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Chapter 39 Before I knew it, it was November 16th, Dave’s 22nd birthday. When I got up, both he and Luke had already left for the spa. I had expected him to go to class first. “Why?” James asked. He had a good point. It was lonely going to chemistry by myself, but I knew once the class was over, James and I would have the weekend to ourselves. He’d turned in his coding project a day early and told the professor he’d be missing the Friday afternoon class. When I got back to the room, James was waiting for me. “Do you feel like being wicked?” he asked. “Depends. Wicked as in first degree murder? No. Wicked as in ordering a second piece of cheesecake? Sure. Wicked as in witch of the west? Only if you have the face paint.” “Closer to cheesecake.” I tossed my bag across the room and plopped on my bed. I loved the sound the springs made when I threw my weight on them, a metallic screech, threatening to give. “Sounds great. What do you have in mind?” “We blow off our workouts all weekend, we order in enough food to last until Sunday night, and we don’t leave this room until class on Monday.” “The broad strokes are great,” I said, “but biological necessity means we will have to sporadically use the bathroom at the end of the hall.” “If you insist of having a bladder. Run there, run back.” “And I do like showering.” “That we can do together.” “Will we fit?” “How do we fit in the gym?” I nodded. “Okay, I’m in.” “You don’t even know what we’d be doing all weekend.” “Each other?” I guessed. “Well, yes,” he said. “But more specifically, I’m thinking a repeat of Halloween.” “I was hoping…” I started, but James cut me off. “But we make your muscles gigantically huge.” I squinted, scrutinizing his face to see if he was being serious, saying nothing. He pulled out his phone. “Dave gave me the app. We can blow you up huge, send a video to the fashion majors, and have a new closet of clothes in time for Monday.” “It’s the weekend,” I said. “Surely, they’ve…” James cut me off again. “They’re on standby. They want to do it. Surprised me too.” “How big we talking?” “I’ve been thinking about this.” James joined me on the bed. “Often. Practically all the time. Ever since Luke mentioned that you were one of the Top 10 most muscular guys on campus.” I saw where he was headed. “You want to make me the biggest.” “Don’t you?” “How big is the current biggest?” James showed me a picture on his phone of the linebacker from the school’s football team. He wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants, but he was huge alright. “Pictures can be misleading,” I said. “How big is he?” “300 pounds. At least, within a rounding error. It depends on how much he had for breakfast.” “That’s 70 pounds!” I said, withdrawing a little. “Your calculus classes are paying off.” “Seriously? 70 pounds in one go? What happened to being a patient fellow?” “I have been patient. Now I want to be daring.” “70 pounds is more than I’ve ever added all at once.” “You don’t want to be 300 pounds?” I got off the bed and began pacing back and forth. “Maybe one day. But that’s a lot all at once.” I stopped pacing. “70 pounds.” James pointed to the crotch of my pants. “He likes the idea.” My cock was lengthening into an impressive erection. “He also likes tight pants and warm water. He doesn’t get a vote.” James put his feet on the floor. “You would like to be 300 someday, though, right?” “I haven’t thought about it,” I said honesty. “You have this amazing gift, and you haven’t thought about becoming the most stupendous muscle god that ever walked the Earth?” I shook my head. “I’m the boyfriend of this amazing gift, and I never stop thinking about it. I zone out at least three times a day thinking about it, even more in my numerical methods class.” “Really?” “Emphatically.” “Okay, so 300 is a someday goal,” I said. My erection was beginning to make it hard to think. “Imagine being bigger than this guy,” James said, walking closer to me and showing me the picture again, trying to persuade me. “He has a gut,” I pointed out. “I’m sure it’s all muscle. Not flab. But it’s a gut.” I patted my insignificant waist, still smaller than James’s. “300 pounds on me would look quite different.” Through his pants, I could feel the heat radiating from James’s crotch. He really liked that idea. “I’m not saying never,” I said. “Maybe this weekend we aim for something more manageable. Like 250. That’s only 20 pounds away.” “Fine,” James sighed. “20 pounds sound lovely.” “You sure?” I was dubious that James had been persuaded so easily. “It’s agreed,” James said, putting out his hand to shake on it. Cautiously, I took James’s hand before I remembered that he never shakes hands. He clenched my hand as tightly as he could and started saying “Big Guy” over and over again. The pleasure was so intense that I passed out.

Chapter 38 James and I surveyed the destruction we had wrought on the room. “I just want to sleep for a year,” I said. “If we don’t clean this up,” James said, “it will take chisels and jackhammers in the morning.” Through our fatigue, we cleaned up the mess, unblocked the door, and crashed into bed. James didn’t even put on the pajamas he kept in my room, so I could feel his chest hair on my shoulder blades and his cock against my ass as he spooned me. I woke up the next morning to the alarm on my phone blaring. It was 7:30. Why would I set my alarm for 7:30 in the morning? I bolted upright. James was somehow sleeping through the alarm. I elbowed him and muttered, “We have philosophy in half an hour.” James grumbled and pulled me closer to him. “No philosophy. Just bed.” “You can sleep in if you want,” I said, extricating myself from James’s embrace, “but the professor has hated me since the soccer coach wrangled me an extension.” When I stood up, I saw that Luke and Dave were passed out in their bed too, also both naked; Dave still had some make-up smeared over his face, but he’d washed most of it off. “You might want to put some clothes on,” I whispered. “Dave and Luke are here.” With a start, James was awake and sitting, the blanket wrapped around his body. “Throw me some clothes,” he whisper-screamed. I opened his drawer (yes, he had a drawer in my room now; we were that couple) and tossed him some clothes. While James dressed under the blanket, I grabbed my shower things, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to the bathroom. I’d already given up urinals when my cock crossed the foot mark, and I’d already gotten used to two-handing it when I aimed my cock to piss, but this most recent inch intensified every aspect of using the bathroom. My stream was at an intensity that almost knocked me backwards, and my soft cock was now so thick that holding it at the proper angle to hit the toilet involved trigonometry. When I got in the shower, my junk proved further hindrance. My soft cock now hung down nearly to my knees, and each ball was bigger than my fist, which made washing everything below my waist a choreographed ballet. To make matters more complicated, now that they were massive enough to have their own gravity, my balls were sensitive to the touch, so when the hot water pelted them, it felt like a sensual massage, so my dick wanted to come out and play, but I did not have enough time to deal with it. At the end of my shower, I was clean, but my cock was standing at attention. No matter how I wrapped the towel around my waist, my cock found a gap in the cloth to tent, poke through, or lift. After two minutes of cock origami, I gave up and walked back to my room naked. I only encountered three people on my way. One went pale white, one rolled his eyes in disdain, and one gave me a high five. I opened the door to find James had packed my bag and gotten my plastic storage box ready. He didn’t even seem surprised I was completely naked. I got dressed pretty quickly—these clothes were designed to fit my specific body. It was a little chilly this morning, so I put on a button-down over a long sleeve shirt so I wouldn’t need a jacket. When I went to put on my pants, my balls and cock now had to be crammed back into a small space. Just when I got pants roomy enough to fit my boys, I was already jam-packed. James gave a nod of approval and said, “You always look better when you’re a little too big for your clothes,” and we went to class. On our walk to class, we got a lot of stares. At first, I thought it was because my crotch was beyond human or because of my exploits as Rocky the night before. But, no. People were staring at James. Despite his best efforts, James was walking with his legs splayed and slightly bowed, and his steps were a little bit crooked. After hours of teasing himself with the butt plug and his intense, pornographic first time bottoming, he was sore and couldn’t walk straight. Some random passerby would see James’s morning-after walk, then look at my crotch, then look back at James and draw all the correct conclusions. We got to class and took our normal seats at a table in the back, and when James sat down, he screamed and immediately stood back up. The hard plastic was too painful for his tender ass. While James had a mild panic attack, I took off my button down, folded it into a little pillow, and put it on James’s seat. He wasn’t able to sit comfortably, but he was able to sit. After class, we met up with Dave and Luke at the picnic table by the cart. As a group, we’d decided to move our work-out to after breakfast today so we’d all have some time to recuperate. James went to get our breakfasts, and I sat down with Dave and Luke. I put my button down on James’s seat, and Dave and Luke looked at it confused. Then, as James hobbled back to the table, Dave took out his phone to take a short video, and Luke got his trademark cheesy smile. “James can’t walk right today,” Luke commented. “You stud.” “Yes, for the first time, I topped my boyfriend last night,” I said matter-of-factly to Luke. “Yeah, you did,” he stuck out his fist for me pound it. “Are you twelve?” I asked Luke. “What’s the big deal?” “The big deal is between your legs, Chrissy,” Dave said, putting away his phone as James reached the table. James sat down on my shirt, pleased that the wood bench was softer than the class chair. “So,” Luke said playfully to James, “what did you two do after you left the party last night?” For a moment, James was about to retreat into his shell, but then he steeled himself and said, “I spent hours with a butt plug up my ass, took all 15 inches of my boyfriend’s cock up my ass, grew it to 16 inches, and then took all of that.” Dave dropped his fork; Luke dropped his jaw. A few seconds later, Luke’s cheesy smile returned to his face. “Fucking A! Put it there, stud!” Luke said, putting out his fist for James to pound. James stared at it for a second, then bumped it politely. I was stunned. “If I didn’t, he was just going to hold it there forever,” James explained. “It’s true,” Luke confirmed, returning to his breakfast. “I’m surprised you’d call a bottom a stud,” James said. Luke retorted, “It takes a real man to take a giant cock up his ass.” “Besides,” I interjected, “Unless things have changed since high school, Mr. Masculine Soccer Stud is himself a confirmed bottom.” “Power bottom,” Luke corrected, dropping his voice an octave. “Really?” James asked. “Luke has never topped anyone ever,” I said, adding, “unless Dave hasn’t told me something.” Dave affectionately rubbed Luke’s back and said, “What can I say? I love a big bottom.” He then slipped his hand down Luke’s shorts and squeezed Luke’s ass. “Especially a big bottom with a big bottom.” Luke smiled at the attention. James looked a little confused. “You’ve never topped, ever?” Luke shook his head. “I’ll occasionally let a guy blow me, but I’ve never topped anyone. Nope. Not my thing.” “I knew Chris had topped you, but never? Why didn’t I know this?” “When we talk about sex in any detail, you go off with the fairies,” Dave said. “Now that you’re a practicing sex-haver yourself, we’re more than happy to talk shop with you.” “Thanks.” Dave winked and said, “Welcome to the brunch table, Charlotte.” After breakfast, the day returned to routine. James took his workout a little lighter, but he was still up for the bathroom blowjob, and I don’t know if he unhinged his jaw, but he managed to get my head into his mouth. Then we had lunch, and I was off to seminar. When I got back to my dorm room after class, James was waiting for me so we could finish our work together before dinner. He sat on the mattress for the extra cushion, his laptop on his feet. I put my storage bin on top of my desk and looked through my planner to decide what to start with. “Are you worried about seeing Victor in class tomorrow?” James asked, looking up from his laptop. “After last night, I don’t think Victor will say boo to either one of us ever again.” I propped my math book open against the wall and put my notebook on top of the storage bin. “I don’t get why you need that bin,” James said. “There are guys bigger than you who don’t need something like that.” “Some of them might need it and haven’t thought of it,” I answered, not looking up from my work. I continued, “And as for the others, they grew into their muscles over years. Maybe even a decade. It’s been less than two months for me.” “Would you consider getting bigger?” James asked. “Not right now; I’m doing my calculus homework,” I responded. “No, I mean eventually.” “Sure,” I said, maybe with a slightly dismissive note in my voice. “There’s never been a massive muscle freak in the field of pharmaceuticals, but I could always be the first.” James closed his laptop and put it to the side, no longer even pretending to work. “You still want to go into pharmaceuticals?” “Why would that have changed?” “The showcase. The calendar. Rocky. You were born to perform.” “Okay,” I said, turning the page of my notebook. “But I want my degree first.” “Would you ever do porn?” James asked. “Now you have my attention,” I said, turning to look at James. “Well, would you?” “What do you think?” “I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking.” “Just you and just me. I said it. I meant it.” James looked visibly relieved. “What put this idea in your head?” “Dave. Luke and Dave.” After a moment, he added, “Dave.” “Dave said I was going to do porn?” “His exact words were, ‘When Chrissy realizes that he’s a star and not a scientist, he’ll either play the next Superman or be the next Rocco Steele.’” “You knew who Rocco Steele is?” I was slightly impressed. “No, Luke pulled out his phone and showed me a video.” It looked like James had more to say, but he was holding back, so I said, “And…?” “And it looked like something you’d have no problem doing.” The right side of my mouth curled into a smile. “Should I be insulted or complimented?” “I’m being serious,” James said. “As long as we’re together,” I reassured James, “I will never sleep with another man.” “Over fall break, you asked for a threesome.” “You hadn’t laid down the law yet. Now that I know where the boundaries are, I will color well inside the lines.” “You get the boundaries?” “You’d have no problem if I were an underwear model, or posed nude for a sculpture, or became a stripper. If I go into acting, full frontal nudity is perfectly fine, but I should clear the kissing with you, and no sex scenes.” “Unless it’s tastefully shot.” “Unless it’s tastefully shot,” I added with a small chuckle. “Okay, just so we know.” I kissed James on the cheek, stroking the beard on the other side of his face. “Now can I get back to my calculus homework? I can’t be the next Superman if I get a C in differential equations.”

