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Okay here it is! Apologies again for the wait. I know it's only been a week but I don't like to keep you guys waiting too long, especially as you've been so generous with all the amazing comments and feedback. Twenty Four I open my eyes and for a few seconds I feel completely disoriented. Because although this is the dorm room I’ve lived in for the past seven months, for the first time, I’m not waking up in my bed. I look up to see the familiar poster of Tommy “The Tank” Foster cranking out an abs and thighs in his shiny yellow posers on the wall, and the much smaller illustration I sketched stuck next to it. And then it suddenly hits me. Where I am. What happened last night. And who’s lying next to me naked. And as it does, this intense wave of happiness washes over me. I roll over and there he is. Ruffled hair. Cute nose. Dimples and everything. My little Hufflepuff, Luke, lying with his head on the pillow, giving me this cute, dreamy grin. Fuuuuck. “Mmmm. Hello!” I say, wrapping my arm around his waist and pushing my body against his smaller torso. “Morning!” he says, in this cute, sort of sheepish way before biting his lip. I bring my face in and kiss him as I squeeze his body. My pecs are squashed against his chest. My legs pushed up against his and fuck - I can feel his hard cock digging into me. “Fuck!” I say, as we part lips. Is this actually happening? Am I really lying in Luke’s bed, my naked body wrapped around his? “I’m not sure this bed is designed for two people!” Luke teases, as he grips on to me. “Especially when one of them is a two hundred and thirty pounds bodybuilder!” I shrug. “Okay!” I say, casually. Then I throw Luke’s duvet cover back and sit up to leave the bed. Luke looks shocked, his mouth hung open a little. Then he smirks and shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking dick sometimes!” “And yet … you kissed me!” Luke rolls his eyes and I jump on top of him and lie flat on his body. He beams and wraps one arm around my back, the other one gripping on to one of my big arms. And now he’s just looking at me with such affection. This happy smirk on his face. God - it feels like we’re the only two people in the world right now. And then the morning alarm on Luke’s bloody phone goes off and I throw my head back and groan. “Shall we just stay here all day?” I suggest, Luke’s mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Just completely bunk off Posing Practice?” “Mmmm. I dunno. Watching you pose isn’t … completely terrible!” Luke says, raising an eyebrow and giving me a sexy grin. Then he gives my unflexed arm a squeeze and my chest flutters with excitement. “Well we don’t need Posing Practice for that!” Luke’s mouth erupts into an excited grin. Then his face changes and he bites his lip. He suddenly looks a little nervous. I have a feeling he’s trying to gear up the courage to ask me something. I feel a pinch of excitement at the prospect of what that something might be. “Can I … ask you something?” I throw my head back and laugh. “What?” Luke asks, surprised and smiling. “I knew that was coming! You had that … look you always get!” Luke gives me a sheepish little smirk. “Well, I was just wondering …” Oh my God. He’s gonna ask me to flex for him. Fucking YES! “... like, how long have you … you know!” I can’t believe how fucking adorable Luke is being right now. Even after what we did last night, he’s still nervous to ask me something personal. I give him a teasing wide eyed look for him to carry on, even though I have a pretty good idea what he’s trying to ask me. Luke playfully rolls his eyes. “Wanted to … do this!” he explains, his mouth curling into a sexy little grin as he continues to grip on to my body. “Mmmm. A while!” I reply, with a teasing grin. Luke bites his lip and just looks at me. “I think … it kinda started with you trying on your new posing trunks for me!” Wow. I’m usually so nervous about opening up to Luke, but that was surprisingly easy to confess. I’m even now feeling a bit of a buzz at having done so. “Really?” Luke asks, surprised. I smile back and gently nod. “I mean, it was partly the posing trunks, but … well, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, Luke, but you have a really cute arse!” Luke’s eyes widen in a shocked expression then his mouth curls into a cute, sheepish grin. “So … what you’re really saying is, you’ve been secretly checking out my arse for weeks?” I laugh. “Pretty much!” I tell him, looking at him in the eyes, my heavy body still on top of his. He looks back at me with so much affection, so I bring my face to his and kiss him. God - will that ever feel anything but fucking amazing? “Well … while we’re confessing things …” Luke begins, “I’ve kinda been checking out your arse too!” he says, wincing a little. I laugh. Then I pull a face and shrug. “Hmmm. Thought as much! I mean - come on. How could you not?!” Luke rolls his eyes and smirks and then he suddenly lets out a gasp. “Oh my God!” “What?” I ask, equal parts confused and excited. “I haven’t tried on my new pink posing trunks!” Fuck! A surge of excitement goes through me. With everything that’s happened over the past two days, I’d completely forgotten about the new posers I made Luke buy before we set off for Bristol. “Put ‘em on!” I order, excitedly. I roll off him and he excitedly jumps out of bed and GRRRR - I’m suddenly reminded of something I discovered last night. That Luke’s arse is even bloody cuter naked. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about the deal we made!” he says, as he rummages through his still unpacked holdall from the weekend. I pull a face like I don’t know what he’s talking about. Luke looks at me wide eyed and smirking. “Erm … if I buy the pink posers from the campus store, you’ll wear yours to Posing Practice!” “You do know having imaginary conversations isn’t a good sign, right?” “And I suppose I imagined you telling me last night that you love my cheek dimples!” he says, with a raised eyebrow and a cute smirk. HA! I love it. “Nope!” I say, my chest expanding. “That one really happened!” And now I’m just smiling at him from his bed and he’s giving a coy grin back. God - I’ve never been this way with a guy before. It’s completely new territory for me. I’m kind of surprising myself with how I’m being with Luke. But it feels so natural. So normal. And now he’s got his shiny hot pink posers in his hand and he’s giving me this excited grin. Fuuuuck. What an image. “They’re so shiny!” he adorably explains. I grin and nod at him and he bites his lip as climbs into the indecently shiny trunks until his bulge is packed in the front of the pink material. ARGH! He looks down and does an eeek face and then sheepishly grins at me. “Fuck!” I say, half laughing, my hard on juddering under Luke’s duvet. “Definitely need sunglasses for these ones!” Luke’s nodding, wide eyed, a dimple showing grin on his oh-so-cute face. And those trunks. Fucking HELL those trunks. “Okay, give me … a front double bicep!” Luke laughs and shake his head. “Fuck off!” “I’m serious! Come on ... front double bicep!” He’s smirking at me, looking a little unsure. “You don’t think I like seeing you pose too?” I say, my stomach twisting a little. “Front double bicep. Now!” “Fine!” he sighs. “Jesus!” Luke looks a little awkward as he lifts his arms up and then his mouth curls into a sheepish grin as his pumped little biceps bulge either side of his painfully cute head. Fuck. I can’t stop smiling. My little Lukey flexing his biceps in his brand new shiny pink posers. “BOOM!” I playfully shout. Luke giggles and relaxes from the pose. “Wait - let me get my phone. This would make a perfect shot for your Instagram!” “Now you really can fuck off!” And now Luke’s cautiously walking towards me wearing nothing but his shiny posers and a cute grin and FUCK - my chest leaps into my throat. His dick starts to get hard in his trunks (fuck!) and now I’m rock hard under Luke’s bed sheets too. And now he’s right at the edge of the bed, biting his lip and giving me an excited grin, his growing hard on straining the pink material of those insanely shiny trunks right above my fucking face. “Fuck!” I whisper. Luke places one hand on my head and ruffles my hair, the other hand gently resting on my shoulder blades. “Mmmm!” I say, melting. I look up and Luke’s looking down at me. I place my hand on his hot little abs. He closes his eyes for a second, like he's melting too. And then I squeeze his throbbing hard cock through the pink trunk material and he closes his eyes again and releases the sexiest groan as he grips my back tighter. I start to rub Luke’s cock through the material and he groans even more. God these trunks. God Luke’s cock. I just wanna make him groan and squirm and cum. Over and over again. Fucking GRRRR. I pull down his posers and take Luke’s perfect looking cock out of it’s shiny pink wrapper. “Fuck! Your cock!” I exclaim as I grip it. I look up and he’s giving me this sexy, coy grin. Looking into Luke’s eyes, I bring my mouth forward and put my lips around the head of his gorgeous cock. He groans and closes his eyes again as he grips my shoulder blade tighter with one hand. The other now slipping from my hair to one of my ears, which he’s now gently tickling, just like he did last night. I don’t know why but I really fucking love that. Luke gently playing with one of my ears as I work on his cock and bring him closer to exploding. I place my hand around the back of Luke and gently squeeze one of his trunk encased arse cheeks, feeling the shiny material of the trunks and the soft skin of Luke’s cheek. Fuck! I’m actually touching the painfully cute arse I’ve obsessed about so fucking much. God - I can’t believe how this feels. Often when I’ve done this to a guy before, it’s almost been mechanical. Like I’ve just been going through the motions. Working a guy’s cock with my mouth and lips because that’s what he’s wanted. And that’s what’s been expected of me. But this. Jesus! This is something entirely different. It’s so fucking sexy. Hearing Luke groan as he gently tickles my ear and I work my mouth around his perfect fucking cock, knowing he’s getting closer and closer to exploding and - “Oh God! Woody!” I suck harder still and squeeze his buttock tight. “Woody …” he groans. God YES! “... I’m gonna …. ARGH! … I’m gonna cum …” Fucking cum! Fucking shoot that hot muscle boy load in my - “ARRGGGHHHH!!” And he’s cumming. Luke’s fucking cumming and … beedabipbeepbeepbip … the God damn fucking alarm on his phone starts going off again. But I carry on. Luke’s groaning loudly. I can feel his body starting to relax. And that bloody alarm is still going off. And now Luke’s laughing. And I’m laughing too. I wrap both arms around him and look up at him, resting my chin against his thighs. He’s looking down at me with the most loving smile on his face, his chest heaving up and down, out of breath, clearly blissed out on a post-orgasmic high. He’s still playing with my ear. Why the hell do I love that so God damn fucking much? Luke reaches for his phone on his bedside cabinet. “Oh shit!” he says, switching the alarm off. “We’ve got twenty minutes to get to class!” I groan and rest my face against his thigh as I continue to grip on to him. “Mmmm. You can have the shower. I’ll have one after Posing Practice.” I release Luke from my grip and he goes to head towards the shower. “Wait!” I say. He looks at me confused. “Turn around. Just … stay there for two seconds!” Luke smirks, turns around and does as I ask. And now he’s just standing there a few inches from the bed. That ridiculously cute, beefy arse spilling out either side of the shiny material of his brand new hot pink posing trunks. “ARGH!” I cry. I flop back onto the mattress for dramatic effect. “What are you doing to me?” Luke jumps in the shower, leaving me still lying on his bed. Fuck. I just want to stay here all day. Just me and Luke in our own little world. Fuck Posing Practice. Fuck Hancox and Deano and all of the other budding bodybuilders in this university who mean absolutely nothing to me. I know not everything’s perfect with Luke. It feels like there’s still things left unsaid. About my deal with Johnny. About me getting my own room next year. God - when I think about his face last night. How hurt he looked. How cold he was with me. It makes my insides fucking clench. I need Luke to know how sorry I am. For agreeing to the deal in the first place. And for that stupid fucking thing I wrote in my notebook. I know the subject will come up at some point. Maybe I should just bring it up today? Get it over and done with. But I don’t wanna ruin things. Because right now, everything between us feels so fucking good. I jump off Luke’s bed and open up my posing trunk drawer, my own shiny pink posers suddenly staring back at me. The trunks I said I’d wear to Posing Practice if Luke bought his (even though I wasn’t really being serious). I won’t lie, I have fantasised about wearing these to Posing Practice before, but I haven’t ever seriously considered doing it. But that was before Luke showed up. With his Tommy Foster poster and his geeky t-shirts and his Harry bloody Potter boxer shorts and fuck it - without another single thought I whip them out and put them on. This surge of excitement goes through me as I look down and see that bright pink shiny bulge looking back at me. What are the other lads gonna think of me wearing pink posers? What’s Deano gonna say? Ha! I actually can’t fucking wait to find out. But more than that - I can’t wait to see the look on Luke’s cute little face when he sees them. Fifteen minutes later and me and Luke are heading out the door, Luke in his white Ghostbusters t-shirt. “Shit! We’re gonna have to rush!” he says, looking at the time on his phone. I trail behind him, smirking and rolling my eyes. “Wait!” I say to him as he reaches the door. I grab Luke’s hand and he spins around, confused but smirking. I push my body against his and do what Luke beat me to doing in this very spot last night. When I pull my lips from his, Luke’s just dreamily grinning at me. “Mmmm! Just had the urge to do that!” I tell him. “Can’t wait to see you in your pink posers in class!” he jokes. I roll my eyes and pull a face. And now we're just standing there, my body pressed up against his. I'm just looking at him. Taking him in. My little Hufflepuff, Luke. Not so ruffled hair. Cute nose. Dimples and bloody everything.

First time poster here! I haven't written anything in a while, but I have a few ideas about where this potential story could go. Posting the first chapter now, and will post the second in a few days. I hope you enjoy--feedback is encouraged! omfg Muscle U.N. Part One: Measuring Up The three young bodybuilders were still adjusting the underwear they’d just been given to change into while one opened the blinds to the bedroom’s one enormous window. Evening light flooded the room, illuminating their sculpted bodies as they marveled at the prairie sky’s gradient of oranges and purples taking up the expanse as far as the eye could see. None could speak the same language yet, but all felt the same commingling of excitement and nervous apprehension about the abrupt change their lives had taken. Even a person with the most cursory understanding of and appreciation for bodybuilding would note immediately that all three of these guys were in incredible shape, and likely some sort of body builder or fitness model. All were college-age. The tallest of the three stood just under 6 feet tall, lanky and lean, with close cropped blond hair, an extremely light dusting of blond body hair, and very fair, pale skin. His muscles had a nice elegance to him, and framed his long body beautifully. All he wore was a thin chain with a tiny cross that hung down to his chest and high-cut grey briefs that emphasized his relatively flat but still hard as fuck glutes. The second tallest stood about 5’7, and was thick as a tank. In a shirt, he might be described as almost “stocky” when off-season. But take the shirt off, as was the case now, and his torso boasted a surprisingly narrow taper for a thicker guy. His massive, hairy pecs bulged even when relaxed, and his hard stomach was covered in a thin layer of black fur. His hair was black, short and wavy, but long enough to be held up in a bun by a rubber band. His lower body was thick too, with meaty thighs and a laughably huge muscle ass covered in butt-hugging blue briefs (which had been laid out on the bed with a name tag for him) that looked great with his darker complexion. The shortest was a shortie indeed. At an astounding 5’2, this guy was a dark-skinned beauty who probably had the most “beautiful” of the three bodies. Nice proportions all around with perfectly symmetrical abs visible even when relaxed. And speaking of “beautiful,” this guy was it. Perfect skin, gorgeous eyes, jet-black, thick hair that had been freshly buzzed on the sides, razor cheekbones, all that universally acknowledged pretty-boy stuff. Pelt-like fur covered his body, and his plump, fuzzy butt rested in a pair of lime green briefs. Glenn stood in the doorway, taking a moment to appreciate the scene before him, the culmination of his life’s work. Three beautiful bodybuilders. In one room. In his house. Ready to work. Glenn stood at 6’3, and so pretty much towered over the three young men. He was in his late-forties, balding, bearded, broad, and burly. Not a bodybuilder by any means but a guy who took care of himself for sure. While his contemporaries were resembling bloated badgers as they aged, he could jump-rope shirtless with only the slightest of a jiggle. Today, he wore form-fitting black workout shorts and a University of Nebraska t-shirt that, while not skin-tight, answered the question about whether or not he even lifted, bro. Glenn cleared his throat; the three turned in unison. “I see you all found your trunks,” he said, gesturing to their crotches. They nodded, with the shortest of the three smiling and giving a thumb's up. “So Coach Glenn thinks we should start with some initial measurements before we start out on a serious game plan, sound good?” The thickest of the three answered “Sure,” and the other two seemed to catch on and nod. Glenn held out the calipers and measuring tape he’d been holding. “Ok, Petr: why don’t you go first?” He gestured to the middle of the room. Petr nodded and strode confidently toward the center of the room, standing perfectly still in his briefs with his hands as his sides. The two other bodybuilders made their way to the king-size bed, where they sat on the edge and looked on. Glenn proceeded to where Petr was standing, wanting to take a moment to remember this scene. He had seen the kid up close back in the Czech Republic, but the translator had been in the room, and so he couldn’t get too grubby. Petr had lifted his shirt on the translator’s request, his wonky-shaped, irregular abs locking into place. Glenn knew that their blatant asymmetry might cost the kid some points with the judges, but they scored major points with him. Damn, he’d thought. Once we get this kid peeled skinless, that’s going to look like some majorly gnarled shit right there. But it was Petr’s legs that had really sealed the deal for “Coach” Glenn. He’d seen them in youtube clips, but when Petr had lifted his gym shorts and flexed those braided, lean quads, Glenn knew right then that this walking broomstick of muscle would be perfect for his project. Now, he went to work. “Lift up your arm, Petr?” he asked politely. Petr looked at him and shrugged. Glenn gently lifted up Petr’s arm, and then ran his fingers down his side until he reached the waistband of his underwear. Using his fingers, he gently crunched Petr’s body to the side so that the skin would be drawn tight over his lats. “There we go.” Coach Glenn first used his fingers to pinch a small bit of skin from Petr’s side, and then the calipers to measure it. “Not bad” coach muttered. He proceeded to move all over Petr’s lean pale body, painstakingly measuring his body fat percentages, measuring his softball biceps, and always making sure to maintain as much body contact with his hands as possible. Petr didn’t mind—that was part of the arrangement. And, as Glenn knew, Petr was used to guys having their mitts all over him anyway. Petr was born in the Czech Republic to a middle-class family of four. He was an athletic kid from the start, excelling in any sport he put his mind too, from football to handball to swimming. A bike injury sidelined him from sports for a year when he was 14, and he fell behind his peers in their athletic development. Once he recovered, he decided to start lifting weights to get himself back into shape. He was amazed at how responsive his body was to lifting, and especially when it came to doing cardio. The trainers at the gym were wowed by his body’s seeming inability to keep fat on it—that was when they started coaching him on food so that his super-fast metabolism didn’t starve him. At 16 he entered his first contest. On the clip Glenn watched, you can see Petr take the stage kind of awkward and unsure. But as he starts his routine, he absolutely comes to life. And there’s an incredible moment where Petr shows off his obscenely developed inner thigh muscles, and the crowd audibly gasps. Unfortunately, Petr didn't win that contest, or any others, despite his shredded conditioning. At the end of the day, he didn’t have access to the training, or resources, other competitors had. His family fell on hard times too, and so could no longer support his bodybuilding dreams. Although a straight, god-fearing Christian boy, Petr knew that he could earn cash through his otherworldly bod, and started renting himself for muscle worship sessions in Prague, which was about an hour from his home. That was how Glenn found him online in the first place. Petr’s rule was no sex, no penetration, but if a guy wanted to pay him a few hundred bucks to jerk off on him? No sweat. One thing about being a straight, god-fearing Christian boy is that, if you’re really devout, you won’t have sex before marriage. And Petr had followed that to a T, still a virgin at 19, never having gone further than second base with a friend from childhood behind a deli. And so being young and full of cum, Petr often found himself feeling extremely pent-up, and wrestled with the need to reconcile his desire to stay true to his faith while wanting to fuck everything that moves. And so, while popping a boner during a posing session for a devout worshipper (of another kind) wasn’t unheard of, he didn’t really ever think too much of it. Now Glenn gently turned Petr so he was facing away from him. He tugged Petr’s high-waisted briefs up even more and gently traced Petr’s hard glutes. “Flex.” Petr knew that word, and instantly faint lines appeared along the sides of his ass. Glenn said nothing, and pulled the briefs back down to where they would be more comfortable. He then spun Petr back around again and crouched so that his eyes were at Petr’s crotch. He noted the faint outline of Petr’s mushroom-stamp at the tip of his briefs, but his eyes didn't linger. He strummed along Petr’s inner thigh with his fingers: “Flex.” A thousand striations appeared along Petr’s thigh muscles, an endlessly complicated map of muscle. Fuck, Glenn thought, but again didn’t say anything. Fucking beautiful. Petr, the whole time, unquestioningly obeyed coach’s commands. He knew that it was going to be a rough road ahead on his journey, but that’s what he was here for. The opportunity to be in America, with a college education fully paid for, a living situation fully paid for, coaching, food and supplements fully paid for…really, everything fully paid for. All he had to do was work to get as shredded as possible to meet Coach Glenn’s high expectations, and getting shredded was a goal of his anyway. He missed his family and friends back in the Czech Republic, but he was happy with this new situation for sure. Coach Glenn finally stood up again, the front of his shorts now thick and bulbous, all three bodybuilders noted. Coach didn't say anything about it, remaining all business. He put his hand on Petr’s back, and motioned him to the bed. He then pointed at the thick guy, the bigger, bodybuilder who had been sitting on the bed. “Camilo. Now you.”

