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You guys wanna try something? I have no idea how this going to turn out, but let's see what happens. Read the story snippet below and they chose what you think Jared, the main character, should do. Or feel free to propose your own option in the comments. Okay, here goes. About a year ago, you graduated from high school with your best friend, Mitch. You then had the best summer of your life, hanging with Mitch, playing video games, eating junk food, and endlessly discussing who was going to die in the next Avengers movie. You voted for Captain America. Mitch was positive it would be Thor. But like all things, last summer eventually came to an end. You both headed off to different schools in different parts of the country. Both of your school schedules proved a lot busier than you expected and you didn't have the time to talk, text, or skype that you thought you would. And a bad snow storm and a couple of missed flights meant you missed each other over the holidays too. But summer is back and you just got home. You realize Mitch must be back too. You try and call him but he doesn't pick up nor does he answer your texts. You decide to stop over and see him, but his brother tells you he's not there. He's gone down to the beach. "The beach?" you think. "That's weird. Mitch never goes to the beach." But you decide to grab your swimming trunks, go down there and find him. "The beach isn't that big," you think. "Should be pretty easy to track him down." But when you get there, you comb the whole place and you don't really see him. But just as you're getting ready to leave, you notice this massive guy asleep on his beach lounger. You do a double take. The face looks a lot like Mitch's, but the body... This dude is huge and yoked beyond belief. It couldn't possibly be Mitch... Or could it? It really did look like his face. What do you do? Do you wake him up to see if he's Mitch? Or do you go home and try calling your friend tomorrow? Vote on the poll page and we'll see where we go. Higher resolution versions of the images can be found here:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2-4 Chapter 5-6 Chapter 7 CHAPTER 8 The sun well below its peak but already scalded the desert below. Sweat had long ago soaked through Lewis's skin-tight green shirt and his muscles stood out in bold relief through the fabric. He grunted as he bent over and picked up a thirty pound sand bag from the pile at his feet. After placing it on his free forearm, he bent over and loaded another on top. Then another. Then another. His arm bulged larger with every new addition, the giant vein pulsing along its peak grinding into the bags it supported. The young airman finally stopped at five bags and, after wiping dripping sweat from his brow, turned to walk the ten paces separating the pile from a three foot deep square ditch he just finished digging. He dropped the bags along the rim, organized them into a nice border along the edge with a few well placed kicks that sent his quads flaring, then turned again to retrieve more. His sweat darkened shirt clung ever tighter to his body. Deeply cut abs stood out boldly where it wasn't heavily shadowed by engorged pecs that heaved and fell with each breath. He bent over to retrieve more bags forcing his calves and hamstrings to flare in response beneath military issued shorts that rose well above mid thigh. The Christmas tree striations of his lower back bulged through the shirt as he stood. Every ripple and fold of his lats and traps writhed as he loaded another five sandbags onto his arm as if they weighed no more than couch pillows. Back and forth Lewis went, carrying his sandbags from the giant pile to line them up around his pit. That pit was ten feet by ten feet and had taken him only an hour to dig. A small crowd began to gather around him as he'd dug and had recently grown to more than twenty gawkers. Some stared in open admiration. Others made as if they stood there for other reasons and only glanced Lewis's way as if by accident as they carried on conversations that any sane person would have accomplished an air conditioned building, not in 100+ degree heat. I stood among the masses, arms cross and drenched in sweat myself. These heavy uniforms did a good job hiding my rapidly growing body but were better suited for freezing weather. I was there to officially observe Lewis's punishment for nearly strangling Whitaker. There were a number of authorized punishments available to me as the commander: reduction in rank, reduced pay, court marshal, etc. But the nineteen year old airman was already at a pretty junior rank, taking pay was relatively cruel for someone already played a pittance, and a court marshal was a little harsh since there were two sides to the story. For Whitaker, I had him reassigned to another unit on base. He'd already been gone two weeks and there'd been no issues since. For Lewis, I went with one of the lesser used (and more...old school) punishments: hard labor. The option was buried in one of the more antiquated but "still-on-the-books" policies, right next to being rationed bread-and-water. But the punishment seemed fitting: single handedly build a defense bunker. The process involved digging a ten foot by ten foot square three feet deep, then creating a defensible position using sandbags and roof slats, complete with turret holes. They were scattered all over base to provide quickly accessible shelter should a flock of terrorists come charging in. So at the crack of dawn a young and very buff Lewis started digging his hole. People took notice of the baby-faced bodybuilder, some even stood to gawk before making their way on. But as the day wore on, Lewis kept going. Instead of growing weary and exhausted, he instead appeared to get stronger and more virile as the process moved on. Once he finished the hole and shifted to the sandbags, his strength seemed impossible. That's when the passersby were suddenly stopped dead in their tracks, helplessly watching this sweat-covered god of a human toil under the desert sun. Standing at 6'2 (or maybe a little more), he was "big" enough to be maybe 230 or 240 pounds. Those weren't inhuman proportions. But just one look and you knew something was different. His muscles looked too dense. It was the small things: his biceps dented the sandbags instead of the other way around, his forearm didn't give against his forehead when he wiped sweat from his brow...all-in-all, the bulges of his body seemed too hard. It was hard to explain but there was something that just looked...fucking amazing. "Sweet Jesus," a familiar voice said admiringly at my shoulder. "He one of yours?" I turned to see Dasa smiling hungrily at Lewis as he toiled. "Yep," I said. "Strange, haven't seen him." Her eyes squinted at him. "I guess he kinda looks familiar." I just nodded; the last time she'd seen him he was half the size he was now. Lewis was now carrying six bags at a time, somehow supporting all that weight in the crook of his forearm. His biceps were screaming, skin stretched and shiny, displaying individual muscles I didn't even know existed on the human anatomy. The crowd around us continued to grow but, by his face, I wasn't sure Lewis even knew there was a soul around him. His eyes were focuses inwards and I could see he was relishing every moment of this "punishment." His face was contorted in a strained grimace as he lugged the bags over to the rapidly developing bunker. The fibers in his arm continued to quiver and shake under the load. I let my hand wrap around my own bicep and gave it a good flex, feeling the muscle jump under my sleeve and swell into my hand. I was quickly on my way to matching Lewis. In the two weeks since Lewis's incident, I'd put on another sixty pounds and my uniform was now snug in all the right places. Any more size could not be hidden. I was pulled away from my self-appreciation when I heard another baritone grunt. I looked up as Lewis now struggled with ten sandbags in an obvious effort to test the limits of his strength. I could see his massive quads ripple violently with each step as they supported the extreme combined weight of his body and bags. Lewis's back muscles bulged and his traps swelled up his neck. His face was red with the strain, veins bulging along his forehead. But his arm. Oh my god his arm. The muscles in it writhed and rolled as if they were fighting each other for space. Then something happened that no one in the crowd would ever forget. A few steps into Lewis's trek to the bunker, that quivering bicep suddenly...popped. That's the only way I could describe it. In the blink of an eye, his shredded nineteen inch arms just doubled in size to the circumference of a person's waist. The rapidly expanding boulder of muscle shoved against the sandbags he carried and they fell to the ground as if thrown. A rip formed at the base of his sleeve and cleanly tore its way all the way up to the top of his shoulder, letting the pumpkin sized deltoids swell out of them. A gasp ran through the crowd. "Holy shit," I heard Dasa say but I couldn't break my eyes away from the inhuman spectacle. Lewis noticed too. He stared down at his insanely proportioned arm and gave it a good flex. The peak of his bicep rose and rose and rose to a granite mountain and the fabric around his lat finally gave up as he raised his arm to admire himself. It was as if every muscle fiber in his arm just decided to double in size. Lewis smiled as he flexed the engorged arm. Blood vessels pulsed around the giant peak, feeding it. The crowd watched, dumbfounded and silent as Lewis finally bent over and picked up the bags he dropped, again resting them in the crook of his now superhuman arm. That over-sized arm flared angrily, sweat dripping down the newly formed ravines that ran from shoulder to elbow. But it now carried the ten bags with less effort than it once took him to carry half that. Lewis had grown stronger in an instant. A lot stronger. I felt my own body without touching it, its hardness, its growing size. I would have that power soon enough. "What on earth..." Dasa was having a hard time processing things but her eyes stared hungrily at Lewis as he continued his labor. "I may have to find an excuse to come by your office more often." She chuckled and gave my arm a playful punch. I thought nothing of it until I felt her hand rest against my arm and give it a squeeze. I smiled without looking at her and gave my arm a flex, letting my iron bicep swell under her grip. I looked down at her after a moment. She was looking up at me, her brows raised and her mouth parted slightly. She took her hand away and smiled. "See you later, sailor." There was heat behind those words. I smiled and looked back at Lewis, who was now lugging a full dozen sandbags on that supersized arm. His shoulder had joined in the grow game and was now the size of a basketball and still growing. The shirt sleeve that once contained it now hung in tatters, and a rip was now growing up the seam of his trap. Before too long it would fall away and his shirt would be more toga than t-shirt. The crowd around us was getting bigger now and I spied a two star general now among them, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed under a furled brow. My breath caught. This was not the attention we wanted. Shit, game's over. I walked up to Lewis just as he finished placing his latest pile of bags. "Consider the punishment complete," I said quietly and put a hand against that monstrous arm. Lewis turned to me, face red and sweating. His chest heaved and I heard popping sound of strained cotton strands accompany each inhale. He smiled through his exhaustion and nodded. Five minutes later he was back in my office, my metal chair grunting and squealing under his mass. He was fixated on his swollen arm, flexing the basketball sized monstrosity and rubbing its veined peak with his hand. He obviously liked what he saw as his dick had recently exploded through the inner lining of his shorts and was forced, fully erect, down the side of his tree trunk thigh. It protruded, thick and pulsing, from the hem of those straining shorts and ran halfway to his knee. It jumped powerfully when he gave his bicep a squeeze. I found myself speechless; so fixated I was on the scene before me. I was experiencing the dual wonder of wanting to join him rubbing that inhuman arm while at the same time knowing I was only a couple weeks away from having that power myself. "So fucking unreal," he said, mostly to himself. "Oh fuck fuck fuck." his dick jumped again and its head swelled. I considered moving in case it fired something at me but stayed put for some reason. "I've felt like a mousetrap this whole time," he said. "Like I was about to erupt. Fucking hell, I finally did." If I wasn't experiencing the same thing, I'd have no idea what he was talking about. But I knew all too well. I believed it had something to do with gaining all that weight but not having the size to match. I was so much denser now and I felt like a giant shoved into a child's body. I felt like I SHOULD be bigger, so much bigger, but I wasn't. I looked like a 220 pound freak of nature but weighed well over 300 pounds. And my body wanted to LOOK well over 300 pounds. It was like being constantly on the verge of an orgasm but just not able to climax. "Fuck," Lewis moaned and grabbed his collar with his free hand. "Too tight." He pulled and ripped his shirt off his body as easily as if it were a blanket lying over him. His concrete body seemed to balloon slightly now the constructing shirt was off. Taking a deep breath, as if his first since putting the accursed thing on, he looked back at his swollen arm then at me. "It's getting smaller," he said. "Pretty soon it'll go back to what it was." He turned his eye to the other bicep and gave it a good flex. The nineteen inch boulder was impressive but nothing compared to the monstrous other one. I was disbelieving at first but a closer look proved him right; the arm was indeed slowly shrinking back; like a pump an hour after working out. He was silent a moment before continuing. "I've stopped growing," he said finally. "I didn't want to believe it but I haven't gotten any stronger in the last week." He looked back at me. "I want more. I'm taking the next step." There was no doubt what he was talking about. He wanted to take the second canister. "What do you think will happen?" I said smoothly. Lewis shrugged, his swollen lats flaring between his engorged delts. "Only one way to find out." He spoke as if he was heading over right then and there. I took a deep breath (and couldn't help but relish how my uniform stretched across my chest). I brushed the euphoria aside, focused instead on the consequences if something...noticeable...happened to Lewis if he took the second canister. What if he took both?! If we got unwanted attention, it could ruin everything. I wasn't ready. I needed more time to max my own body out. I needed to be as big as Lewis...and there it was. You want to be the biggest, don't you? a little voice asked me. I shook my head to clear it. "What if it makes you smaller?" I asked carefully. "Takes away everything you gained." "It won't," Lewis said confidently and actually got up as if to leave. "Two weeks," I said, standing as well. Lewis's eyes crew dark and the muscles in his body all jumped as he grew tense. He seemed to gain twenty pounds in that instance. "I didn't ask," he said. I stepped up to him, hands up in a calming gesture. My mind raced, nearly panicked, searching for anything to give me more time. His body radiated heat and I could smell the musk of the day's work hanging in the air. He was taller than me and far more powerful. We both knew I couldn't force him to do anything. I put a hand against his granite chest, beads of sweat pooling around my fingers. I felt a thump against my leg and looked down to see his dick swelling and lifting itself up against the nylon fabric of his military issue shorts. Without thought, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, feeling the tha-dump-tha-dump of his heart beat through the shaft. It was as hard as the rest of him. He moaned and I locked his eyes with mine. "Two weeks," I said again and started rubbing him. He gasped. I didn't know what I was doing or why. There was just something about two rock hard bodies leaning against each other like boulders. We touched and I let my eyes wander across the close up view of his inhumanly powerful body. His deeply chiseled abs rose and fell, flexing as his body tensed. I moved my hand faster and he swelled until my fingers no longer made it completely around him. Lewis's muscles flexed and fell, flexed and fell as veins bulged across his traps and upper chest. He leaned his head back, eyes closed and mouth open. I found myself on my knees, eyes locked on a foot long dick bordered by thighs as bulging and hard as any bodybuilder's. Before I could even think about it, he was in my mouth as my hands continuing to work him. He came a moment later and I felt molten hot liquid fill my mouth and force its way down my throat. I took him in, not knowing if the sudden powerful surge rolling through my body was real or psychological. Either way, I felt like I could lift a truck. I felt my own dick raging against my pants, desperate for freedom. Each spurt filled my mouth and I only had time to swallow before he filled it again. Afterwards , I stood and used Lewis's tattered shirt to wipe my mouth. "Two weeks," I said again and threw the shirt at him. Lewis nodded shallowly, eyes distant and blissful. "Two weeks," he agreed breathlessly.

