Leaderboard

Chapter 23 The end of September quickly became the beginning of October, and James and I were closer than ever. We weren’t attached at the hip like Dave and Luke, thankfully, but we were fast approaching that territory. James still slept in his own room, sometimes I went 15 or 16 whole hours without seeing him, and we didn’t text each other when we were in separate classes, but we were firmly established as a couple. Sometimes, when James was walking through campus by himself, strangers would recognize him and shout, “Soccer tweet’s boyfriend!”—something that always made him look down and speed up. The beard made James easier to recognize. He did nothing in half-measures, and he felt he had to out-do the photographer. Most 22-year-olds can’t grow a beard so thick and luxurious at all, and James did it in ten days. I stopped him before he went full Duck Dynasty, and now he kept it neat and trimmed near his face. Our relationship had definitely progressed over the past few weeks—James was eating off plates and no longer tripped or got tongue-tied. However, I was painfully aware that I had never seen my boyfriend naked. And the few times he’d gotten undressed near me (mostly at the gym), he did it behind a door or made me turn around so I wasn’t looking. “Like a gentleman,” he always added. We hadn’t moved past second base, and even then, I had to reach under his shirt. He wouldn’t take it off. My body demanded sexual release, even more so since I had a cock like an aircraft carrier. After James got me hot and heavy during our make-out sessions, I’d have to run off to the men’s room and jack off two times really quickly just to be in the same room as him again. I decided to confront him in my dorm room one afternoon when Luke (and therefore Dave) was at soccer practice. “I’m fine with going slow,” I told him after explaining my frustrations. We were sitting on my bed, and James’s eyes were opened wide after my confession. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. I know you’re a virgin, and your first time can be a big deal. But I want a physical aspect to our relationship, and I need to know we’re headed there.” “You’re right,” he said. “I’ve been doing it on purpose.” “Why?” I was past confused. James steeled himself and said, “I’m scared.” “Of sex?” “Of what comes next. If I disappoint you, I’m scared you’ll leave me. I know you’ve had a threesome. I heard Victor’s screams at the theater party. Fuck, I’ve known you since freshman year and know how many exes and one night stands you’ve had. I’m still getting used to kissing.” “I don’t expect you to be a porn star right out of the gate,” I said. “Heck, I might disappoint you.” “That’s another fear I have,” James admitted. “I had you built up so much in my mind, I had you on a pedestal for so long, that I’m scared that if the sex isn’t mind-blowing, I’ll be disappointed and resentful. I’ve been working on reminding myself that sex is just sex.” “Exactly!” I said. “And we might not even be sexually compatible at first. We have to find what works for us, and that could take a few times.” “I’m getting there; I swear,” James promised. He looked nervous and agitated, like the tripping, inarticulate James I’d known for three years. “I’m just not a me who’s that me yet.” “I’m not saying we have sex tonight. There are steps in-between.” I put my arm on his shoulder and pulled him in close. With my other hand, I stroked his beard. “For instance, I haven’t even seen you shirtless.” “I don’t like being shirtless in public.” “I’ve never even seen you shirtless in private.” “Never?” “Not even when you change at the gym. You do it in one of the stalls.” James sat back and said, “Never?” I shook my head. “That’s easy enough to fix.” James got up and started to take his shirt off, a t-shirt striped with thick lines of dark green and navy blue, but then he suddenly stopped. “I’m going to do this right,” he said. “I might not know how to have sex, but I know I can dance.” He took his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. They were my favorite pair of his pants: tight black denim with silver fixtures. He scrolled through a few screens, selected a song, and then pressed play. It was some slow, old school R&B song I’d never heard, but it sounded like a sex scene from a 1980s movie. Once the music got going, James began to undulate his hips and move closer to me in tune with the music. He then turned to his left profile and did a few body rolls, one fast, and then three slow. I could clearly see all of his muscles flex in and out, even through the shirt. He then took his right hand and reached over to the bottom of his shirt on his left side. Slowly pulling up, he flashed me his abs. They were prominent and powerful, set in a tight waist and covered with thick, chestnut hair, the same thickness and color as his beard. He then lowered his shirt back down and wagged his finger at me, as if to say, “Not yet,” all in time to the music. He then jumped, turning in mid-air to repeat the tease on the other side. I had never realized James was this nimble, and this time when he lifted his shirt, my eyes were drawn down to the top of his jeans, which had crept lower. A small tuft of hair was situated just above his zipper—a trail leading to buried gold. The song entered its second chorus, and James faced me, slowly rolling his body closer to and the further away from me, his crotch front and center. James was definitely getting worked up, as the bulge in his pants grew. The fabric was too dark to get a good picture, but the mystery was intense and captivating. When the song hit the bridge, he crossed his arms in front of himself so each hand could grab the opposite shoulder of the t-shirt. Then, with a forceful tug, pulled the shirt in two directions at once, tearing it in half, revealing his glorious pecs. They were thick and rounded with a pleasant swirl of hair, slightly darker than his beard, spreading from one side to the other, denser in the middle than at either side. His nipples were smaller than I expected, but pert and forthright, darker than the skin that surrounded them. James shed the remains of his t-shirt and put them in his right hand, swung it around the back of my head, and caught the other end in his left hand. He pulled me up tight and close against his body. As the song came to a close, he whispered in my ear, “Is this a step in the right direction?” I answered by bending down and slowly covering every inch of his torso with staccato kisses. Eventually, we tumbled to the bed. We lay in each other’s arms; I traced my hand through his chest hair and ran my pinky over the ridges in his abs. “Thank you. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to reciprocate.” “You can lend me a shirt,” he teased.