English version in here. UNO Mis padres siempre me educaron en la cultura del esfuerzo, por lo que a ninguno de mis amigos les sorprendió que a los veinticinco años me comprara mi departamento. Había trabajado mucho para conseguir la plata suficiente, haciendo horas extras, trabajando freelance los fines de semana y ahorrando todo lo que podía y gastando lo menos posible. Pedí un préstamo a un banco y eso fue todo. Me mudé apenas me dieron la llave y durante seis meses disfruté de la soledad y me relajé. Pasado ese tiempo decidí que lo mismo que había hecho para conseguir la mitad del departamento lo podía hacer para conseguir la otra mitad y para eso no iba a escatimar en nada. Si volvía a tomar trabajos freelance, un poco de horas extras y alquilaba una de las habitaciones que me quedaba libre, entonces no tardaría en juntar todo el dinero que necesitaba. Así fue como le comenté a mis amigos que tenía una habitación disponible para alquilar. A varios amigos les interesó pero ninguno tenía suficiente dinero para pagar el lugar, no era que yo cobrase demasiado, lo que pasaba era que ninguno tenía un trabajo que todavía les permitiera vivir solos. Los días pasaron y una mañana me llegó un mensaje de Fran: -¡Hey, me enteré que estas alquilando un cuarto y yo necesito irme de la casa de mis viejos! ¿Quien era Fran? Habíamos sido compañeros en mi trabajo anterior donde yo era desarrollador y él tester. Era un pibe jodón con quien siempre nos hacíamos bromas. No podría decir que fuese lindo, quizás si agarrabas tan solo su cara no dirías eso, pero había algo en la manera de ser que resultaba seductor, sumado a que tenía un cuerpo… ¿que digo? Un pecho enorme. No era lo que se dice musculoso, tan solo tenía las proporciones perfectas, hacía mucho deporte y le gustaba cuidarse. Practicaba lucha libre y eso debía mantenerlo bastante entrenado. Él siempre supo que a mi me gustaban los hombres, pero nunca le importó. Tenía bastante claro que le gustaban las mujeres por lo que siempre le pellizcaba el culo a alguno para molestarlo, ¡incluso a mí!. En él era tan normal como darte una palmada. Sin embargo todo lo confiado que era con los hombres, con las mujeres se desvanecía. Simplemente cuando una chica le gustaba demasiado apenas podía hablarle. Recuerdo también que muchas de las chicas “que no le gustaban” estaban tan calientes por él como yo y más de una le chupó la pija en el baño de alguna fiesta. La idea de vivir con Fran me excitó desde el primer momento. Me lo imaginaba desnudo en el baño de mi casa y la sola idea ya me servía para acabar. A la semana siguiente dejó caer su bolso en el cuarto vacío y se instaló en casa. Al principio las cosas fueron bastante normales. Ambos desayunábamos juntos y después cada uno se iba al trabajo. Yo volvía por la tarde y disfrutaba de unas horas solo para trabajar hasta que caía la noche y él llegaba. Los mejores momentos era cuando andaba por la casa solo en calzoncillos. Tenía un pecho enorme, tal cual yo recordaba, marcado y ancho. Fran me sacaba una cabeza por lo que si nos cruzábamos en el baño yo tenía la imagen perfecta de sus músculos. —¡Cuidado, enanin! —me decía cuando nos cruzábamos de esa forma y lo decía para molestarme pero a mi me excitaba. Fran necesitaba ahorrar plata pero a diferencia mía no tenía voluntad para trabajar y no gastar. Salía con amigos y se gastaba demasiada plata en cada salida. No me sorprendía que no lograse ahorrar dinero. Según me enteré por un amigo en común solía pagar para tener sexo y al parecer necesitaba tener demasiado sexo por semana. Otra cosa que hacía con ese hermoso cuerpo que tenía era lucha libre por lo que tenía esos trajes ridiculos de spandex que le quedaban de maravilla. Resaltaban sus anchos hombros, su pecho y su pija. Me lo imaginaba luchando con esa ropa con algún otro hombre vestido igual y la idea me alcanzaba para toda la noche. Las cosas comenzaron a cambiar una tarde que vino enojado de entrenar. El entrenador le había dicho que necesitaba ganar peso para competir en el torneo. —¿Cuanto tenés que ganar? —le pregunté. —Tengo que pesar 80 kilos —me respondió. No me parecía tanto y se lo dije. —¡Diez kilos de músculo! —me dijo como si fuera algo obvio— ¡Vos porque nunca ganaste ni un kilo en tu vida! ¡Apuesto que no levantás ni cinco kilos en el gimnasio! Para ganar tanto músculo tendría que comer muchisima carne, ¡con lo caro que sale!, tomar suplementos que son carísimos y además ir a un nutricionista. ¡No puedo pagar todo eso!. Más allá de que la idea de que se volviera más musculoso me excitaba y no tardé ni diez segundos en imaginarme una versión de Fran más fuerte y musculosa… con el pecho enorme y los brazos abultados… también era verdad que lo quería ayudar, al menos a que aprendiera a ser riguroso para conseguir lo que quería. Entonces le ofrecí que si durante un mes el podía enfocar todos sus esfuerzos en este desafío y usar la plata solo para sus objetivos entonces yo lo ayudaría. ¿Como? Durante un mes no le cobraría alquiler. —¿En serio? —me preguntó. —Pero solo si veo que te lo tomas en serio. —¡Obvio! ¡Ya vas a ver! ¡Me voy a volver una bestia! No sé si fueron mis palabras o las ganas que tenía de entrar al torneo pero algo en su actitud cambió de la noche a la mañana. Dejó de salir con amigos y se anotó todos los días en el gimnasio. Nuestra cocina se llenó de suplementos y la heladera de carne, pollo, verduras y otras cosas de las que ni siquiera sabía el nombre. Todos los días después del trabajo se iba a entrenar y llegaba para comer. Ahora él cocinaba para ambos y comía unas cantidades impresionantes de carne y carbohidratos. Tomaba sus suplementos de forma rigurosa y se iba a dormir para descansar lo suficiente. En pocos días noté la diferencia. Cuando salía de bañarse podía ver los cambios. Músculos sobre músculos se le marcaban en la espalda que de pronto había crecido unos cuantos centímetros. Sus hombros se volvieron más redondos y su pecho se marcó como si de pronto quisiera salirse de su cuerpo. Sus brazos se volvieron más grandes y sus piernas comenzaron a convertirse en jamones. Lo que también comenzó a suceder es que se tomaba duchas mas largas, después de las cuales siempre decía con una sonrisa y guiñándome un ojo: —Hay que atender a la bestia —y se rascaba la pija debajo de la toalla. Y así como él se masturbaba todos los días yo hacía lo mismo después… imaginando su cuerpo, sus músculos duros y fuertes y sobre todo su enorme pecho mientras crecía. El mes pasó pronto y una mañana me dijo: —Gané 5 kilos. ¿5 kilos? ¡Parecía como si hubiera ganado 20! Todos sus músculos se habían vuelto más grandes. —Lo que pasa es que perdí algo de grasa y gané más masa muscular. Y para remarcar su punto flexionó su brazo. Era enorme. —¡Felicitaciones! ¡Yo sabía que podrías hacerlo! Pero en lugar de sonreír se puso serio y me dijo: —¿Doble o nada? —¿Eh? —Doble o nada. Hacemos otro mes igual a este y si no llego a ganar otros cinco kilos te devuelvo toda la plata… —¿… y si lo lográs? Se quedó pensando durante unos segundos. —No te pago el alquiler por dos meses más… Más allá de que la diferencia de recibir o no el alquiler era importante, la idea de verlo crecer más aún me estaba calentando. —¡Trato hecho!—dije y le estreché la mano que me ofrecía. Fran apretó con fuerza. El mes siguiente fue una locura. Por alguna razón que desconozco Fran dejó de usar remeras de un día para otro. Todos los días veía sus enormes músculos pasearse por toda mi casa. Sus piernas todas marcadas, sus abdominales y su enorme pecho (cada día más grande). Cada día cocinaba cantidades más grandes de comida que comía frente a mi solo en calzones. Cuando terminaba se golpeaba la panza y sonreía. Era como verlo inflarse delante mío. Sus duchas eran interminables, era demasiado obvio que se estaba masturbando como loco. Y yo después de él, pensando en él y en lo enorme que se estaba volviendo. La noche anterior a que terminara el mes trajo una balanza. —Mañana es el gran día —dijo y se fue a dormir. A la mañana siguiente cuando me levanté ya había hecho el desayuno. Se estaba levantando incluso más temprano que yo. Solo llevaba puesto unos calzones calvin klein que le marcaban la pija… —¿Lees? —me dijo parado sobre la balanza. —92 kilos —¡Ja! —dijo y se bajó de la balanza flexionando ambos brazos— ¡Soy una bestia! Dicho eso se puso a comer. Yo todavía no entendía que había pasado, estaba demasiado dormido. Tardé unos segundos en hacer las cuentas, había ganado más de 5 kilo, ¿no? Los dos meses siguientes que había ganado para vivir gratis fueron más de lo mismo. E incluso llegué a creer que se había vuelto loco, era una persona totalmente diferente. Estaba obsesionado con las cantidad de la comida, con las horas de sueño, con las cantidades de pesos de cada ejercicio. Pero todo eso parecía estar dando resultado ya que crecía cada día más y no solo sus músculos eran mas grandes, estaba creciendo en altura. Una noche que salió de la ducha vi como su pelo rozaba el marco de la puerta. Pero no solo eso, sus hombros también. Se tuvo que comprar ropa nueva porque la anterior ya no le entraba. Sus brazos eran demasiado gruesos y su pecho parecía ser el doble que antes. Cuando los dos meses que había ganado gratis se terminaron algo cambió de repente. La semana siguiente usó remera todos los días. Yo me había acostumbrado a ver su impresionante cuerpo lleno de músculos pasearse por casa… ese enorme pecho al que imaginaba todo el tiempo creciendo cada vez más… Al quinto día le dije: —¿Che, Fran, pasa algo? —¿Por? —me preguntó él levantando la cara del plato de comida. —No sé… digo… estás como raro… —¿Yo? ¿Por? —No sé… digo… —jamás podría decir lo que pensaba… ni siquiera sabía lo que estaba pensando… Ahi Fran sonrió. —¿Me estás preguntando porque no ando más sin remera? —¡¿Que?! ¡No, obvio que no! —¿Entonces? —No nada… dejá… Esa noche se sentó frente a mi con su enorme plato de comida y me dijo serio. —Okey, necesito plata… Lo miré sin entender. —Con lo que gano no me alcanza y necesito plata. —¿Y que vas a hacer? Me miró serio, corrió el plato de comida y me dijo: —Quiero hacer un… trato… —¿Un trato? —Si… —¿Que clase de trato? —Bueno… ¿viste… viste como yo…? Lo miré esperando su respuesta. —¿Alguna vez pagaste por ver a alguien? —¿Eh? ¿De qué estás hablando? —¡Dale, chabon! ¡Ya sabés de lo que te estoy hablando! ¡Un stripclub! —Fran, no te sigo… pero no, nunca fui a uno de esos lugares. —Bueno, es un lugar donde uno paga por ver a minas… o tipos… bailar desnudas… desnudos… Lo miré sin poder creer lo que me estaba diciendo. Debajo de la mesa la pija se me puso dura en un segundo. —¿Me estás diciendo que te pague por verte desnudo? —Algo asi… —dijo sonriendo. —¡¿QUE?! —por dentro mi corazón estaba saltando de alegría pero al mismo tiempo no entendía que estaba pasando. —¡No pienses cualquier cosa! ¡Pensalo como un… win win…! Yo necesito plata… y vos… y a vos te gustan los tipos… digo… dado que a mi me gustan las minas con tetas bien grandes me imaginé que a vos quizás te gustaban los tipos… musculosos y fuertes… como yo… —¿Estás loco? —¡NO! Pensalo así…es como que me auspiciarías… me darías una mano… y yo a cambio te dejo ver mi cuerpo… mis músculos… ¡daaaale! ¡No me vas a decir que te dan ganas de ver el lomo que tengo! —… —Imaginate esto… vuelvo de entrenar a casa… y estoy todo duro… tengo todos los músculos enormes… tan duros que apenas puedo bajar los brazos…. ¿no te ganas ganas de ver lo fuerte que me estoy poniendo? —Estás loco… —dije y me levanté y me fui a dormir. Esa noche apenas pude dormir y me masturbé 5 veces antes de que sonara el despertador. Me levanté destruido. Fran comía el desayuno. Me senté frente a él intentando despertarme. —No dormiste nada, ¿no? —No… —¿Cuantas veces te pajeaste? —Cinco… —¡¿Cinco?! ¡Ja! ¡Zarpado! ¿Tanto te excita mi cuerpo? Dije si con la cabeza. —¡Que chabon! Y pregunté pensar dije: —¿Por cuanto tiempo? Fran me miró y sonrió. —Lo que vos digas. —Okey… vamos a probar con un mes y vemos. Se levantó y se acercó a mi silla. Me levantó como si no pesara nada y me abrazó apretándome contra su pecho. Después me soltó y sin esperar un minuto se sacó la remera con el movimiento más impresionante que vi en mi vida. Con ambos brazos agarró la parte de abajo y como si levantara una bandera se sacó la remera. Sus abdominales perfectos aparecieron uno encima de otro y después su pecho enorme… fuerte… —¡Vas a ver! —me dijo mientras flexionaba ambos brazos—¡Vas a disfrutar cada día de ver el lomo que tengo! ¡Me voy a poner enorme! Me voy a volver el hombre más musculoso que viste en tu puta vida y me voy a pasear delante tuyo para que lo veas. Me despeinó con una mano y se fue a cambiar para ir al trabajo. Ese mes fue una locura. Fran crecía como una bestia. Todos los días lo veía más y más grande y ya no solo se paseaba sin remera, sino que cada tanto flexionaba ambos brazos y me decía: —¿Y? ¿Que tal mis músculos? ¿Te gusta lo que estás viendo? ¡Me estoy poniendo enorme! Yo me quedaba mudo, viendo el tamaño imposible de su pecho. ¡Así tenía que ser el pecho de un hombre! A fin de mes no solo pesaba casi 100 kilos sino que además me sacaba dos cabezas. Cuando nos cruzábamos en el baño me decía cosas como: —¿Que tal la vista desde ahí abajo, putito? ¿Estoy demasiado grande? ¿Cuantas veces vas a pajearte hoy después de verme en bolas? —y flexionaba su pecho enorme y fuerte— Apuesto que tengo el pecho más grandes que viste en tu puta vida. En el gimnasio no hay nadie que tenga unas tetas como yo —dijo y mientras se masajeaba el pecho con una mano— No te das una idea la fuerza que tengo en mis pectorales, te apuesto a que puedo levantar más de diez veces tu peso. Cuando termino de entrenar tengo el pecho tan duro que apenas me puedo poner la remera. ¿Te acordas el traje de lucha que usaba cuando me vine a vivir acá? ¿Te imaginás como me quedaría ahora con estos músculos? ¿Te gustaría que me lo pusiera? Sin pensarlo dije que si… —¡jaja! Que puto que sos… Esa noche me masturbé sin parar hasta que me dolió la pija. Cuando llegó el mes siguiente le dije: —¿Como seguimos? Yo solo quería verlo sin remera… cada día más grande y musculoso… lo imaginaba teniendo que agacharse para pasar por la puerta. —Hagamos esto… ¿Que te parece si hacemos un arreglo por peso? —¿Por peso? —¡Claro! En lugar de que yo no te pague el alquiler… vos me pagas por kilo… —¿Por kilo? —Es así, ya hice las cuentas… vos ahora me estás “dando” esta plata que es igual al total del alquiler… ¿no? Si dividimos este numero por mi peso… da esto... ¿me seguís? Entonces pensé que quizás podemos bajar un poco el precio por kilo… de ese modo yo tendría que ganar aproximadamente… mmm… veinte kilos más para seguir sin pagar… ¿se entiende? Agarré la hoja donde había hecho todos los cálculos y la miré mientras pensaba: ¿20 kilos más de músculo? Fran ya era enorme, o sea podía aparecer en cualquier portada de cualquier revista de deporte. ¿Podía ganar más músculo? —De esa manera me estimulo a crecer y vos… podes verlo… ¿que te parece? —dijo y me guiñó el ojo— ¿Te imaginás lo que va a ser mi cuerpo con 20 kilos mas? Lo que pasó ese mes cambió todo. Yo había imaginado que Fran seguiría creciendo como venía haciendo hasta entonces… quizás un poco más lento, pero que todo sería mas o menos igual. Estaba muy equivocado. Ahi fui cuando vi lo que podían hacer los anabólicos. Al términar la primer semana fue como si de repente hubiera inflado todos sus músculos y los mantuviera todo el tiempo en tensión. Fue como si sus músculos adquirieran otra calidad, otra fuerza. Al principio no me imaginé lo que estaba pasando, pero algunas cosas me empezaron a llamar la atención. Poco a poco estaba más agresivo… —Mirá puto, mirá el tamaño de mis brazo —me decía y flexionaba sus brazos para después mirarme sobre su pecho como si mirara una basura— Así tiene que ser el cuerpo de un hombre…no esa mierdita enana que sos vos A veces se me acercaba demasiado y “sin querer” me empujaba: —Uh, disculpá putito, no te ví ahi abajo. A veces no me doy cuenta lo enorme que estoy. O a veces tan solo me decía: —¿Y? ¿Te está gustando lo que ves? ¿Que sentís al verme sin remera? ¿Te calienta mi pecho musculoso? No te das una idea lo fuerte que estoy. En el gimnasio estoy levantando como un toro. Después de cada una de esas frases yo solo podía encerrarme en mi cuarto a masturbarme. Una mañana de sábado recuerdo que me levanté temprano, fui a la cocina y me preparé el desayuno. Primero escuché la puerta de su cuarto abrirse y después los pasos de oso que daba Fran al caminar. Yo estaba preparándome el café cuando sentí su sombra enorme pasar por encima mío. Sin decir nada abrió la heladera y la volvió a cerrar. Cuando lo miré estaba tomando leche directamente del cartón. Solo tenía puestos unos calzoncillos que dejaban a la vista la enorme pija que todavía estaba un poco parada. Su cuerpo era una montaña de músculos. Sus piernas apretaban contra la tela del calzón pero su cintura era del tamaño justo, solo si seguías subiendo su cuerpo se ensanchaba hasta ser casi del tamaño de una puerta doble. Un pecho impresionante todo musculoso coronaba los abdominales marcados y a ambos lados unos hombros gigantescos con unos brazos abultados llenos de venas. Un poco de leche le cayó sobre el pecho y dibujó un río entre los pectorales gigantescos. Entonces me di cuenta que Fran me miraba. Me guiñó un ojo y tuve que irme despacio al baño y masturbarme con la imagen de su cuerpo desnudo y duro tomando leche. El último día del mes, después de desayunar, dijo: —Veni, putito. Vamos a pesarme. Se paró sobre la balanza pero ni siquiera se asomó sobre su pecho para mirar. —¿Que dice? Me agaché para ver. —125 kilos… —jaja… te dije… Yo no lo podía creer. O sea, se notaba la diferencia. Fran estaba enorme, una montaña de músculos todos marcados, uno sobre otros. —Me debes esto —me dijo mostrándome un papel con una