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Before it becomes an issue, this is in fact a college story. The characters are both 18 and 19. No one is under 18. The character, Jolias, was indeed used with permission from his original creator, @MadMutter. ________________________________________ Oh god... fuck... It feels so... goooood... My biceps contracted into huge balls, swelling into the fabric of my sleeves, and I quickly heard threads snapping as my arms blew out of them. My back was widening with every one of my breaths, and again, more threads were snapping and I heard tearing cloth as air began touching the skin of my back. My butt was growing too, muscle packing into my rear, making me rise off the seat on which I was sitting. And my legs, my quads, were growing, too. The hands that were worshiping me were roaming all over my body, and it felt so... fucking... GOOD! My dick was hard and throbbing, snaking its way down into the right leg of my shorts, growing thicker and longer with each second. Pre was leaking from its tip, and I could feel the wetness rapidly spreading, and it was so much it was like I'd already cum when I knew I hadn't. I felt myself shudder, the roaming hands worshiping my growing body kept up their pace, and it was such a hot feeling. My shoulders were widening and spreading farther apart, and my shirt was continuing to tear all over. I couldn't help myself. I reached down, my muscled forearms finally entering my view, veins snaking all around them. I watched as my hands approached the outline of the snake in my shorts. I was taking it slow, I was so excited. I was thrumming with sexual energy, my body throbbing all over. I was involuntarily flexing my dick as it was growing, sending jolts of pleasure through my growing body, hastening its growth. The hands I felt around my muscles were still roaming, and FUCK does it feel good. My hand was so close to my dick now I could feel its heat rising into the palm of my hand. My breaths were quick and deep, my heart was pounding. And then, as soon as the skin of my hand touched the throbbing appendage barely contained within the cloth of my shorts, I felt an immense explosion of pleasure that no one else on Earth has ever felt. My vision went completely white. And then I woke up. My eyes opened, and I was looking up at the ceiling of my room. My dorm room. I shifted my legs, and then I felt it. Yep, I'd shot off a load into my sheets. Wonderful. I was weirdly lucky because by some very small stroke of luck I'd managed to get a dorm room with no room mate. I say it's lucky because moments like this one weren't embarrassing. I didn't have to try to hide the fact I just came into my sheets. But what the hell was that dream? Before I got to college, I'd worked out. I mean, of course I did. High school guys do that. I'd built up a pretty nice body, but I'd never had any fantasies about growing bigger or being worshiped. I threw the blankets off me and grimaced as I felt the cold stickiness in my crotch and boxers. I removed my boxers and tossed them into my dirty clothes hamper, walking over to the mirror. Yeah, I still had a nice bod. My pecs were tight, I had decent abs, and nice arms. I flexed a bicep and admired it's nice shape, and then the unmistakable feeling of being turned on enveloped my body. Movement caught my eye as I watched my dick plumping up and rising, standing straight out before I dropped my arm. How am I getting hard again already? I just blew a load into my bed! And from looking at my own muscles? This was weird. But... I think I liked the feeling. Fuck. The memory of the dream flooded back into my mind, and I remembered the vivid feeling of growing and growing, and I felt my dick throbbing intensely as it quickly went from just hard to full-mast steel. I couldn't resist, and wrapped my left hand around my rod and began to stroke, and waves of euphoria washed over me. I was overtaken by the immense horniness I was experiencing, and I couldn't help myself; I flexed my right arm, and when I saw it bulge into my nicely shaped bicep, that was all it took. My dick throbbed one last time, and I felt the sharp pleasure of cum erupting from my balls and entering my shaft, shooting a huge rope of cum onto the mirror in front of me, splattering. And then another few shots burst out as I came off the high of cumming. I stood there, in front of the mirror, panting, my dick dribbling a little bit of cum still, and I suddenly felt bewilderment. Why was I so horny from muscles all of a sudden? I looked at the clock and realized it was getting late. My first class was about to begin. It was actually my only class of the day. Physics. I rushed and grabbed a towel, and ran to the showers so I could get ready. I passed a few other dudes on the way, and I saw them looking my way. I thrust my chin at them and said "'Sup?" as I walked past. I turned my head and saw them out of the corner of my eye looking back at me. I never noticed that before. Do other dudes always look at me? I'd have to start paying more attention. I quickly showered, not wanting to be late. I ran back to my room and threw on some clothes, picking out some nice ones because, well, what can I say? I'm stylish. I wanna look cool. I put on my blue and white button-down shirt, black undershirt, sleeves rolled up. This was one of my favorite shirts because it hugged my body nicely and showed my slight V shape. I put on my khaki shorts that go down past my knees, but still kind of tight in the rear. I put on some long black socks, and my red Supra shoes. I thought about wearing a hat, but I often keep my long brown hair free. Hats are often a distraction from my ears. What? I liked my ears. I was unique that way. My ears are pointy, sort of like Link's from The Legend of Zelda. It's a genetic anomaly, but I think it's awesome. My eyes are red too. I like being different this way. I think it's cool, and it makes me feel kind of hot. I looked at the time. Fuck. I was running way behind. I dashed out the door, still making sure it was locked, and ran out of the building into the spring air. It was nice outside today, and I would ordinarily enjoy a leisurely walk to class, but I didn't have time for that. I continued my jogging, my backpack bouncing off my ass as I did. I approached the building where my physics class is held, and threw open the door. I rushed down the hall and found the entrance to the classroom, and once again, threw open that door, making all eyes turn on me. I did what I always do in this situation and smiled, flashing my white shiny teeth, and moved to an empty seat. It wasn't until I sat down that I realized I had my timing wrong, and there were still fifteen minutes before class started. Ugh. I pulled out my phone and started looking through Facebook, which is usually what I do when I'm bored or just trying to pass the time, when I noticed the dude next to me was still looking at me. Or rather, he kept stealing glances at me and looking away. I looked over at him, and he was definitely looking, because as soon as I turned my head, he tried to act all nonchalant. But damn, I don't know what it was about this dude, but he piqued my interest. I don't think I'd seen him before today. He was cute. He had dark hair, darker than mine, and it was cut in an undercut fashion, and the long parts were swept back. He had a chain around his neck that looked remarkably similar to the one Sora wears in Kingdom Hearts, but definitely not the same. He was wearing a button-down shirt, like mine, only his was kept open, no buttons fastened. It was red and black, and he had a purple undershirt. Strange color combination, I know, but it was unique and it definitely didn't clash. He also had khaki shorts on, like mine. I guess we dudes are a bit unimaginative when it comes to lower-wear. Suddenly my mind had a brief and sudden flashback to the dream I experienced this morning. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts, but it wasn't because of the muscle-growth in the dream. I suddenly had an image of the dude who was worshiping me in the dream. There's no way it was this dude. I hadn't seen him before today, and you can't dream of things you've never seen before. But why was my mind suddenly placing his face on my dream-worshiper? I suddenly realized I was still staring at him, and he had to have been aware as well. My dick was still twitching, slowwwllyyy plumping up. I had to say something before this was just plain awkward. "Hey man, what's up?" I asked, in my usual cool-guy tone. He glanced over briefly, and I saw his cheeks go red. Cute. He turned away again, looking out the window. I guess he was mentally wrestling with the idea of pretending he didn't hear me. I kept staring at him, now that I had control over this situation, and waited. After only about 20 seconds, which felt longer, he turned back towards me, and said "Hey." His cheeks were still a bit rosy. "What's up, dude?" I asked again. "Uhh... nothin' much. I just enrolled in this class, so it's my first day. I dropped another course in favor of this one." "Cool!" I replied, genuinely interested. "So then I guess we're classmates now, huh?" He nodded, finally smiling a bit. I put my hand out. "I'm Jolias." He looked down at my hand, and then I saw his eyes travel slightly upward, looking at my vascular forearm. His eyes wandered up to my own, locking with them, and then he blushed violently, instinctively looking away again. My dick hardened a bit, again, watching his reaction to me. He swiftly turned back again, taking his hand and grasping my own. "I'm Max," he finally reciprocated, face still red. I thought about playing with him a bit and making a comment about his blushing, but I didn't want to embarrass him. He's probably sitting there praying to God that I haven't noticed his blushing. Or the fact that he's now got a decent tent pitched in his crotch area. "Max, huh? I like that name. Not a lot of Max-es in the world, y'know?" I grinned, once again flashing my bright white teeth. My teeth are super healthy, and since I have darker skin, they stand out. He smiled, and looked down at the floor, before muttering "Yeah? How many other Jolias-es do you know?" I couldn't help but laugh. He was right about that one. "Touche!" I responded. Good, he was opening up a bit more. He seems like an introvert. It was right then that the professor walked in and greeted us. I guess it was time to pay attention now. After the professor started talking, I was ready to take notes, but as I sat there listening, I kept catching Max stealing glances at me. I kept feeling my dick twitching and wanting to harden. When class ended, I gathered my belongings and stood up, getting ready to leave. Max was doing the same. I walked around my little desk so I stood closer to him. "So, Max, what've you got planned for the rest of the day?" He looked taken aback. He took a step backwards as though he were uncomfortable with how close I was to him. I didn't want to scare him away so I turned my body a bit and threw my backpack onto my shoulders so it looked like I only moved to gain space to do so. "I, uhh, don't really have anything planned for the rest of the day. This was my only class for the day." "Right on," I responded. "I was actually gonna head to the library so I could work on reviewing some of this physics stuff since I feel overwhelmed and don't seem to get it too well," I said, looking at the ground. "Would you wanna study with me?" I asked, hoping he'd help me review some of this material. "Y-yeah. Yeah I can help you with it. Luckily physics isn't too hard for me, so I should definitely be able to help you understand whatever you're having trouble with." Max's face seemed to light up at the idea. I smiled at him. "Cool, man! Wanna go now, or--" "We can go now. It's close to this building and I'd rather not have to walk all the way back from the dorms." "Awesome." I put my fist out for a fist-bump. He looked at my fist and seemed hesitant. But then he brought his own hand up and made a fist and bumped mine. He was awkward, but cute. We noticed other students were walking into the classroom for the next class, and I figured we had been in there for way too long after a class had ended. I began walking toward the door and said "Ready, dude?" Max was already on my heels when I asked, but he said "Yeah." We walked side-by-side over to the library. People kept looking at us as we walked, but, to be fair, I had pointy ears. People were most likely looking at me and my ears. I didn't care. Every time I saw someone staring I'd thrust my chin at them and smirk, sometimes even throwing out a "'Sup?" knowing that any other reaction would potentially make me a target for mockery. It's never been lost on me that mean-spirited people feed on low confidence and anxiety in others. My ears were sexy, and I didn't care who disagreed. It wasn't a long walk, but having Max beside me made me feel strange. Good strange. Every time I looked at him I felt my dick twitch a little. I actually had to mentally fight off getting a boner a couple of times. When he and I first interacted, he was sitting. Now, I finally paid attention to the fact that he was a little taller than I was. Only a little. Maybe by an inch or two. But I never would have imagined he was taller than me. While we were walking, I asked him "So you're good at physics, huh? Did you take it in high school?" "Yeah. It was just a regular class, then. But I realized I must have some sort of natural talent for it, I guess, since I never really had to try that hard to get everything right, while I knew plenty of people who struggled with it. This class doesn't seem much different." "Awesome, bro. I'm glad to have someone like you to study with, then," I replied. We got to the doors of the library and walked inside, with me holding the door for Max. He graciously walked by as I held the door without a protest, which was pretty cool, since so many dudes hate having the door held open for them by another dude. Inside, there's like a foyer area, which isn't exactly the library itself. The bottom floor had some actual classrooms, and the library was actually up a set of stairs. Max was already on the stairs before I knew it, and I made a short dash to catch up. I guess he was eager to study! "Wait up!" I called after him. He turned his head briefly to see me skipping steps to catch up to him. He smiled a little. "Hurry up, man. I wanna study," he said, in a serious voice, but then grinned and laughed a little. I was slightly surprised because his personality just changed a little towards one of more extroversion. Which was good. I guess he felt more comfortable. "Shut up!" I playfully said, giving him a light punch on the shoulder. "Owwww," he said, acting like it hurt, still smiling. At the top of the stairs there was a little coffee shop with small tables with chairs. Right next to it was the entrance to the library portion of the building. We walked to the doors and I opened one, and again, Max walked inside past me as I held the door for him, saying thanks as he brushed by. Inside, we stopped after a few steps in and I asked him, quietly, since it is, after all, a library, "Do you wanna just find a table, or would you prefer one of the study rooms?" "Umm, let's a get one of the study rooms. Then we don't have to be so quiet," he replied swiftly, already walking down one of the rows of books to where the study rooms were. I followed behind him. The first two rooms we passed by were taken already by other students. The first one had a single student inside, and he appeared to be drowning in work. He had books everywhere, opened, and plenty of notes strewn about, and a laptop that was open with some document on the screen. The next room had 4 people in it, all of whom seemed to be chatting about whatever they were working on, with their own books all around the table. The next room, though, was in the corner, and it was actually window-less. The door was cracked open, and we saw it was free. Max pushed the door all the way open and turned on the light. It had a small table, plenty of space for at least 4 people to sit comfortably. I walked in after Max and dropped my backpack on the floor next to a chair. Max did the same at the chair next to mine, and sat down. He opened his backpack and removed the physics course textbook, and then his laptop. He then pulled out his notebook, and a pen. I realized I was staring at Max, and had to shake myself from my reverie and get my own things out of my backpack. "So, what do you think you have the most trouble with?" Max asked me. "Huh?" I asked, still bent over digging through my things. "What do you need help understanding?" "Oh! Uhh, I guess I had some trouble understanding the equations and math that go into the concept of torque. I remember the formula being force times lever-arm, but I never did understand how that equation made sense when talking about an engine. How does a car have torque? How do you figure out the torque when there is no lever-arm?" There was more I didn't understand, but I figured I could start with that one. It was actually the first thing that came to mind. "Oh. Alright. Do you have any notes on it?" he asked. "I'll find that section in the textbook." "Ummm yeah, let me see if I can find them." I pulled out my notebook and went through some of the pages, looking for the parts I know I had written on torque. I looked over at Max and he was flipping through the pages of the textbook. I few strands of his hair had fallen out of place and were hanging as he looked down at the textbook pages. He looked so sexy right now. I felt my cock begin to stir again, and I had to look back at my notes to hopefully stop myself from getting hard. Why did I find this dude so enticing? I've gotten hard over girls and guys alike in the past, but this guy was over-the-top cute and making me feel crazy inside. "You find the notes?" I suddenly heard Max ask. He was looking over at me with a somewhat serious face, and I felt myself go a little red. "Y-yeah, I found 'em," I felt myself stutter a little bit. "Okay, let me see what you wrote so I can see for myself if you missed anything." He reached over and grabbed my notebook and slid it over, brushing my hand and arm as he did so. I felt chills from his touch, and my skin tingled where he made contact. It felt good. I was looking down at my forearm where he touched me and I suddenly felt my dick growing. Fuck. I wondered briefly if I should just let it happen. We're sitting down, so he probably wouldn't notice. I shook my head, as if saying no to myself. I had to stop myself from getting hard. If he notices I have a boner, he may not appreciate it and leave. I looked down at the textbook I had, and started reading. I didn't care what I was reading, I just picked a spot in the writing and started reading it. I had to focus on something else other than the sexy dude I had next to me. I felt my dick deflating slowly, as I read the boring physics information. I had my hands on the table, holding the book in front of me, and I let it back down so it sat flat on the table. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as I averted what I, maybe irrationally, imagine could have been a disaster. "You alright?" I heard Max suddenly ask. His voice shattered the focus I had on staying level-headed. I turned and looked at him, his face filled with concern and curiosity. "I--" I started to reply, but then another flashback to the dream I had this morning filled my mind. Max's face. His cute face was the one from my dream. It was him! He was the one in my dream! But my mind was wracked with questions and I was completely confused by how I could dream of someone I'd never met before. But it was definitely Max who, in my dream, was feeling me up and running his hands over my body as my muscles inexplicably grew and hardened. "Jolias, what's wrong?" Max asked again only in a different way. I felt my face going red with embarrassment, but my dick was hardening again. I felt it growing fast, and this time, there was no stopping it. My mind was re-experiencing the sensations I felt in my dream, and that alone was enough to make me harder than steel. But now, Max was here, a dude I found insanely attractive. Also the dude from my dream who caused me to grow into a muscle beast. My dick was still growing, swelling into full hardness. I felt it beginning to throb, and I knew my shorts had a nice tent by now. My body shuddered, and all I could think about was... how badly I wanted my dream to be real! Wait... what? Did I really want to grow? I've never wanted this or imagined it before... but the throbbing in my shorts was telling me I did. I felt myself beginning to perspire, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to start flexing. "Jolias?" And suddenly I snapped back to reality. My dick still throbbing, I looked back into Max's face, seeing more concern than before. "I... umm...--" I felt my dick throb again, hard. I gulped and tried to speak again. "I just got distracted for a second there. I'm alright." "Distracted by what? Maybe if you talk about it you'll focus better," Max said. I gulped again. Do I tell him about my dream and what was going through my mind? No. I just met this dude. Even if he only wants to be friends and nothing more, I'd still rather have that than have him think I'm a freak. I responded, "I was just thinking about how confusing this stuff is. I guess I'm just anxious, dude. Nothin' to worry about." "Oh! Well, it's not as difficult as it may seem. Let me show you where I think you messed up in your own notes, and it might all make more sense," Max said, with a bit of a reassuring smile. He slid my notes back over to me, and then scooted his chair closer to mine. My heart started to pound within my chest as he got closer and I could actually feel his body heat. My dick was pulsing within my shorts, and I was resisting an urge to start groping myself. I felt like there was immense sexual tension in the room, but I was the only one feeling it. I felt that other urge again to flex my arm like I did in the mirror earlier in the day. Maybe Max would like it? God what was I thinking?! Who the hell just flexes out of nowhere? But FUCK did I want to! "Jolias?" "Yeah, I'm listening. Where'd I mess up?" "Right here, where you neglected a specific portion of the formula." He reached over and pointed at my notes, but my eyes were immediately drawn to his hand as it brushed across my own. He continued, "There's more about it in the textbook." I heard him say the words but I had already closed my eyes, feeling that tingling again where he made contact with my hand, and it was taking everything in me not to moan. I felt a strange sensation over my entire body, and I felt like I was thrumming with some sort of energy, while my dick continued to throb. I suddenly felt his arm across my forearm, and I opened my eyes to see it. He was resting his arm on mine, pointing at the textbook where the information was. His warm skin, his breath, everything about him was making me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore. Something inside me snapped. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed his hand. I saw his eyes go wide, and all I could do was grin. "Check this out," was what I heard myself say, without even thinking about it. I turned more towards him, and I pulled his hand to my right upper arm and put it there, and raised my arm and flexed it. GOD it felt so good to just do it finally. I felt my bicep bulge up into its nice ball of muscular strength, and I felt his fingers spread as my arm contracted. I looked over at my own arm and felt proud that I'd maintained some good muscle over the last couple of years since I started working out. I couldn't stop grinning, and I looked into his face and saw a look of complete wonder. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my arm. And something else I realized: he wasn't removing his hand. He was squeezing my arm. "Yessss..." I breathed, barely above a whisper, as I was enveloped in the satisfying pleasure of feeling him touch my body. His eyebrows furrowed slightly from my reaction, but he seemed much more intent on keeping his hand where it was, as he continued to squeeze and feel my bicep. It felt really fucking good. "Fuck," Max finally said. It's all he said. Just that single word. "How about this?" I asked, as I flexed my other arm, now in a double bicep pose. He immediately reached his other hand out and grabbed it. Both of his hands were now filled with my biceps, and it felt so fucking good. My entire body was throbbing and tingling, and I wanted more. It felt so fucking good. As if he read my thoughts, Max removed one of his hands and placed it on my chest. I felt a jolt of electricity and I groaned a little. I felt an energy I'd never felt before, yet it was familiar. I flexed my chest for him and he smiled, prodding it with his fingers. My dick was in a constant state of contraction, harder than ever, throbbing, and now drooling. I moaned again, the feeling now getting stronger through my body. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand under my shirt so he was now touching skin-to-skin. FUCK! "Ohh god, Max, this feels so... fucking... gooooood!" I moaned. Max seemed unphased by my reaction. He seemed actually to be enjoying himself, touching me. His hand started to move a bit under my shirt, running from one side of my chest to the other, then actually down across my tight abs. "Fuuuck..." I felt myself say. I didn't even mean to say it. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I felt it. And everything fell into place. My dream wasn't a dream. It was a premonition. It's happening right fucking now. And I wanted it. And right on cue, my entire body throbbed, and my muscles all flexed almost at once. I was growing. FUCK! I was growing! Max's other hand was now on my thigh, and squeezing it through my shorts. I felt my dick throb again, only this time, it was like I was getting harder somehow. My cock was growing, slowly inching its way down my shorts leg. FUCK it felt good. I looked at Max again finally and saw him eyeing my tent, his eyes wide, but with intrigue. "Fuck yeah," I said, knowing what was happening. I flexed my right arm, and wow. It was bigger. Veins were starting to snake their way around my arms, and my bicep peak was swelling as I held my arm flexed. Max didn't waste a second and had his hand there again, squeezing the growing muscle, throbbing bigger with each heart beat. His hand was running over the peak, and he was squeezing it with his fingers, testing the strength of it. "Unghhhh" I moaned, as I felt my bicep grow bigger in his hand, and then I felt my shoulders widening, the cloth of my shirt pulling taut across my chest. My quads were swelling too, and I felt his hand running up and down my pulsing leg as my leg muscles expanded. His hand ran from one leg to the next, and I could feel the growth accelerate each time he touched me. I felt my calf muscles contracting on their own, and I looked down, Max following my attention, and we both watched as my calves were bulging and swelling, bigger and bigger with each of my heartbeats. The elastic on my black socks was forced to widen and stretch more and more as my lower legs expanded. For the first time, I heard Max moan. "Ohhh god..." he said, and I finally noticed he had a tent in his shorts. I wondered how long that had been there. My own dick was so amazingly hard. Feeling that, coupled with the euphoric sensation of my entire body swelling and growing, my mind was racing. I felt my dick continuing to inch its way down my leg, still growing harder and bigger. I saw the outline of it through my shorts, and it was getting huge. And it was leaking. I nice big wet spot was forming, and as it grew, it was starting a trail. "AHHhhh" I moaned again as I felt my ass suddenly bulge, packing muscle into my rear and making me rise off the seat. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, never realizing before how it felt to have big rear muscles. Max continued roaming his hands everywhere, and it felt soooo... fucking... goooooood! "Oh god, fuck yeah..." I breathed, feeling Max running his hands over my back, and I felt it widening and growing with his touch. My back was expanding, and I felt my lats pressing against my shirt. "Growinggggg..." I moaned again, flexing my biceps as I did. My biceps bulged up huge, flexing into the fabric of my sleeves, and suddenly "RRRRIIIIP" my sleeves blew apart, my biceps on full display as the tattered fabric hung down from the shoulders. Max's hands immediately went to my arms. "Oh god, oh god..." Max was saying, his hands rubbing each peak lovingly yet feverishly. "Fuck yeah, Max. FUCK yeah. Feel me grow!" I responded without intending to sound so cocky, but it all felt so good, and I wanted to keep growing. "I'm... becoming a... GOD!" I said, as I felt my quads flex on their own, and a loud "RIIIIP" as my shorts ripped up both sides, exposing my now huge legs, each quad head now in relief. Hands continued to roam over my body, still growing, and I felt my dick throb super hard. My boxers were still holding on, barely, as my dick continued to grow. I saw it snaking its way down my right leg, just barely contained in my boxers, and just about at the threshold before it popped out of the leg opening. It was so hard, though, and I felt it trying to escape. I needed it to be exposed. It wanted to stand tall and strong and proud. Inch by inch, still it grew. My tip was about to breach the edge of my boxer leg, and I sat there, my arms now at my sides, fists clenched, watching my own dick growing and elongating. Max's hands were caressing my triceps as they flexed in stark relief, I felt my pecs pushing more and more against my shirt, and it was getting tight, too, but first, I was waiting for my jack-in-the-box. Suddenly I felt a hand on my face, and my head was turned forcibly as my lips met another set of lips. Max was kissing me! FUCK! "RRRRIIP!" And there it was. We both looked, and my dick sprang up, ripping through my boxers like a sword, flinging pre into the air as it did. And holy shit, my dick had to be over 12 inches long now, thick as shit, and STILL FUCKING GROWING. Max didn't waste time, though, and continued running his hands over my body, feeling my muscles grow. My chest was flexing on its own, and I felt the shirt growing tighter and tighter, my shoulders still widening and growing, getting more and more round as muscle kept packing into them. I heard threads beginning to snap from my back, and I guessed I was finally too broad. I stood up, shoving the chair back and knocking it down, and Max followed suit. My dick stood up at 45 degrees, drooling onto the floor, my torn shorts hanging from my hips. I looked at Max and noticed I'd grown taller, too. I was taller than Max now, by several inches. I closed my eyes, feeling the tingling energy still coursing through me, flexing my arms at my sides, "Come on, dude, unngnggg..." I moaned, coaxing Max to help me grow bigger. I felt my pecs flex, and Max suddenly had his hands up the back of my shirt, running them across my undulating back. "Oh fuck..." I said, and my body bulged. I heard a stretching noise, and my body suddenly surged bigger, and there was more tearing. My shorts were ripping in the rear as my ass grew bigger, and somehow my shirt was still holding on. It was basically painted on at this point. I flexed my arms again, relishing in the huge mountains that rose on them. Max's eyes were filled with lust as he continued rubbing my muscles, and I was still growing. I felt it with each throb and pulse of my heart, pumping muscle-blood through my veins. My dick was still getting longer and thicker, my head was inching towards the ceiling, and finally-- "RRIIIIIP!!" my shirt tore down the middle of my back. Both shirts. I took both hands and literally ripped the rest of my button-down from my body, tossing it across the little room. My undershirt was still clinging on, and i liked the look. It was like body paint, it was so tight. My pecs were clearly outlined, even my abs were showing through the shirt. "Fuck, dude, I'm ready to get naked. Are you ready?" I asked. Max nodded rapidly, his eyes still wide, a look of lust in them. I was so filled with sexual energy my dick was so hard and throbbing, I didn't want to touch it because I felt like it'd explode if I did. "Then make it happen, dude," I said. He lunged at me, wrapping his arms around me from the side, his head only up to my shoulders now. His hands were roaming everywhere, all over my back and my chest. His right hand was tracing the crevices of my abs, poking into them, feeling the bricks of muscle there. "Ohhhh god, fuck yeah, here it comes..." I moaned yet again. And right on cue, I felt my body swelling outward and upward, muscle packing onto muscle. My ass was flexing on its own as muscle was making more of a bubble butt than I ever thought I could ever have. Max's hand was right there on my rear, feeling it flex. I grew taller, and my hips finally widened. "RIIIP!" and my shorts finally fell to the floor. My cock was standing up, completely uncovered and out. I jerked my body a little, turning to face Max more, and he backed off for a second while I brought my arms up into a mind-blowing double bicep pose. My entire body bulged with muscle, my arms exploded with size, and finally-- "RRRRIIIIP!" The rest of my shirt fell to the floor in tatters. Completely nude now, I stood there, panting, my cock standing up and drooling pre onto the floor. Max was drooling in two different ways. He had a wet spot on his shorts, and I swear he had some drool running down his chin. "Ready for more studying?" I asked, flexing my muscles some more. I was at least a foot and a half taller than him now. Max looked worried for a second as he looked at the table with our books, then back to me. I imagined he was thinking to himself 'Is he serious? What do I do?' I laughed. Max looked confused. I flexed some more. "Let's... study," I said, in a calm, deep voice. I stepped forward and took Max's right hand. He looked worried still. "Don't worry, dude." I held his hand within my now huge hand, and ran my fingers over his, enjoying the erotic contact with this super cute dude. I heard Max's breath's getting shorter and shorter, and I realized he was super excited. Knowing that made me even harder, if that were even possible. I looked down at my own dick, and noticed it was still fucking growing. Each heartbeat, throb, it grew slightly more. I guided Max's hand closer and closer to my cock. He realized what I was doing, and looked hungrily at my dick. His hand was so close now, and I felt my body shudder. I felt the heat from my cock rising into my hand, and I'm sure Max did too. "Ready?" I asked, more for myself than for him. I didn't know what would happen. I wanted it to happen, I just didn't know what it would be. Everything within my body and mind told me I needed release, and that feeling was concentrated entirely in one spot. My dick. It was throbbing so hard, sooo hard, and drooling so much there was now a pool of pre on the cheap carpet. Max was nodding. I took a breath, my big chest expanding with my lungs, and placed his hand on my dick and let go. He instantly wrapped his fingers around as much as he could, and squeezed. He didn't hesitate for a second to bring his other hand over and grab on. My mind shattered. I saw white in my vision, everything went completely white. I couldn't see. All I felt was insane pleasure. Even my ears were ringing. The ringing subsided rather quickly, though, and all I could hear was my own moaning. The unmistakable sensation of cum exploding from my balls and into my shaft was sending shivers down my spine, the pressure unbelievable. I realized my eyes were shut and when they opened, I watched a huge volley of white hot cum launch across the little room and splatter against the wall. It went everywhere, landing even some on Max. The first volley launched, I felt something else. I exploded with size. "OHHHH FUCK!" I was suddenly pounds heavier with muscle, and before I could even think, the next volley launched, and again, another several pounds of muscle packed onto my frame, my height increasing ever still. I thought for a moment my knees buckled, but I realized my head made contact with the ceiling and my legs were instinctively bending, forcing my quads to bulge in amazing relief. Another volley. BAM! Splattering everywhere, covering our books, and Max was getting pretty wet. Taller and bigger I grew, still, muscle exploding from my body with every surge, flexing without even trying to. "Here I fucking go, becoming a god..." My hands and arms rose up, and I pressed into the ceiling, and soon, plaster and wood were falling as I was outgrowing the room. Max's hands never left my cock; he continued rubbing and squeezing, coaxing out more and more of my hot cum. BAM! Another shot, splattering everywhere. "Unnghhhh!" I moaned again. The ceiling continued to fall, as my shoulders were soon making contact with what was still there. I couldn't keep myself bent over like this, and I wanted so bad to stand up straight. I used my new height and strength and brought down more of the ceiling, shielding Max, of course. I felt one more volley, and it was weakened. I surged slightly bigger, my head, shoulders, and part of my chest rising into the ceiling. I realized I'd closed my eyes again, and opened them to notice there was another floor above the one we were on. There was another study room above ours, and there were people in it. Two other dudes I'd never seen before were now looking down through the new hole in their floor, watching with open mouths as a god was rising. One last volley. "Oh god, oh god, oh fuck..." I breathed, and I grew bigger again. The two new friends I'd just made backed up into a corner as they watched me grow bigger and take up more of their space. I felt my dick finally just dribbling cum onto the floor, but still throbbing and sending jolts of electricity through my body. Max was now roaming my entire body with his hands, rubbing and loving on every one of my muscles. He even kissed my abs, each brick at a time. "Holy shit, is this for real?" I heard one of the dudes whose study session I just interrupted ask. "Fuck yeah," I replied, and sat down so I was more in the room with Max. I shoved everything out of the way so I had space to sit, and Max threw himself into running his hands over my chest and arms. "Should we get someone?" one of the dudes asked. "Yeah. Yeah, get someone. Get everyone." I flexed my biceps for them, and they only stared wide-eyed, mouths open. Max pulled away from me for a second, rubbing some of my cum he'd gotten on him into his skin, rubbing it between his fingers. It was really everywhere. "Uh, sorry dude," I chuckled, watching him wiping cum over himself. He took some off his arm and licked his fingers clean. "Don't be," he said. "You're the sexiest guy on the planet." "Well, I don't know about---" I started, but suddenly Max pulled back his sleeve and flexed his arm. It was big. Bigger than it could have been when we met. "Oh yeah," he said. "I think I'm ready to experience round two myself!" he said, flexing his other arm, this one ripping his sleeve. "Unnnghh, here I growwwww..." Max moaned, his form suddenly swelling and bulging. I could only smirk.

