After homeroom ended and the teacher was being attended to by some concerned students, Jacob made his way down the hall to his first class. He couldn’t help but get a little hard looking at the faces of the other students as be moved around them. His posing session had left him feeling pretty pumped. Eventually he started to day dream about the brutal workout he would have after school.
His first two classes were essential the same situation. He walked in and was greeted by shocked stares and disturbed reactions to his hulking body. Fortunately, both classrooms had detached seats so Jacob could actually sit. The teachers had a lot of trouble concentrating and regularly looked in Jacob’s direction which caused them to lose their train of thought. At any given moment there was a least three kids staring slack-jawed at Jacob’s gigantic biceps, bloated quads or heaving pecs. The novelty of their reactions was quickly wearing thin and Jacob filled his time planning future workouts and meal plans.
Finally it was lunch time and Jacob made his way to the cafeteria as fast as he could. With three plates loaded to the brim with food, He sat at the nearest table and started to devour the food. After eating two full plates he looked up to see at least 100 eyes staring at him. As he scanned the room, his gaze stopped at a nearby table occupied by six guys. They were all looking at Jacob and then back at each other. It was obvious they were talking about him. Jacob immediately noticed that they looked like the most athletic guys at this school. If they were not in his presence, Jacob figured they would be considered big and buff. Three of the guys were considerably bigger than the typical senior. It was clear they worked out and had more than average builds. Two of the guys looked smaller than the other three but still stood out compared to the rest of the students. The final guy was the smallest of the group and looked a little nerdier than the others. As Jacob started to eat his third plate, they group stood up and started to leave, but not before shooting him some dirty looks.
It was at this moment Jacob felt a timid tap on his left shoulder. He turned to see a very nervous looking woman standing next to his seat.
“J-Jacob?” She said. “The principal would like to see you.”
Jacob stood up slowly and as the woman saw his fully extended mass, suddenly became a bundle of nerves and stammered to give Jacob instructions about where to go.
Jacob raised his hand and said “Don’t worry, I’ll find the office.”
He waddled into the empty office and took a seat across from the large wooden desk. He scanned the room and noticed that among the many books and files, there were also a few wrestling trophies and weightlifting metals. Jacob even spotted a container of protein powder in the corner of the room near what looked like a gym bag. Jacob smiled as he realized that his principal might be a former jock.
A few seconds later Jacob heard someone enter the room behind him.
“Jacob. I’m Principal Dixon.” The person said.
Jacob stood and turned to face the principal. As he rose, he squared his shoulders which caused his pecs to bounce and his traps to flex slightly.
“Wow! I heard you were huge but I wasn’t prepared for just how big you really are.” Principal Dixon said as he moved to his side of the desk and sat down.
Jacob sat back down and folded his arms across his chest. There was a wave of pulsing muscle as his body morphed to accommodate his insane proportions. Once settled, Jacob surveyed his new principal. He instantly noticed the man’s body. He was wearing a suit jacket over a sweater but even with the layers of clothes, Jacob could tell he was built. There was a clear definition between his shoulders and arms. A prominent chest was evident through the jacket. Next, Jacob noticed Principal Dixon was younger than he expected. He looked like he was in his late 30s or early 40s.
While Jacob inspected him, Principal Dixon was doing the same. His eyes darted all over Jacob’s exposed skin. After an extended period of silence, Principal Dixon gave his head a slight shake and cleared his throat.
“Sorry, I’ve just haven’t seen a kid your age with so much muscle before. Are you really only 18?!”
“Yup, my birthday was two months ago. But I have to correct you Principal Dixon, I’m not big at all.”
Jacob raised his right arm and flexed his mammoth bicep. It instantly inflated to a rock-hard mountain of muscle and vein.
“This is only 22”. I need it to be 28” at least.”
Principal Dixon was visibly taken aback. “22” at 18?”
“Yeah I know, it sounds impressive but I’m nowhere near big enough yet.” Jacob responded and raised his left arm. As he flexed his lats expanded so wide they hung off the sides of the chair.
“Incredible” Principal Dixon muttered under his breath. He shuffled in his chair and stared at a stack of paper on desk, purposefully avoiding looking at Jacob.
“Jacob, I called you in to my office today to talk about what happened in your homeroom class today. Mr. Paterson had to be checked out by the school nurse and has taken a few days off to recover. While I admit you are an extremely well-proportioned young man, I can’t have repeated incidents like that happening at my school. I would like to ask that you try harder to dress more, um, conservatively at school so you do not cause a disturbance like that again.” Mr. Dixon said and finally raised his head to look at Jacob.
Jacob didn’t respond right away. Instead, with his arms will still folded across his chest, he started to flex. His muscles erupted. His forearms looked like two giant hams wrapped around each other while his biceps and chest fought for real estate. Veins as thick as garden hoses appeared on every exposed inch. Even from the front, his lats swelled so wide they could be seen.
“You’re right Principal Dixon, I am a well-proportioned young man. And the last thing I would want would be to cause another disturbance but as you can clearly see, these muscle have a life of their own.” He said as he slowly stood up and took a step away from the desk.
He unfolded his arms and turned to his side. With one fluid motion, he started to perform a side chest pose that would rival the current Mr. Olympia. When he was about to be fully flexed he relaxed his muscle and restarted the pose again only this time, he moved slower and more deliberately. His entire upper body swelled to twice his original size. His 56” chest rose to graze his chin while his arms swelled to their max. Jacob couldn’t help but let out a load moan of pleasure as his muscles reached their maximum size. There was a load ripped sound as his right lat finally broke free from his skin-tight tank top. Jacob released the flex and turned away from the Principal.
“Just when you think I can’t possibly be this jacked I just keep growing more and more freaky” he said as he positioned himself for a rear lat spread. But instead of flexing both sides of his back at once, Jacob only flexed his left lat. It swung from his body like a barn door opening. Once it was fully extended, the right lat muscle sprung into action and grew to match the left. The shear size of his back was made even more incredible by the minuscule size of his waist. Once his back was fully flexed he let out a load roar and willed even more width to materialize. The added mass was met with three simultaneous tears down the back of his tank top. With one final primal grunt the shirt completely separated and fell away from his now sweaty back.
Jacob turned to face Principal Dixon. He placed his hands on the desk and started to tighten his forearms, biceps and triceps. The individual muscles pulses and expanded at will.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. This massive freak is going to do whatever the hell he wants. I can tell you can’t get enough of this mass and frankly, I like how much you are into this muscle. I know you like big muscle and wish you were half as big as me. I’ll show as much of my body as I want and you’ll just have to deal with that. But the what really gets me going is testing my strength. You see, I may be one the biggest teenagers in the world but I AM the strongest human that has ever walked the earth. You think I got this huge doing basic gym exercise? Sure, I can out lift most professional bodybuilders but that’s just a fraction of what I can do.”
Jacob turned and started to move towards the door.
“You look confused. Follow me and I’ll give you a taste of what I mean.”
As the double doors of the cafeteria opened there were gasps from the crowd of students still eating their lunch when they saw Jacob’s exposed and pumped upper body.
“I assume you’ve all heard about what happened in my home room class this morning. Well, that was nothing. I want to show you all just how freaky this massive body can be.” Jacob announced to the crowd of students.
He waddled to a large empty table. It was eight feet long and was made of thick, durable metal. Jacob looked down and saw that it was bolted to the floor. A smile formed on his face as he placed his hands under the top. Instantly, hundreds of new veins erupted across his forearms and biceps. He started to apply pressure but nothing happened. He looked up to see some kids snickering while other looks confused. With one violent tug, there was a loud screeching of metal as the table started to move. Jacob squared his massive shoulders, causing a new wave of muscle to cascade over his upper body and tugged the table once more. Another loud screech was followed by a deafening pop as one of the bolts popped out of the floor.
“Fuck yeah!” he roared as he applied more of his inhuman strength.
He heard a few screams from the crowd as the metal table started to shake. Suddenly another pop and a bolt flew three feet in the air. Jacob let out a loud roar and the entire end of the table was dislodged from the floor. He easily curled the giant piece of metal until it was level with his rock-hard chest. Instead of moving to the other side of the table to repeat his maneuver, he adjusted his grip so his hands held each side of the table top. He moved his quads so his centre of gravity was under the end of the table. With a violent jerking motion, he started to pull the table towards himself. His already pumped quads looked to double in size as each muscle flexed and expanded. He looked up briefly to see looks of horror on the faces of the students witnessing his display of inhuman power. He refocused his attention on the table and with one more tug, tried to pull the opposite end off the ground and towards him but the table didn’t move. He readjusted his grip and pulled again but still, the table did not move. Jacob slammed the table down and took a step back. He raised his arms and let out a bellow that shook the glass windows. The crowd of students looked on in horror.
Jacob planted his legs once more but leaned his body lower to the floor. He grabbed the sides of the table again but this time he looked like he was competing in a tug of war. With the lower posture, he was able to engage not only his quads and arms but also his back. As he started to pull again, ever exposed muscle in his body exploded with previously unseen mass. A new wave of screams and cries filled the room. Jacob was reduced to primal growls as his continued to pull. At first nothing happened but suddenly a low screeching sound could be heard. His whole body began to shake as he summoned more strength. Through his gritted teeth, spit started to spray out of his mouth and Jacob looked like a rabid beast and refused to stop pulling. The metal legs still bolted to the ground started to bend, slow at first then faster as they succumbed to Jacob’s power. There was a deafening cracking noise when the two bent metal legs snapped off and the table was finally freed from the floor. Jacob was pulled so hard he stumbled back and few feet with the table still in his grip. He dropped the heavy metal table and stood to face the crowd.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL FREAKY!” he screamed and raised his arms and hit the most incredible double bicep pose. Jacob was flexing for himself and not the crowd of students. He was clearly getting off on showing them what his massive body was capable of.
“That was just a warm up. I need to test all this massive muscle.” He said and walked towards the table. He ran his hand over the cool metal surface. The table weighted over 200 pounds and while the legs were bent, it’s top was still intact.
Jacob turned to the crowd and said “Get on.”
No one moved, clearly they didn’t understand what he was asking.
“I said GET ON. Climb onto this table NOW!” he ordered.
Slowly, a few students timidly climbed on to of the table.
“MORE OF YOU!”
Still unaware of what he was planning, more students followed the others. Soon there were eight kids sitting on the table.
“Do you want to see just how powerful I am?” Jacob asked without really caring what they wanted. He waddled over to the table and looked at the terrified faces of the students sitting on top.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need some serious weight to really test myself.” He said. The students looked at each other with more confusion and additional fear.
Jacob bent down and crawled under the table. The crowd gasped as they started to figure out what was about to happen. The kids sitting on top grabbed hold of each other in complete terror.
It took Jacob a moment to maneuver his incredible bulk underneath the table but eventually he was contorted into a compact crotched position. With a grunt, he started to lift. At first the table didn’t move but Jacob was undeterred. His big hands were positioned on either side of his head but he was so compacted under the table that he did not have much room to gain leverage. He pushed harder but again, the table did not budge. A look of frustration washed over his face as his arms and shoulders shook with intense effort. For a third time he tried to lift the table and it’s occupants but again, nothing happened.
