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  1. A few weeks ago while flipping through a few of my old Classic Physique magazines, I found myself reading the back pages with a few old “Quick Grow” schemes promising results for sale. As a kid these concoctions and creams always caught my eye with the promise quick growth and a miracle cure! While looking through, one stood out among the rest: “Uncle Pop’s Chest Cream and Pec Shine!” 555-876-8008 Call Now and Never Look Back! 1982 This ad definitely gave me a chuckle and caught my attention. I wasn’t sure if it was the bourbon after work or smell of my lit cigar but something in me grew the courage to actually call the number for a gas and see if they answered. I was taken aback when someone answered and let me know that 19.99 plus shipping and handling was all that kept me from “Uncle Pop’s Chest Cream and Pec Shine!” I figured why the hell not, I had gotten this far and called, why not send away for it! I gave them my information and sent away for this back page miracle cure. Next thing I know a few weeks had gone, I got home to find a small box on my front door step. I never actually expected for the package to arrive but there it was! A small box stamped. “Uncle Pop’s Chest Cream and Pec Shine!” Well what do ya know, they actually came through and sent it! It had a been a long rough week, between work and the gym and every day troubles I needed some fun and a chance to relax. I brought the box in and set on my coffee table. After getting a few things done around the house I was finally able to settled down with a drink and cigar to enjoy my evening. I had plans to hit the bar with a few friends later that night but I had plenty of time to have a quick stiff drink and finish off an old cigar. I took a drink and started fiddling with the box, just a simple cardboard box, wrapped in twine, no receipt, no address. They must’ve dropped it off at my place for me. I relit my cigar and rubbed my chest, sore from this weeks workout. No matter how hard I tried my chest was stubborn as hell! Maybe the cream was just the ticket I needed! I chuckled internally knowing it was bullshit and at the most it would shine up my chest hair and catch some light! Figured, fuck with it all and let me try some on! I was still wearing my long sleeve from work so I slowly undid a few buttons right down to my belly. Strain from my gut pushed my shirt open and I could look down at my hairy chest, I let out a sigh wishing it would fucking grow already! I took a hard drink, put down my glass and began to open the box. A small 5 oz cream slid out with a twist cap on top. I twisted off the cap and inhaled a strong menthol scent and it flared through my nose eyes like nothing before. Between drinking and that strong whiff I was wide awake and felt my nose tingle, suddenly the cigar smoke in the room smelled stronger and my senses felt heightened. I grabbed a thick dollop of cream and sat back and gently started rubbing it all over the inside of the my pecs, slowly spreading outward and my over my nipples. The menthol took over the air and my nostrils. As I wiped down over my chest, I could feel my chest tingle and my hair stand up from excitement. The sensation felt amazing and any breeze of air would ignite the menthol burn on my chest. I grabbed more cream and lathered up both hands. Exploring and covering my entire chest, I reached down to my end of my tits and began to use my cover each nipple, rubbing, pulling and gently clamping down and tugging on my hard tits! The sensation felt on fire and I was blowing air on each nipple, my body shivered and felt electricity shoot through my chest. My nipples felt thicker and harder than ever before. I used my fingers to play with my newly thickened nipples, running my under over each meaty tip, ending with tight tugs. Blowing cool air at each tit to feel made the tingle shoot through my body! I couldn’t understand how amazing and hard my pecs felt. The temptation and new feeling on my chest and nipples gave me rush! I took another drink and sucked down on my cigar. The menthol heightened everything from my taste, touch and smell! I could feel my erection tighten in my jeans from playing with my chest. I unzipped myself to allow room for the tightening in my crotch. I couldn’t stop rubbing my chest harder and harder, the cream slid through my chest air and down around my erect thickening nipples. I closed my eyes and took in the strong scent of menthol and drifted for a second or two. While sniffing and tugging I felt my chest warm up and tense up, it felt like a flex after a heavy chest pump. I swore it was just arousal but I opened my eyes and my chest had doubled in size! The mound between my pecs had created a slick valley of cream, hair and muscle! My work clothes suddenly felt tight on my chest. I stretched it open and released a few buttons. I slid my shirt apart and my chest had reached a few more inches of girth and roundness! My hands went over each mound and reached over and around 2 inch thick nipples drooping over and gently reaching my belly. I could not help but to tug, stretch and pull my erect tits as far as I could. As my chest over flowed from my shirt all I could do was stare down between my pecs and and use my right arm to help cradle the mass in front of me! I pushed my right arm under me and slid under my giant tits! I was pushing my new grown tits up to my chin and rubbing my chin deep in a valley of hairy creamy muscle! It was everything I had every wanted. I reached over to my thick left tit and tugged hard at that newly formed thick meat of nipple weighing on my massive pec! I had to completely undo my long sleeve and cup each mass of muscle and feel the weight my growing pecs! My thick nipples slipped between each finger, the nipple thickness separating two digits with a mass of nipple. I sat back in my chair and stared down at this newly formed ridges of muscle and thickness. I couldn’t help but keep running my hands over my new massive pecs. I never thought I would ever reach this level of growth! I could grab each tit and bring them up to be tasted and fondled against my chin! A new level of total muscle growth and chest domination! As I looked down at my newly formed massive chest and giant nipple nubs I couldn’t help but sit back and molest my giant chest in front of me. I must’ve spent longer than I am imagined in ecstasy teasing my tits exploring my massive inhuman pecs when suddenly I heard the doorbell ring….
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  2. Wow! That was fantastic! It took a very different path than what I expected, but then again, that's what often makes a story so great. The visuals, as others pointed out, are just beautifully done. I hope that's not the end, at least not for too long. I was also left wondering if the planet they were invading is Earth. I half expected a shot of our planet out the spaceship window at the end. However, the shot of all the humans in the muscle pods was great. It kind of reminded me of a cross between the human batteries in The Matrix and the humans being harvested for food in the original "V" miniseries from the 80's. Thanks so much for sharing your hard work with us.
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  3. The Interview - Part 01 Today is 07/08/2019 How have you been? I hope everything is fine, because here it is perfect. Today, as I promised weeks ago, I'll videotape my giant parents. I also invited Josh *blushing* but he had to visit some colleges with his father, the coach, Mr. Walker. Well, I guess it's just the three of us. I'm sure it will be fun for you normal-sized kids like me to know more about the giants 'lives from the giants' own words. I've packed everything in the living room. Well ... all I could reach. My house is all designed for my giant parents. I have my room that was designed for the standard size. I live in that loft inside the giant house. With some effort, I climb into the chair facing the sofa and adjust the focus of the camera. I brought some snacks to stay here with me. I do not know! Maybe I'm hungry talking to my favorite giants. The couch fits my two parents, seated and even comfortable if we compare their sizes. Oh ... I can hear the heavy footsteps of someone approaching. They sure are. The two would go out for a run in the park nearby in an area designated for giants. With the heat you're doing and how my parents get sweaty ... I think I should get some kind of cloth to cover my nose ... Too late! They are already here ... they are sitting on the couch and you will see soon ... the two are sweaty and talking and smiling. I'll turn the camera on and play. I'll be back soon, guys! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Turning on the camera. Adjusting the focus and see the sweaty, swollen and hairy bodies of my parents* "Streaming started! And today ... I'm here, in my house. Look at that, guys ... " *I show parts of the room on the camera for you to see that there are not many strange things. Just a home in size ... extra* *Snapping of giant fingers. I turn the camera to my father Tedd* "Let's get started, boy?" *He pecs bounce the hairy chest* "Oh! Yes, Dad ... well ... " *setting the camera one more time* " Guys! These are my parents, Tedd and Kevin. Let's start with you, Daddy Tedd. My followers want to know: what is the life of a giant cop like? " *I set the focus on Tedd. But only the top of the pecs to Tedd's face fit the camera. He scratches the hairy pec while looking for the right words to answer* "Well ... being a cop is incredible. From a very young age, I wanted to be a police officer. Helping people's safety. And after the change of the serum, this whole giant thing makes me more proud than I am. I can hold two thugs in each hand with ease. This is amazing! And you still have these arms ... " *At this point, Daddy Tedd flexes his arms in a double biceps. His hairy armpits exude a strong scent of sweaty giant man. It even looks like the smell of the school locker room* "You're amazing, honey." *Kevin kisses Tedd's right bicep* "You like those babies, though, sweaty, do not you?" *Tedd teases Kevin by flexing the ball of his arm while he kisses * *The scene makes me ... horny, but I try to hide my little erection with a cushion* "Hey ... huh ... can we continue?" * Nodding with his left hand * "Oh, little boy! Sorry for your horny parents. You know that after the morning race and training in the gym we're ... horny hahahaha "Kevin smiles and caresses the groin that houses a snake ... a huge thick snake in his shorts * "Well ... continuing ... Dad, can you tell me your full name and your measures for my followers to know? It's just something they asked for a lot ... hehehe " "Oh, boy! Of course I do. " *Tedd pecs bounce once more before focusing on the camera.* " My name is Theodoro Benjamin Breston, I'm 45 years old, I've been in the local police for 16 years. I'm 35'7" tall and weigh over 12,355 pounds. I have some fat on my body. " *He hits the beer belly, the sound sounds like a little thunder.* " My father used to say that a man without beer belly is a man with no good stories to tell. He was right hahaha " "This is so incredible, Daddy! You're fucking a beastly giant "* she smiled, but I covered my mouth *" Sorry, dad. I did not want to say the ugly name " "Hahahaha ... it's okay, little boy! Daddy knows you like all that weight and your little friends like it too, are not you guys? " *He nods at the camera * "Huh ... well ... let's see ..." *I compose myself* "Daddy, what's your take on the people who are against the giants? Do you think they can gain more space with that thought? " *Dad looks at Kevin. The two have a sad and worried look. I touched a serious matter, but I need to know their opinion * "Well ... son. The giants are worried. We are becoming concerned that more normal-sized people feel threatened by us. You know that's not the point. The giants modified by the serum are not violent to the extreme. This condition was removed when we changed size. That is why I support that more giants come to the congress, to municipalities and municipal and student chambers. The giant police union is meeting with firefighters to launch a candidate for state government " *That was not smelling good. And it was not the strong musk of the two giants in front of me * "Dad ... are you going to be that candidate?" *My tone of voice is worried* "I do not know yet, my dear. But, whatever I do, it will be done to protect you and your dad Kevin here. " *He squeezes Kevin by putting his arm over his mammoth shoulders* "So ... well ... I love you, Dad, and whatever you do, you'll have my support" *I smile blushing* *Daddy Tedd waves to me with a wink. And Kevin's eyes are wet* "Do you have more questions from your little followers?" *Rubs his hands* "Yes! Yes ... let's see here ... " *I pick up the cell phone and read the questions from the followers* " Well ... Carl, it's from the interior of Texas, and he wants to know how you do to punish the bad guys?" *Tedd's eyes bulge with excitement as he remembers the punishments he gave the prisoners. He has a cruel side to anyone who breaks the law. He hates dishonesty and thieves, but murderers are his favorite when it comes to giving a lesson, punishing* "Oh! That's a good question. " *He leans on the couch and scratches his swollen groin* " I have a technique for every infraction, a crime committed. The more heinous the crime, the stronger the punishment. Many do not know, but in states where the death penalty is law, giants are used for that purpose. We are not violent, but in the face of the cruelty of crime we have become the pursuit of justice " *he points to the camera, as if he wanted to give a warning to those who think of committing a crime in the city* "Wow! It's a good thing I'm on your good side, Dad. "He nodded, "You're my pup, boy! Now ... let's take punishment techniques. First: " *raise the gauge* " If you are caught stealing cars or stealing shops, you will be placed in a tank with the dirty socks of all departmental police. It will remain there for a few weeks or until the sentence is decreed in accordance with the law. Secondly, if you get caught drunk driving, you'll be stuck with the bathroom soap in the apartment. You will be used to help clean our bodies during the bath ... and man ... if you take me or David, you run the great risk of curling up in our chest hahahaha" *David is Teddy's partner in the city's police department. He is as hairy and strong as Tedd. The two are massive bears that ensure the security of the south side of the city* "And ... is there more punishment technique? If someone gets caught invading someone else's house, what happens? " "Hmmm ... this is easy and for me it's the best" *Daddy Tedd rubs his crotch hard and his cock squirms under his shorts* "If some smart guy gets caught up in private or public property he'll be confined to our briefs with our cocks as fellow shorts hehehehe " "Well ... I think Carl's answer was satisfactory" *I swallow dry* "Let's go to the next question and this comes from afar ... oh ... come from Brazil ... a boy named Tonny ... he asks how much a giant spends eaten in a single meal? Can you answer Daddy Tedd? " *I just looked down for a second to visualize the question on my cell phone and when I get up, I see Daddy Tedd eating a bowl full of oats, bananas, blackberries, milk, corn cereal and honey. The bowl would fit 4 people of my size and there would still be some space left* "Well... I'm hungry ... so I guess seeing that bowl of post gym cereal will respond ... I make 7 meals a day. Only for breakfast I eat the equivalent of a meal made by a family of 8 people. That's the first time the big lunch hehehe ... BUUUUURRPP ... sorry guys, I'm a little hungry" The recording continues as I watch Daddy Tedd devour the bowl of cereal. He is now stroking his hairy belly. After training, Daddy likes to rest before going to the police shift. I'd rather let him rest. I nod to him, telling him that the interview has been successfully completed. "Thanks dad. Thanks for doing it for me, big guy! I love you " *I smile at him* "You're my boy! Keep being that good boy. Daddy, I love you too, boy. *He nods at the camera and gets up from the couch. He goes to the kitchen* Dad Kevin gets dressed up on the couch, because he'll be next. I turn the camera over to me. "Hey guys! That was my dad Tedd. Now... let's talk to my other father. Mr. Kevin Breston " *I turn the camera to him* "So ... Dad ... how do you feel today?" "Very horny ... my boy" *grunts, he rubs his swollen groin*
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  4. Thank you so much for the kind words! They are very much appreciated And all I can say to your questions is that, my story lead you in the correct direction...
