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Today is 7/3/2019 Hey! Hello everyone! I am very happy with the comments from all of you. I have received such deep affection from others as tiny as me. I've heard of a lot of stories involving giant relatives, but I'll leave those stories for another day. Today I had a space in my time to write here. I will tell you what will happen at the parent meeting that the school does once every 6 months. And today is this day. Well, I study in a normal school like everyone around my age of 17. In some physical aspects, the school has adapted to receive some giant teachers and also some giant parents who frequent the place. I'm a part of the school newspaper (and that's why I'm using the blog), I really enjoy writing about school life. I know that for many high school is a terror, but for me it's really cool. At our school we have a giant football team. The BulllGiants are at the top of the regional school league table, but I will speak of them soon. I'm just going to cite here my teenage passion, the team's quarterback and the high school runner, Josh. He is the strongest giant on the team, has blue eyes, black hair, tanned skin, hairy pectorals and thighs so thick that even my father Kevin is envious. Josh is gentle, like all giants, but he's kind of playful. In addition to eating a lot, lifting weight and sleeping like a bear, Josh loves hot chocolate and likes to go to the drive-in watching old movies. *Sighs* Returning to the meeting at school. I'm sure it will be a bit tumultuous. The meeting will be held on the school's sports court where the giants can fit without problems. The school's sports court is 85 feet high and bleachers that can fit up to two giants sitting in each row. I've been called to a meeting too. Some of my colleagues were also called. It was more a matter of urgency because Brandon Vergas, editor in chief of the school paper, did a story that put the giants' character in check. So the emergency meeting. Brandon has always been an activist against the giants. He is the son of Roger Vergas, a veteran of the war who did not get the serum and so is angry with those who have been modified. Brandon and his father are so cruel in their opinions that they even managed to raise a small riot against the giants who live in the city. Our town is a few miles from downtown New York, where my father Kevin works. Even being close to a big city, our city has few giants. But the mutiny made by Brandon and Mr. Vergas was to draw the attention of the community. I'm sitting on the bleachers of the sports court, I'm on the safe side of the normal-sized human side. You will not believe it, Josh is joining the court along with his giant father, Mr. Walker, who is the coach of the team. Mr. Walker has a black beard, blue eyes like Josh, and a muscular body with a good layer of fat. They wear a baseball cap (the face of a muscular bull snorting). *Oh my God! He saw me and is approaching ... I can feel the ground trembling with Josh's footsteps * I will put the portable camera I have in action to record and show you while I talk to Josh. _____________________________________________________________________________ "We're recording, big guy!" *Nod to Josh to look at camera* He is sitting in the stands in front of me, in the sector where the giants must sit. He turns and looks at me. Can you see your blue eyes? They're beautiful, are not they? *Sigh* "I read the first post on your blog, lil Scott" *Josh smiles, a deep laugh* "Oh shit! Did you read what my father Kevin wrote? " At this moment my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. That was only for my normal sized readers, not for the giants to read. Right now I want a huge hole that I can stick in and never leave. I cover my eyes to hide my shame. "Awww! Do not be ashamed, lil buddy. You're cute when you blush hahahaha " *Josh jumps the mountain pecs as he smiles at me ... or at me* "That's so embarrassing, big Josh. My father Kevin should not have written that about ... " "On the feet being cleansed by small, soft tongues like those of a normal-sized human? Dude! That was incredible! I did not think Dr. Kevin Breston was so turned on in these difference-sized things " *Josh smiles and gives me a wink* "They're jokers... it was not for you to have read that, Josh" "Come on! Scottie ... I'm a giant, you're a little bit and I love talking to you. We are friends OK?" "According to the last issue of the school newspaper ... the giants should stay away from us, the little humans" "Damn! That insignificant shit from Brandon should have a lesson " *Josh clenches his fist so tightly that the veins jump. I focus the camera well on his fist* "Hey, big guy ... be easy, okay? Not all of us, of normal size, are prejudiced. Here is my case: I am the adopted son of two giants. Besides being giants, my parents are still homosexual. We are a full plate for Brandon's hate speech" *Josh's eyebrow knit together in an uncertain expression, but with a certain amount of anger* "Did he say anything against you? Because if he messes with you, do not hesitate to tell me. The BullGiants are eager to show Brandon's little shit where his prejudice will take " I swallow hard, my hands shake. You may even notice that the camera shakes a little. I've never seen Josh so angry. I decide to turn off the camera. I'm telling Josh that the meeting at school is about to start. The teachers come in first, the full-time teachers. Then enter the gigantic professors: Coach Walker, Mr. Dooley of Mathematics and Director Sanderson. The giants take their reserved places at a safe distance from those of normal size. Then the parents come in. Giant parents come in first. Altogether there are 8 giant parents, most of them are parents of some athlete of the soccer team, and have my two parents. And finally, some students and two other football players are joining Josh. They are looking at me, Dustin and Jacob, two giants as attractive as Josh. They wave and sit. I nod to my father Kevin and my father Tedd. The meeting will begin and God help us, because Brandon and his father, Mr. Vergas, have just come in and are carrying banners with phrases of hatred of the giants. I need to hang up now. The meeting will begin. And I promise you that this weekend I'll record a video with my parents and Josh. They want to tell you more about how they feel about size difference. See you guys soon!

Preface If it started somewhere, I’d guess it started with James. James was too perfect, too beautiful to be real. I’d always secretly suspected deep down inside that he was an alien sent to our planet to observe us. It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous—but he was gorgeous. Tightly compact muscles that bulged enough to be seen through his clothes, broad shoulders that gave him a sway when he walked, a tight waist that gave him a dancer’s grace, a beautiful smile that radiated warmth, and chestnut hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial. And no matter how recently he shaved, he always had scruff that made him look like an action movie star. But again, there are lots of exquisite men that I don’t think are aliens. When I first met James three years ago, I was taken aback by his eyes. They’re violet. James insists that they’re just intensely blue and any violet that I see is just a trick of the light. He’s wrong; they’re violet. I know it’s not a trick of the light because when the light hits his eyes just right, they flash gold. How can his eyes be both violet and gold? Beyond his uncanny eyes, he always acts in a way that’s just… off. He doesn’t act like he understands the most normal, everyday things. He never shakes hands. He never wears shoes when it’s raining. He has weird holes in his vocabulary. He eats all of his meals out of bowls. Little weird things like that. And when it’s an uncommon situation… When our friend group (me, James, Dave, and Luke) went to an outdoor concert, James came dressed in a tux and brought a picnic lunch of wine and figs (in a bowl). When Dave went into the hospital after a minor car accident, James brought him three pet goldfish and a box of popsicles. When I told him I was gay, he asked, “What’s that?” And when I explained to him what it meant, he simply laughed and said, “Oh, Chris. Everyone’s gay.” Neither Dave nor Luke think James is an alien. Quirky and weird, sure, but not an alien. Hot guys don’t have to behave normally if they don’t want to. But if it wasn’t James who started this whole thing, I don’t know who was. Or what was. Maybe nothing did As I recall it, I was hiding, and James sought me out. I was outside, sitting behind my dorm on a stone wall set up to separate the dumpsters from street view. I was crying. Yet another guy had rejected me, and this one had been a real ass about it. I know I’m not much to look at. Well, I wasn’t then. I was a gangly 5’11”, barely 110 pounds soaking wet. I had a boring haircut and wore bland clothes. But I’m funny, and smart, and the life of the party. I’ve never exactly suffered from a lack of confidence. This rejection was just brutal. In front of a large crowd, he cut me down to size for daring to ask him out. It wasn’t really what he said or did; it was how he made me feel. He was the tenth guy in a row to reject me just because of my looks, and I’d never felt so small or unimportant in my life. So, I went out back by the dumpsters to cry, and James sought me out. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “A guy like you deserves to have your deepest wish come true.” And, as the sun moved from behind a cloud, his eyes flashed gold. At the time, I took it as just a nice thing to say to a friend who was crying, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe James isn’t an alien. Maybe he’s magic.

This is my first story I've ever posted on here! Let me know what you think and what you think I could improve as I move forward with writing this! If you have an suggestions on where the story should go, don't be scared to leave those too! I'm still brainstorming where this might go! The AntiHero Chapter 1: Frankie no more... Frankie was just your ordinary lad. He wasn’t too muscular, not too athletic, and not at all coordinated. In fact the only thing he had going for him was his devilishly handsome face and his charming grin. Other than that Frankie was the definition of average at best. This was a big difference compared to Quinn, Frankie’s longtime rival who consistently one-upped everything Frankie tried to do. Quinn was a lad’s lad. He had the good looks, fit body, and boyish charm to get any girl swooning. He knew it too. Quinn exuded confidence and always walked around like his shit didn’t stink. He’d consistently take sexy shirtless selfies with a seductive grin for his Instagram and other socials. Day by day, Frankie could do nothing but watch his rival get all the attention and praise. Frankie was sick of living as the “average at best” kinda guy. But he didn’t know how to change it. For months he went to bed wishing every night that something would change. That he could become the better man. A real “man” among the “men”, if you know what I mean. Halloween was quickly approaching, and for once Frankie wished he could be the hunk at the costume party that was strutting around in a seductive getup. But alas, once again it would be Quinn who would most likely come dressed up as some sexy superhero, a spartan warrior, or a chippendale dancer. At least…. this is how it was supposed to be. But sometimes plans change and people change too. In fact, Frankie’s wishes may just be coming true after so many months of hope. Soon he’ll be this “man” among the men. And soon he’ll be the one strutting around the costume party in a sexy head turning getup. It was on Halloween morning when the mysterious package that would do all this arrived at Frankie’s door. Frankie was sitting and watching TV just like he does any other day, when the doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone or anything, so he was quite off-put when he opened the door to a package at his feet. He looked around for a few moments before picking up the box and bringing it inside. “Maybe it was dropped at the wrong address” Frankie thought. But alas, his name and address was on the box. Curiously, Frankie began slicing open the taped up edges with a box cutter. “I wonder what’s inside” he pondered under his breath. As he flipped open the cardboard lids, Frankie was not only taken back by what he saw, but also beginning to feel a pit of rage in his gut. “Fucking Quinn’s such an asshole” Frankie snarled through gritted teeth as he pulled out the contents. He held up what looked like a military vest and then threw it aside. His face became redder and redder as he went in for the second item in the box. He wrapped his hands around the leather straps and metallic clasps. He instantly knew what this was. “The prick thought it would be funny to get me a bane costume.” Knowing it would look awful on his slim frame, Frankie was infuriated and humiliated at the same time. There was no way he could go to the costume party now. “I bet Quinn is probably gonna wear the same costume too, just to show me up” Frankie internally sulked. He threw the mask aside, not noticing the note that was sitting at the bottom of the box. Hours passed as Frankie sat defeated, stuffing his face with junk food. The annual Halloween party was in just 45 minutes, so at this point Frankie couldn’t even think about getting another costume ready. He felt every negative emotion in the book. He was ashamed with his physical form, but also loathed the fact he was gonna miss the opportunity to attend this event. That’s when something strange happened. His phone began buzzing to a mysterious text from an unknown number. “Put the mask on Frankie, we will be one soon. Just be patient.” “What the fuck is this shit. Is he really texting me from a fake number now?” Frankie growled. “You know what fuck Quinn. I’m going to go to the party dressed as bane and be perfectly confident. That will show him.” Frankie stormed over to the box and grabbed the mask. He began to pull it over his head, and it immediately fit quite snugly around his jaw. As Frankie squeezed the mask over the back of his head, he felt a several slight stings, almost as if he was being pricked by several needles in the back of his skull. “Must just be my hair getting caught” he thought to himself. But Frankie was quite wrong. The second Frankie put the mask on, his fate was sealed and forever changed. Almost immediately, Frankie began to feel an enormous amount of pressure in the back of his head and temples. At first he thought he was going to pass out, but this sensation was quite different. Frankie felt buzzed, and quite energized. Without warning, the pain began shooting down his spine and then out towards his lats. As the pain wrapped itself around his rib cage, Frankie could feel a heat flooding his body. It went down each arm into the fingertips, through his legs, and even into his groin. “What the fuck is happening to me!” Frankie squealed in a high pitch scream of terror. He grabbed the back of the mask and attempt to pry it off his scalp, but it was just too tight. Even more, it felt like the back of the mask was latched inside his skin where the pinching feeling was felt. The pain was rapidly increasing and that’s when it began… Frankie heard a loud crack as an unbearable pain shot down his spine. He let out a blood curdling scream as his spine began stretching his frame taller. “No! Make it stop, please!” Frankie whimpered as he fell on his hands and knees to the floor. “I don’t want this anymore!” He slammed his hands into the floorboards as the unbearable pain shot to his lats and ribcage which began cracking and spreading wider apart. To Frankie’s surprise, his hit caused the wooden board to crack and splinter. “So fucking strong” Frankie moaned animalistically. There was an evil gleam in his eye for a second, but he quickly snapped out of it. “No! Did I just fucking do that.” He winced. “This isn’t me. I’m a gentle guy.” He sat on those words for a few seconds before beginning to snicker to himself. “I’m not gentle. I’m fucking powerful and dominant” he growled sadistically. As he said this, the pain moved into his chest and biceps. Interestingly, the pain wasn’t bothering Frankie as much. He actually liked how it was beginning to feel. Every second he was feeling more and more manly. More authoritative. More godly. Frankie snapped back into reality when he saw the veins in his forearms begin to plump. As they pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, they grew green in color and began to push against his tightening skin. Frankie watched in horror as his forearms and biceps grew thick and solid. A spider web of veins entangling around them. With his voice trembling, he whimpered “please no more!” He stood up and once again tried to rip the mask off. Despite his arms being much stronger, the mask still wouldn’t un-latch itself from the back of his skull. Frankie was beginning to feel angrier than ever. But with this anger came a feeling of power and an even greater desire for more power. He began puffing his chest out, giving his pecs room to expand into big, veiny globs full of muscle sinews. Frankie’s Black T-shirt was stretching to its limits. Any onlooker would have just assumed he was wearing an athletic compression shirt if they didn’t know it was once quite loose fitting on his frame. “Fuck this feels so good” Frankie growled while throwing his head back, letting his pecs and lats extend to their full size. At this moment, his shirt snapped open and slid off his arms. In one swift motion Frankie threw his fist at the wall, creating a crumbling crater in the cement and wood barrier. Frankie cackled and sneered a cocky grin. Frankie moved to a nearby mirror to see the god... - I mean “man” - he was turning into. Upon seeing his reflection the real Frankie suddenly came back. “No! This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. This is a monster. I’m not…” He stopped talking, transfixed on his expanding legs, which he now didn’t even notice were in a great deal of pain. In a deeper octave than just seconds ago he muttered “I AM a monster.” The hulking beast emphasized the word AM. As the last of the masks venom spread through his body, Frankie let out a guttural and baritone growl raising his biceps into a double bicep pose. “Fuck ya! I am a monster! I am fucking bane!” Bane felt an instant urge to use his strength… to break something. The first thing that came to mind was the couch his former self was sulking on all night. With a single hand he lifted the 900lb object over his head. “I’m so strong... So powerful. This feels fucking fantastic!” As he said this, Frankie… -I mean Bane - brought the couch down onto his knee, cracking it in two. He no longer feared the beast he was becoming. In fact inside little Frankie was beginning to lose himself to the power that he felt. He loved that he had become an inhumanly strong god among men. He loved that his muscles were absolutely bulging with striations and chiseled beyond belief. And most of all, he loved that he was going to show Quinn what a real “man” is supposed to be. Frankie grabbed the vest that was sitting in the box and tried to strap it over his shirtless torso, but there was no way it was going to fit. “Fuck it, I look better shirtless anyway” he snarled. Then he noticed the note sitting in the bottom of the box. He picked it up and read it aloud with his dense, baritone voice. “Frankie, I’ve chosen you to become the next King of our beings. Just put on the mask and you will be Bane. Attend the party as Bane and I will find you. Then we’ll merge and become strong enough to rule this world and force everyone to bow to our power! I know you want this Frankie. You always have, so just put on the mask.” The note was signed “Venom.” Bane’s bloodthirsty growl said it all. Deep down, the last bit of the innocent Frankie faded. “You’re right Venom. I was born to be a fucking god! I may have been Frankie, but from now on my worshipers will know me only as Bane!!!!” And with that… little Frankie was no more.

