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Part 3 As the party winds down and more guests filter out, Seth finds Trevor again. “Hey, I hear Brooke is going to be back in town in a couple of days. Would you and her like to go on a double date with me?” "A double date? Hey man, good for you! So, you finally snagged yourself a girl! Good for you!" Trevor teases, "Did you find her at Walmart of something, HAHA!" Seth grins smugly at Trevor and replies, "Nah bro. I think you might know her. Real sweet girl. Scorchingly hot too. Fine and fit as hell.” Seth bounces his exposed pecs and adds, “She loves big men. Says I fit the bill perfectly." Trevor is still having trouble processing the new change in attitude for Seth. He's acting like a cocky jocked-up fratboy...he then realizes that Seth is acting just like he used to... “Ok, well sure thing Seth. Let's set something up and have great night with our ladies. Proud of you bro!” Trevor's girlfriend Brooke has also been away that summer at a fashion internship in NYC. She loved it out there. Trevor could still remember her raving about it. "The shopping, Trev! It was AH-MAZING!" She would say over and over when they would text and FaceTime. Every time Trevor saw her on his phone screen he was amazed at how good she was looking. Trevor had beat off several times throughout the summer when Brooke would send him some pics in her swimsuit. Working at a fashion organization, she had even had some modeling test shots taken. It made him proud that this stunningly beautiful woman was his. While the couple texted and FaceTime-ed while apart, neither of them ever discussed their growth at all. Whether it was still occurring for either party. Trevor had put it out of his mind until she arrived at her apartment two day later. On his way there he contemplates her progress. At first, the thought of tall, hot vixen girlfriend excites him, but then he goes cold. "What if... what if she kept growing too?” He shakes his head, “She may have kept growing, but she would've had to grow a lot, even more than Seth to catch me.” Relaxed and excited, he finds his way to her apartment and knocks on the door, which swings open. She left the door cracked so he could enter. A loud 'whirrrrr' of a hairdryer emanates from the down the hall. Trevor chuckles, like a typical woman, she's still getting ready. “Hey babe, I'm here!” Trevor announces. “Ok, Trevor, just a few more minutes.” Trevor laughs again, knowing it will likely be another 20. The couple shout a conversation as she primps and preens, catching up. She's excited that they will be all going to the new restaurant, 'Harvest', in town. "Farm-to-table is SO in right now. So many places in the City are doing it!" Trevor shakes his head, laughing internally at how ten weeks in a big city has totally changed her perspective on things. Predictably, fifteen minutes later he calls out to her. "Come on, Brooke, let's head out. We are going to be late!" “Okay okay! Just finishing up...now. Coming!” Trevor stands and gives himself a once over. He has opted for a trendy long-sleeve black button down. Even though it was summer, he opted to cover himself up more than he usually would, still slightly embarrassed that he wasn't at the top of his physique game. He couldn't deny though, even with the dip in his physical progress, he still looked very good. Far better than most guys. He hears the “click-clop” of high heels coming down the hall and watches Brooke strolls into the living room. His heart flutters. She's GORGEOUS. Her slim black dress accentuates all of her curves perfectly. She looks like she's lost some weight, not that she needed to, meaning she was even more toned than he remembered. And on top of that she's wearing heels that show off her long, LONG legs. "Wait" -- alarm bells go off in his head -- "long legs?" Trevor feels that time slows as she approaches. Getting closer and closer... and taller and taller... until she's right in front of him. Staring DOWN at him! "Hey honey, up here!" Brooke giggles, looking down at him by an inch or so. Trevor's eyes go wide, and inside he is horrified. "Brooke... you... um-" he stammers a bit before she finishes for him. "-Look so tall?" She beams, "Well, the three inch certainly heels help!" She shows them off. "Don't worry, honey, you are still taller than me with them off..." Trevor sighs in relief. "Probably, anyway... don't you like them? I got them this summer at Jimmy Choos... they are PERFECT!" Trevor controls his inner struggle and smiles. And who could blame him. His girlfriend was like a Victoria's Secret model. She was so hot and energetic and perfect. At that moment, maybe for the first time ever, he felt out of her league! However, even with her new height unsettling him, her hot looks and body were certainly revving his engine. "They sure are, babe. Let's head out. You are going to turn some heads tonight. Hell, Seth is going bug out seeing you in these!" The pair embrace and engage in a deep sensuous kiss. Trevor's hands run up and down her perfect, long figure, causing his groin to stir. Although having to bend his neck UP to reach her luscious lips is a new sensation for him...and one he doesn't particularly like. He comforts himself by reminding himself that she is wearing three inch heels, giving her an artificial advantage. They release the kiss and Brooke heads quickly back to her room. “Just let me grab my pocketbook and we can go meet Seth and his new girlfriend. Ooooo! So exciting. I can't believe our Seth has a girlfriend! I wonder if she's cute.” “She'll have nothing on you, babe!” Trevor watches her long form walk back down the hall. He laughs and think to himself "Well, if I can't be taller than Seth, at least my girlfriend will be close!" He suddenly winces at realizing how insane that sounds. He should be the tall one, not Seth. He feels bad but the envy seeps in as he starts to feel short again. The power couple head to the restaurant. Trevor starts feeling better loving the attention he and his woman are getting. Even though Brooke is taller than him in heels he is still couple of inches taller than her, so it's completely acceptable...at least that's what he tells himself. Plus, he realizes all the guys have to be crazy jealous of him as they make their way around the shopping area, Trevor with his arms around what looks to be a brunette supermodel. As they near the restaurant Trevor spots Seth above the crowd. Wait a minute. "Above the crowd??" he thinks to himself. Once again his heart beats faster as he realizes how tall Seth now is. Still not crazy tall, but well above average. Seth spots Trevor and waves them over. As they approach, Trevor notes how Seth is filling out his button down to the max. Unlike himself, Seth has opted for short sleeves. The effect is that his pumped shoulders and bulging arms are filling the sleeves. Seth has left the top button open because his neck and chest are too big to close it. Brooke squeals as she sees him. "OMIGOD SETH! LOOK AT YOU! SO BIG AND HANDSOME! YOU LOOK SO HOT!" She hugs him and kisses him heavily on the cheek. Seth returns the embrace in his big arms. "Well hey there little lady!" As the two hug, Trevor notes his reference to her because even in her heels Seth is taller than she is, unlike him. Just after, another stunning woman, curvy, yet fit and blonde, walks up and places her feminine hand on Seth's large arm. She looks familiar to Trevor, though he can't place her...and then it hits him. She's the hot girl from the gym. “Trevor, Brooke, this is my girlfriend, Stacy!” As the two girls hug Seth looks Trevor in the eyes and you winks back at him. He has landed one of the most sought after chicks on campus. Stacy is in high heels too, thus she is also and inch or so taller than Seth right now. As the four all make acquaintances Seth chuckles and makes light of this fact, much to Trevor's chagrin. “You girls are going to have to take off your shoes for poor Trev, here!" The girls giggle with delight. Stacy adds, "It's ok Trevor, you're still cute!" Trevor knows it's meant as a compliment, but he'd always felt that being called 'cute' was something meant for...well...small guys. Seth jumps in. “Trevor and I used to be roommates, we also lifted together.” “Oh ok, Seth. Oh that's cool. So, Trevor, did you pick up any bodybuilding tips from this handsome big ox here?” Stacy says as she squeezes Seth's biceps. Seth busts out laughing, “Not quite, babe. Actually Trevor here was the one who got me into lifting.” Stacy embarrassed, tries to deflect. “Oh. I see. I..I can uh, see that you are quite fit too, Trevor,” she says unconvincingly. Brooke jumps in to save face. With a bright smile she compliments her man. “Trevor is in great shape. He just opted for the looser look tonight, so it's harder to tell.” Thankfully Trevor's embarrassment is cut short as the hostess arrives to seat them. Trevor frowns as he sees Seth continuing to chuckle to himself. The foursome sit down for a nice meal at a fancy Italian restaurant. Brooke continues to compliment Seth on how good he's looking, even copping a feel of his big arm at one point, causing Seth to laugh and ratcheting up Trevor's jealousy. She hadn't grabbed his arms like that at all tonight. She used to all the time back in the Spring. Seth in turn thanks Trevor for all his help and advice on his “journey to getting big” as he puts it. Thankfully for Trevor, the rest of the meal focuses on typical college-aged conversation and less on their physical attributes and he is able to relax. That is, until after their meals when they are enjoying a slow evening walk back through the upscale shopping district. At one point the couples split up to use the restroom before they depart for their cars. In the bathroom, Seth brings up the Elongro. “Hey Trevor, I was talking with Stacy. Have you sold anymore of your Elongro shots?” “No.” “So you still have two or three doses let then. I know Stacy would like to have a shot, she's been very impressed by how much muscle and size I've put on over the summer. I told her she could have a dose. She'd pay of course.” Trevor stares straight forward as he washes his hands, letting Seth's words sink in. This feeling of being "little" has been nagging him all night. The idea of Stacy, an already tall, fit girl, growing even more makes his stomach turn slightly. “Um...I'll think about it.” Seth can sense that Trevor has reservations. “Ok. Yeah man, let me know. It'd be an nice easy $200. Could buy a few months worth of supps!” After dinner the four head to Seth's for a night cap. His roommates have decided to party elsewhere for the night and the place is quiet. Back at Seth's house, he has opened another three buttons of his tight shirt. The deep, tan, pectoral valley displays itself to the group, which Stacy can't keep her eyes off of, even though her own impressive cleavage is showing and Seth's eyes return the favor. “This is one of the reasons I had to get to know Seth! I mean, just look at this chest!” Stacy smiles brightly, reaches her hand inside Seth's shirt to rub his pecs. Brook and Seth join in laughter although Trevor just watches, silent. “So is that how you two met, at the gym?” Brooke asks. “Yes, I work at the rec center. Seth comes in every day to workout. At first I didn't even really notice him. I must've been blind, haha! But soon I was wondering who that buff hunk was that came in to lift every night at 6:30pm. After that he was hard to miss. He's one of the strongest guys that come in. Since it's summer there's not a lot of lifters, and one night Seth was benching and I was the only worker in the weight room at that time. He came over to ask me to spot him. I about died when he came over!” Seth chuckles and adds, “You about died? I was so nervous to go ask YOU to spot me, the hottest girl I'd ever seen.” The sexy college pair smiled at each other and gave each other a quick peck on the lips. “Seth was benching so much weight I wasn't sure I would be able to spot him! But I just couldn't say no to these big arms!” Stacy grabs Seth's arm in both of her hands and tries to encircle it. She doesn't even come close. Seth merely rolls his eyes, “She is always groping me.” The girls giggle and Stacy retorts. “It's so hard not too! Look at his muscles! I joke that he almost has bigger tits than I do! Plus, he gets to return the favor in private!” More giggling. Trevor watches on, in shock as what may be the hottest girl on campus, save for maybe Brooke, seems to be completely smitten for Seth. Stacy constantly caresses his big arms, exposed pecs, delts...everything. At one point he swears he sees Stacy try to sneakily reach down under the table. All the while Seth sits there, proud as a peacock, a total stud, grinning stupidly. “Aww, that is so sweet,” Brooke coos as she too grabs Trevor's arm lovingly...finally, perhaps remembering what it was like when she and Trevor were first dating. “You two are adorable.” After their fancy night out, the realities of being poor college kids sets back in. After some drinks and a couple of rounds of card games, the girls break for the ladies room. The two girls have really hit it off which pleases both guys. While the ladies are in the bathroom, Seth presses Trevor on Elongro. "Dude, what's the concern? Remember how badly you wanted to recoup your investment. That's $200. Hell I'll pay it right now if you want," Seth says grabbing his wallet. Trevor waves him off. "It's not that... it's just..." he sighs. "Ok man, I think I know what's up. Are you worried that Stacy would get taller than you? Trev, I've got news for you... She nearly is already WITHOUT the injection. PLUS, girls end puberty WAY before guys...." and in a response Trevor has heard before, "...and it probably won't have any effect on her anyway, so really there's nothing to worry about!" Seth grins. "What's the harm, li... Trev?" Trevor knows that Seth was about to call him "little guy" again but caught himself. He sighs, exasperated. "Ok, ok, fine." "Awesome, dude! You're the best." Seth pulls the cash out of his wallet and hands it to Trevor. Trevor promises to deliver the injection to Stacy when he sees her at the gym tomorrow. Seth gets up and hugs his friend, surprising Trevor. Once again, Trevor feels his feel leave the ground. "I can't thank you enough, Trev. This shot has changed so much for me. And all for the better. I'm so glad that you have always looked out for me. It's all thanks to you! You are my best buddy. You'll always be! No matter how big you and I get!" Trevor instantly feels guilty at his attitude. All night long he been internally raging with jealousy. He knew he should be more happy for his buddy. Plus, it was still likely that he himself would grow some more. He just had to be patient. The ladies come out from the bathroom. Mercifully, in bare feet, and now both are now shorter than Trevor. Although, they are close enough to his height to make him uncomfortable. Both of the girls looks so tall... and then there's Seth, looming HUGE in the room. Trevor can't believe how much has changed in such a short period of time. Seth clearly loves the attention, especially the attention he's getting from Stacy. At one point he gets up to grab a beer and Trevor notes the fullness of his bulge. “Geez, I hope he's fluffed up from Stacy's groping,” he thinks to himself. The four talk late into the night before calling it. Trevor mentions to Seth how he wants to get back in the gym. Having lightened up, just slightly, he jokes. "Maybe you can start training me, Seth!" Seth smirks, enjoying the role reversal. "Any time brother... but I still have lots to learn!! We can teach each other... just like old times. The pair make plans to hit the gym more regularly. The couple make their goodbyes and Seth and Brooke head to the door, escorted by Seth. “You and Brooke have a great night.” Seth clasps hands with Trevor and leans in close for a bro hug and whispers, “You better believe Stacy and I will be. She can't get enough!” Seth and Trevor break the hug and Trevor gives him knuckles. On their way out, Seth reaches down and grabs Trevor's shoes for him. "Man, haven't seen this size in a while..." Trevor looks at Seth, puzzled. "Oh, I'm in 14s now. Guess my feet are growing faster than the rest of me!" he laughs. Trevor grabs his size 11s and slips them on. He hears that proud laughter ringing in your head the entire way home. * As planned the night before, the next day the two meet in the gym. Seth comes out of the locker room in a sleeveless shirt and greets his training partner. Trevor can't believe how huge and ripped his fully exposed arms and delts look. Like last night, Trevor is wearing a more conservative t-shirt compared to Seth, a little bit embarrassed at the small amount of fluff he has put on. Trevor is still in better shape than most of the gym goers, but Seth is now in another league which gives Trevor and unfair comparison. The lifting buddies start with bench press. Since Trevor is bit out of sorts with his lifting he can only manage 225 lbs x 6 times. He sits up after grunting out a tough set, looking disappointed. "Trev, you'll get it back, bro. Just keep lifting hard. Hop up, my turn!" Without changing the weight, Seth lays down on the bench and reps it out easily ten perfect times. He proudly stands back up, swinging his arms to loosen his joints. "Good warmup. Your turn again!" With Seth spotting, Trevor ekes out another 6 reps, but clearly he can't do any more, having exhausted his unconditioned muscles. Seth then starts to grab some of the smaller plates. "Throw on a ten and five on each side,” he demands. They load up the bar, Trevor is surprised at the weight. He watches as Seth then lays down again and with light effort, benches 255 lbs 10 more times! He quickly stands up and cockily proclaims. “Damn bro! I'm really feeling in my pecs today" Soon after they move on to biceps dumbbell curls. Trevor grabs the 25s and does a set of 10 for each arm. When he finishes Seth is happy to throw his buddy a some encouragement. "Nice job dude, looking big!" Seth winks, Trevor can't tell he is being sarcastic or sympathetic. Seth then grabs the 35s and easily completes a set for 12 reps. Trevor gazes as Seth's big arms pump thicker and tighter, bloating with nutrient rich blood. The workout continues with like this. With Seth consistently doing 10-20 more lbs and an extra 2-5 reps. By the end of the workout Seth is looking massively pumped. As the two head into the locker room they run into Stacy at the towel desk. “Hey boys! My you are looking BIG today, Seth,” she coos. Trevor notes she doesn't say anything about him. Seth grins as she feels up his arms and they quickly kiss. He then looks at Trevor, smiling brightly. “Trev, my man, would you mind getting that injection for Stacy?” Trevor runs and gets the pre-loaded syringe of Elongro from his bag. The trio enter a private office and Seth gives her the injection in her tight booty. Stacy, excited at what she hopes lies ahead, groans as the needle plunges in. "Oo! That stings a little. Awesome. Thank you so much for giving the dose, Travis!" Seth is holding in laughter as Trevor corrects her. "Um...actually it's Trevor." Stacy's eyes widen as she realizes her mistake. "Oh I'm so sorry, yes Trevor. That's what I meant." Trevor knew that wasn't true. He realized he just wasn't man enough to make an impression on the hottest girl on campus who likes 'big guys'. Guys like Seth. Before the two men split away, Stacy walks over and again squeezes Seth's arms. She really can't keep her hands off him. "Baby, you are looking so buff!" she says as she gropes him. At her touching, Trevor then notices Seth's already full bulge growing even more pronounced. Her fondling is getting him excited. Trevor could see that it looked like Seth was packing some major heat. He didn't remember a bulge like that when they were dorm-mates. “It has to be the lighting,” he tells himself. With one last kiss the couple split up and the two lifters head to the locker room to change. Seth strips off his shirt. “Fuck,” Trevor thinks. He's seen glimpses of Seth's physique but not yet fully exposed. Not since last May anyway. Seth looks fucking PUMPED! "DAMN SETH. You look like an amateur bodybuilder!" Seth lights up at the compliment, "HAHA Thanks bud! Ya know, I've been getting that A LOT lately. I think I like being huge. They say it's harder for tall guys to put on muscle, doesn't seem to be the case with me! BOOM!" Seth punctuates his last statement with a most muscular pose, bring his arms down and flexing his frontal muscles. All his muscles tighten and bulge outward except for this deep cut abs. Trevor is taken aback as the display of young male masculinity right in front of him. He can't help but admit to himself that Seth is damn impressive. "Shit, Seth. How much did you say you weigh nowadays, 210?" Seth grin, "Yeah, the last reading was 210, that was last week though. I feel so pumped though, maybe more now! Wanna see?" Trevor nods his head, so they head toward the end of the locker room where the scales and stadiometers are. A few guys changing stop what they are doing to watch. Some of them know Seth in passing from the weight room - some try to pretend like they don't care, others fully watch. All are impressed by Seth's physique. He may have had one of the most all-around complete physiques on campus by now. There may be others on campus that were bigger, others that were stronger, more ripped, better looking and taller. But he may have had the best combination of all those attributes in one body. Seth steps on to the scale. The dial spins up and up before stopping at... … 217 lbs. Trevor's eyes bulge out of his head. "Dude... you've put on... over 40 pounds in like 10 weeks!! And seven in just the last week!" Seth and Trevor hear a few claps in the background from the guys watching. Seth knows a couple of them as they also lift regularly. They are all thoroughly impressed! Trevor asks a guy if the scale is calibrated correctly. He nods in confirmation. "Damn....." Trevor continues, saying slowly, completely impressed and stunned at the same time. "I can't believe you have that much mass and definition at that size, Seth..." he says, totally in awe of his former roommate's growing body. Seth turns to look at the small crowd of dudes and hits a most muscular pose, sending the fellas clapping and whooping again. “You are jacked as hell, brah!” One of the more ripped guys calls out, causing Seth to smile at this fellow impressive specimen. “How tall are you? Like 6'0?” “Something like that,” Seth replies with a shrug. "Measure his height!" another guy shouts. "Yeah, I want to know how tall he is!!" Seth stands with his powerful hands on his hips, the superman of the locker room. He chuckles, "Well, Trevor, dude, the crowd has spoken!!" Seth steps over to and onto the stadiometer. Trevor begins to extend it upwards, standing on his toes as he does. Seth stifles a laugh as Trevor brings down the level to the top of his head. Trevor's eyes go wide. "Holy fuck, Seth...." he says slowly, "Fuck, you are SIX FOOT TWO!!" Seth steps forward and throws back his head in laughter. He reaches his long arms into high as if stretching for more height. He emphatically boasts to the men in the room, noting proudly to himself how he is bigger...taller and bigger than ALL of them. Sure, it's a very small sample size, but this is the first time in his life that he has experienced being the biggest and tallest man in the room. "Damn! Well Trevor, I HAVE been feeling TALL lately... I guess I know why...BECAUSE I AM! I mean, six foot two? That's definitely in the 'tall' category, dontcha think?" Trevor nods to his larger friend. “Plus, I'm not only tall, I've got all this muscle. Look at these pythons! They might be closing in on 20 inches! Haha, all you boys better start lifting harder or I'm going to leave you all in the dust!” Seth is smiling from ear to ear while guys all around the locker room compliment and congratulate him. Trevor stands back and also notices that the small group of lifters are all smaller than Seth, both in muscle mass and height. Seth certainly has them beat in looks too. Seth has firmly established himself as one of the tall guys at the gym when a few months ago, he was one of the shorter ones! After the moment dies down a bit and the other guys head back to normal routines, Seth looks over at his nervous friend. "Well we took my stats. You want to measure too, bro? Since we are here. Like you said, it's good to keep track. Now that you are back in town and back on the lifting train you want to follow your growth, right?" Trevor thinks on it a moment, trying desperately to think of a way out. However, he knows Seth is right, especially since Seth used his own words as the argument. Trevor decides to go ahead with it. At this point, he acquiesces to himself that Seth taller. "So what?" he thinks, especially since he believes – nay, hopes - that he's been growing too. He just has to be. They take his weight first. "Trev, looks like your 205. Not bad. Well you caught up a little bit to me, dude...sorta!" Seth chuckles and says, slapping Trevor's belly which jiggles just slightly. He sees Trevor redden a bit and further comments, "Don't worry, you'll get that body fat back down in no time working out with me!" In the back of his mind though, Trevor knows he could realistically lose the flab and gain back the muscle. What really worries him right now is...the height. They both know that height is one of the prime measurements that matter. Seth looks down at Trevor, he can see his apparent apprehension. In that moment Seth honestly does feel bad for Seth. Right at the moment he realizes that Trevor must feel like Seth won the lottery while he missed out. "Ready?" Seth asks as Trevor steps forward on the stadiometer. Trevor stands as tall as he can. Seth reviews the measurement twice to be sure. "Well, Trev, good news! You got a bit taller!" He sees Trevor light up. "Really? Am I over 6ft?? By how much?!?" Trevor asks eagerly, but Seth's smile fades a bit. "Erm... well.. you aren't quite there yet, dude. I'm seeing a quarter inch under 6ft. So real close! That's like another quarter of an inch since we measured last. So you are still growing! That means a big growth spurt like I had may be right around the corner, bro." Seth reaches out to give his friend a high five, but Trevor walks away, dejected and pouting. He mutters a few things before he changes and throws his stuff in a bag and heads for the door. Seth throws on a shirt and goes to catch him before he exits the rec center. "Dude....are you-" But Trevor brushes him off. Seth understands how he feels and knows best to leave it alone. As Trevor walks out of the gym, Stacy heads in Seth's direction, having heard all about the measurements from one of Seth's casual lifting buds that was a mutual friend of hers. She grins excitedly, reaches up and wraps her arms around Seth's neck. "Looks like my evening plans were canceled, Trevor. I want to have some fun with this TALL six foot two muscle hunk I heard about." Seth grins as he grabs her around the waist. With just one arms he lifts her up for a quick kiss and she emanates a girly squeal at his strength and size. “That's sounds great, Babe. Let's head home for a long, FUN night ahead! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jump to Part 4: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/16655-elongro-added-part-3-on-1819/?do=findComment&comment=208537

