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Dino noticed the houses as he got closer to the address that Doc had given him. “Damn, nice neighborhood,” he thought to himself. He felt a little less anxious. What could happen to him in this white bread community? He pulled into the cul-de-sac and parked in front of the house. He still couldn’t believe how turned on he got from Doc’s prostate exam. He never thought he’d love having something up his ass, let alone a dude’s finger. Yet here he was in the car, getting hard just remembering it. Did someone in this house have fingers bigger than the doc? He found himself hoping so as he got out of the car. During the past month, Ruben’s brow had thickened and grown outward. So had his jawline. His traps had swollen up so high he didn’t really have a neck to speak of, just a thick spreading column of muscle, with thick, sausage-sized rolls below the back of his head, pushing his head forward. He looked like a Neanderthal. And now at 498lbs, a very massive Neanderthal. All he had on were a pair of black posers. His thick eight pack abs bulged out over the posers, pushing the waiststrap downward. He grunted deeply as he eyed Dino up and down like a new toy. He squatted down until the knuckles of his left hand touched the floor. He leaned forward on his knuckles, like an offensive lineman. “Play football,” Ruben said. His growing neck muscles were compressing in on his larynx so much that his voice had gotten deeper and more gargled. He charged at Dino like a silverback gorilla, tackling the 300lb powerlifter to the floor. Dino’s big back hit the tile in the foyer so hard that some of them cracked. He’d had the wind knocked out of him as Ruben’s massive shoulder had slammed into his sternum. Ruben straddled him and looked down at him, studying him like he was an insect. Dino struggled but Ruben had ten times his strength and held him with ease. Plus, Ruben had on a pair of sticky gloves, the kind NFL players were wearing now, that quadrupled his ability to hold and control anything in his grip. This was his first time trying them out. Doc had custom-ordered them for him, made to fit his thickly muscled, oversized hands and fingers. Ruben grabbed Dino by the shoulders, then stood up with him, lifting the powerlifter off the ground and holding him airborne. Even Ruben was surprised at how easy it was for him to hold this 300lbs block of muscle. “We wrestle,” said Ruben, lifting Dino overhead, then walking around the living room with him. He threw Dino into a big sofa, so hard that it tipped over backwards. Dino rolled off onto the floor, and started to stand up. Ruben grabbed his by his upper arm and yanked him up and over the sofa. Then he proceeded to toss the big powerlifter around the room, smashing furniture and knocking pictures off the walls. In between tosses, Ruben admired himself in the big mirror over the mantle, flexing his 32” arms and kissing their peaks. He stripped off his poser and went after Dino some more, ripping his clothes off him along the way. On one of his tosses, Dino flew across the room and slammed into an end table, knocking a decorative marble orb off its stand. The orb was the size of a small globe. It rolled across the floor and came to a stop at Ruben’s feet. He leaned over and picked it up in his gloved right hand. He walked over to Dino and pressed his left index finger into Dino’s meaty chest, pinning him to the floor. He put his right hand next to Dino’s ear, and started squeezing the orb. Dino’s eyes widened as he watched the thick network of veins swelling out on Ruben’s 22” forearm. Dino had always been the strongest kid around when he was growing up. By third grade, he could already outmuscle kids who were two or three years older than him. It was like he had entered an early puberty. Then, when he was twelve, he hit an even stronger puberty and grew even stronger. In high school, he loved pushing the smaller kids around. “Runt” he’d called them as he knocked them into locker doors or into bathroom urinals. He got a rush from the bullying. It made him feel superior. When he was seventeen, he started his first steroid cycle. He became twice as strong as any of the other jocks, even the ones who were also using. At that point, he stopped bullying the ‘runts’ so much. It was just too easy. Plus, he saw how they looked at him with fear and awe, and that was enough for his ego. Now, on the receiving end of vastly superior size and power, he knew why they had felt fear and awe. He felt fear from being pinned down so easily, and he felt awe as he heard the marble orb crack under Ruben’s grip. The first crack was loud, especially with the orb nearly touching Dino’s ear. Then Ruben’s thick fingers continued to close around the marble, and Dino heard more and more cracking and crushing. Chunks of marble fell out thru Ruben’s fingers and he crushed down even harder on the remnants, reducing the marble into powder, and letting it sift down onto Dino’s forehead. Ruben snorted derisively as he looked down at the much weaker man at his feet. He reached down and grabbed Dino by his wrist, then dragged him thru the house like a caveman pulling his mate back to the cave. He pulled Dino to the back door, opened it up and dragged him outside, knocking the screen door off its hinges as he powered the 300lb lifter thru it. He tossed Dino off the deck and into the yard. Dino landed with a thud. When he sat up and looked around, he saw that the yard was filled with weights and lifting equipment. In the back, there was a row of Atlas stones lined up. Dino had done a couple of amateur Strongman contests and had some experience with the stones, but these looked bigger than any he had ever tried to lift. Ruben saw him looking back there. He came over to him, picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. He walked to the back of the yard, leaving deep imprints in the lawn from their combined weight of nearly 800lbs. Ruben sat Dino down in front of the first stone. “Lift,” Ruben said. Dino stood up and brushed himself off as he sized up the stone. Now maybe he’d be able to show this brute beast that he had some real strength of his own. At least he hoped so. He walked around the stone and saw on the backside was written the weight. 250kgs it said. Dino knew that was well over 500lbs. He also knew that the heaviest stone he’d ever lifted was 340lbs. And he’d only managed to get that two feet up before dropping it back down. He looked at Ruben, who merely smirked back at him and repeated, “Lift”. So Dino squatted down and wrapped his burly arms around the stone. He squeezed himself into the stone until his big pecs crushed up against it and his forearms had as snug a grip as he could get. Then he started to pull in with his arms, and push up with his big thighs. He grunted and strained, then strained some more. He’d show this big ape. He struggled and struggled. He could feel is eyeballs bulging out and his blood pressure spiking. He was trying with all his might, and was about to give up, when he felt the stone roll toward him, just about an inch. But that gave him hope, and his big hairy thighs started shaking with effort. He pulled and pulled, and finally, he felt the stone lifting, ever so slightly. He bellowed out a roar, and the stone lifted up, an inch off the ground. Then another inch. At three inches, Dino’s grip began to give out. His whole body shook as he tried to hold on, but the stone slipped thru his arms and thudded back to earth. Dino stumbled backwards, and looked at his forearms and chest, all scraped up from the rough stone. Then Ruben stepped up to the stone. He leaned down and put one hand on each side of the 550lbs orb. Then he lifted it off the ground like it was an oversized bowling ball. Dino whispered out a ‘fuck’ as he watched the huge muscleman’s thick, ropey back muscles bulge and ripple with power. Ruben hoisted the stone straight overhead and held it there while Dino looked up at him in awe. Ruben shifted the weight of the stone to his right hand, then took his left hand off it, holding the big stone aloft with one huge arm. He reared his arm back, then threw the stone into the woods behind the house as if it were a baseball. The stone crashed thru the woods like a meteor, smashing tree trunks into splinters on its way. Ruben turned back and looked at Dino. He flexed his huge arms, the biceps peaks pumped and rising to 34 inches. “Oh god,” groaned Dino. He never realized he could be so turned on. Ruben walked over to the second stone. It was marked at 350kgs, which is over 770lbs. Ruben wrapped his arms around it and lifted it up. He squeezed it until it cracked in two against his pecs. The big stone had split even faster than the marble orb. He dropped the two halves down with a thud, then brushed the granite dust off his 80” chest. He went to the third stone, marked at 450kgs. Over 990lbs. He picked it up and put it on his back behind his neck, like Atlas himself. Then he started doing squats. Rep after rep. Twenty, then thirty. His quads bloating with pump. At forty reps, he stopped and shifted the huge stone on his massive bull neck. Then he did ten more reps before he dropped the stone behind him. His quads were swollen to 44 inches and snaked with veins. Sweat ran down his whole body in rivulets. His big horse cock was rock hard and arching up like a satyr’s, with pre-cum pulsing out of it. He lubed himself up with it, then looked over at Dino like he was a snack. He waddled over to the 300lbs powerlifter and lifted him up easily. Then he sat him down on his dickhead and entered him. He air fucked Dino right in the yard, bouncing him firmly up and down with his powerful hands, sliding him up and down his 8pak roidgut. When Dino realized that the massive muscle monster wasn’t trying to split him in two like another Atlas stone, he let the pleasure of it take him over. And as the bigger man entered him deeper with each thrust, Dino felt pleasure that was ten times more profound than the doc’s fingers. Maybe 100 times. He was being manhandled and used by a superhuman brute. And when Ruben looked him in the eye and called him “little bitch” between rough thrusting, Dino came so hard. It spewed out of him like never before. He never thought the day would come that he wanted to be someone’s little bitch, but that day was here, and he loved it.