cuenta. —¡¿Que?! —Es lo que habíamos arreglado… el arreglo era por kilo y ¿ves como acá dice que si pesaba 120 me pagabas exactamente lo mismo que el alquiler? Bueno, ahora peso 5 kilos mas que eso. Por lo que me debes esta plata. No es mucho… Yo no lo podía creer y me lo quedé mirando con la boca abierta. —¿Que pasa? ¿No me querés pagar? Su cara cambió de repente. Dio un paso hacia adelante y yo uno hacia atrás. Estaba contra la pared. —Te das cuenta que no es muy buena idea no querer pagarle a un hombre de 125 kilos, ¿no? Mirá el lomo que tengo… ¿Sabés lo que puedo hacerte con estos músculos? Eso bastó para que saliera corriendo a buscar mi billetera. Traje la plata y la puse sobre la mesa. Él la miró todavía enojado y en un segundo cambió la expresión. Con una sonrisa dijo: —Te estaba boludeando, enano. Quedátela, estos cinco kilos de músculo van por mi cuenta. Disfrutalos —dijo e hizo su pecho subir y bajar— Seguimos entonces con el mismo arreglo… ¿te parece? Solo que esta vez aclaramos que sin importar cuanto peso gane no me tenés que dar plata vos. ¿Te parece? Yo todavía estaba temblando. Dije si. —Pero si te parece podemos agregar esta otra hoja. Y me pasó una hoja con precios. Me miró con una sonrisa. La miré sin entender nada. —Te lo explico… esto que vez acá es el precio por tocar… y esto que vez acá es el grupo muscular. Por ejemplo si me querés tocar el pecho durante un minuto sale tanto… ¿se entiende? Mi cabeza de pronto se había detenido. —¿Que pasa? ¿Te lo tengo que explicar? ¡Es fácil, enano! La idea es que me pagues por tocarme. ¿O me decís que no te dan ganas de tocar estos músculos? Mírame el pecho… bueno, sale esto. Se paró y se fue a cambiar para ir al trabajo. Ese día llamé a la oficina diciendo que estaba enfermo. Me masturbé hasta que pensé que me moría. Después dormí y cuando faltaba poco para que Fran volviera a casa me fui a caminar. Mi cabeza no paraba de dar vueltas, nunca me había pasado algo como eso. Simplemente estaba perdido…. era una locura… O sea, era mucha guita. La verdad… ¿que estaba pensando? ¡No iba a pagar por tocarlo! ¡Era ridículo! Cuando volví a casa él estaba terminando de comer. Puse la plata en la mesa y respiré hondo. Fran sonrió, se limpió la boca con la mano, corrió la silla, abrió las piernas y mirándose el pecho con una sonrisa perversa dijo: —Todo tuyo. Incluso sentado me sacaba una cabeza. Yo era un enanito frente a un gigante musculoso. Me acerqué temblando y apoyé ambas manos sobre su enorme pecho. Era mucho más duro y suave de lo que había imaginado. Era impresionante, casi tan grande como mis dos almohadas. Era pesado y cada vez que lo levantaba caía de nuevo. De pronto lo puso duro y fue como si se volviera una roca. Comencé a masajearlo… —¿Te gusta enano? ¿Te gusta tocar mi pecho? ¡Así es un pecho de hombre! Salí corriendo y me encerré en el baño un segundo antes de acabar. No había llegado ni a tocarlo durante un minuto. Se imaginan como siguió todo. Bueno, yo no… nunca pensé que me podría pasar algo como esto. Cada día que llegaba a casa me decía a mi mismo que no iba a pagar más… que esperaría hasta la próxima semana… o bueno, hasta dentro de tres días… aguantaría hasta mañana… Cada día pagaba por tocarlo. Y cada día pasaba lo mismo. —¿Te gustan mis brazos? —decía y los flexionaba mientras yo lo tocaba— Apretá fuerte, dale. ¡Apretá como hombre! Ja, imagínate la fuerza que tengo que ni siquiera podes apretar un centímetro… ¡Dale apretá con fuerza, putito! ¡Mirá las manos de enano que tenés sobre mis enormes músculos! Lo toqué todo y cuando lo toqué todo varias veces trajo una nueva hoja con “promos”. “Cuerpo completo” o “después de entrenar” o “en pose”. Las probé todas… y al final del mes me di cuenta que había gastado todo mi sueldo. No podía creerlo, pero al mismo tiempo no podía parar… Al día siguiente fue Fran el que dijo: —Ahora no puedo, mañana. Se puso una remera sobre sus enormes músculos y salió. Esa noche no pude dormir y tuve que masturbarme de nuevo hasta que me doliera todo. A la madrugada lo escuché volver, pero no estaba solo. —Shhhh, no hagas ruido que mi amigo está durmiendo… —dijo en voz baja. A los cinco minutos la mina empezó a gritar mientras él se la cogía en su cuarto. Intenté masturbarme de nuevo pero solo logré que me salieran lágrimas de los ojos. Fran empezó a traer mujeres casi todas las noches. Algunas tuve que conocerlas ya que me las cruzaba en la cena y otras tan solo las escuché gritar… una… dos…. tres… cuatro… cinco veces… Fran estaba cogiendo por todo lo que antes no había cogido. De seguro estaba aprovechando toda la plata que yo le había dado por tocarlo para pagar por esas mujeres… porque no había duda de que eran putas… o sea… eran mujeres demasiado impresionantes como para no serlo… Una mañana después de que desayunásemos Fran, yo y una de ellas y de que ella se fuera sin siquiera saludarme le pregunté: —¿Cuanto te cobra? Fran me miró sonriendo. Su cuerpo estaba inmenso. Hacía varias semanas que no tocaba esos músculos y solo podía imaginar lo duros que estaban ahora. Estiró los brazos dejándome ver el tamaño de sus músculos. Estaba inmenso, nunca había visto un hombre tan grande. Dejó escapar una risa. —Ya no pago… —No entiendo… –Yo no soy el que paga… Lo miré sin entender. Se puso de pie para ir a su cuarto… su espalda era una montaña de músculos haciendo un trabajo perfecto. Cuando volvió traía un cajón. Adentro estaba lleno de fajos de billetes. —Son ellas las que pagan. —¡¿Que….?! ¿Me estás jodiendo? ¿Cuanto…? —¡ja! ¿Que pasa? ¿Querés saber cuanto cuesta que te coja esta montaña de músculos? —dijo y su pecho subió y bajó para después flexionar sus brazos… ¡Dios mío, eran enormes! Me quedé mudo. —Jaja, que puto que sos… Acá está el precio. Era imposible que alguien pagara… que una mina pagara… era mucho… ¿aceptaría tarjeta? ¿También era para tipos? —Vení que te muestro —me dijo y casi se me paró el corazón. Pero no fue lo que yo imaginaba. Se sentó en el sillón y prendió la notebook. Me senté a lado. Apoyó la notebook en la mesita y le dio play al video. Se dejó caer contra el respaldo y pasó la mano por arriba mío, me apretó contra su cuerpo —mi cachete apretado por su pecho— y dijo: —Vas a ver todo el show. La mina estaba en cuatro sobre la cama moviéndose hacia atrás y hacia adelante. Estaba filmado con el celular. Fran lo levantó y filmó el cuerpo de ella desde arriba y después se filmó a él. Todos sus músculos enormes y transpirados brillaban por la poca luz del cuarto. Era un compilado en el que se cogía a una mina tras otra. Algunas de parado. Otras contra la pared, otras las aplastaba bajo sus músculos. Era una locura…. pero lo que era una locura era el tamaño de su pija. Era imposiblemente grande. Fue entonces que puso su enorme mano sobre mi pantalón y empezó a acariciarme. —Mejor sin esto —dijo y me sacó el pantalón en un segundo. Mi pija estaba parada debajo de calzóncillo…. parada es una forma de decir… nunca tuve una pija grande… bueno, okey… la tengo bastante chica… Fran ahogó una risa y me empezó a masturbar con dos dedos. Cada dedo suyo era mas grande que mi pija. —Es como un pescadito —me dijo con tono de burla— ¿No se te pone dura? La verdad era que no se me ponía nunca muy dura… Estaba por decir algo cuando vi lo que estaba pasando en su pantalón. Era como si hubiera metido dos bananas… tres bananas en su bolsillo. —¿Querés ver una pija en serio? —dijo y con su otra mano llevó la mía hasta tocar su pija. Acabé en un segundo. —¡Uhhgg! ¡Boludo! —dijo y se limpió el semen en mi remera—. ¡Que chabon! Vení… encárgate vos de esta… Y se sacó el pantalón. La pija más grande que vi en mi vida se paró delante de mis ojos. —Tan grande como el resto de mis músculos… —dijo bromeando mientras me miraba y miraba su pija gigantesca—¿Y? ¿No vas a hacer nada? Con la mano temblando le agarré la pija. Era tan grande y estaba tan dura que no podía cerrar la mano. —Con las dos —me dijo. Y lo agarré rápido con la otra. Apoyó la cabeza contra el respaldo y se echó para atrás. —Mas fuerte. Su pija era mas grande que mi brazo extendido, era simplemente enorme y no pude imaginar quien podría aguantar… que mina podría soportar que se le cogieran con una pija tan grande. —Mas fuerte, enano. Todo su cuerpo estaba cubierto de músculos enormes, duros y brillantes. Incluso desnudo era como si tuviera una armadura puesta y su pija era una espada… un cañón. —Más fuerte… ¡dale! Estaba apretando con todas mis fuerzas, pero él apenas lo sentía. Se puso de pie y me levantó con una mano. Me cargó hasta el baño, prendió la luz y se paró frente al espejo. Todo su cuerpo musculoso brillando bajo la luz del baño. Me sentó en su pija y me dijo: —Hace como si fuera tu pija… ¡Dale! Me agarré para no caerme. —Imaginate que te creció una pija enorme de repente… ¡Dale! Imagínate que te podes a coger a todas las minas… que todas se mueren por chuparte la pija… por tocarte los músculos —y mientras decía eso flexionaba ambos brazos— que sos el hombre más musculoso del mundo, más fuerte que un toro y más duro que un tanque. Imagínate que empezás a ganar guita porque todos quieren tocarte los músculos y vos solo creces y creces y tenés una fuerza de la puta madre y estás todo duro y podes garchar por horas y horas y acabar una y otra vez. Ahhh… soy enorme. Mirá el lomo que tengo, putito. Mirá el tamaño de mis músculos. Soy una bestia… ¿sabes lo que hacen las bestias como yo? Cogen… Me bajó de su pija y me dejó en el piso frente a él con su pija apuntando a mi cara. Era el gigante musculoso más grande que había visto en mi puta vida. —Mirá putito… mirá el tamaño de mis músculos… imaginate lo que te haría si te garchara con esta pija… te rompería el culo… no podrías volver a sentarte en tu puta vida… ¿querés probarla? Apuesto a que me querés chupar toda la pija… —Si… —Jajaja, que puto que sos… está bien, esta corre por mi cuenta. Y con una mano en mi cabeza me sostuvo mientras me acercaba la pija. Era enorme, era demasiado grande, imposible que me entrara en la boca. —Abrí grande… jaja, te voy a romper la boca, boludo… soy enorme… Yo respiraba por la nariz intentando no ahogarme… —¿Que pasa, enano? ¿La tengo muy grande? Eso te pasa por querer chuparle la pija a un gigante como yo. ahhhh… Te rompería la boca solo porque sos un puto de mierda… Mirá el tamaño de mis músculos… Esto es un hombre… No esa mierda enana que sos vos… Mirá mis brazos… Mirá lo fuerte que estoy… Esto es un hombre… ¿Me escuchaste, putito? ¡Abrí la boca o te la rompo con mi poronga! Apuesto a que te morís de ganas de tocarme los músculos… No podes pagarlo enano. Estoy demasiado grande, demasiado duro, soy demasiado fuerte. Y ni bien acabó me atraganté y todo se volvió blanco y después negro… A la semana siguiente Fran había renunciado a su trabajo. Cuando yo regresaba de la oficina (lo más rápido que podía) encontraba el tacho de basura lleno de preservativos gigantes y ropa rota de mujer. Fran se había convertido en un prostituto… Con la guita que ganaba empezó a comprarse ropa de marca, perfumes, computadoras, celulares, todas cosas carísimas y para coronarlo se compró una camioneta tan enorme como él. Estaba cobrando tanta plata que me regalaba guita: —Comprate algo, putito. Pero yo solo quería pagarle… Quería tocar su enorme lomo… Ahora que yo apenas le llegaba a la cintura Fran se había convertido en un dios inmenso, fuerte y musculoso… y en mi bolsillo yo apretaba la plata que había sacado del banco. Un día encontré en el piso la hoja con los nuevos precios… Ni siquiera el sueldo de un mes me alcanzaría para tocarlo durante un minuto… Fran se había vuelto un prostituto VIP… Las mujeres que se acostaban con él eran millonarias. Mujeres que solo existían en las revistas y en la televisión. Y Fran se las cogía a todas. Tenía sus clientas regulares que lo amaban, que le tocaban el pecho y se volvían locas con su fuerza, con la enorme pija que tenía. Cuando desayunábamos juntos muchas veces alguna de ella dejaba caer un fajo de billetes sobre la mesa solo para tocarlo mientras él desayunaba. —¿Te gusta mi cuerpo, putita? —le decía él. Una noche llegó con tres mujeres. Con solo verlas se notaba que eran más grandes, quizás tendrían cuarenta años. Todas operadas, con las tetas enormes y llenas de guita, de oro por todos lados. Las llevó a su cuarto y se las empezó a coger… me di cuenta porque empezaron a gritar como locas. Pero de un segundo a otro se quedaron callados y entonces Fran entró en mi cuarto… desnudo. Era como si una montaña de músculos pasara de pronto por la puerta. Tenía todo el cuerpo brillante, cubierto de un aceite que lo hacía verse todavía más grande…. y su pija… gigantesca… parada… dura como un tronco… un mástil frente a mi que estaba acostado en mi cama… —Che, necesito que me hagas un favor… —me dijo desde arriba de sus increíbles músculos… era una bestia toda inflada— Necesito que me filmes cogiéndome a estas viejas… —¿Que? —Son clientas mias y quieren tener un video mío cogiéndomelas… Dijo eso y salió (agachándose para no destrozar la pared). Lo seguí. En su cuarto la ropa estaba tirada por todo el piso y en su cama estaban acostadas las tres mujeres, desnudas, con sus tetas inmensas, sus culos operados y con la cara y el cuerpo cubiertos de semen. —Awww que tierno tu amiguito… —dijo una. —¡Que precioso! ¿Nos vas hacer el favor? ¡Que ternura! —Queremos que lo filmes a él… y ese cuerpo musculoso que tiene cogiéndonos… Sos hermoso, Fran… Un semental… —Filmale el pecho, mirá el pecho enorme que tiene… ¡que macho! —Filmale la pija, mirá esa pija. —¡A mi primero! —gritó una y Fran se la cogió contra la pared, apretándola con sus músculos mientras ella le chupaba el pecho que la aplastaba. —Filmale la espalda, mirá esa espalda llena de músculos… mirá lo fuerte que es… —Mirá esas piernas… Dios mio… es una bestia… Y Fran se las cogió a todas dos veces y yo filmando todo. Cuando terminó se acercó a mi y yo retrocedí hasta quedar pegado contra la pared. Me sacó el celular y se puso a ver el video. Su pija parada todavía goteaba sobre mi cabeza, sus piernas musculosas y enormes me impedían cualquier movimiento. Olía a mucho sexo. Y todo el cuerpo le brillaba. —Bien filmado, putito… estoy enorme —me dijo y con una mano me despeinó me apretó contra sus piernas para luego acostarse en la cama con las tres minas. Los cuatro se pusieron a ver el video mientras ellas lo tocaban y lo besaban y mordían. —¡Gracias, precioso! –dijo una y me tiró un beso. —¡Que buen ojo! ¡Mirá como se ve todo tu cuerpo, Fran! ¡Estas enorme! ¡Mirá estos brazos! Pero una de ellas no decía nada y me miraba. Tenía los ojos grandes y una mirada que entendía las cosas. Se lamió los labios y dijo: —¿Como podemos agradecerte? —mientras le tocaba el pecho a Fran. Pasó su mano sobre esos enormes pectorales y después le agarró la pija todavía dura. —Fran, ¿como podemos pagarle a tu amigo? —¿A él? —me miró y me guiñó un ojo— Creo que ya está contento con verme coger… —¡Aw, en serio? ¿Es de “esos”? —Precioso, ¿así que te gustan los músculos de tu amigo Fran? ¿Viste lo enorme que es? ¡Mirá este pecho! ¡No hay ningún hombre con un pecho tan grande! ¡Que duro! ¡Aw, Fran, sos inmenso! —¿Fran, cuanto te debemos? —Ahi está la lista de precios —dijo él señalando la pared sin dejar de ver el video. La mujer de los ojos grandes se paró y se acercó a la pared. Leyó la lista de precios y después me miró. –Chicas… —dijo y regresó a la cama— ¿Que tal si le hacemos un regalo a nuestro amiguito? —¿Un regalo? —preguntó otra y cuando la primera le susurró al oido sonrió. —¡Un regalo bien grande y musculoso! —Aw, sí, ¿te da ganas, chiquito? ¿Querés saber lo que se siente que te coja el hombre más musculoso del mundo? Mirá el tamaño de esta pija, mirá los hombros que tiene. Mirá este pecho y estos brazos. Es un macho inmenso y coge como los dioses. —Tomá, Fran. Esto es por lo nuestro y esto es por tu amiguito… queremos un servicio completo… así disfruta de todos tus enormes músculos… Fran se puso de pie y se acercó hasta aplastarme con sus piernas. —Parece que es tu día de suerte, putito —dijo mientras se masturbaba la pija llena de semen— Vas a poder disfrutar de todo mi cuerpo… —dijo y me levantó y me sentó en la punta de su pija, pero antes me arrancó la ropa de un tirón. Sentí su pija gigantesca contra mi culo y como se mojaba todo. Su pecho me apretaba contra la pared, intenté empujarlo con mis manos pero era como empujar una pared, una montaña llena de músculos. Fran estaba todo duro y caliente. —¿Que pasa, chiquito? —dijo una de las minas. Ambas se acercaron a Fran y empezaron a tocarle las enormes piernas. —¿No querías esto? ¿No querías tocar los enormes músculos de tu amigo? Mirá lo grande que es. Aprovecha y sácate las ganas de tocarlo. Mirá el pecho que tiene. Mirá estos brazos enormes, mirá lo grandes que son sus músculos. Uh, estás re duro, Fran. Tocale el pecho, dale. —¡Que flacucho de mierda que sos! —me dijo Fran. —¿Que se siente estar sentado en la pija más grande que vas a ver en tu vida? —preguntó una de ellas. —¿Te das cuenta que te va a romper el orto? —preguntó otra. —Intentá defenderte —dijo Fran apretándome contra la pared— Dale, empujá, empujá en serio, dale putito. ¿Que pasa? ¿Estoy muy grande? ¿Soy muy fuerte? —Abrile ese culito que tiene, Fran. —Te voy a mostrar como coge un verdadero hombre. Uh como te va a gustar esto —dijo Fran flexionándo ambos brazos. —Fran, queremos que pongas toda tu fuerza en romperle bien ese culito que tiene. —Ja! —se río Fran— Lo voy a matar solo con abrirsle el culo con mi pija. La tengo demasiado grande para un culo tan chiquito —y después mirándome a mi con una mueca dijo— Dale, enano, tocame todo, sácate las ganas, toca todos mis enormes músculos. Uf, estoy enorme. —Espero que estés preparado, chiquitín —dijo una de ellas—Te va a violar un semental de 200 kilos. Y eso fue lo último que escuché, antes de que Fran me rompiera el culo con su enorme poronga.