A month after Dino had gotten his prostate exam from Doc, and had met up with Ruben, all three of them were living at Doc’s house. Doc had put Dino on the same regiment that he and Ruben were on, and Dino had responded well. Real well. And he wasn’t going for shred so much as for bulk. He’d gained 50lbs in 30 days, and was loving every minute of it. He couldn’t pass by a mirror without getting a big dumb grin on his face. He rub his big hard powerlifter gut, then bounce his big bloated pecs, and snort with pleasure. Then he’d go into the kitchen and make a gallon of mass gainer shake. Doc was buying it in bulk now, bringing it in by containers the size of spackle buckets. The three of them were going thru several buckets a day. On top of the vast quantities of food. They were each taking in tens of thousands of calories a day. Doc was up to 290lbs, and had stayed lean and symmetrical, like an oversized Frank Zane, or Bob Paris. Ruben had muscled up 525lbs. He’d taken to hiking into the woods behind the house for his workouts. He liked to uproot trees, then snap their trunks across the back of his neck. He loved the sound of his power splintering the wood and the feel of his huge traps against the bark as the trunk bent across them until it cracked. He’d toss the splintery remains into one of the ravines that ran deep into the woods. The ravines were full of boulders that he could rip out of the ground and carry them up and down the steep slopes, bloating his monster quads and calves to superhuman proportions. He loved feeling the blowtorch-like burn in his massive thighs as he powered his way up the hillside. On his way back to the house, he’d clothesline more tree trunks with his clublike forearms, snapping them like toothpicks. He felt his loins churning as he used his strength and size to plow through the woods. Local police started getting reports of Sasquatch sightings, and Doc could understand why. When Ruben reappeared in the backyard after several hours in the woods, he looked like a primordial beast, his massive frame covered in dirt, broken bark, leaves, his massive limbs scraped from thorns and branches. Sweat rolled down his torso, turning the dirt into rivulets of mud as it ran down his bulging gutball. He’d be raging to rut with whoever he grabbed first, Doc or Dino. Good thing they weren’t fragile. Ruben raged inside them, his eyes glazed over with lust. Afterwards, Doc would clean him up with rubbing alcohol, cleaning all the debris and scrapes until his skin was shiny and tight on his massive muscles. Then they’d blow each other. It was a good life. Money, however, was a growing concern. Doc had cut way back on his practice, as he was now only taking new patients who already weighed over 300lbs and who wanted much more. Doc came up with the idea of starting a sperm bank after he did DNA tests on his remaining patients, and also Dino and Ruben. All the men turned out to have a high percentage of Neanderthal DNA, which explained their thick powerful bones, heavy limbs, extra thick necks and traps, protruding brows and jutting jawlines. And the ease with which they added slabs of muscle to their already powerful builds. None of them ever got colds or the flu. Doc had their sperm tested too, and found out that the gear they were all on had permanently altered their genetic codes, triggering a stronger response from their Neanderthal chromosomes. Doc got ‘deposits’ from all of them, and marketed it on the dark web, in order to avoid any legal issues. He found a niche market very fast, of people wanting physically superior offspring, and money started pouring in. Dino, to do his part, got a job as a security guard at a nightclub in a seedy part of town. It was known for having a rowdy crowd, especially in the wee hours, but the owners were smart enough to let Dino work with no shirt, and the number of brawls and street fights plummeted immediately. All Dino had to do was strut thru the club, his huge hairy arms sticking out as they rested on top of his barndoor lats, and the place stayed calm for the most part. If some dude got drunk enough to cause trouble, Dino would take them to a dark corner and explain to them how he could deadlift 1200lbs, so what did they think he could do to their fragile little bones. That calmed them right down. That, and having a 350 pound shirtless powerlifting gorilla about an inch from their face. The owners also let Dino get up on stage to put on a muscle show. Dino was a huge hit. Turns out his 350lbs bulk, covered with thick black hair front and back, was a welcome change from the normal strippers the club usually hired. His massive bloated pecs were like two oversized hot water bottles, filled to the max, and he could control them perfectly, bouncing them up and down rhythmically, or heaving them out far and resting a beer mug on each pec, then walking around the stage with them balanced on his magnificent furry slabs. He loved seeing guys get wet spots in their pants as they watch him flex and strut. He knew which ones he could push over the edge by going closer to them and sucking in his big gut, then letting it out. Sucking it in, letting it out, until the pelt of his big ballgut brushed against their noses. Some men fainted from it. Dino would smirk and move onto his next victim, rubbing his thickly muscled gut along the way. He was coming home with thousands of dollars in tips every week. One morning, two cops showed up at the front door of Doc’s house. Doc was at work, and Dino was sleeping in, so when no one answered the door, the cops started snooping around toward the side of the house. Someone had called in about loud noises coming from the area. The cops heard some deep guttural grunting coming from behind the house, so they walked around the side of the house to the backyard. Both of the cops stopped dead in their tracks as they saw a 525lbs Ruben doing curls with an Olympic bar loaded with 405lbs, wearing only a black pair of posers. He grunted out one slow, controlled rep after another, his biceps swelling bigger with each curl. “Holy shit,” stammered the one cop, who was a 21 year-old rookie. “Look at that fucking guy.” “Stay cool, Tom,” said the older cop, even though he was pretty stunned himself. He stepped into the backyard far enough for Ruben to notice him. Ruben saw them, but continued to do his curls. He started counting out reps, grunting 54, 55, 56….until he reached 60, then he dropped the bar to the ground, the plates sinking 4 inches into the sod. He took a step toward the cops and said, “What can I do for you boys?” His voice so deep and strong, the cops felt it in their bones. He casually bounced his massive pecs as he stood before them. He glistened with sweat, and both his huge arms had a vein the size of a garden hose pulsing down them and branching into multiple veins like a river delta. His delts were the size of basketballs, and rippled with thick ropey muscle as he rolled his shoulders up and back. “Jesus,” said the rookie. The older cop said, “Um, we’re just checking out the neighborhood for a noise report.” He was having a hard time not staring at Ruben’s unbelievable torso. “Have you heard anything unusual around here lately?” “Not around here. Unless you mean something like this.” Ruben leaned toward them and flexed into a most-muscular pose. As he did so, he let out a tremendous roar. Muscle swelled up all over him, and veins emerged everywhere, even on his forehead. Both cops staggered backwards. Ruben stepped closer to them, and squeezed into his pose even harder. “Holy crap…” said the rookie, feeling his knees start to buckle. The older cop grabbed him by the arm to steady him. Ruben chuckled at how