Wow. That was amazing. In one chapter I am sucked into this world and care deeply for the characters. The level of detail is astounding and give no indication that you haven't penned anything in a few years. I am so excited to read where this will go. For right now I want nothing more than John to recover.

I'm frankly astounded at the detail in the medical parlance here. It isn't easy to pull off without becoming heavy and too detailed. You do it well here. There is detail here in your descriptions that bring us into the mindset of Declann. The scenes before he leaves work, looking into the gym and feeling that he is overmatched to enter (to be a beginner - we've all been there at one point or another), the massive powerful men of the extraction unit moving past with the inner dialog in his mind exposing some deep insecurities, and that impulse to do Good, with a capital G. Then there is the doc. There is a lot to him, many secrets I would say. And I hope we learn much more about him. You've set up the mystery well and accelerated the pace of the plot at the end which contrasted nicely with the more deliberate character development at the beginning. For not having written in 4 years, I would never have known that. You hide your dusty writing chops very well. And we should thank Dredlifter for the idea suggestions too. Good writing is so often a product of at least minor collaborations, yes? Please, proceed with the next bit when you are able.

Hmmm, I wonder if the janitor gets absorbed to and then ends up the dominant personality in the bigger muscle monster. ?

Hello all, Part 2 of Adverse Reaction. I hope you enjoy, will need ideas for my next story, so please feel free to message me with suggestions. For the next few days, Nick avoided me wherever he could. I didn’t see him for several days initially following the unusual events that took place in the gym shower. I had continued to grow all the way back from the gym at a much slower rate; it seemed over the next few days that I also continued to grow increasingly more powerful in the gym. My lifts were going up and up and so was every part of me. I couldn’t believe how strong I was getting, it was like a dream come true. However, despite clearly trying to avoid each other it was inevitable that we would bump into each other in such a small flat. That day came almost 8 days after the shower incident. I was struggling to squeeze myself into my old clothes. My slender jeans and slim fit tops were now discarded in the back of my wardrobe as they split when I put them on. Either that or they fought with pecs for space or dug into my arms and shoulders with incredible discomfort. Now I had to settle for baggy jeans or baggy shorts and my old hoodies or sports jerseys. Unfortunately I owned very few, and all my shirts now, began to stink of man after about 4 hours of wear. Apparently whatever my body was now kicking out, it smelled strong and powerful, just like the rest of me. I waited for a day when Nick wasn’t in. It was a plan that required patience, but I found that my new persona was hungry for a change in the dynamic at home. I grinned as my phone chirped. I looked down and opened up the grindr profile, I had paid extra to have the full app and get the notifications, because it was all part of the major plan. My grin was because, some new pics of me had sent my sexual appeal into the stratosphere and I was enjoying my new found appeal by fucking tight ass like a man in a desert, drinking water, for the first time in months. One new revelation out of all of this, was an increasingly dominant and slight sadistic streak in the bedroom, which had proceed to have grown only stronger in keeping with my outward appearance. I loved to watch down over my newly minted pectorals to see them suck me off, their eyes fixed on mine. The power of it. I knew I was getting hooked on it as a sensation. However, I also knew my plan involved me having to put that to one side, to achieve what I wanted. Knowing what I liked as a dominant in the bedroom, I began to talking to fellow dominant muscle guys. Guys who could gift me the very thing I craved. More power. Posing as a fit, athletic submissive, I found it tough to find the right dominant. Until today. I knew my housemate was out. The timing was perfect. This guy was just right. Arrogant and rude. Older by 15 years. Married with kids. Bulging with muscle and hung to fuck. I couldn’t steal from a guy like me, I had to take it from someone with ego, someone who looked down on me. Someone who only saw me as an inferior male specimen. The phone chirped again. As was the plan, he was coming right over from the gym. I had to be ready for him, on my knees, wearing a sports vest and a jockstrap. I looked over at the bedside table. There waiting for him, fresh from the gym, was an ice-cold, orange coloured protein shake. As I heard the handle of the front door turn, I was on my knees, I picked up the protein shake and held it out in front of me. If this worked, well… This was going to be amazing. He entered. He said nothing, but snatched the shake and kicked me backwards onto the floor from my kneeling position. I dulled the malevolent look in my eyes and watched as he drank the post-workout shake as I had offered to have ready for his arrival. If it tasted of anything, he did not express it. I watched his thick, powerful arms hold the shaker aloft. Sweat streaked his huge physique, he wore only a black string vest and some loose red gym shorts. He kicked off his shoes and stepped towards me. I could smell his fresh, fierce gym scent. My face in line with his crotch, I could smell his uncut cock. Suddenly it kicked in the light polyester shorts. It surged towards me, huge. Bigger than Sam. He growled as I massaged his legs, the organ pulsing to life, growing hard and thick. Moments later, he had lost control, grabbed me by the vest and the jock, shouldered his way into the bedroom and dumped me on the bed. Only, this was Nick’s room. I didn’t have time to correct things, as this guy was on me. Using me for his own pleasure. His cock pulsed down the length of my back, he grabbed me by the neck and I felt the searing pain of his cock enter me. It was brutally painful and I grunted, but he stifled it with one big sweaty palm over my face. He rammed my face into the bed, forcing my ass up. My hands gripped the edge of the mattress and I was forced to breath in my housemates acrid stink, which would have previously made my own cock harden. But I was becoming a different creature now. I wanted to fight back and push this asshole off me. But I wanted to grow. I had to be right, it had to be this luminous orange shit Sam had been necking everyday. The guy behind me, grunted and laughed at my apparent pain. His organ really was monsterous and he was damn strong. I could hear the wooden bedframe, creak, that unmistakeable sound of wood splitting as he ploughed me. Nick’s furniture moved across the floor between each, titanic thrust. Then it happened, I felt his cock thicken, and then thicken again, straining my hole. I felt him began to fire round after round into me. The change, was immediate. I felt it inside me. Like a spark to a freestanding pool of diesel. I ignited. My head rose up. “Oh fuck yes… FUCK…. YES….” Was about all I could utter as it ripped through me. Energy, masculine energy suffused my limbs. I felt my ass kick back, my thighs bulge with new mass. Fuck, I felt strong. My back cracked and I lengthened