" You know kid, I will fucking squeeze the shit outta this big body of yours, I will snap your back in half and I will smash your inner organs" Ryan said squeezing the young big bodybuilder. A noise of bones breaking was humming in the air like something that slowly but inexorably was blowing to pieces. Cody could not move, his arms were powerless, his head bowing back for the pain and the back was arching for the strong and tight squeeze of my friend Ryan. I was again stupefied to such power, my friend was unstoppable, violent and deadly. I repeat that I have never seen this dark side of my friend but I must be honest, I like it more than when he overvalues his built body and he shows off his muscle as they must be shown. Ryan was grunting, while squeezing and I could hear proud and fury in his voice while Cody screaming like a crazy person and his tone of voice pitched up like it was a sound effect. I set down on the couch to watch the show, I was enjoying. I will burn in hell for not stopping my friend and let the kid be destroyed or maybe killed. Cody wanted the fight, he desired that fight, he got what he wanted. I suddenly changed my mind, I stoop up, I went close to the massacre, I put myself beside the titans so that I could admire show even better. Ryan looked at me, smirking. "I will kill him in few minutes but I want to snap him in half before stopping" Ryan said. "I guess you will do my friend" I replied. Cody started crying, tears ran off his face, he invoked his mother's name as if he was in the kindergarten, he begged for mercy, Ryan did not pay attention on purpose but I did. "You can call whoever you want, all the gods you know, no one is going to help you. You wanted this match, you knew the different outcomes. Well this is one of the many. You are very lucky that I decided not to intervene of your body will be ending up like a Rubik Cube, with all the colours messed up. Now shut the fuck up and suffer in silence" I said. Ryan released the hold, opened his arms and Cody fell off onto the floor. My friend stepped back but he did want to continue his torture, he approached Cody like a giant while laying on the floor semi conscious, he bent over his prey. Violently lifting Cody up like he had no weight, Ryan spread his leg and wrapped his massive quads around Kevin's waist. Held two feet off the floor, like he was suspended by wires Cody was held and crushing in The Crushing muscled pythonic legs. The crushing pressure was horrible making Cody gasp for air squirming without a plan on escape. That was just the preparation. The actual squeeze suddenly began as Ryan started squeezing Cody's waist. “This is my favourite hold," Ryan said, as if he thought it might be something of interest to Cody. "I call it the human wringer.” my friend said. Cody's feet were moving in the air convulsing in spasms of pain. He screamed with all the air he had left . The internal damage from the crush was mounting as Ryan increased the pressure. Kevin's waist was reduced and compressed to a narrow space, his ribs cracking and the internal organ bursting. He started crying and begging, “Please... stop it you're ...killing me! I beg you!” His cried and begging hissed and spurted around floods of gore. “You embarrass yourself by begging. You are already dead,” said Ryan. "I will finish the job now." Ryan took Cody's right hand and pulled it across his chest to go the left side of the neck, creating a slow but deadly moment that Cody's body started twisting. Cody body was twisting wringing through the horrible internal damage he had already endured from Ryan's crushing legs. His muscles were ripping apart, his organs were torn and destroyed and his hips were locked in place and his torso twisted in a way no man could survive. The last thing that Cody saw, once the twist 180 degrees of movement, was Ryan's face and head framed by the lights on the ceiling. With a pulse of his legs and one more inch of turn, Cody's spine snapped in several places. Cody's body was completely twisted from the waist up. Somehow he was still alive, crying and in pain. Ryan grabbed his head and snapped his neck with a violent wrench to the right! Then again to left! A loud crack echoed through the house.

Part 1 The Hulk grinned as the human seemed to understand what he meant and wanted. He followed Richard into the other room, turning sideways to fit through the door frame. Even that wasn't enough however, as he felt his rock solid pectorals bend the metal frame to allow passage. "Human good. Human know what Hulk want." He rumbled, ruffling Richard's hair gently. "Now give it to Hulk." Now centered in the large lab chamber, Richard could see the destructive hole left behind by his colleague's enormous endowment. Turning his view to the other side of the room just parallel to the opening, he could see the still fresh discharge dripping down the wall. Such power he thought. The walls were at least half a foot thick of pure concrete and yet the giant could still puncture through with his erection alone. Going further might result with even more demolishing results... The Hulk huffed and stroked his endowment gently, panting ever so slightly as his erection and need continued to itch at his mind. "Human turn machine to full. Hulk take anything machine give." He grunted flexing an arm and admiring the sheer mass of his bicep. He slowly started to chuckle, edging closer to another release. He grunted and forced his hand away. He didn't just want to feel good, he wanted to feel great. The beam, the growth and the worship from the human would do that just fine. It was hard for the smaller man to think straight with Hulk so uncomfortably close to his being. He could already feel the scorching knee-low hairy sack of his titanic friend nuzzling against his lower lumbar. "Go over there and I'll turn the machine on", Richard said as he turned back to face his looming green partner. The Hulk grunted, walking further into the room, his shoulders hunched to allow his massive frame to fit into the room with ease. He pressed himself gently to the human, oddly enough enjoying the feeling of one too small being so close to him. "Hulk go stand, no tricks or Hulk smash you." He growled, tensing an arm in a vicious demonstration. He stepped onto the platform, surprised it could hold his weight, at least for now. He was happy to find he had a bit more headroom, at least he wasn't constantly hunched over. Each switch, dial and keyboard input was set to the appropriate setting. Richard swiped his hand over his forehead, wiping the sweat from his blushed face. His mind was racing at the possibilities of what he was capable of giving to his brutish assistant. it was hard for him to tear his focus off of the erect green hunk waiting for his next dose of radiation. He was immense already and that result alone was just from one single instance of radiation exposure. Not only that, the console's dial was still only set to the 1 setting. There were at least 10 levels available... "Why waiting! Hulk want!" The bellow, his body twitching eagerly. He growled as he adjusted his stance, preparing himself to feel the climactic rush, the growth, the building of overwhelming power within his body. He felt his massive shaft dribble eagerly, pre-cum leaking from his slit. "Hit Hulk with best shot!" Before turning on the machine, Richard adjusted the turn knob to the 2 setting, convinced that no matter what size Hulk would be, it wouldn't be enough for him. "Here we go..." He said under his breath as the scientist flipped the switch and activated the machine again. The machine hummed and buzzed, bathing the green giant in the highly concentrated gamma light. He threw his head back, groaning loudly as his body throbbed, flexing his chest as the radiation soaked into him. Wordlessly, he snarled and began to caress his body, his muscles and his cock. As he lavished himself, he began to feel heavier, his balls already hard at work, dropping lower and filling faster then before. It was a rapturous display being presented to the human. The build up was slow but the ecstasy was almost palpable. Richard could only stare on longingly, pinning his hips against the console as he too was hot and bothered from the Hulk's libidinous submission. "Human, come help Hulk! Hulk want to feel how big he is!" He chuckled as he widened his stance, his body eagerly resuming the slow growth from before as he filled his cock, slowly running a large palm along his titanic manhood. "I-I think I'll stay over here if you don't mind." Although as compelling as the offer stood, Richard had no intent to receive the same growing treatment. He had every intention to cater to Hulk's hunger for size. The Hulk growled, but understood. He was the very epitome of power, anyone in their right mind would be terrified to approach him. He grunted as his shoulders widened, muscles surging in size, neck slowly reaching up to swallow his head, only for his neck to lengthen and head begin to widen. Hulk panted, still focused on his ever growing shaft, caressing the thick veins that ran along its sides. Richard buckled his hips as he saw Hulk enjoying his ever increasing size. Licking his lips, the dial was then set to 3, the radiation pouring out more excessively now. Although it seemed as though the machine was slowly growing the monstrous man, its function only served to amplify the beast's sex drive. Each stroke of his hand pumped his frame to bigger and wider proportions with every caress more powerful than the last the longer he remained under the machine. His cock only hardened more and once his climax has reached and his member plush and soft again, the need to fill it with blood and pump will only worsen, practically making the giant addicted. Hulk let out a strained groan as his muscular mass increased at a quickening rate, every stroke, tug and squeeze of his manhood brought further growth to his frame. His steadily increasing weight bent the metal platform he stood upon. He shudders as his shoulders widened further, cracking his knuckles as he increased further in size, palms wider then a manhole cover. "Mmmmmore!! Hulk want more!" Richard wanted more as well. With no regret, the dial was switched to 4 as the spill of radiation continued to fan the flames of Hulk's sex drive. Naturally, the brute's body was further endowed to cater to his constant cravings. More curly hairs appeared across every inch of his body. His odor only enriched and invaded his nostrils with an exhilarating scent. Of course, even witnessing his very growth and massive musculature served to make the beast enraptured in bliss. The Hulk let out a bestial, primal roar as his growing passion was only further increased. It was maddening, consuming and mind-boggling. He furiously worked his shaft, oblivious to the hair sprouting along his swollen pectorals, between the deep crevices of his abs, tracing the near perfect horseshoe of his traps. He found himself widening his stand as his quads pumped full of raw power. He groaned and moaned panting and shaking. Richard only committed to their antics further. The dial went up to 5, then 6. 7. 8. He couldn't help himself. This was his only opportunity to see their experiment to its fullest potential. The scientist's eyes only widened at the sight of Hulk's massive arms raising and lowering, the biceps mashing against the pillowy huge pecs which flexed up and down into the grunting face of his partner. His cock was practically peaking past his head and his low hanging hairy testicles were bloating near the floor. It seemed like he was about to blow at any second. The Hulk could feel the building pressure throughout his body, from the tips of his sprawling toes to the very top of his dark forest cock. He shut his eyes and grinded his teeth together, fighting against the ever increasing climax that was building at the base of his cock. He roared and cried out, placing a hand on his tip, surprised to find his cock head was bigger then his palm. That moment of shock was all it took. His guard dropped and his balls pulled tight. Every muscle on his body expanded faster than his skin could keep up, making it look like his entire body was flexing. His eyes rolled back as he cried out, his shaft pulsating as thick jets of cum blasted from his tip through the ceiling. At that point, the trajectory of the discharge collided against the machine, damaging the emission of radiation above him to where no setting could hold back what was being expelled into the green monster. The mighty climax followed the same response previously, enlarging every facet of the Hulk's body at a quickening speed. Every hiccup his length made only pulsed his frame bigger. What cum hadn't escaped the enclosure only fell onto the giant. His cock had already punctured a new hole where his ejaculate carved out and his head was reaching to be next. Unleashing a guttural growl, the Hulk moaned and grunted as his body increased in mass almost uncontrollably. His voice deepened as the ceiling drew closer. Hulk bent forward as his back pressed against the ceiling, pulsating, stretching, thickening. Concrete gave way to flesh as he pushed up into the ceiling and through the building, pipes, wires, rebar and so much provided no resistance as his size continued to exponentially increase. The Hulk's head quickly vanished past the destroyed ceiling where his disproportionately enormous pecs were soon next to press firmly into the remains of the roof. What space was left inside the open chamber was quickly being filled with the titan's hirsute mass. Below his rocket of a cock, the vast pillowy sac was rolling outwards towards the scientist, finding any room it can to spread itself out. Despite being unable to see it, Hulk's ever thickening legs could feel the scorching hot balls overtake his stance, bulging between his limbs and underneath his taint. His loaded hairy ass had matched the protruding distance of his back, both pressing hard against the wall behind him with cracks forming against the aggressive swelling. The feeling of his body stuffed inside the crumbling confines of the room only catered to the Hulk's libido, making his impressive spire of cock shoot his loads even harder, more copious. His cock shivered, trembled and leaked like a river. Sweat rolled down his body as his bones cracked and snapped, expanding along with his body. The Hulk wordlessly bent down, pushing the roof out of the window, reaching down to grab the scientist that helped him. He smirked as he wrapped his hand around the puny human, hoisting him out of the soon to be destroyed lab. "Human help Hulk. Now Hulk help human." The green giant bellowed as he placed the man of science on his overly developed pectorals. Thirty feet above the ground, Richard could finally see what kind of experience it must had been for such an immense giant. Snuggly fit between the moist crevice of his partner's chest, the musk was the first thing to really hit the tiny man. Being so rich with hair and sweat, the smell of pure man was almost lethal. Still Richard welcomed such a beautiful odor even if was hard to breath at first. At last, being so elevated on top of his idol, he could gaze onto the dripping face of the Hulk, chiseled and stubbly with a vast jawline, shelf-top brows and toned cheekbones. His test subject was handsome, neanderthal-like but still beautiful in every way masculine. His head was bigger than the doctor but compared to his body, it was the smallest thing about him. Forcing his attention away from the titan, Richard looked behind him to see the Hulk's length stretching upwards, six feet above the Hulk's head. Its lobbing of semen had died down to a dribble as the growth was nearing its end. Hulk had his upper body freed from the facility, the hot Arizona heat now more apparent than ever. Aside from his shaft, everything below the Hulk's waistline was still inside the ruins of the central chamber. Hulk panted slowly unsure if the sweat permeating his body was caused by his sexual release, the mind numbing growth or the desert heat. All three maybe. He glanced down at the man resting on his chest, slowly grinning at him. It felt like hours since the Hulk's heart beat wasn't racing. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, fading slowly. "Human... did good." He said, slowly raising an arm to better look it over. "Hulk happy." He brought his bicep up to his face, slowly kissing the emerald colored muscle mountain. Such a tease the dumb hung giant was. The deep moans and slobbering sounds of his tongue stroking his peaking arms gave the doctor quite a show. Although still horny, the amount of size the Hulk had piling onto his shaft had made the monolith slump down to its flaccid state, making the entire package rival to that of his entire lower half. The uncut cock rested against what ceiling was intact of the facility, keeping it from joining the rest of his member. The Hulk nuzzled his massive arm, almost needingly. It was obvious he was in love with his power and size. He moaned as his massive manhood slowly dropped down, brushing against the roof of the lab. The contact sent an electric tingle up the green behemoth, making his hair stand on end for a moment. He paused from his muscular ministrations, if only long enough to nod at the human and resume fondling his perfectly split bicep with his tongue. Having an arm raised just to grace the bicep, Richard couldn't help but also notice the curly hairs peeking past the pectoral landscape. The bush below his arm must have been stuffed senseless. Although the up close display was erotic beyond belief, the doctor couldn't help but feel as though he's missing out on so much more of this green stud. "If I was just on the ground..." "Human want down?" The brute asked, hearing the voice in his own head. He blinked as he tried to process the fact. He slowly reached towards the human, holding out his hand for Richard to climb onto. "Y-yes. Yes! I do!" How could this be? Amazingly the Hulk somehow knew what he was thinking. With his left half shifting slowly with easeless flexing, a giant beefy palm glided flat near the chest. With his bicep and shoulder shifting towards his torso, his pec in response molded itself up bigger. Everything about him continued to impress the scientist. Being appreciative, the little man jumped into the lumpy lift that was the Hulk's hand. "Hulk heard you say tho...." Hulk slowly lowered the human to the ground, looming over him as he lowered him down to the roof of the lab, the sunlight dancing lazily through his forest of hair, both on his head and the stubble along his broad jaw and chest hair. He stood back up, staring at the puny human and slowly smirked, the size difference between him was exciting. Below, Richard was placed directly in front of where the Hulk stood, right next to the fat flaccid cock that laid itself straight down across the roof's pavement. Looking up, Richard can see the Hulk having been nearly as wide as he was tall. "You knew what I was thinking?" Richard asked in a quiet voice. Hulk looked down at the human, ears too far away to hear what he said. He was hit by the thought a moment later then nodded. "Hulk heard!" He roared with a grin. "This is incredible!" It was unexplainable how the Hulk knew what the little man was thinking but the only real explanation could be a new super power birthed from the radiation he had indulged in moments ago. The Hulk didn't worry himself about the means of his abilities, like the little human was. He cared more about how massive he was, how thick his arms were, how absolutely titanic and grotesquely powerful he was now. His shaft stirred already, the vague thoughts of power, his power, already so intoxicating. "God you've gotten so big Hulk..." Richard put a hand up to the wall of cock, a pulse shook the surface as the scientist felt it pass through his digits. Even his feet felt the vibration shake through the concrete roofing. "Hulk didn't get big. Hulk got HUGE!" He roared with a crab flex, his traps and neck bulging out, his cock slowly rising off the concrete as his libido returned in full force. "You're right! Hulk IS huge! Hulk should show off more." The giant green behemoth slowly turned, exposing his maze-like back, muscle rippling and shifting, changing the pattern from one moment to the next The sheer turn of the giant's body left quakes along the facility. The blood surged cock, still soft, slid across the roof and fell lazily against the side of the structure. Richard was treated to a back, twenty feet wide and rippling, hair dusting across the surface as it shimmered in the beating sunlight. The ass however was closer, a mesmerizing combination of solid fiber-like muscle and round fatness. Its size almost rivaled that of the back, mere feet away from touching the upper body completely. The crack was stuffed to the brim in hair, unsubtle in it's presentation. "Wow..." was all Richard could muster up. The Hulk guffawed, rolling his deeply striated shoulders, back rolling like waves. His arms rose as he growled, pumping out a titanic double bicep flex. The Hulk knew the human's eyes were glued to him, his planetary glutes, the sweep of his hair and the sheer mass of his body. "Hulk know what human want! Human want Hulk." His booming voice echoed across the empty canyon, announcing the desire Richard had for the green behemoth. There was no hiding it. He knew what the little man was thinking. Richard's pornographic thoughts were completely laid out for the Hulk to revel in. It was almost reverse psychology as Richard couldn't keep himself from hiding his hottest dreams. The forest colored giant slowly placed a hand around his massive shaft, lavishing his dark green tip slowly. This was what that tiny speck wanted. To witness all of his sexual glory and obscene might. He rumbles softly, shaking the air as he did so. “Little man like it when Hulk go slow, when Hulk make sure little man sees everything.” He cooed teasingly, slowly lifting his other arms up and behind his head, fighting his own mass to do so. Having Hulk reward the tiny human with a visage of manly captivation almost seemed generous to Richard. Although having the godly mountain of man do anything but pleasure himself would be illogical. The experiment had already made sure that Hulk's sex drive was at its apex and seeing little Richard's visions of his green master ascending higher and flaunting carelessly only turned him on even further. Hulk smirked, loving the attention, the thoughts directed at him knowing exactly how much space he took up in the tiny human's even tinier brain. He growled and pumped his arms and stared down at his massive, planet sized biceps. His cock throbbed and tensed. The Hulk reached out and gripped his shaft, working his shaft with both hands, moaning loudly. "Ohhhh yessss big Hulk, feels good... So good!" If the outside didn't already leave the two hot from the sun, Hulk's cock-pumping workout would have surely reproduced the same heat. The sweat piled on, pouring from every hairy orifice on the giant's body. With his cock already craning back up past his head, the slick burly hands started up his growth again, his pleasure fueling his size. The ruins of the building around his figure were but an afterthought to him, crumbling feebly as his growing body collided against them. Richard, still on the partially destroyed roof, watched in awe. "Yes, that's it! Keep growing Hulk!" The behemoth grunted and grit his teeth as the full body pressure of growth began once more, he screwed his eyes shut, working his monster shaft eagerly, His colossal pecs heaved and bounced as his hands worked his titanic shaft, he howled and panted, working his growing shaft harder and harder, faster and faster now. "Work that cock big boy! Show me just how big you want to be!" Richard egged the monster on. His mind raced and conjured subliminal images of Hulk twice as big, three times as big, catering to the hunk's bottomless cravings. 45 feet came and went with a cock past even that. Hulk's height carried his hairy balls up in full view for Richard to see though at this point, the poor human couldn't even see past the length of his god. Being so close, the smells had already made the human light-headed, sweat raining down on him, making the stench he loved so dearly permanently stuck to his being. "Guuwaaaarrrr!!! Hurrf hurrf!" He snarled and roared as his shoulder grew further apart, making space for his neck muscles to balloon out, almost swallowing his head completely. He licked along the tip of his thick cock, his flesh quivering and bulging faster now. "Hulk feel... like he gonna!!!" He cried out, the pressure growing faster now, the feeling of growing, strengthening, muscle piling on top of muscle mixed with the absolutely pleasure he way forcing into his cock was mind numbing. The man's eyes widened. His feet could feel tremors passing through the soles of his shoes, signalling the Hulk's next explosive surge in size. Having reached the fifty foot mark, the expansion would surely push against the rest of the facility, along with the smaller scientist. Still wanting to live to witness his partner's ascension, Richard bolted across the rooftop to find a ladder down before it was too late. Turning away, he could only hear moans, grunts and rumbles, the Hulk's shadow casting far from his position. Unrelentingly, Hulk couldn't keep himself from slobbering against his fleshly pillar, desperate to get his fill of sex in before he'd ultimately have to start over again. "Ah... ahhh! AHHHHRRGGG!!!!" Instead of feeling the sweet release of orgasm, The Hulk's growth once against flew out of control. Muscle exploding in size, limbs lengthening to make space for the new tons of flesh. "Awooorrgg!" He flexed, tensing his bulging pecs, admiring the slabs of flesh as they stayed swollen, only increasing in size as he tightened his 10 pack, releasing them. His biceps stretched out, almost tearing his skin. Hands and feet exponentially increased in size, hair covering everything of newly formed skin. Finally reaching the earthy ground, the shadow Richard saw before could be seen widening and stretching further away. He ran out into the open, away from the destroyed facility and turned as he did to catch a glimpse of the heaving heavenly hunk soaring higher. Testicles now matching the Hulk's own width demolished the building with its own size, concrete breaking away meter by meter, hardly an obstacle to the massive cum tanks. Richard stopped and turned, seeing the cock head bubbling and frothing as it was ready to make its first shot.

No, you have a wonderful brain. I got hard reading that scenario.