“Jacob! Enough!” said Principal Dixon who had appeared next to the table. “You’ve caused enough of a commotion. This is just insane!”
Jacob exhaled deeply and said in a low, almost whisper “Insane? I’ll show you insane. Stand back.”
Then something truly incredible happened. The table started to tremble. Principal Dixon and the rest of the crowd took a step away from the desk. A number the students huddled on the top had tears running down their faces. The trembling increased until it looked like the table was vibrating. Jacob was emitting truly horrific sounds from underneath and his entire body was shaking. Moments later, one of the table legs on the right side lifted off the ground followed soon after by the other. The right side of the table hovered an inch off the ground and soon the left side started to shake more until suddenly, it too started to rise. Jacob’s face was unrecognizable. His eyes were completed shut, his cheeks puffed out and his teeth were so tightly clenched they looked like they might crack. Tears ran down his cheeks and sweat dripped from his forehead. What was most shocking however were the veins. Every exposed inch of skin on Jacob’s face was covered with thick, pulsing veins. They ran down his forehead to his cheeks where they branched off and continued to his neck. It was truly horrific to the students watching because Jacob no longer looked human. He looked like a monster processed.
After a few seconds holding the table an inch off the ground it somehow rose higher. Using just his incredible shoulder and arm strength, Jacob was able to move the table higher but what he really needed to do was engage his quads but they were so compacted under the table he wasn’t able to do so. He feared his arms and shoulders would soon give out. The incredible weight they were holding was causing him excruciating pain. Just as the pain became unbearable Jacob did something even he didn’t expect . He lowered his head and flexed his giant traps. Two massive mounds of muscle rose on either side of his neck. He allowed the table to lower so it came in contact with the outrageously pumped traps. Now with this additional muscle to help his shoulders and arms the table became steady and again, started to rise. Forced to look down at his quads and calves, Jacob tried summon even more power. He willed his quads into action even though they were completely bent and offered very little leverage. Jacob felt a small movement in this quads and the was all he needed. Suddenly the table started to shake violently, causing the students to scream. With another deafening scream Jacob started to do the impossible, he started to stand up. It happened slowing and very unsteadily but when the table was four inches off the ground he was able to gain additional leverage and something deep inside the monstrous kid took over. His already pumped muscles exploded with newfound size and power. At six inches off the ground he felt this unstoppable power building throughout his body. The massive weight above him started to feel lighter and more manageable. Jacob finally opened his eyes so he could see the faces of his audience. He made direct eye contact with Principal Dixon who’s look of total shock and awe only spurred Jacob on. As if they were telepathically linked, Jacob imagined Principal Dixon shooting a huge load of cum while witnessing Jacob’s true power and just as the thought formed in his mind, Principal Dixon’s body started to shutter. A wet spot formed on the front of his pants as the table continued to rise. Maintaining eye contact with Principal Dixon, Jacob also released a flood of hot cum. It ran down his vein engorged quads and suddenly the weight of the metal table and the eight students on top felt like nothing to the herculean kid underneath. Jacob let out an orgasmic moan and rose to his full height. He didn’t have to look down at his quads to see that they had never been so pumped, he could feel the muscles touched each other even though his feet were spread apart. Jacob held the huge table across his massive shoulders and traps but did not let it down. Instead, he slowly turned so the whole room could see his inhumanly pumped body. He turned slowly which was an obviously hard task with such an unstable weight overhead but he managed a full 360 degree turn before returning his gaze to Principal Dixon.
“THIS IS WHAT TRUE POWER LOOKS LIKE!” Jacob bellowed to the awestruck crowd. He tilted the table to one side and the students slid off and fell into a pile on the ground. With just the table now over his head, he extended his arms and pressed the table higher. He released the table and let it come crashing down behind him. The loud bang as it hit the floor shook the Cafeteria’s walls.
Jacob stood tall for the whole room to see. His once jacked frame now looked to be three times it’s original size. No one in the room could Comprehend the sight before them and the display of power they had just witness.
“That was a good workout.” was all Jacob said as he waddled towards the double doors.
I know it's been a long time and frankly, I haven't been inspired to write very much. However, I recently received a message from someone on this site with a idea for a new story. As we chatted, I started to get an idea. Once I started writing, I realized the potential these ideas had. All that being said, I think this might be my best story yet but I'll let you be the judge. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Introducing Jacob...
It was the first day of senior year and Jacob wasn’t looking forward to it. It would be his first day at a new school for the third time in five years. Thanks to his dad getting yet another new job, he was starting all over once again.
Not that Jacob really minded. He didn’t have many friends from his old schools to miss and wasn’t really looking to make new ones either. He had only one real priority, becoming as big as humanly possible.
Jacob was undeniably the biggest 18 year old on the planet and if he wasn’t, he was certainly well on his way to becoming the biggest. Ever since he was elementary school, Jacob was obsessed with building muscle. It immediately became an obsession and consumed most of his time. When he wasn’t lifting huge weights, he was devouring insane quantities of food. His parents happily supported his choice because it made their many moves easier, as long as they moved his weights, Jacob never complained.
By the time he started junior high, Jacob could lift weights only veteran bodybuilders dreamed they could. In fact, to compare Jacob to a bodybuilder would be inaccurate, he desired to become something beyond what the most decorated professionals could ever dream of obtaining. He would scour the internet trying to find someone that had achieved the level of mass he was determined to obtain. Even freaks like Craig Goliath and Big Ramy were too small and weak to Jacob. He often turned to skillfully crafted morphs and artwork of fictional muscular giants just to get additional motivation.
Jacob woke up at 5 a.m. this morning so he could workout for two hours before school. He was dreading having to be stuck in class instead of spending the entire day working out. In the month since they had moved in, Jacob had done little else but lift. Aside from the odd trip to the grocery store, he hadn’t spent any time exploring his new town.
Stepping out of the shower, Jacob couldn’t help but admire his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He knew he would be the biggest kid at school but he didn’t care, to him, he was still too small. He dropped his towel and slowly raised his arms into a magnificent double bicep pose. He let out a low moan as he reached the full flex. He marvelled at his swollen biceps. He measured them after his gruelling workout at 22”. While he cursed himself about the number not being 24” earlier, he could not deny at this moment, his arms looked downright freaky attached to his 18 year old face. After a minute holding the pose, his arms were shaking but as more thick veins appear on his paper-thin skin, he couldn’t stop flexing. In his mind, he envisioned his arms surpassing his 28” waist. It was only moments later that he released the pose to grab hold of his raging cock. His intense muscle-lust coupled with his teenage sex drive resulted in this scene quite often. As Jacob stoked his cock, he caressed his bloated pecs. He kneaded the thick slabs of beef as the individual muscle fibres twitched and flexed. At 56”, his massive pecs cast a long shadow over his chiselled ads. With one final flex of his entire upper body, Jacob unleashed a thick stream of cum all over the mirror.
“Fuck, this school won’t believe their eyes” he said as he cleaned off some stray cum from his pecs and abs.
Jacob gabbed a clean tank top and audibly struggled to get it over his wide shoulders and lats. Even thought he tank was only a couple of weeks old, it already looked to be stretched to its limits. Next, he grabbed a very short pair of shorts that looked more like boxer briefs than outer wear. Jacob may not have cared wheat people thought of his body, but he certainly didn’t mind showing it off. After fixing his hair in the mirror, Jacob hit a mild most muscular pose. He heard a seam pop on his tank top and decided it was best to get going before he had to find something else to wear.
During his 10 minute walk to school, Jacob consumed two huge protein shakes and ate five protein bars. Just before he reached the front door, he looked down at his exposed quads and calves. He was immediately transfixed by the incredible pump his calves had gotten from the walk. He stopped to flex his left calf and couldn’t help moan as it swelled to a mind-boggling 21”. Thick rope-like veins covered every inch. He couldn’t help but run is hand over his outrageously massive quad, stopping to squeeze the bloated tear-drop muscle that literally hung over his tiny kneecap.
“Ok, enough of that. Time to prepare for the main event.” He said to himself as he opened the school main door and stepped inside.
“Oh my god!”
“Look at that FREAK!”
“Gross, that’s so DISGUSTING”
Just a few of the comments Jacob heard before he was 10 feet into the building. One guy walked into an open locker door and hit his head pretty hard. With a confident smirk on his face, Jacob walked down the hall searching for his homeroom class.
These reactions were nothing new to Jacob. In fact, he had learned to feed off them years ago. Next to using his insane strength and pumping his muscles well beyond their limits, seeing people freak out over his size was Jacob’s favourite thing. The first time he was called a freak really upset him. But as it continued to happen and with increased frequency the more he grew, Jacob realized that it meant he was starting to achieve his dream of becoming a true mass monster. The more disgusted people became the more motivated and quite frankly, aroused he became. Soon, Jacob wasn’t satisfied unless people became physically sick at the site of him. He loved cumming while replaying people’s over-the-top comments in his head. He also fantasied about getting those same reactions in the presence of the biggest professional bodybuilders. Imagining Big Ramy puking just at the sight of his unflexed body caused Jacob to cum the most.
By the time he found his classroom, news of the freaky huge new kid had spread to all corners of the school. As he stepped through the door, all talking stopped. Jacob surveyed the room of his slack-jawed school mates as he slowing made his way to the back of the room. Everyone stared in awe but no one dared to make a sound. The teacher looked confused when he walked in to a full room of silent teenagers. It wasn’t until he looked to the back of the class that he figured out why.
“Oh my! You must be Jacob!” He stammered. “They said you were big but I didn’t expect so much-“
“Huge, freaky muscle?” Jacob interrupted.
The teacher’s mouth remained open, but words stopped coming out. A minute later, he had regained enough composure to instruct the class to find their seats. After the students were seated, the teacher looked to the back of the room to see Jacob still standing.
“Um-please find a seat.” He said to Jacob.
“Sorry Teach but I don’t think these desks are made for someone like me.”
“Please sit.” The teacher said, trying to sound authoritative but it came out sounding scared and timid.
Jacob shook his head and tried to sit at the nearest desk. The entire class turned their heads and watched as the massive boy struggled to get seated. Loud creaks filled the room as Jacob’s massive body wedged itself into the seat. The desks were the table-top seat combos that offered very little in the way of adjustment. Jacob could barely fit his meaty quads in the gap between the seat and the desk. He tried for close to 30 seconds before becoming frustrated. Suddenly his fist slammed down on the top of the desk, cracking it instantly. Jacob then gripped the wooden desk and plastic seat and started to pull. His already bloated body exploded in size. There were audible gasps from the class. Jacob adjusted his grip and let out a low roar and pulled harder. With seemly little effort, the plastic seat was torn off the metal frame of the desk. Jacob tossed the seat and repositioned his hand on the metal frame. There was a load groan of screeching metal and the frame started to bend. Jacob’s arms visibly inflated and each individual muscle fibre leap into action. Jacob’s ridiculously wide back appeared to double in size as he continued to bend the metal frame like it was wet pasta. With one final grunt and tug, Jacob stood straight up and the desk disintegrated around him. He stepped out of the pile of desk parts and placed his hands on his hips.