Years ago I was in Boy Scouts. I had a subscription to Boy’s Life magazine which had a Jokes page (my favorite part). One issue there was a joke that went like this: Joe: I hear you’ve been taking a mail order bodybuilding course John: Yes Joe: Well you don’t look any different John: No, but you should see my mailman. Thus the inspiration for: Mail Order Bodybuilding John Maxwell lay on his bed reading his new Z-Factor comic book. He got to an ad in the middle and sat up. It showed a skinny kid being picked on at school. The “kid” discovers this wonder program that can only be had through the mail. The next frame shows the “kid” now massively hulked out, including the burst clothes from the first frame. The other kids at school stand back in shock at the bulging biceps that have erupted from the sleeves and the chest that has burst through the front of the shirt. The jeans are in tatters around enormous legs. The tag line for the ad read, “Be the alpha on your block or in your school. Alpha Muscle Building program. Visit our website to order” John smiled. “That would be awesome” He went to his computer and looked up Alpha Muscle’s site. There were multiple packages available. He wasn’t going to waste time and bought the Premium Deluxe package. The site asked options about mail and “previews”. “What do they mean previews?” He clicked the information tab. “Before finalizing the sale we will allow you to preview the results and you can determine if you want to proceed with the program.” “Huh. Ok. Can’t hurt to preview, I guess” John checked the box. 1 week later: Mike Voir was sorting the mail for his route. 20 years old, just finished his AA and was working to earn some money while he figured out what to do with his life. He started to load up his truck when Denise, who worked the counter called him, “Mike, don’t forget those boxes over there” She pointed and he rolled his eyes. Three huge boxes for “John Maxwell 8485 Dream Well Way – Preview Edition” There were two muscle magazines as well with that address. Mike snorted. He glanced at Denise, waving the cover, “Who the hell wants to look like this? It’s disgusting!” He tossed the boxes into the truck. As he got to Dream Well Way on his route, he thought, “What kid orders this crap anyway? Some pimple faced geek I bet” He stopped at 8485 and quickly piled the boxes on a hand truck and rolled it to the door and was sliding it off when the door opened. A young blond teenager, with a slightly athletic build smiled out at him. “Are those for me?” “You John?” Mike asked. “Yep!” The kid seemed ready to wet himself. Mike tried hard not to roll his eyes. “Ok sign here. It says signature required. Glad you’re here so I don’t have to redeliver.” The kid greedily grabbed the pen and signed. Mike felt a strange sensation pass through him and he grunted lightly. John looked up, “You ok?” “Yeah. I think maybe I ate something funny for lunch” Mike took the papers and headed back to his truck. He started it back up to drive and shifted in the seat. Something weird was going on. He felt kind of bloated. He glanced back to the door and saw John wave and try to get the boxes in the door. Mike shook his head and moved on through his route. Later that Afternoon: John had the boxes in his room and was unpacking them. There were several bottles and two books. “What about weights and stuff? How am I supposed to do this with books and bottles? What about the preview thing?” A voice from the door said, “What preview thing?” John looked up to see his best friend Joe standing there, “Joe! Hey! I just bought this thing supposed to help me get big. They said there was a preview, but I don’t see it” Joe moved over to look, “Alpha Muscle Building? That sounds pretty cool. Can I try it with you?” “Yeah, but they promised a preview before I finalized my purchase.” “Maybe it says something in this book” Joe had picked up one with an enormous bodybuilder on the cover. “Hey” John said, “That guy kind of looks like my mailman” “What? No way!” “What’s all that blue stuff he’s standing on? It looks like…” “A mailman uniform only like it exploded…” Joe finished Meanwhile: Mike was turning back into the post office for the evening. Something was definitely not right. His uniform had grown uncomfortable. He felt a bit strange all over as well. He noticed he was the last one back. He had slowed down his route due to feeling odd. Maybe it was good everyone was already gone home for the night. He started to get out of the truck when a ripping sound occurred. He looked down at his right arm. A thick vein erupted along the length of it and the bicep had split the sleeve. He felt tension in his left arm and the same thing happened to that sleeve. “What the Hell? What is happening….” He grunted loudly as he experienced an intense surging powerful feeling and two buttons flew off his shirt pinging against the dashboard of the truck. His chest was pressing outwards straining the rest of his shirt. “Oh shit! I’m turning into one of those freaks! No…..no….” his voice deepened with each “no” He tried to finish climbing out of the truck and found it harder with his new girth. He squeezed out and backed away from the truck like it was the cause of this unusual feeling. The pressure came again. He grunted loudly. This time though it felt good. Almost sexual. Almost….. A loud crack as his lats flared out splitting the back of the shirt in two. His eyes rolled back in his head with the intensity of the sensations flooding his brain. He almost fell over as he adjusted his stance while his quads ballooned out with thick striated muscle and the seams of the pants burst apart. He knew he was getting aroused at all the incredible sensations and at first tried to hide it. The rest of the buttons exploded from his shirt leaving it in tatters over an immense barrel chest and thickly cobbled abs that bulged like he had been doing hgh for years. The waist band of the pants split and they fell and caught on his bulging ass for a moment then fell to the ground. He smiled as a new thought entered his head, “How could I have ever thought this was bad. This is the most amazing thing to ever happen!” He climbed into his car and drove nearly naked. He wasn’t even surprised that he returned to 8485 Dream Well Way. Mike smiled got out of the car and went to the door. Enjoying the feeling of 350 pounds of ripped pure muscle bulging and swaying with each step. He rang the bell smirking. A few moments later the blond kid jerked the door opened then gasped. Another kid appeared behind him. Mike smiled, “Here is your preview. Like what you see?” John and Joe gasped. Mike saw the bulge in John’s pants and the wet stain that appeared there shortly. He walked into the house and they just stepped aside. They then led him to the room with the Alpha Muscle Building course. He looked around. On the computer was the website. A picture of Mike was there. It was a typical before and after only this had occurred within a matter of an afternoon. The first frame was the lanky 5’10 man who weighed maybe 145 pounds and the after was the beast that was filling the room. Underneath it stated, “Thank you for your preview option. Mike Voir payment for $2.5 million has been processed. Please select to proceed or return the product." Joe and John rushed to the computer and fought over the mouse. Mike smiled. “I guess my mailman days are over” There was a click and John gasped. Joe stepped back and Mike continued to smile. “Thank you for your purchase, John Maxwell. You’re gonna love this.” John gasped and stood up. His clothes had already tightened. He grinned at Joe, “This feels awesome, bro” His voice deepened and stubble appeared on his jaw. There was a popping sound like seams giving way and a grunt of satisfaction from another customer of the Alpha Muscle Building Program.

“You know, eventually we’re going to have to get you some clothes,” said Peter. “Really?” said Jon. “Why? THE END

Born again, a man of truly monstrous proportions, he rejoiced in his impossibly huge and powerful body!

The story will be on temporary hiatus while I attend to some computer issues. But I assure you, I have finished the next 20 chapters and will resume regular posting as soon as I am able.

Part 2 Special Delivery Tyson was loading his truck. His new job at the post office was awesome as it helped with his gym payments. Some dude had just simply quit showing up. Maybe he went "postal" as they say. Tyson laughed to himself at the stupid pun. He was 25 and had always been small until he worked up the courage to go lift. His body responded nicely. Although average in height, around 5'8 or so he now weighed a respectable 210. Very solid and proud of himself. His schedule was tight and the food was expensive, but hey, it was worth it. The last part of his delivery was 5 large boxes from some "Alpha Muscle Building" company. He paused. What was in those boxes? Supplements? For whom? Always on the lookout for new ways to grow, he decided to make that his last stop so he could ask some questions. The day was pretty uneventful. He stopped for a bite of lunch at a small park. He always brought food with him. Opened the containers of chicken and rice and began eating. A couple of ladies eyed him as they jogged around the adjacent lake. He flashed his handsome smile. Two teenage boys stared and whispered. One of them flexed his small but wiry arm for the other and they laughed. He smirked then cuffed his sleeve and flexed back at the boys. Their jaws fell open like fish. Then they laughed again. One of them yelled, "Do that again! Do that again!" The second turned red and loudly whispered, "Don't, Steven! He might get mad" Steven turned to his friend, "Don't be a sissy, Patrick" Tyson smiled and stood and adjusted his shirt so he could do a loose crab pose for them. The shirt was just tight enough that it threatened to pop. Steven gaped then turned to his friend and said "I'm gonna look like that. Watch!" Then he imitated Tyson's pose. Patrick turned even redder. Tyson smiled and finished his lunch. The boys reminded him of his high school days when he was scrawny and bullied. He would have been as embarrassed as that kid Patrick to see someone like he was now. But the bodybuilding had done more than just make him larger, it had brought him self confidence. Still at 210 he always felt there could be more. He got back into the truck and worked through the rest of his route, arriving at the stop with the boxes from that muscle company. It was actually a nice house set back from the road. He loaded up the hand truck and got his signature board. He re-read the address just to make sure it was right. God how embarrassing that would be to deliver these wrong and ask personal questions. At least it was further back to save trouble. The house was enormous and, to be totally honest, a little creepy. A couple of the windows were boarded up like some kind of carnival spook house. A pair of large brass knockers hung on the door. He lifted one and rapped on the door with it. Footsteps sounded down the hall. A male voice called out, "Who is it?" "Uh, I'm Tyson with the Post Office. Got a big delivery here for....let me check...Joe Greenbow?" "Oh" a chain rattled then with a loud creak, the door opened. A man about Tyson's age stood framed in the entryway. "Oh!" He said again when he saw the frame of his Post Office. "Is that the preview?" Tyson looked confused, "Preview? Not sure what..." "Never mind." He glanced at the boxes. Tyson got the signature card, "Can you please sign, Joe? Also, uh, if you don't mind can I ask something?' Joe took the pen and absently said, "Sure" "I'm a bodybuilder...." "Really? I hadn't noticed." He took a beat, then looked up "Sorry, I go to sarcasm when I get nervous" Tyson frowned, "No problem. I just wondered what kind of supps these were?" "Supps? Oh, supplements. They're not steroids if that's what you're thinking" "No! Didn't mean it like that. I just....I'm always looking for new ways to...uh...." he began to feel odd as Joe finished signing. Joe gave him a quizzical look "Sorry. new ways to grow...ugh" "Are you ok?" "Yeah..I guess. Do you have some water, maybe?" "I do. Maybe you should come in and sit for a minute. Don't need you passing out in the front and trying to haul you inside" Joe said. Tyson smiled politely, "Thanks. Yeah....thanks." He started to walk inside then paused as a tremor passed through him. Joe closed the door and started to lead his guest to the right. "The kitchen's over ..." He heard a loud grunt behind him and a ping. He looked down and saw a button roll across the floor. Joe turned around. Tyson was trembling slightly and his clothes were straining. The top button had burst off of his shirt. Joe smiled, "I guess I do get a preview. And you will have found a way to grow" Tyson felt strange. At first it was an odd out of control sensation and his mouth went dry. Then a powerful pressure pushed through him. He heard Joe speak, but it was like he was a mile away. A euphoria passed through him and he felt a surge of power. His clothes were tightening. He grunted again. He couldn't help it. The pressure and fullness, like his whole body was having an erection. Every inch of his body from the soles of his feet to the tip of his scalp was sexually sensitive. He gasped for breath as another button blew off his shirt. He glanced down to see his chest swelling outwards with power and force. His already thick neck swelled out further into massive traps that rose like a mountain range from his back. The collar of his shirt slowly split to make room. His lats flared outward and he heard another rip. Cool air crossed his widening back which pushed his arms out to nearly a 45 degree angle. "Oh...fuck.....[gasp]....yeah" he grunted in ecstasy. The sleeves of his shirt split apart as biceps and triceps rounded out to monstrous proportions. The rest of the buttons on the shirt exploded in every direction. There was a loud metallic sound as the belt buckle twisted apart and the waist of his pants erupted. Thick cobbled abs swelled outwards and his ass thickened bursting the back of the pants. He adjusted his stance to accommodate the new weight and allow for his thickening legs to have room. His pants appeared painted on as he trembled again with a new surge of growth and the massive quads and hamstrings ruptured them. Thickening calves destroying the base. Joe was mesmerized as he witnessed the transformation of his mailman from average bodybuilder to 400 pound behemoth. Tyson was dumbfounded and was feeling every inch of his new body. "What the hell happened????" He saw a mirror and glanced, flexing. It felt amazing. A cool female voice said, "Thank you for your preview option. Tyson Lawlor payment for $2.5 million has been processed. Please select to proceed or return the product" Joe nodded appreciatively and turned to a computer that was hidden in a corner of the room. Tyson saw a before and after image of himself. No doubt life was going to be different and with $2.5 million in the bank, no need to drive a mail truck anymore. He heard a click and another voice, "Thank you for your purchase, Joe Greenbow. You're gonna love this" Joe gave a quick intake of breath, "Oh...fuck...yeah" Tyson smiled as Joe turned back to him. his shirt growing tighter by the second. "I....hope I get as big as .....ugh...you" Tyson nodded. Joe felt his dick grow stiff, "Too....bad you're not gay...." His lats widened out and there was a ripping sound. Joe gasped and tried to finish, "Because...ugh" The front of his shirt began to split to make way for his expanding chest. "You're hot....and...." Tyson smirked, 'Who says I'm not?" and his dick thickened and lengthened. They smiled at each other as more ripping sounds came from Joe's clothes.

“Yeah,” said Jon. “Like that’s gonna happen.” Then he let out a mighty roar and leaped into action.

His clothes were completely decimated, falling in tatters from his mammoth , impossibly muscled frame. And still he kept growing, his height increasing now as rapidly as his mass. Feeling himself expand into hugeness was intoxicating, the feelings of growth and increasing power, he never wanted them to end.