I'm amazed at how good Google Translator worked! Danke! Gern geschehen! Macht ja selbst viel Spaß zu schreiben! XD

I’ve been on this site over a year and this is my favorite story I love the character dynamic and the relationships they formed with their girlfriends and how it effects them. Keep up the great work hope to read more from you!

I love that. It seems that Seth is growing faster. I hope he grows even more in coming weeks. Maybe he can join some competition. Just imagine, Trevor losing for his ex-little friend

„Was… eh….“, meinte Jan schockiert als er versuchte mit einem Kissen seine Latte zu verdecken. Nicht, dass ich sein Ding nicht schon gesehen hätte. Wobei… die Größe… „Was machst du hier, Jan?!“, fragte ich und wirkte ernsthaft verwundert. Dieser ließ sich nach hinten an die Couchlehne sinken und atmete tief aus. „Mein Dad… hat einen totalen Ausraster bekommen.“ Und so erzählte mir Jan, was genau passiert war. Es war Sonntag Morgen und nachdem er es geschafft hatte, sich in eine viel zu enge Jogging Hose zu quetschen und ein Shirt zu finden, was zumindest bis kurz unter den Bauchnabel ging, war er auf dem Weg zur Küche zum Frühstück. Sein Dad warf ihm schon angewiderte Blicke zu, ließ es aber erstmal unkommentiert. Als er sich setzte hörte er schon, wie seine Oberschenkel die Hose an den Seiten reissen lies, als er aber nach der Butter griff…. Da gab sein Shirt auf und riss am Latissimus. Darauf hin ist sein Vater komplett ausgerastet und hat ihn angebrüllt. Es fielen so Sätze wie, dass er bald platzen würde und was er für Drogen und Steroide denn alels nehmen würde. Sein Zimmer wurde dann wütend durchwühlt und alle Schubladen aufgerissen. Die Konsequenz war, dass sein Vater ihm Hausarrest gab, das Handy wegnahm und nun noch einen Schritt weiter ging. Jan sollte kommende Woche auf Drogen getestet werden und da sein Vater nicht wollte, dass sein Sohn so auf die Straße ging, wurde ein Hauslehrer organsiert. Ich war… perplex. Schockiert. Verwirrt. Keine Ahnung, wie ich das in Worte fassen sollte, was da gerade passierte. Mir tat es so leid, ich war aber auch gleichzeitig so machtlos. „Jetzt sitze ich halt hier, bis mein Dad den Drogentest macht – der ja sicherlich negativ sein wird – und wachse und wichse und muss mich mit dem Gedanken abfinden, wohl ein Freak zu werden.“ Ich hatte Jan noch nie so… gebrochen erlebt. „Aber hey… wir bekommen das schon hin!“, versicherte ich und wollte nach seiner Hand greifen; er zog sie aber weg. „David. Ich mag dich echt gerne und kann das jetzt wohl auch so sagen. Aber… bitte… versteh mich. Mein bester Freund will von mir nichts mehr wissen und mein Vater will mich einsperren. Ich hab… einfach im Moment keinen Nerv für diese positive „Wir-schaffen-das-und-alles-wird-super-mega-toll“-Kacke.“ Er deutete an sich herunter. „Ernsthaft. So sollte jemand in meinem Alter einfach nicht aussehen.“ Ich seufzte schwer und wusste nicht wirklich, was ich tun sollte. „Bitte… geh jetzt.“, meinte dann Jan ohne mich dabei anzuschauen. Zu Hause angekommen fielen mit dann die 1000 Sätzen ein, die ich hätte antworten können. Ich verstand Jan zwar und konnte auch nachvollziehen, was das alles mit ihm anstellte. Aber ich wusste auch nicht wirklich, wie ich das beheben konnte. Was ich machen konnte. Machtlos, ideenlos und ebenfalls niedergeschlagen ging ich auf mein Zimmer und vergrub mich hinter der Playstation. Donnerstag. Jan war nicht in der Schule. Freitag. Jan fehlte wieder. Ich schrieb eine Nachricht und erst dann viel mir ein, dass ihm ja das Handy angenommen wurde. Samstag. Ich war depri und in meinem Zimmer. Sonntag. Meine Eltern merkten, dass was los war. Aber ernsthaft…. Was sollte ich denen sagen? Montag. Ich holte tief Luft nachdem ich mich angezogen und im Spiegel betrachtete hatte. Diese Woche musste sich was ändern. Ich musste was machen. Ich versuchte mit Sven zu sprechen, der blockte aber nur ab und wollte nicht mit mir sprechen. Über Umwege bekam ich raus, dass er Jan auch nicht gesehen oder gesprochen hatte und sich Sorgen machte. Jans Vater hatte ihn an der Tür wohl „freundlich wie immer“ abgewimmelt. Ich entschied mich, den nächsten Tag zu schwänzen und Jan einen Besuch abzustatten. Dienstag. Mein Plan war in die Tat umgesetzt. Ich wartete vor Jans Haus bis sein Alter mit dem Auto wegfuhr. Dann ging ich (so schnell und heimlich wie es für 150kg nun mal möglich war) wieder durch das Gartentor und zur Veranda Tür. Diese war zu, aber nun klopfte ich energisch und laut. Und tatsächlich… Jan kam…. Und ich konnte langsam verstehen, was sein Problem war…. Das waren 170kg Muskeln. Er wackelte zur Tür da seine Oberschenkel um jeden Zentimeter konkurrierten. Sein Schwanz und seine Eier wurden prominent nach vorne gepresst und wackelten ebenso wie seine Brustmuskeln. Jan hatte eine Bauch bekommen und die Abs waren verschwunden – das lag wohl an dem ganzen Essen. Denn auch jetzt kam er mir mit einer Tüte Chips entgegen. Seine Arme hingen jetzt schon einem 30° Winkel vom Körper und wurden von seinem Latisimus nach oben gedrückt. Seine Schultern waren so groß wie mein Kopf und sein Nacken drohte langsam das jugendliche Gesicht zu verschlucken oder zu fixieren. Mit einer unglaublichen Tiefen, bassigen Stimme starrte er mich an: „WAS ist denn, David?!“