Chapter 37 A peal of pleasure washed over me, drawing me deeply into my own body. Every nerve ending from my fingertips to my scalp and back down to my toes danced in a fiery delight. I could feel my cock pushing out further, and the resistance it met sent further erotic sensation through my body. My reverie was only ended because I could hear James alternately shouting and panting. What emanated from James could hardly be described as words, but the occasional “yes” and “fuck” escaped his throat. I looked down to see where my cock entered him, and saw over two inches of my flesh sticking out of him. The thickness of my erection at the base was so immense I doubt I could wrap both my hands around it. Thankfully, my cock tapered to the tip, but I was stretching James to the breaking point. “Are you okay?” I asked, holding as still as I could in case I was hurting him. James’s eyes were closed, his head turned to one side, and he had turned a shade of deep red, verging on light purple. He wasn’t responding, so I asked again. He managed a nod, and then I felt something on my abs. James’s 9-inch cock was twitching wildly, spurting enthusiastic bursts of cum in all a steady regular rhythm. “Oh,” I said. My newfound proportions were causing the most intense orgasm of James’s life. Holding my upper body still with my arms, I pushed my cock in as far as it would go, maybe only another half inch, but it did the trick. James’s whole body began to vibrate intensely and curled up involuntarily, almost into a defensive posture. His ejaculations sped up, at first producing more cum. After three or four volleys, his cock still twitched, but nothing was coming out. All his muscles tensed, and his body shifted from red-purple to purple-red. His face was a grimace of pleasure turned to pain wrapped back to pleasure. His jaw tensed so tightly that his chin jutted forward at a sharp angle. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. I held my position steadily as James worked through the climax. After a seeming eternity, James relaxed and he began to catch his breath. His rictus loosened, and his body turned to a more normal hue. Now on the other side of the orgasm, James looked up at me and smiled. In the fluorescent light of the dorm room, his eyes glowed golden. In his breathy, panting tone, he whispered his thanks, loves, and devotions, and I mine. When James’s breathing returned back to normal, I let him know that I was still fully erect and inside him. “Still?” James asked. “Well, it’s a tight, warm environment, the natural habitat of the erect cock. I’m going to pull out now, very slowly, and I need you to tell me to stop or keep going. Okay?” James nodded. As I slowly began to withdraw myself, James shivered a little, so I slowed. “Keep going,” he said. I pulled a little further, slowly and steadily, and James began breathing through his nose. I was now about 80% of the way out, when James said, “Stop!” very loudly. My head had just hit his prostate on its way out. “Slower,” he directed. So, so slowly I was nearly motionless, I pulled myself out past his prostate. Once it was clear, I pulled the last few inches out all at once. The force required to pull the last few inches took me by surprise, so I tumbled backwards, landing clumsily on my ass and my left arm. My own breathing quickened as I saw my 16-inch glory proudly standing from my groin. I had thought, in my idle fantasies in which James grew me bigger, that the difference between 15 and 16 inches would be minimal, it’s only one more inch. But seeing it, its crest just below my pecs, its thickness more akin to a two-liter soda bottle than a beer can, its stiffness more akin to steel then stone. My cock was Leonidas, Hercules, Atlas. Seeing my own cock augmented to such godly dimensions was too much for my sex-addled mind to stand, and I spontaneously orgasmed. My ass clenched tighter than I ever had as a torrent of cum burst from my cockhead. The sheer volume I could produce goaded me on to more intense and more forceful orgasm. After the seventh or eighth eruption, my cock was sated, and it slowly began to deflate. “Show off,” James said.

Part 3 My week continued pretty much the same. I was even starting to get accustomed to the pain. Or as much as one can get used to 2 minutes of absolute agony each day. I even started noticing that I acted and felt different. In the afternoon into the evening, I would always feel on top of the world. In the mornings, I felt like I had zero sleep and was completely drained of all motivation and happiness. It was Sunday morning, around 11 am. I had only made it to the chair in the living room (the same I had fallen asleep in three days this week). I was trying to think about this weird cycle each day. My mind was hazy and it was somewhat difficult to keep track of my thoughts. But I did finally recognize that it was Sunday. But that was even more depressing because there I was wasting away my only day off sitting there doing nothing. Before I knew it, an hour had passed and all I had to show for it was realizing that it was Sunday. Then it happened, just like the 6 times before. The clock struck 12 noon and by the time the chimes had finished, so had the pain past. It was only noon. There was so much time left in the day. "I should go back to the Ren Faire and see if I can find Madame Tempest again," I said to myself. I pulled up the Ren Faire information on my phone and looked for the times and shows. Maybe Tempest would be listed. A tinge of disappointment hit me when I saw that the Faire was only in town last weekend for the end of spring. It would not be back until the start of fall. The disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement. I decided to go to the park. I could take a walk and maybe meet some new friends. I didn't actually have anybody that I would call a real friend and that needed to change. ================== I arrived home after dark. There were more people at the park than I had expected. But they were just as friendly as I had imagined. I played frisbee with some young guys, chatted with some nice ladies walking their dogs together (and played with the dogs), and even got invited to join a yoga club doing their thing out on the grass. There were so many other things going on and people to talk to. I did all of it and even went out to dinner with the frisbee guys. I checked the time when I walked in the door, it was 10:30. Good, still some time to have fun before "going to bed", more like being forced to sleep. I got changed and decided to take a shower. If the other days of the week were any indication, I would not be in the mood tomorrow morning. As I walked in front of the bathroom mirror, I had to double take at my reflection. There was something odd. I was definitely standing up straighter, giving off the appearance of being taller. I also looked healthier. My skin looked good and somewhat tighter than I remembered. Since I was already naked, I hopped on to my scale. It was around 6 pounds up from the last time I remembered weighing myself. I went back and checked myself out in the mirror one more time before the shower. I then grabbed my a book and hopped into bed. It was already after 11 and I figured why risk falling asleep on the couch or in the chair when I could just read in bed. Sure enough, soon later the pain came and went. I fell asleep without even turning off the light. ================== After I dragged myself out of bed the next morning, I took a piss and then shucked my clothes to look at myself in the mirror. I must have been high on endorphins the previous night. My skin had almost a grayish color to it. Nothing healthy or glowing about it. Even in my normal slouched posture, I looked shorter in the mirror. It was like the weight of the world was just crushing me. I stepped on to the scale and I had lost 3 pounds from the previous night. "Huh... that must have been some piss." I stood there staring at the scale for many minutes. It had even shut itself off from inactivity. Finally, I got myself moving. I was going to be late again. Here we go. That entire week was much of the same. Crappy mornings and great afternoons and evenings. My supervisor threatened to write me up a couple of times and then seemed to change his mood. It was odd, he only threatened me in the morning. Any time I saw him in the afternoon, he was happy to see me. Maybe there was something going around that started to let up after lunch each day. Or maybe I wasn't crazy thinking that everything looked better after after getting some sunlight. Sunlight, like the sun and the moon that Madame Tempest had talked about. Was my life really changing based on the sun and the moon? She said that it had to do with something like fears and positivity or my sleep schedule. Is the moon actually initiating fears and darkness inside of me? Does the sun then bring back positive thoughts? When Sunday night rolled around again. After spending my time in the park with all of the friends I had met the previous time, I weighed myself when I got home. I was up by almost 12 pounds from a few weeks ago, and another 6 pounds tacked on to my weight from last week. In the mirror, I was positive this time that I was taller and healthier looking. I actually stood with my back to the wall and marked it with a pencil. "Hmm, 5'8" and three quarters. I think the last time I had a physical, the doctor said I was 5'8" and one quarter." I was talking to myself, no biggie. "Meh, that was probably just me slouching like usual at the doctor's. Plus, measuring yourself is always hit or miss." I flexed a little in the mirror. There was definitely something up (or I should say more than one thing up). So the sun and the moon. What else had she said...? Something about my ultimate goal, which we figured was to gain balance. Those things about my past and present leading me here. And then my goal being related to primal instincts. Was that right? Is balance in your life a primal instinct? Or was it freedom? Or maybe something else, eh whatever. Oh right, the good and the bad. Maybe the sun and moon and these changes are all related to the good and bad and whatever karma stuff she was saying. Then there was a bunch of things about my boss and inner something or others and my hopes and fears. And there was a card with some building in it, the castle maybe? What did she say about that... Something about turmoil and the outcome. "Ah whatever. It is getting close to midnight and I am pretty confident that I won't care about any of this in the morning. Evening became night. Night became dawn. Dawn brought my alarm clock. "Ugh....." I basically slid out of bed and crawled into the bathroom. I silently cheered in my head that I only hit snooze three times. That was a record since all of this started. With great effort, I pulled myself up on to the countertop. I looked at myself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes, unkempt hair - even some grays showing up, and pale-sickly looking skin. "Why me..." was all that I muttered. I tried to flex in the mirror like last night but could not even muster the strength to do so. I hopped on to the scale and it read 5 pounds less than last night. Even in my haze, that struck me as quite odd. I stood up as straight as I could and marked my head on the same wall as last night. I turned around and could immediately see that the new mark was over two inches shorter without even having to measure it. I turned around again and forced myself to stretch and straighten to the max. I wasn't even trying to stretch last night and I was still at least an inch shorter today. With a slightly wild look in my eyes, I got dressed for work. I knew that nothing was going to get done in the morning half of my day because I would be daydreaming about all of this craziness. But at least I could avoid getting chewed out for lateness.