Hey everyone, on the old forums I had begun posting a series I had written with my writing partner Mr. X (another forum member who preferred to be left anonymous) about a mysterious and fantastic spice that had the power to dramatically grow a person's muscles as well as their endowment. We had written considerably more than what had originally been posted, but it wasn't in publishable shape and I had lost motivation to continue editing it after losing contact with Mr. X. I've recently been motivated to continue posting "new" additions to the story and so I'm creating this topic to serve as a place for me to post all of them. There's wayyyy too many chapters for me to attempt to post all of them here again one by one, so I'll link to the collection of them at Metabods here. I'll be posting new chapters both here and at Metabods in the future. I hope that people enjoy what's to come and that maybe a new set of eyes will discover this delightful modern fantasy!

Another Day... Jon sat up and scratched his head. Would this be the day, the final day? It had been weeks since they’d seen anyone official. The end couldn’t be far off. How had he gotten himself into this mess? When they had approached him right out of collage, he’d been looking for a way to fund his master’s degree. This had seemed ideal, a six-month contract and a high salary. The only drawback was that he was going to be working in an undisclosed location. He couldn’t tell anyone where he was going — no friends, no family, no one. Not that he had a family to tell. Oh yeah, he’d thought it was strange when they were happy to hear he didn’t have a family. But now he understood. There’d be no one to miss him — if he never came back.

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Can you guys believe I've only read now the finale? Happens that I needed my computer to read it, since I was converting all the measurements to the metric system (if anyone wants a copy of that, PM me --if dreadlifter allows me) It was such a great journey, personal and inspiring and hot... but I miss an Epilogue, a few glimpses of the character's future, how he lives the rest of his life, how is his new routine work with these giants, the pros and cons, and final thoughts on his relationship with them, the good and the bad. I think it is brilliant because MG stories is mostly about the main character having everything he desires, and here is the opposite, and yet the protagonist ended to embrace more deeper desires. And I thought this genre grew stale for the last years, good thing I was wrong.

Forgot to post this now that the story is over. Did a fanart.

I don't know if you heard of the artist Joey Johnson, he also goes by JJ3DArtist, but he has some renders of a hugely muscular older gentlemen character. The character is a good 8-10 ft tall and very much reminds me of Dr. Breneth. If you are curious check them out sometime!

This story is a sample of my work and is the most popular muscle growth story I ever posted over on my tumblr account. I still regularly post new content featuring various transformations over on Cavanaugh Stories if you're interested in reading more! Damn, I was supposed to take the cap off my boyfriend’s head twenty minutes ago! Look at him now, nobody will even recognize him anymore! I’ve been dating Blake since we were in high school and even though he was a sweet guy with a nice lean body I was beginning to get bored. I knew that my parents liked him though and I didn’t want to go through the hassle of ending the relationship and finding a new boyfriend so I decided to alter him a little bit to make him more interesting to me. I bought the cap at Morfoni’s Magic Box, a store that I’d never seen in our town before and haven’t seen since. Once I’d read the description of what it was capable of I felt compelled to buy it and have my boyfriend where it. The shopkeeper told me to be careful about how long I let the wearer keep it on but I lost track of time while I was catching up on shows and now he’s had it on for far too long! Blake had been teased for most of his life for being a relatively short guy, standing at five-foot-six but it had never bothered me, it just meant we were the same height and didn’t have any issues of having to crouch or stretch when we kissed. Now though he stood at a giant six-foot-five and absolutely towered over me, keeping the cap completely out of my reach. It’s not just his height that had changed either - Blake’s lean body had practically exploded with muscle and the guy who had never seen the inside of a gym before now had perfect six-pack abs, a defined v-line pointing towards his crotch and arms the size of footballs which he was more than happy to show off by flexing. The bulge in his pants definitely looked bigger too and my mouth was practically watering as I realized that he wasn’t even hard. I hadn’t even thought that the cap would make his manhood bigger and as he’d always been a little on the small side before I was delighted by the change. Even his face had changed much to my amazement with a wider jawline and fine stubble growing on what had once been a relatively hairless bottom half of his face. The subtle changes made him look even more handsome than ever and I suddenly felt weak on my knees knowing that this was what had become of my boyfriend. I didn’t even hate it - no, I loved it! “What’s up, babe?” he asked, his deep masculine voice sending shivers down my spine, “You wanna ride my cock now or what?” I’d never known Blake to be cocky in his life but now I found it more arousing than anything I’d ever seen before. I was quick to agree and even though I’d confronted him with the intention of taking the cap off of his head, I couldn’t help but wonder just how far the transformation would go if I left it on him for a little bit longer…

“Across the catwalk and thrugh the emergency hatch,” said Jon. “But the hatch is locked,” said Peter. “That won’t be a problem,” said Jon, tensing his beyond massive arms, “not any more.” And the two of them started on the road to freedom.

We they were finished, Peter rushed over to the console. “Just one more thing I’ve got to do,” he said. Come on,” said Jon, “We’ve gotta get outta here! They’ll be here any second. We’ve already taken too long.” “Any regrets?” said Peter. “Hell no!” said Jon. “But we still gotta go!” “I’m just setting the reactor to overload,” said Peter. “We’ve got about an hour before this place blows.” “An hour,” said Jon. “They’ll just shut it down.” “There’s no one here any more who knows how to do that,” said Peter. “ Now how do we get out of here?”

Jon turned around to get Peter, but he was already on his feet. “Ready to go?” said Jon. “Told you I’d protect you,” “I’ve only got one thing to say to that,” said Peter.

Then he saw the blood on his massive sculpted bicep and remembered these dude were playing for keeps. Well, so was he. With one minor flip of his arm, he slammed the hapless guard into the cement. And almost right through the floor. That was the end of that douche. You don’t fuck with Jon! Hell no! And he’d do the same to the next death squad that came for them. Doubtless one was on it’s way. There were cameras all over.

It hurt like a bee sting. Painful, but no big deal. Fuck yeah! He was a monster! With one hand, he grabbed the solder and lifted him right off the ground and with the other he ripped the assault rifle right out of his hand. He was loving this. That dude was terrified and completely at he mercy. He could do anything he wanted to him and there was nothing the grunt could do about it. What an incredible feeling! No wonder his cock wouldn’t go down!

His attack caught them by surprise and with one blow from his massive fist, he knocked the first soldier flying into the wall —-and almost through it! That dude was down! But he wasn’t so lucky with the second grunt. He got off a shot.

“Stay where you are,” said one of the grunts. “Don’t move a muscle.” John appreciated the soldiers choice of words, but that wasn’t going to save him.

“You can’t fight off the whole base,” said Peter. “Why not?” said Jon. “There aren’t that many of them left now. Let’s go! Come on, I’ll carry you.” “Carry me?” That was all Peter got out before Jon scooped him up under one arm. John couldn’t believe how light he was, no heavier than the tablet he used to carry all the time. And Peter was obviously loving this. He had this happy expression on his face, and Jon had to smile when Peter’s hand reached up and squeezed his huge iron-hard pec. They were going to have some fun later. But first, they needed to get out of here. Too late, Jon saw the soldier standing there watching them. He shouted out and almost instantly, another one came rushing it. He stopped and stared in amazement at Jon, but only for a second. He raised his assault rife and aimed it directly at Jon. Jon could see where this was going and carefully placed Peter on the floor.

But he only had a moment before the noise brought someone in. Thank God it had only been Peter. Jon laughed at how small he looked now, like a little kid. Peter stopped short and stared out at the sight of his coworker. For a second, Jon thought he might turn and run. But something kept Peter from running. Jon guessed it was the sight of all that hard, sculpted muscle. He could see the fear and lust fighting for control in his friend’s face . Guess The Tube worked after all,” grinned Jon. “What have you done?” gasped Peter. “The only thing there was to do,” said Jon. “You know what they’re going to do to us.” “What good is this going to do?” asked Peter. “I’ll be a lot harder to kill now,” Jon growled. “That’s fine for you,” said Peter. “What about me? “Don’t worry. They’ll have to get through me to get to you,” said Jon. “And they ain’t getting through me!” “I can’t help but notice your weapon is locked at loaded,” said Peter, nodding at his giant cock. Jon snorted. “It won’t go down,” he said, “but I’m not sure I want it to. It feels amazing. I feel amazing all over, like I could do anything!”

First order of business: get out of this fucking tin can! One blow from his sledge-hammer-fist took care of that easily enough. The door went flying across the room, hit the wall and landed with a clatter. Slowly he stepped out of the tube.

Except, far too soon, it did. But FUCK YEAH! He was massive, a true muscle giant. He was at least eight feet tall and had more muscle on him than he’d ever dreamed possible. He felt strong as fuck, a truly unstoppable force.

And he kept getting bigger and stronger and bigger and stronger and bigger and stronger!

He could feel how powerful his expanding body was becoming. It was so incredibly hot, his cock was expanding too ,getting bigger and longer and thicker and harder and RIIIP!

He could hardly process the impossible sensation of his entire body exploding with huge granite like masses, stretching his clothing to the max and then erupting out.

His thin, featureless arms were almost instantly transformed into massive, peaked cannons, ripping out of his sleeves and reducing them to ribbons of tattered cloth, draped over the majesty of his newly massive , steel-like, powerful biceps. The feeling was not to be believed!

And then the first surge hit

He could feel his shoulders growing into big rocks straining the fabric of his coat and then starting to tear themselves free. Across his body, he could feel his muscles evolving into something new, something hard and huge and powerful.

His chest was swelling outward, pulling the front of his lab coat apart and forcing it’s way into the open. All over, his clothes were getting tighter.

As the door closed it occurred to him that there really had never been a successful test. If this didn’t work, he could very well end up dead. Oh my God! What had he done? Was he crazy? And then the blast hit him. Oh fuck! It was like being electrocuted! Waves a searing energy coursed through him. All he could feel was intense, thrumming energy. Was this it? Was he gong to die? But no, there was something else. He was starting to change. He felt himself getting thicker, all over thicker. In his arms, his legs, his chest, everywhere, all over he was getting bigger.

But he’d overheard a couple of the grunts talking, and then he knew. This had been a black op and it had failed. They wanted no witnesses. They could come for them at any time. He and Peter were fucked. There was only one thing to do. He’d thought about it and thought about it , but in the end this was their only hope. Being the saboteur, he knew exactly how to make this thing work the way it was supposed to. He made the repairs and the next time Peter left the room, he entered the tube.

He’d been bullied enough by these grunts with guns. The thought of making one of them into a super being was horrifying. But that was okay. He knew exactly what to do to each test so that the process never worked. And they never caught on to what he was doing. Jon often thought about that. They had some impressive minds working on this project. How was it that none of them ever figured out he’d been sabotaging the tests? He finally came to the conclusion that they had caught on, but had also been so horrified by the work they were doing that they never said anything. That was the only logical answer. What ever the reason, it seemed to have worked. The tests had stopped. Most of the personnel had left and the deserted base was practically deserted once more. It took him a while to figure out why he and Peter were still there.

Peter, at least, had been understanding. It didn’t take Jon long to realize that his fellow technician swung the same way. Unfortunately, Peter only liked big , powerful men, and Jon, while not exactly small, was nowhere near the size that made Peter’s engine rev. Peter, not sharing Jon’s qualms about professionalism, had once made a pass at one of the larger GI’s . And got a rifle butt in the face for his trouble. That was the last time he tired anything like that. It had taken weeks for that bruise to go away. But it didn’t make much difference. Around there, weeks just melded into months. Oh, they used to be busy enough, constantly running tests on the equipment. They never told Jon what they were doing, but it hadn’t been hard to guess. They were trying to create the super soldier. That’s what the tube was for. But it hadn’t worked. Jon had seen to that.

Of course some of that might have been because of his orientation. Not that he’d ever made a pass at any of them, or anything like that. That would have been unprofessional. The only way they knew was because of Peter, the other technician. Peter was hot. And because his bed had been placed in the old officer’s gym — which apparently he had been using— he had just been getting steadily hotter. And thanks to the morning shower, which way Jon swung wasn’t hard to guess.

The only time he got out of that dank pit was every morning when they took him up in the elevator for his morning shower. He could definitely, and without question, say it was the highlight of his day. Of course it would have been better without the armed escort. He didn’t understand why everyone went around like they expected to be invaded at any moment. He didn’t know; maybe they did. He used to find all the guns unnerving, but eventually he had just gotten used to them. The guns would have been a lot easier to take if the guys wielding them had been a little friendlier. As it was, they treated him more like a prisoner instead of a technician, never talking to him and occasionally shoving him with their rifle butts when they wanted him to move faster.

He stood up, stretched and looked over at The Tube. It was bad enough he had to work on it all day. Did they really have to make him sleep with it too? Peter didn’t have to sleep with it. Why did he? There didn’t seem to be too many people left on this base. Couldn’t they have found him some place else? He couldn’t count the number of times he’d complained about it. Never did any good, though. He was stuck down here day and night. The only way out of this underground pit was an old rusty elevator or a locked emergency hatch on the other side of a catwalk. Why would anyone lock an emergency hatch? What was the point? It kind of defeated the entire purpose of having an emergency hatch, didn’t it. John liked to pretend he didn’t know why they locked it, but deep down inside he did. They locked it to keep him in. And he realized they were smart to do it, because he would have used it and left a long time ago if they hadn’t.