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  5. KING REX 2: THE HORDE OF FUTURE-HEROES PROLOGUE/ CHAPTER 1: The End of Time/ Horde Headquarters By absman420 PROLOGUE: The End of Time Decay. Entropy and decay as far as the eye could see. Even the empty wind moved nothing but sand, already having worn down any obstacle that may have stood in its wake -- eroded any object that may have existed in the past. Simply put, if not nearly impossible to imagine, there was nothing here. A vast and endless nothing. It was his domain -- the Time Stalker! His dull and faded robes, tattered and worn, covered his dry and withered flesh -- it had been years since he’d pulled back his hood to reveal a face he’d long since forgotten. Even if he remembered his own identity after all these billions of years, who would he reveal it to? Alone in his domain -- alone for time immeasurable -- the Time Stalker revelled in his ultimate victory, seeking only ways to push this final entropy backwards through the ages, to the beginning of Time itself, so that he’d be Master of All! Of course, there were those who stood against him. Time and again, the Horde of Future-Heroes had thwarted his plans. Misguided children! Noble Cockroaches! Their lifespans were barely more than a blink of the eye to one such as the Stalker -- yet, they’d disrupted his every effort. Inspired by the heroic exploits of the teenaged Superion a thousand years in their past, these youths banded together to unite their planets and carry on the Superionic Ideal, becoming the Horde of Future-Heroes! So many of them, easily two dozen at the least. Each of these heroes had one distinctive super power that made them unique and for a while a teenaged Superion traveled to the future to join them in their adventures. The Time Stalker knew the way to strike at them was through their relationship with Superion. Remove Superion from the equation and the Horde would have no inspiration. He’d tried many times -- in one instance, the Stalker had gone so far as to snag a moment of time itself to create a Pocket Universe, where Superion hadn’t gained his powers until adulthood, thereby negating the motivation for the Horde’s formation. Even THIS did not stop the Future-Heroes -- it merely made a continuity blip that repaired itself (and blew itself up again) multiple times, a recurring Crisis, rebooting and three-booting the Universe over and over. And STILL the Horde existed! There had to be some way to stop them... At that moment, something in the Time-Viewing Globe caught his eye. On one of the Multiple Earths, a trans-dimensional portal had opened. Upon closer examination, the Time Stalker saw what had happened, not only to the Superion of that world, but to the Justice Club as well! Maybe this was the tool he needed to defeat the Horde… or at least distract them. It took little effort to divert the portal and bring the entity using it here, to the Time Stalker’s domain. As it shimmered with an almost mirror-like finish, the oval-shaped portal opened and a being fell through, as if pushed. A male humanoid with a hyper-augmented musculature and oversized genitalia. An impressive specimen to be sure, dressed in purple spandex shorts that were banded at the waist and thigh with golden metallic bands, somehow emphasizing his endowment, purple boots, no gloves -- but golden gauntlets -- no shirt either, but somehow a metallic lightning bolt seemed attached to (a part of?) the skin of his massive pecs, a short white cape held around his thick neck by a golden tassel, and a bejewelled crown atop his square-jawed, handsome head. Wary, but not fearful, the man stood, taking in his surroundings, facing the hooded entity before him. “Where am I?” he growled. “And what are you? Death?” The Time Stalker chuckled, something he so rarely did, he couldn’t remember the last time -- so many years -- “I do not reap,” he said in his dry, raspy voice. “I sow. I sow carnage and entropy. The End of Time is so much more than mere death, mortal. I am the Time Stalker and this is my domain. And you, King Rex, as you would have yourself known, will soon be a tool for me in the defeat of the Horde of Future Heroes.” “I serve no one’s will but my own,” said the King, crossing his arms before his massive chest -- impressive, to be sure -- striking a posture of resistance. “I seek not your permission,” the Stalker hissed. “You will play out my orchestrations without even realizing it. Just by being yourself, King Rex, you will be my unwitting pawn.” And with that, Rex lashed out, opening his arms and releasing his power -- wave after wave of invisible mass, intent on weighing his opponent down. The power that had felled Superion. The Time Stalker shook it off as if it were little more than a pest, a nuisance. Deep within the shadows of his hood, Rex could almost see his smile. “Yes,” the Stalker said quietly. “That will do perfectly. But first, taste MY power…” With but a slight gesture, the Stalker deflected Rex’s attack and launched his own, a blast of chronal energy that hit Rex square in the chest -- it would’ve knocked him over if Rex’s mighty legs hadn’t already been braced. As he felt it rush past him, the chronal energy seemed to wash away the years as it went, like coarse sand would erode an object rushing by. When it was over, he wasn’t sure exactly what was different at first -- yes, he was slightly smaller, his muscles leaner, but still massive. No… it was his skin -- his skin was tighter! Tighter, smoother, softer, like when he’d been a boy. And that was when Rex realized -- the Time Stalker’s chronal blast had made him younger! He was no longer a full-grown man in the prime of his life -- now Rex was barely more than a teen. A hyper-muscular, over-endowed teen, to be sure, but a teen nonetheless -- maybe twenty on the outside. Even the hair on his head was youthful, shaggy and unkempt. And was he sporting a weak, teenaged beard? “What the hell…?” Even his voice had more tenor -- less of an edge. The Stalker was pleased. “Perfect,” he mumbled, chuckling. “Perfect. You still retain your powers and abilities, of course. And your lusts -- at your new age even more difficult to resist. But now you’ll fit in with the Horde, a contemporary, and so they’ll accept you. After that, it’s only a matter of time -- and time is what I know so well. And what I have so much of.” The Stalker made another gesture and a new trans-dimensional portal opened, shimmering just like the first, the one that had brought Rex here. “Go then and spread your sexual chaos,” the Stalker schemed aloud, “but not as King Rex, not yet. Not at YOUR new age.” He chuckled. “It’s not trite enough for them. Let them know you instead as Power Teen.” As he spoke, the Time Stalker seemed to grow, nearly eight feet tall by the time he said, “Do this for me and I promise you a reward that will shake the very foundation of continuity.” “Reward?” Rex asked, finally interested. Rex felt himself pushed, though there was no one to push him. But he felt pushed, for sure -- hands on his chest, shoving him into the trans-dimensional portal. He tumbled backwards through it -- his super-strength nothing in the face of this force -- and landed, unceremoniously, on his ass, on a weird sort of plastic-feeling pavement, so different from the decayed, unstable sandy surface at the End of Time. This new place was super-clean, sleek in a souped-up, science-fiction kind of way, notable for the absence of litter and pollution as much as the bright, metallic colors. As he stood, brushing some errant sand from his muscular ass, Rex realized that he was standing on a Pavilion of sorts, and there were quite a number of people milling about. Young people -- some of them in their early teens -- some of them not even HUMAN -- dressed in garash, stylized superhero garb. “Attention, Candidates…” The announcement caused Rex to turn around, where her faced a large building that was shaped like the back-end of a retro-styled rocketship sticking up out of the ground, brandished with a large letter “H”. In front of the “H”, a holographic banner read, “Horde Tryouts Today.” ********** HORDE HEADQUARTERS -- Earth The Horde Future-Hero Pavillion Before Rex could gather his thoughts, the announcement continued. “Welcome to Horde Membership Tryouts. We will begin our initial screening here on the Future-Hero Pavilion. When it’s your turn, tell us your real name, your planet of origin, the codename you’d like and a summation of your powers. Be prepared to demonstrate your powers as well. If you pass this phase, you will go inside the clubhouse for the next stage. Thank you and good luck.” Rex smiled as he realized the obviousness of the Time Stalker’s plot -- still, he wasn’t sure why he should play along. Infiltrating and corrupting this Horde could be a fun way to spend the day, no doubt, but that a being like the Time Stalker wanted so badly for him to do it, he wondered if he should. Really… what was in it for him? And then, as if on cue, the clubhouse doors opened and two of the Horde emerged. Because of his position -- Rex was near the back of the crowd -- he had to stand on the balls of his feet to see. On the left was something that looked like a human and a computer were merged together -- blue skin, with obviously fake light blue hair, but the rest of him was almost completely bio-circuitry, living, breathing AI. He wore a sleeveless white jumpsuit, tucked into light gray boots -- a heavy belt strapped around his waist that seemed to have multiple controls and functions. “Smartiak 6,” someone next to Rex said, in awe of the being. “He has a computer mind -- a twelfth-level intelligence with an all-too human heart.” He DID look like a computer had fucked someone, thought Rex -- but it was fleeting. As he tried to imagine what kind of cock Smartiak 6 had, he saw Smartiak’s companion. It couldn’t be…? Yet, somehow it was. Superion. But not the Superion that Rex had transformed into His Royal Consort -- this was a younger version, at least a decade younger than the Superion Rex knew. How could Superion exist as a youth a thousand years in his adult future? Was this what the Time Stalker had been talking about when he’d said Rex would “shake the foundation of continuity”? This youthful Superion had the same costume as his adult-self, the same S-shield across his chest -- but he had the build of a highly-trained teen athlete, a gymnast or a swimmer, lean and tight -- spectacular abs, Rex noted -- not the heavy musculature he carried as an adult, even before Rex augmented it. But it couldn’t be…? “It couldn’t be…” Rex mumbled aloud. The creature next to him took that as a cue to talk. “It is!’ the creature said, waving one of its many hands. “Everyone knows the legend: inspired by the deeds of the universal hero Superion, the Horde began as a club for young superheroes. At first, it was just a few Adventures. But as they became popular, the three founders when back in time a thousand years and recruited a youthful Superion to join their ranks, eventually becoming known as TEEN SUPERION AND THE HORDE OF FUTURE-HEROES!” “‘TEEN Superion’...?” “I know,” the creature said, giggling. “Isn’t he DREAMY?” Teen Superion was dreamy, indeed, Rex thought, glancing back at the young hero as he and Smartiak 6 stepped onto an electric platform hovering under the banner reading “Horde Tryouts today” -- his sleek musculature and those teeny, tiny hips, Rex just wanted to pound his hole. “Good Morning, Candidates!” Teen Superion announced in a strong, youthful voice. “We want to welcome you to this first round of Horde Tryouts. When it’s your turn, tell us your name, your proposed code-name, your planet of origin and be prepared to demonstrate your power.” There were quite a number of applicants, although most had little to offer in the way of actual power. Many seemed to be more sight-gag oriented, superfans with ridiculous code-names like “Fruit-Ripening Boy”, “Chlorine Kid” or “Ida Eyeballs”. Smartiak 6 would deny them and then Teen Superion would make some sort of comforting quip. Still, the hopeful would-be heroes were disappointed -- they’d lost the universe’s biggest talent show. And then they called on Rex, who suddenly realized he’d been standing in line without knowing it. As he approached the platform, he saw that same look in Teen Superion’s eyes that he‘d become so accustomed to when men first saw Rex’s hyper-muscled body and hyper-masculine endowment -- that moment of shock and envy. Of course, Teen Superion had no way of knowing that Rex had already enslaved his future self. That made this moment all the more delightful. “I am Rex of Earth,” he said with some amusement, legs spread, hands on hips, displaying himself proudly. “Code name: Power Teen. Aside from super-strength and my obvious physical prowess, I have the ability to give and take mass and strength away from someone. If I were battling Teen Superion, for example, I could take sap him of his strength -- or, if he were my ally, I could ADD to his strength, if such a thing were ever necessary.” “Fascinating,” said Smartiak 6, obviously contemplating Rex’s potential like Rex was a chess-piece. “Can you give us a demonstration?” asked Teen Superion, hopping down off the platform, a confident smirk on his face. Although the same height, Rex outweighed Teen Superion by at least fifty muscular pounds. Still, the super-teen held his stance, defiant -- Rex couldn’t help but remember Teen Superion’s adult self kneeling at Rex’s feet and sucking Rex’s mighty cock. Now it looked like Rex was going to get to seduce Superion all over again. The thought turned him on, regardless of the temporal chaos it would cause. “Gladly,” said Rex, lifting his arms in a grappling stance, as if he were about to begin a wrestling match. Moving so quickly he was little more than a blur, Teen Superion zipped behind Rex and put him in a Full Nelson -- it was like being in an iron vice, immovable and solid. Rex seemed helpless. “Well, I guess that ends that pretty quickly,” Teen Superion said smugly -- Rex enjoyed the feeling of Teen Superion pressing against him. “Not quite yet,” said Rex, bending his arm and gently touching Teen Superion. Almost immediately, Teen Superion’s hold weakened. “What’s happening?” he asked, suddenly breathless. Left with less strength than a normal human, Teen Superion’s Full Nelson was easily broken by Rex, as he effortlessly flipped the young hero onto his back on the Pavilion before them. He held Teen Superion against the ground with just his flat hand. “Now what do you think?” he quietly asked the helpless hero. Teen Superion smiled weakly. “I propose Full Horde Membership!” he said. [CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2 -- COMING SOON!] *********** From the Fanzine Column ABSMAN BLABS, MAN: A “LASS”, A “LAD”, ALAS AND ALACK A word about the HORDE OF FUTURE-HEROES. Debuting in 1958 in PASSIVE COMICS #247, the original eight-page HORDE story was largely a throwaway idea -- Teen Superion, visited by three Super Teens from the future, is invited to join their superhero club. After initially failing in some rigged initiation tests, there are knowing laughs, and that’s the end of that. All in all, a very simple and childlike adventure, reminiscent of most PASSIVE COMICS from the Silver Era. The Horde caught on though, and readers demanded more. The Horde’s adventures began appearing regularly in TEEN SUPERION comics as a backup, but became so popular that the book’s name changed to TEEN SUPERION AND THE HORDE OF FUTURE-HEROES and eventually, with issue #259 took over the title completely, renamed simply THE HORDE. Most of the Horde Members are identified to be in their mid-to-late teens during this era -- but it wasn’t until the 1970’s that the Horde had aged enough to include “Space Opera” elements into the storyline -- romance, intrigue and betrayal. Hot artist Matt Grail launched himself to fame bringing sweeping changes to the Horde’s costumes and modernizing the design of the 30th century -- making it look strangely like a sci-fi disco-fest -- lots of skin and lots of hair (on the girls and the boys! [Magnetic Boy’s black corset got this writer through puberty!]) Horde members married, had children, yet still kept the Lad/ Lass, Boy/ Girl honorifics in their code names. (With the exception of the infamous “Adult Horde” story that appeared way back in PASSIVE COMICS #354-355) Horde fans did the math -- there had been 14 Horde Leaders with a leader’s term lasting roughly one year. So by that measure, many of the Horde were in their mid-to-late 20’s still calling themselves “Boy” and “Girl” to “honor their inspiration”, Teen Superion. A time may come in the future when the Horde Members update their names to match their adulthood, but there are many who believe an Adult Horde may not have the same magic and innocence -- perhaps that’s true. It certainly wouldn’t have the same impact to see the Adult Horde dealing with the horrors of middle-age, chronic pain and male-pattern baldness -- but maybe a little more adult tone would be okay. Let them have SOME sex -- especially Smartiak 6, doesn’t a computer deserve a little love?
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  6. Holy F! this was an awesome read and a very interesting setting. What will happen top them now?
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  7. Thanks All! I have been working on the next 3 chapters - to the end. When I put up the next chapter I want to have all of the story written so I can post all of it. Too many stories on here are unfinished - mine included...so be patient and I will deliver the next chapter and the others to the end.
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  8. Wow... this is legit. I love the design of the symbiotic bio suit by the way, very cool. So I'm guessing while they are linked they will basically live in each others minds while being controlled?