Thanks for the sweet words, mate. No spoilers but it's erm...definitely a memorable class this week.

Posing practice gonna be a problem. They sure gonna tryo to not get hard while the other does his thing on the class. Thanks man for the chapter and dont worry take your time. We cant rush greatness.

Bueno bueno bueno... Ahí va! DOS Al día siguiente me desperté tan dolorido que tuve que pasar un rato largo en la cama y en la ducha para que el agua caliente me ayudara. Fran estuvo afuera todo el día. Cuando regresó yo estaba viendo televisión. Puso su enorme mano sobre mi cabeza como si yo fuera un perro y con un movimiento lento y perfecto se sacó la remera para que yo volviera a ver su cuerpo musculoso inflarse y brillar bajo la luz de mi departamento. Ahí me dijo que la gente del consorcio nos había enviado una carta documento. Al parecer había llegado a sus oídos que estábamos usando el departamento para la prostitución y eso faltaba al código de conducta. A Fran todo el asunto le causaba gracia. Fue hasta la cocina, abrió a heladera y cómo siempre empezó a tomar leche directamente del envase. Cuando entré a la cocina la imagen del hilo de leche cayendo por entre sus pectorales peludos me dejó sin nada que decir. Yo no sabía si Fran lo hacía a propósito o si siquiera se daba cuenta. Pero su cuerpo era tan grande que ya no era normal. Cada parte de su cuerpo era simplemente tan inmensa que cualquier cosa que hiciera resultaba simplemente alucinante. Si flexionaba un brazo para levantar algo los músculos se le inflaban tanto que parecía estar dando un espectáculo de fuerza, si tomaba aire su pecho se inflaba al punto que simplemente no parecía casual, así era todo. Y ni que hablar cuando se rascaba la pija enorme debajo del pantalón. Era simplemente una imagen demasiado tremenda para que yo no pudiera quedarme sin palabras. —No pasa nada, enano —me dijo acercándose. Retrocedí para dejarlo pasar y quedé de espaldas contra la pared. Fran se paró a dos centímetros de mi. Sus piernas eran dos columnas peludas e inmensas que me tapaban toda la mirada. Sobre mi cabeza colgaba su pija monstruosa y más arriba de eso sobresalían las montañas peludas de sus pectorales. Encima de todo eso Fran me miraba. —Conseguí un departamento —dijo. —¿Un qué? —Un departamento, enano —dijo como si nada y tomó un poco más de leche que resbaló suave sobre una de sus tetas musculosas y cayó sobre mi cabeza—. Nos mudamos. —Fran… —dije. —Esta vez me encargo yo —dijo—. Vas a ser mi huésped —dijo y se acercó todavía más, ahora sí presionándome con sus piernas inmensas cubiertas de músculos gigantes. Intenté defenderme con mis manos, pero no pude hacer nada más que sentir la fuerza sus muslos presionándome. —No te preocupes —escuche que decía porque yo ya no podía ver nada—. No te voy a cobrar por vivir conmigo. Vos no vas a poder vivir más acá y yo necesito un lugar en el que no me hagan quilombo por trabajar. —Fran… —Necesito coger más —dijo y flexionó las piernas. Pude sentir como se volvían de piedra bajo mis manos—. Estoy haciendo buena guita, pero seguro puedo hacer mucho más. ¿Te imaginás si me vuelvo más musculoso? ¡Ja! ¡Me voy a forrar de dinero! Voy a ser el hombre más musculoso y rico del mundo. —Fran… —¿Te dan ganas, putito? ¿Qué decís? Te venís conmigo y me ves garchar todos lo días sin gastar un peso. Vas a poder ver todos los días el lomo que tengo y como me vuelvo más inmenso. Es mucho más de lo imaginaste en tu puta vida. ¿Qué decís? Querés ver lo grande que me pongo. Imaginate el tamaño de mi pija, voy a ser una bestia. —Fran, no puedo respirar. Apretó un poco más. —No podés respirar de lo grande que estoy, enano. Esta casa de mierda ya se volvió demasiado chica para un chabón tan grande y musculoso como yo. Ni por las puertas paso ya. Entonces quedamos así, te venís conmigo —dijo y me levantó con ambas manos—. Abrazo de compañeros de cuarto —dijo. Y apretó mi cara contra sus imposibles pectorales mientras se reía. —La vamos a pasar en grande —dijo—. Bien grande como mis músculos. Después me dejó y se fue a bañar. Yo había acabado tres veces en un menos de cinco minutos. El departamento que Fran había alquilado quedaba en el barrio más caro de la ciudad. Yo no entendía como hacía para pagar semejante cantidad de guita, era simplemente demasiado caro. Tardé unos días en entender qué estaba sucediendo. El departamento era un loft de más de cien metros cuadrados y dos pisos. Solo tenía un cuarto por lo que nuestras camas (la suya King size y la mía más pequeña) quedaron en el mismo espacio. Yo simplemente no entendía nada. —¿Te molesta compartir cuarto conmigo, enano? —dijo cuando apoyó la cama que había cargado con un solo brazo durante los cinco pisos. Se sacó la remera y se secó la transpiración de su pecho y sus abdominales. Flexionó ambos brazos para mostrarme el tamaño de sus músculos y dijo: —Imaginate verme en bolas todos los días. Yo simplemente no podía entender que estaba pasando. Esa misma noche un viejo golpeó la puerta. El tipo debía tener cincuenta años. Había traído un vino carísimo y un kilo de helado. Cuando yo abrí la puerta quedó desconcertado. —¡Antonio! —lo llamó Fran. Se había terminado de bañar y estaba en medio del loft, con una toalla alrededor de la cintura y todo su increíble torso al aire, mojado y brillando. Cada movimiento de su cuerpo resaltaba su pecho, sus hombros como piedras y sus brazos abultados. Antonio me dio la botella de vino y el kilo de helado y con la boca abierta caminó como un tarado a los brazos de Fran. Él lo levantó como si fuera un bebé y lo cargó hasta el cuarto mientras Antonio acariciaba esos dos pectorales inmensos como si fueran un tesoro (y lo eran). —Dios mio, Fran, que pecho que tenés. Sos enorme! —Esta noche mis músculos son todos tuyos. Yo no podía creer lo que pasó después. Antonio adoró el cuerpo inmenso de Fran mientras él se cagaba de risa. —Dios mio, Fran! Sos el hombre mas musculoso que vi en mi vida. Dejame besar tu pecho, tus hombros, tus brazos. ¡Que fuerte que estás! ¡Que macho que sos! Tocó y besó todos sus músculos hasta que Fran se cansó y se levantó. Dejó caer la toalla y su pija gigante se elevó como un mástil. —Fran... sos demasiado grande... No... por favor no... Me vas a matar... —Tranquilo, putito —le dijo Fran mientras lo alzaba y lo sentaba sobre su pija—. Afloja que te va a gustar. Y lo violó varias veces. Su pija era demasiado grande. Era simplemente irreal. —¿Qué pasa, Antonio? —le decía Fran mientras lo violaba— ¿La tengo demasiado grande? ¿Soy demasiado hombre para vos? Yo me senté en mi cama, frente a la suya y me tomé el vino y me bajé todo el helado mirando a Fran penetrando a Antonio, haciendo que se tragara toda su leche y apretándolo contra su pecho para que sintiera la fuerza y el tamaño de sus músculos. El espectáculo fue impresionante. Fran se reía a carcajadas y me miraba cada tanto para ver mi expresión. —¿Disfrutando el show, putito? ¡Mirá el lomo que tengo! —decía y apretaba a Antonio contra sus pectorales hasta que el viejo se empezaba a ahogar. Después volvió a cogérselo para que yo viera su pija gigantesca y parada abriendo un agujero enorme en el culo de Antonio. Ahí descubrí que esa noche sola había servido para pagar por el alquiler por dos años. Así de caros se habían vuelto el inmenso cuerpo musculoso de Fran.

Yes, actually! Part 48 is up! Forgot to post here for 47, sorry! Feel free to give me feedback or constructive criticism, too! The parts are already written but I like to know what people respond to and what they think could be better.

Apologies, guys! The next chapter needs some work and I haven't had much time to look at it this week so please just bear with me!

Bulletproof “You know you could wind up pretty much bulletproof?” Geoff asked me. We were about three weeks into the process of slapdash gene-editing at that point. Alchemy, with Geoff as the wizard and me as, I don’t know, a toad perhaps. Before we began, the anticipation — the idea of me emerging from it with the kind of strength that had fueled my fantasies all through childhood — just imagining that gave me the wildest pleasure I had ever known. Geoff’s work was kind of sub rosa, and I was surprised I had actually managed to connect with him and that he was willing to take me as a subject. Willing? Hell, he was happy like a clam, and I was happier than that. True, I had lost all interest in sex with partners, because for me nothing could compete with the sexual rush I got imagining how strong I was getting. Bending steel bars? Punching through walls? Hand me that mirror and close the door on your way out. Of course, that initial euphoria was tempered after the first couple of weeks. It struck me like getting married: Mundane questions come up, possible complications arise. Bulletproof? “I don’t want to develop some hide, like a rhino,” I said. “Is that what’s going to happen?” “Not sure. You know it’s too late to do anything about how that kind of adaptation might play out, right?” He said this kind of thing repeatedly, any time I expressed concern. Too late to do anything, the die is cast, we won’t know until the process is complete, et cetera. “Anyway, it’s not about your skin. It’s about the tissues underneath.” He had done some experiments not in the human genetics lab where he worked, but in an art studio, using ballistic clay, which contains lead, iron and acrylic clay. It can stop bullets, or majorly bog them down. Geoff does a surprising amount of work at the art studio attached to the MFA program in the fine arts building at a major university — I’m not supposed to say where, but you may have read about one of the MFA students who hired him to clone some frogs to create a kind of froggy chorus line, with electrodes attached to their legs. It didn’t work out as planned, and she got picketed besides. “Will my skin turn grey? I don't want to have grey skin, like an elephant.” Is it Ogden Nash I was thinking of? I shoot the hippopotamus / with bullets made of platinum / because if I use leaden ones / his hide is sure to flatten ‘em… Truth be told, I would have liked to stop the process right there. I had grown taller and broader and was totally ripped. I was feeling like a dynamo and eating for two or three linebackers. Yes, my skin had begun to change, but not in a bad way, and my body hair was falling out, with just itchy stubble left. That was going away, too, and I was also losing the hair on my head, so I might wind up totally bald. Not a bad look, but I’d need to get cooler glasses, or maybe contacts. I could usually recapture my initial euphoria just by slipping my hand under my shirt and feeling my chest. The emphatic division between my pecs. For all my working out, it was never like that before. And rock-hard, as they say. Even the stubble was kind of a turn-on. Geoff wanted me to find inconspicuous ways of using my strength to get used to it, and I had a new trick. “Hey, Geoff, regardez,” I said, and fell forward with my body board-straight, stopping myself with my hands so that I was in push-up position. Then, keeping my body straight, I reversed the motion using only my wrists and hands, back into standing position. “Cool,” he said. “Like showing the movie backwards.” I don’t know what other gene-splicing projects Geoff worked on before I found him, but apparently they can get pretty bizarre, because it was the very ordinariness of what I wanted that attracted him. These people go around in secret, or so it is said. There are street rumors about people wanting to plug themselves in to store electricity like electric eels, or deflect laser energy from satellites in the Strategic Defense Initiative that probably don’t exist anyway. The most popular story is basically about “beam me up, Scotty,” people who wanted to teleport or walk through walls or under closed doors. “Just strength?” he kept asking me. “Nothing else?” I told him that having a fabulous, muscular build would be great, but that strength was the primary criterion for success. He indicated that this would be much easier than some of his projects had been. But when he actually started working, the amount of research seemed huge. For me it was mostly a matter of waiting; for him it was drudgery, doing genetic sequencing not just of human DNA, but of animals you’d think had nothing to do with it — gorillas, rhinos. Mountain goats? Yes, mountain goats were crucial. When matters of judgment came up, he would not consult me, even though it was my body. One day he snapped at me, saying “The heart and the diaphragm are muscles too, you know,” as if I had denied it. Then out of the blue he said “You're looking pretty fantastic, you know.” Not his kind of comment. “Let’s get your shirt off and have a look.” He looked my torso up and down, and then said “give me one of these,” indicated a bicep flex. I obliged. “Holy shit,” he said. “You're like a fucking comic book. I did that. Me and my little viruses. I wonder how strong you’ll wind up being. How strong are you now?” “Don't know.” Geoff started knocking on me like a used car. “We should have thought about measuring your development. That was an oversight.” “I went to my old gym yesterday to get an idea,” I said. “It didn't go too well.” “What happened?” “What happened was the guy at the desk didn't recognize me, which was fine, and he gave me a tour, also fine, but when I thought I’d play around with him, he — well, there was a racked bar that had about three hundred pounds on it, and I hefted it with one hand, and he was nothing but annoyed. ‘I don't know if that’s some kind of illusion or if you’re some kind of freak’ is what he said. Not how I imagined that would go.” “How was lifting three hundred pounds with one hand?” “Pretty easy, actually. In the weight room I picked up a twenty-pound plate and just broke it. Like a cookie. Also not what I expected, somehow. The guy just asked me to leave.” “And I am having pretty much the opposite reaction,” he said. “The idea that you are actually real is seeming pretty incredible to me just now. I wish I had a twenty-pound plate for you to break. What is there for you to break around here?” “Everything. Everything is looking fragile to me lately,” I said. "You look fucking indestructible," he said. “You could punch me if you like. Nothing hurts very much anymore, at least nothing I’ve encountered yet.” Geoff ran at me and punched me in the gut, or I should say, in my abs, which were looking pretty great. He was wincing but he had a goony grin on his face. And me, I wish I could describe the feeling — it not only didn’t hurt, but the fact that it didn't hurt made it fun. I loved seeing the effort in Geoff’s face, the fact that he hurt his hand. “You're incredible,” he said. “It’s like you're made of…I don’t know what. That didn't hurt?” “It felt kind of good, actually.” Under the terms of our agreement I had three more weeks to spend at Geoff’s apartment. Gene-hackers, as they've come to be known, are doing better than you might think, judging from Geoff’s digs — very luxurious. I imagined the conditions would be Spartan, but then, do the math: I agreed to pay thirty thousand plus expenses, and he can do a fair number of these a year, and I've noticed that he also does consulting work and has his lab job. But it’s all very secret. There are serious legal risks, and they’re mostly on his side. After the gym, I had kept an appointment with the lawyer who handled my father's will. I asked him questions I said were hypothetical about gene-hackers. I wasn’t fooling him, and I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. “The laws on cloning and genetic modification are aimed at the practitioners, not the subjects of experimentation or the modified organisms,” he droned. “Then the subject in an experiment would be in the clear?” “Not necessarily,” he said. “Let’s say a subject approached a practitioner of genetic modification and paid him or her to convert him into a genetic superman.” He didn't have to put it that way; he knew it and I knew it. “The subject then facilitates the crime by making himself available. And if he pays for it, even more so.” Gene hackers, according to this guy, will soon be as dangerous and as costly to society as computer hackers. I was confident there was no legal exposure for Geoff or me. Our deal was based on a handshake. The artist with the frogs was hassled and her show was shut down, but the case had been settled in her favor as a free speech issue: artistic expression. And after three weeks of his dour moods, Geoff's sudden appreciation was just what I needed. He was looking at the shirtless me like a new and astonishing specimen. “You don’t just look like an athlete or a bodybuilder,” he said. “You look more special than that.” “Special,” I said, “is that some technical scientific term?” “Like you’re going to explode,” he said. “Like you're exploding with latent power. I can’t explain it.” “Hit me again,” I said, this time with both arms raised and biceps flexed. He ran at me and then just kind of pounded my chest, then started to climb onto me. I grabbed him by the belt and just tossed him in the air, catching him like a baby. “I’ve already got so much power I don't know what to do with it. How much more before it levels off?” “I know, right? What a problem. We’re going to have to think of some strength adventures for you.” “You have any debts you need collected? Someone you want to intimidate?” “You’re joking,” he said, “but I do.” “Really? I’m your guy. Figure it out and let me know. Nothing illegal, please.” “No time like the present, right? Come on, let’s go right now. Just follow my lead and don’t kill the guy. I don’t think you’ll have to touch him.” And so Geoff and I were off on my first muscle adventure, to a lab where we had to show our IDs and get buzzed in and follow a maze of corridors. Geoff stuck his head in a door and called out “Hey, Dr. H.” He sounded friendly rather than pissed. A bush-haired guy emerged, fifty-ish, wire-rims. “Ah, look what the cat dragged in,” he said. “And I see you brought a mouse with you.” We entered a lab with such powerful ventilation that you had to speak up. “Yes,” Geoff said. “A lab mouse, an experimental mouse. You should have a look at him. Take your shirt off, mouse.” I could feel the airflow, and it felt great. But after a minute, I slipped my shirt back on. “Jesus fucking Christ,” said Dr. H. “That’s amazing. How long did that take you?” “Couple of months is all,” said Geoff. The guy turned to me. “And this was your idea? You’re a paying customer?” “No,” said Geoff, “he had nothing to do with it. I figured now that I’m getting entrepreneurial, it might be handy to have an enforcer. Considering how crazy some of my clients are. Present company included. You know, better safe than…isn’t that right, Bruno? You know, Dr. H. is a client of ours. Research staff. Day job.” “Got it, boss,” I said. “Bruno’s not his real name,” Geoff told Dr. H. “That’s what I call him. His professional name, you might say.” Dr. H came over to me. “Shame,” he said. “That name suits you.” “That’s why I picked it. I was thinking that I wanted to change up our working relationship a little bit, stay a little lower profile. I don’t want my name on any future articles. But I’d like to keep my staff position plus an equity stake. I was thinking seven percent. And Bruno agrees. He wants to make sure I get what I deserve.” “Do you, Bruno?” asked Dr. H. He was looking at me the whole time Geoff was speaking. “You agree? Geoff, I think I need a better look at this lab mouse. He may need to be medically monitored as time goes on. Would you mind, Bruno,” he said, gesturing at his own shirt. “Not at all,” I said. I saw where this was going. I whipped my shirt off again. And this time, I handed it to Dr. H. “Unbe-fucking-lievable,” said Dr. H. Is he as strong as he looks?” “Stronger,” said Geoff. “Stronger than you can imagine. One of my best. He’s still developing, but already — ” “Bruno,” Dr. H. interrupted, “I have a thought…I’ve been trying to get that specimen freezer moved for weeks. Could you oblige?” He indicated a stainless steel console that looked smaller than a kitchen refrigerator. “It’s heavier than it looks. Extremely cold temp, you know, thirty below, special compressor, dedicated power supply…could I impose? It would be so helpful. We've cleared it out but we can't turn it off.” I smiled and nodded, but when I started to put my shirt back on, he said “I think you might find it easier if you leave that off.” Okay, so that was how it was. For me, the freezer itself was like nothing. If it hadn’t been an awkward shape, I’d have done it with one arm. Geoff went with me down the hall and we repositioned the fridge in another lab. Dr. H. stayed where he was, and Geoff gave him a couple of minutes alone before we returned. “You seem to have made quite an impression on Dr. H,” Geoff told me. “I didn’t realize he was of that particular persuasion, whatever it is. Sorry about that.” “You mean, turned on by my muscles?” “Yeah. He’s married, actually. To a woman.” “Well, whatever. You weren’t that interested muscles either, until you got a look at me lately.” “Yeah, well, shut my mouth,” said Geoff, and we walked back to Dr. H.’s lab. “So. Gents.” He asked. “How did it go?” “Cake,” I said, and gave him a bicep flex. Right arm. Seeing this, he came over to me and caressed it, unabashed. He was all over it. He actually put his chin on it, then his lips. I was a little embarrassed, but not much. “Christ,” he said. That’s not a bicep, it’s a cannonball.” He paused in a way that seemed wistful. “You know, if you were so inclined…” “Thanks,” I said, “but it wouldn’t work. The price of strength. I would pulverize you in the first five seconds.” Then he looked at Geoff. “Be that as it may,” he said, “I can understand your wanting to keep a lower profile, and we can keep your name out of the journals if you like, though if you have a staff position with the company…anyway, an equity position is certainly not inappropriate, I’ve been thinking we should work that out. We don’t want to lose you while the firm is still aborning. And I am so pleased to welcome Bruno into the fold. Bruno, I’m sure we’ll find a way to win each other’s mutual loyalty. Shall we say three and a half percent for each of you?” I was horrified — I wanted no part of whatever this was — but Geoff gave me the high sign, and later explained that we could work out a separate agreement between ourselves. And so it was that the entire cost of his work with me, the research, the surreptitious use of the CRISPR, the viral engineering, the special diet, the three days of induced coma for an invented emergency, the seclusion under controlled conditions, the thirty grand in fees plus untold expenses, all of it wound up costing me nothing; Geoff basically gave me a full refund for services rendered, and I have this body to show for it. Of course, Geoff stands to become a millionaire if all goes well with Dr. H.'s startup. But as for my plans, so far they’ve gone better than I could have imagined. We’ll just have to see where it leads.