easy it was to stun the two cops with his mass. “Want a ride?” he said to them, as he grabbed both cops by their belts and lifted them. The cops each weighed around 200lbs, but Ruben was straight-arm lifting them like they were two pillows. Their feet dangled off the ground. Ruben curled them upward, and his huge arms bunched up into boulders that were bigger around than the cops’ waists. He hoisted them straight up overhead and walked around the yard with them. Meanwhile, from an upstairs window, Dino was watching. He’d gotten up when he heard voices, and was now naked and jerking off as he saw Ruben using the two cops like light dumbbells. He was already leaking when Ruben turned and walked toward the back of the yard, his massive, stone-hard glutes bulging out of the sides of his posers. Dino could see the striations in the huge muscle ass even from upstairs. It pushed him right over the edge. He put one big hairy hand on the window frame, and then he spewed all over the window. Ruben put the cops down. Their legs buckled and they went down to their knees. Both of them were hard in their pants. Ruben smiled, then flexed his 8pak roidgut an inch from their faces. Both of them groaned. “Want to touch?” Ruben asked. The cops reached out and laid their hands on Ruben’s tight belly skin. Ruben pushed his abs out. They rounded out like 8 curved paving stones. The rookie cop was getting a wet spot in his crotch as he felt the stubble on Ruben’s rockgut, and ran his fingers along the deep ab ridges, slippery with sweat. Ruben looked down at him, feeling pleasure at the young man’s awe and worship. His posers were tenting out. Worship and awe always made him want to rut something. Out front, Doc pulled into the driveway, arriving home early from the sperm bank. He got out of the car, wearing only a lab coat and a pair of boxer briefs. He’d discovered early on that he could get ‘donations’ from the musclebound freaks at the bank much faster if he went into the exam room with them, and pulled his lab coat open at the chest, exposing his shaved, heavily striated pecs. None of his donators had muscle development that was as shredded and grainy as Doc’s. And he kept his pecs shaved and oiled to highlight that shred. When he flexed them, thousands of striations popped out, tight as guitar strings. “Strum them,” he would say, and almost as soon as the big men’s fingers touched Doc’s chest, they would cum in their cup. When Doc saw the cop car, he went around to the backyard, curious. He came around the corner just in time to see Ruben shaking out his 48”quad in the older cop’s face. “MASS,” said Ruben, and he flexed his leg. The quad muscles tightened up like stone, and his extreme vascularity pulsed through his skin. The cop put his hands on the monster quad, and when Ruben said, “Bigger than your chest,“ the cop came in his pants. Ruben snorted, then he grabbed the rookie by the back of his neck and lifted him to his face. Then he kissed him on the mouth. Deep and long and rough. The young cop came in his pants from the feel of Ruben’s muscle tongue owning his mouth. Ruben sat the rookie down on the ground. When Ruben saw Doc watching them, he smiled, and flexed into a double bi, Doc’s favorite pose. Doc was already swelling up when Dino came out of the backdoor, still naked and hard. “Need to rut,” said Ruben, as he ripped off his poser. “Jesus,” said both cops at the sight of the naked behemoth, his big cock rising up as it engorged in the fresh air. The rookie looked behind him and saw the thick naked bulk of Dino, standing next to the 290lb Doc. “What is this place?” Dino walked over to the rookie with the swagger that someone gets when he knows that guys will stuff 100 dollar bills into his jockstrap just to get close to him. “You’re in Muscle Heaven, little dude.” Then Doc walked over. He stood over the rookie, and opened up his lab coat, completely exposing his shredded torso. He flexed. Thousands of muscle fibers popped out all over him. The rookie fainted. The older cop craned his neck around to see. Doc turned to him, and flexed some more. “Oh my god, look at you,” said the cop, bracing his hand on the ground. Dino, Doc, and Ruben looked at each other, grinning. They stripped down the cops, and for the next couple hours, they had a 5-way in the backyard. Doc focused on the rookie. Ruben focused on the older cop, reminding himself to be careful not to break him. Dino switched back and forth between the teams. The cops would never be the same. They ended up quitting the force and moving into Doc’s house. They pulled their weight by servicing the three huge musclemen in every way. They cooked and cleaned and maintained the house in return for hours and hours of worship and adoration. They got bigger themselves, just from all the muscle spunk they were taking in, but Doc never put them on gear, and they were perfectly happy just serving their muscle superiors. On Ruben’s 60th birthday, they baked him a protein cake and celebrated his age and the fact that he’d hit 600lbs of muscle at 2% bodyfat. Life was good.

Chapter 22 The first week after the soccer game passed. After chem lecture on Friday, Dave and I went to meet our boyfriends at the cart, but there was a crowd waiting there. “Why are there so many people in our spot?” I asked. Dave looked through the crowd. “Except for James, they’re all on the soccer team,” he said in fake surprise. I pulled out my phone. There was a reminder flashing—a reminder I didn’t put in my phone. It said: “Photoshoot! Today at 11!” I showed Dave my phone. “Oh good,” he said, “you got my reminder.” I had completely forgotten that was today. When Dave and I joined the group, everyone stood. I made my way over to kiss James hello, and Luke started talking. “Now that everyone’s here, let’s go.” We moved as a group to the photoshoot. The whole time, I stood close to James and we whispered to each other. “I don’t get it,” I started. “The guys on the soccer team love it when the girls in the stand fawn over how hot they are. Even when Dave does it. They had no problem doing the shirtless car wash last year. Why would only 11 of them do the calendar?” James shrugged and said, “I assume they have tiny dicks.” The herd of us had arrived at the art building. Before half the team had backed out, Luke had secured one of the studios in the basement for the shoot, and the photographer was meeting us there. His name was Nicholas Donner, and he was nothing at all like I expected. He was a fireplug of a man, a really macho, burly guy dressed like he was going on a hunting trip, not to a photoshoot. He was wearing a tan vest covered in pockets, a flannel shirt, faded jeans, and paint-stained boots. He completed the image with a thick beard. The studio was intense, full of professional equipment and more workers than I expected. “How can the soccer team afford all this?” I blurted out loud. Dave coughed. “No way,” I said. Dave demurred. “I’m not saying that I tricked my mother into footing the bill for a nude calendar of my boyfriend,” he paused, looking for a way to finish the sentence. A moment later, he said, “But that’s exactly what I did.” “You masterminded this whole thing.” I was almost impressed. Dave feigned an innocent look. “What? She can write it off.