Here is the latest update on the current Patreon Story that I've been working on for the last month and a half To be Continued...

Scott begins to tell on a personal blog how his life is the son of a house of massive giants. If you have some experience in living with giants in the same universe as Scott, please share your story here ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Today is 7/1/2019Hello everybody, How are you? Hope so. Today I tell a little of my story and what it's like to be the son of a couple of muscular giants and how the giants came to be. I hope you'll excuse me for spelling mistakes, but I have to run with the writing. Soon my parents will be home and I will not be able to type, understand? The ground shakes a lot and it's bad to type.Anyway .... let's start ...It all started after the government decided to insert the growth serum into civilians. When such a serum was discovered, the news spread throughout the world and other countries thought that we Americans would once again impose our will and supremacy. They were not wrong. The serum was injected first into some soldiers for fighting at extreme risk places. Some of these giant soldiers were also assigned to areas of extreme poverty to help those most in need. And others only stayed on the war lines to ensure security.Well, as was said by the government, not everyone could have the serum. It was a very restricted thing. But everything that man touches, with his greed for power, becomes harmful and harmful. The serum was smuggled and replicated and sold for a fortune. The chemical composition of the serum only reacted in men. Men of any age were modified by the serum. After smuggling and the appearance of more giants roaming the land, the government decided to regulate the serum to be sold under the rigors of health laws.In addition to the military, other groups were "blessed" with the serum. Policemen, firefighters, some businessmen, athletes (mostly football players and basketball players, even a special league was created for them), doctors and lawyers could also have the growth serum. The most important requirement to have the serum and its modifications was: to have no history of violence. The part of the society that was becoming giant was mostly made up of gentle giants, a little playful and awkward, but they were all gentle.It was not interesting for the public coffers to have giants of 35ft, with huge muscles, being violent and crushing everything ahead. And that's where my story begins. I am the son of a giant. A gentle giant, married to another gentle giant. I'm adopted. I was dropped off at the door of this giant's house after my parents fled and never heard of them again. I know, it's a sad story, but that's beside the point now.My parents are called Tedd and Kevin, and my name is Scott, or Lil Scott, as my parents like to call me. Tedd is a police officer, is 35'7" tall, weighs many tons of massive muscles coated with a layer of fat. He has a thick, dark beard, and some white hair leaving that grayish aspect.His chest is so wide that I can sit up and talk to him. My dad Tedd is 45 years old and has been in the police force for over fifteen years. He looks young and since he had his body modified by the serum, he has never changed. Whey slows aging.Kevin, 38, is 34'8" tall and has an incredible body. He is all muscle, almost no fat and would make a pro bodybuilder be envious. Kevin, just as Tedd has a body covered by hairs, but he does not wear a beard, as he says it scares many customers who are looking for him. There are still humans who can not coexist with the giants. Kevin works for the public defender. His work is stressful, but he likes what he does. My two parents like to help people. And I ... well ... I'm Lil Scott.And when I'm trying to type the stories in my diary, I feel the tremors on the floor of my room. I know you're both at home. Usually it's my father Tedd who arrives early from his shift at the local police. And today it looks like he's taking my dad Kevin to some sort of date. This passionate couple thing. They will celebrate the five years of marriage. I bought a gift for two ... a couple of giant jockstraps selling on the internet.Damn it! Another shudder and the pictures in my room almost jumped off the wall. Can you wait for me? I'll take a look at what's going on._______________________________________________________10 minutes later...You will not believe it! My dad Tedd invited two more friends to a poker game before heading off to a giant party in the central park where the city's only giant nightclub works. I think I have not talked about it yet, but when the giants became part of society, houses, clothing and even oversized utensils were created to meet the needs of the giants.I know you can not hear me or hear the bangs here at home, but it looks like a herd of elephants is circling the room. It is incredible and frightening at the same time to live among these titans. I know I will not be hurt or stepped on purpose, but it's always good to be careful. In the house where I live, my parents have made a separate room for me and I have everything I need.The giant steps are getting stronger, I think my father Kevin. And soon he will knock on the door of my room to give me a kiss. He's very kind and affectionate to me, not that my father Tedd is not, but my father Kevin likes to talk to me and always asks if I'm dating someone from school. Tedd is more practical and always says I need to study and not date. They are different, but I love them both.I'm going to need to leave ... again ... my father's loud voice Kevin is shaking the windows of my room. I'll be back soon guys!_______________________________________________________Hmmm ... so this is my little boy's blog? This is so cool!I hope my little Scott does not feel offended if I enter anything here. Well, I can not type on the keyboard of Scott's notebook, my fingers would crush the whole thing and I do not want to let my little son upset with me.Well ... let's see here ... what can I say ... I'd better start telling you how I can type here. Well, after the giants appeared a lot of technology was developed to help in the interaction between normal size and us giants. I plug into Scott's tiny notebook a USB cable that attaches to my tablet where there is a voice command program where I can use my son's minor things. It's a formidable gadget and I really like all technology made to help us communicate with you, little men ... heheheheI apologize, I forgot the presentations. My name is Kevin, I'm a big lawyer and I work in the public defender's office in New York. I love eating pizza, I love going to the theater and I enjoy spending the most time with my son and my husband Tedd. I'm 38 years old and 34'8 "tall. Face! I am big enough to smash a car with my knee and there is no way I can fit into their tiny houses now. That would be funny ... I've never crushed a car with a knee ... I'm not violent or anything cruel ... but, I'll put on my wish list the item: smash cars.Assuming you readers of this bolg are all normal-sized humans, here's some trivia about us, the giants. Yes, we were modified by the serum the government created for the soldiers. Our parties are always showered with lots of sex, amazing orgasms and lots of interaction with the little ones. We like the size difference and it makes us excited. Our penises are larger than the largest human ever listed on earth. Our asses can crush homes and our voices are deep.I'm going to tell you a secret: I have a fetish for feet. Yes, I like that my feet are massaged by a tiny one like you readers. I get so turned on that I cum without without even touching me. Tedd likes to rub his furry cannonballs over you. All these jokes are legal and there are no fatalities, for even though they are very large, we have a sense of our strength, and I repeat: we are not cruel giants. But even so ... we like the game of humiliation that our giant and massive size incites.Oh shit! My Lil Scott is coming back and I need to get out. I'll put the notebook in place. Well ... I took Scott's notebook from the side window of his room. He leaves very close to the window so he just stretched his fingers and pick up the little thing. Damn it! I was caught ... he entered the room and saw me stirring and talking on the tabletSorry, puppy! Dad was just sharing some curiosity with the readers of his blog ... not losing his head with his big daddy, okay?_______________________________________________________Guys... my father Kevin was very invasive taking my computer to write on the blog, but from what I saw he left some legal information here. Well ... I promise that someday, when I have free time I will interview each of my giant parents and share our adventures with you.See you next time !!

(This is one of my stories that I intend to one day continue. I think I discovered my new home to house my macro stories. Appreciate!) ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Four years after the end of college, five friends were reunited at a special moment that they themselves still did not know. They did not know that their lives would change from that "big" day. The meeting place was the private laboratory of Dr. Josh Adams. Josh had been a nerd in science since high school. With his lean, short body, Josh was the mascot of the school football team. The little boy was 5'2" and weighed no more than 87lbs. In compensation his brain was a rare jewel. Josh has developed some experiments to reduce energy consumption in school, and things to help the environment. It all gave little Josh maximum score to enter college. He was accepted with honors by the science program of a major university. Today, at 30 years old, Josh has his own laboratory. He was still small and thin, but now his pockets were full of dollars. His laboratory was a private spot where he developed his strange experiments. He makes a fortune when he discovers something sensational and sells it to companies and even to the government. But Josh was developing something that was not approved by any oversight body of the scientific community. Josh developed a growth serum that he would sell to the army in the near future. Our little scientist urgently needed to get tested on humans. In rats and plants many tests had been done and successfully. The plants grew at an impressive rate. Tripling in size. In the mice the serum reaction was different. Rats grew at a slower rate. At first they doubled in size and then doubled the size again within 20 minutes after the first shot of the serum. And over time the growth rate was 2 inches every 15 days. For Josh, this was something he could manage. After all, a human growing 2 inches a month was acceptable to his proposals. On Josh's shelf there was the school yearbook and Josh could review some of the guys who were in his class. Among Josh's classmates there were four great boys. They were the most intimidating and popular boys at school. They were from the football team, the weightlifting team and the wrestling team. They were prodigious athletes. At the time of high school the smaller of them had a height of 6'9" and the greater one was 7'4". Josh did not think twice and contacted the school to find out where the four high school muscular friends walked through life. It was hours of searching, analyzing old photos, old videos of football matches, of the fights in the seasons. Until he was able to talk to the boys and make an appointment... or rather, a reunion. ************************************************************************** Spinning around his room, Josh was about to make a hole in the floor. He was nervous to find his old classmates. Deep in his soul, he was very scared because these guys were not so friendly with Josh in high school. Several times stuck in the closet, or with his head tucked into the toilet in the men's room, or being placed upside down by his feet and being shaken like a garbage bag by the biggest face of the group. That was Josh's life in high school. But there was something obscure about Josh's feelings. He liked the arrogant and brutal way his fellow athletes treated him. Josh liked the masculine power and masculinity that these big boys exuded from their pious muscles. "They came soon enough" Josh said looking at his wrist. It was almost eight o'clock when Josh rang the doorbell of Josh's two-story house. He dismissed the servants demanding to be alone with his guests. He approached the door. With trembling hands, nervous, he turned the knob and when he opened the door he faced a massive painting of a man. Josh's eyes were finding this man's abdomen. Their quads were large and ample. Josh swallowed and looked up and up to find a pair of massive pecs that were tightened in a blue flannel shirt. He looked over the mountain pecs and found a friendly, sexy smile. He was one of his schoolmates, the football team. "You're there, little guy! It's been a long time, huh?" The giant man boucing his pecs to greet. "W-W-Will... is that you? William Levy" Josh narrowed his eyes to recognize the blond giant in front of him. The man bent down, putting his hands on his knees and facing Josh more closely, as if talking to a child. His deep, sexy voice resounded again, making the bones of little Josh's body shudder. "You have not forgotten me so easy, little fella? You go on a little shit like in school days" Giant William tore the hair from Josh's head with his huge hand that swallowed the small scientist's head. "Oh God! You're still the same arrogant playboy as ever, "Josh grunted as he took William's hand away. "HAHAHAHA ... and you're still the same cheeky spout." Will folded his arms in his broad chest. "So, little Josh, what do you want to talk to me about?" "Please, Will... come in" Josh indicated the entrance. Will's broad shoulders were tightened so that his massive frame could walk through the doorway of Josh's house. The broad man stretched out his arms after going through the door and walked over to a sofa. He sat down making the mobile moan with his weight. Will smiled at Josh who admired him with wide eyes. "Impressed with what you see, little Josh?" Will flex the right biceps forcing his shirt "There are 600 pounds of pure muscle distributed in a frame of 7'8" " "Wooow! I realize you've worked out for a long time since we left school " Josh spoke really impressed. To intimidate him further, Will put his size 18 feet on the center table in the living room. His lumberjack boots were muddy, but the massive man did not care. He was still arrogant. "I have a demolition and wood company. It's a family business that I now own. They call me Levy Bunyan... hahahaha... I like that nickname" Will put his hands behind his head and relaxed on the couch. "Do you have beer?" "Well ... it's just ... I'm still waiting for the others to arrive. Sorry ... I do not drink, "Josh said without taking his eyes off Will's massive boots. "Who did you invite? Wait ... is this a party?" Will scratched his chin "Why did not you tell me before? I could be more presentable... " "Ohhh no no, Will... you look great... make sure of that" The two exchanged malicious glances. From high school, Will liked Josh to give him a blowjob. He liked how his cock made Josh choke on throat. "How will this meeting be, little Josh?" Will spoke in a deep, sexy voice. "Oh God!" Josh scratched his head. "It's nothing you're thinking about, Will. It's something more serious" At that moment the doorbell rang again and deep voices and smiles were heard by Josh as he approached to open the door. The little scientist had the same reaction he had with Will when he opened the door a second time. And now he came face to face with two abdomens. Josh looked up and up to find two manly faces with beard trimmed. One had brown eyes and the other had blue eyes. "Well, if it's not our little Joshie" one of the giants said, messing up Josh's hair. "He continues a thin, pale squirt. How's it going, little shit? Still toying with frog experiments?" The other giant spoke and bouncing the massive pecs by making a button of his shirt fly toward Josh's nose. "Ooops! They do not make good shirts to accommodate my massive chest well... hahaha" "H-H-Henry and J-J-Jay... are you guys?" Josh stepped back and the two giants entered. Henry was the one who had the hardest time to get through the picture of the door. His shoulders were like basketballs. Jay had the same difficulty. His broad, muscular trunk zipped through the door of Josh's office. As the two giants passed the door, they saw Will sitting on the couch relaxing. The three massive men embraced. Roaring in deep laughter that echoed throughout the room. His pecs touched hugs and another button on the giant's shirt flew around the room. "You did not tell me you had invited my teammates... hahahaha... little Josh, you're a kid full of surprises" Will leaned in and gave Josh a bear hug that narrowly broke the skinny little ribs scientist. "Woow! Will... hehehe... all right" Josh said ashamed when he was put on the floor. "So... what's the point of meeting here, little shit? I need to get back to the downtown office" Henry looked at his watch. "You were lucky I had a vacant time. So be quick" Josh was silent as he looked at Henry. "The Beast" Henry Cavill as he was called at school had a heyday of 7'6" and weighed over 650 pounds of torn muscles and hairy body. "Just a minute... Craig is still missing..." "What? Did you call the monster Craig Golias?" The three men said in unison as a loud knock was heard at the door. "It must be him" Josh walked away and ran to the door. When Josh opened the door, his heart quickened and almost came out of his mouth with the shock he had taken. The little scientist stood at the crotch of the man in front of him. Josh could smell the musky masculine scent of the giant's crotch. "Hello, little shit Josh! You're going to invite me in, or I need to tear down the wall to get in" There came a deep voice from the top of the biggest pecs Josh had ever seen in his life. Silently he indicated the entrance. But this man was even harder to get through the picture of the door. He was a taller head than every picture in the door. They were now complete. The test subjects were assembled to begin the experiment. "I... I'm going to need to get your statistics" "As you wish, little shit," Jay Cutler said, coming back out of the kitchen with a packet of chips. "Just make sure nothing's going to hurt us" "This is going to hurt you, man. Oh fuck! These snacks smell like fart" Will said, taking the package from Jay's hands and pinching his nose. The giants were teasing and smiling. "What does that really mean, Joshie? I need to get back to work. I'm a very busy lawyer" Henry Cavill spoke as he rolled up the sleeves of his social linen arm and showed off his furry mammoth forearms. "Bluntly... see that" Josh spoke and pressed a button on his remote. Then a compartment in the center of the room was opened and a cage appeared containing the largest mouse the world has ever seen. The mouse was now the size of a pig. "Oh fuck! What kind of thing do you grow here, little shit?" Craig said, startled by the size of the animal. "I'm doing some kind of growth serum for regenerating human organs. Initially it would be sold to the army, but I was prevented by the supervisory bodies from doing tests on humans. That's why I called you. The greatest men I've ever known in life and who would never give up the chance to get even bigger... my god! Look at you... Craig... how tall and heavy are you?" "8'6" and 750 pounds. "Craig did a double bicep pose. "And you, Henry? You've become one of the biggest and most successful lawyers in town ... how tall and heavy are you? " "Well... I... I have 7'6" and 650 pounds" He smiled and scratched the trunk. "And you Jay Cutler and Will? You are muscular beasts... " "I have 7'4" and over 650 pounds" Jay did a double biceps pose imitating Craig. "And I know your dream of getting bigger. Have you ever thought about doubling in size? I can guarantee this with only one shot. Is to take or leave" Josh showed the injections inside a suitcase. And the eyes of the giant men gleamed as they saw the possibility of getting even bigger and stronger. "I'll get it" Craig was the first to say. "I'm with the Goliath monster" Will said giving a high-five to the older friend. "I can not stay out of it. I also get" Jay spoke and bouncing the pecs. "If I die, or something bad happens... I'll blow your head like a grape, Joshie. I'll take it, too" Henry announced. Josh smiled. He was excited to start his tests. "So... let's get started, guys"