Hey guys, on my old account I was a long time reader, just never actually posted any topics. I've decided to write a trans man's story into manhood, and the growth that may follow. I tried something different than the generic potion or magic. I wanted to take an almost scientific (?) approach. There isn't any growth in the first section, but please stick with it as I have many plans for it! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 My name was Siohban, now I'm Sean. I'm an average guy who has a huge secret from the outside world and my peers, I'm trans. Now, my whole life I felt trapped in my own body, not being who I wanted to be, being forced to be girly. Buy girly things, play with with girly things, be obsessed with girly things. Well that just wasn't me. I wanted to mess around with the lads, fight them, climb trees; not play with dolls all day. Frankly the thought of a tea party with stuffed animals scares the shit out of me. Talking to toys made to entertain children, not to start them imagining Snowy the Cat was a real, living animal. Despite all this, as I went into my teenage years, it just got harder. No more playing with toys. I was expected to make decisions based solely on my gender, and with wars coming round the corner in Ireland, I may have had to help with the war efforts at home, when really I wanted to fight. Now, you may be thinking,"It's your choice, you don't have to be a girl anymore, you can do what you like." No. My parents in no way shape or form would've supported me. And I don't mean this in a light hearted way- they would've kicked me out and left me to rot. See the thing is, in Ireland, especially in this time, being different is wrong. It's digusting and you might aswell die. My father is the worst, and I quote, "Let's just get rid of th' gays, they car' have chidren so what's the feckin point. You might aswell kill the wee bastards." I was 13, just getting to grips with my sexuality. These words have stuck with me, even to my last years of my life. At first I thought I was gay, but I do like guys, I just want to be one myself. For some odd reason, I get all warm inside when I imagine living with a nice bloke, who is good looking and has a good heart (as well as a great dick, wahey) but that's beside the point. I thought this was wrong so I supressed it, I tried to get rid of it. Then came the fateful day of when I decided to come out as trans. Bear in mind, being transgender in my time was not mainstream, it was not "iconic" it was purely frowned upon, but I did it. My mother accepted me, but my dad didn't understand it. I didn't blame him, even I didn't know the term "transgender" until my late 30's. To us it was just a sex change. My father shocked me that day, as he was completely understanding but just confused. Secretly I just thought he was going to be happy to finally be getting a son. I told them I still like guys which also confused them. I had to explain to them that it meant I was technically a gay man. My father just looked at me and started crying. I immediately thought, oh shit, what have I done. But he shook my hand and said he was proud of me, and that he could easily change his views if he let myself teach him how. This was a huge contrast to what he said 3 years earlier about killing all the gays. However as my years went on into early adulthood, he got even more accepting. Pride parades were increasing in Ireland and being gay, trans, lesbian etc.. was becoming less digsusting and more empowering. I was happy being a guy, but I always felt like something was missing. It was a penis. I wanted one so badly, but in the early 2000's it wasn't an option. This brings us to 2019, a time of enlightment and discovery. My father called me to his house, and handed me a piece of paper. It was a medical document stating he paid for a surgery called metoidioplasty. At first I thought it was for him, I asked him whether he was okay. He said, "My bank account ain't, but ye should be." I was confused so I searched it up on my phone. It was a GRS (gender reassignment surgery) as I read more into it tears started to fall down my face. I could finally be a man, a full man. And it was all due to my father's kindness. I hugged him and he told me he loved me no matter the gender. The surgery was booked in, and I was ready. I woke up the next morning, and the doctor was by the side of my bed. He told me the surgery had a few complications. I immediately put my hand near my crotch and I could feel a lengthy penis. I looked down there and it looked around 5-6 inches soft. Very nice. My balls were quite hefty too, I was genuinely shocked my endownment looked so good. I mean, I had a vagina a few days ago. I asked about the complications and they told me I wasn't getting an erection or producing sperm. So they had to induce a lot more testosterone than a usual man would have. They then told me this may cause weight gain and serious hair growth, but I wasn't bothered, I was a man. They gave me a years worth of testosterone appointments, and they wished me a happy life as I left the hospital a few hours later. I was a man who wanted to have sex, but I couldn't as I needed to make sure I could get an erection. I got home, into my flat and stripped down. I examined my penis and all it's features and it was fucking hot, I loved it. I then sat in my arm chair and manspread, and began to stroke my cock. It hurt at first, but then pure pleasure ensued shortly after. It was a euphoric feeling, it didnt take long for an erection to form, which meant the surgery had worked. I felt an ache in my balls, I had read online this is what forming sperm felt like, and I urged release. I continued to wank more and more, getting faster- which was dangerous due to it being put on me literally a day before this- but I couldn't help it, it felt so good. Suddenly I felt my balls push and my cock pull back and white hot steaming ropes of cum flew out of my cock. How I could've produced that much was beyond me, but it was hot, sexy, and masculine, and that's what I wanted. I continued to masturbate throughout the day, constantly pushing out seed until I got bored. I was sticky and I needed a shower. I showered and washed myself and I saw the forms of stubble forming. After close inspection downstairs, pubic hair was also growing. I searched online whether this was normal, to which I got no answers. I just assumed it was normal as I was having testosterone put into my body every month. I did always have a slight feeling that maybe it wasn't, but it was overpowered by the thought of being a man. A few days later I decided to jon the gym, I got my membership card and was ready...