Epilogue "On to our top story, Toronto police continue their investigation of the tragic disaster last Friday that left twenty-one people dead and forty-seven injured at the Ashbridges Bay yacht club. Experts have described the event as ‘totally inexplicable’ and ‘baffling.’ In an unprecedented response to public testimony of the incident, Chief of Police Mark Saunders released a damning statement this morning, warning the public that misuse of the Toronto Crime Stoppers hotline could result in prosecution, claiming that, quote: ‘anyone trying to make a joke or prank out of this horrible tragedy should think long and hard about the families of these victims, and those still fighting to survive.’ Saunders further condemned those giving false tips on Twitter. Police have not disclosed the nature of this false information. “In other news, Toronto Police have released the names of Kenneth Durante and Jennifer Gill-Durante as the owners of a house near Queen and Woodbine in which the body of an unidentified white male was found decapitated on Saturday. The couple hasn't been heard from since early March of this year, and police are asking for anyone with any information on them to contact Crime Stoppers. Despite the house being in the neighbourhood of the Ashbridges Bay yacht club, police are reporting these two incidents appear to be unrelated. “Up next: the Pan Am Games are coming to Toronto, and HOV lanes are now in effect! We'll go live to our--” Adam winced as he switched off the television and leaned back on his pillow. The final diagnosis: three broken ribs, major internal bleeding, and a concussion his doctor called “semi-serious,” which didn't sound particularly medical. All Adam knew was everything hurt, and the painkillers could be stronger. Luckily they'd avoided a puncture to the lung but it was apparently still a risk. They had to strap him down at night so he wouldn't roll onto his side in his sleep. His doctor wanted to keep him in the hospital all week but the nurse was telling him it'd probably just be another couple of nights. Adam just wanted to go home. He just wanted all the big, drama crazy to be all done so he could go back to his quiet, provincial crazy with his cute, magical crazy husband. He smiled as he turned to look at him. Cassidy had fallen asleep in his chair. His book had fallen onto the floor without waking him, and his head was lowered into his chest with his glasses sliding down one side of his face. Harry had apparently figured out a way to restore all the petrified sorcerers, and Cass had been the first to get stone-to-fleshed. He'd shown up that morning. But evidently being a statue for a couple days had taken a lot out of him, because he'd pretty much been sleeping the whole time. Adam was fine with that, though, smiling at his husband. It was enough to know he was safe. Adam winced and groaned as he took a drink of water. Pretty much doing anything for the next couple of weeks was going to hurt, he’d been told. Which sucked, but Adam figured the pain was a small price to pay. Things could’ve gone much, much worse. A figure appeared in the doorway, glancing around the room until her eyes found Adam’s. His smile drifted away. Mahtab took a step into his room, one hand in her pocket, the other loosely clasping a small flower basket with three bright orange gerbera daisies with a tiny get-well balloon tied to it. She raised it with a polite smile and set it down on a chair. Now with both hands in her pockets, she took a couple steps towards his bed, like they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other for a while. “Hey man.” Cassidy awoke with a start, knocking his glasses into his lap. He picked them up and righted them on his face. “Oh. Hey Maddy.” “Yeah, hi Maddy,” Adam grumbled, his voice still a gravelly rasp. “They takin good care of you?” Mahtab surveyed the room, as if assessing the facilities. “Yup,” Adam chatted back, unsmiling. “Five stars.” She chuckled, swaying awkwardly on her heels. “So… I think I owe you guys an apology. Well, I absolutely owe you guys an apology. I just… it felt like we were under attack, and it seemed like…well anyway, I AM sorry.” “Thanks,” Cassidy chimed, leaning both elbows on one armrest. “Regardless of any differences we had, I think it’s obvious after this that we need to stick together and… I mean, especially with Russell… gone…” she fumbled for a moment, before finding her train of thought once again. “I just miss being friends with you guys. I miss hanging out, and like… going on this insane adventure together.” Adam and Cassidy exchanged glances. Mahtab sighed and smiled. “I haven’t spoken to Harry or anyone about it yet but I’m sure he’d be open to the idea of you guys…” Adam raised his hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there.” “...coming back,” Mahtab continued, trailing off in confusion. “Okay, just stop talking and listen to me for a minute,” said Adam sternly. Cassidy pointed to himself and the door. “Should I…?” “No, Cass, I want you to stay,” said Adam, still looking at Mahtab. “Okay, so… I just wanna say I’m very sorry about what happened to Russell. He was a good guy and he didn’t… well nobody deserves that but he… y’know what I mean. It sucks. And I know you guys were close and I’m sure you must be really hurting right now. So… I know this is gonna sound harsh but I’m saying it now because I need to say it now. But… fuck you, man.” Mahtab blinked, and opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. “You barged into my hotel and held me hostage. You dragged me all over the city, threatened me, threatened Cass… and while you were chasing us down that psycho was out there actually killing people. Killing people!” He grunted and winced, having raised his voice. “I… I said I was sorry…” Mahtab proffered quietly. Adam took another drink of water. “And I accept your apology. But we were doing fine before you guys came back into our lives. We were doing our own thing, keeping to ourselves, and it had nothing to do with you. And then all this happened.” Mahtab shook her head. “No… hey man, if it hadn’t been for us, Cass would still be…” Adam held up his hand again. “Shut up. Look, I’m not going to lay everything Cliff Esterez did at your feet, but it was you guys feeding him superpowers. So, maybe don’t try playing the ‘if it hadn’t been for us’ card.” “You are NOT being fair,” Mahtab jabbed her finger at him. “I don’t really care, end of the day,” Adam replied. “Here’s what I want to stress: we are going to go back to our lives, we are going to keep doing what we’re doing, and I don't ever want to have to deal with any of you ever again, all right?” Mahtab stuttered, and turned, incredulous, to Cassidy for help, but Cassidy just responded with a shrug. “Sorry, bae. She's the boss.” He pointed with his thumb at Adam. “You're both being ridiculous,” she mumbled. Adam looked about ready to lay into her again when another face popped in the door. “Hey boys! Oh; and girls!” Drew hopped over the threshold, holding out his hand to Mahtab. “Hi I'm Drew.” “Maddy was just leaving,” said Adam with a good-natured chuckle. “Thanks so much for stopping by, though. Oh and thanks for the flowers, you're so sweet!” Jamie was a step behind Drew, though not as chipper. Mahtab glared at him for a half second before adopting the charade herself, smiling broadly and adopting the affected warmth of a morning show host. “All right well you guys take care of yourself. Nice meeting you Drew. Bye!” she twirled around, waving with her fingers at everyone as she brushed by them to exit. She pinched Jamie lightly on the shoulder as she passed him. “So good to see you again, Jamie. Ta!” Jamie furrowed his brow as he watched her leave, then turned back toward the room, pointing out the door with his thumb. “I know I don't know her that well but is she, like, on drugs or something right now?” Adam leaned back on his pillow. “Long story.” “Oh my god Jamie you look terrible!” Cassidy exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest in shock. “Yeah!” Drew chirped, glancing at his boyfriend. “Everyone’s been making… a lot of jokes about domestic abuse.” “It’s not as bad as it looks,” said Jamie with a tired smile. “I think getting bruises as a giant just makes them look worse when you shrink back down.” Drew threw his arm around Jamie’s shoulders and scratched his stomach. “That’s my little hero.” Jamie squirmed out of his arms. “God, shut up,” he chuckled. Drew crossed the room as Cassidy rose and the two hugged. “Jeez, Cass, you’re like a sack of potatoes what’s wrong with you?” “Ugh, ohmygod I’m just SO tired I can barely do like, anything,” Cassidy explained laboriously. “Shouldn’t being frozen in stone leave you well rested?” asked Drew. “That IS how it worked on Gargoyles,” Adam noted. Cassidy rolled his eyes. “Oh my god leave me alone, you fascists!” he protested. “I’ve been through an ordeal.” Drew pulled Cassidy towards the door. “Here let’s go find some coffee.” Cassidy dragged his feet but followed him. “You want anything, hon?” “I’m good, thanks,” Adam nodded. Drew and Cassidy exited the room, though could be heard from the hallway. “I can’t grow you today I’m just SO wiped out,” Cassidy was telling him. “Dude, I can take a day off,” Drew answered him. Alone together, Jamie smiled at Adam. “So.” “Yeah.” Jamie took the gerberas off the chair, setting them on the floor, and slid it closer to the bed so he could sit down. “Cass texted us. Says you’re going to be fine?” “They’re keeping me for a bit in case anything goes wrong,” Adam confirmed. “I’m gonna be bedridden for a while but I should come around fine.” Jamie nodded. “Scary.” “Yeah.” They sat there lightly nodding in silence at each other before Adam took a deep breath. “Look, man. I just wanted to say… Jamie…” Jamie shook his head. “C’mon man, don’t get sappy n’ shit.” “Shut up, asshole,” Adam shook his head. “In here, the past couple days… I really felt like… not a lot of people would’ve come out like that. I needed help and you had my back.” Jamie breathed an uneasy sigh. “Dude, come on. It’s cool.” “YEAH it’s cool,” Adam agreed. “You’re cool.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “God you’re such a fag sometimes.” “I’m sorry we fell out of touch,” Adam pressed on. “Like… I took our friendship for granted. And I don’t give a shit that that’s a cliché,” he added quickly to fend off another quip from Jamie. “I don’t want it to ever happen again.” Jamie averted his eyes, rubbing his brow. “Okay?” Adam nudged him. “Okay! Jesus,” Jamie conceded. He sighed. “Look, before you have me sign some papers declaring you my B F F…” “You can be SUCH a dick.” “... I have something I want to say too,” Jamie put his hands on his knees and pursed his lips for a moment. “So… I want to apologize for my reaction when you told me you wanted to be bigger on a permanent basis.” “Oh my god,” Adam rolled his eyes. “Dude, absolutely nothing to apologize for.” “Well, no… I mean,” Jamie paused. “Like, I was sorta… all this magic stuff was a total bombshell for me and it just… it seemed like a lot. But I’ve thought about it some more, and I think you should go for it.” “Jesus christ, Jamie,” Adam shook his head. “Nothing could be further from my mind right now.” “Well, listen though,” said Jamie. “Like, this is something you want; this is something that will make you feel more like you’re living your true self; and it’s something you have the means to achieve. Right?” “I don’t know, man…” Adam looked away, and took a deep breath. “I just got finished telling Maddy off for treating me and Cass like shit, and for letting the stuff with Cliff Esterez get where it did but like… the abilities that made him really dangerous, he got that from Cass. And Cass only learned how to do that because I wanted him to… and now there’s twenty-one people dead. At least. I can’t help but think…” “Okay, I see where you’re going here, and I totally get it,” Jamie nodded. “And I mean, if you want to get down to the bottom line, you’re correct. But dude… Cliff was already a killer before he got to Cass, and we don’t even know how many people he’s murdered. I was there, man, I… I watched that happen. And maybe I could’ve done something to save them - I don’t know. But it’s not my fault. And it’s not yours.” “It’s not the same.” “Okay, sure,” Jamie agreed. “But let me just propose, for a second, that our propensity to blame ourselves for crimes someone else committed is rooted more in narcissism than any desire to… repent, or do anything actually positive.” Adam raised an eyebrow. “That’s twisted, man.” “We’re getting off track,” Jamie waved the comment away. “If you’ve changed your mind, that’s cool. And, y’know, obviously put some time into thinking about it. But if this is something you legitimately want, I think you should go for it. BUT… don’t send that e-mail.” Adam looked at him. “What?” “That e-mail you showed me - it’s not the right move. Listen,” Jamie scooched forward on his chair and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I’ve been thinking about it. You’re talking about going public with… magic, right?” Adam puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. “Well, I wasn’t gonna… call it that.” “Also a wrong move,” Jamie pointed at him. “Look, if you start walking around as a giant you’ll have to eventually address how it happened. One way or another. What you want to do, I think, is a controlled dissemination of information in the media.” “Wait, the media?” “Yes. If you do this, whether you want it or not, you WILL be in the public eye,” Jamie explained. “I guarantee it. So if you release select details of what exactly is going on, you’ll be able to control the narrative. You kind of have to approach it like a scandal. You get out in front of it, you set the stage and establish the context. By the time anything actually happens, it becomes the climax to an ongoing story. People will be excited for it.” Adam shook his head. “I don’t want any of that.” “Well, then, that’s something else to consider,” Jamie proposed. “It’s a consequence of what you want to do.” “Okay but I don’t even know how to do any of that,” Adam protested. “Like, who would I contact to…” “Why do you think I’M telling you all this, dude?” Jamie pointed to himself. “This is my job. I can help you.” Adam made a face. “I don’t know…” “So think about it,” Jamie shrugged. “Put some serious thought into it; discuss it with Cass. You know I got your back, right?” Jamie reached forward and clasped Adam’s forearm. Adam smiled at him. Jamie smirked. “You just focus on getting better and figuring out what you want to do. Leave the public relations to me.” *** “Ugh! Of all the days to break down, Elevator, why today!” Robyn groaned as she trudged painstakingly slowly up her apartment stairwell. Liam was a few steps behind, half-expecting her to fall back down on him at any moment. “It’s just the third floor, we’re almost there.” “You don’t know, man,” Robyn whined, gripping the railing tight. “Being petrified for months is such a drain. Honest? The only thing keeping me awake is how fucking starving I am.” “Well… all your perishables are probably toast,” Liam said, thinking aloud. “Pretty sure I got a frozen pizza,” Robyn replied. “And a bottle of wine.” “Maybe avoid booze for now?” Liam suggested. “Whatever, man. Thanks to that fucking douchetard I’ve been sober for three fucking months,” Robyn observed. She allowed herself a short laugh. “Ha! Stone sober…” They cleared the last flight of stairs and walked down the hall to Robyn’s apartment. She took her keys from her pocket and opened it up, revealing a short foyer before a modest kitchen. There was a doorway to the left but the kitchen was all you could see from the doorway. Robyn turned, smiling lazily. “Thanks for the ride, Liam. You didn’t have to walk me to my door.” “Well… I mean you sort of barely made it out of the car,” Liam noted. “I feel like I did.” Robyn chuckled. “You’re sweet.” She sighed. “Guess I’ve been celibate for three months, too.” She bit her lip, blinking slowly at him. “Feel like splitting a bottle of wine?” “Umm… you know I’m engaged, now, right?” Liam asked. Robyn smirked, undeterred. “So you’re in the last stretch of bachelordom, right? Last chance to get some kicks in.” She started to reach for his belt but Liam stepped away, smiling awkwardly. “Get some sleep, Robyn. I’ll see ya,” he gave her a sort of half-wave, and walked down the hall to the stairs. Robyn watched him go, her eyelids drooping. She sighed and turned inside her apartment, locking the door behind her. “It’s too bad, guys,” she called into her apartment as she turned on the oven. “You guys almost had another roommate.” Robyn kicked off her shoes and rounded the corner into her living room, where her collection of a dozen or so stone statues littered the room. She sat down on her couch between the stone forms of Kenneth Durante and Jennifer Gill-Durante, picking up the remote from the coffee table, on which sat the statue of a hissing cat. She glanced at all her familiar faces. Some frozen in shock, some relaxed, others enraged. She chuckled, sinking deeper into her couch cushions. “I missed you guys.” End

SeaMusc the interactions and relationship you're building with these two are breathtaking. You manage to make it both lyrical and provocative. Thank you for sharing it!

Feedback makes me hard - as long as it's somewhat positive. Enjoy My grandpa died recently. He was the most brilliant man I had ever heard of. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics twice and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry once. How does a person do that? I guess that was 6 months ago now. I’m starting to lose track of time as I think back of what my life was before. Sometimes it feels like 2 years, sometimes like 2 weeks. Things are getting fuzzy. When it comes down to it, the first 23 years of my life have been pretty good. I have smarts – I’m no brain trust, but I’m sharp and witty enough. I’m shorter than I’d like to be at 5’ 7’ but it could be worse. People have told me my entire life that I am cute, adorable, etc. I guess I’m OK. I have sharp elf-like features I’ve been told – maybe a bit of Scandinavian mixed with Eastern European – like some Lord of the Rings citizen of Lothlorian, but shorter and more tan. I should get one of those ancestry kits and see what I’m made of. Anyway, ya, I guess I’m cute’ish. Nothing of global significance, but if I were found in a small pond, I’d be attractive. And I’ve been able to stay thin and lean after high school and college. I can’t put on a pound of muscle to save my life, and I have tried. But, I do have a nice high tight round ass, a decent 7” cock when I get really excited, and low enough body fat to have 6 noticeable abs and squared off – if mostly flat – pecs. I wear fitted clothes easily. But enough about me for now. So back to my grandpa and looking back on how this all began for me – he was, no joke, the smartest man on this planet. I idolized him. I still do. Grandma is still alive, barely, and I love her as much as I loved him. She supported him always and never waivered from his side. A few hours after grandpa’s funeral, my grandma delivered a box to me at my small apartment, smaller than a shoebox. I was so sad to loose him. I was devastated. But she grabbed my hand and said, “Trevor, he really wanted you to have this. I don’t know what’s inside, but I think I know. He said it was his most valued possession, other than me.” She pushed the box into my chest, surprising me with her sharp shove. “I need to go take a nap, Trevor. It’s been such a long day.” The funeral had been just a few hours ago after all. “He told me to tell you to read the note first and wait a while to open the rest of the gift.” I watched her waddle away, my nan. What a tough woman to have balanced a force like my granddad. She could hang with the best of ‘em. I looked at the box and decided that I would open it after a well-deserved nap. I was exhausted. ********************************************************* Trevor woke up from his nap wondering whether it was after sunset or if it was the next day. His body stretched like a wakening feline. He could feel his lean body lengthening as he reached behind his head and grabbed the top of the headboard. Again the thought came to him – Is it morning or just a couple hours after going to sleep? He looked over at the clock. 7:59PM. Good. He hadn’t overslept into an entirely new day. There was the box. The box his grandfather left him just to the side of his clock. His curiosity got the best of him. “What would grandpa want to give me?” was the only thing he could think to himself. “Grandma seemed a bit – annoyed – about the whole thing,” he muttered under his breath. He unwound the tape that was holding the box closed and opened up the leaflets to what lay inside. “What the fuck is this then?” Trevor peered into the box and saw a small bottle made of clay. It was so nondescript he thought it looked like a kindergartener may have made it on Arts-and-Crafts Day. There were a few folded pieces of paper on the bottom of the box too. He grabbed the paper with his thick fingers (he did have big hands for his size which he always liked about himself) and started to read the words written on the page in an elegant fountain pen handwriting style. “Trevor, I miss you already. I miss your nan. I miss your brother and sisters. I miss your mother and your cousins. All of them. I need to give you something of great importance. When you read this letter, I want you to resist doing anything else afterward except to take a few hours and contemplate what I have written. That is all I can ask of you. My eldest grandchild, I wish you well. I wish you happiness. I wish your desires granted beyond your wildest dreams. Grandpa Wallace” There was a second sheet underneath, written in the same pen strokes. 1. Ask questions. Ask as many and as often as you need. 2. There are many rules. You will learn them as time goes on. 3. Attempt to anticipate consequences far beyond your normal understanding. 4. Maintain control of your emotions, wishes, desires. It will be difficult beyond any explanation I can give you. 5. Embrace who you are but do not lose sight of reality. 6. Help him go further than he could ever hope. It’s up to you now. That was the entire second page. Trevor sat on the bed wondering what the note meant. It was more than cryptic. It was confusing and frustrating. He remembered his grandmother just before she scurried out of the room telling him to “wait a while” before opening the rest of the gift and the note stating that he should “take a few hours and contemplate.” All Trevor saw was a small clay jar, misshapen, old, and ugly really. What did the words in the note mean? Ugh. He didn’t have much patience for this. But he trusted his grandpa and grandma more than just about anyone so he sat there quietly and alone with his thoughts. ****************************************************************************************** Dantalion waited patiently in his vessel. His consciousness swirled in a tight mist. This would be his 12thand final cycle. He knew that he was surely to be destroyed by one of his elder brothers during this binding. He thought back to the beginning when the djinn were created. They were governed by an immensely complex system of laws, regulations, and norms. Twelve of them had been created and now there were only three left. All of them had started on a quest to fill the Well of their power. Each of the twelve had their own Well. The first of the 12 to fill his Well would ascend to Godhood and then would have the power to crush the vessels of the remaining brothers, destroying them and snuffing them out of existence. The humans always considered the djinn to have godlike powers, but with their restrictions, they were more servants to their Bound and trapped in a labyrinth of regulation. He remembered with apathy his previous Bound. According to his personal opinion, the prior 11 were relatively weak men with little imagination. They all wanted power, control, money, or sex. There was nothing horribly creative about that and Dantalion was often bored. Unfortunately for the Bound, one of the laws was that a djinn could not change his physical self to be that of a woman. He was sure he would have spent his previous cycles in various female forms satisfying sexual urges otherwise. Not that sex with a woman was inherently unpleasant, but he knew that it would be one more thing to be bored by – acting out another fantasy without being able to enjoy it. After thousands of years, he was still a virgin, mostly because none of his previous Bound had granted him the ability to feel sex, feel what it was like, what the big deal was all about. He didn’t really care. Humans were so simple, really. Motivated by four or five base instincts. His 11thand most recent Bound wanted knowledge. He was a very measured, unique man, and never lost control. That was unfortunate for Dantalion. He was unable to extract much mana from him to fill his Well. He was attentive to the man but Wallace was so tight wound and controlled. He never let Dantalion really show the range of his power, not even the smallest iota. But Wallace had from the beginning stated he had mostly what he wanted in life. His desire was for knowledge. Apparently, the acquisition of three Nobel Prizes was good enough for the man. Dantalion would have rather ruled the world with him, but that was not his luck. Dantalion had no moral compass with regard to human interactions. He had always been there to fulfill the desires of his Bound – that was his purpose of existence – at least that is what they believed. He knew that it was far more than that. Three wishes would be offered a selected Bound. Those wishes would allow the potential companion to experience the galactic power of the djinn soon to be at his service. Then if the binding was accepted, and it always was, the ritual would begin and the two life-forces would be joined together. Once a Binding was complete, the djinn would wick a steady flow of mana from the desires and emotions of the Bound. As more wishes, desires, dreams were fulfilled – and with increased power used to fulfill them – the more mana would be wicked into the Well. The more intense the satisfaction of the Bound, the more desire an action of the djinn satisfied, the more mana would be drawn away. Dantalion had been woefully unlucky in his chance pairings with humans. But this was the first selected pairing. His 11thsuggested his grandson, Trevor, to be Dantalion’s 12thand last binding. All those before had been so selfish of their power over this djinn, they had hidden the vessel rather than pass it along to anyone else. This would be his last cycle. None of the brothers had filled the Well yet, but Bael and Asteroth were close, he could sense it. He knew that he was so far behind them in the fucked up game that they were a part of, he would never be able to catch up. He didn’t know how they had found such powerful Bound to link with in prior cycles, but Dantalion was resigned to being destroyed at some point in the next few years, if not sooner. He had been in existence for thousands of years, but now he was on borrowed time. All of these thoughts swirled in his mind as he realized that in a moment, he would meet his 12thand last Bound. It was a bittersweet feeling that he felt in his mind. He would do his duty, obey the law, fill his Well as best he could, and then await destruction. He knew that if he had not filled his Well by the end of the 12th cycle, he would just simply cease to exist. In 11 cycles, his Well was only half full. He would do his best, as always, but there was a sinking feeling deep inside of him. No time for that now. He needed to make a good impression to assure the new Bound would accept his offer. He quieted his mind and continued to swirl in his vessel. ****************************************************************************************** Trevor held the small clay blob in his hand. It was hollow from the lightness of it. There was a small hole in the top, which had been plugged with a stone and sealed with wax. He was confused. What was in there that was so special? Maybe the jar was some ancient relic of museum quality. Maybe there was nothing in there at all. He was curious though. Curious about why his grandfather would think of giving him this and why his grandma was so brusque about it. He got a knife from the kitchen and started whittling away at the wax. He needed to get that stone out. On closer inspection, it appeared to be a green gem set in the hole – a bit cloudy in its clarity, but still lustrous. He kept chipping away at the wax. Maybe he could sell the gem to a jeweler if anything. Finally, he was able to remove the stone. He shook the jar. Nothing inside. He was more confused now than ever. Sitting the jar down, he just shook his head. Weird. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. Dantalion emerged slowly from the jar in a wisp of whitish blue mist. He was tentative. He had met the man who would become his 12thBound before and knew that a brash show would just serve to frighten. He was calculated in his approach. The mist became more condensed. Dantalion began to speak softly, gently, and soothingly. “Trevor. Trevor. We need to talk.” Trevor heard his name and sat up with a start. He saw a man, thin, tall…familiar, forming I front of him. The mist increased in density. It almost appeared solid now. Before him stood his grandfather’s diligent and devoted assistant impeccably dressed in a dark suit, mid-twenties, thin, wearing stylish glasses in an attractive boy-next door way. What the fuck? “Trevor, we need to talk.” He soothingly spoke again as he became solid. Real. “What the fuck is this?” Trevor’s voice was shaking and had a terrified look in his eyes. “Trevor, I am here to bind with you like I did with your grandfather. I will satisfy every desire you have, within the confines of djinn law.” Trevor looked at Dantalion with caution, like he was in the room with a hungry lion he did not want to offend. Trevor found shook his head and pinched his arm. He wasn’t dreaming apparently. “I know you. You’re my grandfather’s assistant, Dante. Wait, what do you mean ‘bind’ with me?” He had always thought of Dante as cute, maybe not as cute as him, but pleasant to look at. He’d look better with more muscle. “Have you heard of the djinn? Genies?” “The fuck you are!” Trevor spat out at the man he knew as Dante. “I was able to grant your grandfather’s greatest desires of knowledge. But he did not take full advantage of my capabilities. My power is without measure or your ability to comprehend. I can fulfill your wildest dreams, within confines of djinn law.” Trevor looked at him apprehensively. “You keep saying ‘within the confines of djinn law’. What does that mean?” Dantalion/Dante approached the bed slowly as not to scare the human before him. He had this discussion with 11 men before, and was able to eventually get through their disbelief and explain himself. “I have immeasurable power to give what you desire, but there are regulations and laws that I must abide by…too many to discuss tonight. But I can answer any question that you have as they arise. For now, you can ask three wishes of me before you decide if you would like to bind to me.” The man stood there looking down on Trevor. His eyes, Trevor suddenly noticed, were red-orange like a fire, flickering as a small flame and deep as an endless pit. He felt as if the deep pools of dark flames were hypnotizing him as he stared at the djinn’s countenance. Of course he remembered that the djinn were fire spirits. At least that is what he knew from his college course on Mythology. “So I get three wishes to decide if I want to “bind” with you? We’ll talk about what that means soon I hope.” Trevor paused, “I admit I’m a bit confused.” “Make a wish. I need you to know what I can do for you.” Dantalion used his most soothing calm voice. But there was a pleading quality to it. Trevor couldn’t look away from Dantalion’s eyes. “I wish I had some coffee, black, 180 degrees, 16 ounces in a thermal cup.” A cup of coffee appeared on the bed stand, which Trevor picked up and sipped. It was amazingly perfect. “You can do better than that, Trevor.” Dantalion was a bit annoyed that his new master’s first wish was to make him an errand boy. He would definitely not put any mana into his Well with this sort of imagination. Trevor looked at the coffee. His mind started to run wild. He had imagined this type of power from 6 years old. Reading stories of Aladdin, or the short stories of Middle East philosophy, The Arabian Nights and others, he had been enamored of the idea. But to actually have it manifest in his bedroom was overwhelming. Trevor, for some reason, began to feel a bit aroused. What if this was real? Geez, he’d jacked off to the thought of having an all-powerful genie grant him three wishes. He thought he knew exactly what he would do back then, but most of them involved muscle and sex. His brow began to sweat. He started to feel his cock push against his dark slacks. He was still in his funeral attire. “God, I can’t believe this is happening to me. Today. Now.” But his mind continued to flit across the many dreams, wishes, hopes that he had banked in all 23 years of his life, most of those created with his right hand around his hard cock. He gulped and remembered the words written on the paper his grandfather left him ‘Ask questions.’ “Can you change your body? Can you change my body?” He could barely believe that is how the conversation started. There were certainly many more pressing things to ask. Dantalion took a step toward Trevor and said, “Yes” in a low grumbling tone. “But I cannot assume the form of a woman. It is against djinn law.” “Well, who said I wanted you to be a woman? That’s an odd assumption.” Trevor sat up straight and grabbed the warm coffee on the nightstand. “And you can change my body?” “Only in any way imaginable that you see fit…Master.” Dantalion knew he had to be careful here. Other djinn law forbade him to make himself or his Bound too conspicuous. That is how they had stayed hidden for centuries. “I can change your physical being into anything you can imagine, within the con…” “Ya, ‘within the confines of djinn law.’ I get it. But what does that mean?” Dantalion took one more step toward him. He looked his soon-to-be Bound in the eyes. He could feel the flames licking his eyelids. His weak, thin, form that he had been possessing in his previous cycle was so inadequate for what he needed to show the 12th. But he needed to be patient. “It means, ultimately, that as long as you do not draw too much attention to yourself, you don’t have limits. I don’t have limits. One of the primary laws states that undue attention should not be drawn to the djinn or his Bound. “ Trevor licked his lips and his mind switched gears instantly. “Ok. I wish that you would, without drawing too much attention, as this seems very problematic for you, put 5 million dollars into my bank account. It can be over as long as 6 months – as not to alarm anyone.” Dantalion turned away and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can do that.” He realized that Trevor, his last Bound would be like all the others. Selfish, yes, he expected that…but also foolish, myopic, and infantile in the ability to understand what power they truly possessed when enlisting his services. He would be blotted out now, he was sure – his Well only half-full and that would be the end of his existence. “You can do that, Dante?” “I have started the process already. I have invested the sum of your meager savings account into stock that I will deftly control over the next 6 months, should I survive that long. You will have 5 million dollars in your investment account before the end of those 6 months.” Dantalion stood tall, still in the dark business suit he wore as Wallace’s assistant. Trevor looked a bit perplexed. He heard every word that Dante had said, but he also picked up on the “should I survive that long” part. He would ask about that later too. He started looking carefully at the djinn. He was so poised, confident but almost shy and thin in a healthy way. Maybe the word was ‘deferential.’ “Is this your true form?” Trevor looked into the eyes of his djinn. He knew that he would accept the binding. He could feel it inside of himself. His grandfather had bequeathed this gift to him. But he wanted to know a bit more – curiosity and all. “No, this is not my true form. I have two actually. The form of the mist and the form of physicality. The form of the mist is how I am able to reside in my vessel for thousands of years on end without outside interactions. It is a distillation of my consciousness. The form of physicality is my true form when I am extended out of my vessel. It is against djinn law to show you my physical form until we are bound.” “Do you have a sense of right and wrong? Standard philosophy or ethics? Things like that?” Dantalion took one more step toward the bed. He was nearly shin-to-shin with Trevor who had remained seated. “I do not have the ethics of a human. Because of that, I can serve every desire you may have. If you wish for me to pull the very continent of Atlantis from the bottom of the sea, I can do that, regardless of ethics, and in such a way that it would be explainable scientifically. I can crush all of the armies of the world in a matter of minutes and make it appear to be self-inflicted or one army pitted against another that could be explained.” Dantalion appeared to be getting excited just thinking about accomplishing these feats of wonder. He wantedto use his limitless power. “I do not have your morals. It allows me to fulfill your human desires whatever they may be. There are no judgments.” Dantalion spoke in a low rumbling purr. Trevor gulped as he stared into the eyes of the man he knew as Dante. His mouth was suddenly dry. The embers of Dantalion’s eyes licked his pupils and bore into the young man sitting before him. In his current form, he appeared to be near the same age. Trevor appeared maybe a bit more muscular. With Dante’s tailored well-fitted suit, he just looked very thin. His mind was racing, darting around to late night jack off sessions on the internet, a thousand morphed photos of different dream men he would love to fuck and be fucked by, stories of strength and muscle growth, and cock growth and …. Beads of sweat continued to form on his upper lip and forehead. His breath became shallow and ragged as his mind spun fantasy upon fantasy. His respectable 7” cock began to push against his well-fitted square cut briefs even more than before. He had imagined this moment in so many of his fantasies. For his third and final wish before accepting the binding, he wanted to know if it were true. Dantalion could not read the man’s mind but he felt that something was coming. Some powerful urge was rising. A heavy-weighted door was unlocking and creaking open in the deepest recesses of Trevor’s mind and Dantalion could see it on his face and see it in his cock. He felt that the next words that were spoken would determine that trajectory of his 12thand final binding. Somehow he just intuitively knew – this one would be different. Trevor hastily formed a wish and he knew it wasn’t going to be perfectly formed and he didn’t care. If Dante could make this come true, he would be able to bind with him and have endless wishes. “I wish that your body grew to 8 feet tall and that your arms became so large with dense, hard, striated muscle that they reached from floor to ceiling. Your skin so thin that a single sheet of paper would think it was too thick in comparison. These are 12-foot ceilings. You think you can do that, Dante?” He could feel his hard dick getting bigger and bigger, pulsing with unabashed curiosity and desire to see his third wish come true. Dante looked at Trevor with perplexity. None of his other Bound had asked him to demonstrate control over his own presentation unless it had been to terrify an enemy. Those before had wanted money, military defeats, the building of great structures…and more recently, knowledge. But this man was different. Something was very very unique as he looked in the man’s eyes and saw the man’s penis growing, throbbing, fighting with his trousers. “Curious,” he thought to himself. He nodded. “Yes, I can do that for you.” ****************************************************************************************** There was a pregnant pause between the two. Dantalion was attempting to read Trevor’s body language. He didn’t know the human well enough yet. “Would you like to instruct me on how to fulfill your wish, or would you like me to take…liberties?” Trevor’s breath caught in his throat. This was actually going to happen. “Can I instruct you for the beginning? Then maybe you can take ‘liberties.’” “You can do whatever you desire. I exist to serve you,” the genie rumbled. Dantalion and his deep flaming eyes looked down at Trevor on the bed. He sensed something close to supplication from the human, near worship. A pleading flicked across his face - A desire that Dantalion probed and where he found great depth. He, of course could not read the mind of the 12thunless granted access, but he could feel the edges of it with his expanded mind. Dantalion had been around humans for thousands of years and knew how to pick up on behaviors. The 12thwas seeping into the wildest recesses of his desires. Fuck, he could feel the energy building as Trevor contemplated how to begin. This one was so incredibly different, he repeated silently to himself. “I want to see you naked, first” Dantalion’s clothes vanished just as the last word left Trevor’s mouth. The djinn’s body was tight, thin, lean, and beautiful in a marathon runner sort of way. His skin the color of a summertime tan and his hair shortly cropped and a light sandy brown. “Over the course of 30 seconds, pleasegrow to 8 foot tall, same dimensions you have now.” Dantalion paused. He had rarely, maybe never, hear the word “please” when directed at him. Another something new. His naked thin body kept the same dimensions as before as he slowly expanded. He stopped thinking about what might be going on in Trevor’s head. He was in the middle of wish-granting and a djinn took that very seriously. He waited for his next command as he reached the 8-foot mark. Trevor, for all of his attempts to remain calm, looked at the tower of man in front of him and realized that this was all real and that his most depraved and wild fantasies could become flesh. His cock began to expel pre-cum into his trousers wicked away by his tight square cut briefs. Dantalion could smell something sweet. The beginnings of sex in the air. He had experienced that with previous Bound as they celebrated victories, defeats, destruction of enemies – but they had all been with harems of women, not directed toward him or when he was alone with his master. He was curious again. After thousands of years, he didn’t know curiosity would be so exhilarating. Trevor’s voice was again becoming ragged, shallow, pressured. He loved arms, he loved forearms, he love pecs, he loved lats and traps, he loved glutes (shit, he loved glutes), he loved quads and hamstrings, he loved delts, and he loved calves. He loved all muscle. He picked one of the many. “Please, increase your biceps and triceps to 30 inches around over the course of 30 seconds. The skin should remain thin and nothing thicker than single ply plastic cling film. And I want veins. Lots of veins on the surface to feed your growing muscles.” Trevor could barely breath. Did he just say that out loud to a stranger – even worse, his grandfather’s assistant now standing in front of him naked. Dantalion and his flame-licked eyes focused on Trevor’s face, on his erection pushing pre-spunk out in a slow stream, on the smell of need and desire in the air around them. He looked at his right arm then left and started growing them. He had never been asked for this expression of his own physicality. It was new and somehow excited him on a profound level. His biceps began to grow quickly and the skin covering his arms became somehow even thinner. Dantalion’s triceps quickly formed multiple bellies with striations so detailed, it appears that they were constructed of thousands of threads of fishing line, all writhing underneath the skin. Dante’s arms were stunning and perfectly symmetrical with a 30” exact diameter. They were the vision of pure raging power. But Trevor’s wish was just beginning. Ok, now to 80 inches in diameter,” he looked with a ravenous hunger at Dante’s arms. The djinn’s biceps grew and blossomed. Trevor, now standing up, reached to feel Dantalion’s growing arms and the djinn humbly leaned forward to allow him access to the change that was occurring. Trevor could feel the muscle fibers dividing quickly. It felt as if he had his hand over a steel morning-bloomed flower who’s petals keep unfurling over and over and over, cycle after cycle. Trevor peered at Dante’s right arm and saw skin so thin, he could actually see the beefy red muscle cells underneath. Veins as delicate as spider’s webs covered the blossoming biceps and triceps. Several thick radiator hose sized veins surfaced slowly, running along the top of the arms and the inside from the elbows to Dante’s armpits. Somehow, veins 3 inches in diameter seemed right…and HOT. “Now, I want to see those fucking arms to go from floor to ceiling,” he spoke softly and with a moan afterward. 10 seconds later and the arms of the god in front of him had grown to a size that Trevor had to back up and sit on his bed again. Dantalion’s arms had grown so much; his monstrous triceps were contacting the floor and causing his still thin, yet very tall, body to rise off of the ground. The twin biceps continued to escalate toward the ceiling, the fibers dividing endlessly without pause, all visible thanks to the paper’s width skin Trevor had requested. The veins of Dante’s arms continued to grow thicker and more plentiful. Trevor could now see them pulsing and writhing pumping growth juice into every individual cell. Dante was taking “liberties” with how he presented himself in this way. He eyed Trevor and saw the smaller man studying the webbing of the vessels, the constant replication of muscle cells, and also saw him rubbing his cock that continued to crawl down the leg of his tight trousers. His new-to-be Bound had said he was 7” when hard. He was clearly 8” now. What did that mean? Dante knew he was doing something right. For Trevor, this was the culmination of so many wet dreams. This was better because it was real. Finally, as the growth slowed, Trevor looked up at Dantalion’s face suspended in mid-air, body elevated several feet off the ground thanks to the titanic triceps bellies writhing underneath and pressing into the floor. The arms that he requested took up more than half of the bedroom. But something was off. “Dante, will you grant me another wish, just so that I can see how glorious you are?” Pulse, pulse, pulse went Trevor’s dick. He wanted to take it out and start beating in right there. “I will grant you one final wish before you decide on your binding to me,” he rumbled while looking down on the man below. “Dante, I wish that your forearms, hands, and deltoids were proportional to your arms. You may take liberties.” Without warning, an eruption of muscle so powerful and swift occurred that Trevor was blown towards the far wall. Just before he collided, he felt the newly enormous right hand of Dantalion catch him more softly and gently than he would have believed. He felt the giant 3 foot wide mitt draw back toward the wall-sized pulsating muscle that had just exploded with mass. “Trevor, have I pleased you?” Dante’s voice was powerful and deep like one million earthquakes but also curious, cautious, submissive. Trevor was beginning to lose his grip on reality. His breath was becoming more shallow. Trevor looked down on the 40” forearms riveted with throbbing arterials pulsating in rhythm with Dante’s heartbeat. WAIT, they were pulsating with Trevor’s own heartbeat, mimicking his pulse rate. Fucking crazy. Dante’s deltoids rose to near ceiling height, just shorter than the unbelievable mountain range of the biceps peaks - jagged, gnarled, but somehow perfectly balanced. “Can I touch you?” Trevor asked in a whisper. “You can do what ever you would like with me, Trevor,” Dantalion breathed into his hand where Trevor was seated struggling to maintain control. “You own this body and everything that it can do.” It was obvious from Dantalion’s innocence that he did not understand the weight of his comments on Trevor’s mind. In and other place that comment would be a proposition. In matters of sex and attraction, Dante was a child. Trevor reached out to touch the throbbing, hard, indestructible wall of muscle in front of him. He made contact and then pulled down his pants. Dante’s skin felt like warm buttery silk. The fibers beneath like steel cables an engineer would use to suspend a bridge. A groan so loud that it actually surprised both himself AND the djinn burst forth from Trevor’s mouth. “FUCKIN YES! Make my dreams come true, you fucking beast!!!” Shot after shot of Trevor’s cum hit Dantalion. His enormous hands and forearms were covered with cum and rivulets of seed collected in the crevices of the djinn’s enlarged hands. A certain quite fell onto the room. Dantalion felt so alive, so energized, so different than he had felt with any other Bound – and they had not made the binding yet. This was all so new and unexpected. Trevor leaned back into the giant paw that held him off of the ground. He was still recovering from the longest, most intense, most reality based orgasm of his life. “Trevor, do you bind yourself to me? I can fulfill this and infinitely more wishes based on your need and desires.” All that Trevor could see was walls of throbbing angry hard dense muscle. “Fuck ya, I want to bind with you. I won’t let your power be wasted.” Thoughts of just a few minutes earlier pummeled his mind. So much power, so much muscle, so much of everything he had beat off to for years. Laws, regulations, and more complicated stuff he couldn’t consider at the moment. “How do we do this ritual?” Trevor’s voice was sure and steady. Dantalion smiled and the flames dancing in his eyes flared and began to burn blue. “You must start by calling me by my true name: Dantalion, not Dante. I will do the rest.”