Hi, this will be my first story posted on here, this is my story called 'A Thing Called Curiosity' which i had originally posted on metabods.com a couple of years ago It involves forced muscle growth and absorption, the story also contains a few images in order to help with the visualisation, please tell me if the images add or take away from the story. I hope you guys like it and any feedback would be appreciated! - A Thing Called Curiosity - It was a late Autumn day, and it was a particularly cool day, about 27 degrees Celsius, and quite dry wind a lot of wind so it felt like 24 degrees, Cameron liked going out on jogs in the morning, and it was a perfect day for it with this nice cool weather, so he put on a hoodie and just compression shorts and headed out, since it was still 4am he guessed there wouldn’t be many people on the street so he could wear whatever he wanted, especially on a holiday and in the weekend, everyone would be sleeping in anyways. Cameron was a 19 year old young man from a town called Citadel in the Kingdom of Two Suns, it was a very small country, only about 150.000 inhabitants, and it was a generally hot and a very humid place since it was an island surrounded by water, but during the Autumn and Winter seasons it would rain a great amount and it would make the island a generally quite cool place. Cameron was still in High School, he was an average boy in every sense, average grades, average at sports, had normal friends, but he was quite a handsome lad, he was mixed race from having both side of the mother and father coming from already mixed lineages, which gave him a very unique look, he looked Iranian but with golden tanned skin, jet black semi-wavy hair, great eyebrows and grey coloured eyes, he had those naturally pink full lips. He had no facial hair whatsoever, but he did have medium/long hair with a slight wave, it was jet black but with a few patches that grew brown naturally and he kept it in a simple pompadour hairstyle, he also had a generally hairy body, but it looked good, he had long thin soft jet black hairs on his arms and between his pecs, the rest of his pecs were hairless naturally, he also has a treasure trail that started just above belly button and went down to his crotch, and his legs were covered with long semi-wavy long black hair that was thicker on the lower legs and thinned out as it went up to the crotch area. His body was athletic, nothing too special but he certainly didn’t need it, he was tone and was 175cm tall (5’7”) and weighed a decent 68,9kg (152lbs) so he was quite the eye candy but he was humble so he never became the arrogant type of dreamboat in High School although it didn’t stop girls (and a few guys) from wanting him. One thing he was always fascinated by were the physique of world class body builders though, he wanted to be one, or meet one and be able to touch those incredible muscles but he didn’t know why, he didn’t have a particular desire to be one except he just felt like he needed to, but with school, family, job and etc. he didn’t have the luxury to invest time in body building, besides he was content with body as it was, or so he told himself, with the images of body builder physiques always in the back of his mind at all times. Back on the jog, it was 4:59am, you could barely start seeing the sky on the horizon turning orange/red as the sunrise was approaching, he had been jogging for almost an hour, when he decided it was time to start heading back, he quite sweaty and his hoodie and compression shorts were soaked, so he decided to take off the hoodie to try and dry off a bit. He decided to take a short cut through the wilderness, he was by the beach and going up back through the jogging path would take too long, so he just cut through the wood to get home faster. As he was walking through the plants after about 20 minutes the sun was almost out and the light made everything much clearer when he noticed a tiled rooftop over the plants to his right, he was a curious boy who liked exploring so he couldn’t resist and decided to go check out the old building. As he approached the little house he could clearly see it was 17th century house, Citadel had many old colonial buildings and some smaller ruins were still in the wild lost and forgotten to time, but this one seemed in decent shape but the doorway was bricked up. “Strange,” he thought, “if it’s bricked up, then someone used it not too long ago.” That only sparked his curiosity even more, so he looked for a way in, the windows were also sealed shut except for one where it seemed to have given away, so jumped on the ledge and then stepped inside the little house. It was dusty and smelled like it had been closed off for a while but with the little light that entered through the window he could see a bit of furniture, and a bookcase filled with books, he saw a kitchen but not pans and dishes but beakers, so he thought, “Maybe a doctor lived here.” It certainly looked old, at least 30 years, so he grabbed one of the books from the bookshelf, and read, it was about genes, hormones, tissue transplants and drugs. “Hmm, it seems more like a biochemist then a medical doctor,” he thought to himself when he heard some creaking and the rotted old bookcase he took the book from sank into the floor on the right side, it surprised him since the floor seemed like it was made from concrete covered with tiles, but he noticed that only under the bookcase it was a wooden plank floor “so there’s something more under the house?” again curiosity got the best of Cameron and pulled the bookshelf out the hole and moved it to one side. “If i take out 3 more planks I should be able to fit through there,” he thought to himself as he shined a light from his phone down the hole. After taking out the needed planks before he jumped in the whole he heard some voices, it were people and they were near, he didn’t want someone to find him and ruin his fun since he doubted he should be in the, so he jumped in the hole where a staircase awaited him to his surprise, he shined with phone and the staircase seemed to go down a few more steps, he couldn’t see far since the phone’s screen isn’t as bright as a flashlight would be, then he turned back and peaked out the hole and he heard the voices of the other morning joggers and decided to just drag the small cabinet against the wall over the hole, the cabinet was bigger and hid the entire hole so if someone also got curious of the house they wouldn’t find this secret passageway. He then turned his attention to where he was, it seemed the little house had a basement, so he walked down the stairs, it was about 16 steps which lead him to steal door. “This door doesn’t look 30 years old, it’s dusty but must be 15 years old at best,” he said out loud as he examined the door with his phone. “The plot thickens,” he said as he found the 2 latches that held the door closed, he pulled one back and then the other, and he opened the door so a very dark room, the room felt hot, about 29 degrees but very humid so it felt like 31 degrees or a summer day. “Good thing I took off my hoodie,” he said. He couldn’t see anything and he guessed the room was quite expansive since he couldn’t shine at anything with lights except an industrial looking steel pathway that lead forwards, so he touched around the sides of the door looking for a switch but couldn’t find one, so he decided to walk forward on the pathway, albeit carefully, which after a few steps he found a stand with switches on it from what he could make out and he could barely see something a little more ahead, so he went for and said, “What the hell, hope this is it,” and flicked 1 switch then the second one, and third, and fourth and fifth switches up, he heard the flicker of an old light then one grid of lights from behind him turned on then another over his head and so on towards the front, and he saw what he had discovered. “this is incredible!” he yelled out with a grin on his face. The lights showed the pathway that lead to a central octagonal shaped part which looked like a research or control station for something, and there was a bundle of pipes that lead to it and then a huge amount of different wires and pipes then lead out of it so another part further in front which he could somewhat see but it was still in the only dark part of the room. He walked over to the control station where there was a ring of monitors that turned on in the inner circumference of the octagon, and in the middle and tower where all the pipes and wires lead in and the back out. The screens slowly booted up one by one. He looked at the largest monitor and saw different buttons and controls. “I guess this one controls other things,” and he looked at one that read ‘illuminate tanks’ he couldn’t guess what that could mean so he pressed it because the only places still needing illumination was the dark unclear part further back from the octagon. What he saw made his jaw drop, it was an area a staircase down from the octagonal platform where he was standing, and there is where he saw 5 large glass vessels filled with a transparent liquid, they were each illuminated by individual internal lights and a central large overhead lighting system over the central floor area with the glass vessels in a circular array around it. But the truly shocking thing he saw was the contents of the glass vessels, it was 5 enormous men, it was 5 men with the physiques he always admired and craved, it was 5 body builders with incredible muscle size, one in each tank. Cameron was awestruck and walked down the steel stairs that lead to the tank area, he managed to get his head to come back to earth as he started to analyse the area where the tanks were situated. There were large wire bundles and various tubes that lead from the control platform over to the tank are which split overhead and came down over each of tanks. “I guess they feed power and that liquid to the tanks and I guess transport information to, and from the tanks to the computers up there,” he said speaking out loud. But there were other wires and tubes that lead other places, like from each of the tanks a tube went overhead and converged into a single pipeline which lead overhead to the middle of the area and then had a different tube that came down and it had an oddly shaped nozzle. There were also tubes that come from under the floor and up to 2 stands, one had 1 tube and the other held 2 tubes about 3meters (10ft) apart from each other and in between them on the floor there was a part of the floor made from metal and was an odd shape, kind of like the silhouette of a dolphin seen from above or the reclining dentist chairs but this was just flat so just the contour. And there were 3 little openings on the metal plate on the floor, one at the top, and two, one on each side about halfway down. His attention shifted to the men in the tanks so he approached the first one to the right, he read what a plate on the glass read “Subject number 5  –  NEN code: 300977  –  Height: 179cm (5’10”  –  Weight: 106,2kg (234lbs)  –  BF percentage: 11%  –  Age: 31” “Wow that is enormous, and so heavy.” Cameron found it even more appealing when a body builder wasn’t just big but also quite heavy for their size. He further examined the man in the tank, he was naked and suspended in the liquid in a limp posture like he was just floating under water, and he had two tubes probing his body, a thin one went inside his mouth which he guess provided life support, a very large one just laid on the bottom of the tank, and there was one that came down his back and went into his anus, the tube was transparent and rather thick, the diameter must have been about 4cm (1.5inches) or 14cm circumference (5inches), Cameron didn’t know why but looking at the huge pipe enter the body builder anus made him feel warmer and his heart started racing, and he also got quite the hard on and since he was wear compression shorts, the hard on was quite evident, Cameron never really felt any attraction to other men, but then again not much towards a woman either, the only that made his heart race was thinking about muscled physiques, he confused as to what he was feeling and how to interpret it but one he was sure about is that he liked it. Still with a hard on Cameron looked around him to see that all the men also had the same tubes probing them in them in the same places and the one at the bottom of the tanks, and all of them had information plates describing their weight, age, size etc. He really wanted to know what this place was so turned around and went back up the stairs to the control platform. He researched and looked, he went to books, papers and file after file on the monitors, he saw formulas, designs for machines, plans, schematics, theories and read document after document. He figured out that this place was built by a doctor L. J. Andrews privately and he was obsessed with ever larger muscular physiques, and he was designing a machine that could take muscles from one person and give it to another person, namely himself, and he went through a lot of research and development to design the method to achieve his goal, but ultimately although he finished successfully his research a couple of years ago he had to abandon it, even though the machine and formulas were done and correct, and he had “acquired” the donators for the muscle (acquired here meaning he kidnapped the 5 body builders) there was a major downside to the experiment, no matter how much he crunched the data and recalculated, there was only a 0.7% chance a subject could survive the muscle impregnation “there is less then 1% chance of survival?” Cameron muttered, a chill running down his spine. “There is more than 99% chance of dying if someone used this machine, no wonder the doctor abandoned it, I guess I should leave this buried away as I found it.” With that Cameron decided to leave that place. As he put the books and papers back into their places and closed the files on the various monitors, as he was closing the last file on the monitor next to the staircase that lead to down to the tanks, he accidently opened a control panel as he looked down at the tanks and pondered what it would be like to have a physique like that. Then as he was turning around he slipped on a patch of grease on the floor that he didn’t notice before, lunged his had forward to grab anything to keep him from falling down the stair, and he grabbed the screen he was working on but his hand slipped off of it and he tumbled down the stairs and rolled onto the floor below, he was dazed and disoriented from the bumps his head took and he didn’t notice he was laid out over the metal plate on the floor, as he was recollecting his thoughts and trying to figure out what happen he heard an audible *beep* and he felt a cold band stretch over his forehead and adjust tightly, he didn’t understand what was happening, suddenly two other cold bands also stretched over both his wrists and tightening down holding his arms in place just as the forehead band held his head down. As this was happening he finally came back to his senses, and then it hit him “fuck!! I must have pressed something when I grabbed the monitor!!”. He realised he might have turned on the machine with a less then 1% survival rate, and now he was stuck in it with no way to escaped! As he came to this morbid conclusion he felt something else happening which he directed his attention to. The plate on the floor he was strapped to started rising from the ground, it stopped at about 1m (about 3ft) above the floor, then one of the two tubes in the direction his feet were, started moving, it was the slender tube and it had a needle attachment, Cameron was scared but there was nothing he could do, he struggled and struggle and fought with the bands restraining him as the needle got closer to his body, but they wouldn’t come loose, so he had no choice but to resign himself to the situation and hope that he somehow makes it out alive as he laid on the cold examination table-like thing he was strapped to. The tube and needle reached up to about halfway to the side of his right thigh and pricked him and inject a small amount of a liquid with a blue hue to it and then receded back to its original position, the prick didn’t hurt too much and he was feeling drowsy or drugged Cameron wondered “well what is it going to do?” just as he finished that sentenced he felt the bands on wrists and head loosen up, and then they receded as well into the table. “Maybe the process takes place in stages, maybe I’ll be okay if I leave right now,” but after saying that and trying to get off the table he found himself unable to move his limbs. “What the fuck is going on here? Move. Move!” he yelled at his body but it didn’t he could only move his neck freely, his extremities seem to have been numbed by the injection, they felt normal in every way except they felt incredibly weak, like when your muscles are fatigued after you have worked them out extensively and you can’t even lift them up afterwards, that’s how they felt, and so he started worrying again and he remembered. “I forsake myself to it, guess I was just too happy that it stopped but I guess it’s not done yet with me yet,” he laid there for about a minute before something else happened. The second tube that was next to the one with the needle started moving, it was a much bigger tube, it was a dark grey colour, and it was as thick as the ones in the tanks that went in the anus of the body builders, and it had a strange attachment, and as it got closer he could make out what that attachment was, it was in the shape of a penis head, and the rest of the tube was ribbed with lines and bumps, making the whole length of the tube resemble the shaft of a penis, as it got closer to his body Cameron felt the table shifting, it moved his legs up from under the calves, into a position that resemble the position of sitting on a chair but on his back, and he realised the tube really was meant for his anus, he was scared just like before for the needle but a little voice in the back of his mind told him he wanted to try and know what it felt like, and his penis became erect in a second as he remembered what he felt when he saw it inside the bodybuilder, he was afraid but he wanted to feel it, the desire to experience it grew and grew, and before he knew he felt the cold tube shaped like a penis touch the outside of his anus, it was cold and sent shivers down his body. When the tube reached the outside of the anus it secreted a little bit of liquid that felt like gel so Cameron assumed it was lubrication, and then it really started, the machine started apply more pressure to open up the sphincter muscle, and it did, it finally reached the point where the anus couldn’t stay closed and the head popped right in and Cameron felt like something he never knew he could feel, it hurt a lot as it worked its way inside but it felt so good at the same time, it pried open his hole because of how wide the tube was but Cameron was enjoying and for a moment even thought, “Maybe this isn’t so bad,” a thought that quickly vanished as he felt the tube go deeper and deeper, it only hurt at the anus but he certainly felt it in his insides as it straightened the curves in his colon onto it until he was shocked to see it start to show as it protruded through his abs, and it protruded more and more till it finally stopped, it was pushing out onto his skin a full inch if not a little bit more, it didn’t hurt or feel like it hurt him in any ways but it was very incredible, Cameron sighed a sigh of relief since he thought the worst was over, but how wrong he was. A few minutes went by and nothing happened, but then out of nowhere he heard a machine start to make sound, it sounded like a pump to be exact, and he felt a little vibration inside from the tube he had in his abdomen, he knew something else was going to happen. And that’s when it really started. He saw body builder number 2 to his left side twitch slightly, and then the calf of the man suddenly shrunk down to just skin and bones! He gasped, it was unbelievable, the man’s huge left calf muscle, which looked to be at least 54cm (21inches) suddenly deflated, but then he noticed the tube that went into the man’s anus engorge at the anus, it was carrying a lump and transported it up until he couldn’t see it anymore, after a few seconds suddenly a lump appeared at the base of the tube that went inside Cameron “what is that?….” he thought to himself and the lump moved up the tube and it went inside him and he saw it then come the head that he could clearly see through his abdomen and the lump moved down his left leg and where his calf was and then suddenly engorged to four times the size of the lump in an very painful wave which made him cringe but he noticed suddenly he had developed calves that were about 41cm big (6 inches) and that’s when it hit him, the lump was the man’s calf and it transported it to his own body, albeit some of the size is lost in the process, then he noticed 4 other lumps consecutively show up moving up the tube and into his ass, which aroused him more as each one penetrated him, then he saw them come out the head of the tube into his abdomen and he watched as they started moving towards his left leg again under his skin, when he raised his head and looked at the legs of the other body builders he noticed they had all lost all the muscle mass in their left lower legs, and when he turned his view back to his left leg it was just as the 4 lumps merged and with a wave of pain started fusing and becoming his own muscle, the pain was like that of having a bone broken but localised to where the muscle was being absorbed only while at the same time feeling like having multiple orgasms one after another. It made Cameron grind his teeth and arch back with a tear flowing out of his eye, and his cock so hard and going wild ripped right through his compression shorts to full mast! And as the wave of pain and arousal subsided after about 6 seconds (the longest of his entire life) he was left breathing heavily and sweating profusely, then he looked down to be amazed at what happened, there was his left lower leg, with a 76cm (30inch) mass of muscle, he was amazed, awestruck by the sheer size, the striated muscle fibres visible through the skin, and the large bulging pumped up veins that covered it, it made his cock rage like a wild animal. It was beautiful. But as he was preoccupied admiring the beauty that had become part of his body the machine seemed to pick up the pace and started working faster. The sound of the machine working faster finally got Cam’s attention, as he looked up at the men he saw body builder 1 through 4 had deflated left upper legs, and as he reached body builder 5 he saw his left upper leg suddenly deflate too, all his thigh muscles just disappeared and he noticed the lump again exit his body through the tube, then he saw it start happening to the man’s right lower leg, then upper leg, and as he turned around it had happened to the other men as well, he knew what was coming next and he feared it yet desperately wanted to go through with it, the voice in his head that told him he wanted it had grown louder and louder and was overpowering the fear. Then the lumps started appearing, 4 of them in a file came up the tube and flowed into his asshole, arousing him and making his cock jerk, he saw them then protrude through his abdomen and start making their way to his left upper leg where they merged and again a surge of pain and pleasure flooded his system driving him wild as the muscle expanded and became part of his body, but Cam’s desire for the muscle was making him bare the pain so he could watch the wonderful thing that was happening to his body, his fear almost entirely subdued by the erotic desire to have those muscles. Cameron’s eyes were marvelled at what he saw, the muscle expanded and became his now 109cm (43 inch) left thigh, the sight made him reach orgasm and he cummed all over himself with more cum the he had ever seen before, then even though still partially lost in the pleasure more lumps appeared and started making their way to his right lower legs, then more lumps and at a faster rate started appearing, going to his upper legs, lower legs, left glute, right glute, each of his 8 individual abs, Apollo’s belt, left then his right pec, forearms, biceps, triceps, lats, delts, traps, each time making the muscle, or arms or legs contract with the expanding muscles. Every single individual muscle group, one after another, he saw as the muscles disappeared off of the bodies of the once body builders around him and come into his body and start being absorbed by him, every surge of unbelievable pain, every wave of erotic pleasure, he came again, and again, and again as the pleasure was unbearable as he saw his body parts engorge with monstrous mass, the muscle inflating like balloons, the muscle fibres showing through the paper-thin stretched skin, the veins growing, engorging and spreading all over his muscles, thickening with blood and testosterone from those 5 men, it was a sight to behold. When Cameron finally managed to came back to his senses after the thrill ride of pleasure he took, he was, needless to say, overjoyed by his body, muscles with size beyond what any mister Olympia could ever dream of achieving, veins as thick as ropes spread all over his muscles protruding and pulsating with blood, feeding them, all glistening from all the cum he shot over himself which only made his body more attractive, and the compression shorts you ask? Nowhere to be seen, they had exploded off of his engorging muscled body with only a few tatters stuck under his enormous glutes. Cameron was more than amazed and he was especially enjoying the huge veins that appear all over his muscles, he was covered in them, and they were massive and pulsated with testosterone, and the clearly visible muscle fibres that were clear as day to the eye, he loved it with all his might, but the ride wasn’t over just yet….. While Cam appreciated his new given body he noticed something weird start happening, the five tanks holding the now anorexic looking men that were once beautiful examples of muscle at its best. The five men started dissolving into the liquid and the liquid changed from transparent to a really thick-looking white almost gel-like substance. Then he heard an automated sounding voice from the computer say ‘DNA impregnation complete, beginning stage 2’ “WHAT? I’ve only gone through stage one yet, after all of this?!” he exclaimed, when he saw two much larger bulges move up the pipe that went inside of him, they were coming together in a pair, one next to each other and he felt them stop right at his anus, he then turned his attention up above his head where he heard rattling and as he turned his eyes upwards he saw the pipe dangling from above with the weird attachment, which was just like the cock head attachment the one inside him has, start moving down. He was again afraid yet again uncertain of what might happen next, his heart racing, and him body sweating profusely yet again. He tried to move his head since the pipe was coming straight down at his face when the band which had previously retracted appeared again and held his forehead firmly down, there was no avoiding it. The cockhead shaped nozzle of the tube touched Cam’s lips after it made its way down next to Cam’s head then up again to meet his mouth which he refused to open and allow it to enter, so the pressure increased more and more and his lips finally gave way, the long, thick, rubbery tube made its way into his mouth, reach the back of his throat, but before his gag reflects could even kick in it made its way down his throat and it kept going down, more and more as he saw more of it disappear in front of him into his mouth, he guessed he had swallowed about 30cm (1 foot) of it before it stopped, then like in unison both machines started doing something…… The one that had violated his now rock hard bubble ass and protruded through his now steel cut solid 8-pack abs started retreating from his ass, he was relieved thinking the approximately 40cm (16 inches) of tube that was inside of him was finally leaving his body, but as the head was just about to leave his hole, the machine re-adjusted itself to a more pronounced 90° angle and started making its way back inside, until it reached the base of Cam’s hard cock with a painful pressure, then the pressure increased and it hurt more and more, then he felt a really hot sensation in his crotch like he was in a hot bath, and although in pain he saw something amazing, the tube’s cockhead started expanding and entering the base of his cock, his eyes couldn’t believe it, as he bit his lips from the pain, but he wouldn’t stop looking at what was happening, it made its way painfully up the shaft stretching it to the 14cm (5 inch) circumference of the tube, and he saw the thicker and wider head leading the way, stretching and engorging it until it reach and stretched the 7inch cockhead of Cam’s penis, then the pain increased as it started stretched longer, and longer, it went on and on but it did so while sending waves of pleasure to Cam’s brain, it was delicious, it stretched to a full rock hard, massive length of 40cm (16inches) then stopped when the two large bulges, each about the size of an orange, were absorbed into the ball sack, and as it was absorbed, ropes of veins grew onto them and he started feeling the breeze on his stiff hot dick, it had become part of his body as well Cameron realised in a disbelieving yet still joyous shock. This huge, thick, hot, hard piece of man meat, was all his, he jerked it to see if it was true and it jerked, it was more than he ever dreamed off. The rest of the tube that was behind the huge bulges that became his balls, retreated outside to their original position next to the needle. That’s when a different noise caught Cam’s attention “There is still more?” he thought to himself, but without any fear now, he was now determined to see this through, this accident had given him the muscles and the cock he could only ever dream off, he wants it all now and he going to thoroughly enjoy it. It seems the muscles and cock not only enhanced his body but also his ego had been boosted up, and he liked it. Then he noticed the white liquid that formed from the men who were once in the tanks starting draining, the level was going down inside the tanks, when he felt the tube that went down his throat start vibrating a little and so he looked up. He saw through the transparent tube a white liquid moved downwards in the tube and it went into his mouth and he felt the flow of the liquid through his throat and as it pumped out into his chest, and he felt something strange, but in his pecs, so he looked at them and saw them swelling and pulsating and it plunge him into an orgasmic thrill ride of pleasure, it was a magnificent sensation, and he arched back from how erotic it felt while his mammoth dick jerked up and down. The tube kept pumping the liquid inside of him and into his pecs and the pecs swelled to twice their size then stop swelling but kept contracting with every massive pump into them, and Cam’s from the corner of his eye even though he was barely able to think from the pleasure he was in could see the tanks slowly drain empty, which took he could only guess was around half an hour, half an hour of toe curling, orgasmic bliss, when it started to subside he was surprised he managed to stay sane after en experience like that, and slowly the pleasure started dying down and the pumps became less intense, which is when he finally noticed that his pecs did not shrink down, but stayed at the doubled size, and looked gorgeously tight and hard, but his nipples had grown to almost triple their thickness and protruded more than 2 cm (1 inch) now and were as stiff as a hot cock. As he admired them he felt the tube retreating from him and as the head left his mouth the last bit of the liquid that was left in the tube, about a litre, pour into his mouth filling it up and then pour all over his face, and it tasted like warm, deliciously sweet and salty honey as he swallowed it down, and he recognised the smell and knew it right away that it was steamy cum, he never tasted it before or anything that tasted as delicious, it was all over his rosy lips and felt good on his face. At the same time the part of the table holding his legs up in the air lowered back down, and as it did he was regaining the feeling back in his legs and arms, and he tried to move, and he did, he managed to get off of the table and the first thing he could bring himself to do was touch himself, touch himself all over, feel the muscles up, grasp his beastly pecs and dig his fingers into the solid flesh, slide his fingers over the striations on his legs, to pas his hand over his marble abs, to feel up the ropes of veins on his 40 cm (16 inch) cock, to grope his massive balls bigger than a baseball each. All of this massively aroused him which is when he felt his chest and abs start getting wet and he looked down at his shelf-like pecs and saw something fantastic, cum was coming out of his nipples in a stream, and grabbed his left pec and squeezed and a long squirt came out of it, more than 10 times as cum in that squirt then in a regular man’s ejaculation. He squeezed again this time catching the cum and he doesn’t know why but an almost euphoric hunger came from within him for that cum and licked it all clean off of his hand, and it was delicious, so he squeezed again, and again, and again, licking it up each time, and each time the quantity increased until every squirt released about half a cup of cum, yet his pecs didn’t shrink down, nor did it feel like it was running out of cum, it just kept producing more until it satisfied his hunger. As he finished up his meal Cameron looked to the stairs for a way out, to go out into the world as a new man, and enjoy every moment of his new life. His new life of monstrous muscles, that no man would ever be able to match or surpass again, and to be the epitome of lust, beauty and strength. The End........ ?