I have always wanted to be big and strong. It has been a private obsession of mine as long as I could remember. I had attempted to work out several times over the years but something always got in the way one excuse after another, I was a bit of a loner, not too many friends to speak of and certainly none that work out. I had tried pills and creams and all sort of get big quick schemes, I’m sure you can guess they never worked. Then I met Mike. He was a line cook at my restaurant. He was a hustler, always doing something, working hard and pushing the other cooks to work harder. Everything was a competition with him, always trying to prove he was better than everyone else around him. He had a way of making others engage in these competitions and enjoy it. His attitude was contagious. One day he was shooting his mouth off like he loved to do with the other guys. He was asking the biggest guy in the kitchen where there was a good gym around as he was new to the area. Junior, the big guy, was just naturally blessed with big muscles he didn’t work out. Mike kept talking to the guys about missing his workouts. Then he would say things like “Just wait till I start making them gains!” “I’m gonna be even more of a beast then I am now!” The guys were all laughing at him, throwing digs back at him. He just kept saying this stuff over and over, Mike was a young guy, 25 years old. He was handsome, with a bright smile, beautiful brown eyes and short brown hair. He was on the short side barely 5’9”. He was naturally beefy, not fat but stocky. Broad shoulders, big forearms and healthy biceps. Everything was covered with a layer of fat, but he wasn’t obese or anything, his chest stuck out more than his gut, gave him a nice look. He had a wide waist and a big ass sitting on top of large strong legs. When he walked he kind of waddled like his legs were too big to walk straight. I was a bit older than Mike, just turned the BIG THREE O. I was pretty tall about 6’2”. I was the definition of “skinny fat”. Thin shoulders and arms, flat chest round belly and pancake ass. Skinny bird legs, and a small 28 inch waist. I was handsome though with a nice smile and bright blue eyes, So after a long crazy dinner shift I went outside for a smoke, Mike was out there looking at his phone. I sat down on the sidewalk next to him. We started shooting the shit talking about the usual, the craziness of the shift and things like that. He kept looking ack at his phone, so I asked what he was looking at. “I gotta find a gym! I need to start working out. Can’t seem to find one I can afford.” I thought to myself this might be my chance. I had to play this just right, make sure I locked myself in with him to start my journey to being what I always dreamed I was going to become. I had a small gym in the rec center at my housing community, Considering most of the community was senior citizens it was rare that anyone used it. “You know I have a gym at my community center. I have 24 hour access and I can bring guests. I’ve been looking to get in shape too, wanna partner up?” Mike smiled this light up the world smile and stood up. “Hell Yeah! You’re the best man!” And so it began. . . We started working out together 3 days a week, Mike was in charge and I did whatever he told me to. He set up the exercises, weights, sets, reps. He said when we were done, and I listened. He was stronger than me in every lift. He knew his way around the weight room. He taught me form and told me the weight I should lift. He was a good teacher but at the same time a very competitive partner and just loved that he was better than me at this whole thing. But I was learning a lot. I was researching in my spare time and listening to everything Mike taught me. The first few weeks were rough. My body was just shocked by the sudden change. Mike and I decided we were gonna weigh in every week. So at our first weigh in I was 188 pounds of flabby and weak. Mike was 190 but much more solid. I was loving every minute of it. Mike was too, he was excited and driven, making every workout and every exercise important. By week 2 our weigh in was not exactly mind blowing. I had lost 3 pounds which was the opposite of what my goals were. However I was feeling tighter, maybe even stronger. Mike patted me on the back and said “Looking good brother”, putting his hand on my shoulder. Mike stripped down to his boxer briefs, he looked bigger, muscles looked rounder. He smiled as he stepped up on the scale. 198! He looked over at me and winked not being able to hold his excitement in at all. He flexed his arms up into a double bicep pose. I swear they were bigger than last week. 8 pounds in a week and he didn’t look fatter if anything he had leaned up a bit. How is that even possible. His chest seemed to stick out further his shoulders seemed thicker and wider. His briefs stretched taut over his glutes. He looked at me and raised his finger. “I think I know what your problem is, you’re not eating enough. Muscles can’t grow without the food. I’m gonna help you eat right.” We went through our workout and Mike pushed harder than before. Hard on me and even harder on himself. He was lifting heavier weights and making me do so as well. I was struggling but I never stopped, giving it everything I had. The workout seemed to go on forever. Before we realized we had hit the 5 hour mark. Mike looked at me and smiled. “I think that’s good for tonight. You hungry?” “Yeah I’m starving Mike.” “Good let’s go get something to eat. There’s a buffet down the street let’s go load up on protein and carbs.” We got cleaned up and went to the buffet. It was a big place with a lot of people. We got a booth near the buffet. Mike wasted no time and grabbed a plate, piling so much food on it I feared it would break. I loaded up too, lots of meat they had quite a selection, and I had some of all of it. I watched mike eat and eat clearing his plate in minutes. He went up again and again. Each plate loaded heavier and heavier than the last, I tried to keep up but was easily a plate or two behind. He just kept shoveling in plate after plate. The look on his face as he swallowed bite after bite was animalistic with grunts and groans accompanying each swallow. I had a few more plates but that was it. My stomach was so distended I was relieved I was wearing an elastic waist band, My shirt was riding up over my gut just a bit. My gut reaching out far enough to touch the table. I let out a big belch and patted my gut. MIke looked over and smiled between bites. He polished off the plate he was working on and moved to stand up. As he stood up I noticed his gut, it was extremely distended. His shirt was struggling to hold it in. His pants were low, waistband under his distended belly. He waddled a little more than usual. Somehow even all blown up he was sexy. He returned to the table holding three plates. He put one in front of me and 2 in front of him, “EAT!!” He said in a demanding even savage tone. It seemed like an order more than a request. I felt obligated to eat it. He shoveled down the 2 plates at a ravenous pace. When he had cleared both he leaned back and stretched his arms in the air. His shirt pulled straight up over his gut. What was crazy was that as distended as it was I could see faint lines of abs on him, He lowered his arms and patted his gut. A look of accomplishment going across his face. “That felt good!” He spat out between burps. I offered to let him stay the night since we both had to work the morning shift and he lived across town. When we arrived at my place I really wasn’t feeling great. I showed Mike where the guest room was and headed up to take a shower. I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror, My gut was still distended and huge. However looking in the mirror my whole body looked fuller, more muscular. I think this is actually working! After a long shower I threw on some basketball shorts and a tank top and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. I wasn’t expecting the sight I walked in onto say the least. Sitting at the island was Mike, in just his boxer briefs, eating a huge snack. His shoulders looked extremely big from this angle and as he bent his arms to shovel food in his mouth his arms were looking huge. He smiled when I walked in. “I hope you don’t mind. I was starving again.” I just laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “It’s all good man. Help yourself to anything you want.” I reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Turned around and faced Mike from the other side of the island. He was still shoveling in the food in front of him. The same look in his eyes as I saw at the buffet, like some kind of starving animal. He quickly polished off what was in front of him. He picked up some of the trash and stood up. His gut was flat, flatter than usual. The bloat from dinner completely gone. His chest and shoulders looked pumped and swollen. HIs biceps looked like softballs and there were half a dozen swollen veins criss crossing his ballooned forearms, His legs were Looking beefy and several huge veins popping out on his thighs. His glutes were looking big and firm. Stretching out his briefs to their limit. He was a specimen to behold. As he walked over to the fridge he grabbed a gallon of milk and smiled. “You got any protein powder bro?” “Yeah in the cabinet next to the fridge, top shelf.” “Sweet! My body is just screaming for protein. You should have some too.” He mixed up a pitcher of protein shakes and poured us each a large glass. He drank the thick mixture like it was water and poured himself another. I sipped on mine just shaking my head in disbelief at Mike as he polished off the pitcher. He started mixing another pitcher this time doubling the scoops. He started looking in the cabinets and added half a jar of peanut butter and 2 bananas to the shake. He looked at me and told me thanks, I smiled back at him. He asked if I wanted a refill, so I nodded afraid he would yell at me again. He filled my glass and then didn’t even bother to pour his, just downed the pitcher, Then mixed another, and another. Until the powder ran out. He plopped down at the island again and let out what was possibly the loudest, most satisfying burp I ever heard. His belly was distended again, bigger than it was at the buffet. He slapped it hard and rubbed it and let out a loud sigh, He stretched his arms out to his sides and took in a really deep breath, “I’m gonna take a shower and turn in man. I’ll see ya in the morning. I went up to my room and grabbed some of my clothes for him. I walked in the bathroom and he was in the shower. I got a brief look at him through the steam and man did his sihloutte look amazing. Big strong back, on top of a strong bubble butt and those legs looked like he was a mountain biker. He was lathering up and singing some weird rap song. I left the clothes and headed up to bed. My alarm went off and I rolled over and got outta bed. I headed to go drain my bladder and I passed the mirror I had to stop and pause, I looked better than last night. My chest was pumped and my stomach was flat and I could see the beginning of abs forming. My ass actually looked bigger and fuller and my legs were definitely pumped up. I did a quick bicep flex and they looked like baseballs on the way to softballs. This situation is actually doing more in a few weeks then I had ever experienced in my life. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs. I was really hungry and couldn’t wait for breakfast. I got in the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was looking pretty ravaged but I found a dozen eggs, some bacon and sausage. I started cooking everything as well as some pancakes. I heard some noise coming from the guest room, looks like mike is waking up. A few minutes later the door to the guest room opened and Mike came strutting out. He was wearing the clothes I left out for him last night. I knew they would be a little small on him but they should have fit reasonably well. The shirt was stretched tight over his shoulders and draped over his stomach. His pecs were stretching the front out, His nipples looked like they were gonna poke through the fabric. The shirt didn’t quite reach the pants, he was covered but no excess fabric past the waist. The button on the pants was unbuttoned and they looked glued on to his thighs but they had extra length to them. He smiled ear to ear and strutted towards me. “Is that breakfast I smell?” We ate everything I cooked and all the fruit in the fridge. He found some oatmeal and we ate that as well. We grabbed all of the protein bars I had for the car ride and headed off to work. We polished those off in the short fifteen minute ride to the restaurant. We started our morning routines getting the restaurant prepped for lunch. Mike threw on his chef jacket when we arrived and it fit him, a little snugger than I remembered but still looked better than he did in my clothes. We worked the lunch shift, it was busy as fuck, and then after the rush we started the clean up process. Today was supposed to be an off day from working out. I was craving the weights though, I needed to exert myself. I went on the kitchen looking for Mike to see if he wanted to hit the gym. He was talking to the night cook letting him know where we were at and what he needed to do. I did my usual walk through the kitchen, everything looked good, great actually. All the morning prep was done, the kitchen was immaculate. I nodded at Mike and gestured towards my office. I went in my office and he soon followed and closed the door behind him. He stood there for a second looking at me, up and down. “You’re looking swole today dude!” He stretched his arms out and then lifted them up stretching his torso back. The chef coat creeped up and exposed his stomach a bit. As he straightened out I looked at him, the coat was pretty snug on him, you could almost see the shape of his upper arm through the sleeve. He had the top three buttons down as the coat stretched over his shoulders and pecs. He was still wearing the pants from this morning, only now not only were they unbuttoned now the zipper was all the way down. They were tight over his bulbous backside almost too tight, like they could split at any moment. Like his sleeves the legs of the pants were showing some large legs pushing at the fabric. Strangely they didn’t look as long as they did this morning, still pretty long but not too excessive. I stood up and walked over to him. Yep it was just as I thought. . .he was taller than before. Still shorter than me, but there wasn’t a big of a gap between us any longer. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, wow did it feel big, and hard. Also he felt very warm, like heat was pouring out his skin. “Great job today, you really busted out that rush, much appreciated.” I looked him up and down again and then sat down behind my desk again. My shirt felt a little uncomfortable tight on my back and coming untucked a bit at the waist. My pants were feeling tight on my legs. They were still pretty loose around the waist, but my ass was filling them more than usual. Also they seemed shorter than before but was probably just my imagination. Mike reached across his torso and pulled the remaining buttons open on his coat. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and quickly exposed his torso. He had massive pecs sitting on top of a solid six pack. Not just faint lines but actual abs were there. He looked impressive like those goes on the fitness magazine covers. He rubbed his stomach and smiled at me. “I know this will surprise you but I’m starving!” I looked at the impressive figure he was becoming and enjoyed every second of it. “I just ate like an hour ago and it feels like I haven’t eaten in days. I really must have amped up my metabolism or something. Wanna go grab something to eat when we finish up here?” He was rubbing his stomach as he spoke. “Hell yeah I would. But I was thinking I could really use a workout too. Why don’t we grab some drive thru food, go do a workout and then have a meal after?” “You got the lifting bug don’t ya? I’m down with that, but I gotta run home and get my workout clothes, these pants are too damn tight on me. I ripped the shirt earlier too, sorry bout that.” “No worries, they were old clothes anyway. I’ll head to the supplement store and grab some groceries and meet ya at the gym. Anything specific you need from the supplement store?” Mike smiled that broad smile again. He gave me a list of stuff he wanted me to pick up, a long list. I was more than happy to oblige as it will get me to my goal sooner. Not sure what will happen putting so much into our systems but he hasn’t lead me wrong yet. I trust him implicitly. He was gonna make us huge! I got to the supplement store and started knocking out my list, item by item. The big jock kid at the register was blown away by how much I was buying. On top of what Mike told me I picked up an extra dozen tubs of protein powder and several boxes of protein bars. Just to be safe. The grocery store was a similar situation I bought and bought and bought. My cart was full and then some. I pulled in my driveway and Mike was already standing there, with his gym bag. I was actually kind of glad he was there, he could help me unload all this stuff. He was chewing on a protein bar again with that big smile. I pointed to the back of the truck and he nodded and headed back there. He literally grabbed ¾ of the bags himself only stopped by lack of arm space. I grabbed the rest of the stuff and followed the man inside to the kitchen. Mike looked like the fat kid in the candy store. He was looking at all the stuff, reading labels and saying oh yeah baby after each one. We got all the food in the fridge and pantry and laid out the supplements on the island. We mixed up some pre-workout drinks and a protein shake for after the workout. I quickly ran up to my room and got into some workout clothes, doing a quick pose in the mirror. My gut was looking pretty flat and my pecs were firmer than I remember. As I came down the stairs I see mike drinking a pitcher of protein shake holding a protein bar in his other hand. He looked over at me a bit sheepishly and then busted out laughing. We headed to the gym, as usual it was empty. We started doing our circuits and the workout was going awesome. I was lifting more weight than ever before, shocking myself with every exercise. Mike was a fucking animal just killing the workout. We worked out for about 3 hours. We were both looking pretty fatigued so we decided to call it. I invited Mike home with me to eat together as I didn’t feel like going anywhere. He gladly accepted. We cooked up a huge meal and ate it all. My appetite was growing exponentially I pretty much kept up with Mike bite for bite. After the workout looking over at Mike across the table he looked pumped as hell. He was wearing a tank top that was being stretched out by his massive pecs. His biceps were swollen bigger than a softball. His shoulders looking like cantelopes and his forearms were just huge. The veins on his arms were thick, visible and pulsing. The tank was so pushed out by his pecs that the tank hung over his stomach fairly loosely. We talked for hours and kept eating almost unconsciously. Mike kept mixing up protein shake pitcher after pitcher. We talked over and laid out our supplement plan moving forward. I stood up patting my distended belly as I did. I took off my shirt and headed upstairs to take a shower. I invite mike to stay over again, we both had the next few days off work so we thought we could get an early workout the next morning. I Walked past the mirror in my room again looking intensely at my pump. Most impressive was my torso pecs and abs taking shape in a good way. Turned sideways I could see my ass firm and sticking out noticeably. My legs were looking solid and firm. Even my biceps looked much bigger than normal. Felt pretty awesome. I turn on the shower and head back to my room to grab something to sleep in. I used to sleep naked but with Mike in the house seems like I should cover up. I turn around and there’s mike standing in my doorway in just a towel. Holding a pitcher of protein shake, He looks me up and down his eyes lingering on my ass. “I thought I would use your steam shower to relax my sore muscles. If you don’t mind?” I had a really large steam shower, it was an indulgence for sure. It was large with benches and jets all over. It was one of my favorite places in the whole world. I had talked about it with MIke and now he really wanted to try it. There was plenty of room for 2, heck probably a half dozen could fit. Like I said it’s an indulgence. I nod and wave him in. I grab the pitcher from him and take a huge swig. I reach to pass it back to him and my hand hits a brick wall. It slammed into his chest, damn it felt like marble. He smiled and flexed his chest against my lingering hand. Holy shit it pushed my hand out it got so much bigger flexed. he took the pitcher and gulped down ¾ of what was left then passed it back to me. I headed back in to the shower. Mike followed, dropping his towel on the floor and walking right in. He planted himself on the bench. There was good amount of steam in there so I could only make out a sillhouette. He was moaning a little here and there, you could tell he really enjoyed it. I finished my shower and sat on the bench across from him. The steam was feeling really good right now. We talked for a few minutes and then I got up to go to bed. I made it to the bed and just crashed. The next morning I woke up to the best smell in the world- - -BACON! Mike must have been cooking already-woo hoo! I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I passed the mirror I saw myself I was looking good! I quickly did my business threw on some shorts and headed downstairs. There he standing in boxer briefs looking 2 sizes too small for him. He was piling food up on the island, plate after plate of stuff. It looked like a feast built for a king. I walked and smiled at him. He hands me a cup full of pills, like 20 pills. I swallow the assorted vitamins and supplements and see mike finish up cooking. He hands me a pitcher of shake and one for himself. We sit down and start in on the feast. We eat fast, both of us grunting like animals and just non stop shoving fuel down our throats. Mike was such a talented cook he just out did himself. We finished eating both of having a turtle shell looking belly at the end. Mike mixes up a couple more pitchers of shake. We down those as we get dressed to go to the gym. I was feeling really good, full was a good feeling and all the supps and vitamins were getting me going. We got to the gym and really pushed ourselves, lifting the heaviest weights we ever did. We were so intensely working we lost all track of time. Before we knew it it had been 6 hours. Mike dropped the barbell he was holding and looked over at me. “We need to eat” he spat out. We went back to my place and ate another feast. Even after that intense workout Mike atill worked his ass off to make lunch for us, and a lot of it. While he cooked I made a shopping list and ordered it online to be delivered tonight. The bill was large but it was well worth it. After lunch and plenty of shakes we took a jog around the community. We were jogging at a steady pace for a while then Mike tags me and says “You’re it.” And sprints ahead. I chase him as fast as I can muster. He is just moving so fast he is far ahead of me and making more ground every minute. He beats me back to the house and as I get home I smell some more food cooking. I was glad cause after that sprint I was starving. As I stepped in mike hands me another cup of pills. He passes me a pitcher of shake as well. The groceries had arrived so as Mike was cooking I was bringing in the bags and putting stuff away. By the time I was done there was another buffet of food spread out all over the island. This was the life.

There should be stronger words than incredible and amazing...

Bump, well massively GROWING bump I should say! Hope this story gets picked up again. Would love to read more @quickquezzed!

Part 3a Step 1, continued Eating is hard. When you just eat for the sake of not getting hungry or because you are sitting at a computer for 10 hours straight for work, eating is not so difficult. It just happens and you do not notice it. Eating with a purpose is another story. We starting out shooting for 10,000 calories and we found out real fast that it wasn't going to happen. I loaded up on 1500 calorie meals and was sick during the third one of the day. After around a week, I was finally able to finish the third one and we start building up a fourth meal. Still, that only accounted for about 5200 calories - half of my goal. Even that was absolutely insane. I was eating ten chicken breasts in a day sometimes, plus all of the other stuff since the chicken only gave me ~2500 calories. By the start of month 2, I was up to working out 3 hours a day with Wednesday and Saturday off. I also surpassed 6,000 calories and was well on my way to 7,000 with a fifth meal. The problem was getting in carbs. With all of the protein and water I was downing, any carbs that touched my lips instantly made me feel bloated. Meal number 5 was basically tons of mixed nuts at night time until I couldn't handle any more. It doubled as my carb source and a nice dose of healthy fats. I could also stomach some beans with one or two of the meals. On most days, I was getting close to 20 chicken breasts - or equivalent amount of another meat. For some reason the chicken breasts were now so easy to eat and I could demolish 3 or 4 before it even registered to my brain that food was entering my body. With the 15 hours of exercise a week and overall low percentage of carbs in my diet, I felt like I was losing weight even though the scale said otherwise. My boyfriend was doing great with his diet. He was pounding out 3500-4000 calories a day and getting a great clean bulk. He started at 12% body fat from his consistency at the gym and overall clean living. I never appreciated how much work it took to look as good as he did under normal circumstances. Combining the extra hours in the gym with his super clean bulk, his cuts were starting to dig in deeper and really highlighted his attributes. When we got to week 10, the trainer took some quick stats and sat us down in the office to discuss progress and goals. "Let's see, we got 327 pounds. That is a gain of 24 pounds in 10 weeks. Normally, you might have some newbie gains of 5 pounds a month. I suspect with your diet... you are hitting around 7200 according to the food diaries... that you are gaining some fat along with your muscle. At five pounds a month of muscle, that means you might have gained 13 pounds of muscle and 11 pounds of fat. Even more likely is that the fat is a higher proportion of the total..." He paused for a moment and updated his logs. "So let's just make sure that we monitor things and keep you healthy during the bulk. I would like to check blood pressure and a few other vitals and make those tests routine." I did not show any expression on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my boyfriend snickering a little. The trainer had suggested staying away from the scale and any other measuring devices, but we couldn't help ourselves. I already knew that I was around 24 pounds up. On top of that, we had been monitoring my body fat percentage. Right when I felt like I was losing some weight around the end of the first month, we bought a caliper and a scale with those bioimpedence things. The scale had a tough time measuring because of my overly large skeleton and usually gave some absurdly low value. However, the caliper seemed to be giving consistent results. It had me at 18% body fat. That means I had actually lost 11 pounds of fat, not gained 11 like the trainer was thinking. It also meant that I had gained 35 pounds of lean mass. "Yes, definitely want to keep healthy." The trainer nodded and grabbed his manual sphygmomanometer and stethoscope to measure my blood pressure. He started wrapping it around my arm and I flexed slightly. He struggled to get the velcro closed. "Oh my, that is getting tight." It may have been my imagination, but it seemed like he groped my arm while adjusting the strap. He then started to pump the ball to inflate the strap. He then just stared at my arm, mesmerized. Blood was pulsing in my forearm with no escape. My veins started standing out, snaking their way around my arm. My boyfriend and I became mesmerized by it too. I didn't even realize that I had vascularity. It had always been hidden by a layer of fat. My boyfriend mumbled, as if in a daze, "We have got to try some tourniquets for hypoxia training." I started squeezing and releasing my fist. The vessels started pulsing bigger and bigger. My arms was starting to look bloated and purple. The velcro pulled apart and it fell to the floor, snapping us all out of it. The trainer knelt down and grabbed it to put it back on to my arm. As he was taking the reading (actually doing it this time), I noticed that he was completely hard and leaking crazy amount of precum. His pants had a few inches of wet spot underneath of the obvious tent. He caught my boyfriend's attention and made a slight head nod towards the trainer's crotch. My boyfriend showed a knowing grin and then mouthed the words, "do it". "120 over 80. Absolutely perfect. Let me check your pulse." He started removing the cuff. I spoke up, "Let me ask you something. If I am gaining fat, why has my waist measurement gone down two inches? I know you said not to measure anything, but when I start noticing some abs, curiosity got to me." The the sphygmomanometer slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor. "Abs... but you are so... thick...?" The trainer started looking a little flushed. "Yeah, or is it just my imagination?" I stood up and slowly removed my shirt, exaggerating the motion from side to side to flex while my arms were over my head. I couldn't see his face, but could hear his breath get a little shallow. Once the shirt was off, I clenched my stomach and tensed my obliques one at a time to give a natural twist to my muscles. "Oh my god..." I already knew what he saw as I had been watching it progress in the mirror every day. I had a thick stocky powerlifter waist. Even at 18% body fat, abs were absolutely popping out. They were not shredded by any means, but clearly visible. The trainer's breath was getting deep and raspy. I could see his cock bounce a few times in the pants tent as he began clenching and tensing. "And then there's this..." I turned to the side and made sure to arch my back some, showing off all that junk in the trunk. "... my body fat percentage is lower, but my hip measurement has gone up by 3 inches. That means my hip to waist ratio is 5 inches larger than at the start." I slid the training shorts slowly over my booty, exposing the boxer briefs straining tightly over the packed-in flesh. The material had some runs forming from the squats we had just performed since it was leg day. The material had to be screaming for relief. A couple more weeks and it would certainly be getting it. I couldn't wait for the moment when I would hear my boxer briefs ripping to shreds during a squat. I slowly rolled my glutes, flexing them up and down. The boxer briefs made an audible groan from the strain. That did it for the trainer. "Holy... shit..." The trainer got weak in the knees as he blew his load in his pants. His eyes continued staring the entire time. "Mmmm... oh my god, that... umphf... ass..." My boyfriend and I fist bumped silently above the trainer's head. He didn't even notice. Step 1 was complete.