“Told you the desk wasn’t made for this body.” He said and slowly flexed into a front lat spread.
Slowly his lats expanded until they jutted three feet from his sides. They only stopped swelling when they made contact with his equally massive arms and forearms. Next, his pecs rose upward and outward. Deep striations and countless veins snaked across they surface. Even under the tight tank top fabric, veins could been seen pulsing. Finally, Jacob’s traps rose up either side of his neck as his quads and calves flexed so huge, there was barely any separation between them.
At full flex, Jacob could hear loud screams and gags from the students in the room. Many had to look away in horror while others were clearly mortified at the sight they could not stop watching. Jacob turned to look a the teacher who was visible shaking and leaning against his desk to stop himself from collapsing on the floor.
“Oh my god! Please stop!” the teacher muttered.
“Sorry teach, I couldn’t hear you. Did you say come up the front of the class and show everyone just how insanely massive I am?” Jacob replied and slowly made his way towards the front of the class. It’s fair to say, Jacob always moved slowly, due mainly by the size of his quads. To even call how he moved walking was inaccurate; Jacob waddled.
Arriving at the front of the class, Jacob turned to face the class. He pointed to a skinny kid sitting in the first row and motioned for him to approach.
Jacob raised his arms and leaned forward. “Strip off this tank top. It’s pretty new and the only shirt I have. I want to try to make it last the whole day.”
The poor kid was shaking like a leaf.
“Come on dude. My lats are WAY too big for me to get this off myself. Don’t worry, I won’t bite; unless I get hungry.” Jacob said with a chuckle.
Slowly the kid started to peel the skin tight tank top up Jacob’s back. When it was halfway up Jacob was growing impatient.
“SOMEONE HELP HIM!” he yelled.
Another petrified student joined the first kid and within seconds the tank top was pulled over Jacob’s head. Once free, he slowly stood back up and the class was confronted by his exposed upper body and a new wave to terrified screams filled the room.
“This is what a 267lb 18 year old looks like. I’m only 5’8” but getting pretty close to being just as wide as that.” Jacob said and started to hit flawless poses each one accompanied by grunts, moans and exaggerated gasps.
“No 18 year old has 22” arms, 18” forearms, 56” pecs and a tiny 28” waist. Not to mention some of the biggest quads on the planet. Check out these 32” quads and 21” calves.”
“So Gross!” Someone yelled out.
“Gross? You think all this muscle is gross. You know what I think it is? SMALL. I’m plan to doubling this size in a couple of years!” Jacob said. He was breathing hard from hitting the different poses but saved the best for last. He extended his pumped left leg and leaned closer to the class. He slowly bent his arms and started to hit a most muscular pose. His already blood-filled body exploded in every direction. Jacob showed incredible muscle control and he willed each muscle group to flex and expand. His arms slammed into his flexed pecs as his shoulders solidified into pumpkin-sized striated bolders. His vein-covered traps rose to graze his ears as his neck thickened to become wider than his head. He tightened his already rock-hard abs so each developed muscle resembled the density of bricks. His shorts could not contain the monstrous beef of his quads and rose up so high it looked like a posing suit. Even with his legs spread apart, Jacobs calves looked like they were about to touch each other. At full flex, Jacob’s entire body was shaking. His skin now covered in the light layer of sweat which made his outrageous vascular look even more extreme. He let out a glass-shaking roar and he somehow continued to flex.
Through gritted teeth he screamed “I’m not stopping until someone either pukes or passes out.”
Most of the kids were screaming and covering their eyes. A few looked like they were ready to faint and more than one of the boys held their hands over their obvious erections. Still not seeing what he desired most, Jacob let out another scream as his flexed muscles were starting to cause him pain. A pain that pushed him to flex even harder. He slowly turned to face the teacher, who was cowering behind his desk. With one laboured step Jacob moved closer. He could see the terror in the teacher’s face.
“DO IT!” He commanded and within seconds, the teacher bent over and puked all over the top of his desk. He stood up and stumbled back, slamming into the chalkboard before collapsing on the floor. As Jacob relaxed his pose he smiled as he realized the teacher had a large wet stain on the front of his pants. His recently spent erection was clearly still rock-hard.
Jacob tuned to face the class once more. He picked his tank top off a nearby desk and waddled towards the back of the class.
“Is homeroom over yet?”
I walked into the club around 9 PM and it was already packed. Scanning around I saw that there were some very impressive costumes and even more impressive bodies in attendance. I made my way around the club doing my best to keep a low profile which was made easier by the black cape I was wearing draping over my shoulders in extremely low lighting. I ran into a few of the friends I planned to meet and spent some time chatting with them, many of whom were highly complementary of my costume and then shocked and extremely complementary when I showed them what was under the cape.
They all wanted me to stick around, and got extremely handsy which I deeply appreciated but I told them that I still needed to make the rounds and see who else was there. It didn’t take me long to find out where my prey was stationed as there was a large group congregating away from anything that should have caused a crowd like the stage or the bar.
Sure enough, even though they were surrounded by 30 or so guys all crowding together to get a look, I could easily make out the now Herculean form of Hugh at the center. If my transformation over the last couple hours was impressive, Hugh was truly otherworldly. Earlier today, he was maybe 210 lbs., now, he looked to be at least 60 lbs. heavier. He was hands down the biggest guy in the place right now, and I knew it was only going to increase. I made my way closer so that I could try to hear as much as possible.
“Flex for us man!”
“Let’s see those arms!”
“Can I feel?”
“Yeah me too man, gotta feel those huge arms!”
Over and over came the requests and adulation from the crowd. It was easy to see the effect it was having on him, and Hugh was happy to show off by going through various poses but he always denied anyone from touching him making sure to let everyone know that Lee was there and was his boyfriend. A couple times someone was brave and grabbed onto Hugh without asking and his hand was immediately slapped away but it was getting harder and harder to stop all the advances. I made my way over to the bar to get a drink and as it was delivered, I heard Lee’s voice next to mine placing an order.
“Oh! Hey Lee! Didn’t expect to see you here! Was this the party you guys were talking about earlier at the gym?” I asked in mock surprise.
“James! Wow I didn’t recognize you! Nice costume!” This caused a little flare of anger as I wore the same costume last year with him to a party. Obviously, it wasn’t as memorable of a night for you as it was for me...
“Yeah feel a bit bad at using the same costume two years in a row but didn’t really plan on coming here tonight until last minute.” I took a sip of my drink before continuing “Looks like Hugh’s popular!” I nodded in the direction of the still expanding crowd. Lee looked back over his shoulder at his monolithic boyfriend dressed up as the Hulk and looking every bit the part still surrounded by an even larger crowd than moments ago and looked even more conflicted than earlier.
“Yeah ever since we arrived, he’s been mobbed by people. Everyone wants to cop a feel.” His tone was evidently filled with annoyance and a touch of jealousy. “It’s weird though.”
“What’s weird? Seems to me that when you get to that size everyone wants to feel you. Despite the possibility of getting green paint all over. Perfect strangers stop to ask you to flex for them. Especially in a place like this. He should be proud.”
“That’s just it though.” Lee said and for a moment he looked panicked. “He just got to that size, yet he doesn’t seem to notice or be bothered by it.”
“Why would he be bothered by it? And what do you mean he ‘just’ got to that size? He’s been working hard for it for years so he shouldn’t be. You don’t really notice the progress in yourself unless you compare pics...” Lee cut me off here.
“That’s not what I mean.” Now he looked desperate to share something though it was agonizing him. “I know this is going to sound crazy, and I don’t know why it’s freaking me out as it’s a dream come true but he’s literally blown up about 50 pounds in just a few hours!”
“What?” I asked him looking incredulous. “Oh, ha ha... very funny Lee. Nice try at a Halloween joke. Just because Hugh is dressed up and colored to look like the Hulk-”
“I’m not kidding!” Lee said getting more and more worked up. “Ever since the gym it’s been like he’s constantly growing! During the workout I thought it was just the pump, but then in the locker room... I mean I’ve always fantasied about muscle growth like this, you know that, but it’s really happening and he doesn’t seem to notice, or at least doesn’t care and it’s freaking me out! I begged him not to come to this thing tonight until we figure out what’s going on, probably take him to the hospital but he kept insisting on coming.”
“Well can you blame him? He looks great and he’s worked for years to get to this point.”
“Except he hasn’t!” Lee said looking angry now. “I mean yes, he has worked out for years, but this growth all happened in a few hours, not years!”
“What are you talking about? Ever since I’ve known him, he’s been the biggest guy I know, well one of them. Just worked extra hard over the last year is all. I told you that when you guys were moved in together that your growth would really take off.”
“What?” Lee looked at me like I had three heads now. “You know he wasn’t this big at the gym earlier today.”
“Sure he was! Take a look at his Instagram, you’ll see.” I took another sip of my drink while watching Lee pull out his phone and pull up the Instagram app. It took a few seconds for him to unlock the phone, open the app and find the profile but when he did, he almost dropped the phone.
“That’s not...” Lee was staring at the picture from just a few hours ago and couldn’t take it in. There was Hugh looking almost exactly as he was now minus the green body paint. Massive, thick, a true roided out meathead. There was even an updated caption about breaking the 300 lb. barrier just in time to play the Hulk for the party tonight. “No that’s not possible.” Lee said and backed out of the picture to look at others on his boyfriends' profile. Each one showed Hugh nearly as huge as he now appeared. All the exact same shots as before, but now he was blown up to the cartooned, steroid laced, hulked out monster he appeared in the club.
“You okay Lee? I think you should sit down.” He looked like he was about to fall over. Lee sat down on a stool and put his head into his hands clearly confused.
“I don’t get it... he didn’t look like this before today, I swear it.” Lee said not really talking to me anymore but more to himself.
“His progress has been remarkable but I told you when you broke up with me that even I couldn’t blame you for getting together with a guy his size. We both have the same muscle fetish so even though I was hurt I understood. Hugh is a beast and he’s only going to get bigger! That’s what you always wanted right?” Lee looked unable to speak now. He took the drink that the bartender had long since deposited in front of him and slammed it down in one go.
“Doesn’t make sense... he wasn’t... I-” Lee was rambling now, not even really paying attention to me. I indicated to the bartender to bring another round for Lee and it appeared about a minute later.
“Look Lee, don’t overthink it. Just enjoy it! You’re with the biggest and most desired guy in the place right now, you should be proud and thrilled about that. I’m going to go make the rounds but I’ll see you later hmm?” I patted him on the shoulder and waited a second before turning and making my way through the crowd.
I found a few more friends dotted around the club that I chatted with for a bit before we all decided to hit the dance floor. I danced for a while, awkwardly due to my new size and getting quite a bit more attention after I shucked the cape and guys could get a better view of my arms bulging through the sleeves. That attention increased more when the fabric finally gave up trying to hold in my arms during all my dancing and I started ripping the sleeves. Finally, I put my plan into action and tore off the sleeves at the shoulder and finally allowed all the thirsty boys nearby to get a good look at my ripped, veiny, powerful arms (as much as possible in the strobing and laser filled club lighting). The effect was almost instantaneous. I had a dozen guys suddenly shift their way closer to me in order to rub up against me. I felt hands running up and down each arm plus a few along other areas of my body and it was definitely causing a powerful reaction in my pants. It didn’t take long after that for a hand or two (or twelve) to make their way to my cock or ass and rubbing through the obscenely tight leggings followed by a rotation of guys pressing their hungry asses up against it.