up the bed. I grinned as it hit my shoulders. I was no longer able to hold onto the roleplay fantasy as I felt my shoulders undulate and widen, lats surging in power. “Yes… I’m g-growing… This is fucking amazing…” I felt the softening cock slip out from me. I rolled over and saw the expression in his face. It was a face I had not seen before, a mixture of revulsion and desire. He loathed watching me grow but desired it for himself. He was torn, he felt drained, he wanted to leave, but he needed to know how too. I extended my longer legs over the bed, sprung forward with my strengthening arms and stood in front of him. I grinned at him only now slightly less tall than him, but in a split second, the margin vanished. I growled again. My pecs surged and thread of my vest creaked and split at the shoulder. I inhaled deeply and the split widened into a tear, revealing the bulging mass beneath the fabric. Another tear, this time from below. He looked down and went pale. His prior former glory, soft and hanging limp, looked smaller than he had every seen it. It’s mass, very obviously being siphoned into its opposite number as my small jock was being shredded by the growing mound of my package. I laughed as it tore open the jock at my right hip and my newly grown organ fell forwards, thick, large and pointing menacingly at him before it pulsed larger again. My nuts beneath, not left out from the transformation. I brought my arms up and flexed, they bulged with power. My features refining, my masculinity surging as he, went the other way. His previous bulging ripped physique, was still big, but much softer. He was shorter, looked less masculine but I mostly seemed to have drained him of his cock, which looked woefully average now. He looked between my taught biceps and his own softer upper arms as I flexed, I was captivated my their shape and bulge, a big thick vein now across the surface of my left bicep. I looked back at him. “Now fuck off, or I’ll take more…” His trainers made a plastic squeal as he made for the door, stumbling twice over his now, too large shoes. I grinned, turned to Nick’s mirror and flexed. This was amazing. It would be several more days before I could take this new found ability and turn it back against Nick. Had I felt any pang of morality about going through with it, it seemed to evapourate with my last growth. I considered, I was becoming no better than Nick or the asshole who just saw me as a convenient hole, but somehow, I didn’t seem to mind. ********* It was on the day when I had no more clean sports jerseys to wear that I squeezed my newly bolstered frame into the biggest tee I had. Instead of looking ridiculous, I looked incredible. I was never going to hide myself again I snickered, watching myself in the bathroom mirror, my biceps straining the sleeves, chunky veins emerging from beneath the cuffs and my new enhanced pectoral shelf straining the shirt. Just looking at myself made the sleeping organ in my jeans pulse. As I was about to flex in the t-shirt, I heard the door to the bathroom swing open and Nick stepped in. He was dressed only in a towel. “I need a shower” “Yeah, I’m nearly done Nick, you can wait 2 minutes” My blood burned as it pumped through me. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had stood up to Nick, this was incredible. He looked at me malevolently. As I finished tusseling my hair with wax in the mirror, I gazed admiringly as my biceps swelled at bulged as my hands worked on my coarse, thicker hair. I glanced across in the mirror, Nick was watching my arms too as our eyes never met. “Right, all yours bro…” I grunted and exited the shower, smiling at the unmistakable hardening of Nick’s thick organ against his towel. He would never before have gotten aroused by me, but I couldn’t be sure if it was his protein that caused it, or whether Nick had always been secretly attracted to muscular jocks. As I walked out of the bathroom, it dawned of me that Nick would be in there for some time. His room would be unguarded. Checking over my shoulder, I crept into his room. The scent of his room more familiar now that my own bedroom was developing its own masculine scent. A quick glance across the counters and floors, did reveal that Nick had been entertaining Jenna recently. He left the very thing that I wanted, just lying there. I grinned and got to work. I traced the edge of my water bottle with a finger through the car ride, its precious cargo the only thing I could think about. Nick’s malicious gaze continued to drift from the traffic ahead onto my swollen arms, the size and obvious power, stretching the sleeves of my previously baggy t-shirt, whereas his underarmour hid what he had clearly lost very well. He had managed however, to quite easily convince himself, he was no less of a man than he was the previous week. As we arrived at the gym, as we exited the car I took my first gulp of my water bottle, the lemon juice not really disguising the digusting taste of his ejaculate. I loved the feeling of pure energy as it burned down my throat before setting a raging fire within my gut. More suddenly than I expected I began to feel myself grow as we crossed the car park, I could feel the arms of my t-shirt dig into hardening biceps, my burgeoning arm reached down to readjust my package which was becoming rather uncomfortable in my new jock, I bought to replace the previous one. “Stop playing with yourself…” Nick scolded his voice breaking as he did so. I loved the feeling, watching him wilt as I grew stronger and stronger. It was hard to avoid the temptation to drink all of the contents of my shake, but I resisted. I walked over to an empty weight bench, the agreed exercise to be shoulder press. After a quick warm up, I grabbed his usual working weight and hefted it over to him. He looked a little anxiously at the large imposing dumbbells before turning his face into a snarl. He hardened the look as he got his arms into the perfect start position with a little help. I stood back and took another big swig of the potent protein shake. On his second rep and his arms visibly twinged as his muscle thinned, his face strained as his arms struggled. “Bro…” he struggled growing red in the face As his face glowed so the change rocketed through me, I could feel my chest swell outwards. My tee was now edging towards dangerously snug. The end of my shorts were now rubbing the top of my knee and not the top of my calf as the flourishing muscle and elongating limbs, pulled them vertically. I positioned myself behind him, and applied a very firm pressure from beneath his elbows to help with the weight, but he still struggled, the contours of his elbows feeling flatter and softer. His weakening arms inched upwards a little more before stopping, as his muscle ebbed, it felt like I was draining it right out of him. Nick’s arms collapsed and the heavy dumbells came clattering to the floor, he leaned forwards onto his knees totally spent. Before we switched seats I took another big swig of the shake. My weight was less than Nick’s but much more than I would normally throw around. I hefted the weight into position, getting one up with the help of a quad, as the undeniable cracking of the hem of my shorts resounded in the air of the gym. I pressed the weight, from my stance I could feel the bulge in my underwear swell, the feeling of wellness and masculine power bolt through me as I pressed the weight, after the second rep, it felt light. It felt like the worlds