Unusual Surgeries Part 3 Step 1 - Build Some Mass My boyfriend was always trying to motivate to join his gym, even for the four years we were together before moving. I had never wanted to go because of the fear of putting on more bulk and throwing my proportions even more out of whack than they already were. I knew I could stand to lose a few pounds, but it seemed like a lot of work with no real end goal. Now was different. My boyfriend and I decided to shoot for the moon and get me huge like the next door neighbor. We needed to play this smart, though. Getting huge was not worth sacrificing my health over. We were going to do this in steps. That way we could test effectiveness before adding more on or changing things up. Step 1 would be getting me into the gym to build some mass. Even though the end goal was to get taller (we both knew that you cannot gain height after 20), it would be useless if I did not have some mass to even it out. We quickly realized that gaining height without some conditioned muscle would just cause me to look sickly. My boyfriend also points out that I would need proper diet and exercise to make sure my body could repair itself during whatever trials I would be putting it through. The third reason was it finally gave us reason to work out together. We decided to hire a personal trainer with the platinum package - body analysis, meal guides, supplement guides, and training coach. Since my boyfriend was only working temp and part time work (when he could find it), his schedule was open to training whenever I was free. It was really neat getting a dexa scan and doing the submersion tests. The endurance/heart tests and MRI were not as enjoyable. But after spending half of our Saturday going through the rigors, we found ourselves in the back office. This trainer had multiple degrees, from exercise science to nutrition to even an IFBB Pro Card. It may have been just for show, but he definitely inspired confidence that one could reach whatever goal they had with his help. He was also entirely professional when speaking to us. He obviously had training in a business setting. "Please, come in and have a seat," he gestured at the chairs in front of his desk, "It looks like the computers are finishing the last of the analyses and I am calculating the models." He turned his second monitor to face us and we could see images starting to render on the screen. Mine finished first. He spoke again, "Great, let's start while the rest of the calculations are being performed." I looked up from the simulated human on the screen that didn't look exactly like me, but we pretty darn close. "Start what?" He smiled, "With the platinum package, we really want to hone in out your goals and dedication to reaching those goals. We will help you reach your maximum potential and do it without pushing you over the edge. This proprietary software calculates models based on you and exactly how you want to transform your body. It recommends training, supplements and diet with a learning algorithm based on previous case studies and clients. The more we input based on your experiences, the better it will become. Then, it is up to you and I to get it done." Both my boyfriend and I mouthed a "wooooow". He chuckled a little and starting typing in some parameters and calculations. "So we have you at 5'1.6" (yeah yeah, I know - I round up to 5'2"). Weight...," I noticed a slightly grimace micro-expression, "...303." He paused and looked me up and down in the seat. I laughed nervously and scratched at the back of my head, "Yeah, we talked about me going on one of those weight loss reality contests to drop a couple hundred pounds or something." "Not at 23% body fat you wouldn't. Both the dexa and submersion tests agree on 23 body fat percentage. That is quite impressive for someone who does not work out. Would you mind standing and turning around for me?" I felt embarrassed, like I was on display for his amusement, but never-the-less I complied. "Ah, I see it now. You have great density." He punched a few keys on the keyboard and two skeletons came up on the screen. "This is your skeleton on the left and an average skeleton on the right. As you can see, your frame is much thicker than the average male." He clicked a couple of times with his mouse and the pictures zoomed in to the wrists. Mine was quite obviously bigger at this magnification. "Have you ever measured your wrist?" I shook my head no. "I would guess that you are around 9 inches. The average man is somewhere in the 7 inch area. For your height and body fat percentage, that is a massive wrist size." He did not say it in an insulting tone, more matter of factly. I started to see his perspective and no longer felt as embarrassed. "Moving on... Waist 39, not bad at all for 300 pounds. Chest 52, biceps 20, really not bad for never working out. You are also around the normal range for body fat percentage so you have a decent amount of muscle mass to start with. Quads 30 and calves 22. Wow. Bodybuilders would kill for stats like that. All all of it packed on a 5'1" frame." "5'2"," I mumbled. He shook his head, "I am not saying any of this to hurt your feelings. If you put the work into this, I guarantee that you will never feel ashamed of your body or your height. You have the base to get some truly inspiring results." My boyfriend and I looked at each other and smiled. I watched as he clicked a bunch of options and a duplicate model started rendering on the screen. He turned his attention back to us as the computer did its thing. "So now I am going to show one of your possible end goals. With some exercise and a little bit of fat loss, you will have a nice lean and toned look. The computer gave a new weight of 240 pounds to get lean. You'll be ready to jump on any stage and win a bodybuilding con..." He glanced at his screen while the model finished rendering, "...test." We looked at the new model. My boyfriend pointed at the big round pecs jutting out, "nice...", he said. The waist on the model was definitely smaller, but the pelvis ridges were sticking out. The big ol' booty on the model was the size of its head. It did have a lean look to it, but the bottom half looked enormous compared to the top - which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "This can't be right." The trainer continued adjusting parameters as he mumbled, "Hips 60 inches..." The model rendered very slight changes here and there. "Usually the computer shows someone that could be a fitness model or walk on to a bodybuilder stage. It is meant to inspire the client. I do not mean to dash away any of your fitness goals, but I pride myself on being honest with my clients. You most likely will never obtain a body that will be stage ready. You truly are too big-boned to reach that level of aesthetics." He had a sympathetic look on his face. My boyfriend and I started laughing. "Don't worry about that. I have no desire to expose myself to the public like that. I have a different goal. Here, do you mind?" Just from watching him, I was able to figure out the basics of the computer program. Having a programming background comes in handy for these situations. The trainer got up out of his chair with both a confused and curious expression. I changed around the options for a few minutes and then went back to my seat while the new model rendered. As model started coming into view, my boyfriend took a sharp brief, "yes... yes..." He looked over at me with lust in his eyes and he gripped my leg tightly. With a raspy whisper, "yes..." A tingle went down my spine and my cock jumped in my pants. The trainer's mouth was agape. "Holy shit..." He whispered. He rubbed his hardening cock in his pants. "Chest... so big... shoulders... arms..." He began to stroke his cock as he looked over the model. He started sounding breathless, "Legs... bigger than his waist... oh my god those calves... That ass..." The trainer starting bucking in his chair as he unloaded into his pants. I grinned, that was the reaction I was going for. After a few moments, the trainer regained his composure. "How did you do that? I have never the computer model someone like this." "I left the leanness blank for the computer to calculate on its own. I also removed aesthetics as a priority. I think on your model, it was trying to compensate for my big bone structure and could not find the proper algorithm to fit my body. I just wanted to see what 10,000 calories a day and dedication in the gym would do. I was hoping that the computer would find a model that fits, and it seems like it succeeded." The trainer scratched his chin. "One thing that is immediately apparent is that you look shorter in this model - obviously your neck was absent from the computer's calculations. You will not be shrinking and losing your neck by training." He looked up at us for a moment and then continued, "It also says that you can reach over 400 pounds at 14% body fat?!?! How is that possible, especially at 5'1"?" I let that one slide. Actually, 5'1" at 400 pounds sounded quite nice. He tried his best to bring himself back into the moment, "Now that we have a... ahem... goal model to work with, let me give you some details on your prospective transformation... Wait what? So by eating like crazy and working out, you will effectively lose almost 15 pounds of fat. You will also gain over 100 pounds of muscle." The trainer's eyes were almost bugging out of his head. "Your waist will be one inch smaller even though you will be 100 pounds heavier.... uuumphf..." He was obviously getting hard again. His professionalism had gone completely out the window by this point. "OK, let's do it," he said matter of factly. "I'll even throw in the employee benefits just for the honor of training you to reach... this... goal..." He was tracing the body with his finger on the monitor. "Both of you will have access to the gym whenever you want. Also, 20% off membership fees and supplements." He stood and stared me straight in the eye. "Let’s get you huge." His cock was full mast again and straining against his pants. The wet spot was spreading down the right pant leg almost to his knee. I nodded slowly. He looked over at my boyfriend, "It looks like your model is done. I'll just print out the first comparisons and we'll switch over." He printed out the screens with the various models with all of their stats. He handed them to me from across the desk and then sat back down. I noticed a second copy got printed and he folded it to fit in his pocket. "So we have you at 6'2.9". Weight..." The trainer was back to business as usually even with the tent and dampness in his pants.

