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Chapter 10 For the third time in less than five minutes, I was rocked with extreme pleasure, as intense as the orgasm I’d just had. “Are you done cumming yet?” Victor asked. He mistook my bouts of growth for aftershocks of my orgasm. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I nodded silently, and removed my cock from him. It was an enormous ten inches of power. It was so hard, so full, that it felt like it was leading me, pulling me forward. Just the sight of ten throbbing inches of my dick somehow made me even harder. It still looked like my dick, the same general proportions, the same skin tone (though tan), the same puffy ridge by the head. But it was more. It was intensified. It was sex made flesh. I put a new condom on my cock. I struggled a little; this brand was designed for a smaller man. I applied a generous coat of lube, and then went back to Victor’s waiting, eager ass. When my cockhead re-entered, Victor let out a “Jesus!” But soon calmed down. “You feel even bigger.” Fearing Victor would make me even more of a porn star if I let him keep talking, I began pistoning back and forth at full speed. Deep in his own pleasure, Victor lost the ability to speak. I couldn’t get all of me in him anymore, but he was taking just shy of nine inches. With a little practice, he could take someone even bigger than me if he wanted. The thought of someone even bigger than me egged me on to ever faster penetration. We rutted for nearly half an hour. Victor had two more orgasms, his third coinciding with my second. When we were done, Victor rolled over and crashed into sleep. I felt strangely alive and electric in a way I never had before. I started to get dressed, when my brand-new boxers fought me. It was just then I noticed that my balls had grown, too. I’d just orgasmed twice, releasing a full load both times, and my nuts were now so big that I had to pull out the waistband of my boxers to negotiate around them. My deflated cock looked enormous; it looked twice as big as my old flaccid friend, but I didn’t trust my drunken, sex-soaked perspective. I shoved it into my boxers the best I could, but the front bulged obviously. The tightness of my jeans only accentuated the situation. It looked like I’d shoved a tennis ball or a pair of socks down the front of my pants. It was ridiculous. Then I saw my reflection in the dark window. This was unbelievably hot. That bulge on my new body—I was a sight to behold. Leaving Victor asleep, I went back downstairs to the party. It was still in full swing; it was only 1 AM. When I rejoined the party, I soon found James, Luke, and Dave sitting in a corner. James was sitting on the floor next to Luke’s chair with his back pressed up against the wall. Dave was sitting in Luke’s lap, and Luke was rubbing his hand up and down Dave’s thigh. Luke looked at me with a cheesy, boyish grin I hadn’t seen since high school. “So,” he said with a leading tone, “what did you and Victor get up to?” “You know very well what Victor and I did,” I said, rolling my eyes a little at how ludicrous Luke was being. “Twice.” He held his fist out. “Alright, buddy. Pound it!” “He already did,” Dave said as I lightly tapped Luke’s fist. “I knew that story about the homophobes on the basketball team was bullshit. I’ve been out on the soccer team since day one, and no one ever said anything. Hell, Dave comes to practice to ogle us with the other players’ girlfriends, and those guys strut and show off.” “They really do,” Dave said. “They’re preening peacocks, and I love them for it.” Redirecting, he asked, “So, how was it?” and took a sip from his bottle. “My cock grew three inches while I was inside him.” Dave spit out his beer. “Are you serious?” I pointed down to the bulge in my pants. “It seems my Big Guy responds differently during sex.” “Is that real?” Luke asked, then immediately cupped my crotch from underneath. “It feels real.” He bounced my crotch up and down. “Warm. Heavy.” “Who gave you permission to feel me up?” I asked. Luke tilted his head to one side. “I need to make sure it’s real.” “After everything you’ve seen recently, you still think it’s not real?” Dave moved Luke’s hand to the side so he could size up my new bulge. “It is heavy. Portentous.” James, not wanting to be left out, took his turn and gave me a playful squeeze. “Nice work, man.” “Would everyone kindly stop touching my junk?” “Sorry,” James said. “It was just so inviting.” “Yeah, well, it’s RSVP only,” I said while rolling my eyes. I’d liked them pawing at me, but I knew better than to encourage this behavior. “How big were you before fucking Victor?” Luke asked. “Seven inches, fully hard.” Luke’s eyes grew wide. “You’re ten inches now?” “Well, not now. Only when I’m hard.” “That’s fucking awesome!” Luke said. “This just keeps getting better and better.” “I’m just glad it happened after the showcase,” Dave said. “You’re ruining the line of your pants. “He’s ruining nothing,” Luke said. Dave giggled. “Only Victor.” “I don’t see what the big deal is,” James said. “You don’t see the big deal that I grew three whole inches while having sex?” “No.” James shook his head. “That sounds normal to you?” “It sounds hot.” “It was.” I admitted. Dave looked around. “Where is Victor?” “Upstairs. Asleep.” That cheesy, boyish smile returned to Luke’s face. “I bet he is, stud. After the workout you gave him.” “I, however, am wired,” I said. “Me too,” James replied as he stood up. He extended his hand to me and continued, “Wanna dance?” “Let’s.” James, Dave, Luke, and I made our way to the dance floor and danced the night away.

Chapter 9 Victor and I danced for three songs in a row. It was close, sweaty, and intense. I love how he towered over me. Eventually, Dave and Luke saw Victor and me dancing together, so they ran over to the DJ (a friend of Dave’s) and requested a slow song. I thought Victor would be scared away, but he just held me close and rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt peacefully enveloped by this oak tree of a man and wrapped tight by the music. I’m not even entirely sure how we ended up in a bedroom on the second floor, but we did. The slow song had ended eons ago, but we were still swaying. “You’re really not mad at me?” “I was mad, but things have been too good these past two days to stay mad.” I leaned into his chest and inhaled deeply. I could smell his cologne and sweat, and could feel the slight prickle of his chest hair as it tried to fight its way through his shirt. “Would you…” he began. “Could we…” He really didn’t know how to finish this question. “Do you want to…” He trailed off again. “What are you trying to ask, Victor?” “It just, I’ve never been with a guy before. And I really want to. And I really want it to be you. But I don’t think I can ask you because…” I interrupted him by pulling him down into a kiss. My tongue explored his mouth, and our breathing synced. I pulled back and said, “I’ll go as far as you want.” “Did you come prepared?” he asked. I walked over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. “We’re in a male theater major’s bedroom,” I reminded him. I pulled out the supplies and tossed them on the bed. “Of course, he has lube and condoms.” “So,” he said, excited. “What do we do next?” “Generally,” I said, popping the top two buttons of my shirt, “we get naked.” Overeager, Victor whipped his polo shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His muscles were long and well-developed. I was delighted by the curling carpet of hair on his chest. I slowly finished unbuttoning my shirt, peeled it off, adjusting slightly to accommodate my larger shoulders. The shirt slithered off my body and whispered to the floor. I walked over to him, one foot directly in front of the other, until I was squarely in front of him. I placed my face in his chest hair and slowly rubbed it back and forth, intermittently kissing one pec or the other. Victor moaned quietly, practically a purr. His hands explored the wide expanse of my back, up and down, only briefly daring to go as low as my ass for a surreptitious touch. Without taking my attention off his chest, I moved my hands to his belt buckle. I undid it in a smooth gesture, then roughly pulled it out of the loops in one quick tug. I threw it to the side and unzipped his pants. They fell down to his knees, then bunched up. He momentarily stopped our caresses to kick his shoes off and peel off his boxers, pants, and socks. He was already fully hard, a serviceable five and a half inches of surprising thickness. I stepped on the heel of my left shoe with my right foot to remove the shoe, then reversed the process for my other shoe. As I brushed my shoes to the side with my left foot while removing my belt, Victor said, “You’ve definitely done this before.” I nodded and then opened my arms wide and down to the side, inviting him to step into me. “Your pants?” he asked, a little confused. “I was hoping you’d get those for me, captain.” Victor walked over to me and tried to take off my pants. He had a little trouble getting them over my thighs, but that was to be expected with their new circumference. He had to get down on his knees for better leverage. With a little effort, he got both my underwear and jeans off. Just starting to feel the slightest buzz, I was mostly hard, but not fully erect. Already front and center, Victor took me into his mouth and gently encircled my cock with his tongue. Soon, I was fully hard. Victor released me and, short of breath commented, “You’re pretty big, Chris. I was hoping you’d be on top, but now…” There was a note of fear in his voice. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reminded him. “We can just hold each other.” “I want to at least try. But go slow.” He leaned over the side of the bed, exposing himself to me. I leaned over and began stroking and caressing his ass, licking it gently, applying some of the lube, inserting and removing a finger, slowly working his hole. He moaned and gripped at the sheet, enjoying the process. I kept working him until he was primed. I coaxed my cock into a condom and slipped Victor over, pushing him a little further back on the bed so he didn’t lose his balance. “I want to look into your eyes as we do this. Cool?” “Cool.” His breath was catching, and his dick looked ready to explode. “Just keep doing it the way you’re doing it.” I held my cockhead against his hole until it opened up for me. With the first little thrust, Victor’s entire body tensed, but he didn’t cum. “Just relax and breathe,” I told him. “Relax and breathe. This isn’t a race, and I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe.” I held my cock where it was, leaned over, and began kissing his torso until he dissolved and relaxed. Then, I continued pushing my length in. As this was his first time, I didn’t expect the whole seven inches to fit, but Victor, the champion athlete he was, took me to the hilt. When I bottomed out, I let him know, and he smiled. “Now the fun can really begin,” I said as I began thrusting in and out. I held one arm on his shoulder, the other twisted in his chest hair. Victor writhed each time my head prodded his prostate. Quickly, he came, spurting a milky load all over himself. Before I could even check in with him, he said, “Keep going. I want you to finish too.” I kept going, my rhythm getting faster and faster, until finally, I felt my cockhead swell. “I’m about to cum,” I told him. He nodded, still breathing raggedly. That time, when I thrust in, my whole body shook in orgasm. I held Victor’s shoulder tighter and pulled on his chest hair as my ass clenched and I bellowed uncontrollably. I collapsed into him, and before I could even remove myself, he asked me, “Can we go again?” Athletes. I nodded and reached over for a new condom. With my full length still inside of him, he said, “Thanks, Big Guy.” That same burst of pleasure radiated through my body. Coming so soon after an orgasm, I rocked back and forth for a moment before it subsided. I looked down to see what five more pounds looked like on my body, but my body looked exactly the same. Maybe it didn’t work through latex? But I’d felt growth. Maybe it worked differently during sex? Confused, I looked closer. Something had happened, but what? “What is it, Big Guy?” Victor asked. My head flew back as I filled with more erotic bliss and felt myself spool out a little further. But still, no new muscle. I didn’t know what was happening until I looked down at my cock. I had been fully inside him, but now two full, thick inches stuck out of him. I slid out of him a little, not all the way, just a little. I could feel all nine inches of my cock tingle with sexual anticipation. With one eyebrow raised, I smirked and said, “Say that one more time.” “Say what?” “You know,” I said. He grinned knowingly. “Big Guy.”