best pump. But I knew better, I was growing still. I racked the weight, and grinning, watched Nick’s face fall as I grabbed more weight. I restarted shoulder pressing the heavier dumbells, now matching Nick’s weight, it was tough at first but it got slowly easier as I felt my growth continue but at a slower pace. The delts fought back hard against the taught fabric, the power of the muscle winning out on the fifth rep, as two seams cracked. The protuberant muscle tearing the fabric apart. I grinned at Nick who looked white with shock. The sixth rep, forced the muscle to bulge larger again, the stronger, harder, steely muscle tearing more of the seam like a knife through butter. I felt the pressure around that shoulder relax and I grunted a lewd moan, feeling the sinew burst from its cloth prison. “Oh fuck yeah… growing…” I grunted. I turned to the mirror, bringing both my arms up displaying their new expanded form. As I gently flexed, more cracking was audible. I drank in my new form, whilst openly taking long stares at Nick, he seemed weaker by the second where as I was empowered. My skin seemed to glow with vitality, my features more masculine and edgy and my eyes sparkled. I couldn’t remember, ever feeling this good. I think, looking back on it now, objectively, this would probably have been enough to address the power balance in the flat, to bring things back to an even keel, but something inside me had grown stronger too. I felt that “evens” wasn’t enough, I didn’t even wrestle with the desire, I simply gave into it, to the temptation to take more, to feel the power course through me again. I chugged some more protein shake and suggested some lateral raises. Nick for the first time, seemed almost defeated but agreed. I watched as we moved over to the smaller free weights. I watched Nick gingerly pick up the 8kg. “Shoulder injury…” he coughed, by way of an excuse for not using his normal weight. I watched as he began the exercise, his weakened musculature, struggling with the small weight. His arms shook and sweat seemed to pour out of him. I grabbed heavier weights and began exercising next to him. My eyes firmly locked onto the powerful body I barely recognised in the mirror, Nick looked on, watching striations burst out of my skin into prominence. Exhausted he let the weights hang by his side as I grabbed heavier ones. By now, I could feel others in the gym watch as my shoulders swelled and veins pulsed over the surface. I wracked the dumbells and brought my arms up into a flex. The swollen arms and shoulders, openly tearing the arms of my vest with audible cracks. “YEAH!” I roared, totally absorbed in this power, not caring how the transformation was affecting not just my body, my whole personality. On reflection, how many of us could be in this situation and not take it all, how many of us would turn down the opportunity to be elevated above others. Maybe, the old me could have turned back on it, but the testosterone tearing through my body, urged me on, pressing me to turn the knife in Nicks wound. At least, I tell myself it was that. Before I could pose again, Nick was gone. I glanced over to see him slip back into the changing rooms. I grinned, casually following him, sauntering through the gym, as other guys eyed my new form, probably the first time they’ve ever noticed me over my flatmate. In the changing rooms, Nick stripped and hurried into the shower. I could barely stop myself from grinning as my ruined workout shirt hung off my surging frame. I gently peeled the remains off, letting it drop to the floor as my chest caught my eye. Not only was it distended with muscle, but a fine coat of hair was now generously coating it, only adding to overstate the power and evolutional masculinity behind such a display. My thickened legs were swelling as I padded from foot to looking in the mirror, eagerly flexing my now bulgy and rounded biceps, the forearms crammed with veins and distended with a sickeningly thick spread. I chugged down the last of the precious shake. My eager guzzling causing the odd drip to land haphardly on my swollen pectoral shelf. Even as my left hand casually quested for it, I felt it absorb into my skin. It was like my body was adapting to Nick as a source of food. With my legs rolling over each other, I made for the shower. I knew Nick would want to once again try and put me in my place, with the only advantage he still had. I deliberately entered the shower, facing an opposite shower head to Nick. I felt the familiar surge within me, the change was coming, and this would be a big one. I knew Nick had his back to the shower head, as he always did, any excuse to show off his almighty package to anyone who would glance at it. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, his once proud muscle, softened, his hard look now distinctly puffier and flatter. His once thick neck, now looking thinner and less impressive. His typically rounded biceps looking more fusiform and slender. Yet, I was still aware his package had remained large. In his rush to get into the shower, he hadn’t appeared to notice the other changes to his body. “You think that I wouldn’t notice Sam?” He said suddenly, as I felt my back begin to furtively thicken. “Notice what bro…?” I asked innocently, turning halfway to face him. “You stealing my protein powder… It’s really good stuff bro, but I’ve hidden it now. I’m not sharing anymore with you, so enjoy the growth, because believe me, when I get back on it, I’m gonna make your life pure hell” He grinned at me his features malevolent. His hand reaching down and palming his thick, long piece of meat, grabbing the base, he gave it two quick tugs. If he registered that it didn’t seem as big, or as long as usual, his face didn’t reflect that. “However big you get, you’ll never be bigger than me where it really counts” He said laughing. But his laughter died away when I turned to face him. He drank in the image, watching, as my muscles seemed to bulge bigger. His mouth moved wordlessly as if trying to speak but unable. I felt the dragon roar up within me as power streamed through my body. I felt my legs lengthen, taking my growing profile in higher, I couldn’t believe how strong, how powerful I felt. “Alright fine…” I said finally, breaking the silence “But… I think you’ll find Nick… that I’m the one bigger where it counts and if I’m bigger, you have to suck it…” I continued Nick, his eyes darting between my chest, abs and, what was now a bigger than average flaccid cock. “Heh, I’m still bigger bro, you got yourself a deal. And if I’m bigger I guess that means you have to suck mine!” he grinned. “well… alright then…” I said feeling my growth slacken off again He began massaging his cock, it would have been impressive by anyone’s standards, of course, anyone that hadn’t seen Nick before this week. Now as I played with my own thicker, longer tool, it felt great as it engorged and grew hard as steel, the whole throbbing pole feel amazing in my hand, better than ever before. What I presume Nick used to feel. My bigger, swollen balls, pulsed with energy, my skin on fire. To my surprise, Nicks cock thickened obscenely, hanging lower and lower as he caressed it with a fist, soon it grew harder and began rising up, pointing straight at me. My sword rising to meet the opponent, like the calm before a joust or fencing tournament. He stepped forward, my eyes angled downward to meet his, I was growing taller. Again if he registered this, he chose