Here is part 2! The next few weeks flew by and we were like a well-oiled machine. We really got a solid routine down and stuck to it. Mike had practically moved in to my house, it just made sense. Week 3 weigh in Mike 211 pounds-and somehow 5’11 tall now. Me 195 pounds and again surprisingly I was 6’3 now. Week 4 weigh in Mike 218 pounds still 5’11 and I was 209 pounds still hanging at 6’3”. Week 5 weigh in Mike 223 pounds and hit 6’0 and I was 220 up to 6’4” Work was becoming an issue. It seemed to cut in on our workout time, eating time and frankly a distraction to our mission. I had to order specially made chef jackets for Mike, he had outgrown the largest ones we had. My shirts were so snug, even the ones that used to be big on me. I have blown out several pair of pants just doing daily tasks. Mike has taken to wearing sweatpants at work, at least they had some give. The reaction from the people we work with has been crazy, the guys in the kitchen have been making comments about steroids. We aren’t even juicing, but imagine if we were. . . I eat constantly, every moment I can. The hunger is more overwhelming every day. I see it in Mike too. He eats all the time while he’s in the kitchen. We eat, sleep, workout and work. That’s been our whole life for the last 5 weeks. Mike is starting to show signs of jealousy that I had previously not seen in him. As I have been edging closer to his size and strength, he seems to be somewhat threatened. He was pushing harder every workout in what seems like an effort to show me he’s the big dog still. Making a point to tell me how he did more reps or lifted heavier weight. Seemed a little petty but I guess it was tough on him making all these gains and I am advancing faster getting ready to surpass him. He definitely enjoyed his role as the alpha. I had a meeting with my partners today and told them I needed to take a leave of absence from my day to day duties at the restaurant as the managing partner. I also informed them that Mike will be on a leave as well. They thought it was odd but agreed, my partner Tommy was gonna take up the day to day role until a suitable manager could be hired. We just had to finish out the week. I know what you’re thinking how the hell were we going to survive? I had a nice sized savings account and a trust fund from my grandparents I had never touched since they died about 20 years ago. I also had the rental income from a few apartment buildings I owned. I could easily support Mike and I for as long as the adventure went. As we finished out the last shift of the week, the excitement was showing on both our faces. After tonight we would be able to work out several more hours a day and eat without interruption. This journey was just getting started. Dreams sometimes do come true. This last week I had literally busted out of 3 shirts, my chest was so big now I had to bend my head way down to see past them. My ass and quads had blown out my last decent pair of dress pants. Mike’s sweatpants were straining at the size of his thighs. His huge chef coat buttons were straining across his chest. He had those bodybuilders legs now. Every inch of space taken up by huge muscles. He waddled even more than before, but could still move surprisingly quick. We both had what most people would call roid gut. The constant eating had made our large guts stick out, still covered by walls of rock-hard abs. Just constantly distended. We headed home, I had told mike to give up his apartment, it just didn’t make sense anymore. We stopped through a drive through chicken place and bought over 100 bucks worth of food for just the 2 of us as a pre workout snack. We got home, changed into workout clothes and headed over to the workout room. We had definitely outgrown the little community workout room but hadn’t decided on what we should do next. We were still utilizing it well, still challenging ourselves to the limits. Then something new happened during our workout a moment I had been hoping for since this all began. I outlifted Mike on several exercises. He tried to outlift me several times but just fell a bit short. I smiled from ear to ear but I didn’t rub it in. After several hours we went back to the house to eat and shower. It was weigh in night too, I know I had made some gains this week but no clue how much. Mike was looking huge as well, bigger than ever. We both jumped into my shower, as usual, and washed the gym stink off. I looked over and saw mike completely naked standing across from me. He was the finest specimen of manhood I had ever seen. Big thick muscles covered his entire frame. At this point he had almost zero fat on his body. His waist had actually tightened up over this process, his shoulders were wide, very wide and his V shape was striking. His ass was bigger than before and literally hard as a rock. Looked like a couple of bowling balls sitting on his backside. His legs were just monstrous quads fighting each other for space. Even his calves were massive, We finished up and headed downstairs to prepare our dinner. We had worked out a pretty solid system and silently went to work. We drank down pitchers of shakes while we prepared the food. We ate and ate until we had cleared the island of every scrap. IT WAS WEIGH IN TIME!! We went into the downstairs bathroom Mike went first. He came in at 231, 8 pounds of solid muscle in week. On top of that he gained another inch, 6’1” now. He seemed ecstatic. All smiles and flexing everything. He had stripped down naked for the weigh in and didn’t seem to wanna put em back on. That was cool with me, he looked amazing. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts. Looking in the mirror I looked jacked. Muscles on top of bulging muscles. I stepped onto the scale and looked down at the number. 235!! I was heavier than Mike for the first time. Height was even more shocking 6’6”. I did a few poses, a most muscular and double biceps pose. Mike looked at me and smiled a truly happy smile. “Wow man that is awesome! I guess I gotta work even harder. Proud of you buddy!” I didn’t bother to get dressed either. We both went back to the kitchen, snacked on whatever we could find and drank down some more shakes. We watched tv together in the family room for a while. Laying around naked eating and resting. Around 1 am Mike stood up took a big stretch and said goodnight. When he took in a deep breath his chest literally pushed out so far I thought it was going to explode. His nipples were sticking straight out, I had never noticed before but they were really large, His stomach went in like a vacuum while he sucked in air. making his chest appear even larger. While he stretched I noticed his cock was hard and smacked up against his wall of abs. It was huge, easily 10 or 11 inches and thick like a can of monster. His balls hung low and were easily the size of lemons. He was a man rising well above all other men. I got up too, headed to bed myself. I passed out the second my head hit the pillow. Our plan for the next morning was to hit the supplement store and the grocery store. We also needed to get some clothes, neither one of really fit in anything we owned. Even baggy gym shorts were getting snug. But we had planned on sleeping in until 11 or noon. I rolled over and looked at my phone, it was noon already. I felt like I had just laid down but I also felt great. There was also a text message from Mike. The text read: HEY I WOKE UP EARLY. WENT TO GET THE LAST OF MY STUFF FROM MY APARTMENT. SHOULD BE BACK AROUND NOON. I headed downstairs into the kitchen. After a pitcher of shake I looked through the fridge, Mike must have eaten a huge breakfast. There was almost nothing in there. I grabbed my laptop and started putting in a grocery order. When I was done the bill was about 500 bucks, and would probably only last a day or two. It was all worth it though. I cleaned up a bit and turned on the news. I started doing pushups, crunches and sit ups while I waited. Then I felt a shooting pain in my gut. It was a hunger pain but like times a thousand. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a protein bar mixed up another pitcher of shake. It satiated me but in no way satisfied me. Mike pulled in the driveway his little car packed full of the last of his belongings. I had never noticed how big he looked in his little car. He looked jammed in. He opened the door and I could see the car raising up as he stood. I’m not sure but from my vantage point he looked even bigger than yesterday, He was wearing a t-shirt and pair of jeans. The jeans looked stressed in every direction, His leg muscles pushing out in every direction. His ass was pushing out like a shelf and the waist was too big. The t shirt was also skin tight around his chest and shoulders, his lats forcing a snug fit along the sides. The bottom of the shirt not quite covering his stomach, bottom row of his abs completely visible. He needed new clothes but I can’t say I hated the view of him squeezed in to his clothes. I walked out to the driveway and started to help him unload his stuff. We made short work of it, loading all the stuff into the garage and then sorting it out. Putting his stuff away made me hungry as hell. We still had no food to speak of, and my stomach was rumbling. I could see Mike looked hungry too. He kept rubbing his belly like crazy. “We need to eat!” I said loudly to him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded. We got in my truck and headed to the diner down the street. We walked in and sat in a booth. A waitress came by our table and asked if we wanted coffee. We immediately ordered enough food for a family of five. We both ate with a ferocious passion. Grunting and shoveling food in as quick as possible. After we finished the first round, we ordered a larger round of food for round 2. As Mike shoveled it in I noticed him staring at my chest. The look on his face was, for lack of a better word, lust. He kept eating plate after plate and staring at me the whole time. I felt a snugness from my shirt as I reached for more bacon. Then I heard an audible tear. My shirt tore from the collar down the middle of my pecs. I looked down in shock then back at Mike. His eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. He reached right across the table and squeezed my pecs. They were rock solid and when he touched them they bounced up and down, tearing the shirt even further. Mikes large hands squeezed them hard for a moment then he just smiled that amazing grin of his. He pulled his arms back and grabbed his own chest and bounced his pecs a few times then came another audible ripping noise, but it wasn’t me this time. His shirt blew wide open exposing his chest. He looked massive, and might I even say taller as well. We quickly finished up round two of breakfast. As I went to get out of the booth I realized it was difficult, I was kind of jammed in. I maneuvered a bit and shoved the table a bit but managed to get to my feet. I noticed Mike having the same trouble. As mike stood up I heard another audible rip, Mikes jeans had split around his quads, they just couldn’t take the pressure any more. Looking over they didn’t even reach past his calves any more. I heard another pop n rip and realized he just blew out the seat of them too. His shirt was now showing 3 rows of abs and the waist on the jeans was looser than before. Instead of the usual distended gut he had after eating was now a tight wall of abs. He looked down then back at me and smiled from ear to ear. My gut was flat as well, and with all I just ate I should have been massively bloated. Then I felt a rush of heat in my legs and then relief as my sweat pants stretched thinner and thinner over my legs. They rose up from my ankles and the cuffs at the bottom blew apart. My shirt was now also too short to cover me, my stomach almost completely in view. I pulled the shirt down as a reflex and futilely tried to cover up, but there just wasn’t enough shirt to go around. There were a few gasps from the other patrons and whispers. We just went up to the front, paid the