ALPHA - Part 1 I was ushered into the large warehouse by two hulking, young Marines outside of Camp Courtney in Uruma, Okinawa, Japan, after the long flight from Washington, D.C. The President had sent me to check up on a classified super-soldier program that hundreds of millions of dollars had been poured into for twenty years. The Sergeant Major greeted me tersely as I entered a room with a twenty-feet tall window and sectioned steel curtain behind it, obscuring the room beyond. “Welcome, Sir. I think you, and the Commander-In-Chief, will be pleasantly surprised, and pleased, with what we have accomplished here!” he began. “We have finally had success in a massive way. We began with the present subject, a delinquent local boy, and have been molding him for five years by injecting him with hormones and other enhancing compounds. In addition, he has been psychologically indoctrinated through visual and physical stimuli to elicit the responses required to subvert any foe, both physically and emotionally. One effect of the injections was unexpected, so don’t be surprised when we allow you to view him and his capabilities. Not only was his strength and endurance enhanced, but his physical stature, as well. Ummm . . . “ the Sgt. Major cleared his throat, “due to a few unfortunate mishaps, we presently keep him restrained, but, for the most part, he obeys commands.” I began to interrupt to have him define “unfortunate mishaps”, but he quickly continued his monologue. “We found from past experience that tying sexual gratification to a subject’s desired actions greatly increases the outcome we expect. This subject responded so well that we believe he was already internally ‘wired’ to be an Alpha (which is what we now call him) and the enhancements and conditioning we provided him really just accelerated him to becoming what he was truly born to be, a . . . well . . . you can see for yourself during demonstration.” With that, the Sgt. Major motioned to some men in white lab-coats clustered around a console towards the back of the room we were standing in and the steel curtain parted in the center and began to separate, each side sliding towards the wall pockets. As the curtain slid open and the lights in the next room were turned on, what I saw caused me to stumble back towards the console to steady myself. Chained to a massive chair was an absolute mountain of muscle! The totally nude and completely hairless creature had to be, when standing, at least twenty feet tall and every inch bulging with rippling muscle. The most perfect specimen of manhood in history stared through the bulletproof glass that separated us. His full lips parted in an evil grin, exposing inhumanly pointed and sharp, white teeth, as his eyes seemed to lock with mine. A long, thick tongue appeared and licked those pouted lips as he flexed hard within the solid chains holding him. Muscles already seeming to be fully flexed and rock-hard ballooned and rippled beneath the dark, thin skin that covered them. Hose-thick veins pulsed to life and the links of the chain that constrained him seemed to warp under the light flexion of such an absolutely perfect specimen of masculinity. My eyes travelled down from the stunning, young Asian face, roaming the vast, powerful surface of his arms, torso and abs. Then I saw the thick, flaccid cock set upon two huge balls, hanging between the beast’s massive legs, pre-cum roping into a large bucket beneath. “Holy FUCK!” I almost shrieked as my knees went weak, my breathing became ragged and my cock jumped to life. A dark, wet spot immediately formed at my crotch as piss escaped my swelling manhood. The Sgt. Major looked at me, eyed my crotch, grinned and stated, matter-of-factly (and knowingly), “The EXACT response we designed it for.” Turning to the lab-coats, he ordered, “Introduce to of the rats.” A door opened on the far side of the room containing Alpha. Two massive men entered the room carrying machine guns. The two men looked around and quickly focused on the boy in the middle of the room. One dropped his gun and turned to the closed door, but it was now locked. The other man fell to his knees as Alpha’s grin faded and his head pivoted on his impossibly thick and powerful neck . . . the grin turned to a sneer as the Sgt. Major took a microphone, eyes sparkling, and simple said, “Alpha . . . have fun.” The giant grinned and I couldn’t help but notice the massive, pre-cum leaking cock begin to jerk, pulse and rise as the beast flexed hard. I could see the chain’s thick links deforming as his thick, rolling muscles solidified further, growing and expanding until they stretched . . . one by one, they ruptured like nothing more that links made of plastic. Several link halves flew towards the bullet-proof glass and embedded into the (what was supposed to be) impenetrable material. The beast stood, his now rigid cock pointing towards the ceiling and flowing with copious amounts of pre-cum. He raised his arms and flexed hard, biceps and triceps exploding into mountainous masses of powerful muscle and, for the first time, I heard him speak as he stepped towards the two men trapped in the room with him: “Like what you see, you pathetic little excuses for men?” Lowering one arm and beginning to stroke his vein-encased cock, he mocked, “I am a real man . . . you are merely fragile little playthings only living for my pleasure!” With that, he grabbed the man who had tried to escape, palming his head like a basketball, with his huge hand and lifted him, kicking and screaming, from the floor. He lowered his other arm and wrapped that massive fist around the waist of the other blubbering man’s waist and effortlessly lifted him. He walked over to the window separating us and placed the guy palmed in one fist against the window as he positioned his erect and throbbing almost man-sized cock over the squirming man and pressed his cock against him, trapping him between his throbbing fuck trunk and the glass. Pre-cum flowed down, coating the glass and man, the trapped little man’s struggling only seeming to make his godly captor increasingly horny. Alpha then placed his other toy against one boulderous pectoral and leaned into the glass, trapping that unfortunate man between the glass and the unfathomably powerful and solid chest brawn of such a colossal muscle deity. Alpha placed both of his palms against the glass separating him from us five men in the control room and began to grind his hips. The man between his cock and the glass slowly and methodically began to be compressed and crushed with each slow and deliberate thrust of the godly man humping the glass with him between. As I looked up at the glass, all my field of vision could take in was muscle and power pressing against and gyrating towards the seemingly small room that we occupied. I looked up and over the pectorals pressed against the glass towards the top of the room to see Alpha looking directly at me and grinning. I saw his mouth slowly form the words, “I - WANT - MORE - LITTLE - MAN” With that, Alpha’s palms formed fists and he pressed hard against the bullet-proof barrier between us. Both of his toys thrashed about until he flexed both his cock and his pecs at the same time. There was a deafening sound of tortured glass as both of the muscular little bodies trapped between the glass and the giant, omnipotent muscle creature exploded in great, dripping masses of smashed flesh and blood, coating his rippling flesh and flowing down the pane. Alpha groaned and leaned his head back, thrust his hips, and his god-cock exploded with gallons of cum, the pressure of the first volley compromising the protective glass and coating the five of us with his steaming nectar mixed with the remains of his fuck toy. He looked down at me, drew his hips back again, positioned his cock directly at the compromised area and thrust again. At the same time, he extended his long tongue between the glass and his rippling pectorals to lap the protein-rich remains of his pec-crushed victim into his mouth. Alpha’s cock crashed through the bullet-proof glass and hovered over us, bucking and spurting cum, covering us all. As he pulled his cock back out, the glass caught on his protruding corona and the protective glass simply shattered. Alarms sounded, lights started flashing and the Sgt. Major and three lab-coats tried to run for the exit door, slipping and sliding in Alpha’s cum on the floor. I just stood, transfixed, staring up at the most beautiful, gigantic human I’d ever seen, grinning down at me as he wiped bloody remains from his chest, lifted them to his lips and lapped them up. My cock was now rock-hard and pumping pre-cum into my slacks. Alpha looked at my crotch and grinned as he raised his herculean forearm and wiped some blood from his lips. He boomed to me, “YOU WILL HELP ME GROW, LITTLE MAN . . . UNDERSTAND?” as he reached in and grabbed the Sgt. Major, lifting the cursing, struggling man to his face. “YOU HAVE GIVEN MY MY LAST ORDER, YOU INCONSEQUENTIAL LITTLE BUG!” Alpha thundered at the sputtering little authority figure. “Fuck you, Alpha, you are nothing but a stupid, fucking juvenile delinquent that we used for our purposes. You will never . . . ” He stopped in mid-sentence as Alpha simply licked his lips and smirked. With the Sgt. Major’s lower body in his fist, he lowered his other hand and wrapped it around the pathetic little man’s torso. Looking me in the eye, he slowly twisted his wrists in opposite directions, the cracking, snapping and tearing sounds of wrenching the Sgt. Major in two resounding throughout the room as he pulled him apart, blood and gore dripping onto his, once again, rock-hard cock. Lifting one hand, he pushed the torso into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed as he lowered the other half to his cock and crushed it against the pulsing surface and began to stroke with the fresh, bloody lube. The three lab-coats had their backs pressed up against the door, watching, as Alpha effortlessly snuffed their boss and ate. I, not even realizing it, had stripped as the muscle-giant snuffed three powerful men out of existence by merely pleasuring himself. I stood stood stroking furiously before control, strength, and power personified. “YOU WILL HELP ME GROW TO MORE, LITTLE ADMIRER, OR . . . !” he rumbled as he continued to stroke the remains of the Sgt. Major up and down his hungry shaft and reached over me towards the three screaming lab-coats. ALPHA - Part 2 As I watched the massive arm reach over me for the three wailing lab-coats, I noticed a thick, white vapor begin to pour into the room from the vents Still, they continued to attempt to scoot away from certain death at the hands of the powerful boy. I looked around the room and into the huge chamber where Alpha had been restrained earlier and observed both rooms were being filled with something that couldn’t be good! Alpha frowned as he noticed, also, and glared down at me. “I have nothing to do with this, Alpha!” I squealed as I saw his chest expand. He inhaled a huge volume of air from above the toxic cloud that was forming and held it in his cavernous lungs. Before I knew what was happening, I saw his huge, rough hand divert from grabbing the three now gasping lab-coats as he reached for me. I felt the pressure as his long, thick fingers curled around my waist and he lifted me to his face. He grinned as he pursed his lips, brought my struggling body to his mouth and sucked my head in to the hot, moist cave. Those impossibly large, thick lips firmly held my arms to my sides and I awaited my inevitable, bloody and painful, albeit quick, demise in the grinding jaws of this gigantic, incredibly muscled boy. I screamed in shear terror until, apparently, I used up the small amount of oxygen held in his maw and I passed out. The next thing I remember was hearing, from a seemingly great distance, “Doc . . . wake up! Doc! Doc! Are you okay?” The voices seemed to get closer as I opened my eyes and I slowly focused on two medics hovering over me. “We saw your legs protruding from the giant’s mouth and pulled you out. Being in there must have saved you from the poison gas that was released to contain or kill him!” I turned my head and saw that there were three covered bodies by the wall where the lab-coats had been huddled together the last time I saw them. I then slowly turned to look towards the other side of the control room . . . to where the separation glass had been. I was startled as my field of vision was filled with the head of the giant Japanese boy. The substantial lips that had sucked me in to his monstrous mouth were just feet from my saliva-soaked head and torso. “SHIT!” I screamed as I quickly scooted back instinctively and realized I was now wrapped in a large sheet. As I backed away, I took in, from my close vantage point, the incredible size and bulk of this immense and powerful specimen. I couldn’t believe that the experiments with my formulas for creating impervious super-soldiers had caused this side effect of physical augmentation . . . and to such an exaggerated degree. I whispered, “Holy, FUCK!” as my eyes roamed the vast expanse of thick, corded muscle protruding from every part of the colossal boy’s body. I stood, but immediately slipped on the slick, semen coated floor. The medics steadied me as I cautiously moved around the tremendous creature before me. Its eyes were closed and the great pectorals were still . . . no indication that the giant boy was breathing and still alive. "What a waste." I mused silently, still sexually charged by all that I had witnessed. Two MP’s entered the room and escorted me to an adjacent control room where there was a visibly upset military commander. He had taken control after quickly reviewing video recordings affirming the grisly death of the previous commander at the hands of this apparently violent and uncontrollably lethal giant boy soldier. “What the HELL happened here?!?!” the man bellowed as he turned, looked me in the eye, the veins on his thick neck pulsing with fury. “I - I - I don’t know, Sir.” I haltingly responded, “I would have to review how the subject was indoctrinated and how his psyche was molded for control and survival. All I can say is, its responses had to be consistent with how it was molded and shaped to respond to certain stimuli, so the error had to be in programming.” The commander turned and began to replay the recording of the deadly incident. “Come and look at this disaster!” he commanded. I walked over and watched as the incredibly thick muscles of Alpha’s chest, arms and legs solidified and effortlessly broke free of his restraints. As he stood to his full twenty feet height, he looked towards the control room and grinned, licking the full lips that would later envelope my comparatively small body. He flexed his obscenely huge musculature as his elephantine, already pre-cum issuing cock pulsed to life with obvious desire and anticipation. I lowered my arms and turned away as I felt my cock thickening and pulsing to life as my mind began to replay what followed: The toying with and snuffing of three full-grown, strapping men as if they were nothing but sexual playthings to this domineering creature! I was relieved, and fortunate, that the decimated control room was not being recorded. I'm not sure how the Marines would have responded to my reactions to the seductive and tantalizing actions of the monstrous muscle-boy, had I been recorded. The four MP’s entered the destroyed control room with video apparatus attached to their helmets. Broadcast onto a large screen, split into four views on the wall, we could see what was before them. The magnificent creature’s head and part of his massive torso was still occupying a good part of the space of the control room. The rest of Alpha’s herculean body was sprawled out into the containment room, his long, thick, blood and gore coated cock draped over his bulging quadriceps. Even flaccid, pre-cum still roped and puddled on the floor by his hamstrings. A plan had to be made as to how to move the tonnage of this behemothic body to another location for some kind of study and, then, disposal. As my eyes were drawn back to the at least yard-long, flaccid penis, I thought I saw the hose-thick veins mapping the thick organ pulsing. I looked again and definitely saw blood pulsing through the impossibly large appendage. My eyes focused on another view on the screen where I saw that another MP was examining Alpha’s sprawling palm, blood still dripping from the fingers. My eyes moved to another feed where an MP’s camera was focused on Alpha’s face, lips still glossed by some of the remains of the previous commander. Another feed was focused on the mountainous chest. As I looked, I saw where an MP had scaled Alpha’s body and was standing on his torso, just below the cliffs of the mighty pectorals. Suddenly, I noticed, the pectorals move down as the MP watched in confusion and stumbled forward. “COMMANDER! FUCK!” I yelled, “He’s been holding his breath this whole time . . . he’s still alive! Get your men out of there . . . NOW!” The commander looked at me, confused at my audacity to order him. I looked at the screen and focused on Alpha’s face, once again. The slanted eyes slowly opened as the black irises focused with quick expansion and dilation and an evil grin formed. His tongue appeared between his lips and licked them clean of the remaining blood that was still coating them. I looked back to the screen exhibiting the cock as it pulsed and rose from the thigh, foreskin peeling back over the bulbous, mushroom head and slowly sliding through the pre-cum coating as it rose and slid up towards the massive bricks of thickly muscled abdominals. The MP’s noticed life in the creature, as well, and three quickly began to back towards the exit as they focused their automatic rifles on Alpha. Audio of their terrified chatter was piped into the control room where we stood. “Orders, Sir! Should we fire?” the team leader barked to the commander. Three views showed the MP on Alpha’s chest fall forward into the crevice between the pectorals towering over him. His screen was simultaneously filled with the view of smooth, dark flesh rippling with thick muscle fibers dancing beneath seemingly paper-thin skin. Alpha grinned, exhibiting his large, sharp teeth. Flexing his abs and placing his palms on the floor, he raised and pushed his muscle encased torso up. His triceps, biceps and forearms exploding with size and power as they easily lifting his immense weight. At the same time, his pectorals tensed, trapping the unfortunate MP between the two massive granite-hard orbs of muscular perfection. The other three MP’s cameras were still focused on him and showed him stand to full height back in the containment room. He walked over to the thick, still intact floor-to-ceiling glass in the adjacent room where the commander, the two MP’s that brought me there and I stood gaping up in awe and fear. “SIR! Orders, Sir!” crackled over the speakers from the MP’s, once again. The commander stood slack-jawed as he beheld the untamed, superhuman muscle-boy the military had created with my serums. The boy stepped forward, his pre-cum flowing sex tool coating the pane and sliding up between his rippling abdominals and the glass. His exercise ball-sized testicles hung pendulously beneath, visibly churning. Further up, we saw the MP, his head and shoulders trapped between the giant’s pectorals. We saw the trapped man’s fists punching at unfeeling flesh and his legs kicking and flailing about uselessly. Then Alpha spoke, his thunderous voice picked up by the microphone of the pec-trapped MP as the pane vibrated and the room rumbled: “You took me off of the street not knowing my desire to be more. Your indoctrination was unnecessary . . . I was born to conquer and rule those on the streets. Your serums, chemicals and psychological implantations have just excelled me physically and emotionally into an inhuman, brutish GOD among you puny, pathetic little creatures. You have instilled in me that not just any enemies you may have, but you, as well, are only good for my amusement and gratification.” With that, it moaned, licked its lips, reached down and wrapped a massive hand around it’s throbbing cock. Its huge, rounded, split biceps and its massive, horseshoe shaped triceps pressed forward by the hanger-wide latissimus dorsi fighting them for room. Ropes of veins mapped and pulsed over the perfect, dark and hairless flesh. It began to slowly stroke. It looked me in the eye, once again, and spoke, “I - WANT - MORE, UNDERSTAND, LITTLE MAN?” as it slowly flexed its pectorals. The MP trapped there thrashed about furiously. As those godly pecs reached full, hard flexion, there was an explosion of red emanating from where the MP’s living, struggling body once was and splattering against the pane. He was simply squashed like a bug between the powerful mounds of muscle. Blood and tissue ran down the glass and onto the throbbing cock as Alpha used his tool to scoop the remains from the window for added, warm lube. The lower part of the MP separated as Alpha alternately flexed his pecs and the MP's legs and waist fell to the base of his bucking cock. The boy-beast wrapped his fist around the remains and crushed them against his sex-trunk, purring at the added stimulation. He flexed his mountainous pectorals hard, again, and extended his tongue, lapping the snuffed MP's blood and gore that squished out from the shelves created by the top of his pecs. He grinned a bloody grin as he stroked and looked through the pane at the four of us. He saw large patches of liquid staining all of our tented crotches. “You are all frail and powerless to stop me from doing as I please . . . and you are too pitifully weak to resist your base urges when in the presence of a true Alpha-God.” Alpha lifted the crushed remains of the muscle-snuffed MP’s leg to his lips and slurped it in, chewing and swallowing as he continued to stroke. Looking the commander in the eye, he boomed, “You feeble little excuse for a man, tell me what I am to you! I see your sexual attraction to what I am. You are small, you are weak. Admit it, little slave. After witnessing what I am, you serve me, now. Tell me, boy! Fall on your KNEES in my presence, you inconsequential little bug, and worship the superior being that I am!” “NO! I - I will DESTROY you!” the commander stammered, still trying to maintain a control he would never again have. Alpha frowned, placed his fists on his hips and flexed. Every muscle inflated with unimaginable size and solidity. “WORSHIP WHAT I AM, WORM!” he bellowed to the commander, the protective pane vibrated and small fissures appeared with just the power of his voice. I saw the commander grab his crotch and fall to his knees. At the same time he grabbed his chest, “Oh, my GOD!” escaped his lips as he fell forward on his face, dead, his heart unable to withstand the sights and sounds of power personified, but his cock still rocketing volleys of cum into his slacks in his final death throes. Alpha smirked, “What fragile, feeble little fucks you are!” It was then that I heard the sound of rapid-fire weapons from within the giant’s chamber. He grinned, rolled his head from side to side and turned to face his attackers as the messaging bullets bounced harmlessly off his diamond hard musculature and impenetrable skin. ALPHA - Part 3 As the giant muscle-boy turned, my mouth dropped and my cock throbbed achingly beholding just how impossibly thick and corded his towering body actually was! Mounds of powerful, rippling masses ballooned and rippled from his thick, burly neck to his weightily muscled ankles as he moved. He lifted one oaken leg and his vast sole came down squarely upon one of the firing MP’s. The unfortunate man was instantly squashed out of existence like the bug he was to this diabolical teen behemoth, his remains splattering out in all directions from beneath Alpha’s gigantic foot. The other two MP’s, witnessing the dispatching of their comrade without so much as a warning or, really, any thought at all from Alpha, dropped their weapons and turned to run. Unfortunately for them, not only was Alpha massively muscular, he was also lightening fast. Before the men could take a step, they found themselves firmly in Alpha’s grasp and lifted from the floor. Their struggling, screaming and begging for mercy seemed only to excite Alpha, judging from the rapid twitching of his inhuman cock. Pre-cum was streaming from its throbbing crown, and the smirk that appeared on his handsome, Asian face as he turned to face me in the control room made my blood run cold. He lifted one MP to his mouth and, much like he had done to me earlier, inserted his head, shoulders and torso and close his lips around the man’s waist. I saw the sinister grin before I saw those monstrous jaw muscles flex and heard, even through the glass, the snapping and crunching of bone over a shrill and muffled, albeit short, scream. Alpha simply bit the man in half, chewed the torso like a snack and swallowed as he tossed the twitching legs to the floor. The other MP was crying and vomiting as Alpha raised his forearm and wiped the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and focused on him. “Oh, GOD! Please! NOOOO!” “INSECT!” Alpha boomed, “If you do as I say, I may spare you. Understand?” The MP nodded his head vigorously in Alpha’s grasp. He set him on the floor at his feet (beside what remained of his comrade). Alpha began stroking his man-sized sex tool slowly as he looked at the man and said, simply, “Strip, bug.” There was no argument from the MP who disrobed as quickly as he possibly could and stood before the teen muscle-beast glaring down at him. Alpha placed his hands on his hips and flexed, spreading his extensive lats like massive wings beneath his bulging arms. He flexed his beastly cock and pre-cum poured from the slit and roped down onto the little man. He fell to his knees and his cock shot to attention as the hot fluid coated him. Alpha grinned. “Drink a handful of my nectar, bug.” he spoke with authority. The MP did more! He looked up, opened his mouth and let the pre flow directly into his mouth, gulping down as much as he could. “You want this God’s cock, don’t you, you pathetic little worm?” Alpha smiled. The MP nodded again as he continued to slurp the beast’s nectar flowing down over him. “So be it!” thundered Alpha. Before the MP had time to realize what was happening, Alpha had snatched him from the floor, grabbed a leg in each hand, lowered the poor man to his cock-head and pulled down as he thrust his cock up. The entry of the head, as round as the man’s chest, split him in half at the hips and I could see the beast’s throbbing crown travel into the torso, displacing and crushing every organ and bone before exploding through the corpse’s neck, its head limply lolling to one side, staring blankly into space, as blood flowed over Alpha’s cock. I was repulsed, yet completely in awe of the power and, somehow, drawn to the ruthlessness of this boy-God. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the god-cock cloaked in a fresh, warm human condom. Alpha looked me in the eye, lowered a hand and resumed slowly stroking, bits and pieces of the human plaything coating his pole ripping and tearing apart and falling to his feet in a bloody heap. His muscles bulged and sparkled as he stroked. He stepped towards the glass. “Come, taste of what I am, Little One . . . You will help make me MORE! You want to worship what you know I will become. I am your GOD, Bug . . . you are MINE!” he simmered. My cock erupted into orgasm as I fell to the floor unconscious. I awoke, once again, with medics hovering over me asking if I was okay. I bolted upright. “Where is Alpha?” I screamed. One of the medics quickly gave me a shot and sat me down. “Calm down, Sir. He is under control, see?” He motioned towards the containment room and, through the blood and gore smeared glass, I saw Alpha, glistening with sweat and blood, seated in the massive chair I had originally seen him in. He was restrained with massive chains around his arms, legs, chest and neck. His cock was slung into a fifty-five gallon drum, like before. “How?” I asked incredulously. “He was sitting there when we arrived, Sir. This kind of thing has happened before. He always stops, sits there and waits to be restrained, again.” the medic stated matter-of-factly. “Normally there are no survivors, Sir . . . you are the first.” I saw the coroners cleaning up what was left of victims as some enlisted men cleaned up the warehouse and control rooms. The medics gave me a robe and I walked out into the containment area, cautiously approaching Alpha. He looked at me and his muscles tensed and bulged attempting a salute. “SIR!” he thundered “Relax, Alpha . . . do you remember me?” I asked, his eyes looking, somehow, different, softer, than with my previous encounters. “Sir! No, Sir!” he responded in his booming voice. “And you must be mistaken, Sir! My name is Takeo, Sir!” “Okay,” I responded pensively, “Do you know why you are chained . . . and why you are four times larger than any other man here?” “Yes, Sir! I was living on the streets and agreed to be trained as a super-soldier, Sir. They told me I would become bigger, stronger, smarter, Sir.” he stated. “Takeo, lift your arm.” I ordered. “Sir! I am chained to the chair, Sir.” he responded. “Takeo, I ORDER you to stand at attention, Marine!” I bellowed. Before the words had left my mouth, his dense musculature erupted into even larger, inundating masses of power and the large chain links deformed and broke from his wrists, arms, legs and chest. His neck swelled with sinew until that chain, also, snapped and he stood to attention, in all his nude glory, that trunk of a cock swaying down by his knees, and saluted. Everyone in the building gasped and scattered, running for the exits. I stood in front of this goliath, my head at the level of his flaccid, pre-cum flowing cock-head. I knew this giant wasn’t the same demon that I’d encountered earlier. “I’m sorry, Sir!” he apologized. “I did not know that I could break those restraints.” “It’s okay, Takeo.” I mused. I needed to find all the records relating to this experiment. It appeared that the psychological indoctrination may have brought forth an alternate personality within the giant my serum had created. With the main programmer now dead, there was noone to ask. Takeo looked down at me, “Sir?” “Yes, Takeo?” As I looked up into his eyes, they seemed to flicker and become dark before I heard him growl, “I - WANT - MORE!” I stumbled back, still looking up into his eyes, and they seemed to soften. “Sir? Are you okay?” he asked as he kneeled down on one knee, his pre-cum slick cock, its base nestled atop his massive, churning testicles, sliding on the floor towards me. I reached out to touch that appendage that, not too long before, I had watched fuck the life out of a full grown man with one thrust. I looked up and drew my hand back quickly. “Yes, Takeo, I’m fine. We’ll talk later. Please sit back down and let them restrain you.” I turned and ran out of the building yelling to the handlers to double the restraints. I had to find out what was happening to this powerful, hulking teen! I had seen what he could do . . . and I knew what he could become. ALPHA - Part 4 I ran to the science building going immediately to the records having anything to do with the Super Soldier project. I was looking for anything that would indicate someone had noticed a personality change in Takeo, more specifically, any indication of a dual personality within the subject. As I poured through the mountains of files and the notes they contained, one caught my eye from approximately one year earlier. The file was definitely designed to catch someone’s attention. It was marked “TOP SECRET: PROJECT ALPHA” with an ominous subtitle: “Observation of First Negative Effects of Chemically Induced Super-Soldier Conditioning”. As I opened the file, I found that there was only one page with a few notes about Takeo’s size increase to twenty feet after his last injection, along with documenting astounding simultaneous increases in both muscle size and strength. There was, apparently, no increase in body fat nor loss of vascularity with the incredible growth recorded. A temporary change in Takeo’s attitude and demeanor that appeared to be temporary was also noted. At the end of the notes, highlighted and underlined, was a strong suggestion to suspend the further injections of my serum and to use restraints on the subject for the remainder of the project testing. The last sentence was direction to view video contained on a flash drive in the file’s side folder pocket that would make the reason for such recommendations clear. I notified the security detail, closed and locked the door to the file room, shut the blinds and disabled the surveillance of the room’s interior, as was protocol for viewing top secret video files related to Project Alpha. So that no one that might be trying to listen through the door could hear anything from the video recording, I inserted headphones into my ears, opened the file and began to watch. In the beginning of the video, the only thing I found remarkable was that Takeo was not restrained at all. He appeared to be living in the same thirty feet tall containment building where he was presently held. The twenty feet tall observation windows connected to the observation rooms were all the same as what I had experienced when I first arrived at the base. It appeared that clothing had ceased being issued to Takeo after he reached fifteen feet in height, so he roamed his “home” freely without any covering at all. HIs appearance still took my breath away. The thick, bulging and vein-mapped muscles covering every inch of his body rippled beneath his skin, not just with every movement he made, but every breath that he took. His prodigious manhood hung nearly to his knees over a nutsack that contained his two huge balls. He appeared to be leaking pre-cum continually. As I watched, one of the doors entering from one of the observation areas opened and a Marine came in bringing food for Takeo. He was a massive soldier of about six feet, five inches tall with thick powerful muscle stretching the clothing he was wearing: only shorts and a tank top. He pushed a large wheelbarrow overflowing with, what appeared to be, raw sides of beef. “Hey, Chuck!” Takeo’s powerful voice boomed as he grinned. “‘Sup, Take?” Chuck responded with a shortened nickname, apparently, “How’s our human Godzilla doing today, man?” he joked. “Only thing up is me, as always, little man!” Takeo jested as he reached down and lifted the barrel of his pre-cum leaking cock for emphasis. Chuck grinned, “Shit, Take . . . I’m just glad you’re on OUR side, kid! And stop playing with your weapon, man!” Obviously these two were friends. Chuck turned and started walking back to the door he had entered through, “Enjoy your snack, Godzilla. I think they have you scheduled for a drill this afternoon. Have fun!” Immediately, I saw a change in Takeo, his muscles tensed and bulged to rock-hard masses of power. His face, which had been friendly and jovial, hardened and his grin faded to a sneer as his eyes darkened. His enormous bulk was blocking Chuck’s exit faster than the recording equipment could catch the giant moving. Alpha stood, smirking down at Chuck who slowly began to back away into the center of the vast room. “Take? Everything okay, bud?” Chuck asked, the tension clear in his voice. Alpha raised his arms and flexed hard, muscle erupting obscenely in colossal waves all over his awe-inspiring body. He lowered one arm, place his huge palm beneath his leaking cock head until it filled with the hot, slimy fluid. He coated the head and shaft and slowly stroked as he squeezed more pre-cum from the long slit at its tip. Chuck stumbled back, but you could clearly see his shorts begin to tent as he looked up at his giant, beastly friend. “Fuck, Take! What’re you doing man?” he quivered. Alpha’s voice boomed, “You like what you see, don’t you Chucky! I can smell it emanating from your pathetic little body. . . I can see it in your throbbing dick. Come on, Chucky! You know you’ve always want to feel the power in this body. Now’s your chance. Touch me, Chucky.” Chuck was visibly conflicted, not just by being in the presence of this giant, powerfully muscular boy, but also, by the imposing creature speaking with such a self-assured, overbearing authority. “Take . . . no, man! Stop fucking around!” he spoke haltingly. Alpha grinned, almost tasting the awe, mixed with fear, rising in Chuck. His already heavy cock began to increase in length and girth, pulsing larger with every beat of Alpha’s massive heart. He continued to slowly stroke the beast. “Get out of those constricting clothes and get on your knees, Chucky. Let’s compare.” Alpha taunted. I watched as something within the heavily muscled and obviously powerful Chuck just seemed to snap. “Yes, SIR!” he gushed as he peeled all of the clothing from his huge body and fell to his knees before Alpha. Alpha walked over, holding his cock over Chuck and squeezed as pre-cum flowed all over what was, obviously, now nothing but his muscled little plaything. “Good boy! You are so pitifully weak and insignificant, Chucky, aren’t you?” he belittled as he reached towards him from above. “What the FUCK just happened?” I wondered as I backed up the video and replayed, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. It started again with Chuck’s last exchange, “ . . . think they have you scheduled for a drill this afternoon. Have fun!” I slowed the playback down and watched Takeo’s transformation frame by frame. The change was eye-popping. My cock began spurting pre-cum as the giant boy solidified into a ferocious mass of power. I backed the video up one more time and let it play. I stopped it at the change in Takeo. “What the hell?” I said out loud, but something gnawed at me. Something Chuck had said sounded familiar to what I’d heard before. Yes. Something the Sergeant Major had said to Takeo or Alpha before I witnessed the first discharge of Alpha’s savage aggression. Could it be? Had they been ignorant or stupid enough to implant a verbal trigger into Takeo’s psyche to initiate aggressive behavior . . . and foolish enough to make it such a commonly used phrase as “Have fun!”? I backed up the video one more time and watched. I paused it when it became clear that someone had, indeed, implanted that trigger phrase for the purpose of turning respectful and compliant Takeo into ferocious and unrestrained Alpha. Morbid curiosity, and lustful desire, caused me to click on play to witness what followed in that first appearance of Alpha and the “negative effects” of what my formula had created out of Takeo. ALPHA - Part 5 I clicked on the play button and witnessed Alpha’s huge hand descend and as he extended his index finger. He slid it over Chuck’s rigid cock (which immediately erupted in orgasm, his cum coating Alpha’s long, thick digit). Alpha grinned, slid his finger up Chuck’s torso, scooping the pre-cum flowing over Chuck’s body up to his mouth. Chuck wrapped his hands around the finger and began lapping Alpha’s pre-cum, mixed with his own cum, from the giant boy’s finger before he wrapped his lips around the tip of the finger, sucking and licking like a baby on a massive nipple. “Good boy!” Alpha boomed as he lowered to his knees, his pre-cum flowing cock settling on Chuck and knocking him to the floor. “This is what you really, want, isn’t it, Chucky? Be honest. It’s what you ALL want! You little bugs just want to be close to what I am, to feel a part of such gigantic, powerful perfection.” the creature toying with his prey taunted as he lowered his other hand and pressed the head of his cock down onto Chuck’s body sprawled out on the floor. In answer, Chuck wrapped his muscular arms around the pulsing, vein encased python, hugged and attached his mouth over the slit, drinking in of Alpha’s nectar as his hips thrust hungrily against his massive friend’s throbbing cock. “Holy FUCK!” I moaned. I couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze my throbbing, hard cock through my trousers as I witnessed, In mere seconds, how Chuck, a huge, powerful Marine, had been reduced to nothing but a little play-thing to Takeo . . . nothing but a worthless sex-toy to the powerful mountain of muscle that was obviously now Alpha. “That’s right, you inconsequential little worm, worship your God’s deadly cock like a good little devotee to real power!” Alpha grinned as he wrapped his massive mitt around Chuck and his huge cock and stood, squeezing. “You just exist to please me like I need to be pleased, don’t you Chucky, you worthless little worm!” Alpha boomed as he placed his other palm behind Chuck’s head and pressed him hard against his hungry cock-head. Alpha released his grip on his cock and Chuck’s body while smashing Chuck’s face against his pre-pouring piss slit with his other hand. Chuck’s hips continued gyrating in the air, his rigid cock dripping pre-cum mixed with cum as his distended, flattened face sucked hungrily on Alpha’s cock head, tongue fucking the slick slit, his body suspended before Alpha’s churning nut-sack. Watching the thick slabs of Alpha’s muscle bulge and ripple with each move he made was intoxicating. I fumbled and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and started stroking my steel-hard, pre-cum leaking cock as I beheld the massive and powerful Alpha begin to unleash his lust-fueled and bloodthirsty savagery for the first time. Chuck’s body, suspended from Alpha’s hold on his head pressed into that bulbous crown, hung from Alpha’s fist firmly pressed against that angry cock-head. He began to flail about in the air in front of Alpha’s massive, churning nuts, his cock jerking wildly and firing off volleys of cum. Alpha moaned and increased the pressure to his cock-head, compressing Chuck’s head against his throbbing, pre-pulsing crown. Chuck was just something to stimulate this god-like beast. I saw the muscle and sinew in Alpha’s arm solidify and bulge as his inhuman fist contracted. I heard the loud CRACK/POP as blood, bone and brain sprayed from between Alpha’s powerful fingers as he began fisting his cock-head and the pulsing crown of his cock with Chuck’s warm blood, mixed with brain and exploded skull. Chuck’s body went limp and jiggled in death throes as blood and brain ran down his body and dripped to the floor at Alpha’s feet from the giant’s hand stroking that magnificent shaft. Alpha grinned, let go of his bobbing, dripping dick and lifted Chuck’s body. He briefly examined his handiwork before ripping the corpse in half and devouring it like a famished animal, blood and gore dripping from his lips and running over his pumped body as he, once again, lowered his hand and slowly stroked his gore-covered cock.. Edging hard, I clicked pause. Where the hell was security? Why hadn’t guards poured into the room as soon as Chuck was compromised? I pushed play, once again, and watched as Alpha wiped the blood dripping from his chin on his forearm, smirked, and walked towards the hanger door. He dropped to one knee, thrust his massive hand beneath the door as his back and arm exploded in size and he stood, effortlessly lifting the twenty foot door open, curling it like a light dumbell. I saw jeeps lined up and men clamoring at his feet as he revealed himself to those big, strong marines outside the door, powerless against the massive creature calmly stroking his bloody, pre-cum pouring, man-sized cock before their unbelieving, gaping mouths. The base commander jumped from a jeep and approached Alpha. “Takeo! Stand down!” he ordered. “NOW!” he barked as he stood at Alpha’s feet, staring up as bloody pre-cum roped down at the commander’s feet. “You inconsequential little WORM!” Alpha boomed as he lowered to his knees, his thick calf and leg muscles ballooning and rippling. His knees touched down and cracked the pavement on either side of the commander. The commander began to protest at Alpha’s words, but froze as he saw the muscle-beast begin to kneel towards him. All he saw was a living mass of muscle lowering towards him. He raised his arms as Alpha’s nutsack containing two massive balls knocked him on his back and covered him. He struggled beneath the hot, churning orbs, the stench of musky sweat filling his mouth and nostrils as Chuck’s blood filled his mouth. The guards immediately began firing their weapons, the bullets seemingly bouncing from Alpha’s dense, thin skin. Alpha quickly leaned forward and grabbed one guard. He lifted the struggling man in his fist over the remaining guards and thundered, “Do you really want to piss off one that can so effortlessly do this to anyone of you?” He constricted his fingers around the doomed little guard, slowly for emphasis, enjoying the struggling, the individual snaps and cracks of each bone, until blood sprayed from the pitiful little creatures mouth and the body pulped in his mighty fist, dripping blood and gore onto the remaining guards. They immediately dropped their weapons as they stared at the giant creature on his knees, exhibiting his ability to crush them like insects. They beheld the hyper-muscled, godly creature on his knees before them raise the remains of their so easily dispatched comrade to his lips and lap at his remains. Their commander’s arms were flailing and clawing at the giant beast’s sack harboring two monstrous balls pinning him to the ground. They all pissed in their pants as their cocks began to inflate being in the presence of such powerful perfection. Alpha grinned a bloody grin as he finished snacking on the little soldier. He closed his eyes feeling the commander struggling beneath his nuts, stimulating him further, “Good little worm . . . massage my cum factory, you fucking bug!” he purred as he continued to slowly stroke his more than man-sized, gore-slick, pre-leaking shaft with one fist. He snatched another one of the guards from the ground and lifted him to his face with his free fist. “Who do you take orders from, you pathetic, weak little creature? Did any of you actually think you could control what I am?” he roared as his muscles flexed and he lifted his stroking fist from his cock and brought it down into the now open palm containing the guard he’d lifted. I heard the high-pitched scream of the man as he raised his arms in a futile attempt to deflect the fist coming at him like a freight train. The sickening CRUNCH and SPLAT echoed out of the building as blood and gore splattered from the giant muscle-boy’s hands. He lifted his fist to his lips and licked the blood from his knuckles. He lowered his other gore-dripping hand and began to stroke his engorged cock, once again. “YOU ARE NOTHING BUT INSECTS TO ME. I NOW TIRE OF LETTING YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER WHAT I AM. YOU WILL ALL BOW BEFORE ME . . . NOW!” The guards left surrounding the beast on their knees trembled as Alpha stood and glared down at them. As he stood, the base commander was released from beneath the giant’s balls and lay sputtering between his feet. Addressing the guards trembling and pissing on themselves before him, Alpha lifted a foot and placed it on the base commander. His quadriceps exploded into solid masses as he drove his foot into the concrete, obliterating the man beneath his foot and entombing him beneath the fissured surface as blood sprayed in all directions. He released his still rigid, leaking and blood slick cock and it bobbed up to the base of his rippling, rounded pectorals. “Remove your clothing when in the presence of your God!” Alpha sneered to the remaining guards gaping up at him worshipfully. They all complied immediately, tearing their clothes from their bodies and remaining on their knees while grabbing and stroking their erect little penises. Alpha sat and spread his legs out of the open hanger door, his bulbous testicles resting, once again, on the now blood and pre-cum slick surface. “Pleasure me If you can, bugs, and I may let you live.” he grinned sardonically. They all crawled towards the mountain of muscle. He reached out and grabbed another man, brought him to his lips squirming and squealing. The godly beast opened his mouth and bit the man’s torso off at the waist and chewed. Blood shot onto his chin from the lower half of the corpse and flowed down his chin and neck. Alpha turned, looked directly into the camera recording the events and boomed, “I WANT MORE! UNDERSTAND?” “Jesus CHRIST” I breathed raggedly as I orgasmed, cum rocketing from my cock and onto the computer screen and keyboard for a full minute. I stopped the video playback, hurriedly tried to wipe the spunk-covered equipment, and myself, clean. I quickly redressed and rushed to the door to have a guard let me out and accompany back to where Takeo was. Was Alpha actually speaking to me through that recording from years’ prior? How could he have known I would be here now, much less watching that recording? I had to get back to Takeo and speak with him. Was he aware of his alter ego and the things he had done? How had Alpha surfaced momentarily when I last spoke to Takeo? There seemed to be something I was missing, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. ALPHA - Part 6 I approached the hanger and the guards were outside. They quickly opened the door and two followed me in while two remained at the door. Takeo sat, double chained as I had ordered, to his massive chair. His man sized cock’s head, once again, slung into the barrel that collected his constantly flowing pre-cum. I felt so minuscule as I approached this titanic mountain of muscle. I walked up to him and my head only reached to his knees as he sat. I glanced at his always-churning nuts, each larger than my head and down to his massive feet, the feet that I’d witnessed crush humans like nothing by annoying little bugs. I looked up past his thick, jutting pectorals and saw him grinning down at me. “Hey, Doc.” he rumbled, “Do you like what you’ve done to me? Am I what you had hoped to create, little man?” “Takeo,” I started, my mouth suddenly dry and my knees weak. My tired cock leapt at the sound of his voice and his belittling words, but I maintained composure, “You have FAR exceeded my expectations.” I saw his cock lurch, rocking the fifty-five gallon drum enough that pre-cum flowed over onto the floor. The giant closed his eyes and licked his large, thick lips. “Mmmmm! Thanks, Doc. We want the same thing, you and I.” his impossibly bass voice boomed, “You are too pathetically small and weak to do what you want to do deep down. That’s why you worked so hard to create what I am. You had hoped that your formula would create a beast in every way.” He opened his eyes and looked at me for some type of reaction. “It has.” “What are you talking about, Takeo?” I blubbered, feigning confusion at his statements, yet knowing he was correct about everything he had said. “I know the videos you just watched pleased you greatly.” he grinned knowingly as his dark eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I stepped back, slipped on the pre-cum on the floor and fell against the now overflowing barrel. “What? Takeo, how could you POSSIBLY know what . . .” He interrupted and finished my thought: “. . . know what you’ve been doing? Doc, you created a way for me to inhabit this body. You thought you were only creating a super soldier that you could, hopefully, control and use to fulfill your deepest and darkest desires and fantasies. Don’t you yet realize that you’ve created more than an all-powerful giant? I am not constrained by time and space . . . I have spared you so that you can witness what you have unleashed upon mankind. I know that you long to see what I will do. I know that you mortals are so weak and completely powerless to resist my power and impossibly seductive sexuality. I knew you were mine before you even arrived on base.” He paused and grinned as I lifted my pre-cum soaked hand to my mouth and lapped at the warm, slimy nectar in which I had fallen. He flexed every muscle lightly and they ballooned, pressing hard against the chains in which he was wrapped, as cable-like veins appeared and pulsed beneath the skin and the rippling muscle it sheathed. My cock rocketed to attention and saluted its master. The two guards with me lowered their weapons as they gazed upon godly, masculine perfection, seemingly hypnotized be the creature’s massive muscles flexing and rolling on every surface of his gargantuan frame. He chuckled and continued, “I allowed you to believe Takeo and Alpha were here. They are now a part of me. We are Alpha, but really we are the creature that you created that I have been waiting for . . . a body sturdy enough where I can exist and unleash my darkest wanton desires. I am Agyo, the God of Overt Violence. Yes, Doc, I WANT MORE . . . MUCH MORE . . . and you do too, my worshipful little pet! Your Alpha is now here to stay!” the beast thundered as he took a deep breath, his massive chest inflating and solidifying as the chain links deformed and popped from his chest, arms and legs with his full-body flexion. I scooted back against the barrel as he stood, his cock leaving the barrel and floating over my head, coating me with his hot pre-cum. He grabbed a guard in each hand as he stood. They broke from their worshipful transces and began kicking and clawing at Alpha’s flesh. They would have screamed, but he was crushing the air from their lungs with his powerful grip. “Oh, my GOD! Alpha! What are you going to do with them?” I squealed, my dark macrophilia laden desires taking hold of my senses as I quickly disrobed and fell to my knees, naked and throbbing, looking up at the godly creature looming over me. “Good little worm,” Alpha grinned, “you have been mine since your birth, just dreaming and waiting for your God to appear.” With that he dunked one of the soldiers, head first, into the barrel of his pre-cum before moving him back to his globular, muscled ass. He relaxed his ass muscles and shoved his toy soldier in, head first, down to the little man’s waist. I watched, mesmerized by my creations brutal, sadistic power as the little legs protruding from the God’s ass kicked violently. “MMMMM, FEELS GOOD!” Alpha thundered as he, once again, looked me in the eye and grinned while simultaneously flexing that massive, godly ass hard. There was a muffled CRUNCH and the legs stopped kicking and quivered for a bit before Alpha flexed his ass hard once more and the little body was crushed within that godly ass, severed at the waist, legs falling to the floor. I had crawled over to Alpha’s massive ankle and wrapped my arms around it as far as I could, humping my God’s leg with my pre-cum covered body as he ass-snuffed the worthless little soldier. Alpha dropped the other stunned soldier into the barrel of pre-cum before reachng down and plucking me from his ankle. He raised me to his boyishly handsome, yet terrifyingly large, face. “It’s time for more, bug!” he whispered as he closed his eyes and I felt his grip slipping around me. I looked at his arms, shoulders, and chest rippling with power, bulging and expanding. I looked down and saw the floor becoming further away as we rose. He shifted his feet to a wider stance as his head and wide, rounded shoulders burst through the roof of the hanger, his gargantuan torso protecting me from debris. As he reached fifty feet in height and thousands of tons of pure, unadulterated muscle, he ceased growing and grinned at me, now in his open palm, stroking furiously. We could see jeeps, tanks and people scurrying about in panic at the sight of the titanic muscle-God Alpha’s appearance through the hanger roof. He bent back down and reached into the hanger by his feet and, between two fingers, lifted the barrel of pre-cum containing the other guard. The poor guy was standing in the barrel of pre-cum and stroking his cock feverishly as Alpha brought the barrel to his lips, opened his mouth and tilted it. I had a perfect view as the pre-cum roped into his mouth, carrying with it the flailing yet furiously masturbating little guard. The beast pinched the barrel flat between his powerful fingers as he moved the worshipful little snack around in his mouth. It was unfortunate for the guard that he was a bit too large to swallow whole. I saw Alpha’s huge jaw muscle clench in unison with a sickening, short scream and CRUNCH as the guard’s little body was chewed to a bloody paste for swallowing. Alpha grinned, his teeth red with blood, as he bellowed, “It’s time to begin, little muscle slut.” Cum rocketed from my cock at the sound of his voice as he set me on his shoulder and stepped through the wall of the hanger, flattening a jeep and its unfortunate occupants that had just pulled up. He reached down and picked up another jeep and its yelling, frightened and awed occupants as he began stroking his quickly lengthening and thickening cock, his balls churning in anticipation of what was to come.