Hey everybody. This is my first story, due to the fact, that my English isn't so good I wrote it in German. Maybe I will do a translation later... Chapter 1 Beep. Beep. Oh man, ist das jetzt wieder Bobs Realität? Muss das wirklich sein? Beep. Beep. Er versetzt dem nervenden Wecker einen schlag der darauf verstummt, dann zieht er die Bettdecke ein Stück nach oben um es sich kurz noch einmal gemütlich zu machen in seinem warmen Bett. Sein erster Gedanke ist, dass er sich heute noch einen neuen Wecker kauft. Das Ding nervt! Dinge die ihn nerven sollen aus seinem Leben verschwinden… Allerdings sollte er langsam wach werden um nach einer vierwöchigen Abwesenheit wieder ins Büro zu gehen, auch wenn ihn das nicht so glücklich macht wie vor seiner kleinen Auszeit. Bei einem starken, schwarzen Kaffee in seiner aufgeräumten, sauberen aber kalt wirkenden Designer-Küche lässt er die letzten Wochen und Ereignisse im Schnelldurchgang an ihm vorbei gleiten. Er hatte die letzten Jahre gearbeitet wie ein Tier. Bob war im Büro immer der Erste der kam und der Letzte der ging. Wenn er am Freitag mit seiner Arbeit nicht fertig wurde ging er am Samstag und Sonntag ebenfalls ins Büro. Ein entspanntes Wochenende mit Freunden kannte er nicht. Ohne Zweifel war er einer der Besten in dem was er tat. Er war erfolgreich und verdiente gut. Er konnte sich alles leisten was er wollte. Auto, Wohnung, kostspielige Klamotten und aufwendige Urlaube. Dies kostete ihn jedoch auch einiges. 14-Stunden-Tage waren eher die Realität. Ein enger Kontakt zu Freunden war so nicht möglich. Er war allein. Zeit um eine Beziehung aufzubauen hatte er nicht. Er machte keinen Sport und sah auch entsprechend aus. Seine Ernährung lies ebenfalls zu wünschen übrig. Dies alles richtig zu machen war aber nicht sein Ziel. Er hatte jahrelang auf eine Beförderung hingearbeitet. Das war sein Ziel: Karriere. Doch sein Plan ging nicht auf. In der letzten Beförderungsrunde wurde er übergangen. Schon wieder. Zum dritten Mal. Im nächsten Jahr klappt es bestimmt, versprach man ihm. Noch einmal? Noch ein Jahr? Das Gehalt stimmt. Aber war es das schon? War das die Entschuldigung für alles? Doch dann kam alles anders als geplant. Nach der für ihn niederschmetternden Nachricht, das er erneut übergangen wurde zog er sich erst einmal in sein Einzelbüro zurück um einen Plan zu machen wie er vorgehen sollte. Allerdings wurde ihm die Entscheidung abgenommen. Sein Handy klingelte. Im Display leuchtet hell „Mum“. „Dein Vater liegt im Krankenhaus.“ Dieser Satz, so tragisch er auch war, brachte Bobs Veränderung in Gang. Ein Start. Sein Start in ein anderes Leben, auch wenn er das an dieser Stelle noch nicht wusste. So hatte diese grausame Nachricht am Ende doch etwas Positives. Bobs tat das, was er sonst nie macht, er entscheidet aus dem Bauch heraus. Kein Abwägen von Argumenten. Keine Wahrscheinlichkeiten, was passieren könnte, kein Bedenken der nächsten und übernächsten Schritte. Keine Taktik, keine Strategie. Eine Mail an seine Kollegen und seinen Chef: "Ich bin in vier Wochen wieder zurück, ich brauche Zeit für meine Familie." Sein Vater hat es leider nicht aus dem Krankenhaus herausgeschafft. Er ist nach ein paar Tagen an seiner Erkrankung gestorben. Es kam immer mal wieder vor, dass Bobs Vater im Krankenhaus lag, die Situation war also nicht neu. Normalerweise konnte sich Bobs Vater immer gegen seine Krankheit ankämpfen, dieses mal leider nicht. Dieses mal war es anders. Die Familie merkte dies frühzeitig. Sie saßen Stunden um Stunden zusammen und führten intensive Gespräche, wie sie es jahrelang nicht getan hatten. Sie waren wieder eine Familie. Dieses Gefühl war für alle neu. Seinem Vater versprach Bob, nicht den gleichen Fehler zu machen wie er. Er soll nicht vergessen zu leben. Er soll nicht sein Leben der Arbeit opfern. Konkret musste er ihm versprechen drei Dinge auf einen Zettel zu schreiben, Dinge oder Wünsche die er in seinem Leben erreichen will. Diese dürfen allerdings nichts mit der Arbeit zu tun haben. Einem guten Freund soll er dann einen Zettel ziehen lassen. Dies soll sein erstes Ziel sein. Er soll alles daran legen es zu erreichen und erst wenn das Ziel erreicht ist, darf er sich dem nächsten Ziel widmen, mit dem gleichen Vorgehen. Versprochen ist versprochen, doch leider hatte Bob keinen Freund mit dem er dies hätte tun können. Aber dies brachte er erst einmal nicht zur Sprache. Bob ist seit einer Woche wieder von seiner Auszeit bei seinen Eltern zurück in seiner eigenen Wohnung. In der Zeit hat er sein Appartment nur zum Einkaufen verlassen. Er hat viel über sich und die Arbeit nachgedacht. Er hat allerdings keine weiteren Gedanken an das Versprechen, was er seinem Vater gegeben hat "verschwendet". Da stand Bob nun in seiner Küche mit dem Kaffee in der Hand, starrte an die leere, weiße Wand. Sein Versprechen kommt ihm wieder in den Sinn. Er hat seinem Dad etwas versprochen. Sein Versprechen will er auf jeden Fall halten. Er stellte die inzwischen leere Kaffeetasse auf den Tresen und holt aus dem Keller einen braunen Papp-Karton in dem er seinen Erinnerungen aufbewahrt nach oben. Er öffnet ihn und findet schnell das, was er gesucht hat: Ein Familienfoto mit seinen Eltern und seinen beiden Geschwistern. Dieses alte Bild in einem billigen Bilderrahmen passt so gar nicht in die Designerwohnung, aber es ist gerade in dem Moment, der wertvollste Gegenstand für Bob den er sich nur vorstellen kann. Mit dem Blick auf das Bild nimmt er drei leere DIN A4 Blätter und füllt diese mit seinen Träumen, die er als Student einmal hatte. Damals war ihm ganz klar wie sein Leben verlaufen sollte. Nicht so wie das seines Vaters, aber es kam dann doch anders. Jetzt war es an der Zeit das zu ändern. Er faltet die Blätter und steckt sie in drei Umschläge und die Umschläge steckt er in seine Umhängetasche und macht sich auf den Weg ins Büro. Er war dieses mal nicht der Erste im Büro, er war nicht derjenige mit dem teuersten Anzug. Er war dieses mal einer von vielen, die genervt waren, dass es wieder Montag war. Er war bereit seinen Job zu machen. Aber mehr auch nicht. Auf dem Weg in den dritten Stock traf er seinen Kollegen Tom, der sehr froh war, dass Bob wieder zurück ist, so verabredeten sich die Beiden direkt zum Mittagessen. Tom stieg in der zweiten Etage aus und ging in sein Labor und Bob fuhr noch ein Stockwerk nach oben um in sein Büro zu gehen. Zuerst ging er in die Kaffeeküche und traf dort noch ein paar weiter Kollegen, mit denen er früher nur das notwendigste redete. Sie hatten ein sehr nettes Gespräch, doch er merkte, dass die Kollegen ihm gegenüber etwas aufgeregt waren. Stimmte etwas nicht? Mit seinem zweiten Kaffee in der Hand ging Bob in Richtung seines Büros. Dort angekommen war sein Platz besetzt. Dort saß ein anderer Kollege. Er grüßte nur kurz: "Hallo Bob, schön, dass du wieder hier bist, wir waren ja unsicher ob du überhaupt wieder kommst, du hast ja auf keine E-Mail geantwortet." "Hier bin ich, wenn du mir ein bisschen Platz machst, dann kann ich auch an meinen Schreibtisch." "Ich muss dich enttäuschen, das hier ist mein Schreibtisch, ich bin dein neuer Teamlead und du sitzt jetzt im Großraumbüro bei deinen anderen Kollegen." Bob wusste erst einmal nicht was er sagen sollte, aber ihm viel erst einmal nicht viel ein außer "Ok, wo ist mein Platz?". Vor ein paar Wochen wäre er ausgeflippt und hätte herumgeschrien, doch heute war ihm das fast egal. Dennoch fühlte er sich hintergangen und betrogen. Schlagartig war Bob klar, warum die Kollegen in der Kaffeeküche so reserviert waren. Hätten sie ihn nicht vorwarnen können? Wenn er früher vielleicht offener zu ihnen gewesen wäre, hätten sie es ihm gesagt. Aber jetzt kann er es erst einmal nicht ändern, er muss mit der Situation klar kommen. Nach einer kurzen Einweisung durch eine sehr nette Kollegin setzt er sich an seinen neuen Platz im Großraum und startet seinen Rechner. 745 ungelesene E-Mails. Puh. Er machte sich an die Arbeit. Wie eine Maschine, arbeite er Mail für Mail ab. Kurz vor Mittag waren noch 723 ungelesene Mails übrig. Das war definitiv nicht das was er wollte. Er nimmt sich einen Kaugummi aus seiner Umhängetasche und sieht dabei seine drei Umschläge. Er nimmt sie, legt sie auf den Tisch und starrt sie kurz an. Diese Umschläge sind das Ergebnis seines Versprechens an seinen Vater und ein Symbol für eine Veränderung. Seine Veränderung. Dann markiert er alle ungelesenen E-Mails und löscht diese. Schritt 1: Weniger arbeiten war damit schon mal auf einem guten Weg. Dann nimmt er die Umschläge und geht zum vereinbarten Mittagessen in die Kantine, wo Tom bereits auf ihn wartet. Tom berichtet von seiner Arbeit im Labor und seiner Idee gewisse Gene im Saatgut von Gemüse zu unterdrücken, damit diese andere positive Eigenschaften erhalten. Bob erzählt von seinen vergangen Wochen. Seiner Familie und dem Tod seines Vaters. Tom ist überrascht von der Offenheit, die Bob an den Tag legt. So kennt er seinen Kollegen gar nicht. Er freut sich darüber, da er Bob mag. Er weiß nicht warum, aber irgendwie ist Bob interessant, auch wenn er körperlich nicht sein Typ ist. Tom steht auf Bodybuilder. Je mehr Muskeln desto besser. Allerdings ist er in der Firma nicht geoutet. Er selbst ist 30 Jahre alt und sportlich schlank. Von den zwei Männersn am Mittagstisch ist er eindeutig der Typ, der in einer Gay-Bar angesprochen wird. Er achtet auf sein Aussehen. Macht regelmäßig Sport und hat einen lockeren, sportlichen Kleidungsstil. Er hat sehr kurze schwarze Haare und einen 3-Tage-Bart. Seine markanten blauen Augen sind sein Markenzeichen. Mit diesen Augen kann er fast jeden Kerl haben, wenn er will. Jedoch hatte er bis heute wenig ernste Beziehungen. Wenn er mal einen festen Freund hatte, waren dieser immer größer, muskulöser und älter als er. Meistens waren dies aber auch Arschlöcher, die nicht viel für Tom übrig hatten. "Was hast du eigentlich für Umschläge hier auf dem Tablett?" fragt Tom. Bob ist sich unsicher ob er die Wahrheit sagen soll. Das Versprechen, welches er seinem Vater gegeben hat lies er bis jetzt unerwähnt. Eigentlich wollte er seine ehemalige Assistentin (das war jetzt die Assistentin seines neuen Teamleads, der in seinem alten Büro saß) einen Umschlag ziehen lassen und diesen dann allein öffnen. Irgendwie entschied er sich, Tom die Geschichte zu erzählen. "Soll ich ziehen?" fragt Tom. "Ich habe angefangen, also ziehe ich es jetzt auch durch." denkt sich Bob. "Ok, aber ich öffne ihn allein!" schränkt Bob ein. "Dann ziehst du es aber nicht durch! Ich kann dir helfen und ich verspreche dir, dass keiner ein Wort erfährt!" Warum auch immer, aber Bob stimmt zu. Auch wenn er sich nicht sicher ist. Aber er hat es seinem Vater versprochen. Er will sein Versprechen halten und gerade hat er die Möglichkeit einen "Verbündeten" zu bekommen. Einen Freund, der seine Hilfe anbietet. Bob hat in seiner Welt gerade das erste mal einen Menschen als "Freund" in Betracht gezogen, seit drei Jahren. Also los, warum nicht… "OK, aber das muss wirklich zwischen uns bleiben!" "Ich verspreche es dir!" Dabei grinst der gutaussehende, sportliche Tom den kleineren Bob an. Bob schiebt die beiden Tabletts mit den Tellern und dem Besteck darauf zur Seite und legt die drei Umschläge einen nach dem anderen direkt vor Tom aus. Dieser greift den rechten. "Darf ich ihn öffnen?" fragt Tom. Bob nickt zögerlich. Tom reißt eine Ecke des Briefs ab. Steckt einen Finger in die Öffnung und reißt mit diesem den Brief an der längen Seite auf. Dann zieht er den Zettel raus und faltet ihn auf. Darauf steht folgendes: "Ich will als Bodybuilder auf der Bühne stehen. Ich will ein 8-Pack und einen Bizeps von mindestens 50cm" Die Augen von Tom weiten sich.

I had the thought that my friend Ryan was in the right way to kill his opponent, as he was acting like a mad person loaded with anger and Cody did not even offend him so badly. I cannot even imagine what it might happen if a serious and bad offence will touch him in real life, I repeat I have never seen my friend in that deadly vest but, you never know too well even your best friends. After several punches over Cody's face, Ryan stopped, released the hold and the left the body fell off onto the floor. The head hitting the floor echoed in the room. Ryan turned over me and said: "I am tired of this piece of junk, he is not worth a real match" I was shocked, I did not know what today but I simply imaged he wanted someone a little more strong and someone who can stand at least a chance against him. Ryan walked towards me, suddenly and weak voice spoke. "You still have to see the real myself" Cody was speaking. Cody stood up, he was in pain as I could see from his face in agony, blood running over the face, from his nose, from his mouth and his forehead. The windows shook and something surreal happened. Cody's body changed little by little. Like when Bruce Banner turns into The Hulk, Cody did the same thing but he did not become green. He doubled his size in height and weight, his body structure became even more muscular, a giant was born. 'Oh wow, is that all you got, bit mountain?" Ryan said with a sarcastic tone of voice. Cody started flexing, when he hit a double biceps, the windows exploded. That was pure power, I know that with your voice you can break a glass but I have never experience someone doing the same with muscles. Cody walked towards Ryan that did not move a single inch, he was not scared, actually, he crossed his arms over his chest. Cody was in front of Ryan, towering him, he opened his arms like a crucifix and like when you try to kill a fly, he did the same thing to Ryan's face, trying to crush my friend's face. Nothing happened, not a single damage of my friend, at that moment I thought that Ryan was a cyborg or something like that. Cody was surprised, Ryan was laughing. Cody tried again but before he reached Ryan's face, suddenly a pain to his abdomen appeared. Like a spear, half of Ryan's right arm was deep in Cody's upper abdomen, like it was pure jelly, Cody coughed blood, Ryan released his arm and blew another punch with his left arm, then another, then another and yet. Ryan kept punching Cody for several time, like that hard rock abdomen was only appearance and nothing more. Cody's body was shaking after each blow, Ryan was not even watching Cody's face but he was only focusing on the stomach of his prey's. The speed of the punches increased, Cody was not able to respond to the attack, my friend was too strong and fast. Ryan stopped, before the big guy fell off onto the floor in pain, Ryan got closed, wrapped his arms over Cody's waist, locking him in a bearhug and started squeezing.

Lol me too because that little synopsis excites me

So that's it for Public Relations. I'm sorry it took four goddamn years to finish, and want to thank anyone who stuck it out. I definitely want to revisit this later, but I'm going to try and organize myself a bit so it's not such a huge wait between installments. We'll see what that ends up looking like.

Yes please

I hope that Seth becomes 1 MILE TALL and Trevor shrinks to 1 millimeter! ? Time will tell!

Thanks, guys. @MadMutter provided the inspiration, all I did was write it! You should see HIS work.

Oh helllz yes!!! So many different levels of divine sexiness in here, Pasidious!

Ok, so I have three "endgame scenarios" that I think this story will end... Good End: Trev will become a mini muscle man. Seth will call him "mini me." "Meh" End: Trev will be his normal proportions, but probably over a foot shorter, and definitely weaker by scale. His situation will at least be validated. Bad End: Trev will be hospitalized with a degenerating condition caused by the Elongro. He will have a body under 4 feet tall and little to no strength. His body abilities will be equivalent to a 90 year old with the same ailments. Or hospitalized at an Elongro lab where they try to figure out the cause of the side effect. In order to save his life the have to infuse him full of a myostatin variant which will make his muscles shrink to the point of looking non-existent. Anyone got their guesses?

You bring up a good point about this as well. Right now Seth is very muscular, yes, but he's not freaky on a muscle size level. His freakiness comes from the fact that he has the level of muscularity he has while being so freakin' tall. The point being, Seth's body still has plenty of room to pack on even more muscle proportionally.

I keep checking like twice a day to see if the next chapter is up. You are an amazing author. It’s shows with all these comments. I am Loving the size difference thing. I personally love standing next to taller body builders and comparing them to myself. And I think they get a kick out of it too. Looking down at me. I can only imagine the feelings both Trevor and Seth are having. I would love for Seth to maybe be in a situation where he has no weights to train with and decides to use Trevor for a light session. I hope that in the future there is something that happens that makes it clear that Trevor is off limits to people bullying him and that Seth is going to protect him no matter what.

I like the commentary. Especially for long breaks like this one. Otherwise every comment would be "bump" or "When's the next part gonna be posted?" The comments keep y'all distracted ?