Close Encounters with Joshua Banks - Chapter I He was my neighbor, had been since I was a little boy and his family moved to our city but we have never really been friends because we were pretty much opposites. I was your typical video game addicted, friendless nerd, while he was the jock superstar of our high school. The fact that we were never really friends quickly changed during our last summer break before we went off to college. Both our parents were gone, we were home alone and thanks to some miracle, we became very acquainted with each other. It was a fateful summer afternoon when I decided to leave my natural habitat, my basement, and go to the balcony. I didn't leave because I wanted to get some fresh air or maybe a tan in the beautiful sun, but because I wanted to marvel at the beautiful view. And, wow what I view I had from the balcony. I could stare straight into Joshua's garden and watch him in all his 200 pound glory as he sat on a lounge chair, eyes closed and enjoying the warm sun. His muscles heaved, massive balloon like pecs moving up and down with every breath, veins snaking all the way from his massive neck over his huge guns to his thick forearms and tree trunk legs which could barely be contained by shorts that were about two sizes too small. I sat there for what must have been an hour, just staring at him, admiring every single part of his glorious body. But then after some time I could not take it anymore, my dick was begging to be released and so I did. I took it out and began jerking off, keeping my eyes on Joshua the whole time. Suddenly his eyes flashed open and looked directly at me. I was startled, frozen, unsure of what to do. My heart stopped for a second, fearing what would happen next but then flashed a killer smile and ran his hand through his brown hair, flexing his massive bicep. That was more than I could take and I blew my load right then and there. Ashamed and confused, I ran back inside, into the shower and just sat there, trying to figure out whether I had just imagined that smile and he was actually plotting a way to kill me or not. The thought of his massive biceps bulging out as he choked the life out of me actually aroused me again which triggered me to start another jerk off session. After showering I decided to go to the living room and watch some Netflix in order to get rid of all thoughts related to Joshua. That became nearly impossible when I heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath, braced myself and opened the door. Joshua stood there, now with a shirt that did little to hide his hulking physique, but to my surprise he wasn't here to kill me. Instead he had a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, sorry to impose but I just lost my measuring tape so could I maybe borrow yours," he asked, acting as if he hadn't seen my jerking off to him earlier. "I-I-erm-sure," I stuttered back. "J-just wait a second." I rushed into the kitchen and fetched it for him. "Here you are," I said, trying to force a smile. He grabbed it and gave me a very strong handshake with his massive hand as a thank you. He turned around to leave and I was about to close the door, before he turned back around. "Actually, could I ask you for one more favor?" he began. "I need the tape to measure my biceps but it's a kind of hard to do that on your own. If it's not too much trouble, I'd really appreciate it if you came over and helped me measure them." I don't think that I have ever agreed to anything as fast in my life as to that. We walked over to his house, where he led me the home gym in his basement. My hands were visibly shaking, as he flexed his right arm. It just looked so marvelous as it squeezed against the fabric of his shirt. Then I put the measuring tape around it and God did his arm feel god. I only got to touch it with a few fingers for a few fleeting second but it felt so warm and hard. 17 inches was the number on the tape. "New record for this bad boy.," he smiled. "But we're gonna have to top that today. You mind waiting as I pump up these guns? It's not gonna take long. I just need you to measure one of them afterwards." That was a lie. It took long, he worked out his arms for an hour, but I was more than happy to wait and watch him. I felt like I was in heaven, watching him move weights up and down, pumping his biceps to new heights. My favorite part of his workout was when he did bicep curls. It was such a beautiful exercise to watch because you could his biceps or his thick looked as if they were about to rip out of their beat red skin. Luckily they didn't rip out of the skin but out of Joshua's tight shirt. The shirt had fought long and well but it proved no match for Joshua's arms, as it slowly ripped at the seams with each curl. After the hottest hour of my life (up until that point), Joshua asked me to lay on his back as he did push ups. "I always do a hundred or so push ups after each workout but they've become too easy so I need some extra weight." By then, my boner was unbearably hard but I didn't care and I doubt he did either. He took off his shirt and dropped to the ground, in perfect push up position. I slowly got his wide and shredded back, my boner pressing onto his hard, round ass and awkwardly holding onto him by his shoulders, because I was too shy to touch his arms. "What are you doing? You know you can hold onto my arms, right?" he said, seemingly reading my mind. So I did as I was told and if I hadn't reached heaven yet, I had now. It is a miracle that I didn't blow my third load of the day right then and there. In the entire 18 years of my existence, I had never felt anything so arousing. His biceps were like warm granite, pulsing with power and flexing and unflexing with every push up. I burrowed my fingers into his arms as they were unflexed, but they immediately pushed my fingers away once he went down and no matter what I did, once they were flexed, they were impenetrable. Finally after going up and down 200 hundred times at an unbelievable speed, I was instructed to get off him back and pull out the measuring tape. He gritted his teeth, growled and flexed his arm, somehow pumping up his already pumped to the max bicep even more, as I put the tape around his arm. I am not the most knowledgeable person when it comes to bodybuilding but I am pretty sure a two inch pump isn't normal, yet that is exactly what the tape showed. A staggering 19 inches. As I read him the number, Joshua raised his arms into a breathtaking double-bicep pose and roared: "I'M A BEAST." That was just the first of my many encounters with Joshua...

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Chapter 18 I woke up the next morning feeling like the night before had been a fairy tale or a dream, but the real world soon reminded me of my very visceral reality. My gigantic morning wood stuck up obscenely. When I went to roll out of my bed, I nearly crushed my nuts between my humongous thighs, and when I stood up, I hit the floor with a loud thud, unused to my weight. I was delighted to see an oversized robe with a note pinned to it in Dave’s handwriting. It said, “Bought you a new closetful of clothes because we knew you’d say yes. The fashion choices are a little scarcer at your sizes, but I recommend the burgundy turtleneck and the black slacks for chem lecture today.” I quickly took care of my morning ablutions because I knew I would need more time this morning to break off my social engagements. And to dress. The pants were just a little to tight around my ass and crotch, but the waist was perfect, thankfully. You could tell I had a monster in my pants, but it was all contained. The shirt, which looked red to me, showed everything. It was a long sleeve turtleneck that looked way too small, but it kept stretching, and stretching, and stretching, until it was completely on. Somehow, it felt equally tight on my shoulders, chest, and arms while still feeling smooth and soft to the touch. The fit was surprisingly risqué. My nipples were front and center, and I could see every single one of my abs through the shirt. I was going to turn heads in this shirt. Before I left my room, I went through my phone and texted every guy who might expect a hookup in the near future. It didn’t feel like that many guys when I started, but, somehow, I’d become promiscuous this past month. I knew it was tacky to do this over text, but I consoled myself by tailoring each text to each guy, showing each he was unique. When I sent the final text, I was shocked to find I might be late to class. I wanted to run to make up the lost time, but even walking was surprisingly difficult. My legs had to negotiate around my legs, so I had a slight swagger to my walk. And I grazed three different door frames because I just went further out than I thought I did. It was going to be another adjustment period. I was usually the first person in chemistry, but because of how long everything took that morning, the room was mostly full. Dave was in his usual seat in the front row. When he saw me, he stood and applauded. Everyone turned to see what he was applauding, and when they saw me in my new clothes (and my new body) some other people joined in. One whistled. I bowed and took my seat next to Dave. Dave’s eyes were glued to my crotch. “My boyfriend is a greedy man,” he said. “He didn’t tell me he was going to super-size junior, or I would have bought you pants with more room in the front.” After a pause, he added under his breath, “I would have had to special order them.” Taking notes in chem lecture was an obstacle course. The chairs in the classroom had pillar desks, those desks on hinges that can swing up and over to hold your books. Mine was too small for my notebook and my forearm. Then, I had to lean forward to see all of my notes over my pecs, and my bicep kept bumping into other parts of my body as I moved my pen. Every time I shifted position in my seat, my chest bounced and heaved. The whole thing was so erotic that I began to tent in my pants, which pushed the desk up, causing everything to slowly slide off the top. I was becoming an impediment to my own education. At one point, I thought Dave was looking over at my notebook to see what I was writing, but he was filming me with his cell phone. I really hoped the video was only for him and Luke and that he didn’t post it on Pornhub or something like that. When class got out, Dave and I walked to the cart to get breakfast. He was under strict orders to make sure I had a healthy breakfast, especially because I’d skipped our group workout that morning. At one point in the conversation, Dave said, “Victor’s going to flip over your new muscles.” “Victor may,” I said, “but I don’t think that matters.” “And pray tell why not?” “James.” “What about James?” “He didn’t tell you this morning?” “He didn’t show up either. You were both no-shows.” I told Dave about the conversation James and I had the prior night. Shocked, Dave turned to me and stopped me in my tracks. “Really? You and James? After a ménage a trois with me and my boyfriend, you and James started dating last night. And you waited until after chemistry to tell me?” I nodded. “Finally!” Before Dave could stop himself, he’d thrown himself around me in a hug. “There is so much more of you to hug,” he added, gripping the muscles of my upper back. I pushed him away. “I think Luke and James would prefer this hug ended.” “Right. Right,” Dave said. “And what do you mean ‘Finally’?” “James is in love with you.” There was no sarcasm or humor in his voice; it was flat and affectless. “No, he isn’t. He had a crush.” “James is in love with you,” Dave insisted. Desperately needing more information, I pulled Dave out of the walkway into the shady corner of a building and threw him up against the wall. I guess I pulled with more force than I needed to because Dave was wobbling when I let go. “Thank you, sir. Can I have another?” he quipped. “What do you mean James is in love with me?” “He always has been. I thought you knew.” He paused, and a devilish light took his eyes. “You didn’t know. I knew you were naïve, but not clueless.” “How do you know this?” “Do you need a refresher course in the history of James and Chris? Okay. You and Luke have known each other forever, the three of us met at the LGBT center Welcome Freshman Dance. We didn’t meet James for a month after that. Right? We were the three musketeers for a while. Pop quiz. How did we meet James?” “He randomly sat next to us at lunch one Monday, and he just did that every day for a week, and so we adopted him because it seemed like he didn’t have any other friends.” “What a weird and uncharitable way to remember that.” “How do you remember it?” “James sat down next to you. Always next to you. Back when Luke and I weren’t dating, we didn’t have assigned seats, and James always sat next to you. I tried to sit next to you once that first week, and James poked me in the back of the head with his tray until I moved. And when you asked him why he didn’t sit with his friends, he said he’d rather sit next to you.” “That doesn’t mean…” “He eats out of bowls because you used to make him so nervous that he’d stumble. He broke two plates that first week. They didn’t even make it to the table. Unlike the plates, the bowls in the cafeteria are plastic. He can’t break those. He kept the bit up all these years because it makes you laugh. He really likes making you laugh. That’s why he makes jokes about toast donuts, on the off-chance you’ll find them funny.” “That’s why he eats out of bowls?” “He followed you around like a puppy all freshman year. And when he learned that you were gay, he tried to come out to you too, but he got all tongue-tied. He still gets tongue-tied around you. When you’re not around, he’s actually quite witty and eloquent. Still weird, but witty and eloquent about it.” “James?” “Sometimes he acts like he doesn’t see you or recognize you just to see how long it takes you to talk to him.” “Seriously?” “How could you not know any of this? When he found out you like bigger guys, he began lifting weights like a maniac. Cause and effect. I mean, he was always buff, but he got bodybuilder big for you.” “I thought he was doing that for him.” “I always thought you two had some kind of arrangement.” Dave went back to the path, and I followed. We resumed our trip to the cart. When we got there, Dave went to get our breakfasts. I made a beeline to James, who was waiting at our usual picnic table with Luke. The grass was still wet from last night. When he saw me coming, he broke out into a big beaming smile and waved. He attempted to stand up to greet me, but his feet got tangled in the picnic table, and he fell face first onto its surface. I rushed over as quick as I could and put my hands on either side of his face. He looked up, and I kissed him softly. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” he said. Luke raised an eyebrow quizzically. “What’s this?” he asked. “James and I started dating last night,” I said matter-of-factly. James blushed a deep red. Excited by the news, Luke shouted, “Finally!” and celebratorily punched me in the shoulder. “Ow,” he added, shaking his fist in pain. James cozied up to me at breakfast, my arm over his shoulders the whole time. I felt so comfortable and so at peace, I’d almost forgotten I was trying out for the soccer team that afternoon.