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  9. AND NOW... the FULL story and Conclusion to "The Muscle Factory" (64 pgs) Patreon sponsorship to help fund these stories is greatly appreciated! (Link in Signature)
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  10. Hot off the presses I kinda felt like the narrator was a little conceited at the end of the last part. That is totally not his character. So this part expands on the story a little, giving explanation to why he acted like that in the meeting. There is also more to the meeting scene at the end. Part 4 The trainer was still on his knees, staring at me flexing my glutes. He was making some sort of guttural gurgling sound. The trainer was very good looking. He was 5'8", carrying well over 200 pounds of beef. He wasn't competing any more, but you could tell that he totally earned that IFBB pro card on his wall. Apparently he was completely into super thick and stocky guys. My boyfriend and I had discussed it some before coming. "I feel like we are just using him. I do not want to become some entitled meathead through all of this." I was referring to the trainer. We were at home. My boyfriend kissed me passionately. "I wouldn't want you to. I fell in love with the tiny shy guy hiding at the corner of the bar. Out of everyone there, you were the least into yourself." He stood up straight, towering over me and waggled his finger. "If you turned into a meathead, you could kiss this goodbye!" He hefted his cock in his pants to make his point. He turned and started walking to the kitchen to prep meal 2. "Or maybe I should say, you won't get a chance to kiss it goodbye." He chuckled. I followed him into the kitchen with a grin on my face. "That is the only cock that I ever want to touch my mouth. I couldn't bare to lose it. So then the problem remains. What do we do about the trainer?" My boyfriend went about his meal prep with a thoughtful face. "He is obviously into you. Or maybe into the thought of what you can become. We can certainly use that to our advantage." "But I do not want a man slave devoted to me and oogling my body." He whole heartedly laughed at that commend. "Yeah I know. But I am not sure if he actually wants you or if it a muscle worship sort of thing. Think about the guy next door." My cock instantly got hard and I shuttered. My boyfriend had a crooked smile. "See, you do not want him specifically, but the thought of his body gets you going. You get the high of dopamine attraction but you are not chemically linked with your oxytocin levels." This was starting to go over my head and my boyfriend could see my face going blank. "You are in love with the idea, but not with the man." "That is why I fell in love with a neuroscientist. I loved the man but not his ideas." My boyfriend almost doubled over laughing. I realized what I just said and joined in laughing. We first met at a campus bar where we were both going to school. Like he had mentioned, I was trolling for some college hookup. At the time, I was in my senior year in the CS program. I never got a date at bars or any other hangouts. It was more my own fault than just bad luck. I could not get myself to interact and most people would not even notice someone hiding in the corner. I was much more comfortable behind a computer screen. When a tall guy approached me and then mentioned that he was a second year doctoral student in neurology, I was more than a bit intimidated. But there was just something about him. And that something is still there many years later. We finally calmed down a little and he continued. "Just like how our neighbor can get you hard with his muscular displays. I think you could give the trainer what he wants with the same." I nodded. "But what if he wants to go further?" "I don't think he will. Just the look of the computer model on the screen got him off. Never once during our workouts have I seen him looking like he wants to have sex or anything. Actually, the thrill of seeing you bigger seems to be motivating him as a trainer." "You'll be there too to break it up..." I sighed deeply, feeling anxiety creeping in... ===================== That anxiety was still there from hours before. I had no clue how I pulled off what I did already. But we needed the trainer to stay on board, that that meant putting on a show. He was practically drooling already. I look at my boyfriend with hesitation written on my face. He just gave me a nod and made a little heart symbol with his hands. I love that man so much. I turned away from the trainer and slowly began to pull the shorts down the rest of the way. If I was taller, my ass spread out like that while leaning over might have eclipsed the lights in the room. I smiled at the thought of a giant ass shaped shadow darkening everything around. Ah, that relaxed me a little. I began to wiggle getting the shorts the rest of the way and then stepping out of them. "Oh... my... g-mmphf." I heard the grunts of a second orgasm behind me. I thought to myself, "If he got off on that, he is going to love what comes next." Without standing, I reached back and tugged on the boxer briefs a little. They immediately snapped back into place. I tried a second time, but the waste band wanted the safety of my waist instead of screaming as it stretched over my glutes. I sighed and stood up, my big reveal was foiled. Instead, I flexed tight and tugged them down. It was now small enough to get the waistband 1/4 of the way over my glutes, displaying a jockstrap underneath. The trainer was making sort of a clicking sound in the back of his throat, like he was trying to breath and swallow at the same time and his body didn't know which one to do. I turned around to face him. I could see that he was very much into it. I suddenly had some stage fright with him on the ground below me staring at my body. I close my eyes and mouthed, "just go for it... just go for it..." In one swift motion, I tore off the boxer briefs. They already had runs and were stretched to the breaking point anyway. It really didn't take much effort to remove them in one piece. Obviously, it had the desired effect. My boyfriend gave a low whistle - that part was unrehearsed and unexpected. The trainer looked like he was about to pass out. Quickly, I threw the briefs on the floor and flexed my legs to bring him back into the moment. That too had the desired effect because he blew his third load. The waist on the jockstrap looked normal when looking at my upper body. But then the completely exposed legs just exploded out. Flexed like that, my quad sweep had to be nearing twice the width of my waist or even more. I was actually taken aback by how big my legs looked. They were still massively pumped up from the leg workout. They even still burned a little from the deep squats. With massive globular glutes like mine, 'ass to the floor' squats are pretty easy. I get to save a few inches over normal people. Without giving myself time to second second guess the decision, I then turned around. My ass was fully revealed. I had on this jockstrap with multiple bands on the back. It was a pain (in the ass???) to get on. I took forever adjusting the straps to where it didn't feel super weird. The jockstrap was sort of like a push up bra for your butt. It even advertised that it would 'lift and separate'. Just like the boxer briefs, it felt like the straps were strained - it is not like I could get an extra extra large or something with my height and waist measurement. So there's my glutes jammed into this thing. With the tight straps, it gave bubble butt a whole new meaning. You could almost see two perfect 3D spheres attached to me. I flexed my calves a little, going up on my toes. My calves were like beachballs that joined some cankles. It wasn't that I really had cankles, my calves were so large and legs so short that they couldn't do anything other than form cankles. I then held that and made the motion like I was bending my legs, but held that in place too. My hamstrings created corrugated rows heading down my legs. I began shaking a tiny bit from the strain. I could feel my ass cheeks jiggling in the jockstrap. I then flared out my quads as best I could without losing the other two flexes. And then flexed my ass. It was so difficult holding this and I even felt a cramp enter my butt cheeks. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I clenched my ass and flexed as hard as I could. I could hear my boyfriend sit down hard, back into the chair. The trainer mumbled, "Oh my god, that's not fat... that's all muscle..." He then began moaning with his fourth load coming. I could only hold for a couple more seconds before the cramp overtook me. I released all of it and had to hop around the room bit, oblivious to being practically naked. I massaged my ass cheeks deeply and shook my legs to get the cramp out. Once that was feeling better, I turned around. Both my boyfriend and the trainer were totally awestruck. I suddenly felt completely exposed and grabbed the workout shorts to put back on. "So how was that?" I received no response. My boyfriend was shaking his head - not like a 'no' type of head shake, more like one of disbelief. He finally got some clarity back in his expression and just gave me a weak thumbs up. I went over to the trainer and picked him up to bring him back to his desk. "Hey buddy, did you like that?" He nodded his head like a child. I could not imagine what that looked like carrying someone 7 inches taller than me, cradling them in my arms. "Good. We love everything you have done for us and we wanted to give you something in return." I gently sat him in his chair. He looked at me and nodded again. I walked back to the other side of my desk and put on my shirt. "We want to work with you for a long time. You have been great to us. Now, how about we finish up the meeting? My stomach is telling me that it is time for my next meal." They both just nodded in response.
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  11. The Fighter 1. The Fight Vientiene, Laos, Southeast Asia In the heat of the early evening the crowd is filtering in to the functional and simple building. Once used as an official military post for storage, there are many unfilled rooms with stark light bulbs and sawdust or dirt, sometimes blood on the floors. Coming in from the twilight, meandering towards the largest room of the complex, are a mix of business men from downtown, gambling degenerates, a few power drinking Western waywards, mobbed up badasses and some wannabe fighters. Tickets stamped, three security checkpoints, room after room, following the humming of noise from the main fighting area, passing one official after another and then moving in to a seating section arranged by class or distinction. The higher rollers at the top on cushioned seats, most of the mass on planks of splintery wood and the poor folks standing within a roped off area on level with the fighters. Kapono is a wiry and but well-dressed figure for whom the fighters work for. He earns money for the bosses through gambling bets placed on fights. The fights come in several forms including evenly matched same gender, unevenly matched same gender, and intergender. There are three general rules that each fighter is to obey; no police, no help and no rules. A winner is determined when an opponent is unconscious or worse. There is a "master", who serves as something of an official and he begins the match and calls an end. However he is mostly there to incite the crowd and cause excitement. Seu is of American descent. His parents were military and were estranged since his birth. Seu has been under the authority of Laotian kingpins since the age of 12, the last time he saw his dad. To his knowledge his father is back in Arizona, USA and living on a Reservation, as he was part Apache Indian. Raw willpower, ingenuity, unbreakable spirit and size and strength were some of the inheritants from his father. Both of his parents were never pinned down, they were always into the wind, unbound by rules or even loyalty to friends or family. Seu sits in a tiny room where there are weights in the form of 4 dumbbells of various sizes. There is a pull-up bar in the doorless frame of the room entranceway. On a small counter sits barely passable food and water. There are hangers for clothes still there from the military days and a bench to sit on along one wall. By now Seu has been in this room 10 minutes. He arrives for these fights later than the others. He feels no need to prepare. He loves to fight. It’s IN him. There is no mental preparation. He fights anywhere, anytime. It’s second nature, the way a shark is always hunting. Seu doesn’t know his opponent and doesn’t care about his opponent. Typically he is involved in what they call a squash match. Bets are taken in many forms. Under these circumstances the wagers may be regarding the duration of the match more so than the decided winner. Even the nature of the condition of the loser is wagered upon. Anything the customer wants. Kapono appears in the doorway, Seu doesn’t look at him. “Three fights. You stay out and come back after the third fight. Do good,” he says from over his shoulder as he shuffles away. Into the room comes a small girl, as is the ritual. These girls are typically early 20’s or younger, sometimes much younger. Seu doesn’t really know where these girls come from and in his three years of these fights he has never seen the same girl twice. This is part of the protocol. Each fighter has a visit from a girl about 10 minutes before a fight. The girls are instructed to do as the fighter commands. Seu looks her up and down. These girls always were naked underneath a neck to knees robe to cover themselves. He never varies from his pre-fight ritual. He motions to her and says, “come behind me.” She obediently moves behind the boy. Even at 18 years old, Seu has been a man physically and mentally for a long time. From the sitting position, the small girl’s chin is just above the top of Seu’s head. “Put your hand on my chin,” Seu demanded. She did. “Put your other hand on my head, here,” Seu motioned with his hand. The girl placed her free hand on Seu’s head. “I want you to snap my neck, like THIS,” and Seu jerked his head hard to one side. The girl backed away slightly and Seu said sternly, “NOW.” She re-gripped Seu’s head and as instructed forced his head to one side. “Harder,” he said, annoyed. Maintaining her grip, the girl pulled harder. “Harder, harder, harder, harder.” The girl clenched his head and in the same direction, twisted his head hard enough that she thought it might come off. She heard a crack that startled her. “Now the other way.” The girl snapped Seu’s head in the opposite direction with the same force. Seu wasn’t pleased though, and made her repeat this three times until his neck cracked again. The girl was tired and fell back a step. Seu deliberately stood up. The girl’s jaw fell open as her eyes followed him into his standing position. When Seu was 14 he 183cm tall (6'0"). At 18 he is 195.5 (6’5).” The girl thought his back looked bigger than a table. She became aroused, although didn’t visually react. Seu turned to face the girl and he kicked aside the stool that he had been sitting on. The girl noted only just now, that he was Western and was intrigued by his white, yet brownish tanned skin. This is partly from Seu’s Native American descent. Seu had on worn-down black sweatpants and issued boots. Footwear was for whatever reason required and actually the one and only clothing requirement. Nudity is not even against the rules in this spectacle. The boots were similar to military style above the ankle, but not as rigid or heavy and relatively comfortable. He wears a size 15. The girl had a fleeting thought of the men she has fucked and how Seu’s size compared. Unknowingly, she had her hand on her crotch. Not rubbing, but just there. Seu stepped close to the Loatian girl who, experienced with these encounters, stood her ground waiting for instruction. The young girl’s eyes were just above his navel. She was very aroused. The girl had never seen muscle like this. Aside from his strong jaw and boyish looks, his shoulders were so wide. They were strait, leveled off and muscle capped on the sides. She looked up at his shapely lats and powerful pecs. Seu’s pecs stood out over 10cm (4") from his chest. She had never been with a man who had as well-defined abs without even flexing, as he. His narrow waist exploded into an outline of powerful thighs that she imagined, under his shabby sweatpants. His biceps had a slight vein down the middle, cold and unpumped. “I want you to pull my cock,” Seu ordered, looking at her directly. His black hair was 7.5cm (3") long and spiked strait up on top, making him appear even taller. The girl cupped her hands to spit in to them but Seu objected, “No, raw.” Seu gripped the sides of his sweatpants and briskly pulled them down to just above his knee, revealing full nudity. The girl gasped and put both hands over her mouth. Seu’s cock was semi hard and over 20cm (8") in that state. She had never seen such a thing. She slightly crouched over and grabbed her crotch hard from arousal. The girl crossed her legs, looking as though she needed to pee and was holding it in. Seu didn’t break from his glare. The girl opened her robe by undoing the loosely tied sash, but did not slip it off. She approached Seu and confidently gripped his cock with her hand. Realizing her fingers did not touch around it's size, she put her second hand on it and began to stroke from base of shaft to the tip. Seu looked down at her without emotion, although his cock immediately twitched in her hands and expanded upon her touch. "More force," he said robotically. The small girl tried to strengthen her double grip and intensify her stroking, while containing her own arousal. "Give me more force," Seu said. With her shoulders rocking back and forth and her head bobbing, the girl was putting her whole body now into working his cock, which was somehow matching her pressure with equal resistance. The cock became so hard, slanted upwards, that it almost didn't move despite her efforts. This had an effect on her of heightening her arousal but also a feeling as though she was not doing fulfilling her expectation. She thought Seu wanted to climax, but in fact his control over his own orgasm was infallable. The girl could do this endlessly and he could maintain a pulsating erection and not come close to orgasm, if he was so inclined. Seu's intention here was to take off the edge. He constantly felt the urge to become hard and then soft and then hard again. It consummed him. At this time Seu stepped forward pushing the girl backwards with a stumble. He backed the girl, still cock in hands, against the wall. She felt overwhelmed. Seu grabbed a handful of her hair and aimed her glare up towards his. He held this position momentarily and then released the girl and stepped away. Seu pulled his pants back up from around his knees and put the waistband around the end of his cock to hold his big member in place. From a hook on the wall he grabbed a long-sleeve white compression shirt and wrestled it over his ripped torso. Seu