Chapter 8 I spent most of my Saturday at the theater with Dave learning my blocking. I’d passed out immediately after having dinner, even though I’d intended on enjoying myself a few more times before sleeping. My day really took it out of me. Dave woke me up at dawn, but I’d slept for almost ten hours and was full of energy, even without my usual coffee. He threw me in the shower and stood outside the stall, shouting instructions the whole time so I didn’t ruin my hair. We had a large and boring breakfast—mostly protein enriched oatmeal (who knew that was a thing?)—and then went to Dave’s favorite tanning salon. “I’d prefer to do it with the sun,” Dave sighed, “but we don’t have the time.” While I was being baked—nude so I didn’t have tan lines (apparently that mattered)—we ran over our lines again. By the time I had a tawny hue, I had the script down cold. Saturday morning and afternoon were likely the most repetitive hours of my life. The same scene, over and over again, for hours. We only took one break for lunch. Dave was mostly happy. Mostly. I couldn’t cry on cue. Despite that, he actually told me I had a knack for acting. If acting was always this repetitive, it wasn’t for me. At one point, I asked Dave why he cared so much about this showcase. It was just one scene. It wasn’t a full play or anything. “It’s the senior showcase,” Dave answered. “Only seniors get to be in it, and it’s the first show of the school year. You do well in the showcase, you have your pick of parts for the rest of the year.” “So, this is important?” I asked. “Only very.” He dismissed my worry with a flippant hand gesture. “You’ll be fine.” Curtain was seven, and ours was the last scene in the showcase, but we started getting into costume at five. It has never, in my life, taken me two hours to dress. But Dave agonized over every little aspect of every last thing. I was bigger than his former scene partner, so we switched costumes so both of our costumes were slightly tight. I was using Dave’s belt at a notch just below the one he normally used, so he got me a whole new belt so the leather wouldn’t look worn around one of the holes. I had trouble sitting still as Dave applied my make-up, and Dave had to try three foundations to find the one that matched my new tan. Despite the meticulous, painstaking detail-work, Dave never lost his temper or got frustrated. He was in his element. When it was finally time for us to go on, I was completely calm. In less than 48 hours, Dave had fully prepared me. I could’ve done the scene blindfolded. Which was good, because the only thing he didn’t tell me was how bright stage lights are. It was like staring in the sun. When the lights came up on our scene, I heard a familiar voice come from the audience. “Yes! Rock on!” James cheered and applauded loudly. I heard a rustle of commotion in what I could only imagine was Luke pulling James back down into his seat. The scene went perfectly. I didn’t drop a line, I did everything Dave had told me to do. I even managed to work up two or three tears at the end of the scene. Doing it in front of an audience just made it more real, somehow, and the tears came naturally. But when the scene ended, the audience was dead silent. “Dammit!” I thought. “I ruined Dave’s big scene. He’ll never forgive me…” That’s as far as I got in my self-doubt before the audience exploded into an eruption of applause. I tried to squint through the stage lights, and it looked like everyone was standing. Luke was loudest above all. When the curtains fell, I turned to Dave to congratulate him, and he tackled me in a hug. “You were phenomenal!” Dave said. “Me? Did you hear them cheer for you?” “Us, Chrissy. They were cheering for us. I’ve never had such a dedicated scene partner in my life. You never complained, you just put in the work.” He melted into a smile. “Next time we have to cram for chemistry, remind me of tonight so I don’t complain.” I was about to crack a joke, when Dave interrupted me. “Oh,” he said coolly. “My old scene partner has made his way backstage to congratulate me. I must needs rub my success in his face.” With that, Dave left me. I was only alone for a few second before I felt a swift slap on my ass. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, babe!” Luke shouted. I spun around, completely shocked. “Chris! Buddy! Sorry! Dave really made you look like him.” I rubbed my ass—he’d slapped it really hard. “Your Dave’s over there,” I said, pointing to the other side of the stage, where Dave was uproariously reenacting the very scene we’d just performed. “Thanks. Sorry again,” Luke said sheepishly as he ran to his boyfriend. No sooner had Luke gone then James came backstage, raced up to me, lifted me in the air, and spun me. Even with all my new bulk, James was strong enough to lift me effortlessly. His arms wrapped all the way around my waist and met his elbows on the other side he was holding me so tightly. “You were spectacular.” After we’d made two complete circles, he put me back down. “Thanks.” “No, for real. I really thought you were a mirror.” “Thank you, James,” I said through a laugh. “I like you blond. You should keep it.” “Maybe.” Luke walked back over to us. “Come on, James. Let’s go outside where there’s some air.” “Just let me get changed,” I said, “and we can all walk to the party together.” I changed in a flash, and we were on our way to the party. It was in a communal house off campus populated entirely by theater majors. The party was much more my scene. There was a DJ playing music, a designated dance area, and a rainbow of alcohol. A throng of buzzing people milled about, talking, telling stories. A small circle formed around Dave and me as we took turns recounting how we’d crowded a month’s worth of rehearsals into two days. No one asked how I got big so quickly. No one seemed to care. But everyone told me how good I looked. Whenever that happened, Dave said, “Thank you.” I wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was a party, so I asked Dave if I could drink. “You don’t need a permission slip. I’m not in charge of your food anymore, puppy.” He handed me a light beer. “But you might want to stick to these if you want to keep that girlish figure.” The night progressed with the four of us dancing (with each other and with other people), and more laughter, and the thirtieth recitation of how Dave and I had rehearsed. We were apparently the highlight of the showcase. After my third light beer, I turned to Dave and asked, “Do light beers have less alcohol than normal beers?” “No, why?” “Normally, after my second beer I’m sleepy and after my third beer I’m comatose.” “Ah,” Dave understood. “There’s more of you to soak up the booze. Pace yourself until you learn your new limit.” That was an unexpected upside to my new physique. Deciding not to push my luck, I went to the kitchen, took an unopened bottle of water from the fridge, and headed back to the dance floor. By the time I got back, Dave and Luke were intimately grinding up on each other, and James was in the corner having an intense conversation, so I decided to just dance by myself. “Mind if I cut in?” a familiar voice asked. It was Victor.

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My first story submission on here. Chapter 1: “I can’t stop growing” Jonas muttered between mouthfuls. My mouth was hanging open in disbelief ,I was giving the strangest interview of my life. The man in front of me was this overly-muscled, hairy, half-naked monster. The same guy who only a year or ago had been a top player of a New York City gay kickball league and maybe 180 lbs at best. Now he was enormous, closed off and holed up in his Brooklyn apartment. Jonas hadn’t shaved in weeks, his dark hair had grown long, flowing onto his rounded shoulders. And he sat there in only tight boxer briefs, his bloated, heavy muscles on full display. Normally I’d be turned on by a massively muscular guy, by this monumental hypermasculinity, but instead I was growing concerned. Here was a man who had ballooned up into a massive roided bear of a man in one year, seemingly in denial about it. From a respectable athletic guy into a freakishly beefy offseason mess in one year! “All I’ve seen you do since I got here is eat” I replied. “You’ve been eating non-stop since I got here almost an hour ago.” “I can’t stop. You don’t understand, it’s not a choice.” He replied in frustration. Jonas looked like he was eating some sort of thick gruel, but he assured me it was oatmeal and protein powder. He apologized for his shirtlessness, claiming he was too big for his clothes.. I was tempted to believe him. His once lean build was now so overblown, roided out to an almost grotesque degree that I was amaze he still fit in his apartment. Jonas’ hairy and ample muscle gut sat in his lap as he ate. Massive, fur covered pecs loomed over it, looking like heavy slabs of muscle. His tremendously muscular arms tensed and flexed with each movement. I imagined he had to weigh somewhere north 300 lbs by now. In my whole life I had scarcely seen a man as large. I was a part time writer covering gay sport events for the New Gotham Weekly, a local gay publication. Sports had always been a little passion of mine, and I figure this would be a fun and light side-job. Something to do in my spare time. I had actually met Jonas when he lead his kickball team marching in pride two years back, when he was a different man. He was popular, a 20-something handsome gay boy with jet black hair and a permanent Five O’Clock shadow. He could have stepped right out of some telenovela. And then I met him again when his team won the big kickball division match.I even made a little feature about it. And before all this, he was so classically good looking. When I heard that “hot Jonas” had dropped out of kickball to do bodybuilding it piqued my interest. I decided that I wanted to know what had happened to him. Sightings of him last year in town confirmed that the one-time 180 pound scenester had developed into a serious bodybuilder, and he continued to get bigger and bigger as the months went by. But it had been about 6 months since anyone had even seen him out or heard a word from him. He had cut off communication with his friends, his family. No one knew what was going on. Only the most minimal of communication had been returned. Someone told me he was “concentrating on his bodybuilding career”. That's when I came in. I found his email and I contacted him saying I wanted to interview him, thinking it might be interesting to do a story about a former leading kickball player who’d turned to bodybuilding, and write a bit about life as a bodybuilder, maybe he’d look hot with all the extra muscle, I thought- but I had no idea what I was getting into. Jonas was now this enormous shut-in. He had apparently quit his job, stopped talking to friends, stopped using facebook and only left his cramped one bedroom in Brooklyn to hit the gym. And here I showed up thinking this would be some sweet little puff piece about a particularly sexy ex-kickballer turned bodybuilder. Jonas looked me right at me with these soulful eyes when I asked him about his disappearance from the scene. “I couldn’t explain to people what was happening to me. I couldn’t explain why I had to go home, why I had to go to the gym. My friends were freaking out about the changes, but no one could stop it from happening. The nagging, the comments, it just made everything worse. I couldn’t be around those people anymore, it was too… stressful.” Jonas shifted his substantial weight and lifted his hulking body out of the chair. He lumbered towards the fridge to grab something else to eat. He pulled out a prepared meal of rice and chicken and began shoveling food again. “How long have you been living like this?” I asked. “It started a little over a year ago. It wasn’t serious at first, I thought. I just started eating all the time and my training went into overdrive. I really liked the muscle I put on the first few months. But then the injections started” “Injections?” I asked “Yes, injections. And that's when I really started blowing up. I felt like I was growing larger every day. I stopped liking it. I stopped wanting to get bigger. Right around the time I hit 220 I realized I was getting too big even for kickball. I tried to stop growing, I did everything I thought of, but I can’t stop. Nothing can make me stop” “If you don’t like it, why’d you continue with the injections?” “I told you already” he said, flustered, “I can’t stop” I scribbled some notes to look busy, buying time. “Are you going to try and compete?” I asked sheepishly. I saw a little hint of temper rise up in his eyes “You don’t understand. I don’t want this, I never wanted this” he said, gesturing down at his massive pecs. His rounded shoulders bulged and flexed with each movement of his arms. Jonas was still eating and I was more puzzled than ever. “If you don’t want to get bigger... why do you keep eating?” I asked again, halfheartedly expecting a different