Part 17: Cliff When Cliff’s father walked out on him and his mom a month after Cliff had turned fourteen, he knew he would have to step up. His mother Karen was not going to be able to handle things. She was prone to depression and addiction and was not very intelligent. She could barely keep it together when his dad had been around. Having to fend for the two of them immediately overwhelmed her. To her credit, Karen did what she could. She started courting suitors whom she believed could provide for them - and they did, at least for a while. But Cliff could always tell what Karen seemed blind to - these guys were looking for an occasional reliable fuck. No one she brought home was interested in tying the knot with an erratic, jobless divorcee (particularly when no papers had been signed to make that title legal) or getting attached to her delinquent teenage son. Cliff did what he could to pitch in. He sold pot at school and started stealing from construction sites and selling what he could to the creepy guy that owned the scrapyard. He stashed his money away and broke it out whenever Karen didn't have some guy around to pay their bills. He was a big kid. Nobody wanted to mess with him. Only the cops ever gave him any trouble,but he was smarter than them and nothing ever stuck. One time a kid at school named Greg Heitzner said Karen was a whore; that she'd gotten drunk at a bar and started offering blowjobs for twenty bucks each. It was probably true. So since Cliff couldn't argue, he broke Greg’s nose. In the month's suspension afterwards, he came to know he'd have to be strong, be tough, and be smart. Because Karen wasn't any of those things. And as bad as some of the losers Karen dragged home were, none of them ever laid a hand on her, because they didn't want to mess with Cliff. He was content with that for a while. It'd be bearable until he turned eighteen, and then Karen and Cliff wouldn't be responsible for each other, and he could get out of that shithole. He kept telling himself that, confident he was on track, until she brought home a very strange man. Antoine was an older guy. He had dark skin, thin hair, and a short beard speckled with grey. He didn't seem to have any money but nevertheless always seemed to have what they needed. He had a weird accent that Cliff couldn't place, and whenever Cliff - or Karen - tried to ask him about that he'd tell them not to worry about it, and then they wouldn't. In fact, whenever he told them not to do anything they'd stop doing it, and whatever he told them to do they would do.Even when they didn't want to. Even when it made no sense to. At first it wasn't that big a deal. It was weird and it was uncomfortable. But then it started to get disturbing. Antoine started hitting her. Cliff came at him, and Antoine told him to stop, and he did. It was the same the next time, and the next. The fourth time, Antoine told him to stop. He said he was tired, and he told Cliff to hit his mother in the face. Then, Cliff hit his mother in the face. She had a bruise shaped like Cliff’s knuckles for two weeks. Cliff stopped going after Antoine. Cliff stopped, but Antoine didn't stop. Strong. Tough. Smart. There was something happening that Cliff didn't understand. Antoine wasn't strong, or tough. But he had something that made none of that matter, and Cliff knew that if he ever encountered someone like Antoine again, he would need it too. Was Antoine smart? If he had been, Cliff figured he would have realized the only way the situation was going to conclude. He would had said something to made Cliff stop. Antoine may have tried, but was hampered by the pillow Cliff was pressing into his face, and the torn Discover card jammed in his jugular. Cliff left before sunrise. But not before finding some very interesting reading material among Antoine’s effects. Those, he took with him. He never saw Karen again. *** The stone man Cliff was carrying over his shoulder was still too heavy for him. He was sweating, taking laboured breaths, and his shoulder, arm, and back were all killing him. He could grow himself to a size where it would be negligible, but he couldn’t afford to yet. Once he made it to the water, everything would be fine. But he needed to make it there, first. He was careful as he loaded Cassidy’s frozen stone form into the bed of a black pickup truck, but it still clanked noisily as it did. “Hey… Hey! HEY! That’s my truck!” Cliff turned with a scowl at the guy sprinting towards him. White guy, blonde hair to his shoulders, wearing jean shorts and running in sandals. Reminded him a bit of Blake, though maybe a decade and a half older. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he closed in. He drew his fob from his pocket, and the horn chirped as he confirmed the truck was locked. Cliff turned, drawing back his shoulders. The shirt had been reduced to rags that hung off his sturdy frame. He wagered he was nearly seven feet tall, and pumped to the brim with muscle. It had been the only way to carry Cassidy. He stared down at the little man, who barely reached his chest, and curled his lip in contempt, growling, “Back off, man.” Cliff tried reflexively to shrink him. He felt his face flush as he realized he’d left the Asian kid back in the living room. All he had was Butch. But it would be enough. “Back off?” The blonde retorted incredulously. “That’s my fucking truck!” He sneered up at Cliff. “Look man I don’t care how big you are. You are not leaving here with…” His eyes widened as he watched Cliff growing right in front of him. Cliff crept inches taller as his thick, bulging muscles expanded all across his body. What was left of the shirt split into shreds, floating down off his body to the ground. “The fuck…?” The blonde took a step back, and held the fob forward. “I… I don’t know what you are but here, just take it. I don’t want any…” Cliff grabbed the driver’s side door handle, and would never be sure whether or not he meant to rip the door clear off the truck, but in either case, he did, and tossed it into the ditch. He pointed at the steering wheel. “You’re driving.” Sitting in the back of the truck, his arms spread out across the tailgate, Cliff felt happy in a way he hadn’t in a long time. The wind pummelling his swollen muscles, the sun setting behind the silhouette of the city wrapping around the glittering lake, the statue nestled between his knees, the stares he was getting from passersby… it was great. And it would all be his, soon. Once this coven was dealt with, no one would be able to stop him. Everyone would be his servant, like Blondie there. Anyone he couldn’t cow into submission, he’d kill. It was all pretty straightforward. He needed to get back to that house. He needed the Asian boy and that girl who could petrify people. He had only had time to take one and he settled on Butch. Or… Mini-Butch or whoever the fuck he really was. How did such a wimpy little toothpick weigh so much as a statue? It didn’t make much sense to Cliff. By now, Phil was probably dead. If by some miracle that idiot had managed to outdo one or more sorcerers, then Cliff would have to recalculate, but in the meantime… The black guy had called for backup. That backup was probably calling for backup too. He’d stash Butch on the islands, come back to the house, and find it full of all the best sorcerers in Toronto. And before yesterday, that might have given Cliff pause. But when he faced them, he intended to be far more than they could handle. He could see them now; looking up in terrified awe as he pulled the roof off that house. That would be the expression he hoped to capture once he petrified them. Then, all that power would be his. It’s tonight, then, he realized. It’s tonight that the true Cliff Esterez would be revealed to the world. He wondered to himself what skyscraper he’d knock over. He’d resolved long ago he’d have to topple at least one. As terrifying as a thousand-foot giant would be, one that clearly means business would inevitably be taken more seriously. He hadn’t like the Aura condo tower at first, but it had grown on him. It would probably be the Shangri-La hotel. His plan was to ram it with his shoulder. Instantly kill hundred, maybe thousands of people. Who’d mess with him then? He was getting hard thinking about it. The bulge in his straining jeans hardened into a pronounced outline of his cock. Cliff smirked, and watched as his cock suddenly spurted longer and thicker. He chuckled to himself as he lifted his eyes, and caught the gaze of the blonde driver in the rearview mirror, which immediately averted. Cliff grinned. He would have loved to shrink this guy into his toy, but there were ways to still have fun, eventually. “What’s your name?” Cliff called. The driver gulped, but remained silent. “Hey! I asked your name!” The driver replied, but it was lost in the wind. “Say what?” Cliff persisted pointedly. “Nick!” he shouted. “So, Nick…” Cliff drew a hand across his chest. “Do you think I’m sexy?” “Yes, sir…” Nick immediately nodded. “Very… very sexy.” “Be honest, Nick,” Cliff growled. “Well…” Nick sputtered, “I mean I’m not… really into guys… but…” Cliff grinned and leaned back, gazing up at the darkening sky, muttering to himself. “You'll come around.” *** “...and then this guy comes back to the bar, tells me he knows where Blake is, and here I am.” Tyson quietly explained to Jamie. “Like… I mean… when all the weird shit started to happen and I, like, changed into this?” he gestured to his musclebound torso. “I knew it had to be something crazy. But fuck… magic?” “I know,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “I feel like the last few months I've been sucked into fucking Narnia or some shit.” Leading them, ahead by a few paces, Mahtab and Nate walked side by side, and Adrian between the two pairs. “We got ‘im outa tha’ house.” Nated nodded approvingly. “That house protected him.” Mahtab pulled the keys from her jacket. They had decided to take Liam’s minivan. Jamie’s car was apparently too tight for Tyson, and nobody wanted to go fishing through the trash for Russell’s keys. She unlocked it with the fob and everyone started piling in. But as Nate went to walk past her she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him closer. “Tell me why I should fucking trust you,” she hissed. “You just come out of nowhere, know EVERYTHING, and have minihulk over there on guard duty.” She tightened her grip. “What's your connection here?” “Nate?” Tyson called from the other side of the van. “Everything okay?” Nate reached up and quietly peeled Mahtab’s hand off his arm. “S’all good, man. Jus’ sec,” he replied with a nod. Tyson didn't look reassured but got into the van anyway. Nate turned back to Mahtab. “‘Aight look, truth’s I jus' knew this’s goin’ on and came t’help.” Mahtab crossed her arms. “Uh-huh.” “‘M not ‘ere t’save you, bitch,” Nate spat, narrowing his gaze up at her. “An’ I don’ give a shit f’you believe me ‘r not. S’let’s jus’ skip t’the part where y’threaten to kill me if I get outa line same as you killed that guy in’ere.” Mahtab stifled a snarl, and the two stared at each other for a few more seconds before she mumbled. “Just something to keep in mind, kid.” Nate rolled his eyes. “Mind’s a bit occupied at th’moment,” he replied as he turned his back on her and strode towards the van. Mahtab looked back at the house. She didn't really have a play, which she wasn't a fan of. Nor was she very eager to follow someone else's lead, particularly some rando she'd never even heard of before. Why wasn't she giving a fuck about all the warning alarms going off in her head? Someone honked the horn in the van and Mahtab turned back to it with a scowl. Oh yeah. Revenge. It seemed like a fairly pedestrian motive… academically, at least. But it was apparently good enough for her. She jogged over to the van and slid into the driver's seat. As she started it up it was playing some upbeat feelgood pop song on Z103. She switched off the radio. Tyson, who was riding shotgun, pursed his lips. “I like that song,” he complained. Mahtab put the gear shift into drive. “Tough shit,” she muttered. *** The pickup truck groaned and tilted as Cliff slid to to end of the tailgate, and bounced on its suspension as he lifted off. It was dark, beginning to rain, and the half-nauseating, half-refreshing scent of the lake had Nick’s stomach in knots. Nick, the reluctant driver, clutched the steering wheel in his white knuckles, eyes locked to the rearview mirror at the gargantuan man. He had to be almost eight feet tall, and thick with more muscle than he'd ever seen before. Nick stayed as still and quiet as his nerves would allow, though he felt tremors in his knees and had to stifle a whimper of fear that wanted to squeak out of his throat. He just hoped the guy would leave. The missing door on his truck hardly seemed important now. This guy looked like he could just reach out, grab your whole head in one oversized hand, and pop it into jelly without breaking a sweat. But Cliff turned, locked eyes with Nick’s in the mirror, and his glower turned into an insidious grin. Nick swore the ground shook as Cliff rounded the side of the truck and blocked the while doorway with his abs and crotch. The overstuffed bulge in his stretched to the limit jeans twitched inches from Nick. Nick just stared straight ahead, ignoring the musk radiating from Cliff’s body. Cliff looked down at his terrified hostage. He bit his lip, and with a grunt, the bulged swelled even larger, and finally the jeans had had enough. The button of his fly popped off and the zipper was forced open, and a mound of Cliff’s shaft peeked out, so visible through his straining cotton briefs he might as well have been going commando. Cliff reached down a meaty paw and moaned as he pulled his cock out. “Mmmm… there we go.” Nick was taking very good care to keep his eyes straight ahead, but he couldn't help glancing over. It lolled over a foot long, thick as Nick’s forearm, and it didn't even look hard. It lowered out of view as Cliff squatted down to bring his face into view. “You like my cock, Nick?” Nick gulped. “It's, uhh….” “Look at me when I'm talkin to you,” Cliff growled. Nick snapped his head around so quick his blonde hair whipped in front of his eyes. He wanted to brush it away but couldn't unlock his hands from around the wheel. “Sorry! I'm sorry, I, uhh… I mean it's the biggest dick I've ever seen, man.” He finished with an awkward chuckle. “I can give you a giant fuckin hog, dude,” Cliff smiled. Nick somehow gripped the steering wheel even tighter as he felt an intense - but far from unpleasant - pressure in his groin. He felt his warm cock inching down his thigh, felt the left side of his jean shorts getting tighter. He looked down and gasped at the outline, inflating like a balloon. The sensation was deeply arousing, and it got harder as it grew. By the time his pink head peeked out from the hem of his jean shorts he was at full attention. He finally wrenched one hand off the wheel and lowered it down to his thigh - his cock was thicker than a pop can, and every touch was like a mini blowjob. He was amazed he hadn't cum. Cliff brushed the hair out from Nick’s face. “I can make you as big as me… bigger, even! Just promise to help me. To serve me. And I'll make you…” “Just let me go, man. Please? Please just let me go…” Nick’s eyes were welling with tears. Cliff’s face darkened. Nick saw the huge expression change, and began to protest. “I'm flattered. Seriously! You're huge, man. It's very impressive but I just can't… I mean it's not really my…” he gestured down to the boner that stretched past his knee. “No chick’s gonna let me go near her with this.” Cliff scoffed darkly. “You're worried about chicks, huh? Fine.” He lifted himself up, standing to his full height. His cock, which had in the interim become semi-hard, lolled lazily in front of him. Cliff folded his arms over his beefy chest. “I'll give you one less thing to worry about.” Nick felt a shiver scurry up his spine. At first he thought it was just the general peril he was in, but it quickly revealed itself to be much more. His shirt became snug, and he looked down in horror to see his flat stomach suddenly bowl out into a growing belly. His shirt rode up, revealing a modestly thick blond treasure trail down the centre of the inflating beach ball of a gut. He put his hands on it, as if to verify it was truly him, and then in some futile attempt to push it back. “No! Come on man, stop! Please.” It wasn't just his stomach. His arms, legs, and ass were becoming thick with layers of flab, and even as he pleaded he could feel his cheeks and chin hang heavier off his face. Even his hands and fingers were becoming bloated like overstuffed sausages. His clothes were beginning to tear. His watch snapped off his wrist. He winced in pain as his belly pressed up against the steering wheel, as his right thigh wedged up against the centre console. His shorts ripped away. His shirt tore apart. He felt the breeze on his thighs. “Stop!” Nick pressed against the windshield with his hand, his other arm flailing under his leg trying to adjust the seat. His protests only seemed to make his expansion accelerate. Cliff smirked as the growth subsided. Nick was in tears, sitting in the torn remains of his clothing, whimpering and grunting. “Please!” he blubbered, “please change me back. I can't move! It hurts!” Cliff shrugged his muscular shoulders, smiling at the sensation of all his overgrown brawn moving in tandem. “Not my problem,” he growled, and turned towards the back of the pickup. “No! No no no! Come back! Please!” Nick’s cries were becoming more and more shrill, his voice starting to crack. “I'll serve you! I'll… do whatever you want just, stop! Please! You can't leave me like this! I'll do anything!” Cliff hoisted the stone form of Cassidy, feeling the weight of it become less burdensome as he grew his body another foot taller, swelling his frame with more brawn. “I'll… I'll suck your cock,” Nick said quietly as Cliff passed the open door. “I'll let you fuck me! Whatever you want! I promise! Please stop! Please!” Cliff didn't respond. He didn't care. Nick had had his chance, just like everyone had. Every prissy little bitch that turned him down. Every stupid teenager who had ever given him grief. Every hot guy who avoided eye contact. Every Grindr profile who hadn't responded to him. They'd all had their chance to get into Cliff's good graces. To earn some level of mercy from him. But that time was over. Tonight began the era of Cliff. Where being smart, tough, and strong were the only currency of value. And he was smarter and tougher and stronger than anyone in this city. Anyone in the world. It was a full drizzle now. He could see it falling in sheets across the lake. A deep moan of pleasure rumbled inside him as Cliff felt himself growing larger and larger. His jeans and underwear finally gave out completely. Cassidy became smaller and smaller in the crook of his arm. The ground began to sink under his feet. The head of his cock brushed against the top of a small tree. It sent a fantastic shiver up his spine. “How you pussies like me now?” *** Hasan judiciously examined the dull glowing end of the roach perilously pinched between his thumb and finger. “Think there’s one hit there,” he mumbled, handing it to Drew. Drew carefully accepted the meager joint and took a drag. He didn't think he got anything. He flicked it off the edge of the balcony, and leaned over the rail on his elbows with a sigh. The night had turned colder, and it was spitting rain on an off. The balcony had been abandoned by everyone who wasn't smoking pot. “Awww what's wrong, muffin?” Hasan cooed, sliding up next to him. “Oh nothing.” Drew shrugged. “I was just really looking forward to spending Pride with Jamie. He always has such a shitty time but this year we had these other friends coming to the city… and like, now I have no idea where they are.” He paused a moment before adding, “Plus I really wanted to do that MDMA.” Hasan leaned his head on Drew’s shoulder. “Poor sweet Drew. I can be your boyfriend for the night if you want,” he suggested. “We can be one of those couples that get in loud, public fights.” Drew pursed his lips. “Tempting.” Hasan stood up straight and looked at Drew. “We didn't scare him off being extra, did we?” Drew smiled and put his arm around Hasan's shoulder. “No honey, y'all’re some basic hoes.” Hasan chuckled, leaning back on Drew's shoulder. “Bitch.” “Guys!” Elliot shouted from the doorway. They turned around as he rushed towards them. “Omigosh you guys, you'll never guess what the fuck.” Hasan and Drew exchanged glances. Hasan shrugged. “Grant just proposed to Wes!” Elliot jumped up and down clapping. Drew groaned. Hasan raised an eyebrow. “Did he say yes?” “Of COURSE he said yes,” Drew retorted, rolling his eyes. “He’s too much of a princess to turn down a wedding.” Elliot grimaced. “Who pissed in YOUR cheerios?” “Come on,” Drew protested. “You can't honestly think this is a good idea. They've been living together for like, three months?” Elliot raised his hand and splayed his fingers. “Uhh, five, bitch?” he corrected, then waved the comment away with a smile. “Whatever. Thanh and I are too poor to get married and you and Jamie are too butch.” Drew nodded sarcastically. “Right.” “I just want to go to a fag wedding,” Elliot admitted. “Don’t ruin this for me. Or… them, I guess.” “Wouldn't dream of it,” Drew acquiesced. “Whatever dumb bullshit any of you idiots want to waste your stupid lives on has my full support.” Hasan smiled wanly and hugged Drew. “That's all we ask, friendo.” “Ugh,” Drew squirmed. “Let's go inside it's cold.” Hasan rubbed Drew's stomach. “Mmm I'll keep you warm, babe.” Drew wriggled free with a chuckle. “Don’t touch me loser.” “Do you guys have any weed?” asked Elliot. “Sorry hun, just cashed that check,” Hasan apologized. Elliot gasped in faux outrage. “Bitches. All of you.” Drew giggled and brushed by Elliot to go back inside, Hasan close behind him. They were almost to the door when sheet lightning lit up the night above them with a soft rumble. Elliot gasped again. “Holy shit. Did you guys see that?” Drew sighed. “It's called lightning, Elliot, it's happens when… clouds… do something.” “Nonono, out in the lake.” Elliot walked to the railing, peering into the darkness. “What?” Hasan glanced at Drew before joining Elliot at the railing. Drew followed. “A ship?” “No… I dunno.” Elliot squinted. “I can almost see it still. Do you see that? It's like… it's too big to be a ship. It almost looks like a building.” Drew could followed their gaze. It was hard to see through the rain and the marijuana haze, but as his eyes adjusted he could make out a shape far off in the water. If it was anything, it was definitely too big to be a ship, and it was… “Is it…” Hasan asked cautiously, “moving?” “I can see it too!” a big Greek-looking guy a few metres from them said, leaning on the railing. “That thing is definitely moving.” “Omigosh is it, like a Godzilla or a sea monster or something?” Elliot posited. “Dude I'm kind of freaking out,” said Hasan quietly. “Alright,” Drew shook his head with a sigh. “Guys. This is a freshwater lake, we are not getting… Kaiju’ed. Lake Ontario isn't big enough to have a giant monster in it.” “Cloverfield was an alien that fell to earth,” Elliot countered. “In Pacific Rim they came out of a portal,” the Greek added. “Guys!” Drew exclaimed. “Look either we’re all just high and freaking out over nothing or there IS a giant monster in the Lake. Either way, let's not let it ruin our Pride, agreed?” Hasan stood up, turning away from the lake. “Yeah.” “It's freezing out here,” Drew shivered. “Let's go inside and congratulate our dumb friends on this huge mistake.” “Omigosh I wonder if Stanley knows!” Elliot turned and rushed back inside, the shape in the darkness forgotten. Hasan put his hand around Drew's waist and leaned on him as they walked back inside. “Thanks for saving Pride, babe.” “Anytime, sugarplum,” Drew replied. He did, however, cast another fleeting, worried glance at the lake. It was nothing. It was just the pot and the storm. It was nothing. It certainly had nothing to do with Jamie, or Cassidy, or Adam. Right? *** Mahtab raised her hand to keep the drizzle out of her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed. “All right now I need you to hold as still as you can, okay? Take a deep breath and hold it. I’ve never done anything like this before.” The teary blonde man - grown so immensely fat he was unable to escape his pickup - whimpered and nodded. Mahtab took another long inhale, shook the water from her hands, and hopped from foot to foot for a second. She leaned forward and wedged her arm around Nick’s neck, her other hand sinking into the folds of his giant belly. “All right. One, two, three!” Mahtab hopped up to take her feet off the ground, and an ear-splitting screech of wrenched metal grated in her brain as she felt herself slip away. It was a mere fraction of a second. One moment Mahtab was leaning into Nick’s truck, and the next the two of them fell out of thin air fifteen feet away, crashing into the ground amidst chunks of the metal frame, the seat, and pieces of the steering wheel. It had been too tight a squeeze, and when she slipped she had been forced to take a piece of the truck with them. Mahtab grunted in pain as she felt the jagged edge of the windshield cut a gash in her arm. Nick slammed on the ground beside him as a misshapen slab of the truck’s ceiling fell on top of him. Blood oozed from a dozen cuts slashed into his bulbous body by the debris, and the roof had given him a nasty bruise on his forehead. Mahtab staggered to her feet, lifted the rubble off him with a grunt, and looked back at the truck, which looked like a giant hand had reached down and scooped a chunk out of the driver’s seat. “Are you okay?” she asked him after he had struggled to his feet. He had started to cry again. “What am I fucking going to do?” he mewled quietly. “Look, just…” Mahtab looked around. She couldn’t waste time babysitting this guy. “Just sit on that bench over there… we’ll get you fixed. Okay?” “Re...really?” Nick sniffed. “Yes,” she nodded emphatically, though she wasn’t really sure. “I have to go back to my friends, okay? You just sit tight.” As Nick lumbered away from his destroyed truck, Mahtab jogged towards the shore, briefly inspecting the wound on her arm. The four guys were standing in a line, looking out towards the lake, where the gigantic form of Cliff waded in the water. It was difficult to get a decent perspective at that distance for an exact figure, but he had grown himself to titanic proportions, probably close to two hundred feet tall. His every movement sent violent waves across the water, splashing up high above their heads at the shore. “We need to do something before he gets to the island,” she declared, raising her voice to be heard above the wind and rain. “We're gonna,” Nate quipped, and turned from the lake to look at Jamie. “You're gon’ hafta fight ‘im.” “What?” Jamie looked down at the smaller guy. “Why me?” “Yeah why him?” Mahtab asked archly. “It... can't be any of us,” Adrian explained slowly, as it was dawning on him. “The moment we get close to him, he'll just take our powers from us.” “S'only got Cass with ‘im,” said Nate. “It's the only power he's got.” Mahtab pointed at him. “It made him into a fucking mountain, I'd say it's plenty.” She crossed her arms, wincing again at the wound. “I say I just slip up next to him and slip away with a chunk of his brain.” “Dude, gross…” Tyson made a face. “I'll be too fast for him to anything,” Mahtab surmised. “Are you sure?” asked Adrian. “We don't know how long that takes. It might even be by proximity.” “An’ ‘e's been expectin’ an attack from you,” Nate continued. “S'got some safeguards… I'unno which ones ‘e ended up goin’ wit. But he doesn' know ‘bout me. He won’ be expectin’ ‘nother Cass.” He looked over at Mahtab, who was gazing out at Cliff. “Hey,” he said quietly. When she didn't respond he flicked her shoulder. “Hey!” Mahtab lowered her gaze to him. “Know why you wanna go,” he said evenly. “But this’s th’ better plan.” “I still haven't agreed to anything,” Jamie reminded them, raising his hand. Nate turned to Jamie. “Look bro, ‘e's got yer friend, an’ he is… like, y'don’ even know, man. Can't even. Guy's fucked, dude. An’ lookit ‘im.” Jamie turned his eyes back to the dark lake. The huge giant striding out into it. It was strangely mesmerizing. “S'not jus’ Cassidy, dude. S'all of us. An’ the whole city.” He paused. “S'gotta be you.” Jamie sighed, shuffled his feet a bit, looked at his shoes, crossed his arms and bit his lip. “God fucking dammit.” Nate smirked triumphantly. “Take off your clothes.” Jamie heaved another sigh before he started to undress, kicking off his shoes and wriggling out of his shirt, shivering as the drizzling rain hit his skin. Tyson’s presence made him a bit self-conscious but he figured it wouldn't really matter in a minute. He was about to take off his pants when he felt his cock plump up an inch or two bigger. He glanced at Nate, who returned a wink. Impressing these strangers with his cock was a low priority at this point, but Jamie gave him a subtle nod of appreciation regardless. Nate, Mahtab and Adrian were all yammering the plan they had discussed in the van to him again. Jamie was only catching every other word. Nate was trying to get him pumped, reminding him the changes would impede him in ways he might not expect. Mahtab was subtly stressing that Cassidy's survival needed to be treated as a second priority. Adrian seemed to be giving him tips on boxing but Jamie got the impression he had no idea what he was talking about. Mostly though, Jamie was asking himself if he could really kill someone. Someone he hadn't even seen before. From here he didn't even look like a person, and from the shore he looked more like a monster. He could get his head around that. But this WAS a person, and Jamie was going to have to look him in the face. Could he look someone in the eye and watch them die? Even knowing the stakes. All those lives in danger. All those people. He wouldn't be looking at them when he had to do it. They were all strangers too. But he'd be watching this stranger when he saved all of them. In his head he saw all of them. Not so much as people, just as crowds. No faces, no real details of their bodies or what they were wearing. Hundreds of thousands of them, all swarming together. He didn't know them, he couldn't see them. Would their abstract security be enough to let him do it? But he began, somehow, to pick out some of the faces. He could see Abbie, he could see Adam. And Drew. He could see Drew like he was standing right in front of him, wearing those jeans that he thought made his junk look bigger, and that Modest Mouse shirt he should've gotten rid of years ago, and those blue, scuffed up running shoes. And he had that smile that he got when he was reminded of some joke but didn't want to bother trying to explain it to anyone, and he was shaking his bangs out of his eyes, the way he'd do right before he complained how he never knew what to do with his hair even though it always looked perfect. “Alright everyone shut up!” Jamie cut off the chorus of advice. “I'm EXACTLY as psyched up as I need to be right now let's go.” Jamie immediately lurched taller. He grew three feet higher so quickly he almost fell over right there. The others hopped back with a start. “My bad, my bad,” Nate apologized. “I'll take it slower.” It started up again, at a more reasonable pace, giving Jamie time to adjust his footing. He rose taller and taller. When he was almost double his original height, he felt his muscles start to swell. Like they had that first night he found out about all this crazy bullshit. His chest puffed up with beef as his arms grew thick and corded, thighs bubbling up with size and weight. He looked down at the four people gaping up at him like they were small children. At fifteen feet tall, he strode out towards the lake, his cock slapping across his thighs as he continued to grow. He stepped over the breaker into the lake and it barely covered his foot. The shape before him was still formidable, but he was slowly catching up to it. He glanced down at his hands as he walked, watching them get thick and meaty. He felt his shoulders widen, his biceps bulge, and closed his hands into fists. Out on the lake, and at this altitude, the wind and rain was loud enough that Cliff couldn't hear him approaching, but he felt the lake bed trembling under footfalls other than his own, and turned around just in time to see the huge fist slam into his face. Cliff felt his teeth cutting the inside of his cheek as his brain rattled around in his skull. He tasted blood in his mouth, and it infuriated him. He staggered forward, almost falling to a knee, but came back around with his own, blind swing, his thick arm arc out wide, only hitting air. Jamie was still ten feet shy but was committing to the fight anyway, confident he was still getting bigger. As Cliff regained his footing, Jamie sent up a wave of water as he maneuvered his leg between Cliff’s, grunting as he threw an arm around his opponent's shoulder, hoping to knock him off balance and send him sprawling onto his back. But Cliff had planted his feet, and was very heavy. He retaliated by jabbing Jamie in the ribs with his elbow. At over two hundred feet tall, breathing was laboured enough. It felt like he was trying to breathe by sucking air out of a balloon. The strike winded him, and Jamie recoiled, almost slipping off of his hold, but he clenched his fist around Cliff's shoulder, using it as leverage to bring his knee up and hit Cliff right in the solar plexus. Cliff grunted loudly, coughing, a band of spit knocked out of his mouth, and he grappled for Jamie for a moment before crashing to his knees with a surge of water. Cliff was being careful not to strike his foe with the fist holding Cassidy. He figured it might be like hitting someone with a fit clenched around a roll of quarters but couldn't risk breaking the statue. He deposited Cassidy - like a coin machine toy in his hands - from his right to his left to keep his main hand available. But his eyes settled on another shape in the water, and Cliff smiled. Jamie moved in to grab him by the shoulders, hoping to shove him into the water, but Cliff suddenly slashed up at him, and Jamie felt something crack across his jaw. He was forced back a step, and Cliff clamoured to his feet, reeling back, ready to throw whatever he had in his hand. Jamie's eyes settled on it and widened as he realized what it was. Cliff had pulled a small cruise ship out of the water, and even as he held it aloft, Jamie spotted people being thrown overboard, plummeting down across Cliff's arm into the dark water below. Jamie threw out his legs and splashed into the water as Cliff launched the boat towards him. Adrian covered his mouth in horror as he watched the ship spiral through the air, and all eyes followed it as it descended on the shore, crashing into the parking lot of a marina, destroying half the building with it. Before Jamie could get up, Cliff was upon him delivering a punch to the eye that dazed Jamie, and pushing his head down into the water, holding his back down with his knee. Jamie thrashed beneath him but Cliff stayed put. Cliff laughed as he increased his own weight, feeling his frame expand again as Jamie struggled against him. Filling lungs this size took a lot of effort. It wouldn't be long before Cliff took care of this asshole, whoever he was. He'd teach people not to mess with him. A shape appeared from the side of his vision, blocking out the lights from the city, prompting Cliff to look up from his opponent, to see a titanically muscled, two-hundred-foot tall Tyson bring his hands hammering down on Cliff’s forehead. “Asshole!” Tyson shouted at his co-worker. Cliff let out a short wail before Tyson reared back and kicked him with a monstrous heel to the chest, forcing him to fall backward into the water and off of Jamie, he thrust his head out of the water, coughing and gasping for breath. Tyson quickly grabbed under his elbow and hoisted Jamie to his feet as Cliff scrambled to his own. “Fuckin kill you,” Cliff rasped. “BOTH of you. Fuckin dead.” It was really windy, though, and the two other giant couldn't really hear any of it. They got the gist, though. Tyson began to slowly creep through the water, staying well out of Cliff's reach, circling around to his right. Jamie was still taking huge gulps of air, trying to catch his breath again, still seeing stars, but kept his arms up defensively. Cliff made a suddenly feinted toward Jamie, and Jamie shifted away with a start. He felt a buoy smack against his shin, as his foot slid up against an outcropping in the lakebed, sharp enough to stagger him. He felt his leg buckle, then give way, and he slammed down to one knee, his thick arm flailing as he tried to steady himself. Cliff moved toward him quickly, grappling for his arm, but Tyson lunged forward as well. Cliff closed his hand around Jamie’s wrist, and kneed him in the chest, but Tyson took the opportunity to loop his arms under Cliff’s shoulders, interlocking his fingers behind the neck. Cliff’s arms were splayed open, and Jamie grit his teeth. Cliff tried to kick at Jamie but the water weakened the blow. Jamie deflected it with his arm as he rose to his feet and landed a hard uppercut in Cliff’s stomach. Tyson held him tight, feeling Cliff’s rainslick back against his chest, as Cliff grunted in pain, shuddering violently. Jamie’s eyes darted from left to right, and saw Cliff’s right hand was open, while he seemed determined to keep his left clenched shut. Jamie grabbed at the fist with both hands, trying to pry the fingers open. Cliff kicked at him again but Jamie swiveled to the side. “No!” Cliff cried. “Get off me you fuckin faggots!” “You’re such a dick, Cliff,” Tyson growled at him from behind. “Give it up!” “Fuckin cunts!” Cliff cried. They were going to beat him, he realized. He couldn’t go any bigger and keep breathing properly, especially not while exerting himself, and the two of them were just as big as he was. His left arm bulged as he strained to keep his fist closed, but Jamie’s fingers were digging their way in, and slowly he managed to bend one finger loose. Cliff had no choice. “FUCK!” Cliff screamed, and suddenly, he began to rapidly shrink. His legs burst out of the water, quickly rising up as he slipped out of Tyson’s grasp. The statue in his hand quickly became too big to hold and he released it. Tyson tried to catch Cliff as he fell - still diminishing - toward the water, but in a bright flash of white light, he was gone. The rain had picked up, and the flash had briefly blinded him, but Jamie had caught a glimpse of the still, stone figure falling through the air, he flailed wildly in front of him, though his side kept his arms from moving as fast as he would have liked, and he felt nothing but the wind. But then he saw a spray of white water on the lake, of something heavy splashing into the surface. He immediately squatted down, and thrust his hand into the water, raking his way through it, until he felt something hard hitting his palm, and lifted it out. He held his hand close to his face to see in the darkness, and amidst the algae and garbage covering his palm was a tiny stone man, in a seated position, his little face frozen in shocked dismay. Jamie breathed a deep sigh of relief, and felt his huge body finally relax. Tyson waded over to him, panting. “You got him?” he shouted. Jamie nodded. “Yeah.” “So…” Tyson glanced at the shore, shaking wet bangs from his face. “Did we win?” Jamie carefully staggered to his feet, cradling the tiny figure in his huge palm. “I think do, yeah.” “Okay…” Tyson looked back a the shore, then out to the lake. “So, uhh… what do we do now?” Jamie looked at Tyson and blinked. “That’s actually a great question.” He gestured back to the shore. “Let’s go check with them.” “Might not be a great idea,” Tyson replied, pointing. Not far from where they had stepped into the lake was the red flashing lights of emergency vehicles approaching the yacht club the cruise ship had crashed into, and even from there they could see many figures milling around. “Should we… can we help them?” Jamie shook his head. “Probably best to just let the professionals do their jobs. Here,” he tapped Tyson on the shoulder and gestured for him to follow as he waded towards the island. “Let’s just hide out in the water near the island til we start to shrink down.” Tyson fell into step after him. A flash of sheet lightning illuminated both of them for a moment, and a few seconds later a roll of thunder boomed overhead. “How long will that be?” he asked. “Uhh…” Jamie grimaced. “Something like six hours, I think.” “Fuck,” Tyson grumbled. Jamie shrugged. “You fight good, man,” said Tyson. Jamie chuckled, checking again on the stone figure in his hand. “You too, man, you too.” “What the fuck happened?” Mahtab shouted, peering into the darkness. “Got Cass,” Nate beamed. “‘Re jus’ hidin out for a bit. Maybe let’s pitch on a water taxi later.” “Wait what?” Mahtab glanced at him then out at the lake. “Where's Cliff?” “He shrank,” Adrian answered. “He must've had something prepared from before.” Nate nodded in agreement. “Shrink n’ blink,” he muttered quietly. “What?” Mahtab yelled. “Shrink n’ blink!” Nate yelled back. “What? Fuck is that?” “Nothin!” Nate replied, rolling his eyes. “Jus’ bein funny!” “Well don't!” Mahtab chided, wiping rain from her eyes. “If Cliff is still alive we need to find him!” “Where do we even start?” asked Adrian. “He could be anywhere between here and the island.” Nate shook his head. “Naw man he ‘ported away.” “What?” asked Adrian. “How do you… oh, shrink n’ blink; I get it.” “How do you even know all this?” Mahtab finished Adrian's question for him. Nate chuckled, turning and walking inland. “C'mon, guys. Figger it out.” “Where are you going?” Mahtab shouted after him. “Help the fat guy. ‘N get back to Cliff's house,” Nate called back. “What about Jamie and Tyson?” asked Adrian. “Can't help ‘em now,” Nate answered. “Plus that.” He stuck his arm out to the west, where firetrucks, cop cars, and ambulances were turning the flaming marina into a red and blue rave. “Oh…” Adrian nodded, and tapped Mahtab on the arm before jogging after Nate. “Good point, let's get out of here.” Mahtab took another look out at the water and the two dark shapes wading further out into the lake. She rubbed her bleeding arm and trudged after them with a resigned sigh. *** Liam breathed a shuddered sigh as he read the texts from Mahtab. “Harry! HARRY!” he shouted, running back into the house. “Liam, PLEASE!” Harry stressed. “I’m trying very hard to concentrate and you’re presently blocking the doorway!” “Oh… sorry.” Liam pressed himself against the side of the door as a stone statue floated silently through the air out toward the U-Haul they had hastily rented. Harry followed it at a slow, measured pace, telekinetically controlling it with his mind. But they'd done some quick calculations and each statue probably weighed upwards of five hundred pounds. Harry was growing more and more exhausted after each statue he transported, but was powering through. Corey was waiting outside with an umbrella for Harry, shielding him from the rain to avoid any distraction. He directed the statue into the open door of the truck, where Brian and Grace were waiting to wrap them in moving blankets. Before they had left to confront Cliff, Nate had restored Blake to his original size, and Roddy had shortly thereafter taken both Blake and Adam to an ER where he knew the staff, and he could likely avoid dealing with the police. This left Liam alone in a house full of distressingly lifelike statues, a huge, headless corpse, and apparently, a tarantula on the loose. Needless to say, he was grateful when Harry showed up in response to his call. Informed of the full situation, Harry had in all available hands to help deal with this as quickly as possible. They were going to carefully transport all the statues back to their headquarters, and see what they could do about restoring them. Even that looked to be a challenge. Harry had been forced to call in a favour. Liam had been too meek to object. As Harry carefully deposited the statue into the truck, he rubbed his temple, grimacing as he walked through the wet grass back to the house. “I'm sorry, you were saying?” he turned to Liam, drying his hands on his sweater-vest. “Word from Mahtab?” “Yes,” Liam nodded quickly. “They're on their way back with someone else Esterez has changed. They said they recovered Cassidy, but Esterez activated some sort of defensive spell and escaped! He may be coming back here!” Liam glanced at the body on the floor. “We need to leave!” “Liam, calm down,” Harry put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “If he returns as a giant we'll see him coming, and if not, there's more than enough of us to deal with him. Plus…” “Plus you've got me!” Oliver chimed in, thoroughly British. He strode out of the living room after having successfully outfitted all of the statues with oven mitts to protect their fingers. “I've no doubt we could fend him off together.” The tall, slim, older man clapped Liam on the back, and Liam poured all his effort into swallowing his disdain and forcing a smile. “I guess,” he replied. Oliver beamed. “That's the spirit. Though,” his tone became cautionary as he turned to Harry. “I'm tempted to agree with the young gentleman. Our proximity to this business at the marina is most unappealing.” Harry pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. “You're right. We'll have to leave him.” He glanced briefly at Phil's corpse, which had begun to smell.“Are you sure that's wise?” asked Oliver. “I don't even know what we'd do with him. Honestly the best way to avoid any connection to us is to leave him here, I believe.” Liam felt like a sigh of relief he'd had pent up for hours finally released. “All right I'll make sure everyone's ready to go just as soon as that last of our companions is on the truck,” Oliver replied with a nod. “And perhaps redirect the young lady to rendezvous elsewhere?” he suggested to Liam as he walked out the front door. Liam's expression fell back into a grim frown the second Oliver's back was turned. Harry, evidently, caught it. “You don't approve,” he observed. “I'm sorry, Harry, I just don't trust him,” said Liam quietly. "Neither do I, Liam, but this is a bigger crisis than we can handle alone. And it's not about who… wins, anymore. People have died.” “I know, Harry, I'm not… I get it. I do.” Liam sighed. “Good man,” Harry turned back to the living room. “All right, onto the next one…” The statue of Robyn scraped on the floor as it was hoisted into the air. Her handcuffs had been cut and she was wearing mismatched oven mitts. The stupid bitch. She had been the worst of all of them. The whole time she just wouldn't shut up. Even as he body was turning to stone Cliff had been afraid her struggling would damage her. She was a big loss. When the time came to reclaim his power, she would have to be an early acquisition. And it would be even harder this time. Four inches tall and naked, Cliff watched grimly from behind a vent grating as they stole all his powers from him one by one. He hated being small, but he knew it was the best way to survive an ambush, and so his carefully orchestrated spellcraft had been designed to teleport him to safety while hiding him from view. It would wear off soon, and Cliff would have to start over. But he had learned many things. Phil was a poor minion. Cassidy's powers came from a place of vanity and not practicality. And somehow, his wards had not kept them out. Next time, his defenses would rely on a more subtle version of stealth. Next time, he would recruit his followers more wisely. Next time… Something rustled softly behind him, amplified by the metallic echo of the vents. He turned, peering into the long narrow ventilation pipe that disappeared into darkness. He was about to dismiss it as his imagination when he saw the light glint dully of her black, featureless eyes. Slowly his eyes continued to adjust, and he made out more of her shape, nestled perfectly still in the shadows at the corner of the shaft. Her body was lowered, her front legs were spread. She was preparing to attack. Penny darted at him so quickly he barely had time to react. The first bite punctured his lung, and he couldn't even manage a scream. Liam, Harry, and Corey were all distracted by the work at hand, but had they looked down at just the right moment at just the right vent, they would have seen a tiny pair of hands clinging desperately onto the grating. But only briefly, before they were dragged off into the darkness. *** The beach had served as a serviceable pillow, but the water was too cold for them to get a decent sleep and the rain continued on and off through the night. They'd mostly chatted to pass the time. The only way they could remotely stay out of sight was to use the lake as a cover, though the water was fairly shallow until pretty far out, and Jamie didn't want to leave Cassidy unattended. So they did their best, but anyone who happened to look out at the south side of Captain Mori beach would have absolutely seen them. Jamie told Tyson all about what Cassidy and the coven, which was all news to Tyson. Tyson told Jamie about all the surreal transformations that had been going on at the Black Eagle, which Jamie was amazed he hadn't heard anything about. From there they just shot the shit to keep each other awake. It was still dark out when they felt their bodies begin to contract. They couldn’t really tell the time accurately, but it was close to an hour before they were at reasonably human sizes. As the sun had started to rise, they were back to normal. Or, they were back to where they’d been the night before. Tyson’s thick, sculpted physique and ample junk was on full display as they sunned themselves in the brisk dawn light not far from where they had deposited Cassidy. There was some conversation of what to do next. They hadn’t thought to discuss it. The ferries didn’t start running until nine, and even then, they had no idea what to do with Cassidy, and would probably cause a scene trying to do anything while stark naked. Luckily, their hands weren’t forced. They had fallen into silence, lying side by side on the beach, propped up on their elbows looking out at the lake. “Hey guys.” They both looked up to see Mahtab standing near the treeline. She looked like she’d had a shower and changed her outfit, and had her hands in her jacket pockets. She walked over to them, unslinging her overstuffed backpack, and fishing out their clothes and tossed them towards the pair. They sorted out which was whose and hastily dressed, though they were still pretty damp from the rain, and Jamie found himself shivering. Mahtab raised an eyebrow as she surveyed his chest and face. “Are you all right, man? You look like shit.” Jamie shrugged as he buttoned up his shirt, covering up the multiple large, dark purple bruises on his chest. He couldn’t do anything about the cut across his jaw, or the bloodshot black eye. “Looks worse than it feels,” he replied with a shrug. “Any sign of Cliff?” Mahtab shook her head. “Liam and some others were at his house for a couple hours after, getting all the statues out. He didn’t show. They left the dead guy, though. The cops are there now.” Tyson brushed sand from his back. “Should we, like, get our stories straight?” “You guys should be fine,” Mahtab sighed. “The rest of us, who fought him there… it might not come up. We’ll come up with a plan.” “You got a plan for him?” Jamie stuck out his thumb at the statue of Cassidy, lying on its side in the sand. “It’s a long way to carry him back to the ferry.” “Got it covered,” said Mahtab, looking past them out at the lake. She raised both her hands and started waving. Tyson and Jamie turned around, where they spotted a water-taxi turning towards them. “Heh,” Tyson chuckled. “Nice.” “Oh that’s just for Cassidy,” Mahtab informed him. “I don’t know how much he weighs. We’re all taking the ferry back.” “Aww man…” Tyson rolled his eyes. “We just saved the city! Couldn’t we get some V I P treatment?” “Dude who do you think I am?” Mahtab spread her hands. “I’m a student. I’m buried in debt. You want a medal take it up with John Tory.” “I mean, we DID put our lives on the line here,” Jamie stressed. “A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” Mahtab’s shoulders slumped as she dropped her defensive posture. “Well, like… thanks. Legit.” Tyson held up his hand, nodding to Jamie. “Hey man. Welcome to the saved the city club.” Jamie smirked and gave Tyson a high-five. “Likewise.” Tyson laughed and clapped Jamie on the back. “Man, we’re heroes! We’re so awesome.” Mahtab held her forehead with a quiet groan. “Jesus fucking christ.” *** Yes, Jamie had, in all likelihood, saved the city. But after they carefully loaded Cassidy onto the water taxi, he had to walk all the way to the dock, wait for the ferry, and take it across the bay back to the mainland. It was almost 11 AM by the time he was back in Toronto proper, and it wasn’t until he and Tyson exchanged numbers that he realized he hadn’t checked his phone in nearly twelve hours. He had a bunch of messages from Drew. They generally fell into the categories of “Where are you?”, “When are you coming home?” and “Where the fuck are you????” Jamie typed back: “Sorry D be home in 20 ;*” An uber would’ve been 15 bucks, an he wasn’t even that far from home. So Jamie walked up to Queen Street and waited for twenty minutes before a streetcar arrived with any room. People were staring in alarm at the bruises on his face. A couple of middle-aged black ladies even asked him if he needed some help. He laughed off any concern with “Just a bit of a rough night.” He wasn’t completely sure what he expected to come home to. What it ended up being was a groggy Drew seated at their little dining table, still getting his bearings, likely jarred awake by the opening of their front door. “Jamie…” he said quietly, his head lolling around on his neck. The sight of all Jamie’s bruises apparently woke him up some. “Jesus christ Jamie what happened to you?” “I know,” Jamie held up his hands. “It looks worse than it is. I had a but of a rough…” “Shut up,” Drew commanded, shaking the sleep from his head. “Shut up. I need to say something.” He paused, seemingly dazed. “I need to say something,” he repeated. “Look it’s… it was Adam. And Cassidy. And this… Drew, you have no idea.” “Shut up! Please!” Drew raised his voice, and his head drooped. But his half-asleep brain was still struggling to piece together the monologue he had been rehearsing until he passed out. “Just… please shut up and listen to me.” Drew raised his head again, and Jamie was surprised to see tears running down his face. “D… baby, what’s…” “You know I love you, right?” Drew croaked. “What?” Jamie furrowed his brow. “Of course I do, D…” “I know what happened tonight,” Drew quickly interrupted him. “Or… last night. Or, like, not all of it, but I know enough about it. I know what you did.” Jamie was about to say something but Drew cut him off again. “I don’t know… I mean, I guess love is something different to everyone, but to me… it means being there for someone. It means… it means being beside them when they put things on the line.” “D… come on I couldn’t just…” “I KNOW it’s scary and… I know you just want to keep my safe and that you don’t want me to get involved. I know you think you need to protect me but… I need to protect you, too,” Drew almost pleaded with him. “And when you… when you go into battle I want to be at your side. I NEED to be at your side. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” “D, I’m sorry I lied to you, but I just couldn’t let you…” “I NEED you to let me!” Drew shrieked. “I’m not going to wait at home and wonder whether or not you’re coming home!” Drew slumped his shoulders, and composed himself. “Look… I get that all the things you’re suddenly being exposed to seem… dangerous. And they are. But you can’t lie to me anymore. And you can’t shield me from it anymore. And you can’t…” Drew lifted up off the chair, taking a deep breath. “If I… if I can’t be beside you when you have to face… whatever this is, then I won’t be beside you at all.” Drew gulped. “Okay?” Jamie took a step forward, and drew grabbed Jamie’s hand in his own. “Okay,” Jamie nodded, feeling his own tears welling up. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I want you beside me.” He pulled Drew close and hugged him as tight as his fatigue would allow. “I fuckin love you.” Drew buried his face in Jamie’s shoulders. “You fuckin better.” Jamie tightened his grip. "So fucking much." Drew managed a teary chuckle. "So fucking much."