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “It’s for charity!” For the ease of organization, the team had decided to do the shoot in the order of the months. I was November, so I was going dead last before the group shot. To protect our modesty—a notion I found adorable given the circumstances—Nicholas had cordoned off part of the room with a portable partition that went two-thirds the way across the room, designated as the nude area. Only naked people, Nicholas, and his staff were allowed in the nude area. Two teammates would be behind the cordon at any given moment: the one being prepped with hair, make up, and minimal wardrobe, and the one being shot. When it was Luke’s turn (June), Dave tried to peek over the cordon, but a lighting guy fended him away. While October was going, I was asked behind the cordon to get ready. Once behind the wall, I was surprised to see just how many people were on this side: three light technicians, two runners, a costumer, a makeup artist, a hair stylist, and Nicholas. How rich was Dave’s mother? One of the runners pointed to a place I could hang my clothes, and I stripped naked. I was then pointed over to the makeup chair where the artist, an older red-haired woman with a gravelly voice—said, “You don’t need much, now do you?” Apparently, she’d been using makeup tricks to make the other guys’ muscles pop out more. For my shoot, I needed to look wet, but sexy wet, so she sprayed me with a glycerin solution. I wanted to ask about its composition, but this wasn’t the time or place. At the same time, the stylist, a rail-thin woman with hip-length ashen blond hair, looked closely at my hair and said, “Oh, thank God, you dye it. If this was your natural hair color, I would have to poison you.” She rubbed a styling gel through my hair to give it a faux, messy, I-just-stepped-out-of-the-shower look. I shook my head back and forth, and not a single hair moved. That was weird. Nicholas called me over after October was finished and had me stand in front of a green screen. The background was going to be superimposed later. He looked me up and down, up and down, smiled, then looked me up and down again. “So, soccer tweet guy actually looks like that,” he said, nodding in approval. He turned to his lighting technicians. “Let’s get some split lighting on this beefy motherfucker.” He turned back around to me. “Can you tuck that thing,” he pointed to my cock, “or do we need a prop to hide it? Like a firetruck?” Every word he said sounded like an accusation. “I doubt I can tuck it,” I said honestly. “Of course not,” he said. He turned to a runner. “Get him a prop.” He turned back to me, “We want to give the audience a thrill, not a heart attack.” “Whatever you want me to do.” He grabbed the back of the runner’s shirt to stop him from leaving. He then said, very slowly, to me, “You’d let me shoot your whole dick?” “Sure,” I said bluntly. “From base to tip?” “Isn’t that the point of this calendar?” “Everyone else teased,” he released his runner and had a one-sided conversation with him. “If he’ll show that mighty cock, I have to seize this opportunity.” He paused, and then, filling in the other half of the argument, added, “But no one else did, so it would throw off the calendar.” He paused again, and then taking up the first half, suggested, “Compromise? Show most, not all?” I had been standing in a neutral stance, but I decided I had to end this man’s torture. I spread my legs further apart so my cock and balls dangled between my legs. I then began swaying back and forth so they would swing, showing their weight. That made up Nicholas’s mind. “Okay, we’re making erotica, not a monster movie. Get the prop. Now, you, November. In this picture, you are getting ready for the big game. You’re fresh out of a hot shower, and the camera catches you getting dressed.” “If you made it a cold shower, my nipples would be hard,” I suggested. Nicholas turned to the other runner. “Get November some ice.” The second runner ran off. The first runner came back from the costumer with an athletic cup, and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” the runner asked. I held the standard-sized athletic cup in front of my meat to show how woefully inadequate it was. Nicholas growled, “Are you serious?” Then he snorted. “For the love of fuck, get him something big enough!” As the runner scurried back to the prop table, Nicholas said to me, “He’s my nephew, or I’d fire him.” The runner was stumped. He hadn’t brought anything big enough to suffice. So, I put up my finger to tell them all to wait, and poked my head around the cordon. “James, my bag.” James handed me my bag, and I went back around the cordon. I took my jock out of my bag, held it in front of me as though I were about to step into it, and asked, “How’s this?” Nichola grunted his approval and then yelled, “Ice!” The second runner came up to me and offered me a bowl of ice. I took a handful and iced my nipples until they were hard and sharp. The first runner then handed me a towel, which I draped over one shoulder. I put my jock back into position. Nicholas then shouted a bunch of directions in a row about how to hold my body, and I complied. He was about to take the first photo, when he whispered something to the second runner, who swapped the towel with a tiny wash cloth. Once the swap was made, I returned to the exact same pose, and Nicholas took a dozen photos in rapid succession. After he had his shot, he turned to his costumer. “Do we have a pouch big enough for him?” “Pardon?” I asked. “The last shot’s all 11 guys—the group shot. Everyone else is going to be wearing a modesty pouch, but I’m pretty sure these fuckwits didn’t bring one big enough for you, and you’ll go commando.” He thought about it for a moment, then added, “The would be great for the photo, but shit for their egos.” Then, to the costumer he said, “Give him the biggest one, see if it fits.” The costumer came over with what looked like a beige colored sock with an elastic ring at the top. I put one testicle in, then the other, and then there was no room for my shaft. The costumer, undaunted, handed me a second pouch just for my cock. All by itself, the cock was thick enough to hold the elastic in place. “The difference between a professional and an idiot nephew,” Nicholas decreed. The other guys all came back behind the cordon. The conceit for this picture was that we were all in a huddle. The guys on the team protested that huddles were more of a football thing than a soccer thing—something I did not know—but they relented when he explained the camera would be pointing up from underneath us in the middle, making us all look like giants. When the shoot was done, we all got dressed. James and Dave were happy to see us, and as we were about to leave the studio, Nicholas came up to me, lit a cigarette three feet from a No Smoking sign, and called out, “November.” I turned around instinctively. “Who represents you?” “Represents?” “Agent. Manager. Whoever got you this gig. You’re clearly a ringer.” “I’ve never done this before. I’m on the soccer team. Technically.” “That was your first nude photoshoot?” “That was my first photoshoot,” I corrected. He handed me his card. “If you ever want to take pictures like the one we almost took, I’d love to work with you again. This time, I’d pay you.” “You’re not hitting on me, are you?” I said. “My boyfriend …” Nicholas interrupted me. “Fuck no,” he said, flicking some ashes. “I have a wife and two mistresses. I need to take the photograph you deserve because I take photos of beautiful people. Who gives a fuck if they’re men or women? Beauty’s beauty. I would love to shoot beautiful you again. I could do a whole gallery show on you.” “Maybe,” I said, and the four of us left the studio. Once we were away from the art building, James asked, “When you thought he was hitting on you, were you tempted?” “Not even a little.” “He was hot,” James admitted. “The only thing hot about him is his beard,” I said, kissing James on the cheek. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” That was the moment James decided to grow a beard.