by Brandedx2 (Like this story? Find more tales of huge guys getting taken down a peg at my tumblr and if you have a custom tale you want me to spin up for you, let me know! I do commissions.) People could tell, Rob knew. He had clients to train, he still had a workout to get in himself (if it even mattered, now), so he was stuck there at Global Gym. He had a reputation at Global as the biggest bodybuilder in a gym full of heavy competitors. He was also known as one of the most approachable guys in the gym, imposing in stature but by all means a gentle giant. He had a number of fans in the gym’s clientele, as well as the gym’s owner Clem and his idolizing son Terry. Everybody cheered when he got his pro card the previous year, all in agreement that there wasn’t a more deserving athlete around. Rob was used to having all eyes on him. But after what Tuck had done to him that day, those eyes made his veins cold. Between clients Rob eyed the scale outside the locker room. He’d been avoiding it all day, terrified of what it was going to tell him. He tried to let his eyes, the way his body felt, be enough, but he had to know. He hopped on the scale and looked down: 240. That morning, when he’d weighed himself after getting out of bed, he’d been 284. He’d walked in the gym that size. And then, standing in the locker room, he heard the shrill laugh of his least favorite “client” and turned around to see skinny, tattooed little Tuck in his usual tight wife-beater and cargo shorts, cracking his knuckles and looking Rob up and down with a look that always made the big bodybuilder shiver. “…just a little bit?” Rob said, side-eyeing Tuck, wishing he could get away from the little guy who was inching closer to him. “…just for a little while?” “Big fella!” Tuck said with a laugh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like having me around. Yeah just a little, yeah just for a little bit.” Rob looked around quickly to make sure no one was around when it happened (Tuck probably didn’t even care—he didn’t care about much) and then Tuck, wiggling his fingers wildly, reached out and poked him. He felt a sudden chill, and just like that, the size drained right out of Rob and into Tuck (forty-four pounds, he would find out later). His shorts fell to the ground and his tank top hung down like a dress without the rest of his bulk to fill it out. By all accounts he was still a big man, but nowhere near the massive size he’d been a moment before. Tuck looked like a heavy-weight prize fighter with all of the extra mass, and he’d even got taller. He shadow-boxed a bit, flexed his new muscles while Rob sadly examined his own diminished form. Tuck gave him a shove (he stumbled forward, not expecting the sudden force and his own lack of mass) and then took off. Rob had clothes he kept in the bottom of his gym bag for the times that Tuck “borrowed” from him; they were his old workout clothes from several years before, back before he’d gained the mass that made him a terror to the superheavyweights onstage. He remembered being that size and feeling big, but going back to it was too much. What was worse, the smaller shorts and t-shirt still looked baggy on him. Rob was used to stretching XXXLs to the limit, and he couldn’t even fill out an XL. Tuck had taken more that day than ever before. There was nothing Rob could do to fight it. Tuck had all the power. He had to play nice and wait until Tuck was done playing around with his mass, until he decided to give it back. That feeling of weakness was almost too much for Rob to bear. “What’s up big man?” said Leon, a big powerlifter and Rob’s occasional lifting partner, taking a break from his heavy squats. Leon used to say Rob was the only guy big enough to spot him. Rob nodded back as they passed each other, terribly aware of the difference in their sizes. Rob hadn’t felt that small next to somebody in awhile. Later on his client Carlos turned to him during posing practice, while holding a front double bi, and smirked in his direction. “Hey, Big Rob, my guns are looking big as yours, no?” Carlos took a step toward him to compare. Rob backed away and swatted at him. “In your dreams, buddy,” he said. “You’re good. Hit the locker room.” Meanwhile across the gym, Tuck was curling a loaded barbell with sloppy form, showing off for a few spandex-clad ladies doing lunges nearby. Girls had always been the core of Tuck’s objectives in stealing size from him, Rob noticed. At the end of the day, Rob paced around the locker room, a little panicked. He hadn’t seen Tuck in a couple of hours, and after searching the entire gym Rob couldn’t find him. “Oh, hey Rob,” Clem said, walking through the gym about to lock up. “I didn’t know you were still here. I can leave you the keys if you still want to work out.” Rob felt a pit in his stomach. What if Tuck took off this time? It would take years to build all that size back, if Tuck’s power even allowed that possibility. “Uh… Thanks, Clem, I think I’m gonna hang out here for a bit if you don’t mind.” Clem smiled and tossed Rob the keys. “You in a heavy cut phase or something?” Clem said, looking him up and down. “You look like you dropped some pounds.” “I’ll be bulked back up again soon enough,” Rob said, praying that was the truth. Tuck strode in with a loose swagger over an hour later. Rob would’ve knocked the kid out if he wasn’t so terrified of the kid. “Sorry, Bobby,” Tuck said, scratching his crotch. “I was plowing this chick out in the parking lot just now. She could not get enough of this!” he said, gesturing to his physique. “Oh, man, what’d you think I wasn’t coming back? Bobby, you wound me, buddy. You really wound me.” Rob shrugged and feigned a smile. “Naw, I knew you were coming back.” “I suppose you want to go back to normal,” Tuck said. Rob bit his lip and clenched his fists. “Man, you are such a big baby sometimes, Bobby. You’re lucky I love you.” Then he flicked Rob right in the forehead. Rob’s mass returned in an instant, and he felt a sudden pain all over as he burst through his clothes. They fell to tatters and Rob stood there, massive and naked, his posture finally relaxing after a brutal day. Tuck burst into riotous laughter at the sight of the giant man exploding out of his clothes. “Bobby, you are ridiculous, buddy!” said Tuck, once again five feet and a hundred pounds. He walked out of the locker room and Rob patted himself down, thankful to be himself again. That was all Rob heard of Tuck for awhile. Usually he could count on a visit from Tuck every month, whenever the little guy was itching for girls at the gym, but several months passed and Rob was relieved to find that Tuck didn’t come around. His career started turning up, as well: he got a huge sponsorship deal, a photoshoot with Flex magazine, and Clem asked him to be the face of Global gym. The first day it was unveiled, Rob looked humbly at the larger-than-life size poster of himself, twenty-feet tall, outside Global gym. He couldn’t believe where his hard work had taken him, and he couldn’t have asked for a better place to do work. Terry, Clem’s beefy son, greeted Rob at the door. “Your picture looks awesome!” Terry said with stars in his eyes. “Thanks Terry,” Rob said warmly. “One of these days you’re gonna be up there.” “There’s Big Hollywood!” Leon said and punched him in the shoulder. All eyes in the gym were on Rob. He couldn’t feel prouder, until he walked into the locker room and saw Tuck standing there. “Bobby! You’re a big deal now, aren’t ya!” Tuck said, arms crossed, a sly grin on his face. “Aw, Bobby, you always clench up when you see me. If I didn’t know better I’d think you weren’t happy to have me around!” Rob looked around quickly to make sure the locker room was clear. “Uh… Tuck, I… what do you… doing?” Tuck smiled. “Relax, big Bobby.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “This time we’re gonna train. Regular. Big man teaches little guy how to lift weights. Deal?” He extended a hand. Rob, relieved, shook it. “Finally want to start adding some mass of your own, huh?” Tuck handed over the cash. “Look, Tuck, if you’re really serious, I can take over your diet, your supplementation… Hell, I can get you juice if you want it. Just say the word, buddy.” Tuck started stripping out of his clothes, stood there naked, a little awkwardly close to Rob. “See, thing is, Bobby, there’s this chick out there right now who will blow your MIND. Huge tits, ass like heaven, body that looks like it was built to fuck… Man, she’s got me DROOLING, Bobby, but she’s only into massive guys. Like big giant freaks your size.” Rob grinned as he put his gym bag in the locker. “Don’t worry, Tuck. I won’t steal her from you.” Tuck, still naked, bounced his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m not worried about that one bit, big Bobby.” Then he grabbed a handful of Rob’s big back. It hit Rob hard this time, like needles everywhere. His body compressed so fast everything was a blur, and he found himself stumbling around, his arms and legs suddenly tangled up. His head ached for a moment, and he felt like he was going to throw up… then the vertigo passed and he looked around, shocked at how much bigger the locker room had gotten. His tank top and compression tights were tented around him, and as he stood he watched his whole body slide through the neck hole. His body—that couldn’t be his body! Still tan, but tiny all over, a size he’d never been even in adolescence: shoulders, arms, legs, chest, all so narrow and bony. Even his dick was tiny now, and he put one tiny hand down to block it. He felt exhausted, and like he was moving in slow motion. Then he noticed the huge shadow cast over him. “Fuck YEAH!” roared a low, bovine voice. The sudden eruption scared Rob so much he tumbled over, his little heart pounding rapidly at the sight before him: Tuck was ENORMOUS, every part of him bloated with massive muscle, skill covered in tattoos which made the presentation all the more intimidating. Tuck aggressively hit a crab shot and grinned at the mirror—Rob had never seen anybody so big! Terrified, he scrambled backwards, eager to get away from the giant man stomping and flexing and growling. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tuck said, tossing his old wife-beater and shorts at Rob. “You agreed to a training session. Only it’s gonna be me showing YOU how to move weights, little man! Get dressed little guy. I’m gonna borrow your old clothes—seeing as you couldn’t use them for anything but a circus tent!” Tuck gave his now-massive cock a swing. “Hopefully I can fit all this in there,” he laughed as he pulled on Rob’s clothes, which fit like skin. “Let’s go little guy.” Rob felt like he was going to be sick as he walked out on the floor. He had to take two steps just to keep up with giant Tuck’s long stride. All eyes were on them—or rather, they were on the massive tattooed beast Tuck had become. Rob was shaking. He was terrified that someone would recognize him, but as he walked out, he realized nobody was even looking at him. That was almost worse. “Grab some dumbbells, little man,” Tuck barked. “Time to do some curls.” He crossed his arms and smirked down his chest at Rob. Rob headed over to the weight rack—how much would he be able to lift? He looked toward the smaller weights. He reached for the 20s, but a young guy—a guy who had asked for Rob’s autograph and some lifting advice the day before—elbowed him out of the way and grabbed them himself. Rob grabbed the 15s and walked over to Tuck, who tilted his chin at him. “What are you waiting for? Curl!” Tuck growled. Rob strained. He couldn’t believe he could get his arms to bend. “I… I can’t…” he said quietly, shocked at how soft and high-pitched his voice was now. Tuck laughed and slapped his knee. “Are you serious? You can’t even curl those?” He walked over and grabbed some 80s. “Lemme show how to curl, little guy!” His form was sloppy but his massive physique still impressed everybody around. Tuck winked at a blonde fitness model nearby. Her name was Catherine, Rob knew; she did only go for monsters. She’d been flirting with him a lot that week, and he’d thought about giving her his number. “Go get some water,” Tuck said, racking his dumbbells and heading over to Catherine. Rob was stunned by the height of the water fountain, which was now at about eye-level to him. He stood on his tiptoes to reach it, barely getting water in his mouth. He turned around and ran into what felt like a brick wall—it was Leon, who looked GIGANTIC to Rob now. “Watch where you’re going,” Leon said politely, yanking little Rob to his feet with one hand. Rob glanced across the weight room and saw beastly Tuck, now making his pecs dance while he chatted with Catherine. He had a little time, he figured, so he quickly headed to the locker room. His gym bag felt massive to him as he fished it out of his locker—it was bigger than he was now! He had to text his clients and reschedule before they showed up. As he struggled with the zippers, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That doesn’t belong to you, sir!” A strong hand yanked little Rob away from the bag, and another yanked the bag away from him. It was Terry, who was now twice the size of Rob. Terry gave little Rob a shove. “Theft is grounds for termination of membership.” “I-I wasn’t stealing!” Rob pleaded. “I was just… I thought it was mine.” “What’s your membership number?” Terry asked with an eyebrow raised. “0-1-6-1-1,” Rob blurted out, suddenly realizing Terry had no doubt memorized his number. “Uh-uh,” Terry said, grabbing Rob forcefully. “You’re outta here.” Rob begged him to stop, told him he could explain (even though he had no idea what he would say) but still Terry very easily dragged little Rob to the door while everyone in the gym stared at the scene. “My coach!” Rob begged, pointing at Tuck, who was too wrapped up in Catherine’s admiration of his giant body to notice. “He’ll explain!” “Nope,” said Terry, shoving Rob hard. “Beat it, or I’m calling the cops, reporting you for theft and trespassing.” Flat on his back outside Global Gym, Rob stared up at the giant image of himself at full-size and burst into tears. It was too much. He looked up and saw Terry on the phone inside and quickly pulled himself to his feet and walked to his car. He tried the locked doors, realizing that his keys were inside, in a bag that belonged to someone he didn’t look like anymore. He walked around to the opposite side of the car and crouched down as it began to rain. Everything would be fine, he told himself—as soon as Tuck set things back to normal, everything would be fine. Hours later he saw Tuck strutting from the gym, holding Catherine’s hand. Rob stood up and sprinted for the two—but they were on Tuck’s crotch rocket before he could get there. Tuck sped away, never even acknowledging little Rob, stood there in shock, wondering if he was ever going to see Tuck again.

Kind of on a roll with this one, so posting Part 2! Hope you all enjoy! Comments encouraged! Part 2: Camilo’s Turn Camilo’s marvelous ass had been an object of fascination and distraction for as long as he could remember. You could even say that it was what led him on his bodybuilding journey to begin with. One of the earliest instances he recalled being aware of his distractingly different body was in elementary school in Colombia, when he’d taken swim lessons with 20 other boys. A private Catholic school, uniforms were required, right down to the swimwear. After one practice session in an extremely ill-fitting dark blue speedo, Camilo was informed that he would have to instead wear different, more square-cut trunks. He had cried when his parents told him this, insisting that he wanted to be like the rest of the boys. They had just shrugged and told him that rules were rules. Later on, his father had laughed when recounting the conversation he’d had with the swimming coach. The coach had called their home and, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, had suggested that Camilo switch his swim wear to something to “draw less attention to his unusual development in both the back and front of his lower body.” He had justified this request by insisting that the other boys would be confused by seeing a peer with junk twice the size of theirs, and scandalized by Camilo’s butt cheeks and ass crack that could never be contained by school-issued swimwear. His ass was also often the object of ridicule. Showering with the other boys after gym class would almost certainly involve hoots and hollers as his classmates ogled his massive bottom and smacked him with towels. Camilo would always shower with his back against the wall in the hopes of making his full moons less apparent. As he grew older, though, and his formidable penis matured into a massively fat donkey dong, his classmates clammed up at the sight, embarrassed by their inferior equipment. Camilo picked up on this, his confidence growing right along with his manhood, and he wouldn’t hesitate to parade himself naked throughout the locker room on full display. His three older sisters and cousins would tease him about his ample booty, swatting it any chance they got and lamenting that their own backsides weren’t as “developed.” Other boys would imitate his walk as a swishy strut, making hourglass-shapes in the air with their fingers and hooting as he waddled past. This, in particular, infuriated him, as it called him out as un-masculine. He decided to fix that, starting to hit the school gym as early as 12. His already bulky physique lent itself well to taking on mass, and he started to grow, noticeably. He was careful not to add too much more junk to his trunk—really, at this point he thought of bodybuilding mostly as an exercise to catch the rest of his body up to his big ol butt. People started to notice—especially women. By 14, a beautiful older woman in town had made him a man. His wide, hard physique and macho good looks attracted attention wherever he went, and the focus became less about his freakish ass, and more about his freakish “everything.” At 16, he competed in a local contest, and easily outclassed the competition. Glenn had seen pics from this first show, and it’s almost laughable how much Camilo towers over the other men on stage. The choice image from this show has Camilo sexily smirking, covered in sweat and pro-tan, as he pretends to take a chomp out of his first-place medal. Sadly, things would take a turn for Camilo and his family. Camilo’s father, who supported the family by owning some small farms outside of Bogata, passed away unexpectedly. Everything was thrown into disarray. Business took a huge hit, and the family had to sell off two farms, hugely diminishing their income. Camilo left school to pick up the slack, and in his precious little free time, threw himself into lifting like he never had before as a way to deal with the tragedy that changed so much in so little time. Eventually, business stabilized, and Camilo moved to Bogata to train with some local pros and find work. Realizing how expensive it was going to be to support himself AND transform into a pro bodybuilder, Camilo didn’t hesitate to put up an online profile renting himself out for worship. He was emphatic that ONLY worship would be accepted, and didn’t hesitate to cut a session short for any funny business. It actually worked out well for him—not only was he getting paid, but if he was really honest with himself, it turned him on to show off his incredible physique, especially knowing how much his beautiful body was turning on others—male or female. Now, having made the trip to America like Petr and the third bodybuilder, Camilo was ready to show off for the man who had brought him here with promises of turning him into the freak of his wildest dreams. He stood in a front relaxed pose, arms out, quads tensed, chest puffing out wide, back held erect. Also erect, Glenn took the measuring tape and placed it around Camilo’s chest. Camilo looked up, trying to gauge a reaction from Glenn, but Glenn’s face betrayed nothing as he casually made a note on his notepad. Camilo wondered if Glenn was somehow let down by his physique. That was definitely not the case. Glenn maintained his poker face, but was giddy on the inside. Muscle bull, he thought to himself as he gently but firmly felt Camilo’s grainy hard pecs. This guy’ll never be as conditioned as the others but we’re gonna build this one up big-time. Squats till he drops. He commanded Camilo to switch to a side relaxed pose. As he swiveled his tree-trunk legs into position, his ridiculously full bulge ballooned out in front of him, his floppy penis dragging down his briefs until the very top of his pubes was exposed. Might have to get him bigger trunks, Glenn noted. “Tighter,” he said, emotionlessly. Camilo flexed his entire body hard, his chest bursting. “Tighter.” Camilo snorted and contorted his muscles even harder. The very, very top of Camilo’s cock root was exposed now. Maybe these fit just fine after all, Glenn reconsidered. His hands moved above to Camilo’s shelf-like muscle ass. “May I?” he asked Camilo. Camilo nodded through his intense concentration. Glenn didn’t hesitate to plant both meaty hands over Camilo’s briefs, feeling the two giant bowling ball ass cheeks through the fabric. “Flex these,” he said. Camilo obeyed, and their hardness morphed from bowling balls to something more like oversized croquet balls, faint lines of corded breaking the surface. Glenn ran his fingers over the fabric lightly. “Decent,” he said. Camilo beamed at this first encouragement—but it would be the last he would receive for a while. (Coach Glenn hoped that withholding praise would encourage his muscle toys to work even harder to gain his approval.) After a few more minutes manhandling the muscle bull, Coach Glenn motioned for Camilo to return to the bed where Petr was sitting. The third bodybuilder, not waiting for his name to be called, stood and strode confidently to the center of the room, absolutely dwarfed by Camilo’s size as the two hardbodies passed each other by.