“Who are you supposed to be anyway?” A guy yelled into my ear over the thumping of the house music.
“The Buff Bandit” I said with a wink, a double bicep flex then kept on dancing. I had been telling people I was Robin Hood as it was a quicker answer but I’d thought of myself as the Buff Bandit since I pulled out the costume.
“Well you definitely stole my heart.” I heard the reply and couldn’t help but laugh. It was a cute yet cheesy attempt at a pickup line and I knew he was desperate for some one on one attention but it wasn’t my focus tonight.
After a few more dances, I finally decided it was time to go all out and started to pull the shirt off over my head. Mostly this was due to the fact that I could tell I was about to rip the shirt in more than just the arms and I was positively roasting now and it was drenched in sweat. I hadn’t really noticed it while dancing but now I took a second to focus, I could feel that I was bigger still. My shoulders were wider and causing further tears in the shirt, my pecs and lats had already made their marks with tears along their seams and I knew with one good, long, intense most muscular, my back would flare out enough to rip the back of the shirt to ribbons. I tried to pull it off over my head, but it was quickly made apparent that it wasn’t going to survive so I just started hulking out of it.
The feeling was so much better than I could have ever dreamed! And I’d dreamed about this a lot over the years! Feeling my muscles swell, harden and stretch the fabric tight... tighter... TIGHTER before feeling it finally split was beyond words. The relief of having the freedom from clothing was nearly orgasmic. That same pressure building within your balls before that explosion is exactly what it felt like bursting from my shirt. Followed by the same post orgasm bliss. Only difference was that after I was done, I was immediately hungry to get bigger and to find another shirt to do it with again! I pulled off the tattered remnants of my shirt and tossed them on the floor.
Within seconds I had hands just about everywhere. On my abs, feeling up my pecs, rubbing my shoulders, it was glorious! I’ve never had that kind of attention from even one guy, now I had it from a half dozen. It was a potent drug; one I could easily see getting addicted to! I started flexing for the hungry hands that were caressing my body. Random poses in rapid fire succession. I recognized a few of the guys that were groping me as ones that had been circling vulture-like around Hugh before and scanned around the club to find that he and Lee weren’t anywhere to be found.
Suddenly my phone started to vibrate in my pants (no pockets on spandex leggings) and I realized it was my alarm. It was now 11PM so I had one more hour to go before Halloween was over. Immediately pulling myself out of the group of worshippers I had accumulated, with mutual dissatisfaction from both myself and each of them, I made my way out of the club and to my car. It took me quite a while as I had many, many guys trying to get my attention if not my phone number or to get me to go home with them, but I plowed on as I had a strict schedule to keep.
Getting into my car I pulled up Instagram and searched quickly for Lee and Hugh’s profiles to check the progress. Sure enough, there was Hugh at a size that was reserved for only the truest of roided freaks. He was 350 pounds if he was one and looked like he could hardly move in most of those shots. The last posting was made by Hugh between one and two hours ago from inside Tric and he was all but bursting out of his costume, what little of it there was left at least. Surrounded by as many of his adoring fan club as was possible to get in the shot with him. Interestingly, there was one person missing from the shot: Lee.
I grinned as I started my car and put it into gear.
I arrived at my destination about 15 minutes later and made my way up to the 8th floor. Walking down the hall and finding myself in front of a door I’d never visited but knew was the right one, I raised my hand and knocked. There was a few seconds of silence before I could hear footsteps approaching the door and Lee opened it.
“James!” he called clearly shocked and then looked up and down the hallway as though expecting someone else. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d stop by and check on the progress of things. Mind if I come in?” I pushed my way past Lee not waiting for his reply into the apartment and Lee followed after clearly distraught and confused.
“What are you talking about? And how did you know where we lived? I never gave you our address, did I?”
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t move until after you cut all communication with me so I never knew where this place was. Just part of the spell, I guess.” As I was talking, I could see Lee scanning my body up and down. Still shirtless from the club and my leggings hanging from me having also burst open during my drive from the growth in my quads and calves. He was barely listening to me as the sight of me looking every bit his wet dream was causing a near overload of his mind. Too much was happening all at once for him to process: Hugh’s unexplainable growth that no one but he seemed to notice, and now the guy he rejected also growing bigger and better looking than ever... better than he possibly could in such a short time... but then his brain came back to focus at the word “spell”.
“Spell?” Lee repeated looking deeply confused but also scared now. “What spell?”
“The one I cast on you both this afternoon at the gym.” I folded my arms across my chest, or at least I attempted to as best I could but my new size was making the normally easy task a challenge. “Guess I’m not quite used to this new muscle mass yet.” I said giving Lee a sly look. “This part of the spell at least made sense. Truthfully that’s what I expected to happen all along when I cast it. That I would slowly syphon off size from Hugh making me bigger than he was. But seems like whatever power is behind this had other plans, and I must say, I’m enjoying them.” I felt a weird tingling on my face, chest, forearms, back and legs. Not unpleasant but certainly foreign. I looked down at my protruding chest to see hair sprouting and thickening the pelt I already had. Unfolding my arms, I raised them up to see the same effect on them as well. Unable to see my back I turned around so that it was shown to Lee and he could watch it fill in and darken. While I was turned, I heard him give a low, almost imperceptible moan. I grinned broadly at this sound remembering just how much of a fan he was of really hairy guys, or at least really hairy really muscular guys. I’m becoming his ultimate fantasy guy I thought as I turned back around to face Lee.
There was a blood curdling scream that came from what I assumed was the bedroom. Lee’s eyes went wide and he darted for it while I casually strolled in after him eager to see the fruits of the spell’s labor.
Lying in the middle of a queen size bed was a truly grotesque sight. Hugh was now well over 400 lbs., but it wasn’t the attractive sort of size that I know they were both imagining. This wasn’t a roided out, moderately conditioned, morphed up size that they expected. Instead there was a misshapen blob of muscle that was covered in deep red and purple stretch marks, several of which were just now starting to be dotted with drops of blood. Hugh’s body looked to be comprised more of tumors than muscle.
“Holding up better than I would have thought.” I remarked as I entered the room and closed the door. You could practically hear Hugh growing. An eerie sound of shifting tissue and creaking bedframe as more and more mass was being magically added into Hugh’s body.
“Please help James.” Lee called frantically as he tried to comfort Hugh who was clearly in agony. “I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t know what to do! I called 911 and thought that’s who was at the door instead of you.”
“Oh, they won’t show up.” I said nonchalantly at this.
“What? Yes they will, they told me they were on their way when I called.”
“But did you call?” I said still standing there with my arms crossed looking smug. “Check your phone.” Lee looked at me but seemed incapable of finding words. Instead he pulled his phone out and checked the log.
“But... I called... I KNOW I CALLED!” He yelled as he frantically scrolled up and down not finding any record of the outbound call in his phone. I couldn’t help but laugh now.
“Yes, you did call, but it was erased. Shame too as I bet that dispatcher would have been telling the story of your call for years. Some guy going on and on about his boyfriend growing more and more muscular almost out of control. Sounds like a drug addict on a really bad trip doesn’t it? And on Halloween night to boot, that’s when all the crazies come out you know and they get no end of prank calls.” I laughed some more at the look on Lee’s face. “But the spell took care of that so no, they aren’t actually coming. It’s just the three of us, for now. Just like how despite Hugh’s blood curdling screams none of your neighbors have called the cops. Guessing either your room slash apartment is magically soundproofed or they’re just made oblivious to the noise. Similarly, the modified pictures on Hugh’s Instagram feed to make you question your sense of reality and history. Unexpected that the spell caused you to feel gaslighted just like how the two of you made me feel. Disorienting not feeling like you can trust your own thoughts or emotions isn’t it Lee? Yes, that twist was truly unexpected.”
“I don’t understand...” Lee said now completely overwhelmed by what was going on.
“No, I don’t expect you would. Let me break it down for you: I received a very special gift a few days ago that promised to be the means to restore balance in my life. Balance from what you two caused. That gift was a spell designed to teach you that to get what you want, there is always a cost. You’ve seen Full Metal Alchemist Lee; I know you understand the Law of Equivalent Exchange. I cast the spell on you at the gym this afternoon and it seems that the main outcome was to cause Hugh to grow into the sort of massive muscle freak you both fantasized about. Truth be told, I was not thrilled to see you both gaining even more of what you wanted from something designed to bring balance to me. However, what became clearer as time passed was not the only effect of the spell. The problem when fantasy becomes reality, it doesn’t always match up like we hope. You wanted to grow more muscular, bigger than anyone else in the world, but you didn’t factor in all the consequences to that choice, specifically that you only wanted muscle to grow, not the skin that contains it. Nor the fact that it’s putting extreme strain on his heart trying to supply enough blood to those impossibly large muscles, or any number of other biological factors that are now grossly out of whack.”
“Please make it stop!” Lee suddenly yelled at me, pleading with eyes popping in pure horror at what I had told him. “Please James, I’m sorry for what we did to you but please make this stop, you’re hurting him!”
“You’re not sorry for what you did, you’re sorry you got caught, or more accurately sorry that you now have to pay for it. You thought you could simply ignore a problem you caused until it goes away but that’s not the case here. The longer you ignored this, the more it built up. I told you, I’m not doing anything. This is all your doing. The combined will of both of you. I provided the engine; you provided the fuel. You’re the ones that have been fanning the flame since. I bet after the gym the two of you got really hot and heavy, didn’t you? Bet that was some of the best sex you’ve ever had right?”
Lee was stunned speechless here. I could see the memories of what happened after they left the gym playing behind his eyes. That in the heat of the moment, despite everything his rational mind was telling him, his lust for Hugh and what was happening to him was too powerful to ignore. I felt a wave of warmth and energy fill me and knew I was expanding just a bit more in that moment. Moaning deeply in pleasure as I felt my muscles pulse and swell bigger. Refining would be a better word to describe what was happening as I could feel the skin tighten around my muscles while the last vestiges of fat melted away. If I was ripped before, I was in peak contest condition now. Almost simultaneously, and conversely, Hugh gave out a series of painful moans and yells as his body also continued to expand and swell causing more and deeper stretch marks to appear on his skin. Every move he made, even the simple act of breathing was causing the skin to stretch then tear more and more. The reflex of tensing up against the pain was only causing it to worsen.
We were like mirror opposites in these last minutes of Halloween. I was feeling nothing but bliss and pleasure at my transformation while Hugh was feeling nothing but pain and anguish from his. An equal yet opposite reaction. Keeping the scales balanced I thought. I could see the look on Lee’s face as his eyes darted back and forth between me and Hugh. Trapt between lust and horror, worried for Hugh, angry with me for causing this but also desiring me as his ultimate fantasy man.