response. “Listen, This is not possible. I don’t control this, like I said. I’m eating but I can’t stop. it won’t stop.” That's when I started feeling a little alarmed. I was tempted to try something, but I was unsure how’d he react. “Well what if I…” I said, reaching over to grab the tupperware out of his hands. His huge, powerful build immediately shifted and pulled away, out of my reach. “No, even if you tried, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking it back.” No doubt, I thought. This man could crush me in a fight. I sat there trying to let his words weigh on me. What I had halfheartedly expected to be a small, potentially fun fluff piece about a former gay kickball captain was turning into something else entirely. His compulsion, this all-consuming obsession with eating and lifting, could it really be entirely outside of his own mental control? I paused for a moment and an unsettling silence hung in the air of that stale apartment. “Have you seen a psychologist?” I asked in a gentle tone. “It wouldn’t do any good” he quickly snapped back. “This is not a natural thing, this is a curse.” Jonas had finished scarfing down his meal and sat up quickly to grab more food. I couldn’t help but be surprised by how quickly a man of his size moved. “You’re going to outgrow that kitchen” I said to him half jokingly, hoping to lighten the tone. “I’m outgrowing everything.” He sounded deadly serious. “I have no clothes that fit me anymore. I can’t run anymore and everything feels smaller.I don’t know when this is going to stop.” “If you’re upset about getting bigger, why haven’t you seen a doctor about it? Or a phscolo…” “I told you already” he interrupted. It’s just not going to happen.” He sounded more defeated than angry. “Ok, just tell me how you got into this lifting then” I asked patiently. I never thought i’d actually sit for a serious interview for my part time job. “I’ve been lifting for years. But this. All this… “ Jonas said, gesturing at his huge build. “This started last year. I met a man, an older guy. We were out at a bar. A big guy, muscular, older. We were chatting in the bar. I admired his muscles and then he told me he’d love to see me bulk up. I thought it was a weird comment so I just started to ignore him. He was really persistent, telling me he wanted to see me get huge and all this weird stuff. I mean, I liked his arms, he must have noticed, but then he just latched on. I don’t know what happened, but not long after I noticed I was eating a lot. It was subtle at first, but I just found myself eating, and cooking and I started taking up lifting seriously. I don’t know what he did to me. I still can’t figure out how he did it to me, but he’s made me like this.” Jonas had a seriousness to his voice that startled me. Here in front of me was a gargantuan overfed, overgrown bodybuilder who I knew was lifting on his own and eating endlessly on his own, and yet, there was a total conviction in what he said. He didn’t own any responsibility for his current actions, something that made me worry for his own mental state. “So if you quit your job, how are you paying for this apartment and all this food?” Jonas paused a little before taking another swig of a protein shake. “I have a donor, he’s paying rent. I get food delivered.” “Who’s the donor. Is it the guy you met? the older gentleman?” “I…. I might be saying too much.” He muttered. Then Jonas leaning his bulky torso in close to mine. I felt the heat coming off his huge body. “Listen” he whispered “I don’t want anything else to happen. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this.” When I felt his powerful arm against my shoulder I got chills down my spine. This man was huge, and probably out of his mind. I took that as my queue to leave. The guy had gone insane with steroids. That was the only conclusion I could think of. I thanked Jonas for his time and I politely mentioned that I would never publish anything without his approval, fully knowing that I had nothing to run anyway. Headline: Young gay man gets addicted to steroids, loses his fucking mind. Nah, that wouldn’t work. I headed back home to finish a little feature about Roller Derby girls. I had to get back to my real job too. I tried to shrug off the encounter with Jonas and go about my work that week, but on Thursday, a full week later, I got an email from him. He wanted another interview. “I have to tell you what's happening because, I don’t know what's going to happen to me. Lets meet this weekend.” I wanted to ignore it. This Jonas kid was blown up so big that he go into a rage and really hurt me if he wanted. Part of me was too attracted to the idea that this might be a chance for some real journalism, or at least a juicy story. That following Saturday I found myself walking up the stairs of Jonas’ Brooklyn brownstone.

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Wow! I love six arms Spider-Man. When his sides start bursting as grow extra 4 arms. His arms were so buff like the hulk. Dang this make me hard. When I watched Spider-Man 90s cartoon that got growing extra 4 arms, I got so hard and precum. When he transformed into manspider, I can’t hold any longer and had to cum as big load because ripped his costume was hot!

Wow Chapter 9 was blazin' hot! Great work.

I'm so glad you like it! I often think we don't realize the big deep impact these stories can make. A story gets posted online, it gets a dozen comments, it fades into the background and sinks down the forum - but it was read thousands of times and lives in thousands and thousands of brains. Anyway, I'll continue, now that I've got your blessing. Thank you!

Spanish Era una noche normal estaba tomando el metro hacia mi casa después de un largo día de trabajo. Estaba muy agotado y decide tomar una siesta durante el viaje en metro. me puse mis audífonos y abrí Spotify buscando una playlist con música que me ayudara a relajarme. Estaba a punto de poner una de mis playlist favoritas para dormir cuando me apareció una playlist recomendada la lista decía Crecimiento muscular mientras duerme. ¡Abrí la lista y leí la descripción, la cual decía cansado de entrenar sin obtener resultados ahora estimulé ese crecimiento muscular mientras duerme! Me reí un poco como es que la gente puede creer cosas como esta. Tan solo por curiosidad decidí poner la playlist riéndome de músculos creciendo así de fácil yo había entrenado por meses, pero mi cuerpo apenas había cambiado me costaba mucho ganar musculo por lo que a pesar de ir a entrenar por horas no había ganado un solo gramo y me seguía viendo igual de flaco y debilucho. Puse la playlist tan solo para entretenerme un rato sin embargo a penas la música empezó a tocar me empezó a sentir sumamente cansado y me quedé profundamente dormido. No desperté hasta dentro de varias horas después por el conductor del metro abrí mis ojos y me quité los audífonos que seguían reproduciendo la música abrí los ojos con pereza y poco a poco me di cuenta de que las luces estaban apagadas y me hallaba en la última estación del metro. el conductor estaba abandone, pero se veía algo nervioso y asustado, no estoy seguro por que no era la primera vez que quedaba dormido en un transporte y usualmente el conductor ya hubiera levantado mi flacucho cuerpo y aventado fuera de su transporte por lo que este hombre me despertara de manera tan pasiva me pareció raro, pero seguí algo dormido. "Hay disculpe...señor...ya es la última estación tiene que salir del metro... por favor" "Ah claro no se preocupe ahora bajo” dije, pero mi voz sonaba raramente profunda Intente levantarme, pero algo me impedía hacerlo como si mis piernas estuvieran atoradas hizo un poco más de fuerza en mis piernas y mi cuerpo salió disparado hacia arriba golpeándome la cabeza con el techo del metro. "Auge" dije frotándome la cabeza ya despierto después de ese golpeé vía mi alrededor al principio parecía que el metro se había encogido, pero después vi hacia abajo hacia mi propio cuerpo y no me lo podía creer. Era enorme mis pectorales eran del tamaño de sandias grandes y duras, mis bíceps erran montanas enormes que apenas y cabían en las mangas que habían sido estiradas hasta el límite. mite mis piernas las cuales eran largas y musculosas como troncos. mis pantalones parecían shorts ajustados mire el asiento donde me había levantado y vi que lo que me había atrapado eran los descansabrazos los vuales estaban ligeramente doblados por mi levantamiento brusco lo cual tenía sentido mi cuerpo era tan grande que necesitaría al menos 2 asientos para acomodar mis enormes glúteos. miré de nuevo al con razón se veía tan asustado su cabeza apenas llegaba a mis duros abdominales incluso sentado debí aparecer como un gigante para él. "disculpe por el asiento creo doble el descansabrazo un poco " dije finalmente en mi gruesa voz "No...no se preocupe..." dijo el conductor claramente aterrado del gigante musculoso y frente de él. sonreí y caminé hacia la salida el vagón de metro se sacudió un poco y tuve que agachar mi cabeza bastante para salir intentaba pensar que estaba sucediendo cuando me di cuenta de mi teléfono el cual aún estaba en mi mano. miré la pantalla la cual se veía diminuto a lado de mis dedos del tamaño de sal chica y vi que la lista aún se seguía reproduciendo. una sonrisa diabólica se puso y mi rostro al entender lo que había pasado. "me pregunto si habrá una lista similar para crecimiento mientras caminas después de todo será una larga caminata hasta mi casa " dije mientras me ponía los audífonos de nuevo y la música lleno mis oídos... English It was a normal night I was taking the subway to my house after a long day of work. I was very exhausted and decides to take a nap during the trip. I put on my earphones and opened Spotify looking for a playlist with music that would help me relax. I was about to put one of my favorite playlist to sleep when a recommended playlist appeared “Muscle Growth While Sleeping”. I opened the list and read the description, which said “ tired of training without getting results now stimulated that muscle growth while sleeping!” I laughed a little bit like , how people can believe things like this. Just out of curiosity I decided to put the playlist I had trained for months, but my body had barely changed it was very difficult to gain muscle so despite going to train for hours I had not won a single gram and I still looked just as skinny and weak. I put the playlist just to entertain myself for a while however as soon as the music started to play I started to feel extremely tired and I fell asleep. I did not wake up until several hours later because the subway driver opened my eyes and I removed the headphones that were still playing the music I opened my eyes lazily and little by little I realized that the lights were off and I was in the last Metro station. the driver was infront o me trying to wake me up but he looked a little nervous and scared, I'm not sure why it was not the first time I had fall asleep in a transport and usually the driver would have already pick up my skinny ass and thrown me out "There's excuse ... sir ... it's already the last station has to leave the metro ... please" said the driver "Oh sure do not worry I just fall asleep" I said, but my voice sounded rarely deep I tried to get up, but something prevented me from doing it as if my legs were stuck. It made a bit more strength in my legs and my body shot upwards hitting my head with the roof of the meter. "AUHH" I said, rubbing my head already awake after I hit it . I look around at first it seemed that the Metro had shrunk, but then I looked down towards my own body and I could not believe it. It was huge my pectorals were the size of big, hard watermelons, my biceps were huge mountains that barely fit on the sleeves that had been stretched to the limit. my legs were long and muscular tree trunks. my pants looked like tight shorts I looked at the seat where I had got up and saw that what had trapped me were the armrests that were now slightly bent by my abrupt lifting which made sense my body was so big that I would need at least 2 seats to accommodate my huge bubblebutt. I looked again at him with reason he looked so scared his head barely reached my hard abs even sitting I should have appeared as a giant for him. "Excuse me for the seat I think double the armrest a little" I finally said in my thick voice "No ... do not worry ..." said the driver clearly terrified of the muscular giant and in front of him. I smiled and walked towards the exit the subway car shook a bit and I had to duck my head enough to get out I was trying to think what was happening when I noticed my phone which was still in my hand. I looked at the screen which looked tiny next to my fingers the size of salt girl and I saw that the list was still playing. a devilish smile and my face when I understood what had happened. "I wonder if there will be a similar list for growth while walking after all it will be a long walk to my house" I said as I put the headphones back and the music filled my ears ...