Chapter 15 Something felt so right, so natural, about being with Luke and Dave. I could feel their love for each other radiating heat. But I wasn’t just a prop in their sex; they wanted me there. Their affection for me, though different from their connection, was as palpable as Luke’s chest or Dave’s cock—up front and ever-present. Through a dark, windowless room lit only by security lights and the glow coming from the hot tub itself, they led me into the water, the three of us almost moving as one body. Mist and liquid swirled around us as we fell into a comfortable position. Luke sat with his back against the wall of the hot tub, his legs stretching forward. I was on top of him, face to face, his sunglasses periodically releasing chilling drops as steam condensed on their glassy finish. I was intensely kissing his mouth, his chin, his neck, his shoulders. My right hand explored his defined arm and smooth pecs. Our stiff cocks collided into each other, trapped between our hard abs. Dave was behind me, kissing the top of my shoulder. His left arm reached around to stroke my pec, his pinky circling my nipple. His right arm reached past me to lovingly stroke the back of Luke’s head. My left hand reached back behind me to run my fingers through Dave’s hair. I could feel Dave’s coarse chest hair, slick with water, scrape along my shoulder blades, his erect and impressive dick press into the small of my back just above my ass. We stayed interlocked like that, a tangle of bodies, for a seeming eternity until I felt Dave slip into my ass with surprising swiftness, spreading it further than it ever had. The water lubricated its passage, and soon, Dave was fully inside me. I put up no resistance and let out a low moan. He stopped kissing me for a second to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be shy.” Needing no further prompt, I tried to line the tip of my cock with Luke’s hole. The current fought me, dragging my length one way and then another, gently pulling on my cock like an invisible hand. In the thickness of the water, I had an unwieldy beast, so I stopped kissing to focus on my ten inches, needing both hands to steady it. A wide smile spread across Luke’s face as he leaned back in anticipation. Once I had my cock aimed properly, I pushed a few inches in gently. Luke’s ass was firm and warm, a tight fit, but pliant and welcoming. Luke sat up just a little. “You can do better than that, buddy,” he encouraged. Taking my cue, I rammed my full length into his waiting ass. “Holy shit!” he screamed. His whole body tensed, and his face froze in a rictus of pleasure. He took off his sunglass and placed them to the side of the hot tub. Tendrils of steam curled around his head. “I knew you had it in you.” “And now it’s in you,” I added. I wrapped both arms around Luke for support, Dave braced his arms on the wall on either side of Luke’s shoulders, and the dance began. We slowly found a rhythm, Dave thrusting into me, me thrusting into Luke, Luke thrusting in and out in contrapuntal movement. As soon as the three of us reached a steady, metronomic interval, Luke said one word. “Faster.” Dave and I picked up our speed, and Luke began growling and panting, occasionally clenching his jaw in carnal pleasure. My nerves were afire. Dave had the largest cock I’d ever taken, and at this intense pace, my prostate was a bundle of sparks and sensations. My own cock was similarly tingling with electricity as I plumbed the depths of Luke’s tight ass. The head of my cock sent constant and instantaneous messages to my brain. Through his guttural moans, Luke made a new command. “Harder.” Dave’s cock bottomed out so hard, I momentarily lost the rhythm, but found it again as I ratcheted up my own force to keep up with Dave’s power. Luke began turning his head back and forth, his eyes completely closed. My breathing was getting short and fast, and Dave was emitting a string of meaningless sounds under his breath. I was nearing climax when Luke barked, “Faster.” Like a train going down a hill, our speed increased a little, then a little more, then a lot more until we were three bodies careening into each other in a chain of erotic sensation. Dave’s right hand left the wall of the hot tub, went under the water, and found Luke’s cock, stroking it up and down, helping his lover along to climax. Dave exploded into my ass first, letting loose a scream in an octave lower than I knew he could reach. As he came, his hand tightened around Luke’s cock, causing him to release his seed into the water, a small grey cloud. The excitement of their orgasms pushed me to my own. I felt the entire length and girth of my cock vibrate as I was racked with an orgasm. I clenched my ass around Dave’s cock and roared. Dave leaned around me to kiss Luke deeply and passionately. While catching their breath, the two repeated, “I love you so much,” back and forth. Realizing this was lovers’ time, I extricated myself and rested on the other side of the hot tub. After recuperating for a minute or two, Dave got off of Luke and sat next to him in the water. Luke wrapped his arm around Dave and pulled him closer. “That was intense,” I said, not entirely sure if it was time to talk again. “You don’t have to be done yet,” Dave replied. “Not if you don’t want to be.” “Oh?” I said as little as I could, wary of misstep. “It’s still Luke’s birthday, after all.” Luke whispered into Dave’s ear, and Dave nodded. He looked at me and added, “If you’re up for it, Luke has a fantasy he’d love fulfilled.” “More than a threesome in a hot tub?” “You see,” Dave continued, “Luke’s always been more athletic than the men he’s slept with. More muscular. Larger.” Dave paused for emphasis. “He’s never been with a guy who’s bigger.” He paused again and gave me his most dazzling smile. “A Big Guy.”

Chapter 12 “I have a favor to ask,” Luke said. It was a Wednesday afternoon, almost four weeks after the showcase. “Oh?” I mumbled, just articulately enough to demonstrate I was only half-listening. I had a huge math set to finish, an important lab report to write, and a philosophy essay to research, and I wanted as much of it done before the weekend so I could continue to have a full social life. “I think you might even like it,” he added. “Yeah?” I didn’t look up from my homework. “Can you pause the trig, buddy?” “Calc,” I said. I put down my pen and turned around in my desk chair to look at him. “Okay. You have my full attention.” “Every year, the soccer team does a big charity fundraiser.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Last year you did that shirtless car wash.” “Exactly. Since that did so well, this year we decided to do a calendar.” “Perfect stocking stuffer.” “And we decided to do something like Dieux du Stade.” “The guys on your soccer team have heard of Dieux du Stade?” “Dave suggested it.” “That makes more sense.” I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. “We already booked the cameraman, non-refundable deposit…” After Luke paused for a few seconds, I filled in the blanks. “No.” “We don’t have enough guys.” “Aren’t there 30 guys on your soccer team?” “28. Only 11 guys volunteered.” “Shouldn’t you have realized this before you paid the cameraman?” “You have to book a professional weeks in advance. Originally, more guys volunteered. Until they Googled Dieux du Stade. By then it was too late.” “They don’t want to go Full Monty.” “Exactly. Especially since you’re packing these days, I figured you’d be up for it.” “You over-estimate my confidence.” “Do I?” Luke smiled lasciviously. “I guess not.” The thought of posing nude for a camera was actually thrilling; it was everything else that was a red flag. “You’ll be the twelfth guy?” Luke was keen. “Just do a group shot for the twelfth month. Merry Christmas; here’s eleven studs.” “The group shot’s the cover.” “So do two group shots.” “That would be cheap. This is for charity, buddy. We want it to be a big seller” “Get your Dave to do it. It was his idea, and he’s always talking about how he could be in a pin-up calendar.” “Dave wants a calendar all to himself. Also, he’s not on the soccer team.” “Neither am I.” This was getting ridiculous. “About that.” I turned my desk chair around in an attempt to end the conversation. Luke came over to my chair, spun it back around, and crouched down so we were at eye level. “One of our teammates is transferring in late October, so we won’t have a full roster for the end of the season. I talked to the coach and the guys on the team, and they were willing to give you a special tryout.” “That’s absurd on the face of it.” “They only agreed because they want you in the calendar.” “Why?” “You don’t know the rep you’ve built in the past month. You got hot overnight, and now you’re a campus sex symbol. Three different guys a week, easy. And you had loud sex at a party with the captain of the basketball team. People, even some straight guys, want to see you naked. You in the calendar would guarantee half of campus buys one.” “Get James to do it. He’s hotter than I am.” “James would never pose nude, and you know it. Not to mention that most people find James weird.” “James is beyond weird. That’s part of his charm.” “Try out for the team. If you don’t make the team, you don’t have to do it.” “I don’t even know the rules of soccer.” “But you’ve come to a bunch of my games.” “And I cheered when our school cheered,” I admitted. “You don’t know the rules?” “Get ball in net. Past that, I’m fuzzy.” Luke sat on the floor, looking slightly defeated. “It’s not that big of a deal. There are a thousand other solutions to this problem.” “It’s not just about the team. I wanted to do this together.” I looked at him, confused. “It’s our last year of college, buddy. We’ve been friends since, what? Seventh grade? Sixth? After we graduate, we might go entirely different ways. I hope we don’t. But you never know. And you did the showcase with Dave, and I wanted something like that too. Something that was the two of us. Training you for the tryout. Intense and alone. Then playing a game with you on the field, Dave cheering in the stands.” Luke was dead serious. I looked over to my wall calendar to see if I could rearrange things to fit in soccer training and saw the next day’s date. I let out a defeated sigh. “Consider this your birthday present,” I said. “Was that a yes?” “I’ll try out for the team. I make no other guarantees.” Luke jumped to his feet. “The tryout is Friday afternoon.” I’d have to finish my homework on Sunday.

Part I: “What is this again?” I asked as we pulled back the colorful curtains shrouding the door. “It’s a Resolution booth. Or some kind of psychic. Or something… I don’t really know, but everyone here is doing it and it looks like fun.” Jake flipped his 2019-shaped glasses up on his head and brushed some confetti off of his beefy bare torso. The New Year just rang in, and everyone at the party was lining up to start their resolutions early. We weren’t at a shirtless-themed party, but Jake had a tendency of ripping off whatever was covering his shredded 220 lb. frame after a few drinks. Walking into the dark, candle-lit room was a staggering contrast from the glittery disco lights and loud music from behind us. Inside, couples and friends were huddled around little round tables, quietly laughing and scribbling notes on small sheets of paper. A sign on the wall hung above a cubby station with stacks of blank sheets and pencils, saying: RESOLUTION BOOTH: WRITE DOWN THREE RESOLUTIONS, FOLD THE PAPER TWICE, AND SEE MME. RÊVE BEFORE YOU LEAVE KEEP YOUR RESOLUTIONS SECRET! Not wasting a moment, maybe still a little buzzed, Jake ran forward like an excited schoolkid and grabbed a handful of supplies. “This is perfect man,” he said smiling, heading towards an empty writing table. “It’s not a New Year unless you make commitments to make yourself better. What are your resolutions going to be this year?” I rolled my eyes, taking a pencil from him. “The sign literally says to keep your resolutions secret. And it doesn’t really matter—everyone forgets about these things before February anyway.” Jake shook his head. “Not me man. I’m committing this year. I’m going to cut down on the booze and really get to work on finishing my 8-pack.” Jake started eagerly scribbling stuff down right away. Looking down at my own paper though, it looked so white and empty. How do people like Jake come up with these things so easily? I didn’t even know where to begin. All things considered, I was pretty happy with Jake as my stereotypical jockey roommate, and I actually had a pretty wholesome, productive year. Still drawing a blank, I began to wonder, no one but me will ever actually see this, right? This whole thing is a bit of a joke, so why write down anything serious? Why not shoot for the moon? Or the dark side of the moon? Smirking a little, I quickly jotted three quick bullet points down. I will eat, lift, and grow nonstop, packing on more muscle and growing bigger every single day. I will have mindblowing sex with my roommate over and over, growing more fucking virile and horny for him each time. I will be an unrecognizable, insatiable muscle fuck-beast by the end of this year. “Let me see it!” Jake said suddenly, making a lunging swipe for my paper. Totally caught off-guard, my heart lunged in my chest as he pushed his naked torso up against me, trying to grab it from my hand. Fuck he was so strong too—wrestling with him was like trying to fend off a massive, roided out animal. ‘Oh God, he can never NEVER see this,’ my mind screamed. He was clearly still a little inebriated though, and after struggling with him for a few seconds he quickly tripped over his own weight and knocked over the table. The papers fluttered through the air as a few people gasped. Not taking any chances, I swiped the paper from the carpet before Jake even realized he was on the ground. “Haha, nice try Jake. My resolutions are sealed for the year,” I said, putting it out of his reach and folding the paper. Jake was a big guy, but being religious gym partners with him, I was almost neck-to-neck with his own mass and could fend him off well enough when he was tipsy enough. “Mmmmfff…” he grunted, grinning as he hauled himself up. “Well, I guess I’ll get you next year. Those gains in the gym have been paying off for you.” Looking around the ground for a minute, he found his own paper and folded it as well. “Last step is to get these christened, right? Ready to go?” Still clutching my own resolutions tightly, we walked towards the back room, where a lady in her thirties decked out in in a 1920’s style flapper dress was waiting for us at a table. Really odd for a professional psychic, but then again, we were at a New Year’s party. “What was all that commotion about?” Mme. Reve snapped in a hard-Brooklyn accent, looking extremely peeved. "Did you break my table out there?” “Errr… really sorry Miss! The table is fine. Just trying to kick of the new year with a fun start!” Jake laughed. She leered at us for a moment before finally saying, “Well, I have about 40 more of you morons to get through before the night is up, so let’s speed this along. Hold up your resolutions.” I held up my sheet of paper in front of me as Jake did the same. “Now then,” she said, “Focus on your paper. Look straight into the white of the page and feel the intention behind it. Feel the warmth of it in your hand. Bind yourself to its will, and it will happen.” I never believe in silly things like this, but for a moment, I really did feel tied to that little white sheet in front of me—like it was almost growing warmer and warmer in my hand. Heavier, almost. The longer I looked, the harder it was to look away. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jake right beside me, his chest slumped and jaw hanging dumbly ajar. Without warning, she grabbed the resolution out of our hands. It happened so quickly, it felt like being slapped awake from a soft dream. I had to blink a few times. Running her hands the resolutions, she slipped a small round sticker over each crease. “These are sealed for the rest of the year,” she ordered. “Put them in a place where you won’t lose them, and open them up again next New Year’s Eve to see how far you’ve come. If you’re happy with the results then, my card is at the front if you want to pay me back.” Slowly rousing up, Jake said, “Uhh, wow. Thank you very much Miss.” Smiling in return, she said, “Sure. Now get the fuck out of here.” The burning daylight slipping through my bedroom curtains slowly stirred me awake. Grunting, I rolled over and checked my phone. 11 AM on January 1—the next day. Glancing over, I noticed the crisp resolution note sitting on my bedside table where I left it. I’m not sure why I didn’t throw it right away, but there was time for that later. Reaching over, I picked up the note, and unwrapped the stickers to re-read what I wrote the night before. Glancing at it though, I realized it wasn’t my note at all. Give up alcohol Make more money Tune my body to be the perfect boyfriend ‘The fuck?’ I wondered. This was Jake’s handwriting. Where was my note? Outside my room, I heard some plates and pots clanging. The waft of cooked bacon and eggs slowly crept into my room as a roar of our blender began to whir. Jumping out of my bed in my boxers, I opened my door and walked into the kitchen area. The entire place, normally pristine, was a complete mess. Our entire carton of 2 dozen eggs were cracked and emptied out, with empty packages of bacon sticking out of the garbage can. Streaks of protein powder and dirty plates covered the counters and our last carton of milk lay empty on its side. Suddenly, I heard a loud slurping coming from the other room. Turning out from the kitchen, I nearly walked straight into Jake’s shirtless back, bulging and throbbing with muscle. Completely unaware of me, he was rabidly chugging down a protein shake straight from the blender, not even pausing for a single breath. He audibly growled like a beast as he mindlessly continued to swallow gulp after gulp, his back muscles heaving in and out with every chug. I had never seen him looked so jacked. Finishing the last dribbles of the shake, he lowered the blender and whipped away a thick stream of drool falling from his mouth. Totally intoxicated with himself, he finally turned around and noticed me standing behind him. “UHH, God look at me…” he said, glancing down at the massive gut jutting out from under him. His trim six pack had given way to a massive solid ball of muscle that looked so firm, you could bounce a dime off of it. I paused. “Holy shit Jake. Are you okay?” Chest lurching, he let out a gigantic burp. “Uggh... fuck. Yeah bro, just so fucking HUNGRY. Want to go to the gym?”