to ignore it. Instead, he grabbed my big thickening pole and pulled me in closer toward him. But I grinned as I felt his purple, engorged cock head jab into my abdomen. My own cock, falling just a few millimetres short to do the same to him. I watched Nick return the smug, arrogant look plaster all over his face again. “Heh, you know, I’m gonna enjoy this…” he smiled, placing a hand on my thickened and bulging shoulder. I tried to look dismayed as I sank to my knees, the flexion making my quads bulge and distend. I’m not certain if Nick noticed much of what was happening, but glint in his eye suggested that somehow he was oblivious. I gazed upward, with as much of an innocent intent as I could muster, made all the easier as he gently slapped his cock against my mouth. I didn’t even have to time react as he bucked his now seemingly slender hips forward and penetrated my mouth with his thick organ. I concentrated on supressing my gap reflex and kneading the rigid shaft with the breadth of my tongue as he firmly handled the sides of my head for his own pleasure. As he thrust in, I could feel the last of the effects of the tainted protein shake start to slacken, but things were already accelerating toward my eventual victory as I watched Nick sneer, his legs buckle and toes curl. His insistent and powerful thrusting increased in intensity but weakened in power. I could take his cock more manageably in my mouth; I knew my grip on his legs strengthened as those very legs diminished. Then I felt it, before he knew about it, before even the tidal wave of his cum hit me. I felt the spark of power deep within me, grow hot and brighter with every passing second. I focussed on feeding that sensation and sucked hard on his cock and it felt like the dam burst within him as his cock pulsed and rope after rope of his thick white ejaculate launched into my mouth. I felt like I had the energy to run a marathon or move boulders, as I continued to suck hard on his organ. Within seconds, my thickened musculature began to grow again as I took everything Nick had to offer. I glanced up at Nick, his head back, totally gripped in pleasure, his eyes half closed. I watched as I saw his chest weaken, his abs lose definition, and his thighs lose the impressive thickness. I knew his cock was shrinking too as my mouth now held his whole length easily. I also knew exactly where it was going. On my knees, my now impressive slab of meat between my legs was hanging over a bigger pair of bull balls and grazing the wet tile beneath my legs, with every passing second, I felt it reel out and rest on the tile like a python. I couldn’t physically wait to see the new me, but I could feel myself growing larger and stronger by the second. The feeling was indescribable, save for the undeniable and unassailable power that coursed through every inch of my body. As pleasure washed over him, he placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, as he looked down, curious about the sheer size and breadth of the rugged, rock hard shelf he had gripped on to. As our eyes met, I licked the head of his cock clean and pulled the much shorter, dare I even say small, cock from my mouth and grinned up from the floor at him. He said nothing, as his eyes darted around my newly enhanced body. In a split second, his cock bucked and he came again, only managing two single ropes this time as it shot out and hit my chest. He watched as it absorbed into my skin and my pecs swelled even more freakishly than before. My shoulders widened and a involuntarily growl escaped my throat as I grew again. He fearfully stepped back, that’s when he noticed his transformation, in the opposite direction. “Whu- you… you took it?” “You gave it…” “No… I would never give it…” His voice sounding hollow and almost childlike “How…?” he ventured “I think it’s your protein, it’s nothing I’ve done” I said flatly I rose to my feet. I had grown so large, I put my final height at maybe 6’4, maybe more, my muscle, huge, thick, maybe 250/260lbs easily, eager and desperate to be used. I looked down at him, gone were the protuberances of his muscle, the towering, masculine height. His cock limp and shrunken. Despite this, his wolfish good looks remained, and the innocence in his face made his eyes sparkle even more. There was little more to say. He took one last look at what used to be his before turning and running. By the time I had gotten back to the flat that night, he was already gone. His stuff was mostly packed, he’d left most of his clothes, since they no longer fit him but he’d packed the important stuff. He left the weights and the bench. But I suspected that now they would be too light for me. I walked into the kitchen, not unhappy with my current situation. I wore only a pair of sweat pants, my big, muscled physique clearly on display, my obscene bulge displayed through the thick cotton fabric. I smiled as realised Nick left all his food, kitchen supplies and his vast array of supplements. But, on closer inspection, there was a gap above the refrigerator, my new vantage could show me that there was a footprint where something used to be. Nick had taken the experimental protein shake with him.

Hey guys, for those of you that read my stories in the now sadly departed unfiltered section, you'll be aware that I liked to experiment with my stories and not just do plain old stories , the story I'm now doing will firstly be split Into a few short parts , eventually leading to a much bigger final story later down the line. Your fictional or real replies will have some say towards the final story. So here goes............... So after weeks and weeks of auditions and many many photo shoots at competitions and at gyms we are now finally down to our last 2 Candidates and you the online audience are gonna help us decide which candidate we pick for our brand new growth serum, now as you have seen over the many weeks we haven't gone for your typical skinny guy wanting to get huge! We decided to pick guys who were already fucking huge and wanting to get even bigger! We all sorts of candidates of fitness models right upto competitive athletes and bodybuilders, some just came along for the ride but the bulk of them were deadly serious. It was that that made the decision even harder but I think we have chosen the right 2 people. So how are you going to help us pick the ONE? Well each week we are going to post a picture we took of the candidates doing various poses in different environments, now we know that each persons genetics are different, so we have tried our best to get each pose as similar as each other even though weights and heights maybe slightly different. All you need to do is pick your favourite based on the poses and leave your selection in the comments section with a little explanation as to why you picked that candidate. So without further ado let's meet our final 2. The first pose off you need to chose from is rear lat spread. Candidate 1: Regan , 24, Canadian. We chose this picture as it shows Regans impressive width and thickness off very well. We love the thick slabs of muscles last racking out of his sides and the thickness of his lower back too. Candidate 2, Dan, Romanian. I think it's quite clear why we chose Dan, we all think that back is freakishly impressive, the thickness and width is mindblowing and the definition is crazy for that mass! So, there you have it guys, Regan or Dan Pt 1 , it's over to you!

Dan i go for Dan

A combined behemoth of pure sex!