exited the room and turned down a dimly lit corridor and up a set of stairs. The girl dropped down to her knees once left alone and began to pleasure herself. After some familiar twists and turns, Seu began to hear the hum of the crowd from the fight room. Kapono emerged from the shadows. "You feeling good?" "I'm always fucking good bitch." "Three fights. Hurt them if you can," Kapono reached up and placed his hand on Seu's shoulder. Seu is rebellious and can be contrary, but Kapono has had a hand in raising him since he became a teen. He might be the only person Seu respects. "How bad should I hurt them?" "Ahh, give them a show," Kapono answered. "One's a Russian. I don't like any of these guys." Seu grunted in response as they approached a tattered curtain where on the other side contained the large fighting room. The edge of his cock was still peaking up from this sweatpants waistband but covered by his compression shirt, notwithstanding the bulge. Dimlee, The Master, raised his hands while positioned in the middle of the fighting area to bring the crowd to a hush. "I will now announce the next fight" he spoke in very good English. "There is sure to be BLOOD!" Dimlee spun around in circles as he addressed the crowd. "Remember there will be no interference and remain away from the fighting area." "For our next match of the evening we have one of our most dangerous fighters!" Seu waited behind the curtain with contained anticipation. He was thirsty to hurt some one. Kapono had left Seu to summon the other fighter. "Born in America but raised right here in the streets of Vientiene, at the age of 18 years, standing 190.5 cm (6'5") and with a weight of 99.8 kg (220lbs), UNDEFEATED, unbeatable, with a heart of stone... The Laotian Tiger, SEU!!!" Seu brushed aside the curtain and with his head narrowly clearing the door frame, he stepped out into the hot light rigs that were set up around the fight circle. The crowd was full of energy and there were so many cat-calls of one sort or another that they molded into one inaudible buzzing of sound. Seu stood tall in the fight circle, with no expression on his face. He folded his arms tightly across his chest. Even from the crowd you could see the biceps exploding from his sleeves. "His opponent makes his first fight in the country of Laos. From Vietnam, where he is a champion fighter in his region... he is so lightning quick that he will catch a deadly snake with his bare hands...162.5cm (5'4") and 55kg (122lbs)... here is Duong!!!" Across from Seu the curtain flew open and the diminutive Vietnamese fighter appeared. Duong wore tights cut off at the top of the thigh. He had no shirt on with a toned but thin body. The fighter leapt out into the fighting area and pointed directly in Seu's vicinity. Then he made a motion to drag his thumb across his throat left to right to indicate impending doom for his opponent. Seu was motionless and expressionless, arms remaining folded. Master Dimlee now stood between the two fighters. Duong was jumping up and down in place. The official put his fist high into the air then quickly down to his side and with every fiber of his being screamed "FIGHT!!!" Duong sprang towards his motionless opponent. As the fighter approached the giant boy, the difference in size was shocking. Seu dropped his arms. Duong, his eyes level with Seu's pecs, delivered a blow to Seu's stomach. Seu didn't move an inch, absorbing the punch, unflexed. Duong grabbed his throbbing wrist. In one motion, Seu cupped both hands on the sides of Duong's head and drove the Asian boy's face into his chest, instantly breaking his nose. Seu pulled the small boy's head away from his chest revealing several blood spots shading his white compression shirt. Then he slammed the boy's face into his pecs again. Seu's muscles seemed to want to burst out from every centimeter of his shirt. Seu slammed Duong's face into his rock hard pecs a third time and the boy appeared to lose consciousness. With an expression completely void of fear, mercy and strain, Seu repeatedly smashed the helpless Vietnamese boy's bloodied face into his pecs. After several more blows, Seu's shirt was heavily bloodied and the Asian had become dead weight in Seu's hands. Holding Duong's weight, Seu continued to break the boy's face against his chest. Finally he stopped and simply held the dead weight of the Asian in his hands. The boy's body was limp, arms dangling at his sides, heels up off the floor being held on his toes by Seu's strength. Seu released his grip and Duong dropped to the floor like a rock and lay there face down, bleeding from his nose and mouth. Seu looked up at the crowd who were waving their programs and betting tickets in the air and cheering or hissing. His opponent lay there motionless at his feet. Seu stepped over Duong with one foot on either side of the prone boy, standing over him, to show his dominance. The crowd responded by chanting his name. Master Dimlee approached the fighter and raised Seu's arm up in the air. Seu moved away from his opponent. Duong was briskly carried away by two men, vanishing into the corridors. Seu reset to his starting position, standing tall and folding his arms. Dimlee raised his arms to attempt to silence the stirring of the crowd. "The Laotian Tiger's next opponent, is a man from right here in Laos. He is a jungle man who is as tough as a nail in a coffin! He is called "The Cage!" Many in the crowd remember this name. "This man began fighting as a small boy inside bamboo cages and is known far and wide. Standing 178cm (5'10") and weighing 70kg (155lbs)... here comes... THE CAGE!" Seu's Asian opponent appeared from the shadows with little expression and moved robotically. The Cage was tall for a Laotian and carried himself confidently but with little muscle. As a teen he was well known in Vientiene fighting circles, but now at the age of 31 was not fighting regularly anymore. He wore boxing shorts, no shirt and was heavily tatooed. Upon entering his place in the fighting circle, The Cage displayed a double bicep flex that showed no difference between flexed and unflexed biceps. He rotated around to acknowledge the crowd who mostly showed indifference. Dimlee stood between the two fighters and raised a fist in the air to signal the fighters to be at their ready. "FIGHT," he spat out at the top of his voice. The Cage moved towards Seu but was stopped in his tracks at the first sign of movement from his opponent. Seu lowered his arms and grabbed his balls and gave them two quick pulls. His nostrils flared. He punched his chest hard which made an audible thud heard even up in the highest seats. Seu raised both hands and waved his fingers motioning to The Cage to approach him. The Cage then apprehensively raised his fists and moved in on Seu. He reached up and swung at Seu's head which he easily dodged. Seu grabbed the Asian man's neck prompting The Cage to put both hands over top of Seu's. With his other hand, Seu took hold of the top of The Cage's leg and with no effort at all he pressed that Asian man over his head. Seu held the man 274cm (9") high in the air. The Cage began to kick his legs while still trying in vein to loosen Seu's grip around his neck. Seu walked in a complete circle around the fighting area wanting to show off his power. He had no expression on his face. Centering himself in the fighting area, Seu lowered and then threw the man so far that his feet landed outside of the designated fighting area. The Cage landed with such force that it kicked up a cloud of dust as he lay in agony on the floor. Immediately a group of men were standing over The Cage, screaming instructions and motioning for him to get up. One middle aged man shouted in Laotian, "fucking get up! Pussy girl! Get the fuck up!" Seu stood in place waiting for his opponent to stagger to his feet. The Cage, with one hand on his back was moving towards the center of the ring. Seu took a large step forward and drove his fist directly into the center of the Asian man's chest. This caused a sucking sound as air escaped from his lungs and knocked him back off his feet and onto the ground again. The Cage lay there, without even enough air in his body to clutch his chest. Dimlee moved in and knelt beside the broken body laying on the ground. He placed his hand near the sternum of the Asian. Dimlee stood up after diagnosing the situation. He pumped both his fists in front of him and with spit and excitement he screamed, "he is broken! He... Is... Broken!" Dimlee pointed in Seu's direction, "WINNER!" Seu slammed his fist into his hand causing muscle to ripple from head to toe. He bellowed, "bring me a fucking challenge!" He turned to the frenzied crowd behind him and repeated, "I said bring me a fucking challenge!" Three teen boys came into the circle to unforgivingly lift The Cage by his feet and torso and carry him back into the medical area. Dimlee, looking to build excitement amongst the gawkers, took a que from Seu. "Ladies and gentlemen, our Laotian Tiger wants a challenge," he paused to allow time for cat-calls from the crowd. "Russia... Russia... has answered the challenge! Just 22 years old. Standing 178cm (6'0") and with a strong 88kg (195lbs)... making his first fight in Asia..." At that time a teen boy who is a worker in the fight club came tumbling thru the curtain as though he had been pushed. Bounding out behind him was Morosov, Seu's next opponent. Morosov walked defiantly into the fight circle interrupting Dimlee's announcement. The Russian badass approached Dimlee and said with broken English, "get the fuck out of my way." Dimlee knew it was on. He raised his fist and screamed "FIGHT," while blood vessels throbbed in this neck and temples. The Russian was filled with courage and couldn't wait to embarrass his younger opponent. He confidently approached the taller wunderkind and put his finger directly in front of Seu's nose. "I am going to crush you." Then he beamed into a wide smile and ran his fingers through his shoulder length, platinum blonde hair. "Then I will fuck your ass in front of all your little Asian girls, ha ha ha." The Russian was muscular but not as big in any area as his counterpart. Yet, his confidence was unwavering. Morosov moved a step closer to Seu. They are now touching eachother at the chest and unflinchingly meeting eachother's stare. The Russian opened his mouth, "This night I will make you..." and Seu commenced the fight. The giant boy put one arm around the back of Morosov's head and the other beneath his legs and effortlessly lifted the Russian into a cradle carry. With the Russian in his arms, Seu began to flex his biceps and chest and tightened his grip. Morosov tried to power out of the hold by straining every muscle in any direction. Seu increased intensity, as the 18 year old began to overpower this Russian man. Morosov's head was being pushed into his knees. His air flow was being cut off by the pressure around his head and neck. He began to not be able to keep his eyes open. Feeding from the strength being drained from the body of his opponent, Seu flexed even harder while the Russian wimpered in his arms. With a last effort, Morosov attempted to gather his strength and power out one more time. Seu matched and then overpowered this effort and flexed harder. He was crushing this Russian. Dimlee sensed that Morosov may be helpless and approached the fighters. From his short stature he could barely see over Seu's forearm and read the face of the Russian. It appeared the Russian was barely breathing and his eyes were closed. Seu had little expression on his face. He showed no mercy, while pulling all the strength out of his Russian opponent and devouring it. The feeling made Seu's cock twitch. Dimlee was pulling at Seu's forearm. Seu barely noticed. The Russian was in dire condition. The Master then motioned towards a portion of the crowd where emerged a young Asian boy under the employ of the fight club. He wore a backpack which he unstrapped and shuffled through the contents of. Seu had not lessened this grip at all and the Russian had faded, no longer even fighting for freedom. From the backpack, the Asian furnished a hand taser. He met Dimlee's eyes and The Master said, "hit him... HIT HIM!" The boy approached Seu and put the taster in the small of Seu's back and the electric current was transfered. Seu didn't budge. The boy repeated this, now holding the taser against Seu's skin for 5 seconds. Seu was impervious to it. "Again," Dimlee screamed with panic. The boy put both hands around the taser and drove it as though he was stabbing with a knife, into Seu's bicep. Seu's muscle strain only intensified, not weakened by the taser's effect. The boy looked up at Seu who met his glare and stuck his tongue far out of his mouth. Dimlee stood back nervously as he was in fear they would lose the Russian and send back a corpse. The taser boy pulled the weapon from Seu's bicep and attempted to place it on Seu's tongue. However, he missed his aim as The Tiger was so much taller and ended up tasering Seu's neck. At first Seu withstood the electric current of the taser. The boy held the taser in place 5 seconds. Now 10 seconds. The taser was getting hot in the boy's hand. After 15 seconds Seu dropped the Russian to the floor, still stuck in the fetal position he had been held in. The taser boy dropped the taser and began to hold his hand which felt like it was on fire. Without even placing a hand on his taser-burned neck, Seu turned to the taser boy and picked him up on one shoulder. Seu's bicep popped as he held the boy with one arm. He then took three steps and slammed the poor boy down into the floor boards. The taser boy was immediately unconscious. Already workers had come and carried the twitching Russian away to the medical room. Seu rose and stepped towards Dimlee. Keeping the show rolling, Dimlee grabbed Seu's arm and threw it up in victory. "The Laotian Tiger boy... the unbeatable... Seu!!!" Dimlee called some workers over to tend to the taser boy. Seu bathed in the favorable cheering and emotion from the crowd. As he strutted around the fighting circle he continuously bounced his pecs without moving his arms even slightly. Seu had dominated three men tonight thoroughly. They weren't just beaten physically, but they were humiliated. Seu felt some satisfaction from draining the manhood from his opponents. But his sexual appetite was now on his mind. It felt as though it was growing beyond his control. 2. Release The country of Vietnam is the capital of fighting in Southeast Asia. People of all ages enjoy fighting of all sorts. In Hanoi, there are 4 official fight clubs. Men and women travel from all parts of the globe to test their skills and strength in the city known as "Paris of the East." A microphone is lowered from rafters of a building that was once used as an airplane hangar. A well dressed master of ceremonies moves into the center of the fighting ring. He grasps the mic and addresses the anxious crowd in English. "Gentlemen, the Perfume Combat Club is the best fighting club in the city of Hanoi. We bring you the best matches with fighters from around the world!" The crowd was buzzing with some patrons rowdily applauding and stomping, others going over betting slips and the remainder of the night's card, while some were feverishly making cash side bets amongst themselves. Standing on the matted floors of the modern fighting circle were two young men native to the area. They looked downward, not wanting to face the crowd. Both boys wore red boxing shorts and no shirts, with bare feet. These men who were in their early 20's, were already seasoned fighters specializing in Muay Thai. Speaking smooth and deliberately, the announcer continued. "From right here in Hanoi city, I bring you two great fighters." He approached one fighter who just now raised his stare upwards from the floor. "Standing 170cm (5"7") and weighing in at 57.7 kg (127lbs), here is Trang!!" The only response from the fighter was to quickly raise and lower one hand which was heavily wrapped in tape. "And his partner, one of three professional fighters in his family, standing 165cm (5'5") and with a body weight of 55kg (121lbs), here is Minh!!" The young man shrugged his shoulders and bobbed his head to loosen up but didn't break his stare down with the floor. The crowd jeered the young fighters with laughter and cat-calls. Both men remained still and appeared to be nervous. They knew they were in trouble on this day but the pay day of 4.7M Vietnamese dong (just over $200 USD) each was enough that they neededn't fight again for a month. The announcer cleared his throat for effect and turned towards the unoccupied other side of the fighting circle. "And now, our champion fighter that many of you have come to see. A man of such size and power that the Perfume Combat Club only, can bring to you. This man was born in Cali, Colombia, in South America. He was raised as a street fighter where he had never been beaten in his home country." The crowd were stomping floorboards and bleachers, utilizing various noise-makers and throwing fists in the air while burning with anticipation. "Now 23 years old, he has been fighting in Vietnam for one year without having been beaten." Appearing from a dark hallway and flanked by several handlers was a massive and fierce looking young man. "Here he comes! Standing 200.5cm (6'7") and 127kg (280lbs)... Sensei." The announcers voice was overpowered by the roar of the crowd as Sensei moved into the fighting cirle. The Colombian had short black hair styled into a hawk in the middle. He was good looking with long eyebrows, but scowling and brooding. Sensei wore a green satin robe covering a package of traps, pecs, abs and biceps. He was dressed in green boxing shorts that went down to his knees and contained powerful thighs. Once in the circle he derobed and tossed his garb behind him to one of the handlers. His outsized opponents, who had not yet built up the courage to meet his eyes, could see his black hightop shoes and green socks. Sensei's calves alone, were almost the size of the waist of his foes. The announcer officially began the match and dispersed. Feeding from the energy of the crowd was Sensei who was pumping his blood by curling his biceps up and down. The golden color of his skin glistened under the hot lights with his sweat and he appeared to be glowing. Trang, who was a bit bigger than Minh, began to approach Sensei, with his arms up and fists clenched. Minh, now visibly scared, followed just behind Trang but was not in a fighting position. Trang made the first move as he stepped in to Sensei and delivered a bare-footed kick as high as he could, which landed in the chest. Sensei didn't even move as Trang was knocked backwards and down to the ground. Sensei looked directly at Minh who looked back at the ripped Colombian. Minh then turned and attempted to run back to his dressing room. He didn't make it very far as several handlers and a group of spectators grabbed him and practically threw him back towards Sensei which drew a roar from the crowd. By now Trang had gotten back to his feet and undeterred, he approached the Colombian and began delivering body shots to the abs and