The first time it happened my addiction to the way growth made me feel was instantaneous and would clearly be lifelong. If I sat sill – completely still – and focused I could actually sense my cells doubling at the same time the nipple-popping, ball-tightening, skin-warming sensation enveloped my body and sent me to a place where the only thing that mattered was feeling this good and growing. It felt like a thousand warm, wet pairs of lips were massaging my entire being with soft, juicy kisses. It certainly helped that each growth spurt – excuse the pun – ended in orgasm, but the feeling that came as I grew bigger was actually much more enjoyable than the happy ending. Hugeness was what it was all about. Because I was so focused – so entranced with the changes – that first time I actually noticed some dark hairs sprouting up and down my forearm while layers of tissue under my outer skin bubbled and moved around to make room for what my body was producing so quickly. I could sense that the new tissue – the so-called layers of skin – which were being formed were much more dense, more packed than what existed before. My body was simply getting a strong protective armor for the muscle that was molding itself bigger as it grew below. I knew, instinctively, that all the blissful feelings I was encountering somehow originated from muscle mass multiplying on top of itself and hardening into something that would later be used to do amazing things. This was what bodybuilders obviously felt on some slighter level during the intense pump of a workout. They said endorphins were sent to the brain to let it know how great all of this felt and I think my endorphins were working on overload, because my brain only wanted more. I watched with awe as my forearm became ever so slightly bigger and more chiseled. It wasn’t the mind-blowing expansion of Hulk films, but it was enough for me to notice. It was enough for me to want more . . . much more. When the rumbling beneath my skin stopped I swear I felt heavier. It was the wildest sensation – knowing you actually took up more space, even if it was very slight. As soon as my body had recovered – both from the growth and the end-of-the-change orgasm - and my mind returned fully to the living room of my apartment, I went to the bathroom to weigh myself, but passing the mirror made me immediately stop. Cum-inducing and model-level dark stubble had forced its way out across my cheeks, chin, and jawline. I reached up and scraped my fingers against the bristles of manly fur, which now framed my face. I also noticed that my face was thinner, my eyes a darker sky-blue, and my skin seemed to glow with healthiness that was almost otherworldly. Profanity is the only logical reaction to something so astounding. I stood there and let out a few expletives as I marveled at the changes – even if they were subtle – to my face. My hardening cock smacked up against the edge of the sink – that’s how turned on I was. It usually took me at least forty-five minutes to recover from an orgasm – and the one at the end of my growth in the other room had been super intense. It seemed, however, my improved body was quickly ready for round two. That day, at work, three different people asked if I had started going to the gym. Me! They asked the guy that didn’t break one hundred pounds until his senior year in high school. On closer thought, though, it didn’t seem so weird. I could seriously feel that my body stood more erect than the day before. I could also detect that there was some new scent or aura the pores of my body were emitting. The barista, who usually ignored me when I came into the coffee shop, actually smiled while I ordered. The guy that came in to service the copier at work kept stealing glances at me while I explained the problem. I could tell he was slightly flustered in a way that had him befuddled. There was something unknown that was rocking his world. I know this is crude, but I even noticed that when I peed the stream was much more forceful and lasted a lot longer. I swear it sounded like a large waterfall. On the second morning my reactions to the developments were even more intense than on the first day. My hands shook with anticipation as I waited. I forced myself to be patient and not let worries about the growth maybe not happening a second time enter my head. I calmed myself by meditating and that’s when the incredible feeling from the day before returned. This time, my fingers and toes radiated heat and the joys of those thousand kisses first. I stared at my hands and saw veins bulging as blood pumped through them harder than usual. I watched as my fingernails grew slightly – right there before my eyes. And then I started to get really turned on as I felt each finger thickening and extending further out on the coffee table. I could sense that the same thing was happening to my feet. The thought of someday growing out of my shoes thrilled me in a way that made it clear there was probably a hidden fetish lurking in my head. My attention was quickly stolen from my feet when I suddenly realized – simply from the intense pleasure-pain coming from that part of my body – my nipples were growing. I moved my fingertips to them immediately and the nubs were not only getting harder, they were pressing further out and resisting when I tried to push. They were like hot pokers shoving against burning logs. I pinched them hard, just to intensify the pleasure and you would have thought my heart would certainly give out from the jacked-up reaction within my entire body. I could also feel that my areolas were stretching out bigger underneath my nips. Cork-sized nipples supported by doorknob sized areolas was such a turn on for me, and I got the feeling someday looking at my own would make me spurt. While my hands went to town on my hardened plugs, they also began to feel thick spikes of hard hair pushing up across my chest. The gratification of sprouting fur was so intense I immediately wished I could be a werewolf and have this kind of pleasing growth all over my body. It was clear that my fingers were still thickening and at the same time my palm widened to match their size. As usual, the growth process ended with me arching my back as my cock spewed uncontrollably – showering my stomach and chest with thick cum. Today, I didn’t pause to clean myself off when I finished shooting. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom – letting out a loud, and shockingly deeper, yell when I saw that I now had a full Paul Bunyan-like thick beard, more intensely piercing blue eyes, and a golden hue to my skin that screamed of time spent out in nature. The matted fur on my chest was spectacular – perfectly manicured for my still-small frame, but giving a glimpse of what it would look like when it covered huge muscles. I brought my hand up to feel the thick hair and to scoop up some of the dense, white, powerful-looking spooge that globbed very masculine on my chest. I knew I had to taste it and I was rewarded with a healthy salty-sweet paste that screamed for the strongest Borolo wine available as a pairing. My mouth was the first thing to fully recognize the new size of my fingers. I still had my forefinger resting on my tongue and my lips closed around it as my teeth registered that this particular part of my body had intensified not only in size but also in appearance. When I held up my hand I almost shot another load – the thing did not look like it could belong to me. It wasn’t tremendously bigger, but I could easily tell where I was headed in the area of hand and finger width. Palming basketballs would soon not be a problem. That’s when I suddenly remembered what supposedly came with big hands. I reached down and wrapped my other big mitt around my hard cock – immediately shocked to find out my best friend of so many years had thickened as well. I looked down and stumbled back a little as I beheld a veiny, longer, and clearly more abundant tool than the day before. I also couldn’t help but noticing the thick curls of my dark pubic hair screaming out in some kind of testosterone-laden manliness. I grabbed my balls, marveling at how they had grown, too – sinking lower and dwarfing my old ones. Glancing down at my cock I also couldn’t help but notice my new feet – longer, hairier and thicker. How in the hell could feet look so damn virile? I was certainly going to still fit in my shoes, but barely and those bigger things were going to hurt like hell by mid-day. As I stared down below I suddenly realized I was subconsciously tensing my arms at my side – with bunched up fists and forearms ablaze with new striations. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. It just seemed like the right thing to do. And then I brought my arms up into a flawless double biceps pose. It’s not like I had morphed into some mega-huge bodybuilder. My guns were still pretty scrawny, but I could tell that the muscle underneath had gown harder and slightly thicker – as if preparing for what was to come. I began to imagine what my arms were going to look like one day and that’s when a second round of hot cum shot into the air and then rained down into the sink in front of me. On that day, my favorite barista smiled even broader as I walked in and when he handed me my coffee we both noticed my enhanced manly hand. He turned red when I looked up and caught him staring at it. I was surprised he didn’t even have to look at my name on the cup when my order was up. I had clearly begun to make a lasting impression. Later, at work, I broke two pencils just from gripping them too tightly with my new enhanced hands. It was obvious I needed to start getting used to my new body way before it truly grew. It was like I was being given time for many dress rehearsals before the actual big show. Later that day, my boss came into my office to review a presentation and while we were sitting there he started asking if the air conditioning was broken. I felt fine and a call to maintenance confirmed that everything was working okay, but he soon had to loosen his tie and undo a couple of buttons on his dress shirt. He kept saying it was like some kind of strong warmth was overpowering him. He kept taking deep breaths, like there was a aroma that pleased him. He also asked if I had started using one of those hand grippers to exercise because my forearms – highlighted by purposefully rolled up sleeves – looked bigger and my grip had seemed stronger when we shook hands. I assured him I did not own such a device. He shook his head in disbelief and suggested I get maintenance to look at the vents in my office because he really was light-headed. After he left, I just marveled at the changes to my body and what it was doing to other people. That evening, on my way home, I purchased some new dress shoes, which were a couple of sizes too big. I wanted to be prepared. Morning wood did not come close to describing the throbbing hard-on that greeted me when I awoke the next day. I was bloody thankful it was Saturday and I could stay naked as long as I wanted. I awoke looking forward to later on when the day’s changes would begin. I had come to realize that I should just go with the flow and not try to predict how I would evolve. It was best to just be present to whatever part of my body was being awakened into beast mode. I still wasn’t huge – but there was a developing self-awareness that caused an inner confidence that matched a big man. I wouldn’t have called it cocky – I certainly didn’t want to go and bully someone – but I would call it attentiveness to what was to come. I stood stronger, walked prouder, and spoke much more confidently than I ever had in my entire life - simply because of an inner knowledge of the fact that I was going to grow into someone that demanded respect just from their size . . . merely from their huge presence. That day, I lay down on the sofa to experience the enhancements. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever was coming be to begin, hoping I’d be fully cognizant of everything at the same time. My ass itched, so I raised my body off the sofa and scratched it. After lying back down it started to itch even more. I went to scratch it again, but then stopped – realizing this was today’s path. The feeling underneath intensified, but it quickly went from an itch to something awesome. I had never known so much delight could be felt in your butt cheeks. I knew of carnal delights, of course, which came from a nice pounding, but this was even better than that. I instantly knew my flat-as-hell ass was ballooning into one of those hard bubble butts that made people drool because they wanted to spank, kiss, or bounce quarters off of it. I could feel the entire lower and middle part of my body rising off the sofa as plates and plates of solid hard muscle reproduced itself on my backside. I slid my hands underneath and grabbed the cheeks, just to feel their growing size out-power my grip. Fingers were pressed out wider as baby clearly ‘got back’. In the midst of my butt joy came the knowledge that hair was sprouting up and down my legs, while thighs and calves were expanding. Oh, how I wanted to someday have legs so thick that my monstrous thighs made me waddle. I imagined myself with one of those ‘gotta prevent the chaffing’ walks because muscle was so ballooned it rubbed against each other, crackling loudly like leather. I knew today wasn’t the day for that, but I fully realized that I was adding some muscle mass under all that glorious thick hair growing up and down my wheels. I settled my mind and let it take me to other places. Suddenly, I could feel my upper back and shoulders broadening. I’d always had shoulders that drooped terribly and were narrower than hangers in the closet. I looked forward to one day having such width that I’d have to turn sideways to fit through doorways, when someone tried to pass me in grocery store aisles, or sharing a full seat with someone in small cars. My lats were spreading out, too – a specific muscle I didn’t even know I had until I saw pictures of musclemen who looked like they had giant wings when they did certain poses. I waited for the day when I would appear to be two people in a car when viewed from the automobile behind. The orgasm that followed that day’s growth was so astounding I actually took a short nap after the explosion. My body had just been too wrecked. I woke up on the sofa a half an hour later feeling so jacked I could have plowed an entire college football team after wrestling them all at the same time. When I was fully awake I jumped off the sofa and ran quickly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned around and nearly passed out when I saw the structural augmentations to my caboose. This was clearly the biggest change my body had undergone up to this point. I didn’t just have a bubble butt I had a gluteus maximus to the maximum. You could have rested a trunk on my trunk. I squeezed the thing and it indented like I was some pro bodybuilder and mouth-watering striations shot across the big thing. An hour later I was at the grocery store after having struggled like hell to get a pair of jeans over my ass and I was leaning across part of the produce section as I heard a huge guy wearing a shirt that said ‘I can bench your daddy’ mumbling to himself as he stared at me. It took a few seconds but I finally figured out he was saying, “Sweet mother of god will you look at that ass.” Later, as I was checking out the young woman bagging my stuff handed me a receipt with a hand written note on it and said it was from a big man – and adding that the guy said I’d know which one. The note said, “If you ever want that beautiful thing serviced call this number” and was followed by what I’m sure was his cell phone. I smiled when I saw that it was signed Rex. He had definitely looked like a Rex. Sunday might have been the day ‘the Lord hath made for resting,’ but my growing body did not take a break. I had spent a good part of the afternoon the day before making sure some of my work pants would still fit over my new enormous back shelf and had quickly realized I was down to just two pairs I could still wear. I wanted to hold off on shopping for new clothes because I had a feeling other big things were on their way. Sunday morning soon proved that theory to be true. Part 2 Since the dawn of man I assumed guys had been getting off on their own bodies. I had a feeling muscular cavemen drew pictures of themselves and then sat by the fire whacking off as they gazed at them. Or maybe they went down to the lake, nearby, and flexed their arm in the water’s reflection just to crank out a big load. I knew I was about to become one in a long line of men that simply loved being big and got off on admiring just how big they were. I accepted all of this as fact without any guilt or embarrassment. I looked forward to the day when I could stand in the middle of the gym, flex while looking in the mirror, get some major wood in my flimsy cotton shorts, and no one think twice about it. If a small guy does that everyone thinks he’s weird, but when a big muscled man does it it’s perfectly fine. I was ready to join that elite club. Sunday’s growth was foreshadowed by a burning sensation that wracked my body for about twenty minutes. I likened it to a blacksmith who gets the iron red with fire so he’s able to pound it into submission. My body was about to be pounded into something. I could just tell. It was hard to be patient about it, too. I couldn’t wait for the first time when some guy begged me to let him feel my flexed arm or for that day when the subway doors opened and the crowd split in two because my huge bulk was stepping off. It would be like a school of fish swimming around a big boulder. And, for sure, I couldn’t wait to kiss my own flexed gun while watching myself in the mirror. That had been one of the most popular fantasies that gave a happy ending to my lust-filled nights. All of the heat in my body was now focused at my stomach. For a few minutes I was afraid I had some kind of flu bug, but then I looked down and saw what was happening – my mouth opened wide in astonishment. The middle part of my body was elongating . . . I kid you not – it was being stretched lengthwise, like I was being pulled by some medieval torture machine. At the same time my stomach was exploding one by one with abdominal muscles, which actually hurt like someone was twisting my gut in the same way you wring out a towel. Significant bumps were popping out one by one across what used to be a non-descript flabby belly. It actually kind of sounded like corks escaping multiple champagne bottles. Even in the midst of the painful transformation I was able to slide one of my hands down there and feel the hard speed bump like ridges bulging into being. It felt as if someone had sliced some steel tubing and slid it under my skin. The hardness, where I used to only feel soft blubber, was intoxicating. I crunched my abs and my cock stood straight up from the thrill of feeling how my stomach turned into corrugated metal. I finally had a six-pack! Whoa, I looked again and noticed I had an eight pack. Some guys want money. Some guys want fast cars. Some guys want pretty women. I wanted muscle . . . and not just some kind of gymnast in-shape kind of body, I wanted to be the kind of swole that caused wet crotches no matter what the onlooker’s gender was. I, of course, preferred sex with men, but I figured when it came to worshipping my muscles I could be gender open. I actually think I would be fine even without worshippers – knowing that my big body would thrill me even more than it would other people, but having that one special admirer was definitely a goal. My mid-section finally ceased its contortions and I was able to twist my muscled core to marvel at the chiseled magnificence that was my new and improved abdominals. I also noticed having that kind of stomach actually made my chest pop out some, but then I realized that my pecs had actually grown a little – gifting me with what most people would call a swimmer’s tight upper body. When I stood up I freaked out a little by how much my view had changed. I was at least six to eight inches taller, maybe even more. My mid-section had not been the only thing to lengthen. My legs had extended, my arms had extended, and even my neck had gotten longer – and thicker. I was shocked at how a few inches could change your whole perception – both about the world around you and within. I knew I would no longer be the guy at concerts who couldn’t see the stage or have to call my friends because they couldn’t see me in the crowd at a club. It took me a few seconds to stop swaying from the dizziness of newfound height. I felt my body slowly recognizing its new size, its new muscled core from where confidence and power radiated. I had always heard a person needed a good core to be healthy, but I had never understood it until this moment. I no longer slouched. My shoulders didn’t cave in forward. And my stomach stayed hard as hell and ripped beyond belief even when I was relaxed. I went to the park shirtless for the first time ever in my life that day. It was the most freeing thing I had ever done – well, second to telling my family and friends I was gay. I didn’t second-guess the decision at all. I didn’t even take a shirt for the off chance I would chicken out. None of my t-shirts would have fit to begin with. They all would have shown off my stomach like I had purposefully bought mid drift tops for males. I simply knew I now had the kind of body where no one would wonder why I had chosen to leave it uncovered. It was more than that, though. I wanted to show off. I wanted to tense my abs and make the young guy giving me the ice cream I purchased totally miss the cone with the scoop of chocolate pistachio because he was staring at my stomach. I wanted the two high school girls to come up and plead with me to allow them to feel my ribbed middle – feeling like it was definitely inappropriate until their moms stepped up and asked to be second. I kind of hoped there would have been two dads to follow but that didn’t happen. It also took some getting used to the fact that I could see so many more things from my new height. Checking out cute guys standing in a crowd was so much easier when you were tall. Seeing options on tall shelves in shops – things I wouldn’t have even known were there before – was so much better. And looking eye to eye – or, bless me, even down – when talking to another big man was so freaking fantastic. I always had a stiff neck before from having to look up. It wasn’t until halfway through my time at the park that I realized I’d been running my hand invitingly over my own rock-hard abs almost all the time – simply to cop a feel and not realizing how it looked to others. I came home with three more notes with phone numbers that day. The ice cream guy, a dude on roller blades that had the perfect combination of tattoos and muscles, and – to my surprise – one of the moms that had felt up my stomach all passed them on to me. At the bottom of the woman’s note it said, “We won’t tell my husband.” I had noticed her hands treaded awfully close to the waistband of my nylon shorts as she explored my hard stomach. I think she wanted to feel a lot more than just my abs. She was the first person to comment on the dark thick furry trail that went from the base of my hard stomach down to the top of my shorts – clearly marking a path to something really good. I glanced at it and my dick jumped a little – something she happily noticed. I had started a telephone number bulletin board in my study, so I placed the day’s gifts there when I got home. Rex’s number was still at the top. Before I even opened my closet I knew I had nothing in there for work that would fit me. I contemplated going out and buying new clothes, but I decided what I needed to buy was a little more time. I called my boss and let him know I wasn’t going to be able to come in tomorrow. I certainly had many sick days built up and I even realized I didn’t need to sound sick – my new lower voice - because of my taller slightly bigger body - made it sound like I had something as bad as the flu. I figured, if needed, I could maybe afford to take three days off. I was caught up on most of my work and during that time I could figure out what the next step would be. It was going to be kind of hard to explain the changes when I arrived after five days of growth, but I’d think of something. Maybe no on would notice. I looked down at my towering body. No, they definitely were going to notice. That night, as I ate my sixth grilled chicken breast and my fourth plate of mixed grilled vegetables I contemplated my desire to be big. Yes, I’d been small all of my life and that made me wish for more. Yes, I was gay and maybe I had some repressed desires to prove myself because of it. Yes, I know I always had wished I could be the not-a-care-in-the-world jock who always won the girl – in my place, the guy – in the end. And yes, I had been bullied a couple of times when I was younger. But I had worked on all of these things so much, that it was like a broken record. I had finally reached a point where I told my therapist that these were just things that had happened to me – like things happen to everyone – and she had told me not to come and see her anymore. She said I had a healthy attitude and was well adjusted. I’m not so sure she would have said that if I had told her I had a secret desire to be humongous. I’m talking Ronny Coleman big or even bigger. Come to think of it, she might have told me it was good to have a goal. The point I was trying to make to myself, however, was that I didn’t think my past made me want to be huge. It was something much more untamed – savage – within me. It was such a base instinct that it practically worked on a subconscious level. It’s only when I actually grew that I became totally obsessed with a desire to get bigger. It was like a drug that I needed to live. It was like something that had been incubating for a long time and was only fully born when I felt my first muscle change. I wanted to be big just to be big – to take up more space in the world. To feel my huge body as it did everyday things – making the bed, taking out the trash, or fixing a sandwich. I wanted to see humongous biceps pumped to the max as I was brushing my teeth. I wanted to have to struggle to get a tight shirt off. I wanted to have lay down on the bed in order to pull my jeans up over monstrous thighs. I wanted to bend my arm and feel it blossom into a big mound of muscle that bulged with hardness. I wanted to pick up things that other people found heavy and not realize how easy it was for me. I wanted to pick out shirts that highlighted my big body in a way that made traffic stop. I wanted to take up almost all the space in my queen-size bed. I wanted to hear sales clerks say, “I’m sorry sir, we don’t have anything in your size.” I wanted to have people sitting beside me in the theatre or on airplanes request a new seat because my hugeness crowded them. I wanted to feel heavier than hell when I walked – or when I bounced my mega pecs. I wanted to see people walk into things as they stared at me – shocked by my size. I wanted to see cocks harden in salutes to my body. I wanted to make furniture seem small. And then I wanted to meet someone special and hear him ask, “Will you pick me up” and “Will you flex for me.” I wanted to wake up in the morning and learn that he’s needed to pee for thirty minutes but since I held him in my big arms he wasn’t able to move. I then would hear that he tried to wake me up, but I even slept through him kicking me. I wanted my man to drool onto my hard muscle as he slept with his head resting on my biceps – dreaming of how big I am. I longed for the day when we’d be reading the paper in bed and he’d be unconsciously playing with my chest and nips as he looked at the articles. I looked forward to helping him do household chores by easily lifting him to dust things higher than his head, pick up furniture so he could vacuum underneath, and carry him around sometimes so he wouldn’t get worn out. I wanted to be big so my cute little man felt safe, protected, and proud when we were out. These thoughts made me realize my therapist would have definitely said there was more work to do – but then when she finally saw me all huge and covered in muscles she would have immediately understood. Part Three As light peeped through the half-closed curtains of my bedroom I began to crawl back to consciousness. I hadn’t even remembered moving to my bed or falling asleep last night. Clearly, yesterday’s growth and fun in the park had worn me out. I knew one day soon I would wake up and feel how the bed sagged from my weight and how it creaked as if begging for mercy when I rolled over or even moved a massively muscled leg. For today, I settled for sending my hand down to my mid-section and emitting a slight, low joyous moan when I felt the hardness that had been chiseled out in yesterday’s growth. Even without tensing, I had abs of steel-like, thick muscle that radiated power without me even looking at them. Touch, alone, was enough to make my cock shoot fully hard. But then I tightened my abdominals and immediately released a voluminous round of cum explosions, which rained down on me with loud splats that emphasized their size and their thickness. Three minutes into the day and I had released a load befitting of the huge man I would someday become. That was a new record for me. I had a feeling I had better get used to it. Buying a few extra sets of sheets was going to have to be a must on my list of things to do. I went to make a mental note, but realized my chest was tightening quickly – to a point where I could barely breathe. It suddenly dawned on me that I had slept a lot later than I usually did. Changes were already coming. I forced myself to stop gasping for breath and calmed my mind . . . as well as my body. The tightness continued, but my breathing – once slowed down – became almost normal again. Within my head I could hear bones in my chest growing. It was like plates were shifting underneath the earth’s surface. It sounded like some nearby construction site was pounding something big and heavy into the ground. I realized that this structural improvement was needed in order for a solid foundation to support what was to come. I ‘let go’ and just enjoyed the ride. My undercarriage was expanding. It needed to so that my outer body could go from being a Prius to becoming a Hummer. My shoulders began to broaden noticeably. I could tell they were going to cover a much larger width on the mattress when the growth stopped. My ribcage, sternum, backbones, and every other bone in my upper body were widening – setting the stage for a spectacular muscle show of the future. As if some muscle fairy that knew a lot about gym bodies was in charge of my growth, my lower body expanded as well – so I wouldn’t be one of those guys that has a muscular torso, but clearly never worked on his wheels. I sensed I was becoming a classic young ectomorph – tall and lean, but clearly with a mesomorph’s potential. One of my favorite online morphers specialized in tall muscular men and I got the feeling he really would have loved what was happening to me. Even though I didn’t think it was possible, my core intensified, as well. I could sense it was strengthening so it would easily support the gigantic hourglass shape I would someday possess. I also realized the moans that had unconsciously been escaping my mouth for the last few minutes had lowered many octaves – making my voice sound sexier than hell. I probably could have turned on Marvin Gaye just reading the phone book. Did they even have phone books any more? If they did I wanted to easily rip one apart for my little worshipping lover – or maybe two put together. I suddenly realized I was losing my focus. I returned to being attuned to my body. I laughed a little when I noticed the feeling below my waist. It felt like someone was applying layer upon layer of thick, wide duck tape around my cock. The thing was thickening to ‘oh my god that thing is not getting near me’ proportions. Thank goodness my hands were growing because my old puny things couldn’t have gripped my new tool to save my life. Say what you like about cocks – for some people found them ugly and some people adored them – it was clear, however, that my body was being shot through with adrenaline, testosterone, confidence, and just plain old stanky manliness, which was originating in my newly dense shaft and mega-sized balls. I could feel the beads of old self-doubt oozing out of my pores as masculine sweat and falling away from my body. My brain was being developed by my growth, as well, and it was fucking enjoyable beyond my wildest dreams. I thought about my little barista friend having to now tilt his head upward to talk to me and a shiver shot down my spine. I imagined his hand shaking as he handed me my coffee because my new attitude of awesomeness would be a little overwhelming. I imagined him staring at my new lean tall body with lust in his eyes. Again, I was getting too easily distracted. Returning my focus to my body gave me a glancing vision of what greatness was to come. I lifted my hands and saw that they had become truly monstrous – to match my new big-boned, lanky body. Not to mention to match and foreshadow the mammoth cock that now hung between my legs. If I had placed these hands beside my old ones you would have thought they were skin covered large baseball mitts. Only with thick fingers, too! They were covered in so much hairy, sinewy, manly goodness that my new substantial meat shot menacingly into the sky and erupted like a pornographic Mount Vesuvius sending hot lava miles away. The second massive ejaculation in less than thirty minutes! I was definitely continuing to fall in love with my new body and all it was capable of. Not stopping to clean myself or to even really register the intoxicating smell of big man sweat mixed with big man spunk, I quickly ran to the full-length mirror to take in the day’s enhancements. Damn, I immediately understood why some people found lanky men so gorgeous. A guy over six feet five inches tall, with broad shoulders and a V-shape that was to die for was not quite as good as a hulking bodybuilder body, but it was pretty damn close. I quickly noticed that all of my muscles were more pronounced and stripped with taunt sinew making me look like some kind of lean martial arts fighting machine. I tensed my body and gasped loudly as it exploded into tight muscles everywhere. I instinctively knew the foundation was now complete – I had the height, the bone construction needed, and the power-radiating core that would allow my body to morph into the muscle mountain that was waiting to be born. I reached down and grabbed the meat hanging low between my legs. When I lifted it I was shocked by how heavy it felt and by its new density. This was a tool made for pounding . . . for pleasing . . . for pleasing while it was pounding. I imagined my future husband impaled by the gorgeous thing like a man lollipop just waiting to be licked and sucked. I knew I had to find a guy that liked to be held in the air while he was fucked, because that was surely one of the reasons to have huge powerful arms and a rod that could become a battering ram. My balls hung gloriously down like someone was carrying two small watermelons in a skin colored sack. I couldn’t wait to go commando in cotton shorts and have those big things flop back and forth as my wheels propelled me across a gym floor. Or, better yet, I wanted to dance at a nightclub in nylon basketball shorts and have the thick dick and huge balls all bounce around in a hypnotic ‘come make me get hard’ kind of way. I suddenly had the intense desire for coffee - well, actually, I had an intense desire for a coffee man. He was about to have his mind blown . . . and maybe blow something else, too. When I put my mind to it, I could have a bed stripped, sheets running in the laundry, and my new lanky body all spit-perfect clean in less than thirty minutes. I was a man on a mission and the only thing that slowed me down was the fact that I had to choose something to wear. My biggest t-shirt was still skin-tight across the upper part of my torso and only hung just below my first set of tight hard abs. It would have to do. Shorts were slightly easier – thank god for the fleece ones I owned, which had been really long on my old body, but were nearing obscene on my new one. I didn’t care. I started to pull on some briefs, but then a little confident nudge in my brain told me they weren’t needed. I’d be giving the world a gift today. A pretty big gift, to be exact. I glanced at myself in the mirror and immediately felt trashy good. It seemed that more flesh was uncovered than covered, but that was just because of how good the uncovered part looked. I double-checked to make sure I couldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure and then I strode confidently from my place – ready for the adventured my hot body would cause. I didn’t have to wait long for my first victim . . . um, I mean reward. A stocky fifty-something mailman was standing at the boxes in our lobby when I came down the elevator. He glanced up as I was walking by and my chin lift hello, enhanced by my killer smile, made it as if he had seen a ghost. He kind of slammed his body against the bank of mailboxes, shot tense like his entire body had been thrown into a wonderful hard-on, and said ‘fuck me.’ I placed a big hand on his shoulder, looked down at him, and teasingly said, “Thanks for the offer, dude, but I don’t think this would be the ideal place. It’s a little too public. I gave his shoulder a slight squeeze and didn’t wait around to see if my contact with his body had done some damage to him below the belt. I felt like it was certain I could count him as reward number one. I was looking forward to my other admirers . . . one, in particular. It was a totally new feeling to walk down the street and know people were looking at you. I could feel it – in the same way I could feel the cool breeze blowing against my scantily clad body. I didn’t look down or away when I met people’s open mouth stares. I’d lock my gaze with theirs, smile, and nod my head a little to show my appreciation for their obvious drool-filled compliment. I was two blocks into the walk when I realized I was continuously pinching the hell out of my own nipples and rocking my shorts in a way that made it clear my big feet and hands were a precursor to something gigantic. No wonder I was getting so much attention. I forced my arms to dangle at my side and I immediately marveled at how my tall lanky body seemed to soak up the sunlight and made my new improved skin glow with healthiness. I had stopped at the little market on the corner near my building to buy the biggest pair of cheap flip-flops available and still my toes stuck over the edge a little. I knew my thick long piece of meat – finally calm since I wasn’t squeezing the hell out of my nubs – swung invitingly against the fabric of my shorts as I walked. Construction workers unloading a truck at one corner stopped what they were doing to gaze at me, and one was even brave enough to whistle loudly. I looked over and said ‘thank you’ which made them all break out into cheers and laughter. If canned music piped into coffee shops had been human, it would have gone silent just like the chatter abruptly stopped when I opened the door to my favorite place. It felt like a spotlight had suddenly screamed on – focused solely on me. I sort of noticed the intense attention, briefly, but I was more fixated on the fact that I had forgotten today was the day off for my little barista! How could I have let that slip my mind? Oh, probably it was the fact that my body had shot up a bunch of inches and it was getting ready for what I thought would be muscles beyond my wildest imagination. My disappointment must have clearly shown on my face because immediately the cute girl standing behind the corner told me to not worry, Landon would be back tomorrow. I turned beet red when I realized she was acutely aware of why I had been bummed and had even known about my connection with her co-worker in the first place. I, however, was extremely happy to know his name. I ordered my usual and stood to the side to wait for it to be made. Suddenly, I heard a sexy voice say, “Well, you’re a nice tall glass of handsome goodness.” I turned to find a guy in his mid thirties, mustached like he just stepped out of a seventies porn video, dressed nicely in a polo and cargo shorts. He was definitely taller than the old me, but quite a few inches shorter than my improved body. I looked down at him and smiled. Within three minutes of small talk we found ourselves locked in the men’s bathroom having not cared one bit if people saw us go into the single toilet room together. He had my body pressed up against the wall and our mouths were like two Hoovers battling out for the same speck of dust. It was all very nice and he was a very handsome dude, but something just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t place it at first and I worried that I was subconsciously feeling like I was cheating on Landon – which was crazy. In the middle of sucking face it suddenly hit me what the problem was and I knew how to fix it. I easily pushed the body of my coffee shop delight away from me and maneuvered my body away from the wall. At the same time I spun us around and then slammed his back against the concrete so my bigger body was pressing against his smaller one. Suddenly, the world was right. I felt a jolt of aggressiveness and let my huge hands grope all of his upper body. As soon as we had gotten to our proper places – the alpha dominating the pup – both of us began to enjoy the making out a lot more. I grabbed his wrists and held his arms above his head, loving how he squirmed as he tried to free himself. I never stopped sucking his face – even when I brought my thicker thigh between his legs and lifted his body a slightly off the ground, just by using one powerful leg to push him up. He was moaning so loud I had a feeling the staff was going to bust down the door to make sure the guy that was okay. Instinctively, something told me the guy was already on the cusp of an orgasm. It was a new sensation for me – to know some guy’s body so well I could intuit what was going on inside him. I knew, immediately, this was tied to the changes in my own body and that made me want to grow even more. I let go of one of his hands and reached down to grab his balls through his pants. I squeezed tightly and he instantly started bucking with his hips against my thigh. His ejaculation was powerful and long. He let out a loud half moan that stopped as soon as he started spurting. He was too overwhelmed to even cry out – his face tensed and purple. After what seemed like an eternity, he slumped against the wall and apologized for shooting so soon. He said the action was just too hot for him – and then added that I was too hot for him. I reached up and tweaked his hard nipple through his now wrinkled shirt and told him it was fine. I said I took it as a compliment. The pungent smell of his cum filled the bathroom and that turned me on even more. I had easily made this guy shoot off like a rocket. I accepted a business card from Taylor, kissed him hard one last time, and told him I’d see him around. I could see the poor guy was totally spent and would need to stay in the bathroom a little longer to rest after I left. I could also see he was going to have trouble hiding the growing wet stain at his crotch. Once I was outside the coffee shop, I did nothing to hide the raging hard-on I was sporting in my skimpy shorts. I let the newly enlarged cock poke across my left thigh as if I had stuffed a cement-filled two-liter bottle in my pants. I had never known men could look at you so savagely. It seemed I was the little fawn that had been dropped into a pack of starved wolves. Random guys on the street openly stared at my crotch, others licked their lips, and some even made comments as they passed. While waiting for the walk sign to change a tall college stud told me he could ride my big rod so hard it would make my head spin. I told him thanks and walked on. My new size made me feel powerful – and not just because of the extra meat I now had below the waist. I loved feeling tall, feeling physically fit, and knowing that almost every person who passed me couldn’t help but stare. I was turning into the hunk I had always wanted to be and soon I would have a massive body to match the cockiness I was starting to feel inside. Now my body looked healthy and like a fitness model, but I knew that I would soon grow bigger. I was going to be the kind of muscle freak that could make a dude light headed just by flexing. A simple scratching of my head would make my biceps swell so huge that people would gasp at the sight. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped and was again unconsciously running one hand up and down my corrugated abs while the other one squeezed my right nipple hard. I didn’t even realize I was pleasing myself so openly in public. Two guys in business suits sitting on a bench nearby had stopped in the middle of taking bites of their lunches to simply stare at me open-mouthed. I smiled at them and then just walked over to stand right in front of them. Salad containers were quickly placed on the bench and four hands started exploring my stomach, my thighs, my chest, and even the log that remained impressively hard in my shorts. I got a little jolt of a dominating pleasure as the two guys quickly fell into worship mode. I grabbed two fists full of hair and pulled their heads back and forth a little to slight moans of joy. I knew I could have told either one of them to suck me off right there and then and they would have done it. I realized I was so freaking jacked-up horny that it was a little hard to control myself. I imagined both guys thrown over the bench buck naked and me taking turns plowing their tight asses as people walked by. One dude had slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and was happily fingering the leaking slit of my plump dick head. The other man had brought his lips to my tight stomach and was presently giving my hard ridges a nice saliva shine. I glanced down the street and saw what was clearly a group of pre-school students out on a school outing with their teachers coming our way. I decided it was not our task to do visual aids for a sex education course, so I backed away from my little worshippers, which caused soft cries of disappointment. I thanked them both for our quick little soiree and then walked on, turning before I had to make my way through a gaggle of young munchkins. At this point I was so worked up that every fiber of my being was on fire for a much needed release. I knew I needed to get home or I was going to do something wild like grabbing an unsuspecting construction worker and introducing him to the pleasures of man-on-man, throw down, pounding sex. Or I might step into the gym near my house and find me a smaller, tight-bodied dude to twirl around on my throbbing rod. It was clear that my soon-to-be-massive body was going to need constant satisfaction. I wasn’t near the huge being I was going to become, but I already needed the kind of release equal to an entire high school football team after a cock-hardening championship game. It felt like I could have easily fucked a concrete wall. I was again feeling up my entire body without even realizing it as I re-entered my building – remembering my little encounter with the mailman earlier that morning. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but I knew that was because my new body was making me feel like a new man. I couldn’t wait to start really growing. Before I even unlocked my door I had my hard tool out of my shorts and was beating off joyously. Part Four An hour later I was totally spent on the middle of the living room floor with the now dried juice of multiple orgasms covering my body. I hadn’t been able to make it to the bedroom for my marathon round of masturbatory pleasure. The floor had been right there and way too convenient. Thoughts of what my body was going to look like, to feel like, and how it was going to appear to other people had been enough for each ejaculation, but the added joy of grabbing hold of a new honking huge cock and feeling my lean, muscular, long body had added much more bliss. I still had my rod in my right hand – marveling at how heavy the thing seemed and how insanely more hard it could become. It was definitely what I would call a weapon of mass destruction. I could not wait to try it out on some guy. Plugging a super tight hole with the big thick thing was going to turn me on even more than usual. I lay there for a while and simply reveled in the fact that I now thought about things like ramming my monster dick into a guy’s clamped shut ass. I was becoming so self assured – so confident. I knew, instinctively, that my present new body and the behemoth I was going to become would help me easily get men to plow. I certainly dreamed of settling down with a little muscle worshipper that I could protect and control, but maybe – before that joyful union happened – I could test out my new bod by conquering lots of other guys, maybe a few in the same evening. I mean, I could tell there was going to be a lot of me to spread around. Why shouldn’t I use my new body to spread some love around – not to mention some legs. I was going to be the huge muscled fairy granting little men’s wishes – fulfilling fantasies. God, I always wanted to be the kind of guy that would easily have sex in the broom closet of the airport, the bathroom stall at the opera, or banging my boss in his office. Having some little guy hanging on to my big muscles for dear life as I plowed him mid-air was still my biggest fantasy. And this was coming from a guy who just a few days ago couldn’t even imagine picking up someone in the air to fuck them. I knew it would soon be a piece of cake. I had succeeded in making my huge rod stick powerfully straight up in the air again. The idea of some little guy sitting on my giant spear was just too much for me. While I stroked the log down below I felt my thick, make-me-weak-in-the-knees lumberjack beard with my other hand. The bristles seemed so hard and manly, which was a huge turn-on. Shaving twice a day would have to be a normal thing if I ever intended to have a smooth face again. I was pretty sure I was going to leave the mountain man facial hair there for a while, though. It was just too hot on my newly muscled face. Piercing eyes, chiseled cheeks, sleek cut jawline, and tanned skin made the fur pop out even more. Some of my hot lava man-juice oozed out of my dick head as I thought about how gorgeous I was becoming. I slowed the pumping of my fist – wanting to edge this ejaculation on as long as I possibly could. I was beginning to realize I was going to become even bigger than I had initially thought. I was pretty sure my foundation wasn’t fully set. The basic structure of my body had changed – had become more fit for all the massiveness that was going to be added. But holding my monster dick in my hand made it clear to me that I was going to still grow taller, still get much wider, and everything was just going to fucking grow. I looked around my apartment and realized I was going to need to get a bigger place. That excited me even more. I could instantly tell that the doorframes throughout my apartment – already dangerously close to my raised head – were going to be way too short for my new body and much too narrow. I was going to have to fold up my huge enhanced muscles just to go from room to room. The idea of having shoulders too wide for a regular door was almost too much for me. Again, I refrained from sliding my big hand up and down my enormous tool. I was still getting used to having a tall lanky body – how was I ever going to adjust to being a mountain of hard beef rippling with bulges, striations, and pure manliness. All of these thoughts made me focus on one desire and only one – I needed to pound an ass and I needed to pound it hard. I needed to make some guy scream with a mixture of delight and shocked awe at what my rod was capable of. There was only one thing to do – and that was to go out and show off my new body while cruising for a little nighttime diversion. Thank goodness for late night thrift stores. I was able to stop and get a nice tight blue polo shirt and some butt-hugging jeans to wear to the bar that night. The lone worker in the store couldn’t take his eyes off of me the second I walked in. He was a husky tattooed bearded fella that looked to be about twenty four with the kind of muscular body that used to thrill me to no end, but now I realized I would soon surpass him tenfold. Still, when he locked the front door after I asked if I could try on the clothes and then turned to say he’d be glad to help me, I didn’t say no. We were soon in the small dressing room and I was buck-naked ramming my hard rod into his warm wet mouth. The guy had been all over me as soon as we stepped behind the door. He had my t-shirt over my head in seconds and was running his hands all over my upper torso. He kept saying I must swim a hundred laps a day to get such an awesome physique and I nodded saying it was something like that. He didn’t even ask before he pushed down my shorts and released the gigantic dragon that reared its big plump head from my crotch. The grown man squealed with delight and was down on his knees before you could say suck. I had to bend my knees a little so I could get my dong low enough for him to somehow dislocate his jaw to take the entire thing down his throat. I was instantly impressed with his oral skills and grabbed hold of his ears with my big hands to speed up his bobbing. I couldn’t tell if the dude was gagging or gurgling with pleasure, but I was so on track for getting off that I didn’t care. I just kept thrusting and he just kept on swallowing. To know a guy is a size queen and he appreciates the swollen hugeness of your mighty battering ram is an empowering thing. I suddenly felt bigger and cockier than I ever had in my entire life. I pounded the guy as if it had been his bubbled ass instead of his hot tight mouth. I could tell he was loving every dominating second! I’d shove my rod deep into his throat and hold it there, pulling hard on his ears to make all of my long shaft fit in nicely. Then I’d pull back and let go with another thrust just as the guy sucked in air to sustain the abuse. The horny tatted guy shot his load way before me – clearly I was just too much man for him to handle. He blasted out a humongous wad as I continued to pound his face. He wasn’t exactly limp when I finally ejaculated, but I could tell his body was worn out by his own orgasm. That did not prevent him from continuing to suck like the pro Hoover he was. I let out a low growl-like scream and arched my muscled back as I filled him with enough of my hot juice that it came oozing out the corners of his mouth and dripped down his face and neck. When I throbbed out my last gob of semen I let go of his ears and let his body fall back onto his feet, a loud pop being emitted as my cockhead uncorked from his mouth. He let his body slide against the wall of the dressing room and never took his eyes off of me. I reached down and took my old t-shit, using it to clean off my slick cum-saliva covered cock. I tossed it to him and he immediately brought it up to his nose to smell. He understood that I was offering it to him as a memento of our encounter and that pleased him a lot. He even told me my new shirt and jeans were on the house. I thanked him and then asked if he had a card. I wanted to add it to my collection and I also thought it might be fun to come back with my new swole muscles just to give him another thrill. He handed me a card and then asked if I minded letting myself out, since he wanted to stay there on the floor for a few more minutes to savor the moment. He assured me that he’d be fine – there was a bell on the door if someone came in. I dressed slowly in front of him and we both looked in the mirror to appreciate how great the tight clothes looked on my body. He wished me a good evening and I bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead. I knew he was getting hard again as he watched my muscled ass leave the room. As I stepped into the coolness of the night my nipples hardened and poked noticeably through my polo. I was already jacked up again and ready for another big release. I loved dancing, so I headed to the local gay nightclub that was for serious ravers. Peeling off my polo in the middle of a dance floor while my giant rod threatened the seams of my jeans at the crotch was going to be fun. I instinctively knew I’d have my choice of men that evening and I wondered who the lucky guy would be. There was a long line at the place, but I now knew I shouldn’t just naturally take a spot at the back. I walked confidently up to the front, passing by many guys whose mouths dropped open wide as I went by. The two doormen had the velvet rope unhitched by the time I got there – having watched me walking up. One of them told me to come right in and even added that the hotness quotient of the night had just doubled. I thanked him, smiled, and then walked inside. I now understood what ‘owning the moment’ really meant. As soon as I stepped into the large hangar-sized dance room the thumping techno music entered my newly enhanced body and took over. I walked to the edge of the stairs that led down to the dance floor. I could feel people staring at me . . . I knew instantly that the gaggle of muscle-Mary’s to my right were chatting away about me and emitting squeals of joy. They were big gym-bunnies, but soon I would surpass them. Even though I was flattered by their praise and thought about joining them, I continued to survey the huge room. There were some bull-like daddies at one end of the bar slobbering a little as they took in all my lanky goodness. And, although a night of being the fresh meat for a pack of elder furry wolves did sound nice, it wasn’t what I was looking for. The place was peppered with groups of guys who were proud of their twink-ness and they looked up at me with a reverence that was intoxicating. It passed through my head that a night of pounding three tight asses instead of one would be awesome, but I didn’t want to deal with the drama of three small dudes fighting over my cock, my nips, and my mouth. That could be saved for when there was enough of me for even more than three. That’s when my attention went to the dance floor. A sea of hot looking, sweaty, gyrating bodies seemed to swell in my direction like a wave coming to shore. My new soon-to-be-huge frame had the pull of a hundred moons. It felt like I was some Aztec god surveying the excited crowd in order to choose my next concubine. My hands knew what to do at that moment without my brain even giving an order. I slowly un-tucked the bottom of my shirt and then methodically pulled it up over my long, muscled, lanky, emphasized V-shaped body. Tucking the shirt into my back pocket I noticed that most of the movement on the dance floor had stopped – hundreds of heads tilted up toward me. My abs tensed harder – on their own, it seemed – my bod just knew what to do. I heard one of the muscle Mary’s near me let out a loud scream as he beheld my stomach. That was when I noticed him – a guy still dancing on his own in the middle of the dance floor. He had on a tight white t-shirt that showed off his gymnast-like muscled body and some butt-hugging worn out black jeans that had holes in places where my tongue wanted to explore. The man had the kind of dance moves that seem to enhance whatever song was playing and definitely attracted hard dicks like some kind magnet. As he moved around slowly his ‘rest-a-few-drinks-here’ ass protruded out and flexed with muscled dimples – even noticeable through the jeans. I spread my legs wider, to let my cock have room to expand to a bigger state – and to get the cute solo dancer to notice me. I knew he’d look. The dude was gorgeous – in my humble horny opinion. Hair that was blacker than a starless night. It was also full like a forest – leading me to believe the man was furry all over. Nice shoulders, thick biceps, a full chest, and a tight stomach only made the guy that much hotter. He had a day’s worth of beautiful manly stubble and I imagined how it would make my lips kind of raw from too much kissing. He was tall enough for his face to be even with my newly raised pecs – the perfect height for some oral adoration. But it was the way his jeans crept up his ass crack to emphasize two perfect globular mounds of dimpled muscle that made me choose him above everyone else in the place. It was the type of tight ass that probably could hold six or seven quarters between those cheeks and not drop one even when he was in motion. It moved in rhythm with the music in such an intoxicating way I found myself almost hypnotized. Everyone around me had returned to his previous conversation. It was clear that the tall lanky glass of handsome water was heading home with the dreamy black-haired angel moving effortlessly on the dance floor. It seemed that everyone there thought this was how it should be – so they accepted it and moved on to search for another guy to pick up. Although, I knew, many people continued to steal drooling glances at my new body. I sauntered down the stairs slowly, wanting to emphasize every bulge and every hard ripple that graced my changing body. The show was for one guy in particular, but if others enjoyed it, too, then that was fine. Mr. Dark Hair locked eyes with me as soon as I started moving. I suddenly realized he had been aware of me the entire time, he had just chosen a different way to get me to notice him. It had definitely worked. The smooth face broke into a beautiful smile as I came down the stairs. His eyes seemed as dark as his hair. There was a slight hunky vampire look to the fellow, since his skin was surrounded by so much blackness – and I found it such a huge turn on. I wasn’t even conscious of the people on the dance floor parting as I moved toward my target – it just happened so naturally. I smiled down at my soon-to-be dance partner when I got close enough to tower over him. His mouth was at nip-level, just as I hoped it would be. The music turned into an almost tribal-like beat as we met and my body started to instantly move in conjunction with his – as if we’d been dance partners for years. The sea of onlookers and fellow dancers surrounded us once again and the two of us were lost in each other. His name was Gabriel and he was an architect. He owned a firm with two other men and I could instantly tell the guy was stable, confident, and knew I went weak in the knees every time he turned around and tensed his bubbled ass while he danced. By this point my cock looked like the trunk of a Redwood snaking down my thick thigh. Gabriel kept stealing glances at my crotch and I wasn’t sure if he was turned on or scared. At one point I bent my legs slightly and drew his body into mine, allowing my cock to press up against his stomach and crotch as I grabbed his beautiful ass. An electricity shot through both of us that was palpable and almost overwhelming. Gabriel moaned lightly in my ear and that made me grab his tensed butt meat even harder. The man ground his crotch into mine – emphasizing that his dance moves were not only spectacular on the dance floor. I leaned my head next to his and asked him what turned him on the most. He looked up at me and said if he were being totally honest the answer would be guys that are the size of pro bodybuilders, but then he quickly added that my tall lanky body had a pull on him in a way he had never experienced before. He said he found me incredibly sexy. I asked if he’d like me even more if I had about a hundred and fifty pounds of bulging muscle all over my body and his cock throbbed hard against me as his response. He also nodded his head. He told me he was the best muscle worshipper in town. I asked him if he was good at riding huge cocks and he replied that he was the fucking rodeo champion when it came to bucking dicks. It felt as if I could have lifted him in the air right then and there and slammed my rod through my jeans and his to plow that sweet tight muscled ass. I quickly told him I could offer him the ride of his life. He reached down to my crotch with his hand and tried to wrap his fingers around the big thing outlined in my pants – but to no avail. I could see he was impressed by the hardness as well as the size. He said he lived far away. I said I lived close by – within walking distance. He grabbed my hand and immediately led me from the dance floor, up the stairs, and out into the cool night again. I could see all the smiles of affirmation as we walked out – but I also saw the disappointment in faces, as well. Gabriel asked me to not put on my shirt when I pulled it from my back pocket once we were outside. He said my body would scare off any muggers or thieves, but I also knew he just liked looking at me. He took my left hand and led it to the waistband of his pants in the back. I pushed through and was happy to find out he had gone commando for the evening – my fingers got to play joyously with his tight crack and fondle his bulbous cheeks. As we walked toward my place I asked him why he loved bodybuilders and he said it was their size. It was like hugging a rhino or an elephant and the monstrosity of a guy could make him come without even touching himself. He also said the power behind a muscleman’s pounding was usually ten times stronger than that of a normal guy. He said he loved it when he could continue to feel a guy inside of him hours later after the fucking. To be at his desk working on the plans of a building and still feel like his ass was packed with enormous beef was such a continuous turn on. He said he felt the same way when the day after of some hot sex his face still felt like bulging biceps or monstrous pecs were thrusting against it. I told him he sounded like a muscle whore and he said I had no idea. At one point I pushed him against the darkened doorway of an apartment building and pressed my hard body against him. His hands immediately went to my abs and I could tell he got off on how hard and muscled they were. I reached around and grabbled his ass – squeezing with almost all of my might, which caused him to go up on his toes. I then pulled him into me more and lifted him up easily. He wrapped his legs around my mid-section and I pressed him harder into the wooden door. Our lips were pressed against each other’s as if our life depended on it. He pressed my face back for a few minutes and said I had the aggression of some guy ten times my size and it was my time to say he had no idea. I attacked him harder with my hands and mouth and the guy started moaning so loud that lights in windows of the building behind him started to come on. I immediately pulled him away from the door and scurried down the street – him still wrapped around my waist as I waddled away. I stopped at a concrete bench near a corner and stood him up on it – so our faces were more even. We just stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes and then he told me he thought I must be some kind of hypnotist – because he kept getting this vision that I was five guys slammed into the body of one. His words excited me so much that all I could do was grunt in agreement and thrust my giant cock against his, kissing him even harder. I finally turned around and told him to jump on. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist – pushing his hard-on against my lower back – and I began to jog home. I didn’t want to waste any more time. I was ready to pound him into tomorrow. I don’t even remember moving from my front door into the bedroom or even when we got our clothes off. I only remember the moment when my big hand pressed the side of his face into the pillow as I slowly pushed my massive cockhead through the clenched muscled gate of his ass. He screamed loud enough to wake the dead and his body tensed up with so much resistance to the invasion that I paused for a second. He immediately yelled that I should by no means fucking stop. I then pushed harder – making it perfectly clear that all of his resistance was powerless to my giant rod. Soon I was thrusting so hard that the headboard of my bed was banging paint off the wall. Three Gabriel orgasms later the smaller guy was sitting on top of me riding my engorged big cock like a true cowboy. My hips were easily bucking his body into the air and then he’d come slamming back down on me with a loud smack. I unloaded an ocean of my juice into the poor dude over the next few hours and gave him the kind of pounding that would make his ass – as well as the rest of his body – remember me for weeks. Somewhere around four-thirty we both fell sound asleep – me cradling his cum-covered body against me. The next thing I remembered, I was suddenly jerked out of a deep sleep and into consciousness by Gabriel’s loud shocked voice. He was asking what the fuck was happening to me and then added how the hell could I be growing. I immediately was fully awake. Part Five Muscle growth is better than an orgasm. Ask any huge muscleman to describe the incredible thrill of an intense pump after lifting and you’ll get an inkling of what it’s like. An orgasm doesn’t last long. It is a few spine tingling thrusts of your crotch as you spew followed by short spasmodic rests in between. Muscle growth is like an extended thrust. It’s continuous. It’s like the thrill of a toe-curling orgasm that lasts until you almost have a heart attack from the pleasure. I knew I was growing as soon as I heard Gabriel’s words, but it wasn’t his acknowledgement that made my brain understand – it was what my body felt. Imagine if every pore on every inch of your body was ejaculating at the same time and you’ll come slightly close to what I was immediately enjoying. There was so much to take in at the same time – the way the mattress and box springs were beginning to sag, the fact that Gabriel was being forced to exist on a much smaller space on the bed, and the way my already thick body was making plates and plates of hardening muscle beneath my skin like molten lava turning into rock. I let out a moan much louder than I usually did when I was ejaculating – simply because the pleasure was so incredible. I immediately got even more excited by how deep and powerful my voice had become – it sounded like I had a megaphone implanted in my throat. It oozed with muscled, furry, tall masculinity. Gabriel, again, asked me what was going on and I simply told him I was growing. I offered no more explanation than that. He responded with an excited, non-questioning ‘fuck yeah’ and climbed up on top of me, straddling my waist. His hands instantly went to my chest – and we both could feel how his entire body was being raised higher into the air. My pecs were growing so quickly and with so much power all of his efforts to press down were easily rebuked. My transformation into massiveness was going to be even faster than I had anticipated. Suddenly, Gabriel brought his face down into the developing valley between the growing mounds of muscle that made up my chest. I looked down and watched, as thickness started creeping up on both sides of his head – like some kind of hard blob swallowing him. He was moaning almost as loud as me, but his voice was lost in the ever-deepening crevice. I suddenly became aware of blood pounding powerfully to all parts of my body – causing the kind of sensations I never thought were possible. It was as if tiny jackhammers were slamming my body thicker from within. I held up my arms and watched as my forearms congealed into something thicker, more muscled, and intensely covered with more veins than even my wildest fantasies had offered. It was better than watching Hulk movies – simply because it was real and the pleasure was so incredible. I instinctively started to test my growing muscles – first, tensing my mighty pecs. Gabriel let out a little scream as his head was squeezed by the power of my chest. I released the flex and he pulled his reddened smashed face back, not letting a second pass before he was looking at different parts of my developing body. His eyes grew as big as saucers as he looked over to my right arm. It had already become apparent to me that my biceps were growing into something akin to huge hard wrecking balls. I could feel how heavy my limbs were becoming when I lifted them off the bed. My shoulders were widening into mounds so large it made the queen sized bed suddenly seem like a single. There was no longer room for Gabriel to lie down beside me. He just kept letting out little screams and saying ‘fucking hell’ over and over. He spread his arms out wide and grabbed both of my shoulders at the side so he could feel them as they expanded. I could sense that he soon would not be able to reach as wide as I was becoming – his fingers had to simply move to the front of my shoulders as the things got wider. His body began to feel so light on top of me and he seemed so small. One of my new monstrous pecs was twice the size of his head and I was still growing! I could feel the muscle between my quads expanding and when the hard meat of one leg met that of the other it simply started pushing my legs apart – as if it were two boulders running into each other. I felt my heels passing the edge of the bed, making me realize I must be approaching six foot five or more, since my hair was already against the headboard. Gabriel let out another loud ‘fuck yeah’ as he slid his slim petite body onto my growing cock. I had been focused on all the other growth going on, that I missed the fact that I was rock hard and adding inches and thickness to my huge member, so it would equal all the new massiveness everywhere else. The growth at my crotch was not missed by Gabriel, however, and he clearly decided having a cock actually morph while inside of you would be a lot more fun than watching it. It throbbed with intense pleasure as it grew. The man’s already tight ass became even tighter as my swelling member plugged him completely and snaked further into his chute. I was nervous I’d grow too much for the guy, but his moans of pleasure made it clear he would be able to handle my new enormous tool. I didn’t even need to thrust or pound, the mere growth of my cock – the slowness of its distending - being more than enough to please the dude. I knew I was going to have the kind of cock that pants could not hide – the kind of bulge that screamed of thick large heavy balls and a rod that needed to be folded over to fit into briefs. Sporting hard-ons was going to cause major problems from now on. And pounding ass was going to be awesome. I’d need some dude to ride the big thing all the time – even when I was doing every day chores. I suddenly became very aware of how massive my back was becoming. Along with my giant expanding shoulders, I could sense that my lats, my delts and my rhomboids major and minor were turning into something monstrous. My thick as hell arms were being pushed out by the muscle being multiplied beneath them. I was going to have the kind of manly muscled wings that made wearing dress shirts almost impossible. My lats were going to be like resting places for my arms and no longer those usual muscles that were undefined and unnoticed. Those long wide muscles running from my armpits to my lower spine and wrapping around my ribcage were going to be awesome to flex. I could not wait to place my fists at the widest part of my hips and flare out my lats while expanding my enormous pecs – making some guy cream in his pants at my unbelievable width. I was going to be even broader than I had imagined. I was getting so big it barely registered there was a grown man sitting on top of me with my thick long growing cock impaling him. Gabriel was in his own little sexual heaven – clearly trying to accommodate my growing member and getting off at how it felt to be plowed by something that big. His face made it clear he was enjoying every minute. I looked at his hand pressed against my abs and brought my own big paw beside it. If I had not been so determined to hold off my building orgasm I would have ejaculated as soon as I had seen how giant my hand was compared to his. Last night, at the club, I had definitely been bigger than the guy, but now I made him seem childlike. My fingers would now clearly overlap his a lot when we held hands. My fingers looked three times thicker and more than double the length of his. A palm-to-palm comparison would have probably made both of us cum. I leaned my head to the right and looked beyond Gabriel to take in my now enormous right foot. It was clearly past the twelve inches mark. It looked bigger than some children. I couldn’t wait to have Gabriel stand on them – his feet not covering mine completely and it barely registering that a grown man was standing on them. I bet I’d be able to walk around like that - as if he weren’t even there. As a matter of fact, I could sense that Gabriel was going to look like an adolescent when standing beside me. It would look like those old pictures of the Hulk’s frame outsizing that of David Banner by triple or more. Glancing at my feet had given me the opportunity to notice that Gabriel’s ass had stopped accepting more of my enormous cock. As the thing grew it simply took the guy’s body up into the air – leaving a gap of something like two inches between his cheeks and my crotch. I could twitch my giant cock back and forth and the guy’s body rocked in the same motion. Gabriel moaned the word ‘more’ and I instantly knew what he wanted. I wrapped my now monstrous hands around the sides of his waist – marveling at the fact that my thumbs almost met in front – and then I started to pull his small body downward. Bit by bit his super tight hole was forced to take in more of my hard thick meat. I stared open-mouthed at the enormity of my biceps as I easily tugged his body down my steel-like rod. I had arms that bulged massively when they weren’t even tensed. The sleeves of polo shirts were going to last maybe only two times being worn before they were ripped at the seams. I might ruin them all just by trying to put them on. I now had arms that would make people constantly beg to see things lifted – the backs of cars, heavy weights, or even guys themselves. Flexing these huge puppies was going to cause there to not be a dry crotch wherever I chose to show off. My triceps looked like the hull of some giant ship. It was at this moment that Gabriel’s ass smacked against my crotch. His insides had somehow miraculously accepted all of my meat – and I could feel myself still getting thicker while inside of him. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and he was groaning with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. His hands had been feeling up my cobblestoned abs for the entirety of his descent on my cock. Now, without a change in his expression, his hands moved up to feel my humongous guns – hesitating briefly when they took in their hardness and hugeness. My biceps made his little paws seem like those of a toddler. My need to flex was now equal to my need to grow. I tensed my arms harder just to hear the little guy squeal with delight when the muscle got thicker and more like something akin to steel. I was still growing, but already I made him look like a baby I might carry on my hip with one massive arm draped around him. I let go of the flex and started noticing other things. I could no longer see beyond my mountainous pecs. Those mounds of muscle packed flesh ballooned out in a way that screamed tightness – the kind of hardened slabs that would bounce up and down as one unit when I ran. The kind of stone-like beef that could withstand multiple poundings at one time – barely registering the assault. My back had now spread out across the entire mattress – I was what they would call wide as fuck. I would need to turn sideways to go through even some double doors. I quickly noticed that my hands were as wide as Gabriel’s thighs. I could squeeze the things easily and bring him much pain. Like a kid with a puppy, I did want to squeeze the heck out of the little guy. I wanted to wrap my huge arms and legs around his tiny body and just squeeze until things began to break. My brain, however, knew better. I could not use my full force with him. At the same time, I had an incredible urge to protect him, to comfort him, to take care of him. It was a wild mixture of emotions. I was totally aware of how I could easily dominate him – crush him, but my need to make him happy was stronger. It’s amazing how quickly you can become aware of changes in your own size. I squeezed my glutes and knew, immediately, that my bulbous muscled ass was going to be able to hold a tray of drinks on it. I also knew nothing was going to be able to penetrate it’s golden chute unless I allowed it. I had a feeling my ass cheeks were powerful enough to squeeze an aluminum baseball bat into something unusable. Pants were going to hug my giant ass so tightly that you were going to be able notice my muscled butt dimples from miles away. My caboose gave new meaning to the term shock and awe and would clearly cause traffic accidents when I took it out for a midday stroll. When I tensed those muscled cheeks I could tell they turned into something close to hardened concrete. I couldn’t wait to hold Gabriel’s nice thick cock hostage in there and hear him beg for mercy as I easily crushed the cum out of his pole. Flaring out beneath my ass were the kind of thighs that demanded a waddle whenever they moved. Muscle bulging so thickly that it forcibly rubbed into each other – causing you to widen your stance even as you walked – was so fucking hot. I was going to have the kind of tightly packed quads where no dude would be able to slide his hand between them unless I spread the mammoth things for access. And then I’d be able to squeeze so hard that bones would probably be shattered. They were now the kind of thighs that demanded denim cut-offs or tight cotton gym shorts – anything that made their new size more mouth-watering. I could actually feel the cuts and striations covering the insanely thick things, along with hundreds of blood pumping dense veins streaking across everywhere. My massive thighs were going to be the only thing in the world that would make my newly monstrous cock look small. Compared to my giant rod, Gabriel’s dick now looked no bigger than a thumb. I could still feel my own member pulsing larger inside Gabriel’s ass and gut. His chute was kind of like a clown car – able to hold a lot more than you originally thought. His moans of delight and discomfort had only increased. It seemed like if my rod twitched at all it might rip him apart. And who knew calves could feel so massive. I had a feeling the humongous things beneath my knees were actually bigger than my old quads. I could feel how they flared out and how the hard horseshoe muscle poked out through the tight skin in the back. I bet they actually looked like a small butt with two heavy cheeks hanging down low on either side of an indention. I could actually sense how heavy the things were. I pushed my toes down and tensed my left leg – knowing that the calf must have ballooned out to something unimaginable. I could tell my legs were powerful, too. It was just something that came with their size. If I ever felt like going a spin class at the gym it would be a breeze and I’d probably strip the poor bike of its gears from pushing with so much force. It was also going to be hard to wear long pants for two main reasons – one, because it wouldn’t show off my legs the way I wanted to and two, because my thighs and calves weren’t going to fit into anything store bought. Forget about crossing my legs ever again since there was just going to be too much hard beef bulging everywhere. I, again, spread my arms out to the side, noticing immediately that I was now so wide that most of m forearms hung off the bed. I needed a good biceps flex and I needed it right now. Gabriel was still content and bouncing away on my big cock, but I knew how to get his undivided attention. I balled up my fists tightly, knowing it caused veins and striations to pop out everywhere on my forearms and upper arms. Muscular ridges, corrugations, and grooves appeared now where it just used to only be smooth, thin, non-muscled skin. Gabriel’s ass clamped harder on my rod and stopped moving as soon as he saw my arm blast into roadmaps of muscled goodness. I then started bringing my fists toward my head, bending my arms – which were now almost two times as thick as my old waist. Orcas coming out of the water could not have been as majestic looking as my two monstrous arms ballooning into two massive towering split peaks. As soon as my forearms were at a ninety-degree angle and the depth of my triceps matched the height of my biceps, Gabriel let out a cry, which was a mixture of joy and uncontrolled submission, and started to spew like someone had thrown a match into a fireworks storeroom. My giant guns had been too much for him. It had been one of my fantasies for so long – to make a guy cum just by flexing my arms – and the pleasure was even more incredible than I anticipated. I watched the smaller guy go into the kind of convulsions usually reserved for a first pubescent ejaculation after a guy had been edging to magazine pictures for hours. My mammoth furry chest, my face, my hair, and the headboard behind me were all streaked with massive volleys of Gabriel’s juice as he wide-eyed stared at my unbelievable biceps. Even in the midst of his intense orgasm he was able to lean forward and press his hands against the side of my enormous mountains – both of us noticing that his hands barely covered a fraction of my biceps, which were too hard for him to even press in a little. A string of expletives escaped the little guy’s mouth. He let forth with a few ‘fuck me’s’ and some ‘those fucking things are so huge.” This, of course, only made me flex harder. I was amazed at how quickly I fell into the complete alpha mode. I was in no need of a manual on how to be a muscle god – the humongous bulges that had popped up all over my body brought with them certain awareness, an immediate understanding that my mere presence demanded attention and awe. I was the muscle freak I had always wanted to be. My feet hung off the bed considerably, so it was now clear that I had grown over seven feet tall. Listening to the box springs whine and the legs of the piece of furniture creak made it clear that I probably weighed way over four hundred pounds – and, yet, I was ripped and cut all over. This was the kind of weight usually reserved for off-season bodybuilders, but here I was in perfect competition form. I felt thickness everywhere – my flexed arms bulged with so much heavy muscle I knew one of them might equal the size of a small man. My chest felt so huge it seemed like the hood of a giant truck, with the power of an enormous engine within it. I had become oblivious to the fact that there was a full-grown man sitting on top of me. I was marveling at how every part of my body felt huge and powerful. Gabriel’s weight didn’t register at all. I was now four or five of him put together. I looked at the small man, still recovering from his intense orgasm, and saw frailty and weakness. My flexed arm – compared to his wimpy one – was magnificent and colossal. He was the ant and I was the elephant with it came to comparing our bodies. This, however, did not make me crazy with arrogance or dominance. It made me want to please him, show off for him, be his giant who made him feel safe and secure. I needed to be his muscle freak that made his day – every day. My new size was good for me, but it was even better for sharing with someone else. And those thoughts made me finally unleash a torrent of cum-pleasure into the small man’s ass.