Chapter 7 The trip to the mall was a whirlwind. Dave stayed in the dressing room with me the whole time making sure I tried on every scrap of fabric he handed me and that my “lines were straight,” whatever that meant. Wearing clothes is an entirely different experience when some parts of you bulge out and other parts of you go in. In my past experience, clothes looked pretty much the same on the rack as me. Not anymore. Some of the clothes that looked amazing on the hanger looked distorted and misshapen on my body, and some of the clothes that looked pornographically too small ended up fitting just right. Dave made me try on approximately 700 articles of clothing, including a pair of leather pants. As soon as I had those on, I realized I was still bare-chested, so I asked, “What shirt goes with this?” He took a picture of me with his cell phone. “Those were just for me. For later. You can move on to the next outfit, now.” We ended up buying a closet’s worth of clothing. “Are you sure you’re okay buying all this?” I asked him. “Oh, yes. Mother gets worried about me if I don’t put the occasional dent in her credit card.” He then raised his eyebrows and added, “And I only bought things that look good on both of us. If you grow too big for these clothes, I just doubled my wardrobe.” When I handed back all the clothes we weren’t buying to the sales rep, her hand lingered on mine, she smiled brightly, and then she said, “Is there anything I can help you with personally?” I dismissed her because I was very ready to leave the clothes store, and she insisted she ring me up personally and drew a smiley face next to her name on the receipt. As soon as we were out of earshot, I asked Dave what that had all been about. “She was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. The salon was similarly weird. Every place I’d ever gotten my hair cut before was staffed with middle aged, cigar-smoking men. The sorts of places that have deer heads on the wall and copies of Golfer’s Digest in the waiting area. This place looked the like a spa or a trendy hotel. Dave had called ahead and cashed in a few chits to get his favorite stylist, and he made sure this adorable morsel named Enrique washed my hair. Enrique took ten minutes to wash my hair, taking occasional breaks to massage my neck and shoulders in the trickling, warm water. His hands were dexterous and confident, but the whole time, he kept up a non-stop stream of idle chatter about his ex-boyfriend and the difficulties of buying a new mattress. When he was finally done washing my hair and out of earshot, I turned to Dave and asked, “What was that?” “He was flirting with you,” Dave replied, matter-of-factly. When we got to the stylist’s chair, Dave hugged the stylist, a short, energetic twink with a shock of blue hair. “Anthony, are you ready to work your magic on my good friend? Anthony kissed the air next to Dave’s cheek and took step back. He looked me up and down and said, “Aren’t you just a slice of terrific?” He escorted me to the chair and turned promptly back do Dave. “Same shade I use on you, right?” “You dye your hair?” I interrupted. “And if you tell Luke, I castrate you.” He returned his attention to Anthony. “Yes, same shade, same style, same everything.” For the next forty-five minutes, Anthony performed the task of copying Dave’s haircut on my head. The chemist in me wanted to know what strange alchemical brew he was applying to my scalp, but while Anthony worked his wonders, Dave drilled my lines into my head. We were the only two people in the scene, so half the lines were mine. This was going to be harder than he made it sound. When Anthony finished, I stared back into the mirror. All he could say was, “Gorgeous.” I agreed. I was a knockout as a blond. The next thing I knew, I was back at Dave’s dorm room. He was sitting on my lap and plucking my eyebrows. “I’m sure there are people at the mall who could’ve done this without straddling me,” I suggested. “I always do my own eyebrows, Chrissy. This means that today I do yours, and I have to get this close to see what I’m doing.” One eyebrow hair was particularly stubborn, so Dave had to lean in really close. My chest, so much larger than I was accustomed to, was pressed firmly up against his, our two hard bodies unrelenting and resolved. His sculpted rear end ground deeper into my crotch. My cock woke up and stretched itself to its full length. Feeling my erection, Dave readjusted his seat. “Thank you for a lovely compliment.” He got off my lap, gently patted my cock through my jeans, and added, “but we’re done.” I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall between his closet and his bed. I barely recognized myself. The haircut, the eyebrows… and I was just now noticing that with the extra muscle, my face was filling out in a noticeable but not overt way. “I grabbed a dinner for you at the mall and put it in my mini-fridge. It’s sickeningly healthy.” Dave was immune to paradox. “Call me if you need anything, and feel free to masturbate up the place. My roommate went home for the weekend.” As soon as Dave left, I stripped naked. Dave’s mirror wasn’t as big as Luke’s, but it was big enough for me to take in my entire upper body. I leaned against the wall, bracing myself with my left arm. Holding my whole body up with one arm made my bicep bulge and veins rise to the surface. Drinking in my musculature, I reached for my cock with my right hand. It felt strong and large against my dick. Yet somehow, familiar. The whole time I stroked myself, especially because of the black frame around the mirror, it felt like I was staring at a hot, blond TV star. It was only two minutes until I exploded. As I stared at my wide eyes and agape mouth, I realized that this was the first time I’d seen myself orgasm. That thought alone re-intensified the sensation, and I climaxed louder. I’d always been quiet in bed, but something about this big body demanded volume, both in decibels and seminal output. I was a little sad that it was over so quickly. I cleaned up my ejaculation and went over to the mini-fridge and pulled out dinner. As soon as I’d eaten, it would be time to go again. Round two would be slower and more self-indulgent.

Chapter 6 Dave pushed me down into my usual chair in the cafeteria with a thud. “Stay here,” he commanded like I was a dog. Luke held back his laugh as the two of them went off to gather our lunches. So much was familiar, and so much was strange and new. Dozens of times I’d seen Dave wear this outfit—royal blue dress shirt and just too tight jeans. But it was weird seeing it on my body, and even weirder that my body filled it out like Dave’s did. I sat in this chair for lunch nearly every day—we thought of it as our table. But with my recently enlarged ass, the chair felt small, and my view was higher by half an inch or so. It was a surreal experience. I shifted my bulk in the chair, trying to find a position that felt familiar, when I felt someone poking me in the back of the head with a tray. “That’s not your spot,” James said, pulling out the chair next to me, his customary seat. I turned around to attempt to explain. When he saw my face, he dropped his tray on the table, overturning his bowl of broccoli. His bowl of chicken teetered and wobbled, but stayed upright. “Fuck me, Chris!” After a pause, he added, “Fuck.” “That about sums it up,” I said. James slid into his seat, clapped his left hand to the back of my neck and shook it enthusiastically while patting my flat stomach with his right. “This is a you I really like.” “You’re not curious how I ballooned into a beefcake in one morning.” “Is that so unusual?” “Yes, James. Yes, that is very unusual.” “Are you sure?” “Am I sure that people don’t spontaneously put on 40 pounds of solid muscle in one morning? I think it would’ve been in the newspapers.” “What’s a newspaper?” His blank look indicated he had never heard that word before. “You don’t know what a newspaper is?” He cast his eyes to the side: shamefaced or guilty, I couldn’t tell. “Of course, I do. That was a joke. A joke where I pretended to be dumb.” I let it slide. James set about eating his lunch. I fell into a comfortable silence. Somehow, James being weird made me feel normal again. After his third or fourth bite, James looked up at me with a mischievous spark in his violet eyes. “What’s with the look?” I asked. “I thought you could read my mind. I expected you to slap me for that thought.” He hesitated, then added, “It was ungentlemanly.” A puzzled look colored my face. He didn’t know bagels or newspapers, but “ungentlemanly” tripped off his tongue. Before I could ask James anything, Luke and Dave came back to the table. Luke placed a tray mounded high with food in front of me. “Dig in,” Luke said as he sat in his chair opposite me. Dave, already seated, gestured to my tray. “What is this?” I asked. “Baked catfish, brown rice, and spinach,” Dave said flatly. “Yeah, I know that, but…” “I thought you liked catfish.” Disappointed, Dave’s voice rose into a higher register. “I love catfish,” I corrected, “but this is a river’s worth of catfish. And a meadow of spinach. I can’t eat all of this.” “Correction—you couldn’t eat all of this,” Dave stated. Luke explained. “It takes more fuel to power a body like yours, especially if you cut out the fries you usually have at lunch.” “I’m not naïve. I knew I wouldn’t have fries, but…” James tried to hide another furtive smirk. “Was that one ungentlemanly too?” I asked him. “If you only knew.” He chuckled sinisterly and took a bite from his fork. Ignoring James, I returned to Dave. “I’ll try to eat this, but I think most of this will go to waste.” Two minutes later, my tray was empty. Dave reached across the table to pat my head. “Good boy.” I sat there and recovered from shoveling food into my face. Luke and Dave explained to James everything that was happening. He had zero follow-up questions, so when Luke and Dave finished their lunch, we agreed that in order to hide my makeover, I’d spend the night in Dave’s room and we wouldn’t meet up until after the showcase. “I want you to get the full effect onstage tomorrow,” Dave said. “And there’s always a party after these sorts of things.” “I don’t know, babe” Luke said. “I don’t think you can make it through a whole night without me.” “Chris is spending the night in my room, not me.” “That makes more sense,” I added. With that decided, Dave stood up and grabbed everyone’s trays. James patted me on the back to say goodbye, adding, “Have fun shopping, Big…” Dave dropped the trays, spun around, and tore James’s hand off my back. “No, no, no, no, no! There will be no more Big Guys until after the showcase tomorrow night.” James looked down, castigated. “Keep your hands to yourself, mister,” Dave added, throwing James’s hand into his own lap. With that, he pulled me out of my chair and made a beeline for his car. “Are we just going to leave the trays on the floor?” I asked. “Luke will get them.”

Chapter 5 Pastel pink pulses and swirling silver sparks filled my vision. I was swallowed by a pleasure so intense that I felt gravity pull me in every direction like a whirlpool. I was simultaneously outside my body, an existence of pure joy and sensation, and inside my body, aware of every cell as I expanded outwards. Deep within the core of me, I roiled in the eddies of unbridled euphoria, no longer aware if I was standing or floating. When I came back to the world, I looked down to survey my new kingdom. I was still growing. I had already surged large enough to threaten the very limits of my clothing. I was panting rapidly to catch my breath, and my shirt burst off my expanding chest. My pecs were now large enough to extend out in supple roundness. My shoulders ripped through their respective sleeves as my shoulders crept their way into my peripheral vision. My biceps now were ripe and full, even unflexed. My back had started to expand and widen too, creating a taper down to my waist. I was still acting on reflexes, huffing for air to fuel my transformation. I tore off the shreds of my shirt and revealed that my waist, still at its former size, now sat below a six pack etched in a stark relief map of valleys and peaks. I had been so distracted by the intensity of my changes and the spectacle of my upper body that when I heard a loud pop, I didn’t immediately realize that the seat of my jeans had given way all at once. My ass had forced its way through the pants designed for a much smaller man. The seams down my thighs and calves were fraying slowly downwards, as the growing muscles of my legs unzipped the stitching. And then, calm. Seeing that the growth had subsided, Luke, with a gleam in his eye, pulled on the fabric around my waist. With a little effort, it gave, and there I stood, naked in my full majesty. Dave took a step back to admire me. “This will do nicely,” he murmured. Luke nodded, adding, “I’ll say.” Once I had finally caught my breath, my hands roamed all over myself. My body extended in dimensions it never had, like I was wearing an oversized suit of armor over my familiar, real form. If I didn’t feel my fingers press on the unrelenting flesh of my chest, I would’ve thought it was a stranger’s body. My exposed cock rose and hardened. I was so enrapt, I couldn’t speak. Suddenly, Dave’s face darkened. “I think we overdid it.” Luke moved over to stand next to Dave so he could see me from Dave’s point of view. He looked me up and down. “What do you mean? He’s perfect.” Dave dragged me to the scale. I was still pliant, so I followed. 150. “We made him bigger than me.” “Barely.” Luke said. “You’re still prettier.” “I know I’m still prettier,” Dave said. “But he’s bigger. I just became the smallest in our friend group.” “Two pounds,” Luke reassured. “It’s nothing.” Quickly but fastidiously, Dave removed his clothes until he too was naked. He pulled me down off the scale to compare our bodies side by side in Luke’s mirror. There were more obvious differences: he had a well-groomed thicket of dark blond chest hair whereas I was nearly hairless, he had a tan whereas I was still rather fair, and he had his foreskin whereas I was circumcised. But it was the subtler differences that Dave was interested in: my chest was a bit more prominent, my arms a little thicker, and my shoulders a hair broader. “It’s a good thing it’s not a nude scene,” Luke joked. “You’d need surgery to match.” When Dave looked down to compare our cocks—his was bigger—he noticed just how small my waist was. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. “I thought it was just because of his shoulders, but his waist is impossibly small. If he’d built this muscle naturally, I doubt he could’ve kept it this tiny.” Having come back into myself, I was about to ask Dave to let go when I felt his firm erection press against my ass. I broke out of his grasp, spun around, and backed away with my hands in the air. “Lower your weapon, soldier.” “Aye aye, sir,” Dave said with a salute and a wink. He gestured to his rigid eight incher. “But you armed me, Chrissy.” “It seems like you don’t care that I’m bigger than you, now.” “If you look good, I’ll look good.” Dave then threw one arm around Luke’s shoulders and pointed at him with the other. “And I like my men bigger. Besides, I’m still hunky, total pin-up material. You can’t take that away from me.” He smiled his full million-dollar smile. “Either you two need to get dressed, or I need to get naked,” Luke scoffed. Dave’s eyes bounced back between Luke and me, lurid ideas floating through his head. He was about to speak when there was an intense rumbling sound. “Was that my stomach?” I asked. “Or a truck drove through the room,” Dave replied. “That killed the sexy.” “Did you have lunch yet?” Luke added. “No. Nor breakfast.” Luke nodded. “That explains it. You just put on forty pounds of muscle, and you haven’t eaten all day.” Dave let go of Luke and began to re-dress. “So, a quick lunch, then to the mall.” “Lunch sounds amazing.” Dave stopped dressing to poke my stomach. He jammed his finger against one of my rock-hard abs, and it retained its shape like cement. “But I’m picking what you eat. I’m not having you ruin this glorious waistline before the showcase tomorrow night.” “Fine,” I said. “But can we go to the mall after my classes?” Luke looked at me quizzically. “You don’t have classes on Friday afternoon.” “It’s Friday?” “Indubitably,” Dave said, tucking his erection into his boxers. “Has been all day,” Luke confirmed. Time no longer made sense to me. “I need lunch,” I added, going to my dresser to grab some clothes. Luke laughed. “Your underwear might still fit, but nothing else will.” Dave had mostly finished dressing, but his shirt was still open and unbuttoned. He leaned over to fully examine my ass and my still erect cock. He straightened back up. “With those huge things, not even his tighty whities will fit. I’ll grab him an ensemble of mine, skivvies included. Back in a flash.” As Dave left the room, Luke followed, adding, “I should go with him or he’ll spend two hours picking you an outfit. Just cool your heels.” Alone in the room, I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite t-shirt. I’d had it since seventh grade. It was a plain green V-neck t-shirt with a pocket on the right side of the chest. I’d worn it and washed it so many times it had practically faded to grey. I wore it for sessions of intense studying, nights when we binge-watched Netflix, or times when I was feeling sick. It was the most comfortable shirt I owned, and I loved it. I held it against my torso. It looked like five sizes too small. “So long, old friend,” I said, and tossed it to the floor of my closet. I don’t know if I was talking to the shirt or myself.