Im a physical therapist trainee, im 23 years old and help many athletes with injuries. I started 1 year ago and i love it i love helping people get back to where they were. But one day a new client came in a bodybuilder BY the name of Tom Hardney, he was a 30 year old guy very tall, big muscles and had a handsome face. He came in because two weeks before he tore his bicep after a hard workout. Now im supposed to help him heal his bicep and get it back into proper order, his doctor said it would take at least 1 month of physical therapy and i was supposed to help him. When he came in we immediately locked eyes, i knew he was my new client so i go up to him. Me: Tom? Tom: Yeah thats me, are you rick? Me: Yup, welcome im here to help you recover from your injury and make you thrive! Tom: Great! He shook my hand with great force, i was shocked how strong he was but anyways. We started the session and i was massaging his bicep, it was like a hard ball of play dough it was soft but very hard and firm at the same time. I tried to make him feel very relaxed. Then we got to lifting weights we started small with 10 pounds for his arm then we slowly went to 20 pounds then to 30, 40, and eventually 50. I wonder how heavy was the weight that tore his muscle so i asked. Me: tom do you mind if i ask, how heavy was the weight that tore your muscle? Tom: It was 100 pounds i did 20 curls and then it happened I was shocked so i thought it would be safe to stop at 50. The session ended and he left, i was disappointed because i liked him, but you can't mess around with clients so i kept my mouth shut. About 1 week went bye and he was running late, He called me and said that he would need to come at night to family issues i said no worries come on by at 10 he said great. It was 10 and everyone had left i was still there waiting for him. I heard the Door open and i looked to see if it was him, it was him in Short shorts, A very small and tight muscle shirt, and sandals. Tom: Sorry i just came back from the beach killer waves by the way Me: no problem just be carful because of your arm. We went into the workout room and got started, I started the session like usual and massaged his bicep but then he said Tom: you work so hard and you look so tense when was the last time you got a massage? Me: oh im fine but to be honest i haven't gotten one for a while. Tom: time to change that let me massage you Me: oh no i can't let you Tom: please let me do it, then we can get back to work Me: uhhhh, okay but don't tell anyone my job could be affected Tom: my lips are sealed We sat down on the bench we was behind me with his huge hands massaging my back his hands got lower and lower eventually reaching my ass, he went down to my ass and grabbed it saying "i know you want me and i want you too" I was shocked i didn't know what to do so i let him do what he was going to do. He then took his shirt off and came infant of me saying Tom: look at this, this is the body of a greek god and i want to be your protecter so let me protect you. He then went into a double bicep pose flexing every part of his body and his shorts couldn't take it so they were ripping slowly every vein in his body was out, then he grabbed me forcefully shoving me into his big wet pecs, he smelled like a man. he held me he kissed me his big hands unzipping my pants but then he said "fuck it" and started ripping them , it was so easy for him. then he put his hand in my underwear gently stroking my penis i was in awww with one hand he was touching my penis and with his other arm he was flexing his bicep saying "look at this who would fuck with me" when came he licked the cum off his fingers then he licked my face. But then the weirdest thing happened i notice his feet were growing and his saddle was getting tighter and tighter then RIPPPP the sandals fell apart, i look at his and he's red but he's holding me and he said "watch this" he flexed his bicep and it was growing and growing his arm pit hair was growing too. His legs grew and his shorts ripped and his penis was huge. his abs rippling and becoming more defined like his pecs. i was shocked and then...........to be continued