Austin peeled off the skintight t-shirt from his bulging muscles, tossing it to the floor. He glanced at the mirror - almost pausing in shock from his own beauty - and flashed himself a seductive wink. God damn. He was beautiful. So god damn beautiful. And he was making himself hard as hell. Austin had a face that would look right at home as a Hollywood sex symbol. His mysterious brown eyes and powerful jawline were irresistible, and when he spread those lips into his trademark cocky smirk, he drove the bitches wild. He realized he could make women do anything he asked if he gazed into their eyes long enough - girls, and even some guys, were always happy to do minor favors and give him random gifts in exchange for a few moments staring at his perfect face. He still couldn't believe his transformation. Only a year ago he was an awkward nerd, his high school's valedictorian and a skinny 5'6 twig of a boy. Puberty caught up late, but when it hit him, it hit him like a fucking truck. Almost overnight, his pimples disappeared and his skin cleared. His jaw grew heavier, his voice deeper, his gaze stronger. On a friend's recommendation, Austin replaced his glasses with contacts. Suddenly, every girl in class was chatting him up and messaging him after class. "Damn, college girls are so much nicer than high school girls!" he told his friend one day. The friend rolled his eyes. "That's not it. You're just hot now." Austin took a quick selfie, and to his surprise, his friend was right! He was cute. Handsome. Sexy. Fuck, he was boning up looking at his own face. When did he get so arrogant? Austin started growing around the same time. Over the course of two months, we blasted up from 5'6 to 6'0 - Nearly an inch of height every week! "You're soooo cute!" a random chick told him one day, "and you're so tall as well!" Austin shrugged. "Yeah, I know." He was used to unprovoked compliments at this point. "You'd look even better if you bulked up, though," the girl continued. "Like, you look great already. But you're super lean. Girls love guys with muscles!" So Austin hit the gym. He had never done so before. He was really weak at the start, a frail 140lbs, but his body seemed to blossom with strength and muscle after every workout. Before long he was addicted, lifting 6 times a week, gaining muscle each and every day. He learned about "bulking", and how he needed to eat a shit ton of food if he wanted to grow bigger. Fortunately, Austin had a crazy fast metabolism, so he never gained a pound of fat. Every waking moment Austin was either eating or lifting. The rich girls who flirted with him were super happy to take him out to eat - they didn't mind spending a few hundred dollars a week on protein and carbs for a few moments with this irresistibly handsome, genetically perfect muscleboy. Austin gained 5 pounds the first week, then another 5 pounds the second, and another 5 pounds the third. People told him that he would hit a "plateau" soon, but a few months and over a hundred pounds of muscle later, he was still growing like a weed. As his body grew his appetite did too, and soon Austin had a squad of thirsty girls (and a few guys!) who were paying for his expensive bodybuilder lifestyle. At their request, Austin ditched his lame high school outfit and started taking his wardrobe seriously. With every visit to the mall, he was surrounded by a group of girls and gays who were only too glad to feel him up and provide fashion advice for his rapidly growing body. Austin began exclusively buying t-shirts and button-ups a size too small, getting them tailored so that only barely fit over his bulging muscles. Whenever the boy's massive flexing bicep or enormous expanding back burst through a shirt - a weekly occurrence at the rate he was growing - his squad would take him shopping for a new set of custom-fit tops. Austin's bottoms consisted of a variety of jeans, chinos, and sweatpants that hugged his breathtakingly perfect ass. Squats were Austin's favorite workout, and it showed. No matter what he wore, the boy's muscular bubble butt made his fans scream and giggle. In the privacy of his bedroom, he could barely believe how beautiful his own ass was, or how its delicious rock-hard mass filled up every pair of briefs he owned. By the end of the school year, nearly 7 months later, Austin had doubled his weight. Standing at 6'4 and 280lbs with scarcely a pound of flab on his body, the boy was big enough to compete with the greatest bodybuilders and toughest powerlifters. Yet he was perfectly proportional, perfectly aesthetic, with a body that could grace any fitness magazine and a face like a Hollywood heartthrob. Of course, with his new body Austin was getting even more attention! The girls who only casually flirted with him before had transformed into desperate stalkers, creeping on his social media and following his every post. The female and gay professors who had previously lectured him for skipping class now begged him to come to their office hours for some private tutoring. Even straight men found it hard to resist Austin's sexual energy - just staring at his cute smile or enormous biceps could make a lifelong hetero pop a woodie. Austin started getting intimate with girls, and quickly realized he was a great kisser. He could give a woman a genuine orgasm with just his tongue and his lips. Of course, he was gifted in other ways as well. He had mind-boggling stamina, fucking for hours and hours with such skill and power that each and every thrust brought forth a new orgasm from his partner. He was incredibly versatile, rough or gentle, fast or slow, and no matter who he had sex with, Austin's every touch gave his partner more sexual pleasure than she had ever experienced before. Before long, Austin was bringing home a new harem every night. They fucked like a wild one-man orgy till the sun cracked over the horizon, Austin's incredible staying power keeping him erect the whole time. A night with Austin would ruin a girl for life - there wasn't a man alive who could satisfy a woman half as well as Austin did on a daily basis. One day, one of Austin's regular fucks invited him to a club downtown. He quickly became a local celebrity. Club owners didn't care that he was underage - with a body like that, it didn't matter. Wherever Austin went, so did the crowd - the boy's fans crowded the streets wherever he went, dying to catch a glimpse of his beautiful smile or cop a feel of his rock-hard muscles. Austin made jaws drop with the way his body moved - he was a naturally gifted dancer, with irresistible steps that drove the crowd crazy. His fans screamed at the way he seductively gyrated his ass, his biceps jumping in tune, his pecs dancing to the beat. Most nights ended with a massive orgy, women and men alike unable to control themselves in the presence of his overwhelming sexual energy. For Spring Break, he went back home and happened upon the old high school football team and their cheerleader girlfriends at a club downtown. They didn't believe him when he told them he was the same loser they bullied only a year ago, the nerdy dweeb too weak to lift a dumbbell or run around a track. The old head cheerleader started making out with him, right there in the middle of the club, and before he knew what was happening he was fucking her in front of everybody, her teammates cheering her on and their jock boyfriends powerless to stop him. Then he fucked each of the other girls, making them come over and over and over until they begged him to stop. And when he finished with them, he did their boyfriends, fucking them so hard and so deep that they never had a single straight thought for the rest of their lives. The entire group broke up after that - the cheerleaders knew they would never experience true joy ever again, not after the ecstasy of that night with Austin, and the footballers knew that the knowledge of their inferiority and submission would haunt them for as long as they lived. Nobody ever saw them after that. After getting back from break, Austin began taking Instagram more seriously. With the help of his friends, he quickly became a social media sensation. He loved posing in nothing but his briefs, showing off the way his jawdropping junk and mouthwatering bubble butt filled up his tight underwear. The comparison between his wasplike 30-inch waist and sleeve-bursting 26-inch biceps drove haters to claim "photoshop!", but a record-breaking livestream quickly shut them into shame and silence. The unprecedented viewership of Austin's first livestream caused the video to cut off unexpectedly, prompting fan outrage that forced Youtube and Facebook to expand their network capacity. Austin's massive, heavy pectorals and flawless 8-pack abdomen made the college boy's torso a popular object of worship. A particularly wealthy fan offered him a million dollars to eat a full meal off his belly - and Austin accepted! The next day, he uploaded a photo of a half-dozen supermodels seductively licking a mess of ice cream, chocolate, and honey from his pillow-sized pecs and delicious abs. It took less than an hour to become the most-liked image on Instagram and Twitter, a flood of activity that took down half the world's Internet infrastructure. Good memories. Back to the present. Austin smiled at himself. That same smile that made women pass out in ecstasy, that same smile that forced orgasms from confident straight men. Freshman year ended yesterday. Here he was, 19 years old, the sexiest man on Earth. What would he do next?