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The phone rang again— a telemarketer. Max slammed the phone down and let out a grunt of frustration. He didn’t have the time for this and he knew it. He was a goddamn corporate manager, not some secretary with enough energy to spare to answer spam phone calls. Weren’t they supposed to filter those out anyway? Max let out a deep breath through his nose as he looked over at the framed picture on his desk. There he was, in his cap and gown, graduation from university. He still had a bright smile then, so full of hope, still optimistic. His smooth brown hair was all tousled from wearing that dumb graduation cap, yet it still looked like it was meant that way, like it was going with the flow. His entire personality fit it well. Back in his college days, Max was known to be a chill guy. He did whatever he liked and usually got it when he asked, his striking eyes and toned body were impossible to ignore. But times have changed. Things are different. What was once a six pack was now a beer belly. Beautifully styled hair was neglected in a greasy mess. He had money, sure, but he wanted his vitality back. He wanted to be powerful. The job wasn’t too bad. He had power, sure, but it wasn’t the same. Power to tell people what to do had its limits. It had its laws. But human strength, that was something he craved. Nobody could control his own body. Max stood up and stretched, pulling his arms over his head and twisting his back. “Nobody could control his body” was right. He could decide when to move or what to do; so he took a walk around the office with a stack of papers in his hands. They weren’t actual important papers, mind you, but they allowed him to move without question. Nobody asked what you were doing when you had a stack of papers in your hands. Max opened the office door and picked up his random stack on the desk parallel to his glass office wall. “Hey, Max!” Phoebe interrupted from a cubicle nearby. Although neither of them could see each other, she knew the sound of his door opening and she took her chance at his attention. “Can I get some help with this invoice? There’s some inconsistencies and—“ Max interrupted. “Sorry Phoebe I’m busy right now. Ask someone around you.” He abruptly turned to the right and strolled along the gray corridors, glancing at the posters framed on the bland walls. “Big Action Protein Powder!” “Mega Large Testosterone Booster for Men!!” ”Giant XXX Hormone Set Extreme!!!” over and over masculinity was shoved in his face. Overseeing a “men’s fitness” company was cool at first, but he was no longer 21. He was what the gay men called “daddy,” which both stung and aroused him. Unfortunately, he had been so busy with work that no men had been calling him at all for months. “Maxie! Come over here, will ya?” a voice called, this one not immediately recognizable. It was a male voice, but lower pitched than he was used to. Maybe it was a new intern. Hopefully not, however, because someone new shouldn’t be calling him nicknames already. But before Max could object, he continued. “It’s the research department! They’re having major issues.” the research department. That explained it. He nearly never had business there since it wasn’t in his jurisdiction really. He only worked on the sales floor. Nevertheless, his walk would have to wait, so he set the stack of assorted papers down on the floor and went into the elevator where the voice came from. Luckily, it wasn’t far away and the papers were out of foot traffic, so he’d be okay leaving them behind. When Max emerged from the office hideaway and through the metallic elevator doors, he nearly knocked over a poor scrawny man half his height. He must have been a little under five feet tall, and he probably weighed as much as Max’s beefy arms. His face, however, was still round and childish, defying the thinness of the rest of his body. When Max looked down, all he could really see was his cheeks and his wiry gray hair that fell past his forehead. He must have been one of those young people who were into looking like grandparents. Gray was not his color. “I’m sorry about that,” Max apologized. “What’s the problem?” the man didn’t look up but took a step back to give him more room. Then, still not responding, he leaned across the floor and pressed the bottom button on the elevator, sending it down. “You see,” he began. “Marcy had some troubles with a new supplement because the male subjects got ill at the same time and the women refuse to test it.” Max nodded along, but secretly, he had no idea who Marcy was. “Furthermore, I’ll allergic to one of the components. It’s supposed to help your...” he paused, glancing up only briefly. “Your male parts.” Max had to hold in a laugh. They worked at a male enhancing company and this man refused to say penis. “I understand sir. What do you need me for then?” ”Well,” he said. “We just need a quick trial test and then it’ll be over...” ”Fuck no. I’m not insured for this stuff! I’m not going to be stupid and agree to take whatever it is!” the man tried to stutter his way to goading him, but Max refused. When the elevator doors opened, he closed them and pressed the button to go back to sales. What he didn’t do, however, is look down at the man slipping a small piece of tape onto his black work pants. The man scuttled away into research and Max went back upstairs, picking up his papers, and finishing his walk with relative ease. He set the stack back on his desk and walked inside his office, turning the blinds so he can get some privacy, and opening up his computer. Emails. Spam. Bills. It was all the same. He looked at the clock. 5:13. Almost 45 minutes until he could leave. He shifted in his cushy black office chair and rearranged his legs. “Fuck I need to get that AC fixed,” Max complained. It was getting hotter. He shifted again in his seat and tried to get comfortable. For some reason, his balls kept on getting in the way. No matter which way he moved, they blocked him from comfort. After minutes of trying, he stood up, rearranged himself, and tried to sit back down. His chair was a gift from his ex boyfriend. It was about four feet tall, rolled well, and was always comfortable when he laid his arms on the armrests. The same armrests which refused to let his ass slip through all of a sudden. Max grunted and tried to squeeze in, but the harder he pushed, the tighter it got. He was just in it a second ago! How could it be? He started to sweat, small pools forming at his armpits, spreading along the white button up shirt like someone left a hose on. He took off his navy suit jacket and set it on his wooden desk while he tried to cool down, but it was still too hot. Taking off his black tie didn’t help either. Neither did unbuttoning his top button. Max kept shoving himself into that seat over and over again until he heard a loud rip. Slowly, he stood back up and grazed his hand across the back, anticipating the worst. To his dismay, there it was, a giant rip in the back of his pants, exposing the bright blue Lycra underwear he had on. “It’s okay,” he repeated to himself. Over and over he whispered this as he reached for his suit jacket to tie around his waist. But as he grabbed it, he heard another rip coming from his shoulder. Then when he stood up, his shirt untucked itself from underneath his pants and his belt. Max looked around helplessly, trying to figure out what was going on. Research department. It had to be. His body started warming up even more, but he couldn’t leave before he fixed his wardrobe. There was no way he’d let himself be seen with a ripped shirt AND ripped pants. A jacket couldn’t cover it all. So, with no other options, he looked around for a blanket or sheet he could use. Rummaging around a tiny office didn’t help much because he knew where everything was. There was no blanket. No sheet. Just stupid papers and knickknacks he stashed away. If he had the time, he would have looked at them a bit longer, but he was in a hurry. It was getting hotter. Max stripped off his shoes and socks and threw them against the wall with a loud bang as he resumed scrambling for anything to hide himself until he stopped growing. “Max? You okay dear? We heard a thumpy sound.” fuck. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. “Y-Yeah! Dropped my stapler. Thank you for checking. I’m alright!” he heard footsteps dissipate into nothingness, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had more time. Or so he thought. Suddenly, without any warning, one thought , and one thought only, entered his mind— sex. It was orgasmic. His pants became tighter and tighter as he felt his bulge start to balloon, his cock pushing against the fabric as it got harder and harder. Then, with a burst of size, another rip, this time from the front. He let his gargantuan cock hang loose in his Lycra briefs, the sensation of cool finally taking over the exasperating heat. His bulge had to be the size of a basketball now, way too big for anything natural. He was a freak, but God, his dick commanded him to love every second of it. It was like the feeling of masterbation multiplying over every inch as his cock grew larger and larger. He stumbled backwards in joy, but his giant ass cushioned his fall. He had no clue how his briefs stayed on for so long. He had a basketball in front and beach balls in the back. But that wasn’t the only thing growing. His legs started to press against each other, growing so wide that they had nowhere else to grow. Of course, this turn of events led pants to be obsolete. His legs were past XXXL now, bigger than he’s ever seen on a bodybuilder. With awe, he rubbed his hands against them and felt the sheer hardness of his body. It was unbelievable. If he wasn’t so fucking horny he would have been upset at his size. But as he grew larger, so did his appetite for more. His chest puffed outwards, slowly at first, but gaining in speed as time passed. It was hardly noticeable at first over the feelings of his lower body, but as his second most top button flew across the room and his the glass, he couldn’t help but see. Max took his big hands and squeezed his pecs, ogling how they looked like the men he advertised on poster. But they didn’t stop there. Eventually they became like the WOMEN he saw on advertisements. And then even more as his chest popped another button down the line. And suddenly, another. Then one more. Another. Another again. Over and over until his pecs covered his vision. Max let out a mighty roar as he flexed his biceps, tearing out of the cotton shirt like it was paper. His arms bulged and swelled with power as they peaked above his head and kept rising towards the ceiling at an alarming rate. They grew in every direction, his arms expanding both up and down with muscle until he could hardly move them anymore. More and more he gained, until the floor started to bend. Someone outside of his office screamed “earthquake!” And everyone yelled and ran. But not Max. Max stayed put. That is, until the floor caved in and he crashed down, his giant ass once again cushioning his fall. His briefs were long gone now. Max was a being of pure mass, tons of concentrated muscle in one spot. The building couldn’t handle it. As he inches bigger and bigger, he fell down another floor. Then another. His cock couldn’t handle the sensations. He kept it growing. What was once a rather pitiful 4 inches became 4 feet. Then 8. 10. 20. 50. 100. 1000. It stretched across the building and onto the one next to it. Fuck he would have felt awful. Max would have been traumatized. But he couldn’t. All he felt was lust as he outgrew his very office building. Over ten stories high, international news reports told of the Monster of California, wreaking havoc over the west coast. Which, luckily for Max, he outgrew in a few minutes. His cock stretched across the Midwest. His balls sunk into the Pacific Ocean. His biceps scraped the ozone layer. And God, was Max happy. “More!” Was all he could chant. And that’s what he got. Never ending, never slowing. Each time he demanded it, he got it. But hey, it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t insured for this type of thing

- Chapter 5 - Meet The New Size Day after day, I eagerly await Charles to come home from work. Hoping to see the fruit of my labour, but I wasn't very lucky. His shift was moved around quite often due to the school holidays – the cafe anticipated a higher traffic from the parents, as they bring their children for activities around town. Charles would text me and let me know that he won't be coming back early as he will head to the gym after the daily closing. I would then adjourned to bed, disappointed. Like clockwork, I would do a quick workout in the morning and head to work, being very mindful that I won't wake up my roommate. I'm unsure why myself, but I'm usually surged with abundance of energy through the day, like a persistent buzz in my head. I tend to get hungry very quickly too, but that's probably to sustain the energy level, I suppose. Maybe it's the morning cup of joe for all I care. Who knows? It doesn't bother me as much anyway, or so I want to believe as so. It was not until a good 2 months later when Charles call me up for lunch and invited me over to where he works, that I got to actually see him in person after such a long time. To be really honest, I was thrilled when I saw the text from Charles (totally an understatement). It was like an exclusive invitation to an opening premier and I got the best front seat. Without wasting a single second, I left my office at 12.30pm sharp and took a train to the station near where we stay. The whole journey was filled with my wildest imagination – how would Charles look like now? What would he be wearing? How would he be affected to the series of subliminal messages that I almost forgot that I've played for the past weeks? As I approach the cafe, I peek through the window but couldn't see a familiar face like Charles' working at the counter. Instead, there was a tall, huge man tinkering with the coffee machine, who I thought it was a mechanic from the coffee machine company. I walked over to the counter in search of my missing roommate and catch a familiar burn scar on the man's left hand. And god, I was so, so wrong. "Charles?" My face did nothing to conceal my surprised look when he turned over to look at me. He stood up straight, presumably reaching the mark of 6'2". What caught my eyes immediately was his pecs, stretching the seams of his t-shirt to its seams (I'm obviously a pecs guy). His wide shoulders are distinctive boulders now, connected to a pair of muscly arms that bulge at all the right places. And I haven't even gotten to the vascularity of his musculature, which is clearly in display on his forearms and his bull neck. With the lack of visual information on other parts of his body, my hyperactive imagination pretty much did the rest, with gratitude. Judging from the choice of pants, he's probably wearing a jockstrap and packing a huge asset inside with his now significantly wider stance. This moment probably span across a short 30 seconds, but it felt like forever to me. I'm out of words and out of breath – this is beyond what I think possible. With minimal prep required, he looks like he's ready to compete for the Classics. "Hey, Shawn! Glad you could make it!" he walked out from the counter as he removes his apron. The bulging muscles are restricting his movements, yet he manages to remove it in one swift movement. I'm barely able to move as he gave me a huge hug – at the moment, I thought I was hallucinating, this can't be real. However, I feel his body emanating heat, I can hear his heartbeat and most importantly, I can feel the rippling muscles bulge underneath his clothes. THIS. MUST. BE. REAL. ""Shawn?" I hear Charles call out to me again. I must have been staring for way too long, letting my gaze lingers just a tad too long at both his downward pointing nipples on his enormous pec shelves. I need to say something, ANYTHING. "Fuck, Charles." was all that came out from my mouth. Charles was clearly taken aback from the response. He chuckles and looks at me with an inquisitive look. "When did you get so big?" he laughed even louder now and his voice seems to be an octave lower, or more, than what I remembered. "You mean this?" he did a double biceps pose and I watch as both biceps rise to an impossible peak – I almost felt sorry for the sleeves. "I've been working on them all these while, what are you talking about?" he gestures me to a table nearby and asks me to sit down for a meal together. Trust me, I'm trying my very best to maintain my composure and this proves to be the hardest thing I've ever done with my life (pun totally intended). As we sit down, the chairs creeks under both our weight – have I been eating way too much recently? I shrugged the thought off and immediately put my attention back to the muscle beast in front of me. His stubble is really growing on me and his eyes are piercing blue now, as though able to see right through me and my every thought. For the very first time, I felt intimidated by my roommate – Charles and I can't help but wonder why he would ask me to see him here at where he works.

Okay guys, here's the next chapter. Thanks again for all the love and wonderful comments on the last one! Twenty Three “Fuck!” Luke whispers once we’ve parted lips. I can’t believe the way he’s looking at me. I can’t believe that that kiss could have been as amazing for Luke as it was for me. And I can’t believe that my hands are on his waist, that my arms are curling round to his back, that his stomach is pressing against mine, that I’m leaning into his perfect Luke shaped face and that my lips are now pressed against his again. It’s like a whole new league of kissing. A completely new way of being touched. Why has it never felt this way with any other guy before? We part lips, our foreheads are pressed together. And I’m still holding him. My hands gripping his back. My stomach against his. I feel like I want to melt into Luke’s skin. “Oh my God!” I whisper, my lips near his. He bites his lip and his mouth curls into this dreamy grin, dimples out in full force. “I know!” he says back. I shake my head. “I love your dimples so fucking much!” It feels so fucking freeing to say that out loud. Luke's mouth curls into a bigger smile. This happy, loving grin. And now I’m thinking … so this is what all the fuss about. This is why people write love songs. This is why people watch romantic films. Luke is the guy I’d stand on a doorstep holding up signs for in a cheesy Richard Curtis film. The boy I’d run through a city with in a Carly Rae fucking Jepsen song. “And I love your cute smile!” I say, before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. I’m not thinking about what I’m doing or saying anymore. “And I love your little nose!” I say, gently rubbing the tip with mine. Luke’s looking at me with his half smile, half look of shock, like he can’t believe what’s happening. Or that I’m saying the words that I am. I can’t quite believe it either. “I love your little lats!” I say, giving them a squeeze and biting my lip. Luke, looking at me with so much fucking affection. I move my hands down to his waist. “And your abs! Oh my GOD I love your abs!” He lets out a little laugh. I gently lift up the bottom of Luke's blue Batman t-shirt to reveal his gorgeous six pack abdominal muscles and his cute, little belly button and he suddenly looks a little shy. I start to pull his t-shirt up further. I don’t tell him to, but Luke lifts his arms up and I pull it all the way over his head and Luke’s naked torso is suddenly right in front of mine. I wrap my arms around his back, bury my face into his bare neck and squeeze him. And I feel like I’m in fucking heaven. Touching his soft skin. Feeling his little muscles. His scent engulfing me. That scent I love so much. Masculine and sweet and oh-so-Luke. He’s gripping on to me too. His face nestled into my shoulder. His lips against my skin. I feel so happy I could burst. I softly kiss Luke’s neck and I suddenly want to kiss every single inch of him. Every bit of skin. Every possible body part. I hope he knows what he means to me. I hope he now realises how he makes me feel. I take my face away from his neck and now I’m kissing his lips again. He makes the sexiest little groan as his perfect tongue dances with mine and our bodies are pressed together. I feel like I’ve been doing this wrong for all of these fucking years but it doesn’t matter now. Because now there's Luke. We part lips and now he’s just gazing at me with this dreamy, blissed out look and I honestly feel like my heart’s about to burst. I place the back of my hand gently on his tummy and then rub it up and down, my fingers brushing against the ridges between his beautifully lined up abs. He closes his eyes and bites his lip. Like he’s in some kind of personal heaven. I gently put the tip of my index finger in his cute, little belly button. A perfect fucking fit. And now Luke’s looking at my chest. He looks a little wary, but there’s something else there too. This wanting. A desire. I can see how much he wants me. It’s fucking intoxicating. His hands slip from my back to my waist, all the time he’s biting his lip. He gives me this look of doubt, almost like he’s asking for my permission to take things further. To explore my body. Even though he doesn’t need it. Even though right now I’d let him do anything he wanted to do to me. I squeeze him and give him a look and he seems to know what it means because now he’s tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt. He looks nervous as he starts to lift it up and my thick blocks of ab muscle are revealed. I lift my arms up and he pulls the t-shirt right over my head. And now I’m just standing here with my huge pecs and tummy popping abs on display and the way Luke’s just looking at my body. Fuck! He’s seen my torso dozens of times before. In Posing Practice. In this room. But it feels like he’s looking at it for the very first time. I’ve seen glimpses of this expression before. This look of desire and awe on Luke’s face. But now, my bare muscles right in front of Luke for the taking, it’s so much more intense. It’s like he’s finally allowed to look at me the way he wants. To admire and appreciate my huge, bulging muscle. It’s the way he’s looking at me, mixed with the laughable size difference between the two of us which is causing me to feel this intense rush of adrenaline. My size. My muscles. The effect and hold and power they’re having over Luke. It’s so fucking intoxicating. It feels like I’m being muscle worshipped just by Luke’s eyes. He looks me straight in the eyes with his look - like he’s asking for permission to touch me. And then he gingerly places his hand on my right pec and it’s like an electric shock goes through me. Luke’s biting his lip. And then I can’t resist. I gently tense my chest and the pec muscle hardens and explodes as Luke’s still touching it. “Fuck!” he whispers, in shock. I look him in the eyes as he continues to squeeze my chest. And then his hands move down to my stomach and he’s feeling my thick abs, which I also gently tense and God - I can’t believe the expression on Luke’s face. He’s just in a complete state of arousal and awe. Feeling and exploring the freaky muscle before him. I don’t think anyone’s ever looked at my muscles like this before. No one’s ever touched me like this before either. It almost feels like my crazily developed muscle is really being appreciated for the first time ever. I push Luke’s body up against mine and kiss him passionately and he lets out a sexy groan. My thick pecs pressed against his toned chest. My big blocky abs against his peeled little tummy muscles. My hands gripping his back tight. And my hard on digging into his crotch through the material of our jeans. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever ever wanted anyone more than I want Luke right now. The corner of his mouth curls into an excited grin and I smile back. Then I push my body back and away from his and for a second his expression falls, until I reach for his hand and intertwine my fingers with his and he’s suddenly smiling back at me again. The cutest little smile. I’ve never been much of a hand holder, but now I’m suddenly wondering whether it would be weird for me and Luke to hold hands whenever we’re together. Or at least whenever we’re in this room. I lead Luke to his bed and we lie down, my thick legs intertwined with his much smaller legs, our bare torsos pressed together, pecs touching, his abs against mine, our arms wrapped around each other, touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Doing the things I’ve been dying to do for so fucking long. God. I love the way Luke’s skin feels. I love the way his lips taste. I love the way he’s looking at me. The expression on his face as he touches my skin. I love that I can touch him in any way that I want. That I can climb on top of him in the way that I just have. That I can bury my head in his neck and kiss it while he grips my thick lats and makes the hottest little groaning noises while nuzzling his cute face into one of my shoulders. I love that I can feel Luke’s hard on throbbing and juddering against my crotch (fuck!) as he squeezes my lats and his hands explore the rest of my wide back. And how his fingers slip to my upper arms and grip them tightly as I move my head down and gently kiss his toned chest. And the way he squeezes my thick triceps and makes the cutest little groan as I kiss one his gorgeous rectangle shaped abs that make up his six pack. And then another. And then the others. Gently and softly. Which Luke softly giggles at, as he grips on to my shoulder blades. And I love the ecstatic little grin he’s giving me as I look up at him in that moment and smirk. Dimples and fucking everything. And then I gently kiss the part of his tummy just above his belt buckle and Luke's expression changes. And now he’s biting his lip and gently tickling my shoulder blades as I undo his belt. He makes this cute, little whimpering noise when I pop the buttons on his skinny jeans, and then whimpers louder when I pull them down and his ridiculously huge hard on (much bigger than I fucking expected) judders and pulsates before my eyes under the yellow material of his infamous Harry Potter boxer shorts. Fucking HELL! I gently squeeze his hard, throbbing dick through the soft cotton material and Luke groans loudly in the sexiest fucking manner. His hands run from my shoulders to my head and I literally feel like I’m melting as he softly ruffles my hair with his fingers. I gently kiss Luke’s boxer covered cock and he lets out another little groan. And then, with Luke’s fingers still playing with my hair, I gently grab the waistband of his boxer shorts and pull them down. I whisper, “Fuck!” as Luke’s cock is revealed. Because it just so happens to be the most perfect looking cock. I always knew Luke was packing from seeing him in his shiny blue posing trunks but Jesus - it’s just so damn fucking thick. And it’s considerably bigger than mine. The one part of Luke’s body that actually is. Which, for some reason, I strangely kind of love. I gently grip the base of his cock and he whimpers again. I look up and see his cute face looking down at me. I wanna worship Luke’s cock so fucking badly. I wanna see him squirm. Hear him moan and groan. I wanna make his fucking toes curl and see his beautiful eyes roll all the way back in his head. I smirk at Luke, before placing my lips around the head of his perfect cock and he releases his loudest groan yet. I dance my wet lips and tongue around the thick head and he groans louder still as I plunge down and swallow it into my mouth. He cries, “Oh God!” as I worship his cock with my mouth and tongue and his hands slip from my hair to my ears and he gently tickles them with his fingers, which I kind of fucking love. I take my lips away from Luke’s cock and look up at him. He gives me the cutest, coy grin as he continues to tickle my ears. There’s a part of me that’s wondering whether this whole thing is even real. Ten minutes ago Luke was telling me he didn’t know if he could trust me anymore and I was blocking him from leaving the room and now there’s this. Fucking this. I suddenly want to kiss him. So fucking badly. I move back up Luke’s bed and press my naked torso against his. He groans and grips on to my mass as I kiss him passionately, his hard cock digging into my jeans. “Fuck!” Luke whispers as we part lips, our foreheads still touching. His soft hands start to move down to my lower back, and then they brush the material of my belt and the denim of my jeans. And now his mouth is curling into a mischievous grin as his hand finds it way to my right arse cheek and I just know in that moment that Luke’s had the same kind of thoughts about my arse as I’ve had about his. My dick throbs as the sensation of Luke touching my arse cheek. I bite my lip and grin as I look him in the eyes. And now his hands are are undoing my belt buckle (fuck!), a slightly nervous look on his painfully cute face. He’s popping open the buttons on my jeans to reveal the bright red material of the Harry Potter boxer shorts he gifted to me yesterday and now he’s pulling them down and oh my fucking God. I whimper and groan and bury my head into Luke’s shoulder as he squeezes my hard, throbbing cock. I whimper into his shoulder, my lips against the oh-so soft skin of the boy I’m crazy about as he continues to explores my body for the first time. Luke looks at me, this mischievous fucking grin on his face as he gives my cock another squeeze. Fucking Grrrrr. He moves down the bed and helps me pull my jeans and boxers off until we’re both fully naked, me now lying flat on the bed, Luke’s head near my bottom half. He grips the base of my cock and squeezes, and then he looks up at me the sexiest fucking smirk. Fuck! I grip one of his shoulder blades with my one hand and, still looking me in the eyes, Luke puts his lips around the head of my cock and swallows it. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I can’t believe his confidence. Where the hell has this come from? That look on his face. That fucking smirk! The way his wet lips and tongue expertly move around the head of my cock and then how he swallows my cock, making me groan as I gently place my hand on his hand. Okay, this boy definitely knows what he’s doing. He suddenly seems so confident and experienced. God it’s fucking sexy. I love the way his one hand is gently placed on my thigh. And now his other hand slips up to my abs as he continues to work my cock with his mouth. I tense my stomach muscles and they harden underneath Luke’s fingers and he groans in response and sucks harder still. Fuuuuck YES. I fucking love that Luke has that reaction to my flexed abs. And now, as he’s still worshipping my cock with his mouth, I suddenly want to flex every single one of my muscles for Luke. I want to see the look on his face as he squeezes the flexed mass of my obscenely muscular body. Every huge bump. Every crazy lump. Every freaky bulge. If he wants me to flex more I will. If he wants me to flex harder I’ll do it. My body is his. To feel and touch and lick and worship and OH FUCK - I’m getting closer. I’m squeezing Luke’s shoulder with one hand. Gripping his head with the other. My gorgeous Luke whose hand is still on my hard, bumpy abs as he sucks me harder still. My perfect Luke who I want to flex my muscles for so fucking badly and ... “LUKE!” I cry. He groans and sucks harder still and, “Oh God! I’m gonna CUM!” and oh .. my … fucking … GOD. It’s happening. I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming! And I’m yelling. And groaning. And it’s like … “OH GOD! ARRGHHH!” … a million fucking stars are shooting from my body. And now I’m suddenly laughing. And I can hear Luke laughing too. My chest is heaving up and down. I’m trying to catch my breath. “Fucking HELL!” I cry as Luke moves up the bed. He slides his arm across my torso, his skin warm and sticky. I twist to the side and wrap my arm around his body. My head next to his on the pillow, Luke's face just inches from mine. This ecstatic, loving grin lighting it up. My whole body in a state of post orgasmic bliss. I can’t quite believe that just happened. That I’m allowed to look at Luke in the way I am. And touch him like I’m touching him right now. And that I can bring my face closer to his and kiss him gently and softly the way I’m suddenly doing. Luke whimpers into my mouth as he kisses me in return, his hands gripping onto my back as I squeeze his body tighter. Our arms wrapped around each other. Our stomach’s touching. Our legs intertwined. Luke’s soft, sticky skin against mine. God - it’s like our bodies just fit together. I kiss him harder and squeeze him as I feel his hard dick throb and push against my stomach. Fuck! And now I’m reaching my hand down and wrapping it around his ridiculously hard cock. Luke’s fingers dig into my back and he releases a muffled groan into my mouth in response. We part lips and he looks me in the eyes as I squeeze and tug on Luke’s cock. His hand slips to my upper arm and his mouth curls into the sexiest grin as he grips the unflexed muscle and I continue to play with his cock. And now I’m kissing him again and he groans into my mouth. It’s harder than before. My tongue intertwining with his. I’m not gonna let go of Luke’s lips. I’m not gonna take my tongue out of his mouth. Even if I start to feel him pull back, I’m not gonna release him from the kiss. I can feel Luke getting closer. He’s whimpering and groaning into my mouth and gripping my arm still as I continue to tug on his cock. The kissing has become harder and more intense. I can feel him pulling back but I just push my tongue against his even harder and he groans again. He’s gripping my huge arm tighter. He’s groaning more and more. I’m plunging on his cock harder. Bringing him closer to exploding with ecstasy. God I want him to cum. I want to see him explode. He’s groaning louder into my mouth, the kissing so hard and passionate and suddenly Luke’s body starts to shake and judder. He’s cumming. Luke’s fucking cumming. Groans of pleasure into my mouth. His fingers digging and squeezing into my mass. My stomach now wet. And now the shaking’s stopped and his chest is heaving up and down against mine as his body relaxes from his orgasm. And I finally release my tongue from Luke’s mouth and my lips from his and he pants and whimpers. “Fuck!” he whispers, his mouth curling into a blissed out grin. I smile back, press my forehead against his, close my eyes and squeeze his body tight. I know that’s everything changed now. And I know that there are things that still need to be said. About my deal with Johnny. How Luke feels about it. And about what just happened between us. But in this moment. I don’t know, I can’t help thinking that everything feels kind of perfect. Or as perfect as things can be. I open my eyes and Luke’s still looking at me with those beautiful, piercing blue eyes in such a loving and affectionate way. And then he starts to smile and there they are again. Those dimples he now knows I love so fucking much. And now I’m just staring into his eyes and smiling back. At my lovely, little Luke, who I finally get to kiss and touch in all the ways I've been dying to. The motherfucking daddy of all Woody and Luke moments.