chest. Sensei enjoyed this and looked down at his Asian opponent with an arched eyebrow. After a series of punches that had no effect, Trang dropped his hands and looked up at his opponent with confusion. Sensei's face turned tight and his eyes piercing, "Nem mesmo Deus pode ajudá-lo agora." He put his hand around Trang's neck and raised the Asian up in the air with one arm. Sensei turned around to show his power to all eyes. Trang struggled and kicked his feet but Sensei was too strong. After absorbing the energy of the crowd, Sensei slammed that boy down onto his back so hard that Trang literally bounced. The crowd exploded at the sight of Trang lying on the floor completely motionless. Sensei then focused his attention on poor Minh, who had nowhere to go. He took a giant step towards Minh and put his hand under the Asian's crotch and hoisted the young man up with one arm. Sensei held Minh in a pre-bodyslam position for a few seconds and then threw him down on top of Trang. He crouched down and gathered up both boys in his arms as one would collect a load of firewood, and scooped up the boys together and held them in a cradle-carry position. Trang appeared to be lifeless and Minh was muttering words, possibly a prayer. Sensei then took three quick steps and angled his body off the ground delivering a power slam that shook the room as much as the collective foot stomping of the assembled crowd. Sensei stood up looking like a giant standing beside his two prone opponents. He curled his thumb around the waistband of his boxing shorts and partially pulled them down exposing his semi-hard cock. He began pissing on the two boys and with enough force that the urine could be heard splattering on the bodies from the first row of the bleachers. Most of the crowd fell silent as Sensei focused his attention on dehumanizing his beaten opponents. Then, even though he was still pissing full stream he cut it off as if it was nothing, pulled his shorts back up and addressed the crowd. "Let it be known," he said in English. "I am the strongest fighter in this land. I am pure Colombian blood. I am never having been beat." Sensei turned to face the private box that housed the Fight Club organizers. "Let my voice be heard this day," he continued. "Bring me Seu. Bring him to me and I will crush him and show the world that I am the best!" Much of the crowd was now cheering again and Sensei stomped off towards the dressing room. Somebody had adorned his shoulders with the flag of Colombia before exiting the fighting area. Before reaching his dressing area, a disheveled and feverish acting Club employee approached Seu talking quickly and loudly. "You can't do that! You can't do that!" Sensei put his hand over the man's face and threw him down to the ground with force. Vientiene, Laos. Kapono's Gym Kapono ran a sprawling one floor complex where fighters trained, ate and some even slept. Seu had three days before his next arranged match. The opponent wasn't known to him yet but he was told to hurt the opponent badly and win within one minute. Apparently the betters felt this opponent could survive the first 90 second round and that's the way the betting was going. The gym had numerous rooms and was not meant to be a place for training. There was no large room with an open floor plan. Some rooms were set up with floor-matting for sparring. Others were cramped with training equipment or weights. There was a kitchen and a place behind the building to eat. Some rooms were occupied as living quarters for fighters or workers. Seu lived across the alley from the gym in a second story, private access apartment. There was a shop below that sold oddities and there were always strange and interesting people coming and going. Seu mostly kept to himself. Living conditions were poor in this area, but he earned enough money from Kapono to rent this clean and well maintained living space. Food was prepared for him at the gym and deducted from his pay. Girls were on his mind. They were always on his mind. Kapono had bred Seu to have sex often and arranged for this to happen since a young age. He believed that sexual stimulation helped promote a high production of testosterone, which in turn made Seu a bigger, stronger more aggressive fighter. Seu was informed by Kapono the other day that the service which provides the girls for him will no longer be sending any. Seu has difficulty controlling his sex drive and during the act becomes too aggressive. That, coupled with his tremendous size, strength, and stamina, and these girls simply cannot handle him. In fact many of them get hurt and in turn cannot work, so the service is discontinuing having Seu as a client. "Rrraaahhh... rrraaahhh... rrraaahhh," Seu growled and he finished his bench press set. The boy had a deep voice and liked to listen to himself grunt when lifting weights. He was surrounded by three teenage boys all younger than he, who aided the fighters in their training at the gym. Many of these boys are training to be fighters themselves. "How much is on the bar," he demanded as he sat up. One of the boys counted the cement blocks and figured an answer in his head. "There is 130kg (286 lbs) mister," the boy spoke loudly trying to act tough. Seu grabbed one of the boys by the arm who was closest to him and pulled him in to within six inches from his face. "Do I look like a fucking girl to you?" Then he released the boy who stumbled backwards. Seu demanded "put some weight... on the fucking bar!" Two of the boys scrambled into the process of adding some cement blocks on to the bar. This room was small and had one bench for lifting and several bars leaning against the wall, with cement blocks of all shapes and sizes on the floor. "Here's 150kg (330 lbs) mister," said one of the boys while he playfully punches Seu's arm. "Fuck," said Seu, "I should put you bitches on the bar and just lift the three of you." Seu laid down on the bench and gripped the bar. He raised the bar and quickly dropped it to his chest and with no expression on his face busted out three reps in three seconds. "Rrraaahhh, rrraaahhh, rrraaahhh..." Seu hit six reps and paused. Then he powered through three more reps and dropped the bar rattling around on the holders of the weight bench. Seu sat up and one of the boys towelled his forehead, "you see that shit boys? Someday when you grow a cock you will be able to do that too," he chuckled to himself as he rested a moment. Kapono entered the room and the three boys stood at attention. "What do you want? I'm training," Seu snorted. "I found a new escort service that can help you," Kapono stated proudly. "I told you I would take care of you, just as I always have." "I don't need it. Tonight I'm gonna fuck these three bitches," Seu said as he stood up and checked out his hair in a body-length mirror that hung on the wall. Kapono continued, "the only problem is these ladies charge an exorbinant amount. Three times more than before." Sue grabbed one of the boys who is 15, by both of the boys arms and casually starting to curl the kid up and down as a human barbell. Kapono took a step in to the room. "This is serious boy. We will have to get creative. The usual matches won't do. Not if we must pay these prices to keep you satisfied." "No problem bossman," Seu said as he continued to rep the boy up and down. "That's what I do, I fight and I fuck," he winked at the boy in front of him who smirked back at him. These boys had a general admiration for Seu as he was a strong fighter whom they wanted to emmulate. "You will go to the address tonight," said Kapono, "Mana will take you." "Mana?," questioned Seu. "What the fuck's he going with me for." Seu dropped his human weight onto his feet and jostled his dark hair with his hand to thank him. "You know you are not to go anywhere alone you are always a target," Kapono warned. "Fuck," said Seu. "I would be more protected bringing this little shit with me," as he picked up the 15 year old and gave him a pretend bear hug. "Mana," Kapono responded, already out of the room. "That's final." Seu dropped the boy and made a one arm bicep flex down low which popped like a rock. All three boys took turns putting their hands on it to feel how hard it was. Kapono was right of coarse. There were many fighting venues that would see an increase in their revenues if they could convince Seu to fight for them, or even kidnap him and force him to fight. Some of these fighters found themselves not much different than slaves. Or, if somebody had the nerve and ability to hurt Seu where he could no longer fight, then Kapono's market share would decrease and spread out amongst the competition. Mana and Seu set out later that night and found the escort service which operated on the second floor of a dance club and bar which served as a front for the operation. Mana had detailed instructions that had to be committed to memory. There was a separate entrance and quite a bit of codeword work and passing thru one check point after another to get down the side alley, into the door, up the stairs, thru another door, thru a front room... and so on. Mana was a fighter at one time in his life but now was around 40 and had a family and worked as one of Kapono's top handlers and "delivery men." He is a diminutive man who even in his fighting days would have topped out at 60kg (132 lbs). He dressed well, talked smoothly and carried no weapons. When in public, Seu was ordered to dress in very loose-fitting attire. Kapono didn't want anybody to be able to notice the musculature of his body, so that he would not attract attention. He would often wear a hoody, even in the heat of the day. Tonight he wore a white, long-sleeve dress shirt over baggy khaki pants and brown shoes. No underwear. Finally, an elegant and very pretty, middle aged lady appeared once it seemed that all of the protocol had been satisfied. She wore a welcoming smile but said nothing more than "follow me." The three moved down a darkly lit hallway that had traditional music piped in. There were unnumbered hotel style doors on each side with peepholes for spying out into the hallway. Once madam had reached her destination she softly knocked on the door, and then brandished a set of keys with which she used to open the door. Before entering, madam made a statement. "All of our clients have very special needs and we understand your needs in great detail. As you may have noticed we do not use given names here and any name spoken will be ficticious. Within the room you will see an intercom on the wall which you may use to ring for me. If there is anything your require, your madam has the ability to get it for you. We want your experience to be fully enjoyable. Now, I do have instruction to ask that you both enter the room." She left the door ajar and motioned with her arm to enter while bowing her head. Mana started in to the room and Seu followed behind. The room had a hand painted decor of jungle and wild animals on the walls under soft track lighting. One half of the room was thickly carpeted and contained a circular bed with black satin sheets and night stands, a large padded floor mat with pillows, a sofa and a cabinet that served as a dresser. The other side of the room had white tile flooring and featured an undrawn whirlpool bathtub, various dumbells and weights on the floor, a weight bench, some sort of two door storage cabinet and an open door which led to what was apparently a bathroom. "My God," Mana gasped. Seu's eyes lit up. Standing in the center of the room was the tallest asian girl either had ever seen. She did have on three inch high heels but even without them she would tower Mana and stand almost eye to eye with Seu. She wore skintight stretch pants that bulged at the thigh and calf, not as big but similar to how Seu looks. She wore a sports bra that seemed to be stretched to its maximum to hold in large, round breasts with nipples pushing thru the fabric. The woman had an angel face with big lips and a small nose, defined abs, muscular arms, a hint of traps, and broad, capped shoulders. She stood there confidently, chest out, hands on her hips with a half smile. She made eye contact with Seu. She spoke first. "I know why YOU are here," she said. "You can call me Sing as I am from Singapore if you care." Then she took a step forward, her dyed blonde hair shining under the track light. Sing's face turned to a pouty frown, "those little girls keep breaking when you get on top of them," she said in a derisive tone. She threw her head back, her expression changed to one of cocky confidence, "I don't break." Sing raised one eyebrow. "Perhaps a demonstration?" Uninvited, she stepped to Mana and put her fingers in his mouth pulling him by the jaw as she walked backwards, forcing him to come with her. Seu stood there mesmerized by this female equivalent of himself and couldn't wait to see what she would do. The amazon then released her grip on Mana and backhanded him right across the face. "I DO know how to hit like a man," she said in Seu's direction, "but this wimp don't look like he can take it." She copped both hands on either side of Mana's head and forced his face into her breasts to the point where Mana was struggling to breath. The much shorter man began flailing his arms wildly, slapping the Asian girls biceps and shoulders, even strinking her in the mouth. She just absorbed his efforts with a grin on her face. "I bet he's never seen tits this big on a woman in his life," she said to Seu knowing this is turning him on. Mana was barely able to breathe and was gasping loudly, his lack of oxygen magnified by his futile attempts to push the strong Asian away from him. Sing pulled his head out from her tits making a loud smacking sound as she did it. She pushed his head down and stepped over him, straddling his torso, then closing her thighs against the outmuscled man. Her thigh muscles bulged as she squeezed Mana's body between her legs. "Yeah," she said to Seu while licking her lips, "We grow them a bit bigger in Singapore than these skinny-ass rice eating bitches down here." With no expression, she squeezed her thighs to the maximum and the pain caused Mana to throw his legs into the air, as the amazon held his entire body weight off the ground with her thighs. Seu had a steady stream of pre-cum running up his erected shaft which was pushing against the button of his pants and forming a dark wet spot on the front of his slacks. Sing noticed this. "Oh my, I don't think you can wait much longer." She realeased her grip on the ailing Mana and he collapsed to the floor. Then she grabbed him by the hair and half picked him up and half dragged him over to the door which was left open after the party had entered the room. "End of demo," she said, as she tossed Mana into the hallway and softly closed the door. Sing then walked past Seu running her finger along his jawline as she did this and stepped over near the weight bench. She turned and faced Seu with a satisfied grin on her face. Seu felt like his cock was going to tear thru his pants. Sing then began to roll down her yoga pants, wiggling her hips side to side as she did this, until the pants were down to the top of her knees. She stood up tall, fully exposed vagina, leading down to her muscular, bare thighs. "Now that my light work is over, time to start the heavy work." Then, she appeared to be concentrating on something, yet not moving her body. Seu was astonished to see something silver, and hard, cap out of her vagina. Then a moment later, a Ben Wa ball was muscled out of her vagina so hard that it shout out about 12 inches (30cm) and landed on the tile floor loudly, rolling until it settled into a gap in the tile. Sing put her hand over her mouth sheepishly, "Sorry, just one more." Then the woman produced a second Ben Wa ball from her vaginal wall and ejected it a similar distance bounding onto the tile floor. She raised one eyebrow. "Ready to have some fun? I wanna see what a man can do."
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  12. - Chapter 3 - Meet The Devil in Me I'm looking forward to seeing Charles coming back every day. He would pull his shirt off his now-wider shoulders, almost immediately – like he couldn't bear the idea of wearing a shirt anymore. His beautiful back tapers down to his 25-inch waist, learnt the hard way, trying to borrow his jeans one day. He's lean, to begin with, so the definition of muscles are definitely more apparent. You can almost see every muscle bulges and moves under his skin, especially when he's removing his shirt. He turns to reveal a complete 360 view of his torso - he has pecs now! Followed closely with luscious symmetrical six-pack abs that are finer than all the other fitness models out there. Words were beyond me at that point. Day after day, I was fixated with the idea of jocking up my roommate more and more. It felt like there’s this craving inside of me, wanting to manipulate my perfect subject here. But, I felt equally bad as well, to actually subjecting my roommate to this, without his consent, let alone – awareness. One night, when he was at work, I was sitting in front of my computer and went through the subliminal script I hooked up in his room. I remember seeing exhibitionistic tendencies, extrovert, relax and ease at home on the initial portion of the script, then I realise I included muscle growth and adoption of new hobby like going to the gym. But, I can’t get myself to turn off the script. When I hear the keys clanking, which signals the return of my roommate. I took a deep breath and minimise everything on my desktop. It isn’t anything he would be able to make sense to, anyway. But, I guess I’m doing it out of subconsciously feeling bad about this. Like every other day, he plopped his bag on the side of the sofa and took his shirt off in a swift movement. I used to really enjoy this, but not today – not after this moral dilemma. It has definitely wears me down a little. He told me that he signed up for the local gym down the road. I smiled back at him, and excused myself to the washroom. Through the mirror, I barely even recognise myself anymore. I was so caught up in the process of jocking up my roommate and didn’t pay much attention to myself for a good two weeks or so. I would begin researching more into the hypnosis subject on the computer and resign to bed day after day. I would anticipate for my roommate’s return from work. And the morning after. I lost track of time, and most importantly myself. When I really look at myself in the mirror, a scream accidentally left my mouth – I was shocked at my own reflection. I was not wearing a shirt, so I could have a good look on my body. My body is looking great – like I’ve been working out for a year or so – despite the lack of exercise at home. But, something is definitely not right. This couldn’t be happening to me, as well. Did the sound system has some form of leakage? Charles must have heard me, and came over to check on me. I yelled back from behind the door, telling him I just saw a cockroach under the blinds. “Okay then, I thought something happened to you,” he replied and then went into his room. I fumbled towards my computer. I need to rectify this, immediately.