Conspiracy Theories abound! Trevor seemed to be handling things okay in part two - a little disappointed and trying to save face, but genuinely impressed with Seth. And the double date with drinks in this chapter could have been much, much worse if there was an under current of animosity for either of them. I feel like they're both trying to keep the other engaged with growing and trying to reconnect to their friendship. Unfortunately because they seem to be unable to figure out who/what their individual roles will be in their redefined friendship/relationship since they're both still changing. Trevor was willing to take the proverbial hit for his friend by for weighing and measuring Seth, even though he knew he was going to be shocked and incredibly envious of the results. Trevor didn't become angry enough that he needed to walk away until he found out that he hasn't begun growing again. Trevor wants that size so, so bad that it is killing him inside. Trevor has grown, otherwise he wouldn't have been taller than the Seth, who we know grew significantly in part one. I'm personally very happy Dredlifter had him walk away instead of going into full tantrum, meltdown mode. Seth is just beginning to understand the desire for size and how much and long it drove Trevor, even before Elongro entered the picture. The poor guy should probably not take up poker anytime soon with how openly expressive he is though, lol. They both did some pretty serious damage to each others' egos in part three, intentional or not. I'm really curious to see how Dredlifter proceeds - there are so many directions. Witnessing how Dredlifter has them react to their changing status in different environments is absolutely titillating. And then there's that last vial hanging around, just waiting...for someone...new or otherwise.... I hope both Seth and Trevor both have plenty of growth in the tank. I got the impression that Seth's growth rate slowed without Trevor's presence over the summer. Once Trevor returned, that growth looks to have amped itself up rapidly starting at the party. Similarly, Trevor's slower growth can't seem to happen without Seth around.... Wherever Dredlifter goes, I'm hooked. I've reread all three parts more than I should probably admit and their journey so far makes me quiver with excitement each time.