Chapter 4 I knew they were attached at the hip. Luke grabbed Dave into the room and closed the door behind him. “How much did you see?” Luke asked. “Every last drop of it,” Dave replied, eyeing me up and down. “I held the door open a crack and watched the whole thing unobserved. It was practically Shakespearean.” “How’d you even open the door?” I asked. “It was locked.” “I gave him a key,” Luke said. “I didn’t think you’d mind. He’s here almost every night.” Dave strutted over to me and got in inch from my face. “And now I think I’m going to be here every night.” “I’m right here, babe,” Luke interjected. Dave turned around to look at his boyfriend. Then back at me. Then back at his boyfriend. “You’re hotter,” he said to Luke. He went over to his Luke and wrapped his arm around his waist. “I got distracted by the new and shiny.” Luke didn’t break the embrace but did pull away a little. “Forgive me?” Dave said and kissed Luke’s neck. Luke blushed a bright scarlet and pushed him away. “Alright, alright. Just keep your tongue in your head.” Dave looked back at me. “But there are so many new places to put it.” He circled me like a wolf surveying its prey. “How do you even fit in those clothes?” He was right. I looked like a stuffed sausage. I’d always been a small fellow, so I bought my clothes in sizes like small and extra small. Putting on 20 pounds in a day had forced my clothes into shapes they were not designed for. My shoulders had pulled my shirt so tight that my newly-present pecs were forcing the front of the shirt to pucker. My biceps, though still humble, had grown large enough to force the insufficient sleeves to begin to ride up. My jeans were the bigger issue. I liked those a bit tighter than my shirts, so my thighs and ass were filling them out dangerously. If I bent over suddenly, something would have to give. “I grew into them.” “You’re growing out of them,” Dave rejoindered. Luke tried to help, offering, “If you’re going to be bigger, you’re going to need bigger clothes.” Dave’s eyes flashed, and then he shook with excitement like a little kid. “Shopping! Yes! We need to go shopping!” “Shopping?” I said bluntly. “Aren’t either of you curious how I’m growing?” “It’s a gift horse, Chrissy,” Dave said, patting my cheek. “You don’t look for its mouth.” Luke chimed in with, “It’d be like asking how much a Christmas present cost.” I shrugged in defeat, causing the seams of my shirt to struggle just a little. “Oh yeah, buddy,” Luke said, practically moaning. “Do that again.” “I just shrugged. “ “Yes, but with 20 pounds of extra beef and a super tight t-shirt, it was fucking sexy,” Luke pointed out. So, I shrugged. Dave began circling me again, looking me up and down. This time, he looked more like a demolition expert deciding where to plant the dynamite. He had one finger on his lips, and his other hand was moving through the air, pointing at different parts of my body and drawing invisible lines. After thirty seconds, he stopped moving and let out a disappointed harrumph. “Well, I support the choice of tight jeans, but this,” he grabbed my t-shirt. “Can you explain this?” “Your Luke wears t-shirts all the time.” “Luke is an athlete. It’s part of his look.” “Thanks, babe,” Luke echoed. Dave scrutinized me closely. “What even is your look?” I stood there silent. “As I thought. It’s not completely unsalvageable, but since we’re buying bigger clothes anyway, I suggest a full makeover.” “What?” I ventured, but Dave wasn’t listening. “To start with, until you get a tan, I’d stay away from bright colors. Dark blues, dark purples. You’re going to want wear something like a Henley, anything to draw as much attention to your shoulders and chest. Maybe dress shirts—something with a collar—and a navy blazer because that goes with most everything. And, for God’s sake, Chrissy. Sneakers? Are you a cat burglar? No. You need some nice brogues, like an Oxford. Or a short boot. Maybe something suede.” Then, under his breath, he added, “But I don’t know if I can trust you with suede yet.” After that litany, I stood there stunned. When my senses came back to me, all I could manage was, “I can’t afford all of that.” “Well, of course I’m paying,” Dave said. “You teach me chemistry, I teach you style.” Luke coughed lightly to get our attention, then said, “Uh, babe? You described your clothes.” Dave looked down at his eggplant purple dress shirt, tight jeans, and suede chukkas. “So, I did.” He shrugged. “Now that he’s put on a little mass, we do have similar body types. I mean, we’re about the same height, similar noses, same eye color…” A mischievous grin crawled across Dave’s face. “Would you be willing to go blond?” “What? Why?” “I’ve got that showcase tomorrow night…” he trailed off. Luke, who clearly knew something I didn’t, beamed broadly and said, “That’d be so hot.” “What about the showcase?” I said. “We’re all going.” “My scene partner backed out.” “And?” “And, it’s a scene about an alcoholic confronting his mirror image.” It took me a second to process what he was hinting at, but as soon as I had it, I exploded. “No. Definitely not.” “Why not?” “I’ve never acted a day in my life.” “Yeah, but you can command a crowd. I’ve seen it at every party and karaoke night we’ve been to. Half of acting is confidence and stage presence.” “I don’t know the lines.” Luke scoffed. “A smart guy like you could learn them in an afternoon.” I felt trapped in a corner. I only saw one way out: appeal to Dave’s ego. “Even if I wanted to do it—even if—there’s no way I could copy your smile. Tom Cruise couldn’t copy your smile.” “True.” Dave smiled in agreement. “But there’s no smiling in this scene, Chrissy. It’s a sad scene.” I backed away from Dave, accidentally kicking the scale. “Okay, sure, I’ve gotten bigger, but you’ve still got 10 pounds on me. Maybe more like 20. Easily.” Dave took a step forward to bridge the distance. He gingerly placed his right hand on my cheek and said, “That’s easy enough to fix, Big Guy.” Racked with a cascade of pleasure, I felt my body surge a bit bigger. My chest blossomed a little more prominently, my arms felt constrained by the sleeves. The seams near my shoulders started to stretch. If my jeans had been tight before, now they were second skin. “You in?” I acquiesced. Dave deftly stepped around me and stood on the scale. All three of us looked down at the number together: 148. “Two more times oughta do it,” Luke said. “Want to do it together?” Dave teased. The thought hadn’t occurred to Luke. “God, yes,” he said. “We don’t know that’ll work,” I said. Sure, I liked being bigger, and I liked the attention, but this! This was too much all at once. “One way to find out,” Dave said, putting his hand on my right shoulder. Luke put his hand on my left shoulder. At the same time, they both looked at me and said, “Big Guy.”

Chapter 3 Walking back to my room was a revelation. I could no longer deny it; I was growing. Every part of my body made it clear with new sights and sensations. I could feel my ass move in my pants. Whenever I walked up an incline, I could feel it bunch and the denim of my jeans stretch a little in an attempt to accommodate. My shoulders, while not a mile wide, were noticeably bigger. My shirt was being pulled away from me. If I moved too quickly, I would get a little peek of my midriff. I had never felt sexier. The climb up to my room compounded every sensation. I never knew how much my ass was involved in going up a flight of stairs until I had more ass to use. I actually went all the way down to the bottom of the stairs just so I could climb it twice. The four flights up to my room had never winded me or exhausted me, I was in decent enough shape, but it had also never been this easy. Or thrilling. When I got to my room, I locked the door behind me. I had no idea when Luke was getting home from the gym, and I wanted a good warning. As soon as I was convinced that I wouldn’t be interrupted, I shucked off all my clothes, practically in one fluid motion. I was bigger, but I wasn’t so big that my clothes stuck. Luke had a full body mirror on the inside of his closet door, so I was able to look at myself from head down to toes. I was hot. I was no longer just a straight line. My body looked like a man’s body. I was still small by most definitions of small, but I was used to looking practically two-dimensional. Now, I felt like a giant. When I flexed my arm, a noticeable bicep formed. When I rubbed my flat stomach, there was resistance, and—maybe I was kidding myself—the faintest ridges. I had to check, so I flexed my stomach, and a four pack came into slight relief. I couldn’t stop myself from beaming as I looked at every inch of my body. My legs didn’t look anemic, but rather looked like I was a recreational runner. My chest was no longer concave, but rather looked like I was a routine swimmer. My arms, the part of myself I had always been most insecure about, no longer looked like twigs, but rather like I could throw a football back and forth with the guys. I remembered back in high school when everyone was going through puberty, I just got taller and hairier. Everyone else’s body changed shape. Some people, like Luke, had bodies that fairly exploded into male pulchritude. For the first time in my life, I looked at my body and saw that I was a man. I felt manly. I had to see how much I weighed. I’d been roughly 110 pounds since I turned 18. No matter how much I worked out, no matter how much I ate, I stayed a pretty consistent 110. I pulled out Luke’s scale (the one he thought I didn’t know about) and jumped on it. It was a weird electronic one with a lot of options I didn’t fully understand, but as it blinked and twinkled, the number on the display swirled in red circles. After a second or two, a number popped up. 125. That had to be wrong. 15 pounds? People don’t spontaneously gain 15 pounds. I stepped off and back on. It still said 125. I turned the thing off and on again. Maybe it needed to recalibrate. It still said 125. Maybe it was skewed heavier to boost Luke’s ego. So, I grabbed one of his free weights that had 25 pounds written on the side. The scale said it weighed 25 pounds. The scale was accurate. I weighed 125 pounds. In the course of one morning, I had somehow gained 15 pounds. This was fantastic. I had never felt like more of a sexual being. Leaving the scale out, I went back to Luke’s mirror. The more I examined every square inch of my body, the more my cock wanted to come into play. I wrapped my hand around my full seven inches. Even my hand felt stronger on my cock. I started to stroke myself, getting off on my own reflection, when I heard the doorknob turn. “Seriously, buddy?” Luke said from the other side of the door. I dashed to the other side of the room to put my clothes back on, skipping my underwear because I wouldn’t have enough time. Luke was audibly rustling through his bag for his key. I had my pants on and buttoned when I heard Luke enter his key into the lock. I threw my t-shirt on over my head and crashed into my desk chair just in time for Luke to open the door. “Back so soon?” I asked. Luke was freshly showered and in new clothes, his cheeks still red from earlier exertion. He had gotten in a full workout. But I’d just seen him ten minutes ago, right? I glanced at my alarm clock. I had been staring at myself for over an hour. I used to mock Dave for doing things like that, and now I was doing them. “Why’d you lock the door?” Just as Luke asked the question, he happened to look down at my crotch and saw my hard-on pressed against the fabric of my pants. “Oh, right,” he said. “I need to rub one out too when I’m feeling sexy.” “That’s not why I locked the door.” Luke shook his head, closed the door, and put his bag down on his bed. “It’s cool, buddy. I don’t care. We all do it. Hell, I did it in the shower at the gym.” “Dave wasn’t there to help you finish off?” “We aren’t attached at the hip.” I took my in. “So, you’re alone.” I got up and locked the door. I couldn’t hide my growth any longer, and I needed to tell someone about what was happening to me. Luke, the skeptic of the group, could help me explain it to everyone else. Luke completely misinterpreted my actions. “Look, I’m flattered, but Dave and I haven’t had the whole ‘open relationship’ talk yet, and…” I cut him off. “I’m not trying to seduce you. I need confirmation.” “Of what?” “That I’m not going crazy.” I took a breath and finally asked, “Do I look bigger?” “Yeah, you do. We went over this by the cart. I guess you have been working out. Good for you.” “No, I haven’t been. And yet, I’ve put on 15 pounds.” “If this is some kind of fantasy role play…” I interrupted him again. “I’m not trying to seduce you, Luke.” Luke sat on his computer chair. “Okay. This isn’t your sense of humor, so this isn’t a joke. If this isn’t a seduction, then you must think this is actually true.” “It is true.” Luke pointed to his scale. “Is that why this is out?” “Yes. I’m up 15 pounds.” He slid the scale closer to me with his foot. “You’ve been 110 since high school, right? Weigh yourself in front of me.” I stepped on the scale, and it registered 125. Luke shoved me off. “Why’d you fuck with my scale?” “I didn’t.” “Yeah, right. We’ll see.” He got on the scale himself. “I weighed myself at the gym, and I know I’m 172.” The scale agreed with him. “How are you growing if you’re not working out?” “I think it happens whenever someone calls me Big Guy.” “Really?” Luke said flatly, unconvinced. “There’s an easy way to test this.” A smirk slowly spread across Luke’s face. “So, this is some fantasy role play shit after all.” “No. Look, just call me Big Guy.” Luke sighed. After a needlessly long pause, he said, “Big Guy.” Nothing happened. After a few seconds, Luke said, “Nice try, but Dave and I are monogamous, at least for now.” Something wasn’t right. I flashed back to Victor and James. What was different? Insight. “You have to touch me!” I practically shouted. “What?” “When Victor and James made me grow, they were both touching me.” I grabbed Luke’s arm and put his hand on my shoulder. “Call me Big Guy one more time while touching my shoulder, and if nothing happens, I’ll let it go.” Resignedly, Luke let out, “If it’ll make you happy. Big Guy.” My skin tingled over with ripples of sheer ecstasy. For a moment, I was just rolling with the feeling, then I was back to reality, and my clothes were uncomfortably tight. I was too big for them. “What was that?” Luke asked. “Was that a trick? You swelled up a little right in front of me.” I brushed Luke’s arm off my shoulder and stepped back on the scale. It read 130. “That was five more pounds,” I said, pointing to the scale. Luke looked to confirm. Our door room door opened. Dave stood there, his smile wider than I’d ever seen it. “That was hot.”

Chapter 2 The cart was the best place to get coffee and snacks on campus. It’s this little kiosk in front of the library. When we got breakfast, we’d always get it from the cart and then either sit at one of the picnic tables or on the grass. When I showed up, Dave and Luke were already sitting on the grass, Dave’s head in Luke’s lap. “What took you so long?” Dave asked, goofy smile spreading across his face. Dave’s smile was his biggest asset. His toned body, his perfectly styled blond hair, his clothes—those he worked at, almost to the point of vanity. His smile, though, was winning and natural, a movie star’s smile if ever there was one. I sat down on the ground, tossing my bag by the nearest tree. “How did you get here before me?” “I left when you did.” “You could’ve tried to learn the material without me.” Dave laughed. Still in his boyfriend’s lap, he replied, “I only took chem ‘cause I knew you’d help me. Studying gives me wrinkles.” I adjusted myself on the grass. My pants felt unusually tight around my ass, and the bottom of my shirt kept riding up, not enough to show flesh, but enough to be mildly frustrating. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked. “You sounded a little weird on the phone.” He ran his fingers through Dave’s hair as he spoke to me. “I was in a bathroom.” Luke and I knew had the same hometown. We’d been friends since middle school, and most of his personality hadn’t changed since then. He was always dressed in tight shorts and a t-shirt, even in winter. He had great legs and a great ass, and was not afraid of showing either off. He kept his brown hair super short so he didn’t have to fuss with it, and he usually hid his brown eyes behind a pair of sunglasses, but today was slightly overcast, so he left the glasses tethered to his shirt collar. Before college, Luke and I had been friends, but we really didn’t run in the same circles. Luke was on the soccer team and had all the jock friends. I was captain of the science club and hung out with all the stoners in the AV club. We weren’t exactly sure how our friendship survived the cliquishness of high school, but we’d entered college closer than ever. In fact, we decided to be roommates freshman year so we wouldn’t have to play roommate roulette. Three years later, we were still roommates. “No, there’s something different,” Luke insisted. Dave smiled. “Little Chrissy’s been working out.” “What? No!” I insisted. “Really?” Dave asked, sitting up. “Hmm.” He appraised me. “No, I guess maybe not. You looked a little bigger when I was lying down.” Luke faked a whimper. “My lap’s cold.” Dave made an obsequious half-bow. “Where are my manners?” He put his head back on Luke’s thigh. Luke returned his attention to me. “You do look good today. New shirt?” “I wear this shirt all the time.” While the three of us had been talking, James came over and sat down. In one hand, he had a to-go cup of coffee. In the other, he had a bagel in a bowl. “Did you know they make toast-flavored donuts?” he asked. “It’s called a bagel, James,” Luke said. James smiled brightly. “Right. It was a joke. A joke about bagels.” I never knew when James was joking. As James took his first bite, he turned to look at me. “Chris!” He sounded genuinely surprised. “I’ve been here the whole time.” “You weren’t you from behind.” I shook my head. “Everyone says I look good today. Maybe that’s what you saw.” “No. You were a you who wasn’t you, you know?” Luke shook his head. “You following this, buddy?” he asked me. “When James gets like this, I need a translator.” “He didn’t recognize me.” “That’s what he said?” James nodded. “Why, what did you think I said?” Luke chuckled and returned his attention back to me. “Dave said Victor talked to you in chem lecture and then you ran away. I want details.” The whole time we spoke, Luke kept stroking Dave’s hair. Dave, who was enjoying his Luke’s ministrations, had closed his eyes. Looking half-asleep, he chimed in: “Dave said Chris ran away holding a bag in front of his crotch.” James returned his bagel to its bowl. “Really?” “Have you guys heard of that ASMR stuff?” “Nope,” James said. Luke, however, had. “Those web videos of people whispering into microphones and crinkling paper and stuff?” “Exactly.” Dave smiled and opened his eyes. “I did one of those videos once. Got forty thousand hits the first day.” “Good for you, babe,” Luke in a playfully dismissive way. “But we’re talking about Chris.” “Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” Dave said as he closed his eyes again. I recounted the whole story to the guys, and they seemed convinced that I was, in fact, fine. James leaned in really close. His right pec brushed my shoulder. It was firm and forceful. He whispered into my ear, “Is this what does it for you?” It felt nice, but not in the same way it had back in class. “Very funny, James.” He leaned back and continued to eat his bagel. “I try.” “I think the part that really got me going was that he called me Big Guy.” “He called you Big Guy?” Dave said with a slightly cutting tone. “I know he was being sarcastic. Like calling a bald guy Curly, but I liked it when he called me Big Guy.” “Whatever floats your boat,” Luke said. He patted Dave’s head to indicate he was about to stand up. “If there is no crisis, then I’m going to go the gym. Some of the guys from the team are getting in an extra workout.” Dave’s eyes bolted open. “Can I come watch?” “Sure, babe,” Luke said with a small laugh. They got up and walked away, throwing a wave when they got as far as the library. When it was just the two of us, James locked eyes with me. “I like it.” “Like what?” “I like it all. I like that he apologized to you, that you got your rocks off without ruining your pants, and that you look really hot today.” “Well, thanks, James,” I said. “That is a weird way of wording it.” “I mean it,” he said, standing up. Before he left, he affectionately rubbed my back for a second and said, “Keep it up, Big Guy.” Then he walked away. I felt that same euphoric wave wash over me. After a few seconds, I was back to normal, but all my clothes were even tighter.