What's that smell? I wonder as I enter the seemingly deserted house. "Dad? Hello?" The weird mixed smell of burning grew stronger as I headed toward the door leading to the basement. I was worried. Dad's certainly not been the same since mom left a year ago. He's not been eating properly, lost heaps of confidence and just lately he's been secluded and quiet, keeping himself to himself. As I opened the door I could hear what sounded like....chanting? What the hell? I slowly headed down the flight of stairs and as I did I saw my dad come in to view, sat cross legged on the floor, dressed in his pyjamas, surrounded by lit candles and staring deeply at his reflection in a large mirror while he finished chanting some kind of ancient language. What the hell was going on? My dad then stood up and turned toward me, he didn't even look surprised or embarrassed that I saw him just doing some weird chant. - ah son, great timing! You should say goodbye to the father you thought you knew - What do you mean Dad?! What the hells going on? Just then a sharp wind powered up outside and smashed the small basement window and whirled inside engulfing my dad. My Dad though seemed to welcome this mini tornado engulfing him. It felt...hot! I could feel the heat radiating from it. It had some kind of red hue to it as well. My dad lifted his arms to his side, opened his mouth and the mini red tornado dove inside him! What the hell was going on? What did he mean by the father I thought I knew? - AHHHH YES! I CAN FEEL IT SON! - What Dad? What can you feel? - power, son!...ultimate power! And as I saw something changing...My dad inching taller and taller....surpassing me, heading toward 7 feet tall...I knew exactly what was happening now...and I was glad to have a front row seat. - hahahaha YES, everyone will have to look up to me now son. FUCK!! My dad then started filling out his pyjamas with obscene amounts of muscle piling on by the second! His body weight must have increased from his average 170lbs....to 200lbs....to 250lbs.....to 300lbs! As his pyjamas gave way to mountain like shoulders and pecs, monstrous veiny arms, tree trunk like legs and a cobble stone like 8 pack! The only piece of clothing that still remained and what my dad kept hidden was a bright red pair of posing trunks sporting a huge package! - AHHHHH YES! What do you think to your old man now son? I'm a god damn bodybuilder! Always wanted to get away with a pair of these on! Hahaha My dad was in fucking heaven as he continued to grow and grow, and flex in his trunks! Piling on more muscle and inching up higher and higher toward the ceiling! - Holy shit Dad! When are you gonna stop! - stop! Nah son this feels too fucking good! Bet you wish you were this big! Do I wish I was that big? Obscenely muscular and the biggest man on earth! HELL YEAH! - of course I wish I was that big Dad! You're a fucking god! - then let's be gods together! Open wide! And with that my dad opened his mouth and the red tornado came flying out heading straight for me! Forcing my mouth open and down my gullet! - FUCCCCCK! I CAN FEEL IT! - Time to grow, boy! It was like an explosion inside me, a sensational explosion as I grew taller and taller and wider, bones snapping and cracking and rebuilding themselves to accommodate all my new mass! My will made my growth faster as I burst out my clothes and caught up with my dad in mere moments flexing a godlike double biceps! We must have both been 12 feet tall and weighed about 1000lbs each! My dad was still in his posing trunks that were struggling to contain his package and there was me, completely naked, my cock completely hard and stood to attention at 15 inches! Not that I cared! I was a freakin behemoth! - wow son! Looks like you have me beat in the cock department! Let's see if we can fix that! And with that my dad concentrated with his hands on his hips and actually willed his cock to grow! The thing bulged inside the posing trunks, then completely burst out like a torpedo being fired completely destroying the trunks, the cock shot up to 1 foot.....2 foot. And thick as an anaconda! - OOHHHH YEAH! THAT'S A REAL MANS COCK BOY! - Fuck Dad! Let me catch up! I found that I was able to will my cock to grow too! I matched my dad's and we both began stroking our monstrous dicks, flexing and worshipping each other. - No more ordinary life left for us at this size boy! Might as well keep going! C'mon! Concentrate with me! Becoming a giant with my Dad? FUCK YEAH! And we concentrated!....and we grew! Bursting out from our house in mere seconds ready to show the world their new gods! Higher and higher we grew! Our muscles and cocks growing in proportion. We flattened cars. Then we grew even bigger. Then we flattened houses. Then we grew even bigger! Then we fucked skyscrapers! People ran in terror. Then the military attacked. Their bullets and rocket launchers bounced off our skin like nothing as we laughed! We had a fun time disposing off them. Me and my dad winked at each other before stroking our huge cannons and firing load after load back at our attackers! Me and dad were gods on earth thanks to his little spell. Being worshipped in all our glory. Our power was limitless. I sometimes willed myself to grow an extra cock, or extra arms, just to heighten my pleasures. My Dad was just happy willing himself a new pair of blue posing trunks to accommodate his gargantuan size and cock. Life was good.

Your stories are always something else and t's always sad to read their ending but all great things must come to an end and this was a fantastic ride. The Doc gre to eb the ebst evrsion of himself and Ruben helped him achieve that then Dino came into the duo and got a new perspective on life one he throughfully enjoys. This was awesome.

You're very welcome. Thanks for the awesome analysis!

Fantastic move into denouement territory with this chapter, Dredlifter. I may have been in a bit of an odd mood while reading it, 'cause I was howling with the comedic, slap-stick set-up of some(lots) of the material. I suspect you may have also let out your inner goof to shine a bit. ? I really don't know if it's Trevor or myself who's happier that Seth gets to maintain and widen his height advantage over Jack. Seriously, that boy has Issues. His total relapse into full-blown doucheclown when his family arrives and during the wedding continues to speak volumes about his personal demons and insecurities. Loved the Mark height advancement you included and for keeping Trevor real enough to witness it and feel gratified with Jack's discomfort. Giving Jack the spokesperson role was an interesting choice. Some part of me hopes that having this massive kind of role for the company would finally make him less of an absolute dick, but, given what we've seen from him, it'll probably just make him worse and more insecure. Honestly, I've never understood his cruelty, especially considering he's won every 'lottery' imaginable with his more than semi-charmed existence. His initial shock and weirdness at the Christmas dinner made sense but I haven't been able to do anything but dislike him since. The introduction that Elongro's parent company is finally going to be legitimate in the US has a whole shit-tonne of my alarm bells going off - Sequel *cough* Spin-Off *cough* Collaborative Performance Art.... It also really stabbed my weak spot for Trevor's plight through this whole story. Had he waited for them to be legal, it would be too late for him to take Elongro because he'd be too old (in theory). I am curious if Trevor's going to get a lab work-up while Seth's in town. It would probably be a bit much to bring in this late and eat up a bunch of content, but you did make it a point to include some explanation behind Seth's incredible response to the drug. Doesn't quite explain the other three outliers, but really, Seth is the one who's still growing. *swoon* There's only one part of the story left, but, if Psylocon is a full-blown company, they're going to have a whole host of products available that we won't see that could have (or even could still) been of benefit to Trevor had he waited until after college. The very peculiar tidbit that Seth was starting a natural, late growth spurt and may have outgrown Trevor even without Elongro twists the Trevor-blade in my heart a bit more. I did want to mention how much the entire wedding content after the kinky share night screams allegory for me. It's another example of how this story speaks out and connects with your readers in an intensely emotional way. The way Trevor doesn't seem to fit in even though he's the Best Man is a parallel for so damn much, even beyond connecting to anyone who's felt like that 'one person' who stands out terribly at a wedding or elsewhere. The reason we stand out/stood out can be varied, but that passively (or not-so-passively), ostracized, interloper vibe is captured in this chapter disturbingly well through Trevor's experiences. I'm stuck in that in-between emotion of wanting to thank you for how you wrote it and wanting to curse you with epic, aching, ever-expanding blue-balls for how you wrote it. We also have to talk about your love of cliffhangers. And by talk, I mean that I may have hired some offensively-off-key, singing telegram ear assassins to stalk you.... You and me both, Trevor. Upside for me, I have a lot of lube ready. Downside for Trevor, he never seems to have access to any. ? I'd be willing the bet the doors are taller than ten feet.... We already know Trevor's gift is not measuring things vertically without help. ? Add to this, the ceiling on the other side is probably a couple of feet taller than the doorway at least. Anyone want to predict what Seth's closing size will be? Thanks again, Dredlifter!