So, I wanted to experiment with recording myself reading muscle growth stories. This is a favourite story that I keep coming back to, so... I hope this is OK (Garrix, if it isn't, tell me and I will take the file down ASAP). Think of it as a tribute. I just did the first two parts because 40+ minutes is a lot for an untested concept.

“Gym Buddies” It all seemed innocent enough. Hayden was just looking for someone to go to the gym with him. Someone who shared similar goals. Hayden saw Trav working out alone one day. They had similar builds. Hayden asked Trav if he would spot him on the bench press. Trav was happy to help. In fact, Trav pushed Hayden to lift an all time new personal record! They exchanged numbers, excited that they each now had a gym buddy! Weeks went by, they lifted together 5 days a week! They were a inserperable duo with a shared passion for fitness. They pushed each other to new heights. Hayden (seen here on the right) was undoubtedly making the most gains! He was so proud of his work. Though he wasn’t sure why Trav’s gains never seemed to be as impressive. “Don’t worry Trav, you’ll get there!” Hayden said playfully while they were both flexing in the locker room mirror. Trav smirked, not worried about his own progress. He focused on Hayden’s developing body. In fact , Trav became obsessed with Hayden. (Specifically his growing muscles). Trav loved admiring Hayden’s biceps. He’d always jokingly tell him to flex, Hayden would always respond with a flexing pose. Trav would feel Hayden’s muscles and say “damn dude you’re so jacked”. They acted like two boys on the same football team. One night they fell asleep watching a movie at Hayden’s girlfriends house. Trav woke up to see the flickering low light of the tv. Hayden’s body was perfectly contoured and sillouhetted in the almost complete darkness. Hayden was cuddling with his girlfriend Zoe. Trav almost didn’t notice her, because Hayden’s body was so large. The shadow of his giant frame covered Zoe completely. Suddenly Zoe woke and walked to the bathroom. Hayden was still out cold, snoring. Trav watched as Hayden’s chest lifted up and down with his breath. Trav decided it was time. It was time to give Hayden the injection. He acted fast… pulled the vile from his pocket and carefully injected Hayden in his massive thigh muscle. Trav couldn’t wait to see how this impacted Hayden’s progress. Weeks went on. Hayden and Trav were still working out daily. Hayden was making HUGE gains quickly. Trav would always find ways to inject his gym buddy without him knowing. “If Hayden knew, he would be so weirded out” Trav thought to himself . Trav looked forward to every opportunity they had to spend together. He loved admiring Hayden’s ever growing physique. He’s continue to compliment Hayden. Often. Hayden liked the compliments. He liked feeling larger than his friend. At the end of a workout Hayden was showing off his bicep pump. “FEEL THIS” Hayden shouted. “THIS IS INSANE”. Trav rushed to the opportunity. He grasped the massive bicep and was taken back by how huge and firm it felt in his hands. Trav kept feeling the bicep… for what felt like 2 or 3 minutes. The both of them didn’t even notice time passing by. They were both enchanted by the massive bicep. They both were quiet… Trav looked Hayden in the eyes… paused, and started licking Hayden’s bicep. Not breaking eye contact with Hayden as he did so. Hayden seems somewhat uncomfortable but he didn’t stop Trav. In fact he flexed a little harder. Trav continued to make out with Hayden’s hunky arm for several minutes. Suddenly Hayden pulled away. “I’ve got to go, me and Zoe have dinner plans” Hayden left without showering. Trav stood there in the locker room, suddenly alone. He missed touching Hayden. He longed to feel more of him. He longed for Hayden to grow even larger. Weeks went by, they pretended the arm kissing never happened. Meanwhile Trav has doubled the dose of growth hormones and had Hayden on a strict diet to increase size. Hayden loved the growth he’d made. After a few months the size difference between them was obvious. Hayden would have Trav massage his sore muscles late at night, when Zoe was asleep. Suddenly it happened.. Trav got an erection so large it was impossible to hide. Hayden rolled over on his back and saw the gigantic erection bulging from his gym buddies shorts. Trav was embarrassed and tried to turn away. Hayden paused, reached out and grabbed Trav’s arm before he could turn completely. Hayden was so incredibly strong, Trav gasped when he felt Hayden’s ultra strong grip on his forearm. Hayden stared at the obvious bulging erection. It was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. The silence was broken when Hayden asked “is that because of me?” Trav was so embaressed he turned to run out of the room. Hayden stopped him. Grabbing his arm with his incredibly strong grip. Trav let out a sound of fear and pleasure when he felt Hayden’s powerful grasp. It was suddenly clear that Hayden could dominate him at any moment. Hayden stared down at the erection for a few moments, he felt powerful. He released Trav and they went their separate ways. Trav was worried he’d never see Hayden again. The previous night was just so weird! To his surprise, the very next morning Hayden called really early and demanded that they work out, “I’m on my way to pick you up!” rushing them to the closest gym … when they arrived it was clear that Hayden *wanted* Trav to watch him lift. Hayden broke many personal records that morning, his veins popped out like crazy! He seemed to be growing. He felt Trav’s eyes on his pumped up muscles . It felt so amazing . Hayden moaned, *STRETCH* his body was expanding as he lifted. He loved being admired by Trav. He loved how BIG his body compared to Trav’s. It made Hayden feel so strong and important. They made their way to the locker rooms… they were the only two there. Suddenly they were both naked. Hayden’s body being worshiped by Trav’s tongue. Trav became immediately hard. He rubbed his erection on Hayden’s body-builder physique, leaving a trail of pre cum on his massive body. They started grinding into each other… The motion of their bodies caused Trav to cum, leaving a huge load on Hayden’s abdomen area. They both stood there , all that could be heard was the sound of heavy breathing and stretching skin. Hayden felt his body tremble… he was growing! The heat of the moment had clearly initiated the growth process with aid from the hormones coursing unknowingly through his veins . Hayden flexed his body and let out a loud moan… he grew 3 inches and put on roughly 20 more lbs within minutes. Trav was intoxicated by Hayden’s growing body. He wanted him to keep growing bigger!!! “I know you’re up to something, Trav” said Hayden. Trav looked like a ghost he was so scared. “I don’t know what exactly you’re doing to my body…” Hayden paused… “ but I think I want you to keep doing it” Trav was relieved. They lay there naked, sweating, Hayden’s body continues to slowly blow up like a balloon. “Your wish is my command” responded Trav. The next day Hayden broke up with Zoe unexpectedly. Trav and Hayden decided to go to a club to help Hayden get over his break up. On their way into the club(which was on the 4th floor of the building), they boarded the elevator. They saw each other in the glass mirror and smiled. They liked how they looked together. Trav pulled out his phone and snapped a photo to remember the moment. *SCREEEETCH* The moment was cut short by the sound of grinding metal and a sudden stop of the elevator. The walls shook, lights flickered and they came to a stop. Trav attempted to open the doors but it was useless. They began to realized that Hayden was too heavy for the elevator system, and the weight had tripped the system. They were stuck for some time, unable to communicate with anyone outside. The intercom system was seemingly broken. Hayden was nervous. But also very proud, proud that he was beastly enough to stop an ELEVATOR! He was filled with pride. His body trembled again. Hayden turned to Trav and said “do it! do whatever it is you’re doing to make me a giant!” Trav slowly reached for his pocket, he pulled out a dose of the growth hormones. Hayden snatched it from Trav’s hands, quickly pulled down his shorts and injected the dose himself. Moments later he began to moan … a moan that sounded like pleasure. Suddenly the intercom worked . A voice came over the speaker and said “don’t worry guys help is on the way” . At this point Hayden fell to his knees, arms extended. The impact of his body shook the elevator violently. Trav nervously asked him not to move so much! Hayden laughed, almost maniacally, then there was silence. The silence was broken by the sound of stretching skin. Hayden’s body was expanding so rapidly, his face was bright red. Hayden moaned “GIVE ME MORE OF THAT STUFF” he pulled another dose from Trav’s pocket and injected it again in his thigh. Hayden’s shorts were already almost off.. his expanding glute muscles forced the shorts to his ankles. His expanding calves getting tangled in the ripping shorts. Hayden flexed his legs, causing the shorts to burst off his body. Revealing a thin , almost see through layer of black cloth that was his underwear. His expanding muscles didn’t let up. The underwear stretched to the point it looked like a coat of paint on Hayden’s ass and crotch area. Suddenly “snap” the underwear was ribbons. His cock flopped onto the elevator floor. Trav became hard as rock. Trav started rubbing Hayden’s upper body. His pecs were unreal! They were pushing their way out of Hayden’s tank top! They were godly. The tank top stretched to the point that you could see all of Hayden’s upper body. It was so impressive. The beastly man was sweating, his skin glistening under the elevator lights. Trav began to rub his own erection. Hayden said “let me help you with that” and pulled off Trav’s pants with a quick motion. Ripping the pants into pieces ! Trav’s little cock was suddenly exposed, pulsating in Hayden’s face. It seemed so small compared to Hayden’s pithon on the floor. Hayden didn’t think twice about the size, he simply loved how hard it was, he loved that HE was so desirable! “WORSHIP ME! “ Hayden cried out in a deep voice. Trav was quick to listen to his master’s orders… running his hands over every crease and crevis of Hayden’s incredibly defined physique. Hayden grew so large he was suddenly filling the elevator completely. The rush of filling a room with his body was amazing. Hayden kept growing, his cock suddenly hard. Hayden’s body pressing Trav’s pathetic body against the mirror, breaking the glass. The elevator was making deep groaning sounds, the cables were about to break. Suddenly the elevator fell, Hayden’s body managed to cushion the fall for Trav. Hayden pushed the doors open and burst out of the shaft onto the first floor. Trav was in his right hand. Trav loved the feeling of being carried and protected by his giant. Hayden staggered to the street, breaking walls and glass doors on his way out. He stood on the street 13 ft tall. A god. Traffic stopped, Hayden could hear gasps from strangers. He felt their eyes on his naked body. He felt the admiration, the admiration of hundreds. “BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD” he roared at the onlookers. “Worship my SUPERIOR BODY” . Crowds gathered, then news cameras. Trav knew that all this attention would make Hayden unstoppable. Hayden loved nothing more than being admired! Trav, still in Hayden’s strong grip of Hayden’s right hand began to worry that Hayden would grow TOO large. He imagined Hayden standing taller than the city buildings. He thought of the power… he thought of the consequences. He knew this was his fault. The destruction, the chaos, was all because of Him! Suddenly Trav didn’t mind. He became excited at the thought of his very own Hayden becoming a monster. It’s not like he hadn’t imagined it before! His erection returned with full force. “GROW! Hayden, GROW!” He shouted up to the beast. GROW!!!