“I thought so.” Finally speaking to bringing back the conversation after I felt the pulse of growth subside. “Bet you couldn’t keep your hands off him, even in the car ride home. Then, when you got behind closed doors, it was carnal. How could it not be? One of your deepest and most powerful long-time fantasies was happening to you for real and your body was overpowering whatever thoughts you may have had against it. Hindbrain vs forebrain. Instinct vs rationality. You dove in, uncaring of the later consequences and fully wanting to revel in the joy of the moment. You’ve never been one for the long game Lee. You’ve always only seen and cared for the short-term gains, the instant gratification. You didn’t want to see it’s often better to sacrifice in the short term to gain something far better in the long term. I desperately tried to teach you this, but you ignored me.” I took a few deep breaths to calm myself as I felt anger flaring in me as I spoke.
“Even if I wanted to stop this, I couldn’t.” I told Lee as he looked at me with tears streaming down his face. “This is all your doing, all your consequences. Besides,” I started to say before I leaned back against the doorframe with a smirk across my face “I really don’t want to stop it. I want you to feel some of the pain I’ve endured. I want you both to feel like you’re being torn apart, and that you’re helpless to do anything just like I had to. This is my long-term payoff for suffering for months while you two ran off willfully denying what you’d done. You both took the treat, now you must take the trick. That’s the rule of Halloween.”
“You monster! You’re killing him!” Lee screamed and lunged at me pinning me to the wall. “Stop this now or I swear I’ll...”
“You’ll what? Kill me too? I don’t think soooooooo.” I flexed my arms against his hands as I felt a growth surge fill me to loosen his grip and emphasize my power before I raised my arms easily breaking free of his grasp. “See I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you now” Hugh and I both groaned again as I felt myself swell just a bit bigger saying this. “Fuck that feels so good! Plus, I know you don’t have it in you to kill me. I know you better than you want to believe I doooooooo.” I moaned deeply feeling my muscles tense and flex almost involuntarily as they surged even bigger. My vascularity and definition were almost beyond human at this point. I could feel my back widen against the wall as I was leaning against it, but also thicken pushing me further away from it. “Besides” I started to say as I stood up flaring my back as wide as I could watching Lee’s eyes widen in time with my expansion “this may or may not actually kill him. That part is out of my hands. The spell is meant to restore balance. To return to you what you caused to me. You both came close to killing me but didn’t, so odds are this will bring him close to death but he’ll survive. Though in what condition is anybody's guess.”
I glanced over to the side table and saw it was now 10 minutes to midnight. Suddenly Hugh was screaming again but even louder than before with my bellow of equal pleasure. Obviously, things were picking up speed and the spell was going out with a bang, possibly literally. I could see Hugh tensing in reflex to the pain, trying to protect himself but only making it hurt more while I was flexing to emphasize the feeling of expansion and pleasure. Larger and larger he expanded in all directions but it was uneven, twitching and pulsing awkwardly and independently while mine was fluid, graceful, almost poetic. You could see pound after pound being added to his already monstrous form even though that form clearly couldn’t take it. Soon the stretch marks were bleeding in earnest and he looked more grotesque by the moment.
“Please stop it. Please make it stop!” Lee was on his knees in front of me begging now. “I’ll do anything just please make it stop!” I looked down at him as best I could over my massive hairy pecs. The sight of him on his knees before me caused an immense surge of pleasure through me and focused on my cock. I could feel it swell and expand outward easily brushing aside the dangling remains of my tights that only adhered to my waist at this point. Every ounce of me was craving to be worshipped by him, to dominate him, to fuck him and make him submit to me. I wanted to show him what he lost out on by rejecting me, that I was now beyond “good enough” as I was approaching perfection. But I refrained. I held back because he no longer deserved me. He made his choice and there was no going back.
“It will all be over at midnight.” I told him through pants of pleasure and nodded at the clock. I noticed that my voice had deepened. Not a drastic amount, I certainly wasn’t James Earl Jones, but I could tell I dropped a couple notches. “Only 10 little minutes more and the magic will fade. Just like Cinderella.”
I heard Hugh give a scream of agony and looked over to see the skin had finally split and raw muscle was clearly visible in patches across Hugh’s body. At the same time, I moaned deeply as I felt my skin shrink wrap around me to a perfect tautness. I could tell it was clearing up too; all blemishes, spots, scars and issues were removed until my skin was flawless. Lee ran out of the room and came back seconds later with several towels to try and mop up and stop the blood that was flowing freely from Hugh’s body. Angry veins were continuing to pump blood in torrents due to Hugh’s heart working as fast as possible both from to the increased demand of his freakish size and the adrenaline surge that was triggered by his intense fear response. His brain was telling him “fight or flight” though he was paralyzed by his size and immobility from doing either.
The minutes ticked by and Hugh’s screams built almost as fast as his ever-expanding body. 500 lbs. came and went, and soon 600 was within sight. The lacerations in his skin grew longer and wider. More and more muscle, sinew, tendons and ligaments were showing now. Pushing through the torn skin with the need for more space unrestrained. Soon other sounds of tearing and even some cracking sounds were heard as muscle was ripped from bone causing it to splinter and be crushed under the weight and strength of his inhumanely disproportioned muscles. I should have been horrified at the sight and sounds but somehow, I was transfixed. Morbid fascination kept me rooted to the spot as Hugh continued to expand beyond the limits of humanity and his own skin. It was if he was being flayed alive by the backfire of his and Lees’ own deepest desires.
Simultaneously my own transformation was picking up speed as well but it was as beautiful and pleasurable as Hugh’s was ugly and agonizing. I felt as each muscle slowly expanded and unfolded like a flower in bloom. I started posing and flexing each group I could in the mirror of their bedroom watching as I morphed into one of the most massive and handsome men on the planet. I was over 300 lbs. by now and was creeping ever closer to 350. My arms were easily 24 or 25 inches by now, 2 feet of muscle just on my arms alone! I thought with glee. My chest was just on the verge of being disproportional but I guess that was to make up for my years of feeling it was woefully underdeveloped. I stood back and flared my lats finally (though just barely) pulling off a lat spread that I was proud of. Again, I heard a slight moan come from Lee which made me flex/spread even wider. I moved to a side chest; the one pose I was confident in before my transformation but now looked beyond spectacular. My pecs now pushed out hugely on my already sizable rib cage and my arm was pushing that pec meat even higher as I pulled tight and flexed hard. I could almost hit my chin with my pecs now they were so huge and swollen and pumped! Then I moved on to arms overhead and flexed my abs. This time it was my turn to moan as I watched my midsection finally react when I moved, and what a reaction! Not only did I have an enhanced 8 pack that I saw earlier before Tric, but now I had cobblestone obliques! My V-taper even from my elongated lats while arms were overhead was extreme. I would be shocked in my waist was over 36 inches now and if my chest was anything less than double that.
To say that I was turned on at my own reflection would be an understatement. I was ablaze with lust looking at myself! My cock had continued to rise from before and was now standing up through the remnants of my underwear and tights showcasing that I was now the ultimate expression of a man. Having swollen and expanded from my already impressive 8-inch length to well over a foot and maintaining the impossible girth I was known for (soon to be internationally known for), I was also leaking precum in a steady stream down it’s dark red shaft, through the tangled jungle of pubic hair and all over the tights down to the carpet of Lee and Hugh’s bedroom. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a voice saying you’ve marked your territory here and I couldn’t help but grin deeper.
Digging deep to tear myself away from the sight of myself in the mirror, I turned and found Lee looking at me open mouthed while Hugh continued to moan in constant pain at his climaxing transformation. When I finally made eye contact with Lee (he was too busy scanning the front of my body, taking more than a few seconds on my powerful cock, I grinned and bared my teeth almost wolfishly before going into the most muscular to end all most muscular poses. I growled deeply through it while Hugh screamed his loudest and most blood curdling scream yet as we both swelled up to our final forms. Holding the pose for at least 30 seconds I reveled in the feeling of my body swelling up in all directions desperate to milk every precious drop of magic I could into my body. At the same time, Hugh bloated and spasmed up in equal measure passing well beyond 700 pounds quite possibly to 800 given the sounds the bedframe was making. The rips and tears of his skin were now spread out so far that he was approaching some hideous out of control anatomy chart by being able to see more and more of the raw muscle instead of skin.
At two minutes to midnight I finally had seen enough; enough of myself, of the conflict in Lee’s mind and body, and of Hugh’s torment at hulking out of his own skin. I turned and made my way back through the apartment to leave. Before I made it to the front door, Lee was calling after me and followed out of the bedroom.
“You have to do something. You have to reverse all of this! Put him back! Fix it!”
“I don’t have any obligation of the sort.” I said to him calmly hearing that my voice was even deeper now. “As I said, I didn’t do this to him, you did. It was both of your desires and choices that brought this upon you, not mine. Besides, I seem to recall asking you to “do something” and “fix it” when I needed help and you ignored me, why should I have to do what I don’t want in order to make you happy? If you weren't ever required to do anything to make my life better after causing me pain, I shouldn’t have to for you.” I turned and put my hand on the doorknob to leave.
“But we didn’t do anything to harm you like this!” He cried at me.
“Oh, but you did.” I said just above a whisper with a cold fury in my voice. Barely audible yet I knew he heard every word. “You caused scars equal to this in every way.” I raised up my arms and showed him the scars on my wrists from the repeated attempts to end my own life. Scars that the spell didn’t remove for some reason like it had with every other imperfection on my body. “You did just as much harm to me otherwise this wouldn’t be happening. That’s how the spell works Lee, it causes equal pain to balance out the scales. Just because my wounds weren’t as obvious doesn’t make them any less real or painful. You made choices that harmed me when it wasn’t necessary. When there were alternatives that you could have chosen but instead you both chose to take a path that willfully inflicted more pain and told me that it was up to me to deal with it. Well honey, the shoe is on the other foot now. I did something that made me happy and unfortunately you two now have to deal with it. Difference here is I’m willing to accept the consequences of this and own up to my part in it where you weren’t.” I turned the knob and opened the door.
I experienced another feeling of draining at that moment, similar to when I cast the spell on Lee and Hugh at the gym. For a single terrifying second, I thought I was about to change back, but it wasn’t my size that was leaving, it was that the impossible knowledge I had gained over the course of the spell being removed from my mind. The supernatural confidence of what was happening and what would happen left me to be replaced by a small amount of fear and doubt. I pulled my phone from the waistband of my tights; the only part of clothing still adhering to my body and saw the display read midnight. Halloween was officially over. I could still hear Hugh making moans of deep agony in the bedroom so my hunch was right: the spell hadn’t intended to kill him but he was going to be in a lot of pain for a long while. Just like I had been. I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been killed.
“You should be able to call for that ambulance now Lee.” I said putting my phone back in the band. “It’s after midnight so the spell has concluded. Though I’ll be interested to know how you explain his condition to the authorities. Happy Halloween!” I pulled the door closed behind me and walked, well waddled down the hall.
“You’re a monster!” Lee had opened the door and shouted at me. I paused for a second and turned around to face him for the last time.
“I’m the monster you created.” I put up my arms into what I could only assume was a breathtaking double bicep pose as I tightened my abs, stuck out my leg and flexed my quad to match. I held it for a few seconds to allow him the chance to take it all in before relaxing... well as much as I could relax at this size. “All I did was restore balance. You made me a monster, what does that make you?” I turned around again and continued back down the hall to the elevator and out to my car.