Thanks for all the info, IJuge, but all this happened months ago. I wish I’d known it back then, but you know… I didn’t. So… you know… shit happened. When I woke up the next morning there was another surprise waiting for me. Roderick had gone to bed the night before shirtless, still rubbing his hands all over his budding pecs and abs. But when I opened my eyes the next morning, they were gone. He was still shirtless lying on his bed, but those pecs and abs seemed to have receded back into that skinny frame of his. Well, almost… His arms had been bone thin before, but now they looked bone thin and sinewy. Narrow, but noticeable cords of muscle seemed stretched along the length of his limbs. And his pecs were not the burgeoning mounds they’d been the night before, but had been reduced to skinny slabs barely visible on his chest. His abs were gone completely, leaving his stomach just a smooth flat surface. And when he woke up and saw himself, I could tell he was a little disappointed… but not too much. He looked over at me staring at him from across the room and said, once again, “What are you looking at?” “Nothing,” I said. “Good,” he replied and got up. “What did you guys do last night,” I asked. He looked at me and laughed. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime. Or maybe you’ll just… find out.” Then, smirking, he headed for the bathroom. I didn’t bring it up again. It didn’t seem worth it. Whatever it was, it was over now, and from that moment on, things just seemed to go back to normal… almost. As the days wore on, he just seemed to get bigger. Not all at once, like before, but slowly, a bit at a time. His shoulders seemed to broaden and day by day his chest swelled out a little more, then a little more. His biceps seemed to get thicker and thicker, and his back was slowly widening. It was easy to see because his shirts were slowly getting tighter and tighter. At one point, my boy, Eric, asked me, “Hey, is your roommate working out?” Roderick was over lying on his bed reading. So, I called over to him, “What about it, Roderick, you working out?” He put down his book and grinned over at us. “What do you think?” he asked and then flexed his arm. A surprisingly large rock-like bicep bulged up from it. “Damn, dude!” said Eric. “That’s a helluva gun you’re packing!” Roderick just smirked back at us. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. I’m just getting started.” Then he lifted up his shirt front, and I’ll be damned if his six pack wasn’t back. Not quite as impressive as before, but it was there. “Just you wait,” he said. And it was true. He just seemed to keep getting bigger, and what’s more, when his buddies showed up, they seemed to be on the same program. The fat ones were looking solid, not flabby, and the skinny ones were filling out just like Roderick. I was really on the point of asking him about it again when Midterms started, and the odd changes my roommate was going through were pushed to the back of my mind. Everyone was pulling all-nighters to get ready for them. One day just seemed to melt into the next. I lost all sense of time, until one night—I don’t know what time it was, hours after dark—I was trying to remember if my Clac midterm was in the morning or on the following day. I checked my notes. It was on the 14th. Crap, I didn’t know what day today was anymore. “Hey Roderick,” I called. “What’s the date?” Roderick looked on edge, himself. He was sweating like a pig and it wasn’t even all that hot. His t-shirt was drenched. I could see his muscles bulging up through it, rock-like biceps, broad, bulging shoulders. Even his six pack was showing through it. Fuck he gotten almost as big as he’d been that night last month… No, he was just as big… No! Fuck! He looked bigger! “It’s the 12th,” he said. “Are you sure?” I asked. Then I grabbed my phone and checked. “No,” I said, “It’s 11:04 on the 13th.” Suddenly he dropped his book, and looked over at me wide-eyed. “What did you say?” “I said it’s the 13th.” “No…” he said and grabbed his phone to double check. “FUCK!” he shouted. Then suddenly he was staring at his forearms. The looked huge and thick with corded muscle, way bigger than I’d ever seen them. Roderick saw them and looked panicked. He rushed over to the window and threw back the curtain. Something outside really upset him. “No!” he shouted. “Not now! I’m not ready! I’m not supposed to be here! I’m supposed to be—” But he never finished whatever it was he was going to say. He raised up his forearms, and the veins began to rise out of them, swollen and pulsing. They looked like a nest of snakes writhing under his skin, swelling, growing ever thicker, and covering his arms like overgrown vines. “Oh well,” he said, still staring at his pulsing arms, “fuck it! It’s coming whether I’m ready or not; I might as well enjoy the ride!” Then he grinned and flexed. I could see the thickening hardness of his muscles straining against the thin cotton of his shirt. I could hardly believe it but I could see his biceps growing larger and stronger by the second. They were getting thicker, denser and bulkier. Those hard looking rocks were evolving into big, heavy oblong masses. “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah…” he breathed while staring at his hard, expanding biceps. I heard the first thread snap, then another and another until his t shirt sleeve was ripped asunder, destroyed by the rapid expansion of his powerful vein-ridden arm muscles. He dropped his arm, closed his eyes and threw his head back, his entire body swelling and pulsing. He let out a soft moan, seemingly lost in the sensations of his rapidly expanding form. He turned back toward the window and I could see his back evolving into broad slabs of muscle, which seemed to be pushing his swelling, muscular arms further out to his sides. Suddenly, his entire body jerked as his lats exploded with growth and tore their way free from of his shirt. Instantly I was confronted by an expansive wall of muscular ridges and valleys bulging up in front of me and continuing to evolve. A low chuckle escaped from him and he turned back to face me. “Still think… it’s not… real…?” he gasped as threads snapped, cloth tore, and gaps, like volcanic fishers, opened up across the front of his shirt, ripping longer and wider until his striated, pulsing pecs finally erupted from it like boulders of molten rock. He let out a roar as his chest grew still thicker and more powerful. His shoulders began to throb, growing rock hard with power, exploding out of their light cotton covering, and bringing final destruction to the last shreds of his shirt. And as they continued to swell to the size of cannon balls I could hear a sound like straining wood as his shoulders grew broader, thrusting outward on either side of his thickening neck, and fundamentally altering the shape of his torso. And as his frame widened, I could see all the muscles, tendons expanding, swelling to magnificent proportions, making him huge, with an appearance of physical power that was truly mind blowing. As the hugely powerful muscles in his limbs continued to grow and bulge, they pushed on his bones forcing them to lengthen, causing the same stretching sounds as he grew taller. He thrust a foot forward to keep from falling over as his center of gravity shifted, keeping pace with the constant increases in height and mass. Those skinny pants started to balloon out as his thighs, and other titanic leg muscles pressing outward, became outlined in perfect clarity beneath the straining cloth. And with every second they grew bigger, straining and stressing the cloth, finally shredding it, tearing their way to freedom. And then his growth came to an end. I looked at him and was in awe. I figured he had to be about six foot two now, 5 inches taller than he had been. And he was massive. Enormous, bulging muscles covered him from head to foot. Gigantic pecs, steel-like abs, cannon ball shoulders, thick, heavy, veined biceps above bulky, corded forearms. He had to be twice as wide at the shoulders as he used to be. He reached down and tore off his shredded pant legs, turning them into shorts and giving himself a good view of his legs at the same time. His enormous thighs were bulging outwards, forcing their way up through layers and layers of lesser muscles, each of them looking as though they might burst right out of his skin. He looked into the mirror, flexed his enormous, rock-hard biceps, and started growling. Then he reached over, grabbed the leg of his bed and with one hand, raised it up above his head, colossal muscles barely straining. Then flexing his other huge vein-ridden bicep into gigantic proportions he let out a huge thundering roar, so loud I had to block my ears. But I have to admit staring at his incredibally powerful body with his massive pecs and his brick wall stomach and legs like muscular pillars, I started to get hard. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but I wanted to whip it out right there and go to town. But Roderick looked down at me and shouted, “GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I—” I didn’t hang around to hear what he was going to do. Because when someone that big and muscular tells you to get out, you get out, and quick. To be honest, I didn’t stop running til I made it to my buddy Eric’s place. “Dude,” I said, “You mind if I crash here tonight?” “Sure, man,” he said. “What's the problem, roommate trouble?” “You have no idea,” I said, “no idea.”