bill and went to my truck. As soon as we left the diner Mike started laughing uncontrollably. He looked at me with that amazing smile and grabbed me by the shoulder. “I told you we were going to be huge!” He was right he had said that on more than one occasion, and he had delivered in abundance. We were huge. I also felt like this was just the beginning, there was a lot more to come. We headed to the mall, clothes were a priority now, we literally had nothing to fit us any longer. We went to the big n tall shop, hoping to find stuff that would give us a little breathing room. I didn’t want to have to buy clothes in another week. As we walked in to the store, there was no one in there except the clerk, a really short fat dude. He looked at us as we came in with our shredded clothes, his jaw dropped as he took in the full sight of us. “We need some clothes!” Mike said in a deeper voice than he had previously had. The man helped us by handing us several things to try on. He handed me a 3xl shirt, I pulled it on and realized I couldn’t make the buttons close over my chest, and it was swimming around my stomach. I put it aside and grabbed a 4xl which buttoned, but just barely. MIke was trying on some pants, but they were too snug in the legs and he couldn’t even pull them over his glutes. He looked down at the man and said” BIGGER!” The man scurried off to find a larger pair. MIke stepped out of the dressing room and in front of the mirror next to me. He was a mountain of a man now. Muscles everywhere, he was just massive. As he stood next to me, in only his boxer briefs-which were easily 4 sizes too small. His ass had the fabric stretched beyond their limit making them almost see through. His sizable package pulling them low on the front. He hit a double biceps pose in the mirror and that’s when I realized it. He was as tall as me now. Maybe even a hair or two taller. I took off the clothes I was wearing and looked in the mirror at the 2 of us. I was just as big as him, my chest maybe a bit larger. My waist was narrower and I had an eight pack, his still a six pack. But he was easily as tall as me and his legs were thicker. He had a growth spurt after our weigh in last night, that’s for sure. The man brought us a bunch of clothes to try on and we finally found some stuff that we could wear. We bought a ton of basketball shorts, tank tops and oh yeah new underwear-we both needed it. I paid the bill and we carried out a dozen stuffed bags. We changed into tank tops and basketball shorts while we were in there and left the man with the shredded outfits we came in with. We dropped the bags at the truck and headed to the supplement store. We were running low on stuff and needed to restock. Mike and I strutted in the supplement store side by side, a wall of manly muscle. There were a couple of gym rats in the store and the clerk was a pretty big guy himself. They were all small looking to us now. We grabbed our supplies and started piling them up on the counter. We tore into a dozen protein bars each as we shopped, telling the clerk to put it on our bill. We were ravenous with hunger again. I could hear Mike’s stomach growling and I was a few feet away from him. Mine was churning like I hadn’t eaten in days. We paid for our stuff and headed back to the truck. We quickly went home, luckily the grocery delivery had come while we were out. We brought in the bags and bags of stuff and Mike got to work cooking up a meal for us. I unpacked the groceries and supplements while he worked. I went to bring the clothes to my room and his. I was putting the clothes in my dresser when I felt another huge pain in my stomach, like nothing I had felt before. I went to the kitchen and Mike handed me a pitcher of protein shake, He started putting platter after platter of food up on the island for us. He kept working and working more and more food coming up. When he finished we both sat down and started gorging ourselves. I ate so much and so fast. Easily a dozen pitchers of shake went down my throat with that meal and Mike was eating even more than I was. I looked over at him and noticed his gut was so stretched out that it was forcing him away from the island. This didn’t slow him down a bit though he just kept shoveling the food into his mouth. With each plateful his gut pushed out more and more. I looked down at my gut and realized mine was doing the same thing. I just hadn’t noticed. I backed my stool up a bit and felt some relief. I kept eating though, I was famished. Mike looked my way as I scooted back and smiled ear to ear. “Looks like we need longer arms!” He bellowed. We polished what was left and then a couple more pitchers of shake each. MIke stood up from the counter and belched loudly. Rubbing his boulder sized gut and smiling again. “Now that’s what I call lunch!” He waddled over and started putting the empty platters in the dishwasher, barely able to bend over. As he bent I noticed the basketball shorts we had just bought were no longer loose. His glutes were filling them out and his quads were filling the leg holes out. An hour ago they were loose. Is it possible he got that much bigger in an hour? I stood up and realized my gut had pushed the waistband of my shorts down and I felt taller. I was full and bloated for sure but I was also taller, I could see over the upper cabinets without effort. I had never been able to do that before, I helped Mike finish cleaning up as we snacked on protein bars and shakes. Mike prepped a few things for our next meal, 2 whole hams went in the oven and he whipped up 3 pans of lasagna. These would take a while to cook so he was just getting them ready for later. Truth be told I felt like I could eat them now. Mike and I went into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to each other. I felt the heat coming off his body. There was also an amazing smell emanating from him. I couldn’t stop inhaling it. I moved my hand to his gut and started rubbing it gently at first but more and more forcefully It seemed to be shrinking down as I touched it, his abs slowly coming back into focus. I flipped over on top of him and we began kissing, passionately at first then more and more aggressively. I felt so warm and tingly all over, my body pulsing with energy, My gut had begun to recede as well and we no longer being pushed apart by round ball guts, I moved down and pulled his shorts down, then his boxers and I saw the prize I was craving. His cock was hard already and big, it was screaming to be sucked. I started licking the tips and put my hand around the base. Before too long I had pulled that huge salami down my throat deep throating every last inch. I cupped his enormous balls as I sucked his man meat. He was bucking and moaning his hands on my head pushing me closer and closer to him. Felt heat in my mouth and throat and that smell was still intoxicating me. I felt his balls pull up and his cock starting to pulse. He unleashed a river of cum down my throat screaming like a primal beast. My gut immediately started to push out again even more stretched out than after lunch. He dumped what felt like gallons into me. It went on for several minutes until I finally released his python from my mouth. He laid there momentarily spent and panting. His eyes closed and his chest heaving up and down. He never looked so hot! Looking at him he looked big and lean, no visible fat anywhere. His abs protuded like stacked stone off his midsection. Deep cuts between them. His chest was pumped up and just fucking huge. He caught his breath and reached up for me. He kissed me passionately and forcefully. He grabbed hold of my torso and flipped me over. His large hand smacking my hard glutes. He pulled down my shorts and underwear. He bent me over and stuck 2 fingers right up my ass. I jumped and he smacked my ass again. He placed his large hands on my waist and then without hesitation just jammed his fuck rod right into me. I squealed and screamed and took it all in. He started fucking my ass with fierce determination riding me like a prized pony. It felt like he kept going for hours and hours. I was lost in the throws of ecstacy. I felt a warm feeling in my ass and then he started to buck faster and harder into me. Then I felt him blow inside me. instead of leaking out I felt my body taking it all inside of me. My gut stretched further, heavier. I was in all my glory. I felt full, satisified and so warm and tingly all over. After a few minutes I stood up and stretched, looking down my gut was absolutley massive, like I had been a hardcore gainer for years. I grabbed mike by the hand and brought him up to my room. I laid on the bed and pulled him in close next to me. Then as we held each other I drifted off to sleep. I awoke to mike slapping my bulbous ass. He flipped me over onto my gut and mounted me again. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. Then it was inside me again, pushing and bucking even harder than the last time. He moved with strength and energy and pace that made me melt as he fucked me like I had never felt before. Again he went on for what seemed like hours and then let out a moan that shook the windows. I felt him dumping into me again filling me up and making me so dizzy from the rush of pleasure. I felt my already bloated gut grow larger still. I felt so good, warm and then something else took me over. I felt every muscle in my body growing. I was getting bigger, all over. My shoulders spread further apart my back thickened and widened. My arms were blowing up like balloons and my chest started to push itself forward. I felt my legs growing closer together and my clenched ass was pushing itself out. As Mike dismounted me I stood up and up and up. I was now at least a foot higher than Mike looking down on him. And I kept rising several more inches. I was throbbing from every muscle and the heat was pouring off me, I think I saw steam. Mike looked up at me in awe and lust filled his eyes. My gut receded into a solid ten pack making my chest appear even larger. I looked down and saw my cock, well my new cock. It was hard as a rock and easily 12 inches long and thick as a beer can. The growth subsided and I just stood there in awe. I saw Mike looking up at me and I couldn’t resist one more minute. I grabbed him and flipped him around. I smacked that ass and bent him over. I thrust my cock inside him and just went crazy with the thrusting, over and over I impaled mike on my cock. I felt him squeeze himself on my rod. I just kept thrusting deeper and deeper into him. After what seemed like an eternity I unloaded into him. Just as with me he absorbed my seed and his gut began to expand and expand. It seemed like it took so long to empty into him. By the time I was done I felt like I could go again, so I began thrusting again. After several minutes I dumped into him again. His gut was stretching to enormous sizes, taking everything I was giving him. He moaned like I had never heard a man moan before, Low and guttural and I could feel the vibration of it throughout his body. Then while I was still inside him his body began to pulse and grow. His Shoulders popped and widened and his back just exploded with muscle. I felt his ass expand on my cock. speaking of cocks his jumped to attention, lengthening and thickening. His balls pulling down lower and lower, easily in the navel orange size now. His legs were lengthening I didn’t even have hold him up anymore His feet now reached the ground. I Started riding his ass again harder and even more forcefully than before. I was no longer holding back at all. I felt him growing as I hammered my pole deep inside him. He was so warm and I felt so amazing I blew another load deep inside him. I poured my seed into him gallons of it. I felt his gut swell and his back arched. He screamed with reckless abandon. I slowly pulled my cock out of him and smacked his ass, it was like punching a wall of rock. As I pulled out he stood to his new height, stretching his massive form out as he rose.

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