"Well here we are." Eric said, as he pulled into the parking lot at San Diego University, and shut off the engine.
Seth, who had his cowboy hat, sitting, in his lap, glanced over at Eric.
"So, this is where you go to college?" He said, grinning.
They both could see the students, outside, in their groups. Some were talking amongst themselves. Others were either studying or reading their books, and others were eating.
Eric turned to Seth, in his seat.
"Are you sure you're ready to be oogled by all of these students?" He asked him. "I doubt we'll make it back to my dorm, without at least two or maybe four people wanting to feel your muscles."
Seth grinned. There was a glint in his eyes and Eric noticed it. Eric squinted his eyes, an amused smile playing on his lips.
"Or is that what you're hoping for?" He asked. Seth just continued to grin.
"You'd better believe it." Seth said. "After all, I've already lived the high school experience of muscle lovers. Now, I want to see what college has to offer."
Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head, smiling, in amusement.
"Well, I think you would fit in, here, nicely." Eric said to him. "But you would probably fit in anywhere, with the way you look, and not just because you have big muscles."
Seth looked at Eric, still smiling. Eric could see that Seth truly did seem flattered by his comment.
"Thanks, man." He said, then added. "You really think so?"
"Hell yeah!" Eric replied, with an excited tone, in his voice. "Seth, you're a fucking stud, and you know it!"
Seth started laughing, and at that moment, Eric realized what he had said and blushed about 5 shades of red.
"I'm sorry, man." Eric apologized. "I didnt mean to just blurt that out, the way that I did. I apologize if I offended you."
Seth was still chuckling a bit. As he looked at Eric, Eric noticed that he didn't seem to be bothered by his comment at all.
"It's cool." Seth said, genuinely. "I definitely appreciate the compliment."
Eric nodded, calming down a bit. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the redness was fading from his face.
"Well, come on, Mr. Urban Cowboy!" Eric said to Seth. "Let's do this!"
"Fuck yeah!" Seth said, excitedly. "I'm ready!"
Eric and Seth got out of Eric's car and started walking towards the university doors. Seth put his cowboy hat on, as they walked. It seemed as if Eric and Seth were walking in slow motion. Seth looked around as they were walking, and noticed that he was getting a lot of looks. Three girls sitting in a group were looking at him and one of them mouthed "Wow!" As he passed by. Seth winked at them, and flashed his killer smile.
Eric was looking around, too, and noticed that even some of the college jocks that he knew that were on the wrestling team, were checking Seth out. And one of them, who was the captain of the wrestling team, who had blond hair and green eyes, was headed in their direction.
"Here we go." Eric said, to Seth lowly. "That's Joey Sloane, captain of the wrestling team."
"I see him." Seth whispered back. " He seems like a nice guy."
"He is." Eric said, to him. "He's a bit full of himself, at times, but he's an over all good guy."
After Eric finished saying that, The handsome college wrestling captain stopped in front of them. Eric and Seth stopped walking, at that moment.
"Hey, Eric!" Joey greeted him, extending out his hand. "Good to see you, man!"
"You too, Joey!" Eric said, shaking his hand. Joey then turned his eyes to Seth.
"Who's your friend?" Joey asked. In response, Seth extended out his hand to Joey.
"Hi Joey, I'm Seth." Seth said, as Joey took his hand. They shook, briefly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, man!"
"You too, man!" Joey said, with a grin, his eyes traveling up and down Seth's buff body. "I gotta say, you are one swole dude!"
Eric glanced around and noticed that more people were gathering around them, and all eyes were on Seth. The 3 girls whom Seth had winked at, were now, standing right behind Seth and Eric happened to notice that they were checking out his huge ass, which was straining his Wranglers jeans he was wearing.
"Thanks, man!" Seth said to him. "Eric, here, tells me that you're the captain of the wrestling team."
"Yeah, that's right." Joey said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I used to wrestle in high school." Seth told him. " I was the biggest guy on the wrestling and football teams in school, my sophomore year at 16 years old."
"Cool!" Joey said, impressed. "You still know those moves?"
"My wrestling moves?" Seth asked him. "Oh yeah! I was a pro in high school. Before I was even in my senior year, I bested every wrestler on the team."
Joey nodded. Eric noticed the look on Joey's face and wondered what he was thinking at that moment. Then, what Joey said next surprised him.
"I bet I could take you, on the mats." Joey challenged. "Just a little friendly competition. What do you say, man?"
Seth's eyebrows shot up, in surprise.
"Are you serious?" He asked, Joey. "I'm bigger than you are."
Eric's eyes darted, back and forth between Seth and Joey. He had a feeling this was not going to end well.
"That's never stopped me, before." Joey replied. "I've taken on a few guys your size, and have beaten them, at wrestling."
Eric was starting to get annoyed at Joey. Not even five minutes after meeting Seth, Joey was challenging him to a wrestling match.
"Knock it off, Joey, ok?" Eric said, to him. "Seth doesn't have time for this! He's got a farm to run!"
Seth raised his hand up.
"Eric, it's ok." Seth said, turning to him. "I got this."
Eric frowned, wondering what Seth was up to. Then his eyes widened. "Was Seth going to accept Joey's challenge?"
Seth turned back to Joey, who was standing there, in front of him, arms still crossed over his chest, with a cocky, yet smug, smirk on his face.
"Ok, Joey, I accept your challenge."Seth said, to Joey. "Is the gymnasium free?"
Joey's face dropped, in shock. Apparently, he hadn't expected Seth to accept his challenge.
"Uh," Joey said, sounding nervous. "Yeah. I can have things ready in twenty minutes."
"Cool." Seth said, nodding. "That'll give Eric, here, time to go to his dorm and pack up some of his clothes."
Joey frowned, then glanced at Eric.
"Why?" He asked. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Yeah." Eric said. "Seth hired me, to work on his family farm, as a Farmer's Helper, and tomorrow is my official first day, on the job, so I'm staying the night at his family's home, since I don't have any classes tomorrow."
"Oh." Joey said. "Well that's cool of you, man. I wish you luck!"
"Thanks." Eric replied. "Now if you'll please excuse us, Seth and I have to go to my dorm room and start packing up a few things."
"Alright." Joey nodded, then he glanced at Seth. "You'll meet me, in the gymnasium, afterwards, for our wrestling match?"
Seth looked at Joey, and nodded at him.
"I never back down from a challenge, man." He said, to Joey, his tone serious. "I'll be there. You have my word."
"Cool." He said. Then he extended his hand out to Seth again. "Once again, it's nice to meet you."
Seth reached out, and shook Joey's hand again.
"You too, Joey." Seth said, then smiled. "I have a feeling that this wrestling match is going to be very interesting."
Joey nodded. As he turned to go, he glanced at Eric.
"I'll see you later, Eric." Joey said, as he turned to go.
"Bye, Joey." Eric relied back.
As Joey turned away from them to walk back to join his teammates, Eric noticed him clenching his jaw, and he smiled, knowing exactly what that meant. He turned back to Seth.
"Well, shall we head back to my dorm?" Eric asked him.
But before, Seth could answer him, a female voice rang out.
"Before you do that," The blonde female, that Seth winked at, said. "I'd like to see what's hiding beneath that shirt. Will you flex your muscles for us, Seth?"
Eric glanced at Seth, at that moment, and saw Seth looking right back at him, giving him a knowing smile. Seth turned back to the girls, in front of him.
"It would be my pleasure." He said to them, grinning madly.
Seth reached up and slowly started, unbuttoning his shirt. He was doing it, slowly and teasingly. Eric watched the girls, who were watching Seth, in anticipation.
Seth opened his shirt, revealing his golden tanned pecs and chiseled washboard abs. He held the shirt open and let the sleeveless part of the shirt slide down his shoulders, slowly, sliding down his arms. When it finally slid down his forearms, he removed it from his body completely, and handed it to Eric.
"Hold this for me, please?" He asked Eric. Eric accepted the sleeveless shirt and held it for him.
Seth turned back, to the women and did a front double biceps flex. As he tightened the pose, the girls started laying their hands on his body, feeling him up. One red haired girl started feeling his biceps. The other two girls started feeling up his abs and pecs. Then, the red haired girl, who had been feeling his biceps slipped behind him and started sliding her hands up and down Seth's torso, feeling up his pecs, which Seth flexed and started bouncing them, at her touch. He tensed his abs for the ladies feeling them. And their hands felt amazing to him, running all over his body.
Seth closed his eyes, in pleasure. He absolutely loved being worshipped. He loved how these girls were totally into his body.
Eric could feel a familiar stirring in his pants, as he watched the whole thing unfold, in front of him. And more college girls were crowding around Seth, wanting to feel his body. And now, more hands were on Seth, than ever before.
Eric's eyes were on Seth's ass, as he noticed a pretty African American girl feeling up Seth's ass in his jeans. As hr watched, he saw Seth flex his glutes through the jeans, shocking the girl, and making her squeeze it even harder.
"Fuck!" She cried out. "This guy has the best ass I've ever felt!"
Seth grinned, and glanced over at Eric, who was grinning back at him, shaking his head, in amusement.
Then another girl's voice rang out.
"If you think his ass is great, you should get a look at what he's packing in front. This guy's getting hard in his jeans."
Eric's smiled immediately faded from his face hearing that part. Immediately, he could feel his chest getting heavy and his eyes felt like they would water up with tears any second. He had to get out of there!
He handed Seth's shirt to a woman, who was standing beside him, watching Seth.
"Give this back to him, please, when he's done, here." He said, to her. "I have to go back to my dorm room and pack some clothes."
She nodded and accepted Seth's shirt. After that, Eric quickly headed to the university doors and headed inside. Seth was so into the muscle worship, going on, that he didn't even notice Eric had left.
As Eric walked to his dorm room, the first set of tears started running down his face. He wiped them away, only for more tears to replace them.
"I should have known that Seth was too good to be true." He said to himself, his voice shaky. "I knew he was straight."
As he got to his dorm room, he pulled his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. His hand was shaking, making the keys jangle a bit as he slid the key in the lock and unlocked his door. He opened it and went inside.
He entered his dorm room, walking over to his desk. He sat down at his desk and looked out the window, though the blinds. He could see Seth, still out there, flexing his muscles and showing off to the crowd of students, since Eric's dorm was on the same side of the university where you could see the parking lots.
As Eric sat there, he kept thinking back to all the moments he'd had with Seth. He thought back to the moment when he and Seth had met at Whole Foods market. Then when Seth had flexed his biceps for him, in the fields, and had let him feel them. Eric also thought about the moment with Seth, by his car yesterday night, when he thought he and Seth could possibly have kissed. And most recently, when Seth had teased him, by opening his shirt and bouncing his pecs just before Eric went into the house to have lunch with Amy and Deborah.
"But what about all those moments I've had with Seth at the farm?" Eric asked himself. "I really thought that he felt something for me, this morning when he showed off his chest and bounced it for me. The way he was smiling at me, like he knew I was enjoying it, I really believed, right then, that Seth had feelings for me, too."