+1 for the sequel, one hundred bazillion percent

Would be hella fun the guy called the faclity to warn them about Dean so they probably moved the guy out of there and are doing terrible things to him just to show Dean they are not fucking around. After all the know that if they are caught by Dean they are better of dead so they have nothing to loose. "You mess with us, we mess with you"

Geil wie immer, hoffe, es geht geil weiter. Mehr! Danke für die Story!

Wow, einfach nur wow. Also jetzt wird es wirklich spannend

Jan hat von den 220kg nur 170kg erreicht, und er hat bereits gewaltige Proportionen.Ich hoffe, David kann Jan immer noch helfen, den Rest seiner Entwicklung zu genießen, oder gibt es vielleicht einen Weg, Dinge zu ändern? Dies ist eine ausgezeichnete Geschichte und ich genieße es sehr. vielen dank für das post. Google translater ist nicht so gut wie das Lesen auf Deutsch (meine zweite Sprache - Deutsche Familienwurzeln

Haha!  Just drawing from the source material ? “As had been happening for the last three days, as Ed's head began to clear, the blossom lowered itself to his face, sealing its edges like a surgical mask. Ed could feel the velvety softness of the petals against his skin, dry and cool - he could smell the pungent aroma of the flower, like old sex in an air-tight room. And then it would shoot the pollen. Slowly at first, the hint of its coming like the realization of incense on the breeze, stage-fog at a rock-n-roll concert, and then the full dose, wave after wave, coinciding with his inhalations, constantly, until his lungs were nearly full of powder.” Excerpt From Pollination By Absman420 more to come

Gurlll Stacy. You messing with the wrong Man! Seth know she is showing up but when he gotta be a friend he is. So Trevor stll have two Elongro injections left. I bet he will take one and give the other to Seth Trevor is no a small guy. He said through the chapter that he is better looking and more fit than the rest of the guys in the gym but he has to compared himself to Seth cause he was the small guy and now that small guy surpassed him. He knows it's totally is fault too cause he couldnt go to teh ym but still it's uncorfortable for him to admit that. I feel like there migth be a confrontation coming one that will pushed them appart and then cement their relationship after all all best friends have a huge fight at least once a year lol Have fun in your vacation man!

Thanks for the comments - part 3 coming soon!

Well I'm not really into fantasy stories of muscle growth as much or the old switcheroo kind of thing with body switches, but there are some that are. I'm much more about reading stories with fictional characters that feel real human emotions. Stories like AJ and Noah are the ones I love to read. I'm all for reading an AJ and Noah sequel though for sure! There's alot more to explore with these two characters and I believe seeing how they grow and mature in their relationship would be a great thing to see.

Hey Mate! I’m up for it! If you’re in doubt about it you still could write it, but change the characters names. As for the sequel, I would love to read it too. I miss those two mates. ???

Thanks for your thoughts and comments on this, guys! Fan fiction written from the author would be a pretty good way of describing it! If I did do it I would definitely make it clear of what is was and how it differs from the original. Hmmm. Maybe I should just go ahead and write that sequel instead. I'm definitely not short of ideas for it! ?

Part XIV “So, are we going to do this thing or not?” I ask bluntly. “Yeah. Let’s get down to it.” Blake removes the tank he was wearing so we’re both naked now. Me with my gymnasts body and hardon. Blake with his bodybuilder physique and slumbering giant. “Ok, we’ll start off the easy way.” Blake says as he shoves me hard and I crumple to the floor. “Get up small fry!” He booms. I stand up, confused but more angry. “What the fuck was that‽ “ “I’m putting you down where you belong. At my feet.” Blake smirks, towering over me. He brings his huge arm up and flexes his bicep. “You see this, this is real man muscle. Look at that twig you call a bicep. Pathetic.” “I. Am. Not. Pathetic.” I growl. “The fuck You aren’t. Look at me. All this fucking muscle.” Bland breaks his flex and places his extended palm on his chest. His huge hand looks small when he places it on his pec. That meaty mound of muscle spreads from his delts to the center of his chest where it meets its twin and form a deep groove. His hand slips down to meet his firm 8-pack. It traces the cracks that each taut muscle makes until his hand is down to his navel. It then slides over to where his Adonis belt bulges away from his hip. He grabs the meaty muscle tightly in his hand and squeezes, massaging the muscle. “Come on little guy. You know you want to touch it.” He gestures down to his sleeping monster, hand on his hip. “No one can resist touching it. Especially when they’re used to handling their own pathetic worm like yourself. The flash of heat floods my face but the pull to his cock is so much stronger. I focus myself and don’t move. “You mean people line up for that weak, soft cock?” I reply cockily to Blake. “You can’t even get it up.” Silently Blake closes his eyes and grits his teeth. I see the head on his cock begin thickening and expanding. In seconds it’s reached its full size from earlier. It looks insanely huge on his soft shaft. All flared and red. But it doesn’t look out of place for long. His shaft balloons larger in long pulses as it also begins to straighten out, rising from its resting place on his balls. Once the show is over and his cock reaches its monolithic size he grabs my wrist. I lock eyes with him and become startled. His normal soft, brown eyes aren’t looking at me, but cold, black eyes stare me down. “Careful brother, I am slow to anger but once provoked I have difficulty controlling my rage. You must feel it too. The jealousy of being smaller. Don’t you crave the size? Don’t you thirst for it?” I gulp loudly. The fear in my body making me nauseas. Blake moves my hand to his cock and places it on his angry head. “Now, how does a real mans cock feel?” “It feels...” I trail off as I feel my arm grow tight. I look down and see my forearm striated with unfamiliar muscle and fueled strength. I smirk and squeeze Blake’s cock head tightly. He winces in a bit of pain but he’s so hard not much damage is done. “I feel strong.” I release Blake’s cock and immediately place my hand on my bicep. I can feel it swelling with new mass, growing firmer under my hand and spreading it apart. My eye travels up my arm and I watch my shoulder stretch outward, nicely capping off the enhancement to my bid and tris. My chest has too expanded morphing into squared off slabs of meat that touch in the center to form a deep groove. They now stand off from the rest of my body a solid inch. A field of dark, smooth hair now spreads from the groove outward giving my pecs an even more masculine look. The hair is more concentrated around my darkened nipples. My lats flare out from my body as I feel my back widen in strife with the other changes. I can feel my traps growing up my neck, thickening and strengthening. My stomach still maintains the six pack it has but the individual abs have grown wider and taller. They also have grown in thickness to push away from the rest of my core. My abs now look strong instead of just superficial. My Adonis belt has too thickened, adding pounds of muscle and extending off my hips like Blake. The hair from my chest doesn’t cover my stomach but a dense treasure trail forms below my navels and snakes down my thickly muscled groin to my pubes. Sadly I don’t see that my cock has grown and my nuts still resemble large eggs, hanging loose in their sack. But my gaze is drawn down to my quads. The striating muscle forms thick ropes down my legs. I feel their power building the size taking shape. It makes me feel weak in the knees but I know my muscle wouldn’t dare let me fall. Then I feel my ass twitch. I reach around and feel a large mound of tight, firm flesh covered in a light dusting of hair. I give it a squeeze and let out a soft moan. “Fuck yeah bro.” Blake Says, snapping me back to reality. I had almost forgotten he was in the room. I turn to face him and see that he looks a little shorter than I remember. But everything looks further away now. I must have grown taller too. And by the looks of it by almost two inches bringing me up to 6’4” of man meat. “Looking good bro.” Blake smiles. “And I think you got one last surprise in store this time around?” “What?” I reply. Blake motions at my crotch. “It’s usually the last to catch up.” He says as I see my nuts drop lower, my sack loosening. Then I can feel an increase of weight in them as my nuts visibly expand. I cup them softly in my hand as they spill over my grip. But my fascination with my nuts is cut short by the stirring in my cock. I feel a surge of blood rush to it and veins explode out of the shaft. I almost cum from the pressure but bite it back remembering Blake’s words. The pressure increases and I feel myself getting hard, lengthening. Which is odd since ive been rock hard for so long. But my cock swells larger, growing to reflect my change in body size. The head swells and turns a bright red. The ridge of my head flares out and swells thickly. The shaft thickens and grows longer, forcing my head further from the base. I desire to stroke its length but I don’t dare touch...yet. I swear it must have grown to at least a full foot long if not more. I can feel the slit of my cock growing larger, willing to accommodate more of my seed. My nuts begin to itch as they grow increasingly hairy, making them look like hyper masculine. I begin to smell an odor coming from my crotch. It’s musty and has tones of salt but it’s enveloping and strong. It smells like man. Not dirty or rank but comforting and sexual. And then I feel a click in my body. Like the tap feeding me was shut off. “How you fucking feel stud?” Blake says, his rod swinging in front of him. “It’s so heavy.”I say gesturing to my body. “We can take care of at least one heavy thing right now.” Blake says as he cups my balls in his hand. “Because I got a big load I need to dump and I want to see you take this puppy on a test drive.”