Chapter 2 “Dude, Juan only dates huge guys” “Really?” Connor responded, turning to his friend Russell. “What makes you say that?” The two were standing in the bar, casually chatting about their love lifes. Connor had started seeing Juan casually in the last two weeks, and his friend Russell always seemed to have the gossip on the muscle bears in town. “I mean, you’re big, “ Russell began “I’m sure that's one reason he likes you, but you should have seen the last guy he dated. He was seriously huge” The bar was crowded, but he could still hear every word his friend said. Connor wasn’t small by any means, but he didn’t consider himself huge. At about 6’ and 220 pounds lean, with 18” arms... he got plenty of attention when they went out, but he wasn’t usually the biggest man in the gym. “So wait, how big was his last guy?” Connor asked. “His last boyfriend… the guy before you… I think his name was Carlos, he was Mexican. But I mean he was actually Mexican. You know? He hadn’t been in the US long. Didn’t speak much english. Anyway, he was seriously the biggest dude I’ve ever seen. He had to be 5’10” and waaaay over 300 pounds of solid….beef. He was immense.” “Woah, seriously?” Connor asked. “Yeah, he was freakishly big, and I think he got bigger the few times I saw him.…Like I said he didn’t speak much English but he seemed nice” “Wow. Why have I never heard or seen this guy?” Connor asked again “Dunno. He sort of was here and then disappeared. Didn’t seen him out and about for very long. Maybe he went back to Mexico?” Russell continued. “So how long have you known Juan?” Connor asked. “Well, I don’t really ‘know’ Juan… and he’s only been in Portland like a year and a half. He was in San Diego I think before then. But yeah, I don’t know him well… I just see him out from time to time. He doesn’t go out much, but when he does...he’s pretty hard to miss” Russell continued. Connor and Juan had started chatting over the aps two weeks prior. He didn’t know much about the latin muscle stud except that he was built like a brick house and lifted an insane amount of weight. Connor had to admit- he felt lucky that Juan had taken a liking to him at all. Juan was insanely hot. Handsome, huge and jacked… and hung too. But there was a lot he didn’t know about the guy. “And you knew his exes?” Connor asked. “Well, like I said, I met Carlos a few times. Huge dude. I heard he dated another monster sized guy before that. I don’t know the details. I just know Juan likes biiiig muscle boys.” Russell said, gesturing with his hands for emphasis. Russell turned to Connor. “And by the way, you’re looking buff dude. Are you on a cycle again?” “No, this time I’m not. I think I’ve just hit a stride at the gym or something. I’m not sure… but hey, I’ll take it.” Russell turned away from the bar and looked at Connor. “Well, you look great man. Any guy in here would be lucky to have you. I think you and Juan would make a cute couple” The two passed the evening together at the bar and went home. Connor got a message from Juan that night. That man didn’t seem to sleep much. “You up?” He asked. Connor got hard just thinking about being mounted again by that huge, hung latin stud. Juan came over, driving a pickup truck. It was around 2:00 am and the dude meant business. As soon as Connor opened the door, Juan was all over him…. Making out and stripping off his clothes. Juan looked so jacked… and he had this insane sexual energy about him. They’d hooked up twice already, but this was even more passionate than before. The two muscle stud were soon on the bed and Connor’s muscular legs were pushed up in the air. Juan began pounding his ass with an ferocity that he hadn't expected. It was hot, intense and somewhat surreal. Here was this big dicked, hairy chested muscle stud on top of him plowing his ass with this animalistic drive. It was like a porno come to life. Connor felt such a rush, almost like pins and needles on his skin. Connor’s dick was as hard as it had ever been… and it was like this insane energy in the room. They got into a solid rhythm, as connor massaged his dick. They came one after another. Juan’s big muscled body came down on him after, into a tight, warm embrace. Both of them were sweaty, covered in come and exhausted. They had fucked like animals for 20 minutes. Juan looked pumped, each of his muscles flexing, and Connor was totally flushed. His face and his body were red. He looked a little bit pumped too, he had to admit. The two cleaned off and snuggled in bed. When Connor woke up Juan was already up playing with his phone. “Hey big man, wanna go get breakfast?” He looked at the clock, a little groggily, it was 7:00 am. Connor had morning wood. And it was serious morning wood. The kind he hadn’t had in years. He was almost painfully hard. “Dude… I’m so fucking horny” he groaned. Juan, seeing another opportunity to get Connor off... began jerking the white muscle stud off slowly. It was the most intense hand job Connor had ever felt. It was insane. He couldn’t quick understand how or why it felt so damn good. Juan sped up. In a minute Connor felt the most insane organism in memory. It overwhelmed all of his senses. Juan was like a sex machine. While Connor was still reeling from the most insane organism of his life, Juan was getting dressed. “Ok good. I’m getting hungry. Lets get up” For some reason, despite the lack of sleep, Connor didn’t feel totally exhausted. He felt … well… caffeinated without having touch a drop of coffee. As Connor got up he swore his body felt different. First of all his skin felt a little more sensitive to his touch, but secondly, he swore he felt a little beefier. His arms, his chest… he looked pumped. Putting on a shirt from his dresser confirmed this. It was tighter than it had been last week, tighter in all the right places. The fabric hugged his chest, shoulders and arms nicely, showing off his beautifully built physique. A glance in the mirror though proved that he wasn’t just feeling bigger… he was bigger. Not much, but noticeably larger than he had been a week or so ago. More muscular, broader shoulders. Thicker, heavier looking pecs. Beefier arms. How was this possible? He looked bigger than he had just the night before. The two took off to an early morning breakfast at a nearby diner. The only other people in there were the elderly or perhaps night shift workers. Juan ordered a huge amount of food. A stack of pancakes, french toast, an omlette, a breakfast burrito. The waitresses eyes went wide as the Latino bodybuilder read out his order. “Hey, you gotta eat big to get big” Juan said with a sly smile. Connor couldn’t help but fawn over Juan. He was so handsome, so hunky, so freakin jacked. Did he look bigger too? Connor couldn’t tell. Connor read out his more modest order of an omelette and hash browns. Juan looked over with a devilish glint in his eye. “Its bulking season, right man?” Juan continued “Why don’t you add an extra side of pancakes to your order. Maybe add some more bacon. And double the hashbrowns…. Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” He said, flashing his wallet. Connor wasn’t sure what Juan did for a living, as the man had never been very clear on it on their few dates… but he certainly didn’t seem to wanting in cash. He had always had a lot of money. And he traveled often for work, usually to LA or down to Las Vegas. When the food finally came, Juan scarfed it all down with abandon. He ate all of it. An inhuman amount of food and it went by in a flash. Connor, for his part, managed to finish his plate, and the extra pancakes, hash browns and bacon without much trouble. He was surprised by his own ability to eat. “Thats what I’m talking about” Juan said as Connor finished up the last of his food. “Thats my big man.” Juan got the bill and paid for it quickly. As they chatted, Connor couldn't help but admire the Latin stud's bulging arms. Each big bicep flexed as he moved his hands to gesture. His bowling ball shoulders, his thick traps... The way his huge pecs were beautifully framed by his tight shirt. Connor started getting a boner again. Just everything about the man seemed to turn him on. Wherever he went, Juan raw sexual energy just seemed to radiate off him. “Can we go back to your place again? Juan asked, noticing Connor seemed like he was getting worked up again. “It looks like you’re tense again.” He said with a grin “And I need to make sure you’re not getting too tense” Juan ran his strong hang under the table and grabbed onto Connor's prominent bulge. “Yeah, we should definitely do something about this again” He said, tightening his grip around Connor’s shaft. Connors whole body felt electrified by Juan’s touch. No man had ever turned him on like this before. No man gave him such a turn on with just the slightest brush of his hand. Everything about him gave him such a raging hard on. His gorgeous radiant smile, his huge, sculpted, fantastically muscular body, his manly hairy chest and short beard over his strong square jaw. His deep voice. His presence. It was a presence of pure testosterone. How could anyone resist him? Standing up out of the booth proved to be a challenge for Connor, who’s big boner was prominently. snaking down the front his pants. He was hard as a rock and it was pressed tightly against his right thigh. He rushed out of the building hoping to have his boner go unnoticed. This brought a grin to Juan's face, who was excited to get another chance to release some of his own sexual energy into this growing stud. Juan couldn’t help but admire the man’s noticeably wider lats and broader shoulders as they left the building. Connor had probably packed on a good 5 pounds of pure muscle since last night. And as Juan would have it, Connor would be putting on at least another 5 pounds on his muscular frame before noon.