Part 9 Seth and Trevor finish changing at the gym and then head out to a sports bar before making their way over to the arena. As they walk in, Trevor again admires how huge Seth looks, towering over everyone in sight. Not to mention his incredible width. Seth is two, sometimes three times wider than the puny people he walks by. It's crowded but given Seth's size and height, he's so easy to spot that Trevor would never lose track of him. Trevor swoons as Seth has to turn and duck to get through the metal detectors, accepting comments of surprise from the arena's security team. As the pair head toward their seats Trevor can't help but contrast and compare every one else's size. The size of other people's arms and chests, their breadth and especially their height. Trevor feels like he's in a twilight zone as he looks around. It feels like not a single person is shorter than him! A few girls are his height, but so many are even taller! And all the guys seem to hit 6ft at the lowest! To Trevor it really feels like he is shrinking in the crowd. Seth seems to sense all the large young adults around too. He can't help but agree that they all look taller and more athletic that normal. Seth doesn't say anything but notices how small Trevor looks among the crowds as well. Perhaps it just the nature of being at an athletic event, having so many superior built people around, an observation that Seth remarks on. “College students are getting huge, aren't they Trevor," he says with a quick wink and a smile. Trevor grins, but feels tiny as usual as is becoming all too normal for him. The two find their seats and enjoy the first half of the game. Trevor especially loves how Seth's mass encroaches on his own chair. Arena seats were not meant for 6'10+, 350 lb muscle giants. The entire time Seth's bulging biceps are pressed up against Trevor's shoulder, though Trevor doesn't mind. Trevor feels really bad for whichever unlucky schlubs got seated being Seth. At one point, Seth simply reaches around and beyond Trevor and rests his big arm on the back of Trevor's chair, caccooning Trevor within the confines of a tight space created by Seth's mass of pecs, shoulder, biceps and forearms. He feels like big Seth's protected date. It gives him a strange comfort. Trevor turns to his side and sees Seth's massive shirted armpit looming at eye level, giving off an intoxicating masculine and musky smell. At halftime the two get up to get snacks. As they wander the corridor searching for food, they hear a familiar, deep and jocular voice call out. “YO! BIG SETH!” Trevor freezes in place, recognizing the voice as well...although it seems deeper than he remembered. He looks up to see Seth is waving his big hand high up in the air. Seth is so tall that he can easily see who shouted at him, while the entities are hidden from Trevor among the sea of people. “HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, MY BIG DUDE! DAMN, LOOKING JACKED AS EVER!” Eventually the crowd parts and Trevor looks up, way up, to a beautiful, ridiculously attractive young couple. Brooke and her new boyfriend, Jack, are attending the game as well. As they walk toward the boys, Seth quickly looks down at Trevor with a shrug and an apologetic look. "I didn't know they'd be here," he mouths to Trevor. Trevor watches from as the gorgeous couple approach. Brooke towers over girls and guys alike, even more so in her 2" heels. She is truly a sultry college coed giant in her tight baby-doll tee adorned with the teams logo stretched across her ample breasts. And right beside her is Jack, towering even above her. Jack's t-shirt is also very tight due to his own exceptional musculature, not lagging too far behind Seth. Jack has a shit-eating grin as he approaches, which only accentuates his pretty boy frat jock face. Trevor gulps as they approach, seemingly rising higher and higher. Trevor can't help but mutter to himself how incredible they look together. "Jeezus....they are so tall... so FUCKING TALL... Perfect muscles..." he says to himself, feeling his cock stir in his jeans. Brooke smiles and greets Seth. “Omigod Seth! It's so good to see you! Looking buff and tall as ever! Wow! Whenever I think you can't get any bigger, your arms look like they have an entire new inch on them.” Seth smiles graciously, always happy to received compliments on his physique. “Yeah, bro! I'm never gonna get as jacked as you if you keep packing on the muscle like that! Give me a chance to catch up, Brah!” Jack adds. “Thank you Brooke. And no way, Jack! The bigger the better right? Haha, I hope you are enjoying your time on campus being the big dog because when I come back I intend to TAKE OVER!” Seth grins and quickly flexes his cannonball right arm. His sleeve is mercifully are able to resist the onslaught...for now. Jack throws his head back and laughs before reaching out to feel Seth's massive arm, causing a fit of jealousy in Trevor. Trevor's heart flutters more as he notices now that when Seth raises his arms to flex, his own head would be UNDER Seth's arms when standing up straight! The thought that Seth can now literally flex OVER him makes him feel even tinier around these giants. As Seth, Jack and Brooke chat, Trevor can't help but feel like a midget. He realizes that he doesn't reach the shoulders of any of the three. The three giants completely blow him away. And not just Trevor. Looking around, everyone can't help but notice the three amazingly fit and good looking coeds dwarfing everyone in the concourse. Trevor hasn't seen Brooke since the breakup and also since she is so busy with basketball and he can't deny she is hotter than ever...and taller. Trevor composes himself and decides to join the conversation. "How tall are you now, Brooke?" Brooke jerks here head to the side looking for that little voice she hears. She looks over to the small man next to Seth. Trevor's heart sinks as he realizes that she hadn't even noticed that he was there. He guesses that this is most likely because he looks so small while standing next to Seth. "Oh! Hi there Trevor.. I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there. I hope you're doing well. It's great that Seth took his little buddy out to a basketball game. Oh, to answer your question I measured in at 6 ft 5, Trevor! Isn't that awesome! Tallest on the girls basketball team! And I'm maintaining my proportions so well, don't you think? I don't look stretched out at all.” Brooke giggles while turning and twisting her form to show off her rockin' body, smiling proudly. She looks so happy, energetic and radiant. Trevor had been worried that should would come off as frosty once they inevitably ran into each other again and it was something he'd been fearing. But Brooke seemed to harbor no ill will at all... Unfortunately, this makes Trevor feel worse. He would've rather she felt more uncomfortable around him. Instead, it felt like Brooke had completely moved on and was as happy as she could be. It felt like she had indeed outgrown and moved on to bigger and better things and perhaps had even forgot about him as he dwindled from her sight. Seth congratulates her. "Well it looks good on you. Good thing you are growing too! You'll need to keep up with Jack here, he measured in at six foot eight the other day." Brooke giggles some more and gropes Jack's heaving pecs. She gives him a pec on the cheek while kicking up her back foot. "Oh I know, Seth! He's so hot. I just love my BIG and TALL hunky man.” You couldn't wipe the proud grin off of Jack's stupid...yet incredibly handsome face as his super tall vixen girlfriend dotes on him. “I measured him too last night when we were um...having fun, hehe! We love measuring things." The three giants throw back their heads and laugh. They continue to chat, forgetting once again that Trevor is lingering right there underneath them. "Sounds like things are going well, Brooke," Seth adds. "Oh yes. We're on top of the world. Jack here leaves me feeling happy and ... well... more fulfilled than any man I've been with, let's just say!" Trevor's dick shrivels even more at these revelations. And what is crazy is he honestly doesn't think Brooke is trying to degrade him. To Trevor, it really was like she was talking as if he wasn't there. All three of the giants are. “I guess that when you are nearly a foot shorter than everyone else that can happen," he thinks. It is then that Trevor notices how Seth is still well taller than Jack, who was just revealed to be at six foot eight. Obviously his relief that Seth's growth had slowed was not entirely true as he seemed to dwarf even Jack. As the giant's conversation winds down Brooke looks around in curiosity, eventually again catching Trevor's eye. "Oh, yes! Trevor. I forgot you were here. Good to see you again, how are