Eric then thought back to what the girl had said about Seth getting a hard on in his jeans, outside, which brought him back to reality.
"But, apparently, I was wrong." Eric said, shaking his head, in disappointment. "So, now, I know the truth. And now I can just focus on being a good Farmer's Helper for Seth, getting the experience I need to write my essay, and graduating college."
Eric got up and walked to his closet and grabbed a duffle bag, out of it, and took it back to his bed.
He walked back to his closet and started packing up his clothes that he wanted take with him. He packed them, in the duffle bag, and then went into his dresser drawers to get underwear and socks. After grabbing about 4 pairs of underwear and socks, he packed them in his bag, also.
Eric zipped up his duffle bag and then sat down, on the bed, beside it. He wiped his face clear of any remaining wetness from his tears. He wanted to make sure that when Seth came looking for him, he didn't see any signs that Eric had been crying.
"Now, what do I do?" Eric asked himself. "How am I supposed to face Seth now, after hearing what that girl said, out there?"
Eric buried his head, in his hands. He just didn't know what the best thing to do was. But he did know one thing: He wasn't going to keep spending time with a man, who wasn't what he thought.
"Well, I'm not going to be spending extra time with Seth, outside of my job, now that I know he's straight. What would be the point?" He asked.
Eric stood up and walked over to the window and looked outside again. When he did, he noticed that the crowd of female students who had been worshipping Seth were gone, and Seth, also, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd he go?" Eric asked, frowning, in confusion.
"Right here." A familiar voice said, from behind him, startling him.
Eric whipped around and saw Seth, standing in the doorway, his shirt back on, and his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look happy, either.
"Damn, Seth, you scared me!" Eric said, his hand held to his chest.
"Sorry." Seth said, seriously. He shut the door behind him, and locked it. He looked back at Eric.
"What happened out there?" He asked. "Why did you just leave and come to your dorm, without telling me where you were going?"
Eric felt the guilt start to sink in, over doing that to Seth. Even though he believed that he finally knew the truth about Seth's sexual orientation, even he had to admit that abandoning Seth outside was a shitty thing to do.
"I'm sorry." Eric told him. "I guess I don't handle large crowds that well."
Eric was looking at Seth, but Seth's face was impassive, showing no signs of what he could be thinking.
"You sure that's all it was?" Seth asked.
From the tone, in his voice, it sounded like Seth wasn't buying Eric's excuse.
"Yeah." Eric said, attempting a smile, yet frowned slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Seth started walking towards Eric, his face still serious.
"You tell me." Seth said, as he continued walking slowly towards him.
"Oh Shit!" Eric cursed, in his thoughts. "He's advancing on me. If he gets right in my face, I don't know if I can keep myself in control."
Seth stopped, right in front of Eric, his ocean blue eyes, staring right into Eric's piercing baby blue ones. Eric almost felt as if Seth's gaze was looking right into him.
Eric opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words would come out. He happened to turn his head towards the wall above his bed and his eyes fell on his poster of Jay Cutler, hanging above his bed. Seth also turned his head to see what Eric was glancing at, and he, also, saw the poster of Jay.
Eric turned away from Seth, at that moment.
"Well, what do we have here?" Seth asked. "You have a poster of Jay Cutler posted on the wall. Are you a fan of his?"
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to Seth, hoping to change the subject.
"Hell yeah." Eric said, with a grin. "That guy's a fucking legend!"
Seth nodded, grinning.
"I agree." He replied, still looking at Jay's image. "And he's one hell of a nice guy, too."
Eric's eyes shot up at that revelation from Seth.
"You know him?" Eric asked, in amazement. Seth nodded.
I met him, at one of my past bodybuilding shows." Seth told him. "He was hosting at the very first show I ever competed in. A men's physique competition. I was about 19 years old."
"Aside from being a nice guy, did you like him?" Eric asked Seth, curiously.
"Of course I did." Seth revealed. "The man was so down to earth and made every one of us competitors who met him, feel special. Especially me."
"How so?" Eric asked, wanting to know."
"He told me that I reminded him so much of himself, when he was my age." Seth said. "He said that he could see that same drive and determination, in me, that he'd had himself when he started in bodybuilding. I remember how flattered I was to hear him compare himself to me. I swear that made my year!"
Eric smiled, enjoying the story. Seth, suddenly moved towards Eric's bed and sat down on it. He removed his cowboy hat from his head, and sat it down, beside him, on the mattress. Seeing that, Eric removed his own hat and sat it down, on his desk. He then walked over and sat down, next to Seth, on his bed."
"Sounds like Jay made quite an impression on you." Eric said, glancing at Seth.
"He sure did." Seth replied. "He's been not only a great mentor, to me, but also a great friend as well. I've learned a lot from him."
Eric smiled, still looking at Seth. Then a thought occurred to him.
"How did you do, in your first men's physique show?" He asked.
"I took first place." Seth said, with a grin. "And that win qualified me for nationals."
"Nice." Eric said, grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations, man."
"Thank you." Seth said. "I remember how proud I was that day when Jay Cutler presented me, with the first place trophy."
Seth's smile, which had been pretty frequent during much of his storytelling, slowly vanished from his face and was replaced by that look of sadness again. Eric saw this, and knew that Seth was thinking of his father, at that moment.
"I remember, my father was there, in the audience, sitting in the front row, and I could see how proud he was of me, when I'd won the bodybuilding show."
Seth's eyes teared up, thinking about his father, at that moment.
"I can see how much your dad still means to you, Seth." Eric said, softly, putting his hand on Seth's shoulder. "And how much you, obviously, still miss him."
Seth nodded, as a tear suddenly made it way down the side of his face. Eric had never seen Seth cry before, so seeing even just one tear falling down Seth's face, tugged at his heartstrings, making him feel like he was ready to cry too.
"I know you are probably still not ready to talk about your father's death." Eric said, squeezing Seth's shoulder. "But, can you at least tell me what your dad was like?"
"Yeah." Seth said, as he thumbed away the tear that was sliding down his face. "My dad was my best friend. He taught me, everything he knew. He taught me, from an early age how to run the farm. I was 6 years old when I first started learning it. I had my farm chores to do, which taught me, early on, about the value of a hard day's work. The only time I ever was allowed out of my farm chores is when I was in school, but only when I had a lot of homework to do. But once homework was done, it was back outside, to help out my dad, with the rest of the farm duties."
Eric was impressed by how responsible Seth made it sound like he was, as a child. He wondered then if Seth had ever been defiant, as a kid.
"Didn't you ever want to get out of doing your farm chores, as a kid?" Eric asked Seth.
Seth chuckled, as he started nodding his head.
"Oh, yeah." Seth replied. "Don't think I was a goody two shoes kind of kid, because I definitely wasn't. I had one day where I didn't want to do chores. I wanted to just stay indoors and just play video games, all day, with some of my school buddies, once, but my dad wasn't having it. I learned early on that there was no mouthing off to my parents. If I did it to my mom, I got a slap to the face. And If I did it to my dad, I got the belt treatment. I would get my ass beat with it."
Eric couldn't help himself, and started snickering at that. He remembered that he'd gotten that kind of punishment too, as a kid.
"What are you laughing at?!" Seth asked, trying not to laugh, too, which only made Eric laugh harder. "Have you ever had your ass beaten with your father's belt?! That shit fucking hurts! And the painful welts it leaves, afterwards? Good Lord! I thought my ass would never recover from it!"
Eric had tears, in his eyes from laughing so hard. Seth continued his story.
"And then if that wasn't the worst of it, my dad would ground me, for a month, with no TV, no telephone, and have me do the chores, I absolutely hated the most, as punishment."
"Let me guess." Eric said, knowing what one of them was. "Mucking out the stalls?"
"That was one." Seth said. "Shoveling manure and having to wheelbarrow it was another, and then the baling hay and stacking up heavy chopped logs, into a wood pile for the winter. I had to do that for a whole month. Every muscle in my body hurt during that time. Talk about excruciating!"
Eric wiped the tears of laughter off of his face and turned to Seth.
"I'm sorry, I didnt mean to laugh at your pain, over the whole belt punishment thing." Eric said, then started giggling again. "But, I know how painful those belts are because my ass got it, too!"
"You're kidding?! Seth asked, before he started to laugh. "Well, I'm gonna have to hear about this one."
Eric looked at Seth, who seemed in a better mood now.
"I'll tell you more about my childhood, a little bit, later." Eric said, to him. "Right now, we have other business to attend to."
Seth frowned, not knowing what Eric was taking about. Eric grinned.
"I can't wait to see you wipe the floor with Joey Sloane, in this wrestling match challenge!"
Remembering that, Seth's grin matched Eric.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that." Seth said, then grinned like the cat who swallowed the canary. "You ready to see this hot 3 in 1 bad boy, in action?"
"3 in 1? Eric asked, frowning in confusion, not getting it.
"Yeah." Seth replied. " This hot wrestler, bodybuilder, and urban cowboy, is going to make Joey Sloane his bitch, on those mats!"
"I saw him, clenching his jaw, when he started walking back towards his teammates, earlier, so I know he's probably realizing that he may have bitten off more than he can chew, when it comes to taking you, on."
Seth raised his eyebrows, wondering something.
"You think he'll chicken out?"
"Oh no!" Eric said, frowning, as he shook his head. "I know Joey well and he's not going to back down from this competition. He's very competitive, but he's not going to be a coward, in front of his teammates. He can live down, being defeated by you, more than he could by chickening out of the match. His reputation would be ruined. The team would never let him live that down. As the wrestling team captain, he has to set an example for the team. That's what a good captain does, and Joey is a good captain."
"I know." Seth said. "I will give it to Joey, the guy does have guts wanting to wrestle someone my size. I just hope he doesn't take it, personally, when he's defeated by me."
"I don't think he would." Eric said. "From the way he interacted with you, I think he genuinely does like you or he wouldn't have said a little "friendly competition" and he didn't come at you, with a confrontational attitude when you two met."
"I didn't think he did, either." Seth said. "I didn't pick up on any tension or animosity, which I'm good at sensing from people."
"Good." Eric said, then he decided to bring up Seth's worship session outside, on campus, earlier. "So, how did that flex show go, outside, earlier? Did you enjoy it?"
Seth's grin lit up his whole face, at that moment.
"Fuck, yeah!" Seth exclaimed. "I loved every minute of it! And so did all those girls!"
Eric felt a pang of sadness hit his heart, but it didn't sting as bad, this time, which definitely surprised him.
"I could tell." Eric pointed out. "And you looked completely, within your comfort zone, flexing and posing, in front of them. Almost like you were on a stage."
Eric took another look at his poster of Jay Cutler, hanging overhead, on his wall.
"I used to be in awe of bodybuilders when I was a kid. I used to see Jay and other bodybuilders flexing up there, onstage, and I always wished that I....."
Here, Eric trailed off, realizing where his mind was going, and quickly clammed up, hoping Seth hadn't been listening to him.
"You always wished that you what?" Seth asked, frowning.
No such luck. Seth had indeed been listening to Eric.
" Nothing." Eric said, shaking his head. "Forget it."
"No. Tell me." Seth urged him. "What?"