Hello all. Found this story on an old computer. If I remember correctly, it was inspired by a story about the wrestler Scott Steiner taking on a bodybuilder from the 80’s. I can picture the bodybuilder, but for the life of me I can’t remember his name. Anyway, here’s my story inspired by the theme. It’s way over the top and fantastical. It’s unfinished so feel free to add (and share) your own ending. Wrestler vs. Bodybuilder Scott Samson made his way to the ring with his trademarked air of utter confidence. Standing in the ring, shaking himself out, the renowned professional wrestler glared at the entryway, awaiting his opponent as he removed his robe to reveal skin tight, mid thigh length black lycra shorts. The man was massive. His fans roared their approval when he unveiled his hugely muscular physique. They could hardly wait for the spectacle of this huge man flexing and posing. His signature post introduction routine always drove his fans into a frenzy. This special exhibition match was going to be unique. Samson, arguably the greatest wrestler ever to prowl the squared circle, would be taking on one Matthew Robert Horn. Horn was bodybuilding's current Mister Olympia and had won that title consecutively more than any man in history. To make things even more interesting, The massive Mr. Horn was fresh off winning one of the year's major grand champion titles in Mixed Martial Arts, the first professional bodybuilder ever to do so. Horn appeared and a stunning sight he was. He appeared to be in the best shape a human specimen could be in, even bigger than most fans remembered. He wore black and yellow striped, square-cut posers and nothing else aside from a black, rubber wrist band with the slogan “No such thing as too big!” printed in yellow letters. Almost as wide as he was tall, the first thing that dropped jaws was the size of his upper arms. He had an enormous overall build, but his arms stuck out in particular, the triceps and biceps bulging out without even flexing them. His signature single biceps pose was so awe inspiring that it had earned him the nickname “Matterhorn” in the elite professional bodybuilding circles. Horn stepped into the ring and the two opponents glared at each other as the ring announcer made the introductions. Samson raised both his arms in a double biceps pose and as he’d expected, the fans roared their approval as the two guns peaked into their full physical majesty. Horn didn't flinch. He slowly raised his right arm and flexed his own massive biceps. A hush came over the crowd as the mass of his biceps and the thickness of the triceps combined to make an unbelievable sight. Horn smirked at Samson for having the nerve to keep flexing in the face of such sheer muscle size and power. Horn moved his forearm back and forth, accentuating his muscle and turning his wrist to add to the definition, expanding that massive forearm in the process. Samson continued flexing and the ref appeared in the ring, a tape measure trailing behind him. "Looks like these two have something to prove.” The fans loved this and roared with approval, the prospect of these two behemoths engaged in a flex off prodded them out of the stupor that the shock of Horn’s sheer size had put them into. The ref placed the tape measure around Horn's right bicep. The big bodybuilder steadied his flex at maximum so that the ref could get an accurate reading. The referee’s eyes went wide with shock. After a moment of being struck speechless, he managed to read the measurement aloud: “Twenty-four inches”. These were wrestling fans. Samson was their guy, but the sheer mass of Horn’s biceps stunned the crowed. Many were shaking their heads in disbelief. The silence was broken by Samson. He said nothing, merely clapping his hands slowly in mock applause as he smirked at Horn. The big blond wrestler then raised his left arm but rather than flex that massive biceps right away, he merely snapped his fingers to get the ref’s attention. Tearing his attention from Horn, the ref moved to measure Samson's left biceps which loomed huge even relaxed. Samson turned his wrist in and his forearm bulged huge with thick veins everywhere. He brought his wrist out straight and then flexed that muscle up high and huge. The ref wrapped the tape around the wrestler’s bulging upper arm and carefully took its measure. “I don’t believe it Ladies and gentlemen, Twenty-four huge inches!”, the referee shouted. “The Matterhorn has met his match!”. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause! Samson merely raised an eyebrow as he directed his gaze from his flexing biceps to Horn who was gaping at Samson's arm, then back at his own. “I-It’s as big as mine?!” Horn stammered, clearly shocked that a mere wrestler had been able to match him. “A tie”. He said, absolutely stunned. Samson’s expression changed to a slight knowing grin. “Nah, ties are boring.” Bearing down, Samson forced his biceps to bulge still larger. The tape measure slipped in the ref’s fingers from twenty-four to twenty-four and one quarter! Twenty-four and one half! Twenty-four and three quarters! When that awesome arm reached Twenty-five massive inches, Horn's jaw dropped. He slowly lowered his own arm, no longer eager to see the enormous muscle he’d spent years sweating for in the gym get ever more dwarfed in comparison to Samson’s As the wrestler’s biceps just continued to bulge larger, Horn shook his head in abject disbelief. “You’re...HUGE!” Blurted the big bodybuilder. He then glanced around, embarrassed that in his shock he’d exclaimed his awe aloud. Samson smirked at Horn’s dumbfounded remark and brought his right arm up, going into a double biceps pose. “Matterhorn, say hello to a couple of Mount Everests.” He laughed with smug satisfaction as he continued pumping those mountainous muscles larger, the tape measure reading inexorably increasing as Samson flexed. Twenty-five and one quarter! Twenty-five and one half! Twenty-five and three quarters! Twenty-six! Samson’s mighty arm was utterly dwarfing that of an Olympia class bodybuilder! Its sheer mass was making Horn feel queasy. He felt himself sway unsteadily on his feet. He had to concentrate to maintain his balance as he wiped at the cold sweat that had broken out on his brow. Samson smiled as he surveyed the massive peak that was straining the referee’s measuring tape . “Think I’ll stop right there. Looks like I'm making the muscleman go a little bit green around the gills, wouldn't want to make him faint dead away before the match even starts”. Deafening cheers drowned out the announcer who was attempting to call the measurements. The announcer moved for the mic. "And your winner, Scott Samson with 26 inches!” The crowd went wild as the announcer continued, "We know who's bigger now, how's about we find out who’s stronger”. Through his astonishment, an explanation for Samson’s impossible mass suddenly occurred to Horn. He'd seen it all in his career, the myriad of ways unscrupulous competitors used artificial shortcuts to achieve fake gains. Samson must have cheated his way to such implausible massiveness. Whether it was implants or some kind of injectable, Horn didn't know. The technique might have been flawless but faking size was one thing, strength was a different story. Horn was determined to crush Samson’s superficial bulk, arm to arm. He'd show this preening faker the power within true, hard earned muscle. The crowd roared their approval. The ref had an armwrestling table brought into the ring. As soon as it was set up the two muscle gods charged the table and crashed their mighty guns together. Samson pressed ahead three inches and Horn pushed him back to center. Horn tried an offensive thrust but Samson didn't budge, a big smile on his face as he held Horn, at bay. Horn sneered. “Get ready to have that stupid smile wiped off your face. I'm gonna give you until the count of three, then I’m going to snap this puny, puffed up arm of yours like the little twig it really is!” Samson smirked. “Not sure a muscle-head like you can count that high, so allow me.” Samson began to count aloud. "One", he called and he pressed Horn’s gigantic arm four inches past the neutral position. Horn’s mighty arm flexed to new heights as he struggled to regain lost ground but he couldn’t budge Samson’s enormous arm. "Two", Samson took Horn down 4 more inches, four inches closer to defeat, like the other man wasn’t even there, even as he increased his mighty effort to resist Samson’s powerful onslaught. Horn’s arm began to tremble, every vein and fiber of muscle present on the big bodybuilder’s arm was visibly straining in an all out effort to resist Samson. At that instant, Horn’s biceps seemed beyond the size that any human muscle should be able to attain. But Samson’s big, rock-steady, mountain of a muscle totally absorbed all the incredible power Horn’s massive, straining biceps could muster. Samson grinned cooly. Then, he flexed his mighty biceps up to new heights. The sheer size of it was astounding and the move demonstrated that he had been able to drive Horn to the verge of defeat with only a fraction of his biceps true power. Horn’s biceps quivered and quaked with strain as it was utterly dwarfed by Samson’s even larger muscle. Eyes wide, Horn could only shake his head in disbelief. In all his years of bodybuilding, he had never seen an arm so huge. He'd been sure such size couldn't be real. But the wrestler’s strength was all too real. He knew what was coming. “Three.” Samson declared and with almost casual ease, he finished Horn off, slamming his arm to the table with a loud thud that seemed to reverberate throughout the stadium. Samson’s huge biceps had put Matt`s massive peak down for the count, literally. "Your winner…..Scott Samson!" The ref lifted Samson's arm in Victory for the crowd’s approval. Humiliated, Horn hurled the table aside and charged. He was going to enjoy taking this smug bastard apart with his peerless MMA abilities. The two opponents started trading blows. And not just any blows. These were mountain crushing roundhouse rights that came fast and furious, each opponent alternately delivering one to the other. First Samson’s massive, balled fist plowed into Horn’s thick chest with a resounding thump. Then Horn let fly in return with his own haymaker that landed against Samson’s chiseled abs with a teeth rattling thud. A huge one from Samson pummeled Horn’s abs in return. Horn shook it off with a grunt and his careening fist pounded Samson’s bulging pecs with a sound like a sonic boom. Feeling his battle lust rise, Samson laughed heartily as his powerful body shrugged off Horn’s punches. He focused attention on that perfectly developed bodybuilder chest of Horn’s, wanting to pit himself against the muscleman’s strongest attribute. The two titans continued to take each other’s measures with probing punches, testing for weaknesses that could be exploited. Horn decided that it was time to take the wind out of Samson’s sails. Clasping both hands together into a club-like double-fist, he brought down a devastating blow just above Samson’s solar plexus. The plan was to stagger his opponent with the devastating hit, then follow up by pounding his vulnerable midsection, reducing him to a breathless sitting duck to be finished off at Horn’s leisure. Instead, Horn’s opening punch merely bounced off Samson’s chest as the wrestler anticipated Horn, flexing his pecs into the incoming punch. Those granite-hard muscles deflected Horn’s fists, the recoil causing the bodybuilder to stagger backwards. Horn struggled and managed to recover his balance enough to follow up with his planned assault on Samson’s exposed eight-pack but the way all his power had just bounced off Samson’s thick pecs unsettled Horn. The wrestler had to be putting up a front. No one could absorb such a blow without feeling it. Horn roared with fury as his powerful right found its mark, pounding Samson’s abs. Still roaring, Horn pressed his assault, landing one devastating punch after another against Samson’s gut. It was like punching a brick wall, but given enough time, Horn knew that even a brick wall would crumble before the titanic muscular power he’d worked so hard in the gym to acquire. Horn looked up to make sure Samson didn’t slip in a lucky punch and interrupt the rhythm of his onslaught. Horn expected to see Samson’s face contorted with pain, his limbs flailing uncontrollably as he was battered so relentlessly. To his shock, he was met by a big grin of amusement as Samson stood tall, bouncing massive pecs that made even Horn’s renowned chest development suffer by comparison. “Careful there Matt. Ya never know when I might decide to flex the old beer gut. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Horn struggled not to show his shock at Samson’s imperviousness to his punches. ‘Beer gut?’ Samson was mocking him, he may have been a mere wrestler but the man had abs that could hold their own on any bodybuilding contest stage in the world. And what did he mean ‘might decide to flex’, Horn wondered as he reluctantly marveled at Samson’s mid-section. Those abs...those obliques, the way his fists were beginning to throb with pain as his mightiest punches bounced impotently off them....Samson had to be at full flex. “Not...gonna psych me out. No way you can take much more of this.” Horn growled as he intensified his attack, strengthening his punches and increasing the speed with which they came. Samson's face changed, the grin was gone, replaced by cold glare. “Not calling me a liar now, are ya Matt?” When Horn drew back for his next punch, Samson put both massive arms behind his head and with a sneer of contempt at Horn’s puny punches, he crunched down hard, flexing his abs into super-defined columns of muscle that looked like a wall of cinder blocks. But cinder blocks would have yielded more beneath Horn’s fist. Horn’s battle roar transmuted to a howl of pain as his hand nearly shattered against Samson’s abs. Horn clutched his battered fist as Samson held his pose, flexing his impervious abs. The cocky wrestler even gyrated his hips, taunting Horn. “Why are you stopping muscleman? Thought you said this ole boy’s Bud belly couldn't take it. Surely you’re not gonna wimp out just because of a few bruised knuckles.” Horn gulped at the diamond hard cuts of muscle undulating powerfully over every inch of Samson’s midsection. He fumed at the patronizing way Samson kept using phrases like beer gut and Bud belly to describe abs that put Horn’s own to shame. “Or maybe you’re just mulling over some advice to give me; help me whip this gut into shape like you muscle show boys do.” The bodybuilder’s face burned red at the wrestler’s condescension. Even though Horn was currently in peak contest condition, his hyper-trained abs looked soft and barely defined compared to Samson’s astoundingly ripped abdominal display. Horn was becoming almost mesmerized by the wrestler’s undulating abs and obliques. The crowd was going wild. Samson seemed as though the cheers were a charge of electricity. He landed one of his own punches and Horn flailed back. “Snap out of it, boy, you're starting to drool.” Horn drew back to retaliate but Samson swatted away the punch with ease. His name was being shouted from the entire arena. He landed two quick, easy jabs, one to the right side of Horn’s square jaw and followed up by a left, the perfectly executed hits whipped Horn's head from one side to the other. Horn's arms fell to his sides. “Down goes your guard.” Samson narrated with a smirk and two more jabs that left Horn's body swaying unsteadily. “And there goes your balance.” Samson’s precise jabs seemed effortless, as though designed only to demonstrate his precision. But their power devastated Horn. “I could knock you out cold with these little love taps but I'm guessing this crowd wants me to show off a little.” Samson decided to put more raw power into a punch. “Let’s see how them mighty pecs stand up to a punch with a little more oomph.” Stomping the canvas like an enraged bull might paw at the dirt, he charged at Horn and let him have a haymaker of a right directly to the bodybuilder’s muscular, prize winning chest. The sheer power of it lifted Horn off his feet, catapulting his big frame into the ropes. The big bodybuilder struggled not to pass out from the devastating concussive force. He had never imagined that his mightily muscled body could be hurled through the air with such ease by one single blow. How could this buffoonish wrestler turn out to be so impossibly powerful. In perfectly timed anticipation, as if to confirm Horn’s fear of being out of his league, Samson planted his feet, put his hands behind his back and flexed his chest and abs into a wall of rippling muscle. The ropes had slingshotted the hapless Horn back toward the waiting wrestler and the big bodybuilder thumped into Samson’s muscles as he flexed them. Incredibly, Horn bounced off that wall of flexing muscles and back toward the ropes. His ears ringing and his vision blurring from the force of the impact. Samson charged closer and when the helpless, disoriented Horn careened off the ropes once more, he was again driven into Samson, who again flexed his pecs, bouncing Horn back into the ropes. Samson now stood toe to toe with Horn hemming him in against the ropes and with nothing more than the flexing of his mighty pecs and an expert sense of timing, Samson was pec-bouncing Horn senseless, hammering the bodybuilder into the ropes only to have them rebound Horn back against his flexing pecs over and over. Complete chaos erupted in the stands as the huge muscleman was bounced back and forth with each of Samson’s flexes like Horn was little more than a plastic ping pong ball. Being pummeled helpless by the immense power generated by the mere flexing of Samson’s thick pulsating pecs broke Horn’s will. “H-how can he be doing this to me? He’s gonna pound me to pulp...just by f-flexing”. There could be no doubt. The wrestler had him powerfully, even frighteningly outmanned, overpowered and outmuscled. Horn knew he had to get the ref’s attention, he had to concede before Samson killed him. But he was at the mercy of the wrestler’s mighty flexing pecs. Samson was watching Horn’s eyes closely as he effortlessly and repeatedly bounced the big bodybuilder off his pecs. When he saw the look of defeat there, Samson clamped a bearhug onto Horn on his next impact. He stepped back toward center ring with the dazed muscleman as he spoke close to his ear in order to be heard over the crowd. “Thinking about tapping out, muscleman? You wimp out on me and I’m gonna find you after the bout and I’m gonna stretch out on my back and instead of bouncing you off the ropes I'm gonna bounce you into the stratosphere, then into orbit.” As if to prove he could do it, Samson performed a slowly building flex of his pecs as he spoke that made Horn’s eyes go huge with disbelief. “Y-yer pecs…” Horn wheezed. “...crushing...me.” “Aw, I’m barely flexing, runt. Now man up and pay attention. Stay in the match and you stay alive. Got it? Otherwise I show you what happens when I flex these pecs for real.” Eyes wide with fear and awe, Horn nodded his obedience. “J-just please...stop f-flexing.” “Good boy.” Samson grinned and as a reward he briefly relaxed those dominating pecs. “Now, where were we? You made me lose count.” He released Horn but immediately pulse flexed his pecs, hurling the stunned bodybuilder across the ring into the ropes yet again, then bolted after him. The ropes stretched to an an almost cartoonish degree as the sheer power of Samson’s flexing chest drove Horn’s body into them with such force that the turnbuckles groaned with the strain. Unfortunately for Horn, the ring held together and the ropes snapped back, whipping him violently back toward center ring. He could see Samson sprint to a stop, halting his hugely muscled frame on a dime at the edge of the ring with a frightening degree of controlled athleticism for such a massive man. Clasping his hands behind his waist, Samson arched his back and presented those massive pecs as he waited for the impact of the hapless bodybuilder against them, a devilish smirk on his face just barely visible over the huge muscular display. “NO!” Pleaded the world renowned bodybuilder in the split second before, with practiced precision, Samson flexed into Horn’s impact. The thick torsos of the two men slammed together. Horn’s pecs slammed into Samson’s, flattening against the wrestler’s thicker, broader chest muscles which were expanding toward him. That explosive muscular expansion hammered Horn through the air like a baseball being blasted off the bat of a hall of fame slugger. Grinning, Samson alternately flexed each pec in an intimidating, rapid fire display as he watched the terrified, barely conscious bodybuilder ricochet off the ropes and hurtle back toward him. Samson bounced the Multiple Olympia title winner until Horn began to lose consciousness. "Gotta say Matt, I'm a little disappointed here." Samson sighed, as the repeated impacts of Horn against his unyielding pecs failed to even register as perturbations in his voice. "Didn't think I would have you this out-manned." Samson stopped bouncing his pecs, then with a big grin, flexed into a double biceps pose as Horn thudded to a stop against his chest and then crashed to the mat in front of him like a collapsing building. "Ohhhh!" groaned the announcer as he vicariously absorbed the punishment that Horn was receiving. You couldn't hear anything in that arena because of the sonic boom roar from the crowd and Samson's name being called out from every corner. The announcer tried to shout a commentary over the pandemonium but failing to be amplified over the thunderous ovation, gave up. Fans were even posing in a mock-Samson pose in the stands as well as giving Samson the applause of his life. Horn, meanwhile, breathed in the grit of the canvas as his face was ground into the mat from his massive frame crashing down. He couldn’t believe the power of Samson. Horn was arguably the most muscular bodybuilder on the planet, but Samson had pummeled him senseless just by flexing. As if to confirm his muscular superiority, Samson was hitting a flawless side-biceps pose as the ref ran around the ring pushing photographers away who had climbed up on the ring apron. Horn manage to sit up. Samson noticed and decided that he’d had enough posing. He moved to Horn and reached down for a handful of Horn's hair which he used as a handle to raise his dazed opponent to his feet. Horn returned his gaze with an open mouth and glassy eyes. “You’re tougher than I thought.” Releasing his hair, Samson held Horn’s eyes with a confident glare as the bodybuilder swayed unsteadily on his feet. Samson bounced the pecs he’d just used to devastate the big bodybuilder. “What I just did to you by bouncing these big boys was just a warm up, though. Ready for the main event?” Samson struck that unmatchable double biceps pose he was famous for. Horn swooned as those biceps towered over him. His eyes rolled back and his trembling body crashed back to the mat, his face eating dust again. Samson