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  13. Hi, everyone! Here's the second part. Again, I really do appreciate all feedback and critique to help me improve my writing. Sorry if it took so long, I've been having internet problems lately. Enjoy! PART 2 It’s been a week since that night with the meteor. No one seemed to have been infected by any space viruses or taken over by any hosts, so that was an immediate relief on our part. Everyone went along with their lives like normal. None of us chose to bring it up in conversation. As if anyone would ever want to relive that catastrophe. I checked the news every night to see if anyone caught on with the meteor, but it didn’t seem like anyone did, strangely enough. Not even NASA spoke up about it. It was like the four of us were the only ones to witness a meteor crash into Earth that night. I asked Wes about the site numerous times since he always passed by it on his way home, but he always said it was as if nothing had happened. Apparently, I was the only one confused about it all. One day, I was at my desk, teaching Froy the basics of writing memos. Since he started interning, he adjusted faster than I expected and almost seemed like a full-time employee. I wouldn’t even have to explain it since he’d already have it done two hours earlier. Everyone at the office grew comfortable around him, and just as I expected, he was the apple of many of the women’s eyes—a true heartthrob. Being the naive thing he was, he never knew how to react and just blushed and gave his thanks. Marcus came into the office one day, looking more haggard than normal. He was wearing the same sky blue button down that he wore the night the meteor crashed, but something seemed different about it. He looked like he was filling it out more. He was probably going to the gym again, like he said he was. It was strange to me though how fast he was getting results. Normally, I assumed it would take at least a month for results to actually become noticeable, but he got them in a week. They weren’t much, but his shirt was definitely tighter—especially around the shoulders and chest. The thin fabric looked like it was almost at its breaking point. He came up to me and Froy and sat on my desk. The new muscle on his thighs were accentuated as they pressed against my table the way fat normally does. He combed his wavy hair back and sighed. “‘Sup, Dory, ‘sup Froy, how’s today been? Got any work done yet?” “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Did you decide to take your work to the gym instead?” Marcus raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?” “Didn’t you tell us you were going back to the gym? You look bigger.” He shook his head. “Naw, I haven’t gone back yet. I’m still looking for a partner since Froy here and Wes don’t wanna be my partner,” he said. “But if you say I look bigger, then you’re damn right.” “So you are bigger?” Marcus stuck out his right arm and flexed his bicep. “Yeah. Not sure how, but I gained like 7 pounds in a week. Can you imagine how big I’d be if I grew this much in college every week without needing to go to the gym?” “Then you wouldn’t have been a fitness model. You’d just be—” “A bodybuilder. Yeah, I know. I’ve actually always wanted to be one, but I never had the time, and I always plateaued at this size. Maybe now that I’m growing out of nowhere, I’d actually get to be one,” Marcus said. “By the way, Froy, have you washed my black shirt yet? I’m going out on a date later, and I’m out of my black shirts.” Froy froze. “Oh, ah, wait. I have it in my bag.” He pulled it out, folded neatly and smelling of lavender. “I made sure it didn’t have any of that meteor stuff on it anymore.” Marcus snatched it out of his hand and held it up. “Thanks, bud. Weird, it almost looks smaller. Did you shrink it in the wash?” “No, I handwashed it and left it to dry. I even washed it twice to make sure… that’s why it took so long. Sorry, sir.” “Huh, alright. Thanks again, kid.” Marcus hopped off my desk and strutted to his desk, leaving me and Froy alone together again. We gave each other the same look we made whenever Marcus came over. The guy was fun and friendly and everything, but damn, he could get a bit grating whether he meant to be or not. If he were any uglier, we’d had to have him fired. Good thing he was hot. It was a miracle I was able to last so long in the company with him around. I gave Froy some documents to go route around the office. As soon as he left, I headed over to Wes’ office to ask him about his doctor’s check-up. He told me after that night that he wasn’t feeling very well. I guessed it was because he was the only one of the three of them who got that green shit in his mouth and actually swallowed it. I knew he was at work since I saw him come in this morning in his usual. He really enjoyed wearing clothes too small on him. His white polo shirt had to have two of its three buttons unbuttoned just for his cleavage, and his bulge looked suffocated in his slacks. I felt bad for him, knowing how much he wished he could be bigger. But it’s not like he looked bad. He would probably get to keep his youthful appearance for another two decades because of his genes, and the tank aesthetic suited him: short and thick. I also quite liked my inch of height over him. Outside Wes’ office, Marcus wasn’t at his desk where he normally sat like a guard dog. If people didn’t know any better, everyone would’ve been confusing him for Wes’ secretary by the way he was constantly watching over his door and staring at everyone who passed by. I headed inside his office and caught Wes jacking off under his desk. Both of us stared at each other in shock until he panicked and packed everything away as fast as he humanly could. He even spilled some of his lube on his pants in his hurry. I noticed that he took considerably longer packing away a certain something in his underwear than everything else. It wasn’t much of a surprise anymore. I’d already seen a pretty good chunk of it a week ago when he came in his pants. “What the fuck! Close the door, Dory! Jesus Christ!” he yelled. “You can’t just be coming in here without knocking!” “Damn, I didn’t think you’d be doing that in broad daylight. This is the first time I caught anyone jacking off at work.” “Who said I was jacking off?” he asked. “What else could you have possibly been doing, Wes? Doing your taxes? With a bottle of lube and your dick out?” I shut the door and locked it behind me as I approached his desk. He still looked flustered and wiped away the rest of his sweat. Was he really not expecting anyone to walk in here today? Of all the people in the office, being the boss, anyone would think that people would be coming in here with signing documents all day. It was unusual for him to be so… unprepared. “So what did you want? Why’d you come in here?” he asked. “I just came to ask about the doctor’s appointment if they said anything. You did go, right?” He sighed. “Yeah, I went. They said that I was in perfect condition. I even told them about the strange urges I’ve been having, but they just tell me it’s normal. I always thought you had to be pregnant to crave weird shit, but apparently it’s the same when you’re in ‘perfect condition’.” “What urges? You never told me about this.” His eyes shifted back and forth around my head, as if he was trying to avoid eye contact. “I don’t know, Dory. It’s like… first, it was pickles. I was like, ‘okay, fine, this is normal,’ but then it got to pig liver, and I realized something was wrong. Then just yesterday… I was on my way home when I suddenly started craving, uh…” “What? Craving what?” “Cum.” “...What?” “I wanted to drink cum. I don’t even know where that came from, Dory. I haven’t had a man’s dick in my mouth for a decade.” Somehow, my boss was compelled to drink another man’s cum. I don’t know how this happened. I always knew South-East Asians ate the weirdest shit, but this was a whole new culinary option I’d never heard of. The thought of craving a man’s cum… “Hey, are you listening?” I snapped back. “Oh, yeah. ‘Cum?’ Are you sure you’re not just craving glue or something?” “No, I wish. But I know what a man’s cum tastes like. I am definitely craving it,” he said. “Fuck, if my wife found out I was craving a man’s cum again…” “Just don’t let the bitch know. You’ve kept your bisexuality a secret for nine years already. It shouldn’t be that hard.” His eyes widened. “Fuck, don’t say that.” “Say what? ‘Hard’?” He bit his lip and jittered it in his seat. It was like me saying ‘hard’ caused him to get hard. Was he okay? I’m pretty sure this wasn’t normal. I saw his eyes go down to his pants, and just over the desk, I thought I could see just the faintest tip of his cock. It really was just as big as I expected it to be. Damn. Margaret was a lucky woman. I could only imagine what Wes was like in bed. Mr. Boss. “Okay, yeah, I think you’re gonna have to go, Dory,” he said. “I need to, uh, finish some business. Again. Fucking Christ.” I stood up from my chair and approached the door. “Yeah, I’ll go. I love having a boss who’s always, uh… hard at work.” “Ha, ha, very funny. And lock the door on your way out, would you, please?” I opened the door and found myself staring straight at Froy’s chin. He had his hand up as if he were about to knock on Wes’ door, so he stepped back and let me step out to meet him. He routed the documents faster than I expected. It was only his first week, but I wouldn’t be wrong to guess that he was probably the best intern the company has ever had so far. He lowered his fist and smiled. “Uh, hi, sir. I was just looking for you since you weren’t at your desk.” “You didn’t have to come look for me. You could’ve just waited at my desk like always.” “Sir, but… I didn’t want to be alone.” I sighed and led him back to my desk. We continued working the rest of the day, fixing up paperwork for the rest of the week. Something bothered me, however. Marcus and Wes had both been acting incredibly strange since that night with the meteor, but Froy seemed completely unbothered. Marcus somehow grew bigger out of nowhere, and Wes was craving cum. Why did Froy seem so normal? I remember he was hit by the slime as well. “Hey, Froy, has anything weird happened to you lately? Since the meteor?” He gave me a puzzled look. “Uh, no, sir, why?” “It’s just strange. Marcus looks like he’s been going to the gym for a month when he hasn’t even gone yet. And Wes is having some weird ass cravings. And I know all three of you were there with the meteor, so it’s weird how you still seem so unaffected.” “What if that meteor thing gave us superpowers, sir?” “This isn’t a comic book. And what kind of power would Wes even have?” “I dunno, sir. I just thought it’d be cool.” “Why, what power would you wanna have?” He pointed at his chest. “I dunno, sir. Maybe something that could help other people like if they were sick or weak maybe.” “For your mother? Why not just be a doctor?” “I… can’t afford it, sir.” I was going to keep asking Froy questions, but I got distracted by something else. The office’s regular attire was a collared shirt. It didn’t matter what color or design it had as long as it had a collar. However, what grabbed my attention was the man who just exited the washroom wearing an incredibly tight plain black shirt. Then I recognized him: it was Marcus. What happened to him? He had more muscle popping up than I expected under his button-down earlier. The thin fabric was wrapped so tightly around his chest and shoulders, emphasizing his disproportionate broadness, and his upper arms looked like small footballs. His chest was jutting out so far and wide that the shirt was tenting over his abs. This was not the same Marcus. The sleeves couldn’t even begin wrapping over his bulging arms that they squeezed between his shoulders and upper arms. He walked over to us with the smuggest grin and modeled in front of us. “Don’t you think it looks too small?” he asked us. “What the fuck happened to you? I thought you said you only gained 7 pounds?” I asked. He adjusted one of his sleeves digging into his armpit. “Well, uh, I did weigh myself three days ago. I guess I must have grown more since then. Pretty good though, right? Don’t I look good?” Not even Froy could say anything about it. Well, not like he says much anyway regardless, but he looked even more surprised. Both of us just watched Marcus flex his newly-grown biceps and triceps in his tight black shirt, showing off. “Isn’t it too tight on you, though? I thought you didn’t like being restricted with shit like seatbelts?” “Hey, as much as I’d love to walk out there without a shirt on, I don’t wanna get arrested. The shirt off can wait till I get the date in bed tonight.” He chuckled. “By the way, you’re gay, right?” I looked at him, puzzled. “Yeah, why?” He raised up his right arm and flexed his bicep. “Do you wanna touch it? I know gay guys love this kinda shit.” My heart stopped. “I do, but—” “But what?” He stepped closer. “Come on, I’m letting you touch a big, juicy muscle right in front of your face. At least grope it. We both know you want it. Don’t you think so, Froy?” Froy’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ah, yes, sir…?” “Ugh, fine.” I reached out my small hand and placed it on his bicep peak. It was hard and swollen, as if he just came out of a fresh pump. I couldn’t believe its warmth. It was so inviting. The musk emanating from his sweaty armpit also tinged my nose just a bit. Marcus smiled at me, flexing it even harder in my fingers. He told me to try and squeeze it. My fingers barely left a dent. His skin was so smooth. My hand rode over the curvature of his arm, feeling every striation of his bicep in my fingers. I wrapped my hand around his arm and gave it a tight squeeze, and I could have sworn it swelled up ever so slightly larger in that split instant. He took his arm back and winked at me. “You’re welcome,” he said. “Aight, I’m heading home early today. Can’t keep my date waiting.” Then I remembered. I had to ask him before he left. “Wait, Marcus, could I ask you a question?” “Yeah, bud. Hit me.” “Did anything weird happen to you after the meteor?” He looked back at me confused. “Huh? What do you mean? If you’re asking about that night, I don’t remember shit after all that vodka at Wes’s condo, man. I just remember his wife texting me the next morning to keep my tongue away from her kids. I don’t even know what the fuck I did, but it sounds disgusting.” “No, not that. I don’t even remember shit either. Did you feel anything weird the next day? Any weird cravings?” He shook his head. “Naw, I was fine. No, wait, I was more than fine. I was fiiine. I felt better than I ever did in the past year. It’s like my body just woke up or something and never fell asleep again. It’s weird. Now I gained like 15 pounds maybe? Not even an ounce of fat either.” He groped his chest. “I really think it’s ‘cuz of the meteor. Do you think you’re gonna keep growing?” I asked. He laughed. “Yeah, why not? I’d love to grow bigger than this. Maybe I’ll even get to look like those bodybuilders in a few weeks,” he said. “Okay, I’ve really gotta go now, Dory. I don’t wanna be late.” Marcus waved us goodbye as he disappeared through the glass door. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” I told Froy. “It’s just a thing Marcus does with me.” “Oh, it’s okay, sir. I didn’t mind.” I looked at him. His eyes were staring at the ground, and his lips were pursed. There was even a bit of pink around his cheeks and nose. I glanced downwards and saw his hands covering up his crotch, as if there was something he wanted to hide. He looked so cute and guilty. It didn’t seem like he was the type to really talk about an erection if nobody asked. “Wait... did you like it?” I asked. His eyes glanced up at me before looking away. He nodded meekly. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing too. I thought you were straight.” His face lit up. “Sorry, sir. I didn’t want to scare you.” “Why would you being gay scare me?” “I… uh, I don’t know, sir.” I didn’t know what he meant by that. I couldn’t see any possible reason anyone could possibly be afraid of a small gay man like myself. The only thing I had to offer was myself. Was that it? Was he scared of scaring me off? I wasn’t physically intimidating at all, so I doubted he was scared of me beating him up. It was definitely a long shot. I didn’t want to scar him by misunderstanding what he said and seeming narcissistic, but it was now or never. “Wait, Froy…” “...Yes, sir?” “Are you… into me?” He was silent for a while. I was afraid I had scared him and forced him into shame by assuming he was into me. I had always believed that that kind of fantasy only existed in my dreams. After a few seconds, however, he giggled softly. “Yeah, sir.” We both stared at each other’s eyes as if the world was contained in them. Neither of us could mouth a follow-up. As much as he tried looking away, like he always did, this time he couldn’t help himself but look at me. Just like him, I couldn’t help but stare either. Sitting beside me was the cutest guy I’d ever met in my life, with his button nose and pronounced cheeks. Everything about him just seemed so much more enticing now. Even his hair was extra spikey. While it was a great feeling to be desired by someone else, I couldn’t help but feel as though he deserved better. He was 20, fit, 6’1”, and smart enough to earn a scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities around, so I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why me?” We’d only been together for a week. The entire time, he’d never shown any interest in me whatsoever. And why not Marcus? “Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that.” “Said what?” “That.” “Look, you’re gonna have to be more specific than that if we’re ever gonna get past this awkwardness. You really just said you were into me? I wasn’t hearing things wrong?” “Yes, sir. I think small guys are cute.” I was growing a smile. “You think I’m cute?” “Yeah. You’re, uhm… pretty cute.” Another thing began to grow. “You’re cute too,” I said. “Have you done anything with a guy before?” “...Just my brothers.” My heart sank. “Ah, right. Okay, don’t worry, I won’t ask for anything from you. I don’t wanna impose.” He smiled, turning away, this time with a solemness in his voice that took over his glee. “Thank you, sir.” We continued on with business as usual for the rest of the day. Only now, there was a strange distance between us I never noticed before. I can’t believe I forgot about his brothers. A safe assumption would be that he wasn’t looking for sex or romance. None of my friends had ever experienced sexual trauma as a child, so I could only believe that he wouldn’t be very willing. If I forced him into it, he might think I was only using him for sex—just like his brothers. And I scared myself at the thought of chasing after him. If I did, wouldn’t I be just as bad as his brothers? Trying to manipulate someone into desiring me for sex? However, if I left him alone for too long, his feelings for me might disappear. It was a horrifying choice to make. Chasing after him for anything other than sex right now was impossible since I functioned on it. I didn’t want to leave him either. I wanted to have sex with him. God, what’s wrong with me? After he left for the day, I realized that maybe I was just thinking with my penis too much. I had to relieve myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to think this through properly. I thought about the washroom, but every attempt I had at jacking off solo anywhere besides my apartment was a fluke. Plus, people began questioning why I disappeared for so long during the day. I was preparing to head home after work, left wondering about Froy. What was I going to do with him? The correct answer is nothing. I wasn’t supposed to do anything. But I wanted to. On my way out, I got curious and wondered about the meteor. I wondered if maybe there was something in the meteor that was causing everyone—everyone but Froy—to have these strange changes. It wasn’t normal to grow out of nowhere, and it definitely wasn’t normal to crave a man’s sperm. I highly doubted it was a very good meal replacement. I didn’t want to spend on commute to the crash site, since it was incredibly far away, so I had to ask Wes. He could always drive me there. Getting back was still a pricey cost, but at least it would only be half as much as a two-way trip. I headed over to Wes’ office immediately. Unfortunately for both of us, I may or may not have forgotten that he told me to knock before entering just earlier in the day. I didn’t even bother locking the door. The door swung open easily enough, unlocked as usual. What I found inside was… unbecoming of a man holding my paycheck. It was Wes—hunched over at his desk, slurping something out of his hand. His back was turned to me, so I couldn’t see what it was. All I could see was the bottle of lube on his table again, and from there it wasn’t hard to guess what it was he was eating out of his hand. It wasn’t lube. “Wes?” I asked. He jumped in surprise, spitting out whatever was in his mouth and eyeing me with wide, furious eyes. I don’t think he expected anyone to interrupt him. He wiped his mouth clean with a tissue and grunted, slamming both his hands on his table. “What did I just tell you about knocking on the door?” he asked. “Is some respect so hard to ask?” “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, sir.” “Well, you just did. I hope you’re proud of yourself for that, Dory. Two claps for Mr. Yale. Clap, clap.” “What were you doing anyway? I thought I saw you