Yeah, I'm also glad dredlifter made it clear that he doesn't mind the commentary. Some authors don't like this. But some readers need to vent. Maybe if there were a comment thread separate from the story for those that don't like it? That way if the author doesn't want to see it they have the option not to read it much like we have the option not to read the story should we need to vent about it's completely totally excellent engrossing content that fuels such high emotions.

Wow, the comments are almost as engrossing as the story. To get your audience so riled up is the sign of a good writer...

From a roleplay I'm doing with a friend. There's been a lot more written so keep an eye out for part 2 later on. The series includes, muscle growth, hyper and macro. It was mid afternoon deep in the Arizona desert. Doctor Banner had been out in this isolated lab now for the better part of two years, working out how to make monsters out of men. Improving the military's selection of men and surpassing the limits of human biology. anything to get a leg up on the looming danger of foreign agents. Rumor was they too were working on something similar. He was currently standing in front of a large computer console, adjust a vast multitude of dials and switches, adjusting his math on the fly to accommodate the varying inputs the system was being fed. "Alright... I've regulated the output and the correction algorithm is steady. I hope your math was as good as you say." the beanpole doctor said, his voice a little nervous. He trusted their work, but facing down the emitter itself was a little nerve racking. "Have faith Bruce. You've seen the numbers so there's no reason for doubt. After we succeed in the tests, you and I can finally get out of this place. I'm not taking any more delays just because the military can't decide on who should be their test subject." Although Richard was completely committed to seeing his work finalized, he too couldn't help but feel anxious going through with the final trial. After all, it was Banner's idea to take the test but the experiment was almost too good to be true. Banner might really be the next superhero in the world, but even then, what would that spell out for the rest of the military. "I know, I know. I'm human. Doubt always lingers, even when facts show there is nothing to fear. We see monsters in the shadows at night." Bruce sighed, adjusting his glasses gently on his face. The concept of super human powers was extremely glorious. His brain and the brawn they were artificially creating would be a tremendous force for good, as long as he kept his morals. That's why Richard was around. "Everything is set over here, how're things with the emitter module?" "As good as one can expect. Just step onto the platform and we can get started. I'll give you a minor dose and from there we can witness the results." "Right, base of our simulation resulted... At this dose my shoes should be tighter, but nothing else." he said taking off his glasses and setting them down somewhere safe. He left his lab coat on his chair as he walked over to the patch job platform they made. "Ready!" From the console, Richard turned the dial clockwise to setting 1. An audible hum buzzed above Bruce as the dish-like machine was being fed the appropriate power. After typing away on his keyboard, Richard set his hand onto a large switch mounted to the console. Looking up, both men saw eye to eye in anticipation. "Here we go..." "Alright. Lets play god!" Bruce shouted, giving a final thumbs up as the machines whirred and buzzed around him. Even though the voltage was low, the machine was rather dramatic. The switch was flipped. Visible green distortions in the air could be seen whirling around Banner in an instant. Although the machine was clearly working, the ray of radiation had no bearing on Bruce. Despite being affected, the only thing he could truly feel was a light headed sensation. Bruce winced gently, looking at the green flickers and glittering around his body. He looked at Richard's blur and shrugged. "Doing good." He shrugged gently. A good minute had passed and eventually the switch was flipped again. Richard could see Bruce completely untouched by the event. Although expecting noticeable alterations in Banner's physical appearance, super powers can sometimes be hidden away and thus further examination was necessary. "Well... for all the sound and spark the machine gave off, I feel relatively the same. could you hand me my glasses?" Bruce said, carefully stepping down from the platform. He wandered over to Richard's blur, wondering if he looked any different. "Well Bruce, you don't look any different, but we never really expected that much to change on a physical level." Richard reached out to hand Banner his glasses. "How do you feel?" "To be frank. Light headed and annoyed. I'm concerned we may have to go back to formula." He frowned as he slipped on his glasses. He shifted gently, his clothing felt a little off to him, but perhaps it was the treatment. "We may want to do this nude next time. My shift feels starchy." "Don't be so hasty. You might have gained something after that kind of exposure. We can't risk another dose until we know what's changed. Are you sure there isn't anything about you worth noting?" "Hmmm nothing of notice right now but I see what you're saying, give the treatment time to work." The doctor nodded as he slipped the lab coat back on as well. Bruce picked up a clip board going over the questions, post test. He shuffled a little, feeling a little warmer, but nothing concerning. It was later that day lunch had just past and the sweltering heat of the desert was rising steadily. Bruce was sitting at his desk in the lab, slowly pouring over their calculations, theorems and various documents and tests. By this point in time, he felt that something should have happened, there should have been a change, yet nothing at all. He kept his calm however, this was the first trial on an organic creature they tried. it wasn't a set back. Soon there'd be a swath of overly grown men, charging across battle fields. He grinned at the idea. heck if the test had worked, he would have been one. He felt his cheeks grow warmer as he pictured himself at superhuman sizes. Bruce coughed gently as he got up to answer. He twisted the knob and pulled it open, harder then he expected. "Yes?" He asked. "Sorry to bother, it's just been several hours since the experiment and I wanted to know if you've come to any conclusions yet on the test." "Nothing yet, I apologize." Bruce said to Richard, inviting him into his lab. Bruce found himself adjusting the AC in the lab, lowering the temperature further as he felt even warmer. "Warm today, isn't it?" He began to prepare the coffee machine. "Did you find any breakthroughs?" He said as he shifted his stance a little. Richard gave Bruce a puzzling look. "Nothing to work from I'm afraid. I will say, you have this room freezing cold right now. Are you sure you're okay?" "You find it freezing? I'm feeling really warm" Bruce huffed and sat down at the lab desk once more, stretching himself. "I kind of wish it had work though..." Richard leaned on the desk next to him. "It's hard to say. Maybe genetics are a factor. After all, you're the only one we've tested. I suppose we can try another dose later." Richard looked at Bruce and noticed sweat marks around his work shirt. "If you had these powers, what do you see yourself doing?" "Hard to say, but it would make assembling labs a lot easier." Bruce chuckled, slowly starting to day dream about hoisting large lab machines over head, being built like a tank and just... so big, so colossally huge. He didn't even notice his hand lowering down to his crotch, caressing his cock gently through his pants. "I can't imagine it being wide spread through military interactions. So many men getting that treatment. One can only imagine what life would be like living with such power on a daily basis..." Bruce nodded and chuckled in agreement. "Men the size of giants, walking around, training, maybe it would spread into the general populace," he smirked as he felt his manhood harden in full."God i wish it worked on me." He moaned softly, squeezing the fat head of his manhood. "I don't think it would-" Richard paused after he heard the rustling of Bruce's pants. "Banner what are you doing?!" Bruce was a little lost to his growing lust, slowly working his shaft out of his pants. "Sorry Rick, i just... really need to take care of this." He muttered, almost admiring his decently sized manhood. "Something had happened to you hasn't it! I mean I know it's been a while, secluded and isolated but where's your decency!" Regardless of his outcry, even Richard was impressed how fat Bruce's uncut malehood was. "I'm nowhere near the projected results. I think its just cabin fever..." he grunted, slowly letting Richard admire his manhood. From the few choice veins running along the shaft to his thick, fat glands and the green tint slowly spreading over it. "W-What's happening!?" Richard was in awe as the pinkish skin tone of Bruce's junk was slowly changing to a dark green hue, but it wasn't just Banner's cock that changed, even his skin was gradually shifting to green as he pumped his dick over and over. Bruce huffed and panted working his shaft faster now, the green spreading. His cock was slowly stretching, pulsating, enlarging between his fingers. "Uhhhfff Richard... I think... something's happening." The scientist backed away slowly from Bruce, witnessing the changes overtaking in his body. The masturbatory arm locked into a flex was noticeably bulging inside Bruce's tightening work shirt. His neck filled the collar, veins creeping out as his expression grew more intense. For every push and pull of his growing hand going up and down the enlarging cock, Banner's form only widened, clothes filling with his mass. Banner could feel the changes overtaking him, at this point he welcomed it, flexing and relaxing his masturbating bicep, watching the muscle swell and relax, then swell even larger. He could feel his shoes growing tight around his feet, his shirt struggle to stay clasped. he couldn't help but begin to laugh. His tongue hung out as his belt gave way to his widening hips. Bruce's bellow sounded almost deeper than his regular voice. Richard was still in awe, absolutely paralyzed and yet, overjoyed in some way. "My god Bruce, it actually worked!" Bruce was too far gone to hear what Richard was saying. All he knew was that he felt good, wanted to feel even better. He dropped his cock for a moment, brought both his arms up slowly, and pumped his biceps into twin peaks. Thinking was hard now, his mind addled by the sheer rush of power from his entire body. "Big now. Getting bigger!" Each ball of muscle tore seams across his long sleeve shirt. His hard cock stretched to a foot in length right in front of the flexing behemoth, twitching in wait for his touch. The brute that was Bruce had gained a foot to his frame and even the chair creaking and groaning suggested he had put on a tremendous amount of weight. All of this started just from Banner being hot and bothered and even as he sat there, hands off his meaty cock, his growth slowed to a crawl. Maybe masturbating really did set off a chain reaction. "Bruce, I can't believe I'm saying this but, I need you to... to keep touching yourself." The massive brute huffed and eagerly continued to work his shaft. He didn't need a puny human telling him what to do, but it seemed he enjoyed the show. The green monster couldn't help but flex while he continued to pump his monster cock. "Puny human, like what you see?" Of course Richard liked what he was seeing but did Bruce really not know who he was? "Banner, it's me, Richard. You know who I am right?" Richard said all the while the green behemoth continued fondling his girthy length, his body growing continuously as more rips and seams formed across his clothes. The growing hulk grunted as he opted to stand, his feet bursting through his shoes as he suddenly increased in height, grunting as his muscles expanded in a rapid burst, his shirt tearing and bursting as his muscles expanded further. "Hu-Hulk can't stop! Hulk want morreeeee." Richard fell backwards, staring up at the growing green giant. He stood at eight feet, clad in nothing but loose torn shorts made from his pants, already on the verge of breaking as they held his filling balls. Veins traveled across his hairy physique, sweat dropping like rain as droplets zig-zagged around the curves and crevices of his muscular body. Hulk radiated with such an immense heat, still pumping his loins as he inched closer to the ceiling. "H-Hulk?" Richard could only question the new name of his partner. The green giant roared and flexed, all but tearing the last vestigial remains of his shorts off. His balls dropped with a pleasant bounce, bringing a blush to the huffing brute's face. "What?!" He barked as the man called out his name, he stepped toward him, his muscles moved in tremendous harmony, like semi trucks maneuvering around a parking lot. Hulk grit his teeth and growled. "What human want from Hulk?" Richard had to constantly crane his head back to keep the approaching Hulk in view. He stood uncomfortably close with his foot and a half prick poking against the scientist's chest, smearing pre into his work shirt. Richard continued to gawk up at Hulk, his heat and odor getting to his sensitive senses. Without saying anything, Richard put both of his hands onto the Hulk's shaft, slowly moving his palms back and forth, the deep green foreskin stretching and pulling back. The Hulk snarled growing impatient moments before the human's hands were upon him, slowly working his shaft. The big green man placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. He licked his lips and moaned gently as his shaft was working. "H-hulk feel good. More! Hulk want more!" Sweat formed on Richard's face as both the heat emanating from the Hulk's body combined with the lingering expectations expressed by his oversized partner. Never before would he have imagined himself in this situation, his lab assistant several times bigger, enraptured by sexual acts conducted from both curiosity and fear. Nevertheless, Richard picked up his pace, pressured by the brute's anticipation. The Hulk groaned and placed his free hand on Richard's head, stroking him gently as the man pleased him. The green giant felt a rise in pressure through out his body, drawing several long growls from him as his muscle inflated further, straining his emerald skin as his grip grew stronger on the human's head. Each stroke served to separate the smaller scientist's hands apart from each other as the shaft pushed up and out. He was growing. The stimulus from each masturbatory act only fueled the beast's power. Ever so slightly did the Hulk's shoulders bulge horizontally, chest furl forward, legs thicken in every direction, feet and hands scaling to larger sizes. His head remained almost untouched with the exception of his jawline growing bulkier, his brow shelving and cheek bones more pronounced. His overall appearance was made manlier. The growing brute felt his power increase, his body take up more room, his figure growing more and more imposing. his shoulders grew further apart, granting more space for his muscles to expand into. His musculature bulged under his skin, as deeply striated and detailed as the support cables for a bridge. He smirked down at the human, as he grew smaller and smaller. He felt his balls slowly drop down, swelling as his seed filled them, almost to bursting. Witnessing the scene of his colleague, brutish and virile, growing right before his eyes had ignited even the doctor to sink deeper into his love-making. Eagerly, Richard pressed his lips against the smelly underbelly of the green cock while his hands pushed towards the back side of the stiff tool, lathering the meat with his tongue. The smells, the taste, the increase in flesh and splendor, all of it left the two intoxicated. The growing brute cried out with each wave of growth that radiated out from his massive shaft. the smaller hands, the warm tongue and the sheer physical pleasure of this transformation was growing to be too much for the Hulk. "Hulk gonna... Need to cum!" Suddenly, Richard noticed the Hulk's involuntarily growth had ceased, replaced instead by a shaking sensation that tackled every foot of the green brute. He stepped away slowly, as if anticipating a bomb ready to go off at any moment. Hulk roared and grabbed his massive cock, working it furious as his felt his balls tighten, muscles deep inside him sprung to action as his hips involuntarily thrusting his shaft into the wall, pounding through the concrete until at last, release was granted, his thick seed shot out in pulses as he let out a guttural roar, flexing with all his might. His growth suddenly returned, his head slamming into the ceiling as his body expanded faster now. cords of muscle growing discordantly. He stared at the hand gripping his manhood, watching as his fingers ballooned one by one, his palm widened to match, knuckles popping and rising like mountains. He hissed and snarled as his other hand, curled into a fist grew to match. Hulk... feel HUGE!" he bellowed. Slowly, the orgasm subsided, the giant green man panted and rubbed his head, and slowly looked himself over, admiring his new mass and size. "Human... make Hulk feel grow again." he growled. Richard stood behind him, jaw dropped as he stared on at the miraculous presentation of the Hulk's fuzzy backside. So many muscles were shifting hypnotically from the simplest of movements. Richard's eyes widened in excitement when he looked below to see such an enormous ass, strong yet plump with curly hairs sprinkled between each cheek. Even below that, the Hulk's mighty testicles hung low between his legs, bigger than ever, reaching just below the knees and hairy, like the rest of his frame. The Hulk slowly turned to Richard, his brow furrowed in annoyance, his eyes deep in his skull now, as his brow had expanded tremendously. As he turned, the other scientist would get a clear view of the perfectly sculpted delts, his triceps and striated lats. His bicep slowly swung into view, as large as a car tire. His pecs followed, each globular mass jutted out from his chest like the peaks of a mountain. Across his body grew the gently curled, black hair. His lantern jaw was dusted with a healthy 5 o'clock shadow. Despite the perfect spectacle of throbbing muscles, sweat and hair, the Hulk's presentable turn brought forth an even bigger cock into view, growing flaccid now but thicker and bigger than before. The width could match even his hulking legs that draped in front of his titanic sack. Just how big could Hulk get? Richard could barely even process such a size. "Human no hear Hulk?" He grumbled stomping forward towards the man, cock swinging from side to side leisurely as he walked forward. "Human!" Shaking in fear, all Richard could mutter was "Y-Yes?" The Hulk started to fill his sight as he approached, a twelve foot muscle bound giant approaching, hunched over with abs of steel flexing and his traps carving indents into the concrete ceiling. The Hulk struggled to move at times, dragging his rising traps through the concrete roof, shaking the dust off his shoulder. "What happened?! How Hulk... grow?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "W-well Hulk, you're....hammer right there", Richard raised a finger pointing to the enormous girth between Hulk's legs. "That make's Hulk grow..." "Hammer? Hulk no have hammer. Have fists!" he growled, holding one out for Richard. "See! Better than hammer, stronger." He unfurled his fingers gently, his forearms rippling as the muscle pulled his ligaments in a synchronized dance. "Hulk remember though. Making Hulk feel good made Hulk grow. But Hulk remember... light, green, made Hulk! Get light, Hulk wanna see if it make Hulk Hulkier." "A light?", Richard asked questioningly. Perhaps he meant the machine. Green radiation could be the green light. If one dosage made him this big, what kind of an effect would another do to him? Regardless, Richard was almost giddy picturing the Hulk at a giant's size. After all, it was a discovery, a scientific discovery. He was ready to discover just how big man could be. "Hulk follow me" he said to him and walked out into the next room where the experiment took place. Part 2