Chapter 21 The soccer plan went without a hitch. I was actually impressed how well it worked. The stands were packed—mostly women there to ogle beautiful men in tight shirts and shorts. I was only in the game for fifteen seconds. The entire team, the coach, Dave, and James—everyone in on the conspiracy—were convinced I faked it when I tripped over that first kick. I didn’t. I simply missed and fell. The knee injury was completely fake, though. I’m just glad the audience stayed to watch the other guys play. By the end, according to Dave and Luke, the people in the stands were cheering for the game, and not just the hot guys. People quickly figured out that both me and the tweet had been a publicity stunt, but no one cared, least of all the newly-devoted soccer groupies. And for a few days after the soccer game, things basically went back to my new normal. There were some noteworthy distinctions. The biggest change was that now complete strangers recognized me. They weren’t just staring and pointing anymore. They would ask, “Are you the soccer tweet guy?” And I’d say yes. Most of the other changes were minor adjustments to what I thought of as “my new life.” The most obvious change was that James and Luke really ratcheted up my workouts. Our daily hourly workouts lengthened into alternating 90-minute workouts and two-hour workouts. One weird change happened that first Wednesday. Dave and I had chem lab on Wednesday afternoons, and it was the one place I was used to still fading into the background. However, when I put on my lab coat that first time after the soccer game, my chest was too big for me to button it shut. My chest jutted out of the top, and I got plenty of attention. By the Friday after the soccer game, I’d stopped tripping over myself and walking into doorways. I had to move with a bit more caution and with a lighter step than I was used to. James told me, “You look like a dancer when you walk.” I told him that I’d always thought the same thing about him. My favorite change was breakfast. When the four of us sat on the grass eating breakfast, it was no longer just Dave with his head in Luke’s lap; I almost always had my head in James’s lap. We tried it the other way around, but my cock liked it a little too much, and I kept poking him in the back of the head with my erection. Speaking of my footlong friend, my cock came with a flurry of surprising changes. I could no longer wear boxers; I burst out the front and down the side. So, I graduated to boxer briefs. Also, crossing my legs now required intense focus, or I would crush myself. And masturbating was now an aerobic workout. I wasn’t going to pressure James to do anything he wasn’t ready for, but my augmented testicles created a cocktail of hormones that demanded a certain amount of sexual release, an amount that was only going up as James and I grew closer. I realized right quick that I needed to schedule at least three masturbation sessions a day or there’d be hell to pay. The first session of the day was in the gym. As soon as our workouts were over, I would lock myself in the first available stall. Standing while facing the bowl, I would drop my shorts, and my cock, ever-ready, would meet my abs just above my navel. It was too thick for either hand to reach all the way around, but I needed them both to stroke the length. In the small space, my muscles fighting each other for room, pumped from a workout—this was easily the fastest of my daily sessions, especially with images flashed through my brain: James grunting as he squatted, James sweating through his shirt, James lifting objects still too heavy for me. As I was about to climax, I’d aim for the toilet and release my first, largest, and heaviest load of the day. I’d grit my teeth and clench my jaw to minimize my orgasmic bellows, but I was still vociferous. Every time I flushed, I would fear the load would clog the plumbing. But it never did, so I would leave the stall to shower and change. I needed another session before I did any schoolwork. I could make it through class okay, but being alone in my room, my mind would wander to my ever-growing body and my studly boyfriend, which made studying impossible without release. As Luke (and therefore Dave) was usually at practice this time of day, my second session was my most self-indulgent. I’d play loud music so no one could hear my grunts of exertion. In my room by myself, I’d use my right hand to stimulate the head of my cock while I used my left to play with my massive ass. This usually led in me impaling myself on as many fingers as I could fit, all the while pretending it was James filling me. I’d lean on the dorm room door and work myself over, teasing my ass, for up to a half hour. Eventually, I’d work myself into a frenzy and cum like a fire hydrant broken open in the summer, getting it all over myself and the floor. I had to buy heavy-duty stain remover, several air fresheners, and all new towels to keep up with the fantastic volume I produced. My final session of the day was in the shower before bed. If I didn’t release a load before going to sleep, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and have to jack off then. I thought of this more of a maintenance session than a pleasure session. I’d get the water nice and steamy, rub my cock along the muscles of my legs and abs until it got hard. I’d feel every square inch of my body until my cock fairly demanded for release. Then, I’d point it down the drain and fire. I couldn’t wait for James to be ready.

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

Part II: Over a month had passed, and the gym was almost completely deserted. The last of the optimistic ‘soft-body’ New Years crowd that packed the gym for weeks had given up ages ago. Not Jake though. He looked more obsessed than ever. Clank. Clank. Clank. “Hhhfffffff…” Jake exhaled as he pushed through rep after rep on the bench press. God he looked huge, and was looking bigger every day. His sweat-soaked tee shirt clung tightly to his bulging torso, exuding a piercing musk that emanated pure masculinity. Now into his 8th set, his fully hairy engorged pecs lightly peaked against his chin, rising higher and higher with every thrust. “More… More… More…” he said under his breath, staring at the bar with a mindless look in his eye. Every single day for the last two months, Jake was in the weight room pushing himself like a madman. He would be in there for hours, grabbing heavier and heavier weights off the racks, not stopping until he was drenched in sweat and could barely lift his arms. As the gym attendance dwindled with each passing day, he only seemed to grow more emboldened. Sometimes, not feeling content enough, he would even go back a second time in the evening just for an extra pump. “YEAH,” Jake boomed as slammed the bar back into place. “Gaahh…. Damn, I’m getting so fucking strong.” Sitting up on the bench, he flexed his bulging pectorals and bounced them up and down. I was still blown away by how big he had grown. 