drinking something out of your hand.” I walked over and sat at his desk. “I hope that wasn’t what I think it was, Wes.” Wes grasped his forehead in shame and sighed. “Fuck, you saw.” “Yeah.” “I couldn’t take it anymore, Dory. I knew I couldn’t ask anyone at the office to let me blow them. That would look so unprofessional, and if my wife found out I was sucking off guys again, she’d probably leave me and take the kids with her.” “Were you drinking your own cum this entire time? Isn’t that kinda unhealthy?” “No, I googled it, and it’s fine as long as I’m STI-free. And unless my wife’s been lying to me, I should be fine.” He stuffed his fat member back in his pants and zipped up. “So why’d you come here anyway? It’s not payday yet.” “I was gonna ask if you could bring me to the crash site where the meteor was. It’s like nobody except us know it happened, and I just think it’s kinda impossible since NASA exists.” He stored away his bottle of lube. “Why do you wanna go back? I already told you there’s nothing new. It’s exactly the same as it was before.” “I just wanna check it out again, Wes. Please?” He sighed. “Fine,” he said. “Wait for me at my truck later after work. I’ll also bring you back home.” “Oh, no, it’s okay, Wes. I was just gonna commute home.” “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Just remember that the next time you come into my office without knocking, I’m beating the shit out of you.” I left his office and waited for him downstairs at his truck for another hour. By then, most of the office had already gone home. The carpark was as ghostly as cemetery. I kept pacing back and forth, wondering where Wes was, when I heard the elevator ding at last. As Wes walked over, something seemed… different about him. I looked closer and saw that instead of just two buttons on his polo being unbuttoned, all three were. His chest seemed fuller, somewhat more engorged. I could even see the garter on his sleeves being stretched out by his arms—something that didn’t usually happen. I wondered where he found the time to go to the gym and get a pump before coming down here. “Hey, sorry I’m late. Had to go another round before coming down here. My libido is out of control,” he said. Standing in front of him, he was definitely bigger. His shirts were normally only a size too small, but now it looked two sizes too small. Some of the tub above his pants was showing because of his chest demanding the fabric. His bulge protruded from his tight slacks by at least an inch. Everything about him just seemed ever so slightly upsized. In fact… He was the same height as me. I had always been an inch taller than Wes, and I worked at the company for a good two years already. Now out of the blue, he’s suddenly a slightly bigger version of himself. I had lost my inch over him. No longer was he 5’6”, he was 5’7”. I had no idea what happened to him or why, but I had to guess that if anything, it had to be related to the meteor. Every since that night, Marcus, and now Wes, were growing. The only difference to Marcus was that Wes craved cum—and was swallowing loads of his own. Pun intended. “What happened to you?” I asked. He chuckled. “Hah, what do you mean?” He stared into my eyes… at eye-level. “You’re as tall as me. And you look bigger.” He waved it off. “Or maybe your eyes just got smaller, Dory. I haven’t gone to the gym yet, so how could I have a pump?” I got into the passenger seat as he got into the driver’s. “It’s not a pump, Wes. You really are bigger. You were an inch shorter than me this morning.” “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Dory. I’ve always been 5’7” like you.” It didn’t seem like arguing my point was going to get me anywhere with Wes. I couldn’t tell if he was delusional or trying to avoid the topic, but regardless of what he thought, he was definitely bigger than this morning, and I had no idea why. If it was the meteor, then why hasn’t Froy been getting bigger too? It was strange how only two out of three were growing when they were all affected by the meteor. The drive to the crash site was uneventful. Wes played Bob Marley on the radio and sang along by himself after failing to persuade me to join him. He told me once that karaoke was a popular tradition in his home country, so it wasn’t a surprise that his truck’s stereo system and his vast collection of CDs were beyond pimped out. The moment I notice even a cent off my paycheck, I’ll know where it went. He told me stories about how his kids would often surprise him when he got home. They’d show up at the door with cute little home-made gifts and hugs. According to him, there was one time where his kids thought it would be funny to scare him by hiding behind the door. Wes was having a bad day then. When he got home, being the strong man he was, he slammed open the door and nearly broke his kids’ noses just from the sheer force. His wife warned him to watch his strength, knowing how strong he was despite his short stature. On the way, I never realized how much of a forest there was between his condo and the city. I could barely see through the leaves onto the next set of trees and bushes. It was nearly pitch black. When we got to the point where I remember we stopped to clean up Wes’ pants, I noticed that we were still in the middle of the forest. The clearing was nowhere in sight. I took a look around, and I couldn’t see a clearing for miles. It was almost as if there never was a clearing to begin with—only large trees and humongous, over-grown bushes. “Where’s the crash site? Did you need to take a piss or something?” I asked. “What? No, this is it. This is where that meteor crashed last week.” “Don’t be crazy, Wes. The meteor crashed at a clearing. We’re still in the middle of the forest.” He looked at me confused. “What are you talking about? There’s never been a clearing here. You can even go over there and see the crater and debris.” I figured there was no point in arguing, so I stepped out and inspected. Where there was originally a clearing was now an over-grown patch of greenery that seemed untouched for centuries. No other part of the forest was this thick. Some of the grass blades even looked like they reached my thighs. It was like a garden made for a giant. I struggled through the bushes and flowers until I got to the crater where the meteor was. Wes wasn’t lying. This huge thicket definitely used to be the clearing, but what happened? Why did everything suddenly get so out of control? Wes wasn’t making any sense at all. He told me that nothing was any different here, but clearly, that was a lie. The reason why was still a mystery to me. Nothing was making sense. Was the entire city affected by this? The only thing that even resembled that night was the crater and the meteor debris lying around. For some reason, the grass stayed short and normal wherever the debris was. The crater with most of the debris was completely devoid of life, strangely enough. It was a black stain in the middle of all the greenery. The view of the city that Froy and I enjoyed wasn’t even visible anymore through the trees. It seemed the meteor made more than just Marcus and Wes grow. I headed back to the truck with Wes so he could bring me home. It was unbelievable. I had a hard time suspending my disbelief to believe any of this was actually happening. Wes managed to avoid traffic and bring me home faster than I expected. He continued acting as if everything was normal. His growth was very clearly not just a pump anymore. His new size just made him so much more intimidating to me. I had always found comfort in the fact that he was always an inch shorter than me, but now that he was my height, he suddenly scared me. There was just so much muscle on him that putting him next to me made me look even younger than Froy. I’m pretty sure I was gonna need both hands just to wrap around his upper arms. If he got any bigger, I don’t know how scared I’d be. He was already plenty big as a 5’7” tank. I was curious to see if he kept his proportions if he grew any taller. I wanted to see if his muscles would grow faster than he grew taller. I just wanted to see him grow. On the way home, I couldn’t help but wonder what made him begin growing. Then I remembered… his cravings. He only began growing when he drank his own cum. There was no other logical explanation. He grew when he drank cum. God, his wife was gonna have a field day. When we finally arrived at my apartment, it was nearly midnight, around the same time the meteor crashed last week. It felt so long ago, and yet, as if it just happened yesterday. As I exited Wes’ truck, he honked. I turned around and saw him peeking through the passenger door and smiling at me. “Hey, Dory, do you think you could do me a favor?” he asked. “Just between us buds.” “Sure, boss. What is it?” “Get me Marcus’s tic-tacs.”
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  14. [If you like this story, pop over to my tumblr at brandedx2.tumblr.com or come check out my Patreon--with loads of free content!--at www.patreon.com/brandedx2. Also I'm looking to do commissions so drop me a line!] MAXI-TEST 2000 Weeks later, after it was too late, they tracked down the source: a shipment of MaxiTest 2000 aerosol cans delivered to the supplement shop inside Global Gym. The new test booster was designed to be administered as an inhalant, but there was a flaw in one large batch of the container that caused a slow leak. Global Gym’s massive order of MaxiTest (nearly five hundred cans) slowly spread through the ventilation system the day it was delivered, dispersed throughout the gym before the packages were even opened. They were shelved empty, and unbeknownst to the staff or the clientele, nearly everyone on the premises had absorbed a massive dose of the product within a day. Most people were only exposed for a couple of hours, and so the effects weren’t that noticeable. I just did thirty minutes of cardio that day, so I got barely any of it. The guys hit the hardest were the guys who worked there and the trainers, some of whom spent over twelve hours with clients, absorbing MaxiTest with every breath. Of course, at first nobody noticed a thing, except the few angry customers who returned their empty cans of MaxiTest 2000. The entire shipment was sent back, and the company issued a recall after the complaints, but nobody knew what effect the leaked product would have. The first thing I noticed was Tony, the pro physique competitor, swinging his plumped up arms around even wider lats. He was never as big as the bodybuilders, always near competition shape with perfect aesthetics, but now his whole body had a fuller look to it, even his face, his dark Italian features now spread over a wide blocky head set upon now bulky traps that swallowed up his neck. He still strutted around with his usual cockiness, but his body looked like it’d been inflated with an air hose. Most noticeable was his ass, which, in compression shorts, now bulged obscenely out from his body, bouncing like two huge balloons with ever step. His ripped abdomen had swollen out as well, still ripped and veiny but now thick, almost as wide as his blocky shoulders and bowed out like a turtle-shell. He was obviously uncomfortable with the sudden burst of mass, knocking people with the mass of his huge buttocks and finding severe reduction of his range of motion. Twice I saw him tumble sideways while doing walking lunges, struggling to accommodate his blown-out thighs in his new gait as well as his wider top-half. Tony wasn’t alone, either. Rick, the young guy who worked the front desk, spent all day trying to yank his t-shirt down as his doubly-wide shoulders pulled it away from his shorts. At one point I watched him reach for a dropped pen from the floor; his shirt split down the back. Red-faced, he tried to shrug it off, but obviously the normally fit-but-lanky kid had an extra thirty or so pounds on him. Mario, another Global Gym employee and a big beefy bull before the MaxiTest leak, kept having to turn sideways to fit behind the desk. After a couple weeks he’d swollen to the size of a commercial fridge, filling out even his triple XL shirts. He stood in front of the front desk, nodding as people walked in the door. It was clear he could no longer fit behind it; it looked to me like he couldn’t clap his hands if he wanted to. The size just kept coming for a lot of those guys. A big powerlifter named Andreas just stopped showing up one day. I’d watched him the weeks before he disappeared swelling like bread-dough, setting new PRs every day but unable to tie his own shoes. The last day I saw him struggling to squeeze his bulk into his car, and watched him frustrated behind the steering wheel which looked crushed by his swollen gut, his arm and shoulder hanging out the window. Then there was Paul, a pro bodybuilder in his 40s who stood about 5’2”. After awhile he could only get around by wobbling from side-to-side. He kept training clients, though, barking out, “More reps!” while he stood there, a little cube of solid muscle with a crew-cut on top. It was what happened to Robbie that got the authorities involved and started the investigation. We all knew something was up, but most guys, like I did, assumed these big muscleheads had just gone overboard with the juice. The guys who were most exposed, nervous about what was happening to their rapidly overswollen bodies, were too nervous to talk to anybody about it, and most were terrified that it wasn’t going to stop. But Robbie, the massive superheavyweight who had just won his pro-card two days before the leak, had the most miraculous change of anyone. Most of the other guys expanded outward with their new mass, but Robbie, who was in contest shape, just got bigger but maintained his leanness. It was almost beautiful watching him show up to train his own clients every day looking like an exaggerated anatomy chart. But one day it went to far. I was the one who found him. It was almost closing time, the gym nearly empty. I was headed into the showers and I saw something through the steam. It looked as big as a car, almost spreading from one side of the open shower room to the other. The big lug stood there, faced away from me, arms and legs splayed out like he was a big broad X, each limb about as thick as Paul. His head looked comically tiny on his body, which, as I got closer and could see through the steam, I got a better look at: every muscle on his body had expanded to massive size and density. Even the minor stabilizers would put most guys’ biceps to shame with their size and the perfection of their shape. But all together, he was a splendid display of musculature the size of a small sedan, his ass alone bigger than the bumper on an SUV but covered in veiny skin the thickness of that of a dick. I just stood there marveling, imagining that I could only hug around a third of him if I even dared to get so close. I was shocked out of my trance when I realized the unbelievable hulk was whimpering! “Who’s… who’s there?” he sniveled, unable to turn his head to look. He’d turned on two showerheads, probably trying to get as much of his mass wet at once as he possibly could before he expanded those last few inches into immobility. I shut each of them off with a squeak as I nervously walked around to the front of this unbelievable naked man, and as I was naked myself, I struggled to keep my arousal hidden as well. Just the smell of him, like an entire NFL locker room exuding from a single massive man, had me hazy with desire, but I put it aside when I saw the terrified look on his face. It was clear he’d been crying, but amazingly the muscles on his head had grown as well, nearly squeezing his eyes and mouth shut with their size, only adding to his panic. It was a far cry from the lantern-jawed blue-eyed Clark Kent I’d always seen him as. His pecs expanded into a shelf at least three feet from his face, and I doubted he could see his nipples, let alone his feet. His abs were the size of gold bars, but I could barely keep my eyes on them because of the massive appendage below them: his cock, which I couldn’t help but compare to my own leg, in length and girth, stood rigid above two football-sized testicles that swung gently in front of him, pressed forward by the six-feet of quads that spread densely on either side. I couldn’t believe he was erect—and throbbing! I kept reminding myself, this man needed my help, he was terrified… but my brain was smoldering with the pure sex of the situation. “I need… I think I need help…” Robbie whimpered out his bulky cheeks. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want anybody to see me like this…” I could see his fingers and toes gently wiggling and I wondered if he was able to move otherwise. “How much can you… move…” I said, trying to fathom what I could possibly do to help this man out of the predicament. “I can’t… not at all… please help…” he begged. Suddenly emboldened, probably by the giant man’s helplessness, I reached forward and placed a single hand on his pec. It felt like warm steel, but he moaned at the contact and I watched his huge dick bob a few times while he groaned through gritted teeth. “Oh god… Oh god, I’m so friggin’ sensitive… Don’t touch…” I didn’t mean to but my arm brushed against his massive pulsing dick as I stepped away from him. He squealed, his breathing shallow and rapid, and his eyes shut tight as precum poured out of the massive knob like it was a chocolate fountain. Poor guy had so much testosterone going through him, that must have been agony, I thought. My own cock was a steel pole, but my real motivation was that I couldn’t let anyone else come in and see him in this state. “I’m just gonna take care of this,” I said softly, approaching his vein-mapped cock like it was a venomous python, “and then I’ll call 911, okay big man?” He just whimpered again—had he gotten bigger since I’d come in? That poor guy. Just my breath on his huge organ had him grunting, so I decided to tease him a little bit, gently blowing up and down its massive length, watching precum burp and spew. Using that copious substance as a lube, I started working my hands up and down its length. First I just tickled with my fingers but when I put some force into it, I realized it was like massaging a leg. So I thought, “What a great idea.” I worked my hands up under the head and put some finger, digging in my fingers like it was a deep-tissue massage. Robbie’s deep voice hit soprano squeaks as I did that, his whole body seeming to tense and flex at once, like a huge angry ocean of muscle. I stopped my devilish ministrations on his dick for a moment to take all of him in again. That’s when I noticed, very slowly, like a redwood, he was starting to fall. There was nothing I could do; gravity took hold and I stepped back to avoid being crushed. He toppled back, hitting the tile with a thunderclap of wet flesh. His eyes darted around, terrified at this new addition to his predicament, but he was still just as immobile. Amazingly, I noticed that his overblown back and his impossibly huge glutes were so swollen that there was a space beneath him, under his (relatively) narrow waist, large enough that a full grown pit bull could’ve walked underneath him without touching him. God, that smell coming off him drove me wild… Without thinking I hopped up on top of him, planting a foot on each of his mountainous pecs, and leaned forward to face his monster organ that pointed straight at me. I tongue-kissed the hole like it was a mouth, slurping up the sweetness that spilled out of it by the quart while poor old Robbie went completely non-verbal behind me, barely able to even form guttural noises. Then I couldn’t help it—I’d never have the chance again—I leaned forward and pressed my boner into his piss-hole. It was a tight fit but there was more than enough lubricant; in fact, the flow of precum was so much that it was a struggle to press against it, but still I pumped my ass, feeling his pecs rising and falling below me, using my hands to knead his cock-head while I thrusted… When he came, he roared—I thought he was already flexed to the max but his whole body pulsed so hard I was knocked off my feet, and I nearly drowned in the torrent of cum that blasted out all over me. He came with such intensity that I barely noticed the full-body orgasm that rocked me at the same time. It just kept coming, Robbie dissolving into a low groan, me sprayed with hot load for nearly thirty seconds. I tried to stand but found his body so slick with cum that I slipped forward, finding myself face down on him, nearly eye-to-eye with him. I could hear and feel the drum of his giant heart thudding beneath me, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic waves. So much heat came off the man that I wanted to shut my eyes and relent to my blissful post-orgasmic lethargy and just fall asleep, my tongue gently lapping at him, but I came to my senses and got up. Robbie still needed help. I’d need to grab the owner (thank God he hadn’t walked in just now!) and we’d have to call the paramedics and probably several fire departments just to get big Robbie out of there. But first—first I had to hide the poor guy’s shame. I owed him that much after what I’d done to him. I started turning on the shower heads, splashing us both with water and rinshing us clean, thankful Robbie hadn’t fallen over the drain. He’d calmed considerably, and as I rinsed his face clean, I saw his once-panicked eyes had relaxed, looking sleepy now. His breathing had calmed, and he looked almost dazed. “Th-thank you…” he whispered, and I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his mouth.