you?" Jack jumps in as well, grinning stupidly way down at the tiny man whose woman he had easily won by being the bigger, better man. A thought that fills him with pride. "Trevor! My man, how's school going? Haven't seen you around much. And I can usually spot people from a long ways away since I'm so tall, bruh! Haha. But I guess you sorta get lost in the crowds a bit, huh, being short and all.” Trevor rolls his eyes. “Hi Jack. You're looking good too.” Trevor can help but comment on his form, causing Jack to smile even wider showing his perfectly straight white teeth. “School is going well. I'm talking some different business classes. Keeps me busy with the studying. I have one professor who-” “-That's cool, man.” Jack rudely cuts him off, bored with Trevor's story. "Well, halftimes about over, we'd better head back to watch the game. It's great to see you Seth! Can't wait until we can lift and grow together. Just us two huge muscle bros getting bigger and bigger!" Then to Trevor's horror performs a simple act that completely crushes his will. As Jack turns to guide Brooke back to their seats, Jack reaches over and pats Trevor on the head. “See ya later, little guy!” he says with a smug grin. "Seth, say 'hi' to Stacy for me!" Brooke smiles and waves to Seth and Trevor as they saunter away, seemingly unconcerned about Jack's act. Seth too has noticed and does his best to pretend it didn't happen, hoping that by ignoring the action it won't stir up his little buddy. Nonetheless, Trevor can't help but feel that he has been truly dominated and emasculated by Jack, the bigger, stronger, better looking man. Back at their seats Seth admits, “That was pretty douchey by Jack. Sorry about that man.” “It's ok. Jack won the girl. He's a jock. He had to gloat, its in his nature.” Seth smiles down at Trevor. “Well if he ever gives you too much shit, let me know. Jack may be big...” Seth proudly flexes his monstrous biceps. “But I'm WAY bigger.” After the game that night, Trevor is laying on Seth's couch surfing the internet on his phone before bed. After the events of the game and recalling Seth's comment at the gym, Trevor is researching Elongro in more detail. The new rounds of size inadequacy have relapsed his psyche into a state of inferiority. Trevor feels like he is literally shrinking in the presence of all his close acquaintances. And if the last measurement was accurate he really was shrinking! Trevor begins to wonder, did he inject himself correctly? The vial he bought seems to be working exponentially more effectively than any dose he'd read about. Well, it is on his friends. Seth, the girls, Jack, are all far exceeding the expected results that have been documented on the deep web forums of the internet. Trevor thinks he must have done something wrong with his injection. Trevor still had the vial back home in the back of his fridge, even though the vial had enough for five people and now five people had been dosed. Since Trevor hadn't been growing, a few days ago he took it out and examined how much liquid remained. It looked like there was enough liquid for about half of a dose, maybe a little less. Through Trevor's research he has discovered that black market Elongro has skyrocketed to over $20,000 per vial due to its growing demand, so he quickly determines that a new vial was is of the question. Considering injection the remaining drug, Trevor also researches the potential side effects of a second shot. Because the drug was designed to be effective after one shot, there is very little information to find. The majority of what he finds states that there were no effects, that Elongro acted like a vaccine, only one dose was needed and it would work or it wouldn't. He did find a few sparse mentions of 'light adverse reactions' with no further detail but nothing that looks worrisome. Most the sites simply restate the original warning, that as long as you were past puberty there should be no devastating health consequences of a second dose. Trevor looks up to see Seth wandering the hall getting ready for bed, his wide shoulders nearly touching each side as he struts down the hall, filling it with his warm, pulsing masculine size. Fuck, Trevor wants to be that big so bad. To take up that much space. To have that much MASS. As he admires his friend's gigantic frame he decides that he just has to try it again. Perhaps when he first injected maybe he missed his blood stream and the Elongro dissolved or went somewhere else in his body where it wasn't synthesized. Spurred on by desperate jealousy, Trevor plans right there and then to take a second shot when he gets home. Even though he only had half a dose, even if he could get half the results that Seth was having, that would be a dream come true after what he's gone through. Trevor drifts to sleep, imagining just half the gains of Seth. Imagining himself growing eight inches taller, adding 100 lbs of muscle. His dick hardens as he drifts to sleep imagining being a large powerhouse of a man like his best friend Seth. The next morning a thump wakes Trevor. He bolts upgright and notices Seth has wandered into the living area to greet and wake Trevor. Being so wide Seth, has understandably thumped the hallway wall with his huge elbow. Seth, still in morning zombie mode rubs the sleep from his eyes. “AHHHHHH. Good morning dude.” “Ugh, is it morning already, Seth?” Trevor does the same, clearing the fog from his brain. As his vision clears he once again looks upon Seth's incredible body...and specifically one incredible body part. Seth hasn't realize it but he still has a case of morning wood. Seth stands there godlike in just tight briefs. With a yawn he stretches his hands up to the tall ceiling and palms it easily. Trevor is stunned at the display, knowing that it would take a running jump for him to be able to touch that same ceiling. With his hands up, his uber-masculine, muscle-packed body literally stretches from ceiling to floor. Halfway down, or up depending on where you start, the powerful display is bisected by a raging bulge stretching the briefs to the max. Trevor stares in disbelief as the thick cock nearly reaches halfway down his long meaty thighs and his ponderous balls completely fill up the pouch of the underwear. Trevor silently wonders why Seth wears underwear at all given how confining it must be to his huge mega cock. The thickness of the manhood has swelled too, making it as thick as a baseball bat and in Trevor's head that's what he starts to really compare it to. Trevor mentally calculates how big it must be, realizing with a jolt that it looks to be over a foot long, even on his enormous body. On some tall guys, sometimes even a big cock doesn't necessarily look that big because their frames are so long...Seth does not have this problem. Seth continues to stretch and shake out his long, muscular limbs. Trevor finds the scene incredible erotic even in its banality. He starts breathing heavily, his cock quickly reaches full mast. Unable to contain himself, he blurts out. “Holy fuck dude, how BIG is that thing???" Trevor's outburst brings Seth back into reality. He looks down at his tent and starts laughing. "Fuck dude... sorry! I didn't notice! I wake up most mornings with crazy wood but I usually, um, take care of things with Stacy before getting breakfast!" Trevor just keep staring, unable to take his eyes off it. Seth can tell he's thinking of something. Trevor starts to say it but stops a few times. Seth can see the trepidation in his head. Hoping to satisfy an itch of his own, Seth decides to delicately approach the situation. "I know, this thing is huge, even for a big guy like me. Even I get shocked at just how BIG I am down there. It's pretty amazing, huh. Um...so Trev, I know you said you weren't gay or anything so... um... would you mind measuring it for me? I haven't measured it in a long, LONG time. Seeing your reaction, now I'm curious just how big it is, haha." Trevor sits there stunned and flabbergasted at what he as heard. In that moment he wants nothing more than to explore Seth's body. “Yes, of course!" he replies meekly, it not maybe a bit too eagerly, causing Seth to chuckle. “Haha. Thought so. This'll be fun.” Seth fishes in the drawer for a tape measure and tosses it to Trevor. With smirk Seth hooks a thumb in his briefs. Like the big giant goofball he is he swings his hips back and forth a bit as if he's gonna start a sensuous strip tease. It's something that Trevor imagines Seth does this every night for his amazingly attractive girlfriend. Instead, with a sudden jerk of his powerful arms he rips them off with an ear splitting tear. "Damn things were getting too small anyway!" Immediately Seth's long and thick cock comes up and hits his abs with a loud THWAK before settling at a 45 