85 pounds in 8 weeks? How was that even possible? Ever since we met each other in high school, Jake and I had nearly identical physiques. When he worked out, I worked out, and we were constantly neck-to-neck with each other. After Resolution Day though, I tried to keep up with his insane regiment, but he quickly outpaced me within a matter of days. It was like he was possessed: constantly eating, lifting, flexing and growing uncontrollably. For the first time, we were miles apart from each other. And I didn’t like it. Grinning, he looked over at me. “Phew, thanks for spotting me. Ready for squats?” Squats. I tried not to wince. “Oh, uhhh, you go ahead. I really need to slow down on the leg workouts. My thighs are getting too big, and I’m running out of pants as it is.” I wasn’t over-exaggerating. My legs always naturally grew faster than the rest of my muscles, and in trying to keep up with Jake, I must have gone a little overboard. For whatever reason, my butt felt enormous, like two heaving globes of muscle that kept growing heavier and heavier. No matter what I ate, everything seemed to go straight to the trunk. In truth, I was actually down to my very last pair of workout pants, and even then, the poor things were dangerously tight around my glutes. If I didn’t pass on wearing underwear, I probably wouldn’t have been able to fit into them. “What? That’s not how this works.” Jake protested. “You NEVER stop working out a muscle group. You’ll just get flabby, not smaller. Come on, let’s just start with just a plate-less bar.” I groaned. “Fine. But only a few sets. Then we’re leaving.” “Deal,” he said, heaving himself off the bench and waddling over to the squat rack. Reluctantly, I followed him and ducked my head under the suspended bar. Standing beside me, Jake brushed his calloused hands against my lower back to adjust my form a bit. I could feel the heat radiating off his heaving chest. “Wow. Your pants really are looking a… a little tight,” Jake commented, his eyes smugly giving me a once-over. “Might want to size-up soon.” “Shut up. You’re one to talk.” I scoffed. “Haha, fair point,” he laughed. He walked behind me as I started my set. I looked away from him, but I could feel his eyes resting on my butt as I dipped for each squat. Jake was doing that more and more lately… staring at my ass. And he was starting to get less coy about it. As I lifted the bar, my mind drifted back to what I wrote in my resolution... or perhaps, HIS resolution. I will have mind-blowing sex with my roommate over and over, growing more fucking virile and horny for him each time. I stole the resolution I wrote the from his room the very first morning-- It was still sealed, and there was no way he even had a chance to read it. Somehow though, everything I wrote seemed to be happening to him regardless. In sober hindsight, I had no idea what made me write that second point, especially since Jake was about as straight as a freeway. Maybe Jake’s new gym routine was a total coincidence, I thought. And the noticeable pay-raise I got last week was something I was working hard for anyway. Psychics and magic aren’t real—and it would be crazy to think a couple of hastily written scribbles had any power to change anything in the real world. Still, what if it wasn’t a coincidence? I couldn’t help but think of what would happen if that second prompt came into effect. In retrospect, the way I wrote it, there is no way it would be good. Our friendship would be ruined for sure. I glanced at Jake out of the corner of my eye, and he quickly made an extremely obvious look-away at another point in the room. Damn. It was getting worse. I could feel myself turning red—and it wasn’t from squatting. Suddenly, in the middle of my last extended dip, I heard a bursting ‘RRRIIIPPP.’ I felt the tightness around my glutes loosen as the fibers finally caved, and a giant tear burst in the back of my pants. “Shit,” I gasped as my heart rate skyrocketed, wondering if my crack was exposed. Bad choice to skip on underwear after all. Knees buckling, I let the light bar down as Jake rushed right beside me to help. “Woah, woah. I got you.” Jake said. I felt his powerful arms wrap around me as he grabbed part of the bar. For a big guy, he was fast. Just by close proximity, I could feel the enormity of his strength oozing from him. Up close, I could see the obscene vascularity of his arms as they slowly lifted the bar off of me. “Haha, oh fuck thanks man.” I said, trying to laugh off the moment and ignore the screaming voice of embarrassment ringing in my head. Standing up and looking in the mirror, there was a clear burst in the seams on the back of my pants, and without any underwear, my cheeks were totally exposed. Even though the gym was pretty much empty, I still felt like I was totally on display. “Damn, you blew right through those!” Jake said, sounding more impressed than embarrassed. “You’re getting so big man. I don’t think my glutes will ever be that massive.” “Yeah, well, I think I’m going to call it for today—can’t finish a workout in these.” I said, trying to sound cooler than I felt. “I’m going to grab some spares in the gym store, and go to the mall after to get some upgrades. You good to finish on your own?” “Totally. You should be proud, man.” he winked, waving me off. “See you back at the apartment.” ----- Jesus that was so embarrassing—I couldn’t stop obsessing about it. Maybe Jake and I should avoid eye-contact for awhile until I had enough time to drown the thought away. Hands full with bags of new clothes, I walked up the stairs and up to the apartment. As I unlocked the door though, I thought I heard something. Deep heavy grunting, like some kind of growling beast. Quietly putting my keys down on the counter, I noticed the sound coming from Jake’s room. His door was partly ajar, with a dim light streaming through the opening. Slowly walking over, I peeked through the door to see Jake’s massive bulging back, standing naked in front of his TV. Fuck he looked huge! He was grunting like a fucking animal, bucking his hips back and forth as his huge right arm pumped his cock. “Awww, fuck yeah. Getting so huge,” he growled, totally consumed in himself. The tone of his voice was much lower than his normal timber, heavier and more dominating. “Ohh yeah, look at me. Wrap that thick ass around my cock. Grrr… God that feels so fucking tight.” Trying to peer around his massive frame, I noticed that his TV was actually turned on. A cord from the iPhone on his bed was linked right into the side of it. Squinting a bit, I noticed the TV was playing footage of a gym… our gym. As the video continued, I slowly noticed the back of my own head going up and down—like I was doing squats. Wearing the same outfit I had on just hours ago. “Fuck! Can’t stop growing,” he said as his pumping went faster and faster. “Grrrr...Feels so fucking good. Can’t wait to be even fucking bigger… Gotta grow… gotta GROW INTO A FUCKING MONSTER! UUUGGGG!” Jake roared, jerking at breakneck pace, flexing one arm and arching his torso, accentuating the perfect-v form of his back. He started grunting louder and louder as he started turning red. Veins popped out across his entire body as he flexed harder and harder. From a distance, it almost seemed like he was pumping up bigger and bigger, expanding slowly expanding outward the harder he squeezed. "Ohhhh fuck... what's happening to me?!" he gasped. As the video version of me sped up the squats, I could almost tell what was going to happen next. “Shit!” he shouted as I heard my pants in the video audibly tear. “NoNoNoNoNONONONOOOOOO….. oh FUUUCK!” he roared as a stream of thick cum shot out, splattering all across the TV screen. His cock unloaded stream after stream at his feet, each volley shooting further than the last. Jake could only mumble unintelligible things as his whole body spammed, flexing his entire body as it thrashed in heat. ---- I didn’t wait for him to finish. I quietly darted back to the front door, and stood there quietly for a moment. What the fuck did I just see? After thinking for a second, I steadily opened the front door, and then slammed it closed loudly. Stopping my feet around, I shouted, “Hey Jake, you gotta check out my new clothes!” After hearing some clumsy stumbles, I saw his bedroom door quickly close shut. “Hey man,” he coughed, sounding a little hoarse. “Just uhhh… just heading to the showers—be right there though.” This was wrong, I thought. Jake’s attraction seemed to be getting worse and worse. We were only 3 months into the year, and Jake was already more massive than I ever wished myself to be. Who knew when it would stop? What would happen if he ever had his way with me? As he was trying to clean himself up behind his bedroom door, quietly swearing at himself, I knew what I had to do. I had to destroy those fucking resolutions.