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  16. I should probably give fair warning that this installment features some violence. But after all New Mars is not a very nice place. Stig. 2. Stig hated his job. Life in Labour Camp M01 was hard on both inmates and guards. Or at least that’s what Stig told himself. Although he was daily reminded by his supervisor it was a blessing he didn’t have to work in the mines themselves. He didn’t have to spend the rest of his existence breaking apart rocks; he only had to control the ones who did. Those brutish augmented men that quarried the precious resources this planet offered. The guards had to be augmented too of course. No mere mortal man could withstand the radioactive fires in the belly of this planet, or the intense gravity that would have crushed his bosses back on Earth were they to spend much time here outside of their protective suits and vehicles. The process on the guards was different from the augmentation of the prisoners. When a prisoner arrived on the New Mars mining colonies he was soon sent for genetic engineering – a painful, but permanent process of physical augmentation. His whole body was physically changed into a creature whose remaining existence would be to serve as a slave to the people of Earth and their endless hunger for energy that the radioactive minerals of this planet provided. For without the vast quantities of fuel the New Mars colonies provided, there could be no nuclear fusion, no interstellar travel, and the Earth long exhausted of its own fossil fuels would be thrown back to the Iron Age. New Mars was thus a critical establishment, which is why even the greatest and most moral of the superheroes of Earth were happy to tolerate its existence. The people of Earth could bask in their mid-twenty-first century comforts, and forget about the men who provided the foundation for them. That’s in part why the guards on the other hand were all chosen from small, weak specimens of manhood. The prison service lured in the bullied with the promise of unbridled physical power that was maintained by a form of super steroid injected weekly. If a guard was ever to stop dosing with that serum he would weaken quickly, his muscles fading like the dew in the morning, as his body was subjected to the forces of the planet and became prey for those stronger – either other guards or thrown to the prisoners themselves, eager for any kind of revenge they could muster. No a guard without the serum didn’t last long. Stig knew. Oh, he knew in his heart that the guards were every bit as much prisoners as the men they guarded. There was no escape; no easy way to a life back on Earth when this was all over. If you were still altogether sane, you’d still be changed beyond recognition. You would no longer be quite safe for the general population. So the guards with nothing better to do amused themselves with their own strength. Tormenting the prisoners as they were once tormented. And preying on the weak amongst themselves, using their phenomenal muscle to control the inmates of this hell in space. And no one cared. No one would do a thing as long as the ore kept coming. You could show no weakness. Stig remembered his childhood away from the big cities. The coasts that had flooded as the polar ice caps had melted away. But he’d had a pleasant enough childhood until his father sent him to the central state military school. He knew his father had to do it. They were farmers. They couldn’t afford all their children. Stig was the weak one. The runt of the litter. His mother wept the day he last saw her. But his father had a determined look. He’d told Stig that his only hope lay with those who could invest the time to make him a man and give him a future. Except it didn’t work. The other boys, and as they all aged, the young men, could see Stig’s heart was not in a military life. He made no friends; his self-confidence shattered. And he faced the life of an infantry soldier. A man who was merely fodder for the laser cannons in the wars that still raged on Earth in the backwater provinces. It was no wonder then that when they came looking for potential recruits for the New Mars colony, Stig jumped at the chance. The offer of power over other men was intoxicating, but more than that the offer of a new life and a new body sealed the deal. Stig was on the next mining shuttle. He may not quite have appreciated the atmosphere when he arrived though. He stood tall enough, with enough muscle forged at the academy to pass the basic physical tests. But here he looked up at the guards who towered over him like titans. Stig was like a stick insect in comparison. Each man a massive wall, thick, deadly, and he knew both fear and desire. Desire to become like them. The night of his initiation he had been dosed with a supersaturated concentration of the formula. The other guards liked to amuse themselves and they would force the newbies like Stig into the pit with the latest arrivals of convicts. Men who had not yet been augmented. Stig still felt small when Brock, his new supervisor picked him up and threw him off the balcony that ran above the holding cells. He was still wearing the uniform that he’d been given back on Earth, and it was hard to believe it had only been twenty-four hours since he’d left given the speed of interstellar warp drives. The prisoners, both frightened and confused, fell upon this morsel dropped like manna from heaven. No two prisoners were the same. But all had been convicted by the hard laws of the home world, a world which now tolerated no civil disobedience. Terror flooded through Stig as he fell the thirty feet into the swarming mass of naked flesh below. Prisoners at this stage were not allowed clothes. Some of the bigger ones had already begun amusing themselves at the expense of the weaker prisoners. But when a guard falls in your midst you don’t want to waste an opportunity. He immediately felt the hands that reached and tore off the uniform, grabbing and squeezing at the young flesh. Stig wasn’t sure if they were going to tear him apart or fuck him. Maybe both. Adrenaline roared into his system, he screamed, feeling cock at ass and mouth, being shoved and penetrated, as rough hands grabbed his flesh with crushing force and man after man spilled hot semen inside and on him. Almost at the point of despair, Stig assumed he must have failed a test. They must not have given him the right formula after all. This is what they did to reject guards. And who would there be to mourn him? As the fourth cock tore into his glutes he felt a stirring in his veins. The pain was passing and leaving in its wake a euphoric state of bliss as his muscles tensed with the best pump that Stig had ever felt in his life. He bit down on the cock in his mouth until he tasted blood and released it to have it quickly withdrawn, a powerful fist slamming into his face in answer, as the man he’d been sucking howled. Stig actually laughed it off as it felt like such a weak response. It didn’t even turn his head. Below he felt his glutes thickening, expanding in every direction as his cock started to rise. He began to squeeze his arse and he felt the thrusts of the man in his arse slow and stop, he continued squeezing and the man in his arse began to howl as his dick was crushed by titanic forces. Stig finally relented, the man pulling away in agony. As the men dropped him and began to move away from him in fear, Stig could see the bloody crushed cock that had so recently been raping him. He didn’t feel pity or remorse. Rather he enjoyed the sight and it stirred the primeval beast within him. On his knee he stood and felt the power of the serum pour into him. Every part of his body was soaked in the formula, and now activating Stig could feel the immense power growing in his muscles. He knew from what he’d been told that it would be weeks before his was at full strength. But right now he was pretty sure that there was no man in this room who could harm him. They did try though, afraid of their lives. And Stig tossed them aside until the pain of his swollen cock reminded him of how much he needed to fuck. And Stig fucked. He fucked the arse of every man in that pit, over and over, until at last they lay there spent and Stig, also exhausted fell to one knee. For a few moments the sexual ecstasy of power and growth had simply been too much and he couldn’t quite remember all that happened. Merely his own power and the need to fuck. The door had opened then and a man, silhouetted in the light, walked into the pit. It was Brock. “Come.” He turned and left. After a moment Stig got up, his legs growing stronger and he walked out after Brock. No, he swaggered out. Stig realised that he was a hulking man now. He would have to relearn some things. And as he came to stand before Brock the door slid shut behind him and the other guards slammed their mighty hands on his back to congratulate him for completing his initiation into their order. He hardly felt their hands as he stood there drinking in their congratulation and feeling for the first time in his life like he might belong somewhere. He walked to Brock and soon realised that he was now looking down. He turned and saw he was now the tallest man in the room. “You’ve done really well son. It’s been years since we’ve seen aggression like that!” said one of the other guards. “You’re already the biggest guard we’ve had in five years, if not the biggest ever.” Stig soon realised that several factors went into the effectiveness of the serum. Genetic obviously, but also the capacity for power and physical aggression. A sort of thing that could not be taught and could not be bought. Terror helped to activate the formula, so terror is what the other guards provided to the newbies. Tests revealed that at one dose he could already bench press ten tons. More than some guards who had been on this rock for years. Future doses only increased this power exponentially. Stig was soon acknowledged by far as the biggest and the strongest of any person ever to live on New Mars, inmate and guard alike. Amongst the guards he always won each strength competition and guards would wager on how many inmates Stig could fuck before his cock lost rigidity. Others would beg for the pleasure Stig’s cock could provide and the protection his power could offer. He felt at home and in an atmosphere where he could at last shine. But after four years he realised how petty it all had become, and how petty it would all stay. Several guards retired and returned to Earth. Of the ones Stig knew, both had committed suicide. They couldn’t get used to the loss of power and weakness that came from giving up the serum. The thought also terrified Stig as well. Here, on this planet, he was like Superman or Thor. He could toss boulders for fun and outmuscle anyone. But if he ever left then what would become of him? He couldn’t stand to lose the power his muscles provided, even if only in this backwater part of the universe. So you see, he was just as much a prisoner as Ben Sherman. Yes, Stig knew of Inmate Sherman. Stig new all the prisoners in his section and Sherman was a man Stig watched very closely. Stig remembered Ben well, because they’d been on the same transport to this rock in space. And that first night he’d used Ben’s arse many, many times. That was the night before Ben had been augmented. After four years Sherman was mostly a very model prisoner, even if he had some serious lapses. He was generally liked by the guards. He made his daily quotas. Kept his head down. During the uprising three years ago, he’d laid low. Stig had personally crushed the skulls of over a hundred prisoners that day. But in the midst of the fighting he’d found Ben in his cell. Smart enough not to participate. Or at least not to get caught. Stig sighed thinking of all this. He didn’t know what it was, but today he just had a feeling. His mother had spoken about having such feelings when he was a boy. It was like there was a strange tension in the air. Normally he dismissed such nonsense as superstition, but today he’d grabbed his breathing mask and his mag cannon rifle with some trepidation as he followed the prisoners down to core of this miserable world and into the mines. Stig intended to remain in Ben’s allotted work area, with an eye to the monitors. He watched Ben in the monitors as the robotic flying prison cameras whizzed around monitoring the activity of the prisoners. Ben was a big lad. He started his work. Stig watching as Ben plunged the drill into the rocks, his triceps exploding, his arms hard and immovable, rocks cracking all around. He worked fast and clean heaving minerals into one of the prison carts for processing, his muscle straining as he pushed it up the shaft until its magnetic propulsion system took command. Sherman stood there, and Stig realised that of all the prisoners he had a special beauty to him. Where other men had lost limbs or sustained other injuries, Ben was still perfect. Even more perfect for the power of his torso and the sculpted muscle that let him fulfil his mission. Stig realised Ben had taken too long a break and tapped the pad on his monitor so the camera would signal it was time to return to work. Stig watched and smiled to himself as Ben flipped off the camera. But Sherman started his drill again. Stig nodded, satisfied, and looked away at the other prisoners for a moment. When Stig turned back to Ben he sent the normal cameras away and instead used a cloaked camera the prisoners didn’t know about. Stig’s eyes widened as he saw the powerful form of Ben using the drill, but as he watched he saw that Ben’s cock was out. It had torn free of his uniform, standing proudly in front of him as his continued his work. It wasn’t that surprising and did happen from time to time. That much testosterone and the vibrations of the work could make many men horny. Stig new the amount of testosterone raging inside Ben because he could feel it raging in himself, and there was even more of it in himself. What happened next did surprise Stig for he’d never really seen anything like it before. Ben bent his knees slightly, rammed his cock inside the protruding part of the wall, the drill steady in his hand. Stig’s eyes widened as he saw the poor rock give in response to Ben’s cock. That wasn’t possible. No man was strong enough to fuck that granite. But the prisoner’s cock and thighs pulverized the rock around them almost as efficiently as the nuclear drill would have done. He picked up speed, large chunks of rock collapsing all around Ben. Sherman’s forehead brushed against the wall and actually dented it. Stig became aware that he could feel the vibrations Ben was causing as far away even as he was. This was not right. Stig felt his own cock harden at the thought of all that power. When Stig saw Ben ram his fingers into the wall, and appear to bite it. He knew he had to get over there and deal with this prisoner. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew of all the guards it was only his superhuman muscle that stood a chance of defending the colony from this prisoner. He radioed for back-up and then ran toward where Ben was working. As he ran down the corridor, several large fissures had opened in the wall. Several of the prisoners shouted to understand what was going on but Stig ordered them back to work. He rounded a bend in the tunnel and was amazed as he felt a strange sensation in his gait. Stig was a man used to having thighs that would rival redwood trees back on Earth, but he realised that his legs had gotten bigger indeed. The seam of his trouser leg suddenly tore and he stood there marvelling at it. What was causing this? Around him a glow seeped through cracks in the walls, and Stig looked back as several of the prisoners too seemed affected by the strange light. Two moved toward cracks that they saw. Their bodies expanding larger as they neared the glow. The closest of the two prisoners, who by prison standards was not very big, reached out and stuck his hand into a fissure, pulling out a lump of rock and holding it in his hand. As it glowed the prisoner grew. The other man, basking in the light grew too, but much more slowly. His cock tore through his uniform and he reached down to stroke it. New Mars was a masculine place. No women were powerful enough to survive augmentation and that meant that homosexual activity was rampant. Stig was not shy to see a cock, but he felt his eyes grow wide as he watched that massive pole expand longer and thicker. The prisoner turned to look at Stig. He was no longer small and now rivalled even the guards in size. Like Ben he took a bite of the rock and grinned, a little bit madly, as he approached Stig through the corridor. As he walked his body exploded out of the fabric and he casually began to squeeze the drill he held in his hands until it was a ball of tangled metal which he tossed aside. Stig as the strongest of the guards had been tested benching over fifty tons, but when this massive behemoth grabbed him Stig felt like he had no power at all. It was like that night back on his arrival at the prison when he was at the mercy of those inmates. This man in whose grip he was now held continued to squeeze the life out of Stig’s massively thick neck and it was impossible to breath. He grabbed a rock and started clobbering the prisoner in the head. Dazing the man, Stig was released and managed to scramble away, but Stig’s breathing mask had been ripped off in the struggle. Soon the prisoner was reaching for him again, murder on his mind. Stig took in massive gulps of air, desperate to breath. And felt the radioactive dust fill his lungs, along with something else. He felt his body beginning to expand faster also. His strength already legendary felt like it was growing very quickly, the power intoxicating, and he punched the prisoner hard in the stomach repeatedly until it no longer hurt his hand. The prisoner didn’t look too bothered however. Stig backed up right against the glowing wall and tore off his damaged shirt. He felt the light hitting his lats as he stood there, eyeing the prisoner, and then he felt the power enter his body. He grabbed at the rock and shoved his hands in feeling the power filling him up. Then he sprang at the prisoner using every ounce of power he had in him, leaping on him, his hands to the prisoner’s head. The man grabbed Stig’s biceps, and Stig felt the other prisoner behind him trying to stop him. But this was a fight Stig had to win. The man was crushing his arms, but his fingers crushed his head and after what seemed to him an eternity the skull of the man beneath him finally shattered, blood and gore exploding out. Turning he threw off the other prisoner, who was growing ever larger. But so was Stig. The light seemed to shine brighter and Stig walked into it. Alarms began to reverberate all around, energy shields sealing the tunnels to prevent inmates from resisting the guards. Stig heard the boots of his fellow guards finally arriving. He would take care of this other prisoner and then deal with Sherman. Just then an earthquake tore through the mines. The stones of the ceiling rumbled, collapsing on the inmate in front of Stig, and he felt the wall behind him give. The roof sank down alarmingly and Stig pushed against the weight of tons of rock heaving it away as he moved. He would be damned if he would let Sherman get away. He smashed through rock and debris clearing the tunnel as he went, the shockwaves reverberating around him as the earlier quake had. Finally he tore his way into a massive open cavern and farther away he could see Sherman with his back to Stig. Below was a boiling, turbulent mass of hot liquid. It looked like green molten lava. Stig sensed this was the source of the power he’d been feeling, and obviously what Ben and the other inmates had been feeling too. Such power! It was greater than anything he’d ever felt as a high off the serum. Sherman was now massive. His body bathed in the light of the glowing green liquid as did Stig’s. Ben was like a Hulk. He was certainly as large as the Hulk. Maybe bigger. Stig walked closer, his footing difficult. Inmate Sherman was inside his own world, lost in ecstasy, and Stig struggled to control his emotions and concentrate will to control the power he could feel acting strongly on him as well. His muscles thickened too. His shoulders growing ever more vast and his height rising upwards. His clothes had torn away and he watched as Sherman’s cum erupted then, outwards towards the liquid. Stig felt his own organ erupt uncontrollably sending out wave after wave of pure bliss through his mind fog. He also felt the powerful formula in his veins; a heavy dose of it still fresh in his system from the injection he’d received last night. Stig wondered whether it would further augment him as it interacted with this green substance. Stig was almost close enough to reach out to Ben, who was still apparently unaware of Stig's presence. Stig felt how large and enormous he had grown, and he could see he was head and shoulders bigger now than Sherman. He prepared to tackle this smaller Hulk in front of him that was once Ben, but Stig felt the cave crumbling. Then Sherman stepped off the edge and out of his grasp. He groaned from pleasure and frustration. Then the rock under his feet, still covered in both of their cum, shattered and Stig felt himself falling forward after Sherman. He flailed momentarily, but couldn’t grab anything. He realised though he didn’t want to. He embraced his destiny as he hit the hot lava and his world changed forever.
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