Part 1 The Hulk grinned as the human seemed to understand what he meant and wanted. He followed Richard into the other room, turning sideways to fit through the door frame. Even that wasn't enough however, as he felt his rock solid pectorals bend the metal frame to allow passage. "Human good. Human know what Hulk want." He rumbled, ruffling Richard's hair gently. "Now give it to Hulk." Now centered in the large lab chamber, Richard could see the destructive hole left behind by his colleague's enormous endowment. Turning his view to the other side of the room just parallel to the opening, he could see the still fresh discharge dripping down the wall. Such power he thought. The walls were at least half a foot thick of pure concrete and yet the giant could still puncture through with his erection alone. Going further might result with even more demolishing results... The Hulk huffed and stroked his endowment gently, panting ever so slightly as his erection and need continued to itch at his mind. "Human turn machine to full. Hulk take anything machine give." He grunted flexing an arm and admiring the sheer mass of his bicep. He slowly started to chuckle, edging closer to another release. He grunted and forced his hand away. He didn't just want to feel good, he wanted to feel great. The beam, the growth and the worship from the human would do that just fine. It was hard for the smaller man to think straight with Hulk so uncomfortably close to his being. He could already feel the scorching knee-low hairy sack of his titanic friend nuzzling against his lower lumbar. "Go over there and I'll turn the machine on", Richard said as he turned back to face his looming green partner. The Hulk grunted, walking further into the room, his shoulders hunched to allow his massive frame to fit into the room with ease. He pressed himself gently to the human, oddly enough enjoying the feeling of one too small being so close to him. "Hulk go stand, no tricks or Hulk smash you." He growled, tensing an arm in a vicious demonstration. He stepped onto the platform, surprised it could hold his weight, at least for now. He was happy to find he had a bit more headroom, at least he wasn't constantly hunched over. Each switch, dial and keyboard input was set to the appropriate setting. Richard swiped his hand over his forehead, wiping the sweat from his blushed face. His mind was racing at the possibilities of what he was capable of giving to his brutish assistant. it was hard for him to tear his focus off of the erect green hunk waiting for his next dose of radiation. He was immense already and that result alone was just from one single instance of radiation exposure. Not only that, the console's dial was still only set to the 1 setting. There were at least 10 levels available... "Why waiting! Hulk want!" The bellow, his body twitching eagerly. He growled as he adjusted his stance, preparing himself to feel the climactic rush, the growth, the building of overwhelming power within his body. He felt his massive shaft dribble eagerly, pre-cum leaking from his slit. "Hit Hulk with best shot!" Before turning on the machine, Richard adjusted the turn knob to the 2 setting, convinced that no matter what size Hulk would be, it wouldn't be enough for him. "Here we go..." He said under his breath as the scientist flipped the switch and activated the machine again. The machine hummed and buzzed, bathing the green giant in the highly concentrated gamma light. He threw his head back, groaning loudly as his body throbbed, flexing his chest as the radiation soaked into him. Wordlessly, he snarled and began to caress his body, his muscles and his cock. As he lavished himself, he began to feel heavier, his balls already hard at work, dropping lower and filling faster then before. It was a rapturous display being presented to the human. The build up was slow but the ecstasy was almost palpable. Richard could only stare on longingly, pinning his hips against the console as he too was hot and bothered from the Hulk's libidinous submission. "Human, come help Hulk! Hulk want to feel how big he is!" He chuckled as he widened his stance, his body eagerly resuming the slow growth from before as he filled his cock, slowly running a large palm along his titanic manhood. "I-I think I'll stay over here if you don't mind." Although as compelling as the offer stood, Richard had no intent to receive the same growing treatment. He had every intention to cater to Hulk's hunger for size. The Hulk growled, but understood. He was the very epitome of power, anyone in their right mind would be terrified to approach him. He grunted as his shoulders widened, muscles surging in size, neck slowly reaching up to swallow his head, only for his neck to lengthen and head begin to widen. Hulk panted, still focused on his ever growing shaft, caressing the thick veins that ran along its sides. Richard buckled his hips as he saw Hulk enjoying his ever increasing size. Licking his lips, the dial was then set to 3, the radiation pouring out more excessively now. Although it seemed as though the machine was slowly growing the monstrous man, its function only served to amplify the beast's sex drive. Each stroke of his hand pumped his frame to bigger and wider proportions with every caress more powerful than the last the longer he remained under the machine. His cock only hardened more and once his climax has reached and his member plush and soft again, the need to fill it with blood and pump will only worsen, practically making the giant addicted. Hulk let out a strained groan as his muscular mass increased at a quickening rate, every stroke, tug and squeeze of his manhood brought further growth to his frame. His steadily increasing weight bent the metal platform he stood upon. He shudders as his shoulders widened further, cracking his knuckles as he increased further in size, palms wider then a manhole cover. "Mmmmmore!! Hulk want more!" Richard wanted more as well. With no regret, the dial was switched to 4 as the spill of radiation continued to fan the flames of Hulk's sex drive. Naturally, the brute's body was further endowed to cater to his constant cravings. More curly hairs appeared across every inch of his body. His odor only enriched and invaded his nostrils with an exhilarating scent. Of course, even witnessing his very growth and massive musculature served to make the beast enraptured in bliss. The Hulk let out a bestial, primal roar as his growing passion was only further increased. It was maddening, consuming and mind-boggling. He furiously worked his shaft, oblivious to the hair sprouting along his swollen pectorals, between the deep crevices of his abs, tracing the near perfect horseshoe of his traps. He found himself widening his stand as his quads pumped full of raw power. He groaned and moaned panting and shaking. Richard only committed to their antics further. The dial went up to 5, then 6. 7. 8. He couldn't help himself. This was his only opportunity to see their experiment to its fullest potential. The scientist's eyes only widened at the sight of Hulk's massive arms raising and lowering, the biceps mashing against the pillowy huge pecs which flexed up and down into the grunting face of his partner. His cock was practically peaking past his head and his low hanging hairy testicles were bloating near the floor. It seemed like he was about to blow at any second. The Hulk could feel the building pressure throughout his body, from the tips of his sprawling toes to the very top of his dark forest cock. He shut his eyes and grinded his teeth together, fighting against the ever increasing climax that was building at the base of his cock. He roared and cried out, placing a hand on his tip, surprised to find his cock head was bigger then his palm. That moment of shock was all it took. His guard dropped and his balls pulled tight. Every muscle on his body expanded faster than his skin could keep up, making it look like his entire body was flexing. His eyes rolled back as he cried out, his shaft pulsating as thick jets of cum blasted from his tip through the ceiling. At that point, the trajectory of the discharge collided against the machine, damaging the emission of radiation above him to where no setting could hold back what was being expelled into the green monster. The mighty climax followed the same response previously, enlarging every facet of the Hulk's body at a quickening speed. Every hiccup his length made only pulsed his frame bigger. What cum hadn't escaped the enclosure only fell onto the giant. His cock had already punctured a new hole where his ejaculate carved out and his head was reaching to be next. Unleashing a guttural growl, the Hulk moaned and grunted as his body increased in mass almost uncontrollably. His voice deepened as the ceiling drew closer. Hulk bent forward as his back pressed against the ceiling, pulsating, stretching, thickening. Concrete gave way to flesh as he pushed up into the ceiling and through the building, pipes, wires, rebar and so much provided no resistance as his size continued to exponentially increase. The Hulk's head quickly vanished past the destroyed ceiling where his disproportionately enormous pecs were soon next to press firmly into the remains of the roof. What space was left inside the open chamber was quickly being filled with the titan's hirsute mass. Below his rocket of a cock, the vast pillowy sac was rolling outwards towards the scientist, finding any room it can to spread itself out. Despite being unable to see it, Hulk's ever thickening legs could feel the scorching hot balls overtake his stance, bulging between his limbs and underneath his taint. His loaded hairy ass had matched the protruding distance of his back, both pressing hard against the wall behind him with cracks forming against the aggressive swelling. The feeling of his body stuffed inside the crumbling confines of the room only catered to the Hulk's libido, making his impressive spire of cock shoot his loads even harder, more copious. His cock shivered, trembled and leaked like a river. Sweat rolled down his body as his bones cracked and snapped, expanding along with his body. The Hulk wordlessly bent down, pushing the roof out of the window, reaching down to grab the scientist that helped him. He smirked as he wrapped his hand around the puny human, hoisting him out of the soon to be destroyed lab. "Human help Hulk. Now Hulk help human." The green giant bellowed as he placed the man of science on his overly developed pectorals. Thirty feet above the ground, Richard could finally see what kind of experience it must had been for such an immense giant. Snuggly fit between the moist crevice of his partner's chest, the musk was the first thing to really hit the tiny man. Being so rich with hair and sweat, the smell of pure man was almost lethal. Still Richard welcomed such a beautiful odor even if was hard to breath at first. At last, being so elevated on top of his idol, he could gaze onto the dripping face of the Hulk, chiseled and stubbly with a vast jawline, shelf-top brows and toned cheekbones. His test subject was handsome, neanderthal-like but still beautiful in every way masculine. His head was bigger than the doctor but compared to his body, it was the smallest thing about him. Forcing his attention away from the titan, Richard looked behind him to see the Hulk's length stretching upwards, six feet above the Hulk's head. Its lobbing of semen had died down to a dribble as the growth was nearing its end. Hulk had his upper body freed from the facility, the hot Arizona heat now more apparent than ever. Aside from his shaft, everything below the Hulk's waistline was still inside the ruins of the central chamber. Hulk panted slowly unsure if the sweat permeating his body was caused by his sexual release, the mind numbing growth or the desert heat. All three maybe. He glanced down at the man resting on his chest, slowly grinning at him. It felt like hours since the Hulk's heart beat wasn't racing. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, fading slowly. "Human... did good." He said, slowly raising an arm to better look it over. "Hulk happy." He brought his bicep up to his face, slowly kissing the emerald colored muscle mountain. Such a tease the dumb hung giant was. The deep moans and slobbering sounds of his tongue stroking his peaking arms gave the doctor quite a show. Although still horny, the amount of size the Hulk had piling onto his shaft had made the monolith slump down to its flaccid state, making the entire package rival to that of his entire lower half. The uncut cock rested against what ceiling was intact of the facility, keeping it from joining the rest of his member. The Hulk nuzzled his massive arm, almost needingly. It was obvious he was in love with his power and size. He moaned as his massive manhood slowly dropped down, brushing against the roof of the lab. The contact sent an electric tingle up the green behemoth, making his hair stand on end for a moment. He paused from his muscular ministrations, if only long enough to nod at the human and resume fondling his perfectly split bicep with his tongue. Having an arm raised just to grace the bicep, Richard couldn't help but also notice the curly hairs peeking past the pectoral landscape. The bush below his arm must have been stuffed senseless. Although the up close display was erotic beyond belief, the doctor couldn't help but feel as though he's missing out on so much more of this green stud. "If I was just on the ground..." "Human want down?" The brute asked, hearing the voice in his own head. He blinked as he tried to process the fact. He slowly reached towards the human, holding out his hand for Richard to climb onto. "Y-yes. Yes! I do!" How could this be? Amazingly the Hulk somehow knew what he was thinking. With his left half shifting slowly with easeless flexing, a giant beefy palm glided flat near the chest. With his bicep and shoulder shifting towards his torso, his pec in response molded itself up bigger. Everything about him continued to impress the scientist. Being appreciative, the little man jumped into the lumpy lift that was the Hulk's hand. "Hulk heard you say tho...." Hulk slowly lowered the human to the ground, looming over him as he lowered him down to the roof of the lab, the sunlight dancing lazily through his forest of hair, both on his head and the stubble along his broad jaw and chest hair. He stood back up, staring at the puny human and slowly smirked, the size difference between him was exciting. Below, Richard was placed directly in front of where the Hulk stood, right next to the fat flaccid cock that laid itself straight down across the roof's pavement. Looking up, Richard can see the Hulk having been nearly as wide as he was tall. "You knew what I was thinking?" Richard asked in a quiet voice. Hulk looked down at the human, ears too far away to hear what he said. He was hit by the thought a moment later then nodded. "Hulk heard!" He roared with a grin. "This is incredible!" It was unexplainable how the Hulk knew what the little man was thinking but the only real explanation could be a new super power birthed from the radiation he had indulged in moments ago. The Hulk didn't worry himself about the means of his abilities, like the little human was. He cared more about how massive he was, how thick his arms were, how absolutely titanic and grotesquely powerful he was now. His shaft stirred already, the vague thoughts of power, his power, already so intoxicating. "God you've gotten so big Hulk..." Richard put a hand up to the wall of cock, a pulse shook the surface as the scientist felt it pass through his digits. Even his feet felt the vibration shake through the concrete roofing. "Hulk didn't get big. Hulk got HUGE!" He roared with a crab flex, his traps and neck bulging out, his cock slowly rising off the concrete as his libido returned in full force. "You're right! Hulk IS huge! Hulk should show off more." The giant green behemoth slowly turned, exposing his maze-like back, muscle rippling and shifting, changing the pattern from one moment to the next The sheer turn of the giant's body left quakes along the facility. The blood surged cock, still soft, slid across the roof and fell lazily against the side of the structure. Richard was treated to a back, twenty feet wide and rippling, hair dusting across the surface as it shimmered in the beating sunlight. The ass however was closer, a mesmerizing combination of solid fiber-like muscle and round fatness. Its size almost rivaled that of the back, mere feet away from touching the upper body completely. The crack was stuffed to the brim in hair, unsubtle in it's presentation. "Wow..." was all Richard could muster up. The Hulk guffawed, rolling his deeply striated shoulders, back rolling like waves. His arms rose as he growled, pumping out a titanic double bicep flex. The Hulk knew the human's eyes were glued to him, his planetary glutes, the sweep of his hair and the sheer mass of his body. "Hulk know what human want! Human want Hulk." His booming voice echoed across the empty canyon, announcing the desire Richard had for the green behemoth. There was no hiding it. He knew what the little man was thinking. Richard's pornographic thoughts were completely laid out for the Hulk to revel in. It was almost reverse psychology as Richard couldn't keep himself from hiding his hottest dreams. The forest colored giant slowly placed a hand around his massive shaft, lavishing his dark green tip slowly. This was what that tiny speck wanted. To witness all of his sexual glory and obscene might. He rumbles softly, shaking the air as he did so. “Little man like it when Hulk go slow, when Hulk make sure little man sees everything.” He cooed teasingly, slowly lifting his other arms up and behind his head, fighting his own mass to do so. Having Hulk reward the tiny human with a visage of manly captivation almost seemed generous to Richard. Although having the godly mountain of man do anything but pleasure himself would be illogical. The experiment had already made sure that Hulk's sex drive was at its apex and seeing little Richard's visions of his green master ascending higher and flaunting carelessly only turned him on even further. Hulk smirked, loving the attention, the thoughts directed at him knowing exactly how much space he took up in the tiny human's even tinier brain. He growled and pumped his arms and stared down at his massive, planet sized biceps. His cock throbbed and tensed. The Hulk reached out and gripped his shaft, working his shaft with both hands, moaning loudly. "Ohhhh yessss big Hulk, feels good... So good!" If the outside didn't already leave the two hot from the sun, Hulk's cock-pumping workout would have surely reproduced the same heat. The sweat piled on, pouring from every hairy orifice on the giant's body. With his cock already craning back up past his head, the slick burly hands started up his growth again, his pleasure fueling his size. The ruins of the building around his figure were but an afterthought to him, crumbling feebly as his growing body collided against them. Richard, still on the partially destroyed roof, watched in awe. "Yes, that's it! Keep growing Hulk!" The behemoth grunted and grit his teeth as the full body pressure of growth began once more, he screwed his eyes shut, working his monster shaft eagerly, His colossal pecs heaved and bounced as his hands worked his titanic shaft, he howled and panted, working his growing shaft harder and harder, faster and faster now. "Work that cock big boy! Show me just how big you want to be!" Richard egged the monster on. His mind raced and conjured subliminal images of Hulk twice as big, three times as big, catering to the hunk's bottomless cravings. 45 feet came and went with a cock past even that. Hulk's height carried his hairy balls up in full view for Richard to see though at this point, the poor human couldn't even see past the length of his god. Being so close, the smells had already made the human light-headed, sweat raining down on him, making the stench he loved so dearly permanently stuck to his being. "Guuwaaaarrrr!!! Hurrf hurrf!" He snarled and roared as his shoulder grew further apart, making space for his neck muscles to balloon out, almost swallowing his head completely. He licked along the tip of his thick cock, his flesh quivering and bulging faster now. "Hulk feel... like he gonna!!!" He cried out, the pressure growing faster now, the feeling of growing, strengthening, muscle piling on top of muscle mixed with the absolutely pleasure he way forcing into his cock was mind numbing. The man's eyes widened. His feet could feel tremors passing through the soles of his shoes, signalling the Hulk's next explosive surge in size. Having reached the fifty foot mark, the expansion would surely push against the rest of the facility, along with the smaller scientist. Still wanting to live to witness his partner's ascension, Richard bolted across the rooftop to find a ladder down before it was too late. Turning away, he could only hear moans, grunts and rumbles, the Hulk's shadow casting far from his position. Unrelentingly, Hulk couldn't keep himself from slobbering against his fleshly pillar, desperate to get his fill of sex in before he'd ultimately have to start over again. "Ah... ahhh! AHHHHRRGGG!!!!" Instead of feeling the sweet release of orgasm, The Hulk's growth once against flew out of control. Muscle exploding in size, limbs lengthening to make space for the new tons of flesh. "Awooorrgg!" He flexed, tensing his bulging pecs, admiring the slabs of flesh as they stayed swollen, only increasing in size as he tightened his 10 pack, releasing them. His biceps stretched out, almost tearing his skin. Hands and feet exponentially increased in size, hair covering everything of newly formed skin. Finally reaching the earthy ground, the shadow Richard saw before could be seen widening and stretching further away. He ran out into the open, away from the destroyed facility and turned as he did to catch a glimpse of the heaving heavenly hunk soaring higher. Testicles now matching the Hulk's own width demolished the building with its own size, concrete breaking away meter by meter, hardly an obstacle to the massive cum tanks. Richard stopped and turned, seeing the cock head bubbling and frothing as it was ready to make its first shot.