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Indianapolis 4/25/14 Diego pulled his car into the driveway and banged the wheel. "Damn, it's been two days since I kissed that dude" small homophobic shudder. "I don't even have so much as a cough. All that for nothing!" He unlocked the door to his house and dropped his gym bag on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to pull the chicken and rice he had prepared out of the fridge and started warming it up in the microwave. He grabbed the protein powder and some milk and some creatine mix and put it into his blender along with 3 bananas and a scoop of peanut butter ice cream. "At least I can still enjoy my food and get big the natural way. But really I want to be HUGE!" Diego was a short 5'6" but a wide and thick 230 pounds. In the off season he got as big as 290, but he had a competition coming up and he needed the sponsorships to afford his "growing" habit. The microwave dinged signaling its finish and Diego pulled the dish out grabbed a fork and began stuffing his face while trying to down the shake. Without warning his stomach heaved and he leaned over the sink vomiting up everything he had just eaten. He ran some water in his mouth to wash out the bad taste, "What the hell! I must have been eating too fast. Now all that food is wasted." He decided to shower and change clothes to try to relax and maybe watch some tv. While in the shower he began to feel sick again and leaned over the drain but only gave a dry heave. "Damn. Maybe the chicken was bad or something" He toweled off and pulled on some old sweats and a button down flannel shirt. Then went to the kitchen to check the rest of the chicken. He sniffed it gingerly and touched it with his tongue. It seemed ok. He pulled the milk out of the fridge and checked the date. 2 days past the date on the jug. He uncapped it and smelled it. It didn't smell bad, but that had to be the problem. "That's what I get for trying to save a buck and not buying ....ugh" a terrible cramp seized his stomach and he fell on the floor. The milk carton dropped and spilled the remaining contents all over. As the cramp passed, Diego slowly got to his feet and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess. "I guess I have to pass on the gym tomorrow." he sighed and went into the living room to turn on the tv. He dropped into his favorite recliner and kicked back. That felt much better and his stomach seemed to settle down. "...and as recently as two days ago here in our town" the young male reporter was saying, "at one gym a young track athlete swelled into a Herculean beast." The background was filled with the phone videos from the crowd of Carter transforming, then someone had caught Diego's little.... "SCREW YOU ASSHOLES" he shouted at the TV. "What the hell did you have to show that for?" He was pissed, not only at the public viewing of his kiss, but that for some reason he was feeling slightly aroused watching the transformation again. His phone beeped and he saw a new message come in. It was from Reggie, one of his best friends: Diego, saw you on TV! LOL! You gay now for muscle? JK Another beep. This time from Jackie, his fiancé. WTF? You could at least be honest with me. He was distracted by the reporter who was continuing covering the flu, "Meanwhile in Texas the young grad student who was isolated for treatment is doing better. They have found ways to help him in his mobility." "Poor guy. Didn't know what hit him" Diego murmured as his own dick lengthened slightly. "That's kind of hot actually. Although I don't know about not being able to move" HIs phone beeped again. Jackie. Are you going to let me know what's going on? Is that why you haven't called in 3 days? "Meanwhile in Paris, repairs have begun to the Eiffel Tower and they are attempting to track down the flu victim who caused the mayhem for treatment. Authorities are saying...." A buzzing sound filled Diego's head drowning out the reporter. He shuddered and his eyes rolled back in his head as an intense wave of power washed through him. The recliner groaned slightly as his body seemed to pulse. The buzzing sound faded and Diego could focus on the reporter again. "So we do not know what happened with Carter and the mystery kissing man but we will keep you up to date with any new information....sneeze...sorry folks. That one snuck up on me." Diego smiled at the TV shot of him kissing Carter this time and unconsciously adjusted his crotch which had hardened. "At least he was pretty hot. If I'm going to kiss a guy, I picked a good one." His phone rang this time and he saw Reggie's number. Diego smiled and answered it. "Hey man" Reggie was laughing, "What a totally gay shot of you, dude!" Diego laughed, "Yeah, but he was kind of hot ya gotta admit!" "What are you talking about? You got a secret you need to tell me?" Diego shook his head. His thoughts were all screwed up right now. "I...I'm not sure I....." The button on the right cuff of the flannel shirt popped off and landed on the floor. Then the left cuff. Diego stared at them slightly dumbfounded as the buzzing started in his head again and he realized his forearms looked kind of pumped. He could barely make out Reggie's voice over the phone. "Diego man, you ok? You there? Hey!" Diego dropped the phone as the intense wave passed through him again and his eyes rolled back. He didn't realize that he had started the video function as his phone hit the floor which recorded a startling sight. His already thick chest swelled even further and the top button of the flannel popped off. His traps rose and his neck thickened stretching the collar apart and a small tear appeared in the left leg of his sweatpants. The buzzing was fading now and he struggled to pick up the phone but his hands were thicker and holding the device was awkward. "....I'm almost there, dude! Hold on. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Diego smiled as he heard Reggie's car in the driveway, "I'm more fine than you can imagine" The door burst open and Reggie came in holding his own phone. Then stared at Diego who smiled back at him. The sweats and flannel were painted on him. "Dude. When you kissed that guy...you...you" "I got the virus." He smiled wide. He got up out of the recliner accompanied by the sound of more threads snapping and popping. Reggie, a 6 foot handsome black bodybuilder, looked genuinely scared and backed up towards the door. He bumped it and it closed behind him. Diego started to walk towards him. "It felt awesome. Although I didn't get what that guy got. I think I only put on about 15-20 pounds" His dick was throbbing painfully in his sweats and Reggie looked really good to him. Reggie pushed his back against the door like he was trying to pass through it without opening it. Diego walked up to him. The top of his chest bulging through the gap in the shirt where the button had broken free. "I always loved muscle and now I....I....." The buzzing again, but this time the intensity was completely unbearable. Diego stumbled against Reggie who reached out to stop him from falling and try to push him back. Reggie stared mesmerized by the sight of his friend who was beginning to swell up again. "This...this...feels...awesome!" The last word dropped two octaves in pitch ending in a growl. The next two buttons burst from the shirt and a loud rip echoed through the house as the back of the shirt split down the middle revealing deep thick and wide muscle. Diego reached out and grabbed Reggie's arms as he struggled to stay up right. His spine popped and slowly began to lengthen. He was clutching Reggie so tightly that Reggie was wincing in pain, 'Stop man let go!" "I... I can't" he growled and fell against Reggie as his biceps burst through their sleeves. Thick veins rising up to the surface. The sweatpants split down the sides as massive quads emerged and his now 2' dick broke through the front and was pressed between the two men. Reggie had turned pale, "What are going to do?" Diego shuddered and swelled even larger, now looking down on Reggie. "I...I'm not...." Reggie felt something sticky and they both looked down at the huge head pushed up between them. Precum forming on the tip. Diego suddenly gasped and the first volley shot straight up hitting Reggie in the face. Diego continued to pump and shoot for 45 seconds covering everything in sight. At last he staggered backwards. All 6'5 500 pounds of him. He was breathing heavily as his dick began to soften. Reggie was frozen. A look of pure shock on his face. "Reggie. Man....I'm...sorry...so...sorry. I couldn't control it. I...." "You...you infected me, you asshole"