Damn Hailmar! I didn't think ANYONE would even realize this. Seriously good investigation on your part - or maybe just knowledge you already have. Yes, I chose the names very specifically for various reasons. Mostly because Dantalion is a lesser djinn/demon and Bael, especially, is much more advanced an powerful, which will come into play later. And you'd also be right about their 'origins' as names go. Props for noticing this.

Extra bonus points in the choice of names for the djinns: Exactly the sort of Greek, Hebrew, Aramaic or Arabic names (or coined to sound Greek, Hebrew, Aeamaic or Arabic) that were mangled in the process of transcribing them into mediaeval Latin! They do pop up in renaissance books about "magic" during the 16th and 17th century. By the look of it, you went to Lemegeton-Goetia to make the names sound "real", rather than taking a look in Heptameron or Steganographia? Very atmospheric!

I had fun writing this part. Most of it was spent with my hands down my pants doing, well, you know what. It's a bit shorter than my usual, but wanted you all to experience the same -- reactions -- that I had while writing it. Part III: Dantalion had never “wanted” to please a Bound just for the sake of pleasing. It was a compulsion to please the Bound, in that way extracting more energy –or mana as the djinn called it—from the binding. That was his ultimate purpose after all: To fill his Well. Maybe something had shifted inside him, knowing that this was his final round. He felt his inner-self change a bit as he reflected on his past. He felt himself consciously let go of any bitterness, any sadness, any worry. Examining his own new mortality, after millennia of existence he found new commonality with the man in front of him and he wanted to do his very best for Trevor. Maybe that was it. But maybe this one WAS different. Trevor had already shown such inventiveness with his third wish. The look in his eyes had been near-catatonic as he watched Dantalion expand his arms and shoulders by just uttering a few words. But why was Trevor so fascinated by the simple ability to expand the djinn’s frame and musculature? He would never understand their simple linear ways of thinking. But he did internally admit, it was unique and had piqued the interest of the djinn. He peered back to Trevor who was currently taking all of his clothes off. He appeared to have not trepidation about this. Dantalion assumed that the human was so used to being naked with the women in his harem, that he had no guilt about being disrobed. Some of his previous Bound did seem more reticent in their nakedness, but not this one. Shame, especially body shame, seemed common in this species. He, of course, just chalked it up to another weakness in their design. “OK Dantalion,” Trevor shook his last sock off and stood there, 5 feet away from the ridiculously wide and powerful-looking djinn. Trevor’s cock stood at salute as he lustily glanced again over Dantalion’s impossible proportions. “Please increase my musculature and height. I would like to be 7 foot tall. I would like to be 300 pounds, most of it muscle. Give me a 10” cock. Can you do that?” “Doing that is easy, Master. Do you want to again tell me how to proceed or should I improvise?” His previous Bound did not allow him to improvise much – they had always feared that he would somehow escape their control or would become too dominant in the power differential; however, that was impossible. The djinn had only ever wanted to please his Bound. That was the way to their mana. Trevor thought a moment, “You aren’t going to do some crazy shit and hurt me or anything, are you?” The djinn was taken aback at this directness, although he had heard some of its iterations before. “No. Remember, my purpose is to satisfy and fulfill your deepest desires. Unless that desire involves your personal pain and suffering, then I will not hurt you.” He remembered his third Bound did like a bit of pain sometimes. A flash of unease flashed across Dantalion’s face when he voiced the words “pain and suffering” and this did not go unnoticed by Trevor. He could almost sense, through their connection, a retreat into a dark memory. He paused a moment before continuing. “I will allow you to improvise. But, I want it to feel good, like the best sex in the world. When my muscles and bones grow, I want it to feel like my body is just one big cock that is getting the best blowjob in the history of the world!” Trevor’s eyes were dancing, darting around, over active with thoughts of how he would soon feel. “I believe I know enough about human biology and neurochemistry to make that wish a reality. If something seems ‘wrong’ let me know immediately, Master Trevor.” “Um, excuse me Dantalion. Did you say you believe you know? Have you never felt the galaxy rocking pleasure of a good erection? Have you never blown your wad so hard that you felt as if your very soul was shooting out of you?” An incredulity of such profundity racked Trevor. Here was one of God’s most beautiful creations: muscular to the point of reaching grotesque levels, huge powerful hands, and the djinn’s dick was no laughing matter extending nearly to his knees. “I have never experienced sex, Trevor. Sensations to my body are only unlocked by a Bound’s direct instructions. I do not feel physical senses otherwise. I do not feel weight, I would not feel it if you punched me or twisted my skin, I have never experienced ‘pleasure’ as you would experience it. I have experienced some of your human sensations but none of them were pleasant.” Dantalion averted his eyes away from Trevor. There was something hidden there, but now wasn’t the time to discuss it. Trevor narrowed the gap between them and gently put his hand on Dantalion’s engorged chest. “I can’t believe you have never in your existence felt real corporal pleasure, D.” The human was truly sad for the djinn. What a hollow existence it must be to not have the ability to sensate. “We’ll fix that one day. I promise. But for now, I have some growing to do. And by the way, I’ll call you D from now on. If I call you Dantalion again, you’ll know you’re in trouble.” Trevor chuckled and put his hand on D’s chin and pulled his eyes back up to his own. “No get to work on making me huge!” Without any further announcement, Trevor felt his body beginning to burn, every cell of it. Burn in a good way, like after a long run when the endorphins have kicked in and you feel almost high. He looked down at his thin taught body and could not see any immediate changes. The burning increased near the point of being uncomfortable, but it still felt so fuckin good. Suddenly, it felt as if his skin was being licked by a thousand hungry mouths. His cock, which had lost some of it’s turgor, shot straight up again, bouncing with a ‘thwack’ on his tight abs. He felt a pulsing rhythm begin to throb inside of his core. It wasn’t his heart, it wasn’t in his lungs. It was just everywhere in his center. Throbbing. Beating harder. The tongues licked his nipples and powerful jolts shot directly into his dick. He moaned like a beast about to rut the fuck out of something. The feeling was near overwhelming. He grabbed his cock in his hand. As soon as his cock felt his hand wrapping round it, another jolt rocked him, this time spreading from his churning balls. He could feel the cum being made inside of them. His balls quivered as they grew slowly still churning. Cum swirling inside of them. He could feel invisible hot wet mouths tugging on his sack, popping one nut and then the other into their steamy holes, tonguing the bottom of his pulsating expanding balls. A gasp erupted from him as he suddenly sensed a soft tongue running along the ridge of his taint moving in a bee line toward his tight pink pucker. The tongue licked at his opening, becoming more insistent in its demand for entrance. He relaxed his chute and the tongue penetrated his sweet tight ass. It pushed and then withdrew, then repeated this over and over. He put his hand back on his cock and felt the jolt again. The mouths were sucking his nuts, playing with his ass. His nipples were being put through the best fucking workout of his life. He felt warm breath on the nape of his neck and more licks on the bottoms of his feet and the backs of his knees. He could feel hot wet mouths sucking on his toes. Then he felt his dick being sucked by the most talented mouth in the universe. He looked down and saw nothing there. He looked ahead at D who was staring directly into his eyes. Trevor felt a redoubling of D’s effort. D for his part was in a state of djinn bliss. The power being wicked away in this interaction was like nothing he had experienced before. He felt his power expanding. Giving Trevor this intense pleasure was nothing short of amazing in the mana that it produced. “Make me grow, D!” Suddenly, the sensations increased by ten-fold. Trevor’s mind was buzzing like a live-wire. He felt his skin begin to stretch and pound after pound of thick strong beef expanding his growing frame. Without warning, his now-enormous cum globes pulled up toward him. They felt angry and horny and they would not be denied. He felt a split-second pause in every sensation occurring in his mind and body…then… His mind seemed to dissolve. His prostate and its own need thrust itself to the forefront of his consciousness – pulsing, thrumming, pounding inside his groin. The sensation was cataclysmic. The world seemed to be ending, the feeling of complete and utter bliss was nearly frying his brain. He lost sense of time, of reality, of anything else. His balls throbbed and he felt a floodgate open inside of him. Thick ropes of cream erupted from his member. With every pulse of his orgasm, dozens of pounds of muscle packed themselves onto his expanding frame. With every powerful blast, he could feel himself growing taller. Without any warning, a wave of complete mind-numbing exhilaration slammed into his body. He was aware of the cock that seemed to be pushing into his tight hole, hands twisting his nipples, countless tongues and mouths on his skin, his hands wrapped around his enlarging manhood. The wave that hit him pushed him even further… He felt his orgasm become a steady state of cumming. His throbbing churning orange sized eggs pushed out continuous quarts of thick rich juice. It was not longer the normal pumping, throbbing, pulsing orgasm. It was though a firehose had been turned on. Cum flooded the inside of his body and exploded out his cock in one steady stream. He felt his growth accelerate, not growing in quick staccato spurts, but in one fluid movement now. He looked at D with wide and wild eyes. The djinn lifted a corner of his mouth in a sexy fucking smirk. He felt his growth slow and the thick rope of cum began to slow. Again he felt a pump, pump, pump as his inner G spot returned to normal ejaculation, then slowly stopped all together. He stood there, naked, in a 3 inch puddle of his own emissions. Dantalion was nearly covered head to toe in his seed. He flexed his arm in front of his chest. Veins snaked across their surface. He looked down between the chasm that now existed between his globular pecs. He could not see his feet, but he could see thick tight abs and a cock that would choke the most experienced cock sucker. He felt powerful and close to invincible. Trevor finally realized that the last few minutes had not been a dream. He was awake. He sat down on the couch in his room, leaned forward and put his head in his hands. This was real. “Have I done something to offend you, Trevor?” Dantalion probed carefully. Trevor looked up at the beastly djinn in front of him, covered in his very own spunk, and shook his head. He patted his knee and beckoned the djinn to come closer. “Sit down, my precious God.” He patted his knee again and D sat down in his master’s lap. Trevor put his arm around Dantalions waist with his right arm, and his left rested on Dantalion’s shockingly defined left pec. He leaned in and gave Dantalion a soft kiss. “Thank you, D.” His voice was shallow and ragged. His mind and body was still recovering from what had just occurred. Dantalion could feel mana flowing out of Trevor in a continuous stream. In millennia, he had never felt this much power flowing into him. “Now, its time you finally experienced what I just did.”

Part II Dantalion peered into the eyes of his final and 12th Bound. On some deep level, he felt a certain sadness knowing that this would be his final cycle, his last gasp of existence, his ultimately terminal binding. Somehow, somewhere in his apathetic soul, he understood in the moment that he was no longer immortal. He would perish just as the humans with whom he had encountered had perished. He finally had something – just one thing – in common with them. He cleared his mind for the last time, the blue flames in his eyes intensifying as he felt his physical self become searingly hot. “Blue flames are far hotter than orange ones,’ he thought fleetingly. Trevor, for his part, was still recovering from his near-catastrophic orgasm. In a daze caused by Dantalion’s ability to give him just one of his many fantasies, he realized that he had accepted the binding in haste but it was too late to back out now – and he wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. He felt is was more of a reflexive “yes” than a well thought out answer. “Trevor, all you have to do is look in my eyes. This will take but a moment and you will be in no pain,” Dantalion spoke with authority. “All you have to say are these words: Dantalion, I bind with you. I do not give you my soul unless I deed it to you freely. I accept your gifts and you accept mine.” Dantalion stared directly into Trevor, boring into his innermost parts. “Trevor, it is time.” Trevor, for his part, was still feeling residual pulses from his over stimulated prostate and cock. The image of Dantalion’s arms, shoulders, forearms, and massive hands had burned themselves into Trevor’s consciousness. But he knew that he must engage with Dantalion now in order to continue living in the dream world that he had now become a part of. “Help me remember the words, Dantalion. I still feel quite…out of sorts.” Dantalion returned to his previously demure size, assuming the form of Dante, the assistant to Trevor’s grandfather. His upper body including his biceps, triceps, forearms, and hands were still occupying almost the entirety of Trevor’s bedroom. Dantalion began to shrink back the massive muscle of his upper body – the ones that Trevor had willed into existence. Dantalion needed to focus on Trevor completely now. The djinn felt a strange kind of compassion with this being. The gentle pleading of his comments, ‘Help me remember the words, Dantalion.’ Again, this human seemed different. He was not commanding or at all disrespectful. He was considerate and did not push too far, a bit like his grandfather had been, but even more so. So many of the others had been too quick to exploit his power and they had almost never so much as considered being respectful to the source of their dominance and power. “Focus on Trevor,” he reminded himself. Dantalion began again, prompting the man in front of him. “Dantalion, I bind with you. Say that Trevor.” “Dantalion, I bind with you.” The human repeated in a near trance. “I do not give you my soul unless I deed it to you freely.” Trevor repeated as instructed but felt that this phrase was pregnant with meaning and he would require explanation about the wording in the near future. “I accept your gifts and you accept mine.” Trevor looked directly into the eyes of the djinn and repeated the words. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace, which bordered on the definition of tranquility. He felt safe. He felt confidence and power surging into him. It was profound but also sublime. No trumpeting angels or cataclysmic lightning, but warmth, determination, and fortitude. The djinn slowly approached his final Bound. Trevor was just beginning to come out of his sexual stupor. He had experienced brain-melting ejaculation from Dantalion’s biceps and triceps exposition and remains of that experience were still tickling his libido. “Now what, Dantalion? What do I do? My grandfather told me in a note that I should help you become more that you thought that you could be.” The man felt incompetent in a way. Trevor had just been gifted with the power of trillions of stars and he was beginning to realize it. He could feel it in every cell in his body. “You have given me a gift that I do not think that I deserve and may not be able to wield in any significant way.” “Trevor, what do you desire?” Dantalion’s voice was soothing and deep as a dark chocolate river. “I want to see your true form, Dantalion.” Even saying the name of the djinn now, Trevor felt energized. Somehow, speaking the name on his tongue engendered some connection to immense power. Dantalion’s eyes had finally returned to a lid-licking orange. A look of resolve passed across his face and his body began to morph. Strangely, or not, Trevor believed that Dantalion’s true form would be Earth-shattering in size and dimension. Conversely, Dantalion maintained his average-for-a-human height but began to become thicker and more substantial. He lost his thin, waifish body type but his clothes seemed to form to his new representation of himself. “Dantalion, do not hide your body. No clothes. I want to see your true form unobstructed.” Dantalion’s close-fitting suit, which had been expanding to accommodate his growing width, evaporating like the dew on a hot summer morning. Dantalion was not accustomed to requests for presentation of his body. This triggered thoughts of Trevor’s first few wishes just moments ago. This human’s fascination with his body and what it could do was so … unique and new. The djinn proceeded to expand into the form that he considered his baseline. He looked toward Trevor, just a few feet in front of him, “This is the true me, Master. I am not as powerful as my brothers and not nearly as immense as they are. I wish I were. I wish I were the djinn who would be able to grant you godhood as I ascended to the same level, but alas, I am too far behind to make that a reality.” His voice nearly caught. There were layers of emotion and history that Trevor sensed but was not ready to tackle. And why would he right now? Trevor did not understand even a word of that comment, but he knew that he had just been thrust into a world that he knew nothing about. He continued to realize that the more he knew, the more questions he had. Other djinn brothers? Godhood? Too far behind? So many questions, he did not know where to begin processing. But for now, Dantalion was transforming. That yanked his attention back to the present. In front of Trevor stood the most exquisitely beautiful and muscular man he could have imagined. Dantalion was fucking ripped beyond human capability to attain. He wasn’t tall per se. He was powerful though. His shoulders were uncommonly wide for his 5’ 11” height. They were at least 3 foot across and muscular beyond human standards with enormous muscle-capped shoulders. His waist appeared to be 26” in diameter, the dictionary definition of a wasp waist. Dantalion’s body continued to morph. More mass was driven into his quads, his calves, and ultimately his ass. And God, what an ass. Tight, high, round, hard. His abs seized into blocks the size and shape of mortaring bricks. He looked like what the word “power” would be if it were to be personified. Trevor looked at Dantalion’s form. His face was incomprehensible, smooth, without emotion. He could not identify an ethnicity or race. He had attributes of a Middle Easterner, with hints of East Asian, European, African, and Latino. His countenance was ultimately, indeterminable. The color of is skin was warm and brown, reminiscent of a dark mocha with too much milk. His face appeared to be 20 years old but with eyes conveying knowledge that hinted at thousands of years or knowledge and experience. Trevor could barely pull his eyes away. “What do we do now, Dantalion? I don’t know what to do or say. I feel so much confidence, security, and power now coursing through me.” Trevor’s eyes were locked onto Dantalion’s, their gaze not breaking since the binding just a few short moment’s ago. How could this being believe himself to be inferior to his “brothers?” The questions from a moment ago surfaced again. But again, the stunningly monstrous beast before him made him forget his questions for the time being. The djinn’s true form had finally settled in. Standing 5’ 11” with a nearly 4’ shoulder spread, huge slabs and chords of meat hung down at his sides -- massive things that resembled arms but seemed to hang lower and more powerful. Trevor thought they appeared almost ape-like from dangling so low. Dantalion’s hands were huge, with enormous meaty fingers, devastatingly thick wrists, and knuckles meant for exerting dominance and smashing things. His traps hugged his ears, not hinting, but shouting at his strength. Two billowing pecs jutted out with purpose and in almost a lewd way, like muscle porn (NSFW) with attendant nipples shoved to the floor due to a lost competition with too much chest mass. Ten vein-riddled abs tightening against each other and flowing down to a shockingly tight waist topping out at 28” max. Trevor would have to measure. He needed to measure it – it was too narrow to believe. Thick writhing meat hung off of his thick thighs like gunny sacks full of wheat and calves 28” around (the same as his fuckin waist!) packed on the lower legs below them. Dantalion was a sight to behold. Trevor was just beginning to catch on to the powerful body that was before him. When his eyes moved from Dantalion’s in an effort to absorb the totality of his djinn slave’s body, he smacked his lips. His tongue began working, trying to moisten the inside of his suddenly dry mouth. “Fuck, you are beautiful.” Dantalion was taken aback. He was not nearly as massive or beautiful as his two remaining brothers. He was always considered a runt with regard to the original 12 djinn. How could his new Bound believe him to be even remotely “beautiful?” What would Trevor say if he saw Bael or Asteroth in their true form? His bound would think him to be slovenly, unworthy, weak. He was on his last of 12 bindings and his Well was only ½ full. He had little to offer. In fact, he was more likely a risk! Why did this human make him feel this, what is the word…vulnerable? Trevor felt some sort of hesitancy on the part of Dantalion. Maybe it was the bond between them now, or maybe it was just watching the djinn’s face and the near-imperceptible mico-emotions he noticed as he complimented Dantalion’s body. “Dantalion, I’m ready for you to start granting more of my wishes. And I think this time, we should begin with augmenting MY body.” Dantalion instantly felt a surge in the energy flowing from his new Bound, Trevor, into his Well. He had not felt so much power flowing through that channel since his first binding. Trevor’s eyes narrowed and his face suddenly looked mischievous. His deepest, darkest, most depraved desires bubbled to the surface of his consciousness. “Let’s take you out for a test drive, Dantalion!” Trevor’s voice was dripping with an eagerness Dantalion had not encountered previously, but he was up for the challenge. He noticed Trevor’s cock twitch in his slacks, still wearing his funeral attire. For the first time in his existence, he wanted to please his Bound master. Where was this feeling coming from? “Dantalion, I want you to listen carefully. We need to start with some upgrades.” (Art used with permission of HardTrainer; neither he nor I have rights over the original photo)

Oh, I should have mentioned that this is not the end. :-) There is so much more.