Genie with a muscle growth fetish – part 6 It had finally happened! Karim had graduated from high school and he left the stage in the auditorium with his diploma in hand. It was time for a new adventure: college! He had applied for a small community college and he was accepted right away. His grades were very high, so getting in was not an issue. During the very first week of classes, Karim checked in at his dorm and he was assigned a roommate. At first, he was rather nervous about this, but he calmed down when he saw that his dormmate ended up being a nice guy who was just as nervous as him. Barry was a complete nerd. He was short, skinny and he wore glasses. He was clumsy and nervous, constantly wiping his thick glasses with a cloth, which he kept in his shirt pocket. The guy was a science nerd and he was happy to just keep to himself for most of the time. After he checked in and unpacked his belongings, he walked over to the library where he stayed until late that night. It was after 10 PM when Barry returned, quietly opening the door, changing clothes and switching on the desk light so he could check his emails on his laptop. “Oh, crap… Why, me? Why do I have to take this dumb class?” Barry mumbled quietly, but loud enough so Karim could hear it. Karim woke up and he quietly walked over to Barry’s side of the dorm room. “Hey, roomie! What’s going on?” he asked him. “It says here that I have to take a one-credit gym class!” Barry groaned. “I just HATE gym class!” “Ohh, come on, dude!” Karim smiled. “It can’t be that bad! All you do is go to the gym and you do a few arm curls!” Barry turned towards his new roommate with a sad look on his face. “Can you go with me?” he asked his dorm-mate. “I’m just really scared…” “I’ll take you over there! Trust me, you’ll like it! I’ll help you out!” Karim smiled. So, it happened. Barry registered online. He picked the same class that Karim was already enrolled in. They had the same times and place, so they could go together. Later, the following day, Karim and Barry walked up to the front counter of the student gym. Since it was Barry’s first time, he took his picture at the front desk. He provided some information before he was let in the weight room. All he was wearing was a tank top, sneakers and shorts. “Here, start with these, bruh!” Karim suggested, as he walked past the long rack of dumbbells which were in front of the long mirror against the brick wall. “Just do a few arm curls!” Barry grabbed two 5-pound dumbbells and struggled raising them up using his thin arms. “Hey, kid! Go for the two-pounders over there! Don’t hurt yourself!” another young man shouted at him. The man was much bigger and way more muscled, of course. “Crap, man… What the hell am I doing here?” Barry groaned as he set the dumbbells down. “I’m good at science and engineering… I don’t even belong here!” “Barry!” Karim whispered. “You’re doing fine. This is only your first time in the gym! Just ignore those big guys!” “Why can’t I just take a basket-weaving class? I HATE this!” Barry cried out as he dropped the weights on the floor and he marched back into he locker room, leaving Karim behind. Karim them walked behind him, meeting Barry sitting in the corner of the locker room, wiping tears from his eyes while cleaning his glasses with his cloth. “Hey… What’s the matter, bruh?” Karim said quietly as he sat down next to Barry, who was feeling pretty upset right now. “Dude… I’m a nerd, okay? I’m no muscle guy! I don’t freaking belong in a gym! This is a place for jocks and athletes! I’m no athlete! I don’t have any muscle on me, see?” Barry cried out, pointing to his skinny arm. “I’m totally out of my element in this stupid place!” “Okay… I’m gonna help you gain some muscle… Come over here to the dressing room!” Karim said, as he pointed to a small room which was located next to where the shower stalls were. This room only had a mirror and a metal bench. “Come here!” Barry and Karim walked into the dressing room, quietly closing the door behind them. “Okay, now… Don’t make a sound. And… Don’t tell anyone that I helped you with this, okay? You better keep this as a secret!” Karim whispered to him. “Uhh… Why? What? What… What are you gonna do to me?” Barry asked nervously. “You’re just wearing a tank top and loose shorts. Good! You got some room to grow in those clothes!” Karim stated as he examined Barry from head to toe. “Huh? What? Why? What do you mean?” Barry stuttered. “Sssshhh! I’m gonna grow your muscles a little bit… Just stand still… Don’t move!” Karim hissed. “What!!??” “I’m a Genie, you idiot! Just stand still and shut up for one moment, will ya?” Karim whispered back. Barry just stood there, staring at Karim with his jaw wide open. Was he just dreaming? Or, was it just that Karim’s response was so ridiculous that he didn’t know how to reply? Something weird happened to Barry in that dressing room. It was something that he couldn’t explain. His arms began to bulge with muscle as his triceps and biceps inflated to the point where the arms were hanging a bit at an angle rather than straight down. His pectorals inflated into large orbs of muscle at the same time, filling out the top half of his tank top while his shoulders widened considerably. Mighty lats formed under his thick arms, giving the boy that V-taper all bodybuilders love. His flat stomach was suddenly covered by six-pack abdominal muscles, which magically surfaced out of nowhere. “Ooohhhhmmggg….” Barry moaned softly as he felt the tingling sensation rage through every muscle in his body while he felt his size, his weight and his strength increase dramatically all at once. His quads inflated into mighty pillars of muscle as big, thick, long strands of muscle formed between the waist and the knees. His quads also grew very wide, almost ripping his shorts at the seams. Finally, while the quads were growing above the knees, his calves were inflating below them. Big, hard, round spheres of vein-covered muscle ballooned from the back of his legs, increasing that surge of strength that flowed through his legs dramatically. “Uhhhhh….. Ohhhhhhhhhh…” Barry groaned until the sudden growth spurt came to a stop. “There! Check yourself out in the mirror, big guy!” Karim smiled. “What the—” Barry sighed as he turned around and stared at his reflection in the mirror. “WHOAAA!” “SSSHHHH!” Karim hissed. “You idiot!” “What… How… How the hell did you do that?” “Magic! Now, Let’s get back out there and lift some weights!” Karim ordered. “I’ll tell you tonight!” Barry walked out to the weight room and strolled back to the rack where the dumbbells were. He grabbed the 5-pound weights and did a few curls, finding them much too light. He set them back and tried the 25-pound weights instead. His big biceps bulged as he did a dozen curls before the large mirror. Other guys walked by, admiring the young, muscular guy. “Feels good?” Karim said to him. “Yeah… I mean… It’s so easy!” Barry smiled. “It’s a piece of cake when you got big muscles!” Karim breathed a sigh of relief. Barry finally liked going to gym class now! That evening, while back in the dorm room, Karim told Barry that he was a Genie and that he had the ability to make the muscles of other people grow, but that he preferred to keep that a secret as much as possible. Barry promised Karim to do his best to keep it a secret as well. Occasionally, they would look for other guys to grow on campus, especially since there were a lot of guys enrolled who could use some help bulking up! So, everything seemed great for Barry and Karim, until the following afternoon, when Barry returned to the gym on campus. Barry walked up to the front counter and showed his ID card, where the young man scanned it in. The scanner beeped and the young man stared at Barry, before staring at the picture on the screen. “Umm… were you here yesterday?” the young guy asked. “Yeah! I worked out here for the first time yesterday afternoon!” Barry replied. “Uhh… Can you remember around what time you came here yesterday afternoon?” the man behind the counter asked him. “Uhh… I think I was here around four? Give or take?” Barry pondered. “Why? Is there a problem??” “Hmm… We’re not sure. I can’t let you in the gym right now! You’ll get an email from us in a few minutes!” the young man replied. Barry just turned around and walked back to the dorm. Once he arrived, he received an email message from the office of the Dean of Students! He had to go there right away! What was going on? Barry dashed out of the room and he ran over to the Dean’s office, where he had to wait. Finally, he was let into a small office, where he met with a older gentleman who wore a long dress shirt and a tie. “Are you Barry Bakovich?” the older man asked. “Hi, I’m Louis Woodard. Please sit down.” “What… What seems to be the problem, sir?” Barry wondered. Dr. Woodard showed two pictures on his laptop. One was of Barry taken at the gym the day before, and the other was of Barry, taken that afternoon. The face was the same, but in one photo, Barry was skinny and in the other he was big and muscled! “Barry, we do not accept or tolerate drug use on our campus. We can see here that you have gained a lot of muscle over a very short amount of time. I just want to say that this is unacceptable! If you’ve been found using drugs in your dorm then I’ll need to expel you from our community college!” the Dean of Students explained in a very serious tone of voice. “So, Barry, please be honest with me. Are you on steroids?” “What? No! Oh, no! No! Uhhh…. Let me get my friend… My roommate… Karim…” Barry said as he frantically sent Karim a text message, telling his dorm-mate where he was. “He needs to come here!” About three minutes later, the door opened, and Karim walked in, closing the door behind him. “Yes, Dr. Woodard?” Karim said politely as he sat down in the chair next to Barry. “Karim… Please explain to me… How can Barry Bakovich here be a skinny guy on Tuesday and then walk into the same gym as a big, muscled guy on Wednesday afternoon?” the Dean asked him. “Like this…” Karim smiled as he waved his hand. Suddenly, Dr. Woodard felt his biceps bulge under his long-sleeve dress shirt. They grew and grew until they almost ripped out of his white shirt sleeves! “Oh my! What…. What the hell? WHOA!” the Dean of Students gasped out loud, flexing both arms at the same time just as the secretary walked in. “Dr. Woodard? Did you want anything? More coffee?” she asked. “No, Jessica! I’m good!” “Ohh…. You’re working out, huh?” she chuckled before she closed the door. Both Barry and Karim just glanced at each other as the older man examined his new, bulging biceps. “How… How did you do that, Karim?” “Well, sir… I’m a Genie… My specialty is growing muscles on other young men… I can assure you that this explains why Barry here grew so big in such a short amount of time!” he explained. “This has nothing to do with drugs or anything!” “Good… Uhh… That is a big relief! Uhh… We shall keep your… ability… a secret… And, Barry, you have been cleared. You’re both dismissed!” the dean said to the two boys. “Thank you!” Barry said as he and Karim left the office. “Dude, next time you grow somebody’s muscles, do it more gradually, okay?” Barry suggested. “Yes! Lesson learned! Let’s go eat!” Karim smiled as both boys walked down to the student union for some well-deserved dinner.

Genie with a Muscle Growth Fetish - Part 5 Karim walked out of the classroom since the last class was over. He felt bummed out after talking to Brandon and he needed to grow some muscle on somebody, just to cheer him up. Just about the entire place was deserted and everybody was gone. He had almost passed the computer lab when he noticed that the light was still on in the room. There was a small window in the door through which he could tell that the light was on. “Who would still be in the lab on a Friday afternoon?” he wondered, as he quietly pushed the door opened and peered inside. There was one boy sitting at a desk all alone, typing at a keyboard. He had a book and some printed papers on the desk in front of him. He had a code editor on his screen and he was trying to debug some programming code. “Darn… why can’t I figure out this stupid error?” the boy sighed as he stared at the text on the screen. “Hey!” Karim said calmly as he walked up to him. “What’s going on?” “Trying to get this program to work…” the boy sighed. “That’s what nerds do on a Friday afternoon…” “Aww man… You look like an athletic guy! You should go out and have fun! Don’t stay in here! Besides, the weather is really nice outside!” Karim shrugged. “Naw, dude… I don’t play sports and I don’t have any friends besides a few nerdy guys. I’m too weak and clumsy to play anything or go to the gym!” the boy groaned as he stood up and stretched. The boy was about 5-foot-9 inches tall and he was about 17 years old. He was skinny as a board. He wore glasses and he had chocolate-brown skin along with jet-black, short, straight hair. He was tall but he had no muscle at all. He wore khaki shorts and a t-shirt along with tennis shorts. “Oh, by the way… I’m Karim… I’m originally from the Middle East… what about you?” Karim said as he shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dileep, I’m from here but my parents are from India!” the boy responded. He was taller than Karim but Karim was in better shape, so far. “Oh man! You’re here all by yourself working on a computer program? On a Friday afternoon? You’re crazy! All you Indian guys are such over-achievers! That’s why you guys are so darn smart!” Karim grinned. “Come on, dude! Let’s get outta here!” “Ohh, alright… But, I got nowhere to go and nothing to do…. All my friends are at home or asleep… They are too lonely or depressed to go out…” Dileep sighed as he turned off the computer and grabbed his backpack. “You need to tell me about your friends! Maybe we can start a nerdy club or something and get everybody in shape and get them into doing something fun together!” Karim wondered out loud. “We can’t seem to agree on finding a common way for all of us to get the word out about us or our hobbies and likes and the stuff we enjoy doing…” Dileep sighed as the boys continued to walk on the sidewalk outside of the school. “Plus, those who DO have things to do, use their big height and strength advantages to make our lives miserable!” “What do you mean?” “The guys on the wrestling and football teams are constantly making fun of us…” Dileep groaned. “We’re the weak nerds and geeks in school. We’re the easy targets. If we try a group meeting or some little gathering, they come along and ruin everything… Did mess up meetings with me, Ryan, James, Tanmay, Brandon…” “Wait! Are those your friends?” Karim asked him. “Isn’t Brandon kinda like….” “Yeah… Brandon’s a big guy with glasses. But he’s overweight and he’s depressed all the time. So, we don’t stand a chance. We just need a break. I’m hoping for a miracle, dude… We need somebody to help us out!” Karim looked out ahead of him and saw that they were walking past a small sandwich shop. It was right in front of them. “Let’s go in here! Quick!” “Huh? But I’m not hungry!” Dileep protested. “Go anyway! I gotta show you something!” The boys walked in the sandwich shop and they strolled past the front counter and made their way to the hallway and into the men’s bathroom. Karim locked the door behind them. “What’s going on?” Dileep wondered. “What are we doing in here?” “Dude! Do you know what a Genie is?” Karim asked his nerdy, Indian friend. “Yeah… it’s a character from a series of fairy tales! Like from Aladdin! It’s not even real! It’s like a big, old, fat guy from the Middle East who grants wishes or something! Why?” Dileep replied. “What does that have anything to do with me?” “Dude! Genies aren’t just in fairy tales! They’re real!” Karim said calmly. “Oh, come on! I can’t remember ever seeing a Genie flying around and granting wishes! I’ve never met one!” Dileep replied, finally getting annoyed with this conversation. “Why are we talking about this?” “You’re talking to a Genie right NOW….” Karim said calmly, in a very serious tone of voice while folding his arms before his chest. Dileep glared at the boy for a whole minute, not knowing at all how to react to that bizarre remark. Was he joking? Was he serious? Karim was so serious when he said it, however, it sounded so… ridiculous! “Are you joking? I mean… You don’t look like an old man with a big belly who is flying on a carpet! You’re not coming out of a lamp! You don’t look like some ghost or some goofy-looking magical character or something! What is this? I believe in science and technology and I need proof! Do you really think I’m THAT stupid, Karim? Who do you think--?” Dileep said angrily. Dileep was about to storm out of the bathroom door when he was stopped due to a sudden cramp in his arms. He stopped to look at his arms and gasped when he noticed that both his biceps began to inflate on their own! His thin, skinny arms suddenly bulged on their own, like he had just come from a major work-out. It was like magic! Dileep just gawked at his arms as he felt the increased weight and a surge of strength in his arms, unlike anything he had ever felt before! “Hey! What… What the hell…?” The boy stopped and turned towards Karim, not knowing what was happening to him. Next, Dileep’s pectorals started to inflate like large, helium balloons! But, they weren’t inflating with air. They were inflating with raw muscle! His enlarged chest grew thicker, wider and deeper, while putting a tremendous strain on his thin, cotton polo shirt. His shirt sleeves were the first to rip apart, cracking at the seams and ripping at the arms. Next, his buttons by the collar popped loose, thanks to his expanding pecs pushing his shirt apart. “Arrrhhh… KARIM! What’s happening?” Dileep gasped. “What’s going on?” “So, you’re getting bullied by the football players for being too skinny, too weak and for being a nerd? That’s going to end right now, right here, right this minute…” Karim smiled as he watched the growth spurt unfold. “KARIM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” Dileep shouted as he felt the growth spurt affect the rest of his body. Dileep looked down in amazement as his flat stomach suddenly gained thick, ripped abdominal muscles with deep valleys and ridges like a washboard. Mighty abs formed like a six-pack over his stomach, lining up in rows and columns like tiles on the bathroom floor. “You’re gaining a few pounds of muscle… Enough to impress your friends like Brandon and the others…” Karim said quietly. “After all, you have always wished you were muscular… So, here I am… I’m your Genie! I’m here to grant that wish!” “Holy cow…” Dileep gasped as his quads grew thick and hard, with long cords of muscle covering his legs from his kneecaps to his hips. Lastly, his calves on the back of his legs grew bigger, harder and stronger, with a network of veins forming all over them. The calves grew into thick diamond-like footballs implanted on the back of his legs. Dileep must have gained about forty pounds of muscle in just two minutes! “This is… incredible! Just… amazing!” the Hindu boy exclaimed as he just flexed and moved around, checking out his muscular physique in the bathroom mirror. “I didn’t exercise or lift any weights at all! I mean… This was all because of… YOU!” “I told you I was a Genie!” Karim grinned as he walked up to Dileep and waved his hand. The torn shirt morphed into a tank top, which fit the muscular boy nicely and still allowed him to show off his big, muscular arms. “There, you still look like a nerd, but a muscle-nerd now! Things have changed now! You’re not gonna be bullied that easily anymore!” “Don’t be too sure about that!” Dileep responded sadly. “We don’t have any nerdy guys who can match the size and strength of the football players or the wrestlers!” “Not yet… We will, soon… First, you gotta show off your muscles to Brandon and the other nerdy guys at school on Monday, okay?” Karim smiled. “Uhh… He’s gonna freak and think I was on drugs or something…” Dileep sighed. “Nobody will want to talk to me now!” “Not if I come with you!” Karim laughed. “Oh yeah, right…” Dileep stared. “What are you gonna do? Make those guys Hulk out?” “I might just do that!” Karim chuckled. “We need more muscle nerds at school!” The boys turned around and left the small sandwich shop. Karim walked home and Dileep strolled back to his house. Karim gave his new friend his cell phone number and they agreed to stay in touch in case they needed to take care of their friends over the weekend…