degree angle jutting out from his body. It looks MASSIVE to Trevor's eyes, even bigger than he thought. It's so big and thick he thinks it's amazing that the weight of the manhood doesn't cause it to sag downward even while at full erection. That is until Trevor realizes that all of Seth's muscles are so strong and developed that his kegel muscles wouldn't be any different. "Fuck...." Trevor says frozen in place. Seth hears Trevor's soft exaltation as he watches his small friend bring the cold tape measure up to his thick cock. Looking down at Trevor next to his cock makes Seth feel so ultimately powerful. He mentally compares how the thickness of his dick might actually rival Trevor's wrist in diameter and his forearm in length. It's a feeling of masculine superiority that he can't ignore and it makes his cock throb and leak. Suddenly though, big Seth trembles as he feels Trevor's cold hand and cold measuring tape make contact with his hot erection. "Oof! That tickles, little buddy!" Seth shouts as Trevor watches his cock pulse even a bit LARGER than just a moment ago. With awe Trevor places the end of the tape against Seth's trimmed pubes. He runs the tape along the shaft, marveling as inch after inch passes. Past the base of the cut head and out to the tip. "Fuck... BIG SETH.... your cock... its fucking massive! It's 13.25" long!!! That's porn star sized... BIGGER than porn star sized!" Seth rumbles a DEEP, pleased moan. “FUCK YES! I'M MASSIVE! Keep going little man. Tell me how HUGE I am!” Trevor then measure the girth, barely believing what he is seeing. "Dude you are 8".. almost 9" around! Fuck....." He says, absolutely stunned, his own little cock pressing against his shorts, barely perceptible. Seth's big chest is heaving mightily just above Trevor's eye level as he breathes with energized excitement. Seth's head is tilted forward, grinning cockily down at Trevor as he announces the numbers. The last time Seth measured himself he was just a hair under 12”. Not quite a full foot of cock. But now, the excitement at learning that he had blown past the footlong mark and now sported a 13' hard dick flooded his mind with intoxicating masculine pride. "FUCK YEAH LITTLE DUDE. I HAVE ONE OF THE BIGGEST COCKS ON THE PLANET! Thank God Stacy is so tall, I don't know of any short girls who could come close to taking this monster. To tell you the truth, she's even been having a hell of a time taking it all lately even though she is growing. Just look at it Trevor! It's so huge. Ah fuck, knowing my cock, my muscles, my height, all everything exceeds the average my so much. I FEEL SO BIG!” Trevor looks on at his giant friend as he completes his monologue, taking in the giant form. Taking in the the insanely huge monster cock sticking out from under his cut abs. He really is the perfect man. Masculinity personified...and he' still growing. “That's because you are BIG, Seth. Colossal. Herculean. Titanic. They're going to have to create new words for you, Bro!" Seth chuckles. "You are so...huge... And you're only going to get bigger. That thought terrifies and excites me a the same time. I mean, Seth, your cock is now over twice as long as mine...” “TWICE AS LONG?? HAHAHAH! FUCK YEAH! I'M A GIANT!” “Yes you are, Seth.” Trevor meekly says. “Seth? Can...can I measure your muscles.” Seth peers down at Trevor. “Of course you can buddy. I know how much you like my size. I can't blame you, I like it to, haha. Since you are way down there already, why don't you start with my quads.” Seth shifts his feet spreading his legs wide. Trevor wraps the tape around the Seth's colossal right quad. Seth's huge bull nuts accidentally brush onto Trevor's forearms since they hang so low and huge. Trevor gasps as he briefly feels their weight, like two Haas avacados. “Quads are now 34 inches...” Trevor straightens up and admires the tight waist as Seth stands at attention with his hands on his waist. Trevor looks up into Seth's smiling eyes. Before measuring his waist, Trevor reaches out and feels his friend's huge, deep set abs, rubbing his fingers into the grooves into each perfectly spaced brick. Seth flexes his abs and the canyons deepen. “Amazing, big guy.” Trevor praises. “You have so much muscle and yet no sign of any roidgut.” The words stroke Seth's ego, but he also is loving how he is able to impress his best friend. Trevor tapes his waist. “You are so freakin' tall and your waist is still just 34 inches.” “So my waist matches my leg size. Sounds pretty awesome to me. Do you agree, Trev?” “Hell yeah man. Extremely few bodybuilders can boast that. It makes sense though. You need huge muscular legs to hold up those huge pecs!” Seth smirks and bounces his pecs. Trevor's eyes are looking just slightly up at Seth's nipples as they pulse up and down. Seth's chest is so developed that his nipples point right back down at Seth. No words are needed to know what's next. Trevor does his best to measure Seth's chest, but Seth inevitably has to help because he just too wide for Trevor. Seth holds the end of the tape against his chest as Trevor works his way under Seth's arms and around his body, finally getting the tape in place. “You chest is 59 inches around!” “HELL YEAH! Gonna break 60 soon, I can FEEL IT!” Seth breaks out into some more poses as Trevor steps away. “I suppose it's time for the big guns?” Seth asks with a smirk as he puts up a double biceps pose. Trevor nods, trying to suppress his drooling. “Although, little dude. We may have a problem...” Without breaking the pose, Seth steps forward, right up to Trevor until his cock pokes into Trevor's upper abdomen, yet Seth says nothing about it. Trevor's head is tilted back as he looks UP into Seth's eyes, so far above his own. “I don't know if you can reach these peaks, little Trev. I guess I'll have to CROUCH DOWN for you.” Trevor's heart races. He hates feeling small, but conversely, the thought of Seth being SO BIG makes his cock throb. He watches as Seth, with that cocky yet sexy grin, begins to sink down, while still flexing those two mountainous arms at his side. He slinks lower until he is on his knees. Trevor's cock pulses as he sees it. “Seth...we...we're the same height. You're on your knees and I'm standing and we are the same height.” “HAHA. That's because you're small and I'M HUGE!!! Fuck yeah! Now measure these guns, tiny!” Now with easier access Trevor tapes Seth's right arm, taking extra time to massage and feel all over the muscle. His arms are so big it feels like he's encircling a warm watermelon. “Twenty five inches on the dot!” “UGHHHH! I'M SO HUGE!! AND I'M ONLY GOING TO GET BIGGER AND BETTER!” Seth stands back up to his towering height, having had enough of feeling so short like Trevor. “Fuck, Seth. You are so hot.” “THANKS LITTLE BUDDY! That means a lot. UGH! OK shit, all this measuring has got me so horny!” “Me too, big Seth.” Seth's body suddenly quakes as he keeps flexing. A drop of precum falls from his tip. “Ah hell, I gotta take care of this monster in the bathroom. Shit dude, with this huge thing I have to jack off like five times a day and then still fuck Stacy's brains out at night, haha! I'm just too much man and I LOVE IT!" Seth turns to head toward the bathroom before looking over his shoulder at Trevor. “It's not as noticeable as this battering ram of mine, but I can tell you're just as hard as I am. Care to join me in sawing some wood, little buddy?” During the entire measuring session Trevor has been careful not to touch his penis, knowing any slight brush would cause detonation. Like a moth to a flame Trevor follows Seth into the bathroom where they jerk off together as two bros. Trevor, being the smaller man aims for the toilet while Seth uses the shower. “I stopped trying to use the toilet a long time ago, haha. Let's just say I blow a lot and all over, you'll see.” In the bathroom Trevor watches as Seth pleasures his giant cock, needing both of his gigantic hands to do the deed. As he nears completion Seth closes his eyes and imagines himself fucking Stacy. Imagines growing bigger and bigger. Towering over the tiny people of the world and blowing them away with his muscles. Having every woman want to try out his titanic cock and knowing every man wants to be him. Soon he explodes with a force that shocks Trevor. His multiple loads coat the far wall of the shower stall. Trevor's shock is short lived as the scene causes him to quickly spurt as well...though he just dribbles his comparatively tiny load into the toilet bowl. Seth comes back to Earth and smiles at Trevor, “That was fun, bro. Thanks.” Trevor agrees. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jump to Part 10: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/16655-elongro-added-part-9-on-23-feb-2019/?do=findComment&comment=214694