(I love this continuous story so I’d thought I’d continue it! This took me way too long to write but I'm glad I finally finished some of it. Sorry it's a bit short but I hope you guys like it!) Tokyo, Japan 7/14/2014 Hiroshi Yuki was a Japanese biologist working at a research lab in downtown Tokyo. About a few months ago they received a sample of the virus that has been “changing” men all over the world. They said it came from a subject who grew quite big in America. Hiroshi was your typical geek, short at about 5'4”, skinny, glasses, and wearing a lab coat to boot. He was at the top of his class and one of the smartest scientists in the lab so they chose him as one of the scientists to find a cure of this disease. Hiroshi read report after report on the massive men roaming the planet and the constant spread of the virus that seemed to escalate further and further. He became fascinated with this virus. It wasn't a typical virus that made one sick but it was one that further enhanced the male body, granting them power and size beyond humanly possible. Hiroshi looked into the origin of the virus but there have been conflicting reports of either a meteor from outer space containing the virus or it was an new breed of contagion that was formed during a lab accident. There were entirely no downside to the virus other then the destruction it causes to those around the inflected so he questioned why should such a thing be destroyed. Hiroshi couldn't help but jack off to the pictures of the infected men and though he should do all he can to help them get the size they deserve. Hiroshi decided that instead of destroying the virus he would modify it, make it stronger, better, more resistant and more effective. With his genius he spent day after day finding ways of making it better. It was hard to find human test subjects but he was able to find and corner random men wondering around in the streets of Tokyo as his “subjects”. They grew and grew and the results were even better than he had hoped. His latest subject grew up to 100 feet tall! The military forces had a hard time restraining that growth subject as he mischievously watched from afar. The lab was getting suspicious of Hiroshi's whereabouts and his numerous late nights at work with no progress on a cure at all. One day his supervisor came in and demanded to see Hiroshi's research progress on the cure but Hiroshi lied saying that it was tougher than he thought it would be. Out of everyone who was working on the cure Hiroshi had little to no advancements into a cure. They also hacked his computer without his knowledge and found files for enhancing the virus. Confronted with these accusations Hiroshi did what any rational person would do. Running to the disease testing chamber and locking the door he prepared to unleash his grand plan into motion. Super concentrated versions of the virus filled in special containers throughout the room. Pushing a button he unleashed his creation into the air. The collective and innumerable virus agents pounded into his body. He was in immense pain, having a large headache, trouble breathing, coughing, wheezing, runny nose and feeling sick to his stomach. Then all of a sudden the pain stopped. His flu symptoms all gone. He felt stronger than ever before. He didn't even need his glasses anymore as he easily broke it into pieces with his enhanced strength. His supervisor saw Hiroshi start to change and activated a red alert ordering everyone to evacuate the building. Slowly Hiroshi started to get taller, his shirt getting untucked from his pants revealing a slight trace of his lower abdomen. Laughing manically like the mad scientist he was fully embracing the virus. The more one's desire to grow, the bigger they would get. To surrender your mind, your body, your soul to the virus was necessary and required. Muscle started to build uncontrollably causing tears all over his lab coat and pants. Bulges of muscle in his arms and legs started to rip them in half, his chest was tearing his button down shirt down the middle sending the buttons flying in different directions. Hulking out of his clothes like he has always fantasized about he couldn't help but flex and feel his new growing body. He looked down at his perfectly pumped pecs, rubbing his hands down his ripped 8-pack abs. Then he caressed his arms as he flexed slowly causing it to bulge bigger. His back expanded to take in all this muscle and his body was starting to grow up towards the ceiling. Shorts that were barely hanging on started to tear as he got hard over his new body. A large throbbing cock started to grow and surge upwards towards his pecs. Getting wider and thicker his cock throbbing for release as his balls swelled towards the ground. He started to stroke himself off and tried to will himself to get bigger and bigger! His new virus modification understood the host's request and started to accelerate the growth. The walls started to creek and crack, everything got smaller around him as he easily busted outta the disease testing chamber, effectively spreading the contagion. 20 feet, 50 feet, then 100 feet he grew as he easily burst through the building showering the nearby area with a nice white cum shower. Roaring like the Godzilla-like monster that he is he stomped and smashed buildings with ease causing destruction as he grew more getting close to 300 feet tall. The military started to try to stop his rampage and proceeded to blast him with tanks and shoot him with guns. Both of which were ineffective. Getting a good idea he sneezed all over the army's formation. The super sized sneeze blew away the soldiers but that wasn't the end of that. The male soldiers that the sneeze got on started to grow right on the spot. The enhanced virus growing them rapidly out of their uniforms. The soldiers were so turned on as they grew to at least 20 feet tall. Now in addition to the 300 foot tall “kaiju”, there were at least 50 smaller 20 foot tall titans packed with muscle and slowly getting bigger as well. Hiroshi got off as he watched the soldiers tear off their own clothes to see their buff bodies. He could tell they secretly really wanted to grow and soon all of Japan will be inflected. Hiroshi continued to stomp through Tokyo and caught the attention of a certain Japanese power-lifter named Daichi Sendo. He wore a very tight fitting tank top that barely covered his huge muscle gut. He gazed at Hiroshi who swelled to 500 feet tall and started to jerk off some more in the street. Hiroshi's growth smashed cars, buildings, and anything in between. All the fucking power was what Daichi yearned for. This was his chance. After Hiroshi unleashed his cum flood on the street, Hiroshi came out from his hiding place and started to scoop some up in a cup and drank it down like a protein shake. Soon he could feel it within him... a new giant was about to emerge as he surrendered his body to the virus infused cum... (Japan arc – to be continued).