The morning after my birthday celebration started off like any other; with check-posing in the mirrored wall in my bedroom. I needed a huge mirror in order to best appreciate my size. There were also cameras positioned at various points, with monitors to allow me to check myself out at every possible angle. Laser scanners constantly fed my dimensions into a computer to chart my progress. I also had an implant under my skin to monitor my vitals. I was extremlely healthy, although I shouldnt be, right? Fuck it. Vanity rules supreme. At first I loved my new size. I noticed all of the gains immediately, and loved every part of me. I flexed a double biceps pose into my mirror, and granite mountain peaks pushed upwards from the oceans of flesh that were my arms. I flexed harder and harder, willing more size and density to adorn my beautiful muscles. The veins on my biceps were thick and dark beneath my thin, tight skin. With my fists balled so that my thumbs pointed down, I could force my biceps and thumbs to meet as I held this pose. Soon I planned to have bicep peaks higher than my fists. And then they’d grow even bigger, with secondary – even trinary – peaks exploding upwards. I did a full lat spread, and my upper body screamed with size and power. Veins burst forth across my incredible mass of muscle-flesh, and I instantly shot a load of jizz from my rock hard cock. Lots of it stained my mirror, flowing down lazily to pool at the floor. But I cupped some in my hands and tasted a little before rubbing the rest into my pecs to make my huge, deep and dark cleavage slick and then sticky. I loved the smell; how it mixed with my muscle-musk, and the smell boned me up even more. I growled monster-fashion as I crabbed down into a most muscular pose. My delts and traps heaved with size and magnitude, and the more I leaned into the pose, the harder, shinier, and stronger my muscles became. My dick got even harder, thicker, and longer. Soon it would be bigger than Flex’s. Then he’d have to find a new party trick to keep us all interested. Usually after an intense Enerflex-fueled workout, I could feel my muscles tingling next morning, which would prepare me for another growth-spurt. Alas, there was no tingle this morning, which annoyed me no end. Flex and Daniel were already done with their cardio at the Institute gym. Some of the bigger boys trained in their own section. So the three of us wouldn’t be bothered. I strutted into the gym and decided to loosen up with some free weights. I picked up my favourites, a pair of 300 pounders, and began to silently curl. The other two watched me curosily before muttering to each other and returning to Flex spotting Daniel as he worked on his chest. He was benching around 1350, these days. I used that to warm up and could do more sets than he could. But he hated it when I bragged. Although I felt it would motivate him to train harder if he saw how often I was breaking his lifting records. “Hey there, big fella,” said Daniel is his pleasant Swedish brogue when he rested the bar back on the rack after pressing 10 sets of 12. He’d barely broken a sweat. He was a cute-looking guy, with tousles of mousy brown curls around a face that might have been gorgeous, except for a slightly crooked nose and somewhat bucked teeth out front. Flex was of Asian extraction, so his face and skin was flawlesly symetrical and seemingly without fault. I would describe him as good looking, if a little bland to the eye. Neither of them were the fucking hunks the level of which I flawlessly maintained. “Fuck off, Daniel. I’m, not in the mood for pleasantries. I came here to bodybuild,” I grunted rudely. Frowning, Daniel reached for a water bottle to lubricate his lips. “What’s that for? We’re all here to bodybuild, but you shouldn’t be so rude. I didn’t deserve that.” Flex said nothing. He was a man of few words. He just lifted and fucked and that was all the expression he needed. “Sorry dude. I didn’t tingle this morning. I should be growing like fucking crazy after yesterday. But the scanners didn’t reveal any bigger measurements this morning. What if I’ve plateaued? I can’t stay this size. I need to get bigger. Way bigger.” I threw down the weights and reached for a pair of 500 pounders. I really wanted to work my muscles today. They still felt light. I’d have to move to the magnetic machines to get a proper workout. There was a gravity chamber at the institute, where we could work out under heavier gravity, but Ronny Fortuna and Breeze Brewster broke it during a recent visit, and it was still out of order. Breeze Brewster was wierd. Nine and a half feet tall and weighing almost as much as Ronny, he decided to transition to female but still maintain his gains. Uncle Cyrus wasn’t sure it was possible for him to increase his muscle mass and height and chug down loads of female hormones, but it was a curious experiment the Institute was only too happy to observe. “Well we all go through the plateaus from time to time,” Daniel offered. He smiled sympathetically before lying down on the bench for another set. Flex obediently lowered the bar into position for him and he went through another set. “It’s our bodies way of stopping to catch a breath is all. Don’t worry about it. You’ll get bigger soon enough, and I’ll be under even more pressure to keep up.” “Yeah, guess so. It’s just not happening fast enough for me, y’know?” I was in a crap mood. I could easily have left the gym and instead get off to loads of porn on my computer. But bodybuilding had to come first. I couldn’t miss a workout no matter how annoyed I was. I got through all my upper body routines in lightning quick time, and decided to work my legs and calves. It pleased me that my new birthday mass had increased my strength and stamina, but it also pissed me off that even the magnetic machines were no longer giving me the pumps I so desperately craved. Flex offered to fuck me, which was nice, so I let him and Daniel do insane sexual things to me for an afternoon of muscle worship and extreme fucking. They turned it into one hell of a good worship session, too, in the interest of cheering me up. Flex loved to take position behind me. I was twice as wide at the shoulders than he was, but that boned him up quite a bit. I would lift my arms and groan with delight when Flex started to massage and squeeze my flared lats from behind. I loved to feel his strong fingers trying to dent my amazing muscles. Whilst down in front, the “almost-as-much-a-behemoth-as-I-was” Daniel Emerstorfer hunkered down in order to rip my posers from my person and suck my dick into his hungry mouth. He was surprisingly limber for a muscle-god, and could get into all kinds of kinky positions. He hungrily worked his mouth along my sixteen-inch shaft, thankful that his lips could stretch almost snake-like to accommodate my massive meat. He applied just enough pressure to make me moan with pleasure whilst Flex now slipped his muscled arms under mine in order to grope my enormous pectorals and try to squeeze the fucking life out of them. I loved to have my pecs kneaded and pummeled by the strong hands of a bodybuilder. My dream was to be heavier than Ronny Fortuna one day soon, and then make him my enormous muscle-slave whilst barely coming up to his pec-line. I’d also be stronger than he’d ever be. That was my plan. But fuck this fucking plateau. “Make me grow, guys. Do filthy things to me and my muscles,” I gasped. Daniel stretched a cock-ring around my cock and balls, to make my junk bulge even bigger and get harder and harder. I liked it best when my dick and cum-balloons felt like they were gonna burst off my body. There was a lot of tingling down there. If only my entire body could tingle, hell, I’d be growing like fucking crazy. Maybe if the guys did more shit to me right here in the gym, it might kick-start my growth. Daniel stimulated my nipples to harden and expand as he worked on my pectoral masses more and more. They were as hard as bullets and leaking with musky oil that was ambrosia to our senses. “GRRRRRR.... so good. Gotta grow. Gotta be the biggest... gasp... body-fucking-builder,” I hollered, throwing my head back to better appreciate the experience. Tired from sucking me off, Daniel got to his feet and began to gut punch my rock hard abs. He was really strong; not as strong as me, but the feeling still caused me to adjust my footing so I didn’t fall backwards. The floor was slick with the excretions made by our sexy bodies, but we didn’t care. This had to go on and become more and more fervent. I HAD TO FUCKING GROW!!!!! Daniel buried his face in my pectoral cleavage and slurped up the sweat that clung to the fine, dark-blonde hairs of my chest. My dick was so insanely swollen now that it fenced with Daniels considerable member as they jostled for space between our bodies. Our muscles pressed against each other, like some kind of delicious morphing fusion. This would get even better once Flex slipped his gigantic cock into the pouting, hungry hole of my bodybuilt ass. I suddenly felt stronger than ever. I began to push back against Flex’s invasive onslaught. He slid on the precum-soaked floor and I pushed him with enough force to knock him flying onto a wrestling mat. This got Daniel very excited and now all three of us were growling like madmen and wanting ours muscles to fuckin’ burst open with crazy amounts of new, rippling and impregnable muscle. I turned about and saw Flex sprawling on the mat, chest upwards, his huge dick bobbing and throbbing above him. His cock head oozed a torrent of precum. We’d soon be soaked in it. “Hold that postion,” I roared, before turning around and literally planting myself down with force atop Flex. His dick tore into my asshole, tunnelling upwards to the point some of my internal organs shifted to allow it room. “Unnghhhhh.... so good,” I roared. I began to buck up and down heavily on his dick, taking every one of its 20+ inches. It was thicker than two beercans, too. I was virtually being torn a bigger arsehole and the feeling was something words cannot describe. But I wanted more pressure; more force. As if reading my mind Daniel bounced down on top of me, his 950+ lbs of muscle mass adding to my own. Flex was just about able to bear our combined weight, and the extra pressure bearing down on his dick caused me to shoot a massive load all over Daniel. Flex, likewise shot into me. He filled my anus with several liters of his salty creme. But there would be plenty left for us all to slurp down and lick from each others’ delicious, manly musculature. I then returned Flex the favor by fucking him deeply for several minutes whilst I let Daniel clean out my hole with his strong, penetrating tongue. After the orgy we wrestled on the mat and got horny again. We played with weight plates, ripping them in half like phone books, although I managed this with ease, whereas my lesser playmates could only dent them slightly. I really was that fucking strong!!! We soon got bored and tired and fell asleep on the mat in a heap of undulating muscle, soothed by each others softening breaths and quieting heartbeats. I still wasn’t growing. The tingle wasn’t there. Maybe after our nap and some lunch, things might be different.

- Chapter 4 - Meet The Perfect Subject "Hey, what are these?" My roommate holds up a stack of bills, which I did not realise it was there at the counter. He managed to see the sender before I do, and shit - it was the sound system company. "What were you doing? Soundproofing the house?" He asked me, half-jokingly. I panicked a little and told him that I have issues sleeping, and so I thought this might help. He nodded, seemingly accepted my answer. He put down the bills and walked over to the sink. "I'll get this done." He points at the dirty dishes and gets to work. "Phew, that was a close one." I scolded myself a little and reminded myself to be more careful with my plan. I'm glad he didn't press on further, but is that a little too easy? I shook my head and ignored it, for now, maybe I'm just overthinking this. I'll admit: I'm a useless piece of shit. What moral, what conscience - it's not happening, or rather, not giving me any self-control to stop this at once. With this power at hand, I am imagining all sorts of possibilities I can make of Charles. I look over to Charles as he washes the dishes - his wide shoulders are now looking like fitness model now, but I secretly want more. His lean body mass now adorned by visible veins, running down his arms. I shudder a little, I have a thing with muscles. I like my men big, you see - the bigger, the better. I was looking at Charles scrubbing the pots and pans, the rhythmic pattern sends vibration up his pillowy pecs and they bounce a little with every motion. I want him even bigger and I'm dying to make him even bigger. My cock responded faster than I did, I quickly turn away before it gets too obvious. "All done! Thanks for your awesome dinner tonight, man." Charles stretches his arm over his head, giving me the first view of his cobblestone abs. I swallowed my saliva, trying hard to hold myself from touching him. I nonchalantly wave back at him and he adjourned to his bedroom after waving back at me. My heart skips a beat when I hear the lock clicks and I quickly get to work. I swear I did not waste a single second as I switched on my computer and opened the script. It's time for a major upgrade for the script. I went through the script line by line, making sure I add every little detail to create my perfect subject. I'd probably let my lust took over me for a bit as I frantically type away, editing the script in its extreme details. I dropped in more muscle growth, setting his body to the maximum anabolic state. I optimised his hormone output, making sure that he's growing bigger, but not losing hair with the excessive testosterone. He would get a little hairier, a little taller and a little more promiscuous - flirtatious even, from the boost of the male hormone. To get the script lock and loaded from the inside out, I address self-image issues in the script. I wrote at length on how all we are is a mere human, what we have is just a body, you know the whole "taking care of your temple and share it with the world" kinda thing. I make him very competitive in the gym, and I make him feel very aroused after every set he lifts. It will arouse him immensely, he will crave from this release and the amazing euphoria that comes after every productive gym session. I also added in the part that grows his cock huge, as if it's a part of the muscles in his body. Then, I will increase his cum production in his heavy sack of balls. This is about to get interesting. Though I'm not sure if so many new suggestions would be the most efficient way to approach this, I am too horny at this point to analyse these factors. I save the script and let it run throughout the night like I always do. I look up at the clock and realised I've spent 3 hours on this - I too adjourned to my bedroom. That night, I have the most erotic dream about Charles, and strangely, me. I dreamt of us, growing into this muscular behemoth and woke up with the hardest morning wood in my entire life. "I need to take care of this, quick." I chuckle a little and dash into the bathroom.

who dis? What a nice man! Man , I loveyour stories. They are always great

I can smell the heterosexual from this story its so straight. Will there be a part 2? Any chance cayden will get dominated by jasper in any way? Would love to see jasper humiliate cayden. So i assume cayden is now not only smaller than jasper but has lost all alpha traits as well? reduced to a small wimp?

- 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.

-Chapter 2- Meet the new Charles It would be a clear understatement if I said I'm excited to see where this one goes. Think about all the possibilities that could take place, just by using hypnosis, how could anyone not appreciate this? I still have an issue with my double standards, but this is tempting as hell, especially after seeing what's possible on Charles. The transition needs to be seamless and gradual, I'm not ready to suffer from any repercussion that may arise at this point, nor am I eager to let anyone find out what a manipulative person I am (literally). As I frantically type my way through the entire script, I've made sure that I include all the necessary details for my dear roommate, Charles. My heart skipped a beat when I clicked "Save". As I configured to let the script run throughout the night, I hear my roommate just outside the door - his key brushing against the wooden frame. Like a teenager trying to watch porn in the middle of the night, I was terrified. I must have spent longer than I expected on the script and cut too close on his shift. In lightning speed, I have a finger on the monitor's power button and another hand pushing the chair back to its original position. My experience probably speaks for itself - I just hope he doesn't check on the temperature of the computer screen. When the door swings open, I'm already on my bed - eager to see what happen soon. I'm unsure how long does it take for subliminal scripts as such may take to see apparent and significant changes. I guess I would then have to find out for myself. Didn't have much luck, though. Charles' colleague fell ill the very next day and Charles was put on double-shift at the cafe until he recovers. Probably this is doing me a favour, you perverted freak. Heh, I'll still gladly take the title anyway. "Hey, wanted to ask you something," Charles asked me on a fine morning while we were having breakfast over the countertop, precisely a week and a half since the commencement of the new script. I was so occupied trying to figure out if there's anything different about Charles, I barely heard him. I could've sworn to see a faint outline of both his pecs and the coming of abs, which is new because he doesn't really work out - what did I even write in the script again? He calls out to me again - and this time, I better respond in time. I look him in the eyes and wait, stubbles? "Isn't it hot in here?" he asked, I have to tear my sight away from his face for a moment. I nodded in agreement - hot and humid weather, aren't really my thing as well. "I'm glad that shirts are optional," he smirks. Have I not noticed how cute he is when he smiles? I was in cloud nine already when he picks up and turns to the sink to wash the dishes. His butt, though. It's screaming "BUBBLE" at me in all caps. I'm getting really curious to see what's underneath it. "Okay, I'm off to work," he grabs his bag from the countertop and wave goodbye. As the door closes, it's already 10 am. If I don't get ready by then, I would be late for work! I quickly run to my the shower room for a quick shower. My reflection in the mirror seems different though - I vaguely remember getting up for breakfast, but I guess I probably forgot to put on a shirt. Didn't know I'm actually looking quite good recently. No big deal anyway, I then proceed to shower and immediately head to work.

I'm assuming that this has been forgotten