Daniel is a teenager getting ready to focus on his college plans. His grades are so good that he earned a scholarship to a great university. He has never really focused his energy on the way he looks, but his classmates have let him know has small he is quite often. At only 5'5 and 120 pounds, he looks slightly out of place among his senior class. The reason could be due to the fact that he never went through puberty. He has no facial hair and his body hair is practically invisible. His parents always tell him that it will happen when he least expects it. They want him to be careful when he is out in public. He finds this quite amusing, but he always felt they were partially right. He has female friends, but they don't see him as a suitable mate, rather just a guy they can talk to about their problems in their lives. He has never had a sexual preference for either sex, but wouldn't mind dating either sex. His male buddies kid him all the time about his boyish looks and how his muscles look like they belong on a 10-year old. He has two really close friends that could not be more different. One of them, Anderson, is small like him and has dated him occasionally. He actually likes Daniel a lot, but he doesn't see him as a match since he likes bigger men. His other buddy, Vance, is a tank that befriended him when he bailed him out of a fight in elementary school. They both have hung out quite a bit in the last few years and have even had sleepovers in his backyard. He is very open with Daniel and has let him put his arms around his body when Daniel sleeps. This never connected with him before, but it is possible that he really likes Daniel. He is biracial and understands what Daniel has been going through more than he realizes. He too was picked on because of his differences when he was younger before he bulked up and took a stand against his bullies. Daniel invites his two good friends to a campsite the weekend before you all graduate to just enjoy their last days together. As all three of them are setting up their tents, Daniel feels really dizzy and has to go sit down somewhere. Vance sees how he his feeling and picks him up in his arms to carry him over to the riverbank beside the campsite. He sees that Daniel is about to go through some kind of change, but he doesn't want to tell him. He watches him closely to see if he is going to pass out or not. Anderson watches both guys as he continues to put up the tents and yells at Vance every once in a while to know how Daniel is doing. He lays him down and unbuttons his shirt because he sees how much Daniel is sweating now. He reassures him that he is there for him no matter what happens. Daniel can feel excruciating pain running up his legs and into his chest. Vance hears something pop as he watches his buddy’s legs lengthen their way towards the river. His eyes grow huge when he sees this as he also feels Daniel’s thighs getting thicker and stretching the fabric in his jeans. He notices the denim starting to fray as body hair emerges through the gaps. He looks down and witnesses his feet tearing through his boots as he starts to thrash about. Vance is now mesmerized by his transformation. With Daniel’s shirt still open, he sees his waist thicken as cords of muscle begin appearing in his midsection. Vance places his hands on Daniel’s growing chest and feels the pecs blowing up into giant mounds as his abs begin popping out from within. More cracking is heard as his back starts to reshape making room for more growth. It hurts exponentially, but Vance is noticing that Daniel is beyond the pain now. He sees lats growing from behind his back and they are pulling the shirt away from his body. Daniel’s back is growing so much that Vance can feel him actually being lifted from the ground by it. Now his arms are starting to vibrate uncontrollably. His skinny arms he had inside his shirt are now exploding in size, getting huge and powerful. He sees Daniel’s forearms shred the shirt as his growing biceps blow through the sleeves. Now his shoulders are ripping through the top of the shirt and Daniel’s neck widens leading to his voice changing. He hears his moans change to deep groans and growls. While his face still looks the same, his body hair has dramatically thickened as a black forest begins to grow all over his body. He caresses Daniel’s body hair as he goes in to kiss him. As he approaches the newly mature Daniel’s face, he watches in delight as a nice coating of hair has appeared on his face. The growing teen is spent from the growth, but Vance's kiss ignites fireworks between the two of them. Anderson missed the whole sequence, but he will soon know how it resulted. The pants Daniel is wearing are so dangerously tight that they are cutting off the circulation to his legs. To relieve the pressure, he flexes his new quads as the pant seams explode. He easily rips them off and to show off his beautifully hairy legs. Vance smiles as he turns him on so much. He tries to pick Daniel up, but he is now over 6' tall and Vance is 6'2. He kisses him passionately again and wants to make love to him. The underwear he is wearing amazingly is still intact, but his cock has slightly grown too. He has to adjust it to where his cock sits on the side instead of in the upright position. Vance starts rubbing it with loving caresses and holds him with his other hand. He looks Daniel straight into his green eyes and admits that he was aware of him impending change and wanted to wait until the time was right to make his move. He pulls his engorged cock out of his underwear and leans down to kiss the huge cockhead. He licks it with his tongue and then spits a small amount of saliva onto it making it nice and wet. Daniel feels his mouth go down on the shaft and slowly starts moving up and down on it getting a nice rhythm going. He moans incessantly as Vance gets him close to the edge and keeps stopping over and over again. This makes him want to go deeper inside Vance’s mouth. This prompts Daniel to start growing again as his ass rips the seams of his underwear. The eager sucker grabs the hair thickening up on his ass and starts to finger his hole. He can feel something from within Daniel that may cause another growth spurt and decides to pull his cock out of his mouth. He starts jerking him to the point that he can't hold back any more and erupts. His thick white fountain splashes Vance in the face as he starts gripping the ground. He smiles as Daniel’s back begins to get longer again. His muscles are getting so big and thick that his body hair now looks thinner. He scoops up some of Daniel’s cum and starts to rub it into his body beginning with the pecs and arms. The growing teen moans as it appears to be working. The hair thickens back up again and coats all of his muscles more than before. Vance gulps down Daniel’s growing cock and swallows the jizz that is still flowing out of him. He rubs his buddies head and wants to kiss him again. Daniel pulls Vance away from his cock long enough to drizzle some of his cum onto his tongue to share a wet kiss. He swallows the tasty cum and watches as his abs thicken up and widen. Vance rubs his bigger muscles and wants him to grow even bigger. At 6'6, he is not sure how much more Daniel wants. The two studly teens can now hear Anderson yelling back as he can see what has happened. He races over and feels how powerful Daniel’s body has become. He hasn't always been as open about his feelings for Daniel as Vance has, but he obviously likes what he sees since he has his hand in his pants. He sits down beside the two big teens and watches the two of them start to go further. Vance is taking his clothes off now so he can sit on top of Daniel’s thick cock. He bounces up and down on him wanting to feel him erupt inside his body so he can possibly have his own growth spurt. He is now about four inches taller than Vance and about 50 pounds bigger too so he can move him around with ease now. As they get into the doggy style position, Daniel is able to get all the way in and go to town on him. He yells in pleasure as the now aggressive top is hitting his prostate and milking him. Anderson moves down to get underneath so he can catch Vance’s spunk into his mouth. Daniel can feel how close he is now so he doesn’t hold back anymore. He shoots massive jets of cum into his eager bottom’s belly and shutters at the extraordinary feeling. Vance yells in ecstasy as he explodes straight into Anderson’s waiting mouth. Without much effort, Anderson sprays his spunk all over Vance’s big feet. The three horny teens fall over on the riverbank completely spent from the sex capade that just occurred.