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Personal “GROWTH” is a must! ? (progress pic repost)

I enjoy this kind of stories (guys growing into muscle monsters) because this is also my new year resolution! ??

This is the first story I ever posted to the forum, enjoy! Raijin: First Comes the Lightning Raijin "The God of Thunder Thighs" they call me that and for good reason too! While I may not be Japanese, I am a professional bodybuilder who is VERY well known for his insane leg development. Well...that and my name is Raymond which I have to say isn't the best basis for a nick name but whatever; it seems you aren't a well-respected pro unless you have a nickname right? Well, all that aside, while I do love having legs as freaky and developed as I do, I just want to get my fucking upper half to match them... Imagine my excitement when my work out partner, another professional bodybuilder, John told me he had gotten his hands on some really powerful drugs that cause growth near instantly! Well John, god bless him, has been trying anything and everything he can get a hold of to get to my level. Now don't get me wrong the man is a beast nay a god amongst normal men but then again the company he keeps, such as myself, are not your average men. Neither of us is Mr. Olympia though we do aspire for that title but John's legs are a little lacking, at least compared to mine heh. I assume this is why he workouts with me instead of solo or with another pro, I mean I make sure that bastard pushes himself on leg day and he does the same for me the rest of the time. So I headed to the gym which I was not surprised to find empty aside from John and I, it was late Thursday night after all. Now call me cocky, arrogant, or whatever the fuck you want but when it comes to gym time for me I always have my posers on underneath a pair of shorts that are a size...or three...small for my massiveness. To quote the all wise Mel Brooks "If ya got it, flaunt it!” Well that and I love to give John a hard time showing off my legs plus it seems to push him to do better during his workouts. I look around a bit and find John in the yoga aka posing room with his duffel bag and the biggest shit eating grin I've even seen on the man which is saying a lot. "It's about fucking time you showed up Rai!" "...it's damned near midnight, 'miracle serum' or not I need my beauty sleep." John grinned ever larger putting the Cheshire Cat to shame. "And with your face you really do, careful you don't bust the mirrors in here." ...yes we have that type of "friendship". Call it rivalry or the fact both of us are assholes but we both know we can trust the other for anything. "John you asshole just show me the shit would ya." "Ya, ya keep your man panties on." John goes to his duffel and brings back two shots filled with a substance I can only describe as a mixture between tar and coffee grounds. He describes to me his sponsor had gotten his hands on a few vials of this mystery shit that was supposed to be in beta testing but actually does all the shit the ads in the muscle magazines "promise" they do. Now since we are such best buds and his sponsor is hoping I will jump ship from the company I play poster boy for to theirs (fat chance but if this works...) they made sure to give enough to John for the both of us to use as good will gift. John is adamant that I go first which I find strange but eh, fuck it I don't have much to lose and a lot of mass to gain! As he puts a syringe back into the duffel I peel my shorts and posers down far enough for John to put the needle into my ample cheeks. As he performs the injection I exclaim. "Holy shit man is this Icy Hot or something? This crap feels like its burning my ass from the inside while I'm sitting on a friggin' block of ice!" John chuckles like the ass he is and calls me a bitch, again like the asshole he is. "...I'll show you who the bitch is..." I mutter. He laughs and gives me a hearty slap on the ass to tell me he's finished. I turn around and ask him when does the growth start, why didn't he take the first shot, and if he wanted me to give him his now but all he does is point to the wall mirrors and tells me to look. Putting it out of my mind I turn around and stare at the mirrors in anticipation. While waiting I take stock of John and myself. As I’ve said, I'm bottom heavy as all fuck almost like I spent my life trying to defy the chicken leg stereotype though I can thank good ol' genetics, tenacity, and steroids to getting physique to its current level. John, while not having anything unique like my legs or the giant arms or barn door wide shoulders some others pros have, is stuck with only a "merely average" (as he puts it, the self-deprecating git) physique. Which in this case, is near perfect symmetry and proportions with enough mass to put most body builders to shame. I may have calves with such a large muscle connection that I may as well have cankles, calves wide enough to doom me to wearing either shorts or clown pants exclusively, thighs so wide and with such a sweep to make jeans and non-personally tailored pants a nightmare, an ass big enough to nearly require a federally mandated "wide load" sign; but I would kill for John's "merely average" proportions. (And if you tell him, god help you, you and I will have some nice short words "punchtuated" for emphasis.) What the hell do you expect from thighs measuring a little over forty inches each, cold & in competition shape, and calves that would challenge any major league quarter back to handle correctly? Aside from my near cartoonish legs I'm not too shabby with the rest but it just doesn't compare to my redwoods. Shit I'd be Mr. Olympia if both halves were even. As I am lost in thought I decide it would be in my best interest to strip down to my posers as I see no reason to possibly shred my clothes and so I can see all of my coming glory without anything in the way; but I only make it to taking off my shoes before I feel the first kick. I gasp as I feel what I can only describe as a full body pump taken to almost euphoric levels. John chuckles as I stand up and can't help let loose a small moan. I stare in the mirror in amazement and watch my chest puff up like I'm inhaling ever more air. My shoulders slowly widen, causing John to take a few steps to the side and make some room. I can feel my back push both backwards and outwards as it rises my arms slowly forward. My arms! My god my arms! I can see and feel the cables of sinew lengthening, expanding, and thickening in my forearms. My forearms have never had that proper Popeye look but now would put the spinach swilling fool to shame. My biceps were getting ever fuller and rounder by the second looking now like a full moon dominating the horizon. Now my triceps have swollen to the point my mind cannot comprehend how that much mass is able to hang onto my body and yet have the density of steel or better. My shirt is straining to restrict my bulk, so with a chuckle I do a most muscular and watch it burst into a pile of rags. John, whose attention I had this whole time, laughs and applauds for this display of might. I was about to start a side chest pose to give my burgeoning magnificence the display and attention it oh so, so, deserves when I finally pay attention to the changes happening to my legs. I'm dumbfounded that I hadn't heard the threads snapping out of my shorts sooner but they are made of a stretchier fabric than my shirt. Despite the ill-fitting nature of them initially they just now have busted enough to let my legs breath. Heh, with the remnants being what can only be called a kilt I decide that this won’t do, grab the waist band, and rip them off in one motion. Which is immediately followed by clapping from the peanut gallery standing next to me. Now that I can see my legs on full display I’m rendered speechless. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yell "FUCK!" I exclaim. For all the growth the rest of my body did my legs still VASTLY outmatch the rest of me! My calves have grown so fucking monstrous that my socks have been pushed down to my ankles. I've had to adjust my stance to such a degree I can't believe I didn't consciously notice till now due to my quads thickened to the point my knees are damned well near swallowed by their mass. I mean Christ, aside from my chest being too big to do so in the first place, I still wouldn’t be able to see my feet from how fucking thick my quads are I look down now! And yet somehow my calves are still rubbing all over each other despite my severely widened stance. "Ha ha ha." I look into the side mirror and see my hamstrings are so thick that I doubt I can really sit down again and with my legs this fucking thick I practically have a built in seat now anyways. Speaking of a seat, my ass has grown to an astronomic if not cosmically thick level. My lats are so now so thick I can't lower my arms even if forced but not even it was thick enough to rival my immense ass. My legs are so thick now it looks I have my chest underneath pelvis twice over. "Hahahha." Frankly it looks like my poser has been swallowed into the abyss that is my pelvis but at least my junk grew more too....a lot more....just how big is it now and how the hell are my posers on still anyways? I mean between what looks like two pumpkins on one side and a very large and very irate squirrel stuffed into the other side. And.... "Hahahahahahaha!" "AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT Y-....!" I try to turn around to yell at John, the bodybuilding hyena, but that's just it "I tried". As I turned my quads, my calves, and well, my everything, just got into the way of well...it self and I landed flat onto my excessively ample ass. Shit I'm used to a waddle or swagger but this is fucking ridiculous. "Hahaha well I'm laughing at you Rai. Who would have guessed gaining what looks like another hundred plus pounds of muscle would get a guy famous for his big ass legs to get them even bigger. Surprise, surprise!" ".....JOHN YOU ASSHOLE HELP ME THE FUCK UP WOULD YOU!?!?" I yell at the top of my lungs fuming and thrashing the whole time to try to get back up onto my feet, but I just can't not get my legs to interfere with themselves. John, while still laughing, reached for both of my hands to help me get into a squat position so I could try to stand up. Right then I heard a very loud snap and a crack, at first I was fearful it was my bones but I notice a breeze from the AC on my ass. I look over and see that my posers have snapped off with such force it cracked one of the mirrors. "Mother FUCKER!" I yell as I try to stand up quickly but in my haste I just end up back on the ground like a roided out turtle stuck on his back. "'....hahaha, Rai seriously man you need to take this seriously and stop making this so fucking funny!" I give John a death glare which doesn't silence his laughter but it at least gets him to help. "Haha ok, ok, here Rai all you need to do is stretch your legs a bit and get used to them I bet. Here I'll even help, seeing I'm such a nice guy and all!" "John. You, a “nice guy”? You got me into this in the first place!" John stops laughing and looks at me straight in the eye. "You came here, you asked for the shot, and you wanted the results. You got more than expected but I am not fully to blame and you damn well know it." He smiles again and says "Ok now stop your bitching and let's start stretching!" With that he gets onto the ground and picks up my legs from the ankles and pushes my knees into my chest. He puts all his weight onto my feet pressing my knees firmly into my chest. I can barely see anything aside his head with my legs dominating my entire field of vision. "Look man I don't think this is going to work...and this feels weird to me what with my being NUDE and you most likely going to try and cop a feel." John puts my feet on his shoulders and looks at me. "Ya and what do propose we do huh? Neither of us have anything you can wear." He slaps my calves and thighs to prove his point. "Be a man about it and stop being an insecure twat." "...fine." As he keeps putting his weight onto my legs trying to limber them up I can't help but stare at them. I hadn't gotten this close of a look till now. The lines in my quads are so deep and thick it reminds me of the Grand friggin' Canyon. My quad's tear had to come from Goliath to be that size...but now that I outsize even him the description sorta falls flat. Christ, the fact I can't see anything but my quads, calves, and John's head didn't hit me till just now how immense they've gotten. I can't help but be impressed and admittedly a little aroused from my growth though I bet the extra testosterone from my even larger balls isn’t helping. "Haha looks like you're getting excited! Heh, you're even blushing about it. You know for such a stud and now god amonstg men you really are a cute softie aren't ya?" "Wait, what?" With that I heard a rustling noise from what I assume is John's bag.....fuck he can't be.... "Hm? I'm just thinking out loud Rai nothing else." With that I feel a pressure and heat on my ass. I start to move and try to get away from what I can only assume to be John's dick. (Christ I didn't know he was that large...wait why the fuck am I thinking this?) "Ah,ah, ah, big man hold up right there!" He raises his hand into my severely limited field of vision and I see he has another syringe with that black goop that started this mess. "Now Rai what did you think was going to happen eh? Friends we are but you swaggering your giant luscious ass all this time to mess with me, and now that your ass is the fucking Holy Grail of muscle holes do you think I'm going to not take advantage? You're going to cooperate or I'm going to make it so you will NEVER be able to walk again. You'll get so big all you can do is be a circus freak, now let’s have some fun big man." With that said John slaps my ass and smiles. I feel something very large and warm press hard on my ass. I hear a loud and wet sounding pop and I gasped...