Blue Pill Part 16 James was in a state of shock as he looked down at the muscle bound man at the end of his dick. He couldn’t believe that just moments ago he was fucking his supple, voluptuous wife. “Sarah? Is that still you? Are you ok?” James asked with a worried look on his face. “Mmmmm I’ve never felt better baby.” The voice that rumbled from the throat of his used to be wife, sounded nothing like her former self. It was deep and rugged. It made his dick pulse inside his wife. James was taken out of his train of thought as he heard a deep moaning coming from beneath him. He looked down to see that Sarah had reached up and began pinching one of her tender swollen nipples. Milk began flowing freely from the nipple as her other hand stroked her newly formed 7 inch dick. “My god James! If I knew that being a man would feel this good, I would have had you do this to me a long time ago.” James could see the lust in Sarah’s eyes as she started stroking her pre-cum slicked dick faster. James’s dick pulsed harder in Sarah’s ass at the sight of her tweaking her nip as she stroked her dick. He knew he needed to pull out before she got any bigger. He needed to think of a way to reverse the effect and make his wife a woman again. James began to slowly back his dick out of his wife until the head popped out of her ass. James couldn’t believe how much his dick had grown. It looked like it was almost a foot long now. Had to be close to 8 inches thick. It was covered in veins and his cock head was huge. That was nothing compared to his bull balls. They hung low in his sack almost the size of baseballs. James felt relief as his dick head popped out. He thought for sure that he was going to burst. Before James knew what was happening, Sarah had wrapped her newly muscular legs behind his back and pulled him in closer to her, driving his enraged cock head back into her waiting hole. Sarah and James both let out a moan in unison as Sarah drove her husband’s dick further into her ass. James became panicked as he knew what cumming inside his wife would do. He tried pulling out against his wife’s legs, but she had become quite strong from all of his cum. James knew he was stronger though, but for how much longer. James willed his muscles to push harder as his dick began to pull back out. The whole time his bulbous cock head was rubbing against his wife’s prostate. Sarah let out another deep moan and her head fell back as she started firing cum everywhere out of her bucking 7 incher. The sight before him was almost too much for James, he was right on the edge of orgasm. He was almost out of Sarah when he felt to hands on his pillow like pecs. He then felt fingers grasp on to his super sensitive nips as it pushed him over the edge. “Yeah! Cum for me daddy. Fill me with your seed. Make me huge!” Sarah had an almost evil glint in her eye as she twisted James’s nipples. “You want your daddy’s dick that bad, then you’re going to take it all.” James, finally giving into his lust, slammed his dick back into Sarah, driving into her hole over and over again as he fired load after load into her ass. James watched as the body beneath him began to swell larger. Sarah’s traps rose higher as her neck got thicker. James watched as her arms bulged with more mass closing in on 19 inches. James could feel Sarah’s legs surge in size behind him as they slowly began crushing into his back. Sarah’s pecs ballooned even more as they filled with more muscle milk, almost making them look like breasts again. James started to become even more worried as he realized his wife was closing in on his size. James felt his wife’s ass get tighter around his dick as it grew with more muscle, pushing her up higher off the bench and taking his dick with it. While his wife was in a state of Euphoria from all the milk flooding into her pecs, he started backing up, pushing her legs back and pulling his dick out. He was finally to the very end, but his dick head was so large and her ass was so tight that it didn’t want to come out. He pulled with all of his might, until with a loud *POP* sound, his dick came out, releasing a torrent of his jizz along with it. Sarah began bucking her hips from the feeling of her husband’s massive cock head destroying her ring. Cum began flying from the tip of Sarah’s almost 9 inch dick as she moaned on the bench. James knew this was his chance. He needed to get away before his wife got any bigger. He quickly darted underneath Sarah’s thick legs and bolted for the gym entrance. James got to the front door and heard moans and what sounded like the banging of a head board form the top of the stairs. “No time to investigate, I’ve got to get to the lab and find a way to reverse this!” James snuck out of the house quietly. Leaving his hot muscular wife in his home gym and his son and that behemoth upstairs in his bedroom… Chris couldn’t get over the size of Derek. Chris straddled Derek’s torso as he slowly ran his hands along the ridges of his abdominals. Working his way up to his perky hard nipples that rested just under his bulbous rock hard pecs. His pecs were so full and thick that they jutted out almost 6 inches from his body. Chris stuck his finger in the gap between Derek’s pecs, feeling the curvature of his mountainous pecs. Chris continued his adventure of Derek’s body as his hands felt along the bowling balls of muscle Derek called his shoulders. Chris couldn’t believe how far they pushed out. His shoulders pushed so far out that he was twice as wide as Chris’s relatively athletic build. Chris traced the veins along his shoulders down to his biceps. Chris gasped when he saw just how big they had become. They were about the size of his head. They had to be closing in on 22 inches. They were truly massive. This only made Chris realize how bad he wanted Derek’s muscles all for himself. Chris knew that in order to get Derek to take the pills he was going to have to make him swallow them. “How am I going to get him to take these damn pills? He will never agree to give up his muscles.” Just like that Chris got an idea. Slowly getting off of Derek so as not to disturb him, Chris darted out of his room and into his fathers’ room across the hall. He noticed his father had left his closet light on. “Dad?! Are you still here?” Chris looked around the bedroom to see if he could see any signs of movement. He listened carefully as the house was dead quiet. Chris walked into his dad’s closet and reached onto the top shelf next to some old hiking gear as he pulled down a handful of rope. Chris walked quickly out of his father’s bedroom as his heart caught in his stomach. Down the stairs he could see his mom coming through the front door. It appears as if she had just gotten back from her jog. Chris ducked down, hoping she hadn’t seen him. “James honey, are you home?” Chris could hear his mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Chris didn’t believe in prayer much, but at that point he needed any kind of miracle he could get. As if it couldn’t have been better timed, a deep guttural moaning sound came from downstairs in the direction of their home gym. Chris breathing began to return to normal as he heard his mother’s footsteps retreat back down the stairs. “James is that you? CHRIST JAMES! What the hell happened to you?!?” Chris heard the gym door close and didn’t hear his father’s response. Curious, Chris began heading down the stairs to see what had startled his mother so much about his dad. “Fuck it, I will find out later. I have a body to grow.” With that said Chris turned around and headed back up the stairs with rope in hand. Chris returned to his bedroom and closed the door, making sure to not slam it, he didn’t want to awaken the muscle beast lying on his bed. Chris approached the bed and reached underneath one of Derrick’s thick hard calves. He wrapped the rope around it, making a noose and slowly tightening it. Chris lowered the first leg and repeated the process with the other. He tied the first rope holding Derek’s legs, firmly to the underside of the bed so he wouldn’t be able to kick. Next Chris used the same noose technique on Derek’s hands tightening the rope connecting them under the bed. Chris then tied a rope underneath the bed and wrapped it around underneath Derek’s bulging pecs so it would help stabilize his torso to the bed. To get the party started, Chris slapped Derek across the face. “Wakey, wakey asshole. Time to pay me back what you stole and then some.” Derek startled and sucked in air as he came to. The rope around his torso creaking as he drew in the sharp breath. Derek yanked at the line holding his hands tied together and realized he wasn’t strong enough to break free. “What the fuck do you want Chris?” Derek said in a panicked voice. “Oh you know exactly what I want, and you’re going to give it to me!” Chris reached down and began fondling Derek’s massive python. Even soft it was enough to fill both of Chris’s hands. Chris massaged Derek’s dick for a while and got no reaction. “I won’t give you what you want Chris. This is my body now. My muscles. My dick.” “You see Derek, that’s where you’re wrong. If you remember correctly, you were nothing when you came into my house and I was everything. I was a god. Now I’m going to take my god status back whether you are going to comply or not.” Chris jumped off the bed and walked into his bathroom. “How did he regain that size? He looks as big as I did before I stole his muscles.” Derek wondered out loud as Chris returned with a bottle in his hand. He set the bottle on his night stand next to Derek’s head. Chris then picked a bottle up off the floor, Derek instantly recognized the bottle. Chris popped the lid off, dropping a black pill into his hand. “Let’s see, I took this last time and lost everything. So now if you take it, I will gain everything back.” “Chris, you don’t have to do this! Look how good you look now! With a little time in the gym you could be back to your old size in no time.” Derek pleaded as Chris straddled Derek’s torso again. Chris leaned forward with the pill in his hand as he tried to push it into Derek’s mouth. “See that’s the thing Derek, why work hard for something when I can just have it now pain free?” With that Chris swung his fist into Derek’s nose, breaking it and causing blood to gush out. “AHHHH------mffffffmmm” Derek had begun to scream when Chris shaved his hand over Derek’s mouth. Derek barely felt the pills drop into his mouth as he began to run out of air. His nose was bleeding so much he couldn’t breathe through it. He had no choice but to swallow if he wanted to live. Derek swallowed the pills as tears began rolling down the side of his cheeks. Knowing he had sealed his fate and that Chris would soon take everything back. Chris reached his hand up and wiped away Derek’s tears. “Don’t worry Derek, from here on out I promise it will be quick and painless.” Derek jerked his head away from Chris’s hand. “Well, if it’s going to be like that. I was going to let you keep some of your size, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll drain you till you’re hotter than Stacy.” On cue Derek felt his massive dick begin to pulse to life. He could feel each heartbeat throb through the entire length as it thickened and elongated, quickly arching its way up Chris’s back. “How the fuck am I hard?!?” Chris got a slight grin to his face, “Well, back before I started taking my father’s experimental drugs, I took a lot of steroids and I had no clue what I was doing. Let’s just say a heavy dose of testosterone with no p.c.t. left my balls and libido empty. So I got a prescription to Cialis. So you shouldn’t have a ‘hard’ time with getting an erection tonight.” Chris began laughing at his own joke as he reached behind him and began stroking the throbbing monster of a dick that Derrick possessed. Derek threw his head back and began moaning as Chris continued stroking his dick. “I think I want my dick in that hat tight ass of yours so you can feel what it’s like to be dominated by a real man. I want you to feel me inside you as I grow to mythical proportions.” As Chris was saying this he reached for the bottle on the night stand, clearly labeled Cialis. “You’ve had your medicine, time for mine.” Chris popped a pill into his mouth and swallowed. Chris wiggled himself backwards along Derek’s dick, until he was almost past Derek’s knees when his dick finally sprang up and smacked into his thick pecs. Pre-cum flew everywhere when his dick smacked his chest, giving his chest a nice shiny sheen. Chris reached forward, leaning against Derek’s dick as he massaged the pre-cum into Derek’s pecs making them look like they had just been oiled. Chris slid his hands over to Derek’s massive orb like biceps and began groping them. As he did, Derek couldn’t help himself but give them a flex to see how big they were. He could only lift his arm so far until his restraints brought him back to reality. Chris let out a slight moan feeling the bicep push his hand apart. Although Chris hadn’t moved, Derek could feel Chris’s bulbous Dick head pushing against his ass cheeks. Derek’s dick throbbed at the thought of being penetrated by the high school quarterback. A huge glob of pre-cum oozed out of his dick head and into the valley of his pecs. Without missing a beat, Chris leaned in and sucked up all the pre from the cleft between Derek’s pecs. The sound of slurping coming from Chris made Derek mad at the thought that he almost wanted Chris to grow larger. Derek knew that was the Cialis talking, it was making him so horny it was hard to think straight. Derek didn’t have to wait much longer as he could feel Chris’s body weight slightly increasing on top of his own. He felt his own back slowly slide across the sheets, but only a little. What really made Derek pay notice was that Chris’s dick was sliding past his ass cheeks and pushing at his hole. Derek could feel pre leaking out of Chris’s dick, making his hole slick and ready to be entered. Derek moaned again as he could feel his heartbeat pulse through the length of his entire dick which was almost a ridiculous two feet in length. Chris wrapped his mouth over the head of Derek’s dick this time as he was rewarded with another glob of pre-cum. Again Derek could feel Chris’s weight increase just slightly and he felt his own slightly diminish, but the cherry on top was the fact that Chris’s dick pulsed at his ass hole as it pushed right in with a pop as the head of his dick began to pulse inside his ass. That was all it took for Derek, his breathing quickened as the ropes holding his torso creaked and whined as he forced his hips up off the bed. Chris felt it right as Derek’s cock head throbbed in his mouth Chris could feel Derek’s balls pull up tight in his scrotum as he began to unleash his torrent of cream into the back of Chris’s throat. Chris could feel Derek shrinking smaller as each pulse of cum shot down his throat, filling him with a warm energy that couldn’t be explained. Derek’s dick got easier to fit in his mouth as it shrank down to a more manageable 18 inches. Before he forgot, Chris grabbed another pill and quickly shoved it into Derek’s mouth. Derek, having accepted his fate, swallowed, not wanting to anger the growing beast on top of him. Derek instantly began to moan into Chris’s hand as he could feel Chris’s rigid cock unreel further inside his ass, pushing his ass hole wider as Chris’s already impressive eight incher grew into a thick veiny foot long schlong. “Fuck Yeah! This feels incredible!” Chris in a state of euphoric bliss, began bouncing his pecs as they filled with more muscle. Pushing his already swollen nipples further down his burgeoning meat pillows. Chris reached up and tweaked his nipples and Derek watched as Chris’s arms throbbed thicker and thicker, veins exploding all over the orb of muscle that was beginning to amass on his upper arm. Chris pulled down on his nipples as he felt his ass and legs inflate with more muscle. With his rock hard ass, Chris pushed his hips forward, driving his throbbing dick further into Derek’s ass. As if on cue Derek began moaning as Chris continued to push his dick in to Derek’s hungry hole. “Yeah! You like that you little bitch?” Chris asked with an evil smirk on his face. Even though Derek still had some size on Chris, it wouldn’t take long to even the playing field. Wanting to speed up the process, Chris buried his thick cock to the hilt and simultaneously dove onto Derek’s still hard and throbbing dick. “HOLY FUCK! FUCK ME!” Derek couldn’t hold back as he felt his second orgasm rush up the length of his dick. Chris, already there to collect his sweet bounty began guzzling down cum. Surprised at how much shot out this time, Chris pulled off to catch his breath, allowing cum to shoot up onto Derek’s pecs. Chris swallowed Derek’s cock head back into his mouth to catch the rest of the precious seed that Derek’s dick had to offer. Derek felt his back slide against the sheets as he grew smaller. His once pro IFBB body was slowly getting smaller until finally it stopped. He was now close to the size of an amateur bodybuilder. Derek’s once magnificent arms were now about 18 inches. Still impressive by any standard, but not as big as he liked. What pulled Derek out of his inventory of his own body was the fact that he could now see over his diminished pecs, and what he saw before him was amazing. Before Derek was a true Adonis, a god if you will. Chris had the body of a Greek god as he continued to swell larger. Chris was getting off on his own body as it glistened with sweat. His abs undulated as an 8th row began to form. The sweat ran down from his bulging traps over his boulder like pecs and then dripped off his nipple onto his turgid cock that was inflating inside Derek’s ass even more. Derek moaned as he watched Chris pull an arm up and flex. Derek watched as the peak went from 21 inches to 22 inches. “FUCK YEAH! LOOK AT THEM GROWING EVEN LARGER!!!” It was too much for Chris as he began shooting his load into Derek’s ass, filling it with his seed. Chris flexed his whole upper body in a most muscular. Derek could feel himself on the edge of another orgasm already. Sensing this, Chris grabbed another black pill and brought it up to Derek’s mouth. “Is that really necessary Chris? You’re already massive. Please let me keep what I have left!” Derek pleaded as tears began to build up in his eyes. Chris pushed the pill against Derek’s lips, but he refused to open. ***CRACK*** Chris back handed Derek across the face “MOTHER FUCKER DID I ASK YOU TO TAKE IT? I’M TELLING YOU TO TAKE IT, NOW OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!” Chris’s neck bulged with veins as a new hunger took hold of him. Derek could see it in Chris’s eyes and now feared for his life. With tears streaming down his cheeks again, Derek opened his mouth and accepted the pill from Chris. Chris instantly began sucking Derek’s dick again. Harder and faster than ever before. Derek had to think of something and fast before it was too late. Derek began wiggling his arms and realized that his right arms restraint had become loose, but it wasn’t loose enough to get his arm free. With Derek’s dick in his mouth, Chris began fucking Derek’s ass hard and fast. Derek’s eye’s rolled back into his head as he felt his orgasm near, but did his best to hold it off so he could think up a plan of escape. Chris began getting impatient, so he reached his hand down and wrapped it around Derek’s scrotum. Testicles still the size of baseballs, Chris began to squeeze hard. Derek instantly began shooting his pent up load in a combination of pain and pleasure. Chris unknowingly began squeezing harder as Derek’s sperm caused a spike in his strength. Derek in serious pain now, reached his hand down and grabbed hold of Chris’s wrist to try and get him to let go. As Derek’s hand tugged on Chris’s wrist, they both realized at the same time that Derek’s hand was free. Chris, still sucking on Derek’s dick tried to grab for his free hand as Derek reached for the lamp on the bed side table. Derek grasped the lamp and swung it at Chris’s head causing it to shatter and blind Chris. “FUCKING FUCK!” Chris pulled off of Derek’s dick as he yelled in pain as the shattered glass momentarily blinded him. Chris reached his hands up to shield his eyes, when he did Derek reached up and punched Chris in the scrotum. Chris fell back in pain as one hand covered his eyes and the other grabbed onto his balls. As Chris fell back his gargantuan dick popped out of Derek’s ass along with all of the jizz that had built up inside from his ejaculations. As the last of his cum dribbled from his dick, Derek reached over and untied his other arm. Then he slid under the ropes, once tight around his torso, now clung loosely to him. Derek looked over at Chris who had fallen to the floor in his painful agony, as he hurriedly untied his ankles form the restraints. Derek was mesmerized as he watched Chris stand back up to his full height. He towered over the bed and the truly scary thing was, he was still growing from his last feeding. Derek was in awe as Chris’s dick throbbed even larger in front of him. Still unable to see, Chris began groping around trying to feel for the bed. Chris’s hand finally found the edge of the bed as his growth came to a halt. He had grown far beyond what Derek once possessed. Standing in front of Derek was a man that could win any professional bodybuilding show, no one could come close. His arms were at least 25 inches now as thick veins snaked their way down to forearms that were the size of Derek’s newly diminished arms. Chris’s pecs were so grotesquely massive that his nipples had all but disappeared from view beneath their hard veiny mass. His legs were a whole other story as they were bigger around than his waist. They had to be close to 40 inches. They were ripped and striated and they bulged as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he got closer to the bed. Not realizing how close Chris really was, Derek felt something brush against his leg. Derek was quickly jerked across the bed by an unbelievable force. “I’m GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” Chris grabbed Derek by the throat and pinned him to the bed. Derek could feel Chris’s grip grow tighter around his neck as his vision began to blur. Derek began flailing and as he did his hand caught something. It was a bottle of pills. He sent them flying off the bed and into the wall across the room. Chris turned towards the sound still unable to see, Derek took this opportunity as the last of his consciousness slowly faded, he swung his leg up with all his might and connected his shin right into Chris’s right testicle. Derek heard a pop sound as Chris fell down to his knees using both hands to grasp his damaged testicle. Derek gasped from breath, consciousness quickly returning as air filled his lungs again. He realized it hurt to breath, but Derek had no time to think about that at the moment. Right now Derek knew he needed to get the hell out of there. Derek jumped off the bed and ran for the door, but before he left he remembered the bottle of pills that hit the wall. Derek turned and quickly surveyed the room finding the open bottle with pills scattered across the carpet. Derek rushed to the bottle and began dropping pills back into the bottle. Satisfied he had got them all, Derek stood up just as Chris lunged in his direction. Derek dodged Chris as he ran head first into the wall, knocking him out cold. Derek sprinted out the door as he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt he had found on the desk as he exited the room. Derek shoved the bottle of pills in his pocket and took off down the stairs and out the door as he heard an unfamiliar manly voice from somewhere in the house. “Christopher honey is that you?”

I only re-post this great story, no have more or I'm not the author. "Mike Wants More!!"by musclegod300Mike saw the package on his front step, as he pulled up in his driveway. He quickly got out of the car, with much anticipation. He walked up to the box and read the label. It read "Mega-Booster" in big bold letters "YES it finally came" Mike grinned with excitement He ordered the product out of a newspaper a couple weeks ago, and was waiting for it to arrive with great anticipation. Mike loved working out, and he had a great body to show for it. He stood 6"2 with light brown hair and weighed about 190 of rock hard muscle, and had killer 17 inch arms. He had always wanted to be bigger though, much bigger. So when Mike saw an ad in the paper for an experimental muscle growth, he called up immediately and ordered.. He grabbed the box and set it on the kitchen counter, tearing it open with his arms. It was piled high with syringes, filled with a weird red substance. The directions simply read "Thanks For trying out Mega-Booster. Inject into buttocks only once a day. If you have any question’s call the number on the back of the paper" He grabbed the box and headed upstairs to the bonus room, where he had a small set of weights. Mike quickly took off his belt, to his black business suit. He slowly pulled down his pants in front of the mirror, revealing his shaved muscle ass. He grabbed one of the syringes and held it up to his hard ass "Oh man I hope this works" he mumbled He stuck the need into the side of his rock hard butt, slowly pushing the formula into his body. "Hmm I don’t feel anything" He looked at this piece of paper, wondering if it said how long it would take. Mike shrugged, with a saddened face. "Well It was only $30" Mike shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the weights, and loaded the bench up to 220. He sat down on the bench and pushed up the weights. Something was different though, he felt something in his body. He started pushing the weights up faster. His then felt his pecs pushing out of his body, his balls slowly filling his underwear. He kept pushing the weights faster, Pecs itching with muscle’s as they expanded filling out his shirt. “HAHA Yes Its Working, I’m GROWING” He Loaded more weights on pushing up 270 pounds of muscle, sweat was dripping down to his crotch. “MORE WEIGHTS” He loaded the bar up to 350 pounds His sexual drive was going crazy, as he felt his penis expanding. The weights started to feel like nothing, he was grunting wanting to break out of his clothes, he had to see how huge he had become. He dropped the weights and quickly got up tearing off his shirt, revealing his huge chest. “AW FUCK YEAH” Mike stood there in front of there mirror flexing his huge 19 inch biceps, groping every part of his smooth abs. His pants felt tighter then ever. Sweat was pouring down his back, he could feel it dripping through his rock hard butt. Mike held up his arms, one last time still thinking there to small. “MORE, I WANT TO GET BIGGER” He grabbed one of the needles and flexed his legs ripping off his black pants. “HAHA YES LOOK AT ME” He gazed at his surging cock, pulsing wet with pre-cum. He pulled down his underwear revealing his rock hard ass. He stuck it on the left cheek, squeezing in all the power. He felt it coarse through his penis, as it started tenting his briefs. His huge dick was looking obscene. Mike was now flexing uncontrollably, watching his 20 inch biceps get bigger, he could feel the underwear slipping up his crack. His back was expanding, growing further outward. “AWWW YES PUMP ME MOTHER FUCKER” He tore off his briefs, his pric bouncing up hitting the top of his abs. His penis was growing bigger along with his whole body, soaked in cum. “AW YES LOOK AT MY COCK HAHA” He started bucking his ass, grabbing onto his manhood watching himself grow in the mirror. “HAHA YES I’m GOING TO GET SO FUCKING HUGE” His cock was inching towards his pecs, the more he pumped the bigger he got. Mike wanted more though, the craving was unstoppable. He flexed his 22 inch bicep in the mirror, his legs touching each other warm against his balls. He flexed them trying to make them get bigger staring at the muscle mags on the floor and looking at how big they were. “AHHH NOT BIG ENOUGH, I NEED TO GET BIGGER” He Stuck another needle in his ass, and squirted into his huge body. “HAHAHA YESSSS” Mike’s cock started growing faster, muscle’s bulging out everywhere. Stroking his cock faster rubbing his hands up his ass. “I wanna get So Big I’ll be able to lift a 1000 Pounds NO!!, I wanna be able to lift my car, and then I’ll get bigger UHHHH AHHHH” He bucked his ass uncontrollably his man juice flying all over the mirror. Mike moaned with pleasure as he passed out on the floor, completely covered in his own cum, growing slowly. Mike woke up the next morning still on the floor. The room reeked of muscle and cum, his chest still sticky. He got up slowly and looked in the mirror. “Aw Man Look At me So Fuckin Pumped” He flexed his arms, and his huge legs completely naked getting off on his huge size and power. Mike headed towards the scale in the bathroom, and stepped on it with his huge body. The needle flew past 350 and he heard a loud noise from the scale breaking. “Oh man Over 350 pounds of muscle” Mike grinned He wanted to test out his new strength, he wanted to see how fucking powerful he had become. He quickly took a shower, and put on his baggiest clothes. He filled the duffle bag with the rest of the syringes and headed off to the gym. He took one more shot, before going into the gym. His whole body was pumping with heat. He walked into the gym, all eyes were on him and his new muscle body. Mike noticed his friend Alex on the bench press and decided to pay him a little visit. “Hey Alex” “Oh hey Mike I’m glad you came I was wonWHOA What The FUCK” Alex sat there on the bench in shock, for his friend had become a freaky muscle monster right before his eyes. “How The Fuck Did You get So Big Mike?” “I’m on a new program little guy, Do you think Its working” Mike raised his 24 inch bicep in Alex’s face, He could smell the power coming out of Mike’s pitts his penis swelling as he gazed at Mike’s mammoth bicep. “Whats the Matter Alex, You never seen this much man before haha” Mike flexed harder, this time stretching out his whole shirt, Alex’s pric got harder with each passing moment. “Well Fuck Dude Look at You, Your Huge Mike” Alex stuttered trying to hide his raging hard on. “Oh I Know bro isn’t it great! I swear I can feel my muscles growing right now” He winked At Alex “Ok Well scoot over little Guy I wanna see what these babies can do” Mike loaded up the bar to over 400 pounds He raised up the bar with ease, his pecs ballooned forming a tear down his shirt. “Oh Man this is To Light Add Some More weights on dude” Alex loaded 100 more pounds to the bar, trying to test Mikes strength. Mike raised up the bar his muscle starting to expand, tears forming down his shirt. “AWWW FUCK YEAH GRRRRR, COME ON MORE” Alex loaded another 100 pounds making the bar 600 pounds! Mike tried budging the bar up, his body was tensing up face filled with red. He didn’t want to loose, he needed more muscle. “GRRRRRR AHHHHHHHHH NOOOO” The Bar fell down on his chest, Alex tried lifting it up, some more people came over and helped. They raised the bar back on the rest. “NOOOO” Mike was flexing his muscles, his face was beat red and bulging with veins. “I NEED TO BE BIGGER” “Dude Mike calm down, you just benched over 500 pounds bro” “NOO, I NEED MORE, I NEED MORE MUSCLE!!” He Opened up his duffel bag, and took 2 needles out. He punched them into his solid ass, squirting the red formula into his body. Alex watched in fear, as his friend was crazy with power. Mike’s shirt started tearing as he flexed his mammoth muscles, the shreds dropped to the ground, everyone stared as his chest inflating with veins. “AWW YES, HAHA BIGGER” His shorts started filing up with muscle, his huge dick was visible for everyone to see as it pressed against the tightening shorts. Mike was grunting with rage, he grabbed the huge bar and started curling all 500 pounds. His biceps exploded with muscle, expanding to the size of his waist. He raised the bar over his head, his shorts exploded from his body. His tree trunk legs were covered in sweat, Alex stared at his huge 13 inch cock, stuffed in his white briefs. “COME ON MORE!!” Mike must have weighed close to 500 pounds and growing, He bent down and grabbed the weight machine his briefs tore open releasing his mammoth cock as it fell down to his knees, his huge crack bugling with muscle. Mike tried lifting the machine with all his might. “AHHHH NEED….UH…MORE…MUSCLE” He grabbed the remaining 3 syringes and stabbed them in his ass, he slowly pushed them in one by one.. Mikes body started shaking violently, He watched in the mirror flexing his 30 inch biceps as his whole body flipped into overdrive. “YESSSSS THE POWER!!!” His legs were pushing up against each other becoming the size of tree trucks expanding further away from each other. Hair was growing from his huge arm pitts, as his biceps inflated to extreme proportions. Alex couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his basketball shorts, coming up to Mike naked and started licking his gigantic legs. “HAHA YES WORSHIP ME” 550…560…570… pounds and growing Alex was licking his thighs making his way up to his giant 15 inch penis. Mikes back was expanding to the width of a child and growing bigger. He moaned as Alex licked his huge melon size balls. “AWW YES SUCK ON IT YOU FAG, MAKE ME GROW” 590..600..610…. Mikes penis started getting hard, the ecstasy in his body was insane, he helled his expanding arms up in the air, His manly smell filled with the room. Everyone watched him grow as they jerked there cocks and started worshipping his body. Alex was licking Mikes hard ass up and down. He grabbed onto his back with one motion and stuffed his cock into Mike’s crack, bucking his precum into his growing body. “AW YES, FUCK ME HARDER” 640…650…660.. “FUCK, LOOK AT HOW HUGE I AM” Mike grabbed his cock and stuffed it in his mouth, sucking every part of huge penis, drinking his own man juice shoving it down his throat. Alex grabbed onto mikes insanely huge body bucking his cock faster and faster, pushing it all the way up Mike’s ass. “GETTING SO FUCKIN HUGE HAHA” Mike was rubbing his abs, his balls slapping against his giant legs, slurping on his cock. Alex started bucking his cock faster into his ass. 680…690…700 “AWW SHIT I’m GONNA CUM AHHHHHH” Mike’s cum went flying up his mouth, drinking every ounce of it as he flexed his 37 inch biceps. He could feel Alex’s cum squirting up his ass, the warm man juice dripping down his legs. Mike grabbed Alex off his ass, he held him up in the air with his bare hands. He looked into Alex’s big blue eyes and stuck his tongue in Alex’s mouth, they kissed passionately still with there raging hard ons. Alex groped Mike’s huge chest, and licked his pec’s wildly. Alex looked up at Mike’s face and smiled “You’ll never be to big for me” “Does this mean I can get bigger?” Mike reached for a small pouch in his bag filled with syringes “Cause I still want More…”