turned to the audience, giving them the best possible view of his unmatchable guns. “Guess I got too much muscle for the muscleman, huh.” He flashed a white-toothed grin as the crowd roared anew. The ref took to the center ring with his mic, trying to restore order. "I think Horn has had it, ladies and gentleman. Samson has, so far, out-muscled and out-gunned Horn!", shouted the announcer, relieved at being heard again over the din. "I've never seen Horn look like that! Samson is just too much for him!" The fans were in agreement as they shouted in approval. Samson agreed as well, and he continued flexing for the cheering crowd. Horn was showing signs of consciousness again. Again, Samson assisted the groggy Horn to his feet wasting no time, he sent him careening into the ropes. Planting his feet squarely in the center of the ring as he’d done when bouncing the muscleman off his pecs earlier, he waited as Horn rebounded. This time Samson raised his thick 26" gun, flexed quickly, then charged the oncoming Horn. The massive Samson arm clotheslined Horn and he flipped him into the air where he spun through 360 degrees! Samson kept his arm in the clothesline position and Horn fell from the air to land, draped across it with the giant biceps peak driving into his gut. Samson bent his arm at the elbow and flexed. In defense, Horn flexed his abdomen against the motion, abs against biceps. Biceps won. As his overmatched abs collapsed, Horn feared he was about to be snapped in half by Samson’s bulging arm. But Samson whipped the gasping man around into a bearhug. As he’d done with his abs, Horn desperately flexed his pecs against Samson’s chest to defend against their crushing mass. Samson smirked at Horn’s puny effort. He slowly increased the flexing of his unstoppable pecs as he spoke. “We already know you don’t stand a chance against a real man’s chest, don’t we runt?” Samson’s point was reinforced by the relentless way his bulging pecs were flattening Horn’s chest, considered one of the greatest in the sport of bodybuilding, but totally outclassed by the mighty wrestler. “I said ‘don’t we runt’!” Samson shouted, ramping up the bulging expansion of his pecs. Horn felt his torso being deformed painfully as it conformed to the rock-hard curves of Samson’s burgeoning chest. “Y-yes,” gurgled Horn. “please...y-your chest. Can’t...breath…” Samson laughed. “Well, well, well. I guess it’s time for the best chest in bodybuilding, to say hi to the best biceps in wrestling.” Relaxing his mighty flexing pecs, the wrestler rotated the bodybuilder in his bearhug so that Samson’s right biceps was bulging directly against the center of Horn’s battered pecs. “Flex ‘em up, boy.” Samson goaded as he began to tense his right biceps against Horn’s chest. “But your b-biceps, I...I can’t win.” Duval virtually groveled. “You're...too much…” But he flexed down as hard as he ever had in his life, afraid of defying Samson’s command. His thick pecs bunched up into a rock-hard shield against the slowly flexing peak of Samson’s impossibly massive right biceps. “Tell ya what, wimp, I’m gonna give you a fighting chance here. Not gonna squeeze ya, just gonna drive my fist into my palm and flex. All you gotta do is contend with a little bit of bulging from the flexing of my biceps.” Horn gulped with something like relief as he felt Samson’s bearhug go slack. With a glimmer of hope, he flexed his chest even harder, maybe he could still show Samson what a world class bodybuilder was made of. Neither the relief nor the hope lasted very long. Samson tensed both biceps and Horn’s eyes opened wide in sheer awe. The wrestler’s left biceps expanded at his back. It felt like being pressed against a giant unyielding anvil. The hammer was Samson’s massively peaked right biceps. The iron of Horn’s desperately flexing pecs was overwhelmed instantly. Horn managed a desperate, breathless groan of pain as he was slowly crushed between those impossibly hard, huge biceps. “What’s the matter Matt? Stuck between a rock…” Somehow Samson flexed his guns even larger, “...and a hard place?” Horn felt his ribs all but fracture, but he couldn’t make a sound at this point. As Horn began to pass out, Samson relented. “Yeah! Biceps win, huh, Matt?” He cradled the swooning bodybuilder in his left arm as he flexed up his right in a single biceps pose. He then draped Horn over his flexing arm again and began to pulse flex the giant muscle up and down. Horn’s entire body rose and fell along with Samson’s flexes. Samson noted Horn’s silence. “What, not convinced? You wanna try again?” The idea of that terrified the gasping bodybuilder. He shook his head desperately and finally managed to speak. “Buh-Biceps...w-win.” He concurred. “Biceps...win.” He repeated to make absolutely sure his surrender was understood. “YEAH they do.” Samson crowed, nodding his head. He seemed to be saying "Oh, I’m not through toying with this wimp." Plucking Horn From his flexing biceps, he slung the huge man over his shoulder and then pressed him overhead, using the massive bodybuilder like an exercise barbell, Samson pumped him up and down with absolute ease. Manhandling Horn’s mass with no sign of strain, Samson brought the bodybuilding champion around in front of his chest and, maintaining his grips at Horn’s left knee joint and neck, Samson started curling him for rep after rep. Samson never showed the slightest sign of slowing or tiring, but the motion alone was enough to make his 26 inch biceps pump up to their unbelievable max. Samson seemed to grow frustrated with the lack of challenge presented by curling Horn like an oversized dumbbell. “C’mon Matt, you need to put on some real muscle. It’s like curling with a toothpick .” Samson hoisted Horn high overhead with one arm and then slammed him bodily to the mat like a discarded paper cup. The impact bounced the ref off the canvas. He managed to come down on his feet but he had to steady himself on the ropes. Samson scooped up Horn like a ragdoll. He wedged the struggling man’s head between his left biceps and forearm, then climbed to the second rope at one corner of the ring. Samson stood balancing against the top rope and suspended Horn over the crowd by hitting a single biceps pose and dangling the muscleman with his head still trapped by that flexing biceps. Horn clawed at Samsons steely arm, trying to free his head as his feet flailed in the air. “Aww, that big mean ole muscle too hard on your poor noggin?” Samson teased. He grabbed Horn by the neck and held the man high, showing him off like a trophy. When the cheering this induced died down, the wrestler flexed his mighty right biceps once again. The crowd cheered more. They never seemed to get enough of those god-like arms. Then Samson folded Horn almost gently over his flexed arm. With a mighty grunt of effort he flexed his right biceps with such speed and power that the explosively expanding muscle catapulted the defeated bodybuilder high into the air. Laughing, Samson watched Horn fall back toward him. He flexed up his left biceps and twisted at the waist so that Horn crashed back down onto that mass of bulging muscle. “Gotcha!” Samson called out as Horn’s big frame slammed into the even bigger muscle, where the bodybuilder once again lay limp, folded over the wrestlers arm. The feat stunned the crowd to silence. It didn’t seem possible to be so far above other men in sheer size and strength. There was a single sound that could be heard in the awed silence. “No...m-more.” Pleaded Horn as he slapped weakly at the wrestler’s huge biceps. “S-someone...someone...help me.” Samson laughed. “Who’s gonna help you, runt? One of yer muscleman pals?” The wrestler flexed his left biceps again with unimaginable speed and force. The bodybuilder was hurled high again almost to the ceiling of the facility before plummeting back down to thump bodily against the wrestlers insanely powerful flexing right biceps. “Bring ‘em on, I say. The more the merrier.” They watched in awe as Samson flexed again and again, bouncing an Olympia worthy bodybuilder from one mighty biceps to the other like a child toying with a rubber ball. “Might be fun pumpin’ these big ole biceps like this, only juggling you and Priest and Wheeler and Yates. HAW HAW, now THAT might even be a challenge. See how many of you Olympia types I can keep in the air at once.” At this point the crowd was actually starting to flee the arena out of fear. The ref was watching Horn bounce off Samson’s biceps repeatedly in a stunned trance, oblivious to the pleading, half conscious looks the helpless bodybuilder managed to affect after each impact with one of those omnipotent muscles just before being heaved skyward to new heights by the next unstoppable flex. Finally, Horn slammed into the multi story high roof of the arena after one of Samson’s phenomenal biceps flexes. “Oops.” said Samson with an almost sheepish grin. “As tempting as blasting you through the roof might be,” Samson explained as Horn’s huge but limp body slammed back down onto his massively peaked left biceps. “the owner is a pal of mine.” “P-please…” Horn managed, gasping for breath. “I’ll do...anything. Just...no more.” Samson laughed, flexing his left biceps larger and sending Horn higher. “I think it’s safe to say that I got the muscle to make you do what I want, with or without your cooperation.” He reached with his free arm and grabbed Horn, wrapping a thick, powerful hand around the traumatized bodybuilder’s neck and lifting him off that mountainous biceps. Samson wrapped his arms around Horn and pulled him against his bulging chest. “So your offer don't mean much, does it?” Horn was in no position to argue the point. At his back, forearms like sequoia pinned him against the impossibly huge, muscular expanse that was Samson’s pecs, while on either side of him, like massive planets poised to collide, the wrestler’s gargantuan biceps threatened to pulp him between them with the merest flex. “Please.” Horn pleaded, gasping. He was aware of his powerfully developed chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. The mere sight of this never failed to elicit slack-jawed stares of awe in the gym after an intense session. But against Samson’s vastly thicker, denser pecs, his frantically heaving chest was like the beating of butterfly wings against the steel hull of a battleship. “Your muscles...you’re super...human. I never...had a chance.” Samson tensed his pecs ever so slightly. Horn’s body was compressed between those two burgeoning slabs of muscle. “Guess you shouldn’t have challenged me then, huh muscleboy?” Horn struggled futilely to free himself, but Samson responded to the big bodybuilder’s efforts by flexing those awesome pecs to such massive proportions that Horn’s entire torso began to be wedged into the cleavage between them. “NO! God no! I'm...stuck between...you gotta stop.” Horn pounded futilely against the surging, titanic slabs of muscle that were Samson’s unstoppable pecs. “You...can’t keep flexing bigger...you’ll flatten me!” Laughing, Samson released the bearhug and placed his hands on his hips, holding Horn in place between his pecs with nothing more than the crushing force of his flexing chest. “Flatten you? Such a drama queen for one of the mightiest pro muscle dudes on the planet.” Samson grinned wickedly as he continued flexing those mountainous pecs slowly larger. “

Update - been a while since I've done any drawings, can't find my supplies, first layer of shading is down with HB. Until I find the other pencils won't be able to finish it.

Inspired a quick doodle