Eric thought about it, for a moment and figured that he might as well let Seth in on his secret of liking bodybuilders.
"Do you promise that you won't judge me, or think I'm a freak, after you hear what I'm about to tell you?" Eric asked him.
"Of course, I won't." Seth said to him. "I promise. Now, please, tell me."
Eric looked at the poster of Jay Cutler again, his face, taking on a dreamy look.
"I used to wish, when I was a kid," Eric said, to Seth. "that I could feel what a bodybuilder's muscles really felt like. I used to wish that it was just me and Jay Cutler, on that stage, just the two of us, and he was flexing and posing his muscles, just for me. Letting me feel and appreciate every rock hard muscle in his body. A muscle fan getting to muscle worship his bodybuilding hero!"
Eric wasn't looking at Seth, when he was talking, or he would have seen the smile that crossed Seth's lips, at that moment.
"But who am I kidding?" Eric said, grinning nervously. "It's just a fantasy. It'll never happen."
Eric looked down, and started playing with his fingers, afraid to look at Seth, at that moment. He wasn't sure how Seth was processing his confession.
After that, there was silence, but only for a few moments. Then Eric heard Seth suggest something that he never thought he'd hear from him, in a million years.
"I could pose for you."
So I finished a story that's been sitting incomplete on my hard drive for the last couple years. A brief warning: it is dark and a little twisted but as it's meant to have a Halloween theme, it's not unexpected. This story evolved from a series of therapy writings I was doing while in treatment for severe depression and trauma. This story may not be for most so while I will appreciate any feedback, pleas make it constructive. Again, you've been warned this is not a "Happily Ever After" sort of tale... or maybe it could be depending on your point of view.
I hope you enjoy and have a Happy Halloween!
The one day a year where magic seems much more tangible and attainable. Where anything can happen (and often does) in ways that should be unexplainable and yet are accepted as easily as dream logic.
I was never a fan of Halloween, even as a kid. Sure, the free candy was nice, but it ranked just slightly above Valentine’s Day in terms of my enthusiasm because I just didn’t get it.
This year, that changed.
This year I realized the full scope of Halloween. The ancient power it held and how easy it was to tap into that power.
This year, Halloween became my favorite holiday.
Let me back things up just a bit for you. Proper introductions are important after all. My name is James and I’m what most people call a “good guy”. At least, that’s what I have heard from seemingly everyone lately. Trouble is though that I don’t seem to be good enough. Okay, maybe I should back things up just a bit more for you.
A little over a year ago my first real romantic relationship ended. The guy I had been “seeing” for about 8 months told me that he was officially going to be with someone else. Someone younger than I was. Someone who was more outgoing and fun than I was. Someone that was better built than I was (my ex had as much a muscle fetish as I do, more on that later). Someone that he had been seeing the entire time we had been dating (though he refused to call it dating) and even though he said he still cared for me (downgraded from loved me, which he told me he did less than a month before breaking things off) and wanted to be in my life, he needed to follow his heart.
Trouble is, I seriously doubt that his heart had anything to do with the matter, other than supplying enough blood to his dick…
Anyway, in the months following the “break up” we had been trying to remain friends. I was trying at least, whereas he seemed to be phoning it in most of the time because, let’s face it, he had someone else to devote his time/life to and no one else really seems to matter in that situation. After a series of setups and disappointments by both of them, their constant playing with my emotions and making me question my sense of reality/history, this culminated in quite a severe mental breakdown: a major case of depression resulting in multiple suicide attempts telling myself I wasn’t good enough to keep living. After being hospitalized and attempting my best at treatment, I wasn’t “getting better” as quickly or in the ways he thought I should. Unfortunately, due to this and his own choices, recently he decided that I was no longer worth his time or trouble and he completely cut ties with me.
I’m sure many of you are saying that I should have done that first and a long time ago. That I should have moved on, found someone better, written him off as one of the worst human beings on the planet and been done with it. I had more than one therapist tell me as much, or at least something akin to that fact, as well as many friends/family members tell me that I needed to simply forget about him and move on.
If only the heart worked on a system of logic like that. My brain certainly did, and I kept telling myself all the things he had done that were clearly in the “con” column to try and give my own heart enough evidence to stop hurting. Alas, the heart is chaotic and ruled by something far stranger, more complex and far more precious than logic. I loved him. I loved him with all I had and I still do because real, true love is unconditional like that. That was enough in the “pro” column to outweigh anything else I could muster in opposition.
Still, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hurt, betrayed, disappointed, angry, hell furious to the point of nearly feeling homicidal at both of them, but through all of that pain, I still love him.
Anyway, slightly off track so let’s get back to the main part of this story.
Throughout the last several months I have done my best to try and “get better”. To improve myself and to regain some semblance of normalcy after the trauma and continued hell that I was put through both by myself and the actions of others (not just my ex). Eventually I was able to learn how to put up enough barriers and walls to not feel like a raw nerve all the time and allow myself time to heal a bit, but let’s face it, wounds that pierce that deep never really heal.
Eventually, I realized that I wasn’t going to be the person I was before. Too much of me had changed, too much had been irrevocably lost. I could be someone different, maybe even someone better, but I couldn’t ever get back to the place or the person I was either when I was with him or before. So, I did what I could to make myself feel better, to rebuild my life as it were and a large portion of that would next revolve around me rebuilding a “new” body.
One of the things I shared with my ex was a desire to become as big and muscular as possible. I’m not talking cute fitness or “beach bodies” but real hulking muscle monsters. Those beasts of brawn at the top of the bodybuilding community where you part crowds like the Red Sea, and where limited range of motion is the goal. To get to the point where there was no doubt that we were serious meat heads and that we had no desire to slow down nor stop growing anytime soon… well ever really.
With his encouragement and guidance, I was able to break through the last mental hurdles I had that were stopping me from actively pursuing that goal and started going to the gym. I had been giving myself no end of excuses for years but with him in my life I finally had enough confidence to put them all aside and start on the path of never-ending growth.
I paid for a personal trainer, dedicated myself to it and I was fortunate to share the beginning of that journey with him and even though I stumbled with it for a while after our “break up” I have gotten back to it and have continued to grow and develop and improve myself physically which has helped in many ways to improve myself mentally.
The only trouble I had though was that I still tie a lot of this muscle growth journey to him. I still recall our workouts together when I’m lifting, the meals we prepped and shared after a long workout, even when I was giving him his weekly injections. All in the pursuit of our mutual growth. I’m still trying to untangle the goals and desires of being massive from including him and have the focus be for me. However, knowing that he left me for someone bigger and better built than I was while initially highly damaging to me, has now provided plenty of motivation for my workouts. I was going to work my ass off to show him what he missed out on. I may not have been good enough before, but I would do whatever it took to outclass the guy he left me for and show them both what real muscle was!
At least, that was the plan.
Despite the fact that I had done all this work, changed my physique and was in much better shape and condition than I had ever been, I still was considered a “good guy” but not enough for anyone to want to date or be in a relationship with. Sure, I had many who wanted to fuck me, or be fucked by me, a single photo update on my online profile was enough to see that I had improved physically to be more desirable, but the couple of times I had met someone it was just a hormone release to them, or another sexual conquest and then they ghosted me. I was a good enough one-time disposable fuck toy, but not good enough to date.
In my mind, it always came back to the voice that I wasn’t “good enough”. I wasn’t big enough, defined enough, handsome enough, so I did my best to focus that negative energy into my workouts. Given my pre-depression mindset of body dysmorphia for wanting to be a juggernaut of muscle and strength, this caused quite the feedback loop of pushing myself like a madman in the gym.
Having all that fuel the fire of my workouts has no doubt been a benefit given my progress in the last few months even if it tends to scare off some people at the gym. Several friends I have lifted with commented that when they see the determination and focus on my face during a set, to them it came across as intimidating, aggressive and what one friend lovingly refers to as RBF (Resting Bitch Face).
“Hey James, how have you been?” I jump and turn around to see Scott one machine down from me.
“Oh, hey Scott, didn’t see you there. I’m good man, how’re you?” Normally I would say that even if I had seen him so as not to come across as a creeper, but I really hadn’t noticed him because when I lift, I am 100% focused on my form and my own body. All my concentration is in my muscles to ensure maximum engagement and results. I don’t scan the gym for whatever eye candy is there and ogle the guys showing off like so many do, despite Scott being seriously delicious eye candy. Plus, today he was in very different gym attire than what I was used to seeing him in (head to toe oversized sweats instead of a tight muscle tee and even tighter shorts that he normally wore) including a cap that obstructed his face so I honestly didn’t recognize it was him.
“Not surprised. You’ve got better focus than almost anybody I’ve seen. I bet a riot could erupt and you wouldn’t know until you were done with your set!”
“Probably. Came close to that the other day apparently. There was some issue with another member that had to be asked to leave and I had to ask what happened after all was said and done because I was doing a drop set and missed the whole thing! Besides, you look like you’re trying to avoid the paparazzi dressed like that! What’s new with you? Still prepping for that show in February?” Scott had planned and started doing prep three months ago for a show that took place last week but had to back out last minute due to other obligations. Scott had one of the best physiques I’ve ever seen in person coupled with a model level gorgeous face and a really nice, genuine personality. He was honestly as close to my ideal guy as possible which of course meant he was unavailable. Despite that letdown, he has taught me quite a bit about different exercises, plus helped me a bit with how to pose (which is nowhere near as easy as spectators believe).
“Oh yeah, that was a bit of a mess I heard. Steph had to threaten to call the cops before he finally left.”
“Yep. Which given the fact that I’m sure she could have kicked this guy’s ass by herself was merely a courtesy to him.” Steph was one of the employees at the gym. She is about 5’6 or so but better built and more conditioned than half of the guys who work out here. Couple that with a “take no shit” type of personality and she’s a force to be reckoned with! She will speak her mind even if it’s not in a professional way and is one of the funniest and friendliest people I know. She is not someone I would like to mess with though, even if I have a good 6” in height and 100 or so pounds on her. She’s small but she’s scrappy.
“No doubt! I would not want to get on her bad side for sure! And no, not looking to avoid the paparazzi, I’m not that popular. Yeah in the midst of prep for it, hence the sweats. Time to up the cardio and it’s better to do cardio in sweats or heavy clothing as it traps the heat meaning you burn more calories. So how have you been? Haven’t seen you for a while.” Scott and I tended to lift at about the same time every day depending on our work schedules and had developed a rapport. Because I found him so easy to talk to, he inadvertently was one of those people that I had dumped my problems onto without consciously realizing it. The biggest of which happened to be my love life, or lack thereof, and all the things that had happened with Lee (my ex). He was one of the few people who helped keep me accountable and consistently going to the gym to help work through my issues and use the weights to better myself. Even though he was straight (which I found out after asking him out on an impulse, however he was extremely gracious and tactful in his response to my invitation) he was truly a nice guy and always had a nice word for me to help bolster my spirits.
“Um, good, I guess. Been a rough few days at work but hanging in there as best I can. Have another ‘anniversary’ coming up which will be a challenge but somehow, I will make it through. And believe me, you’re more popular than you realize! I’ll admit to having the urge to be a paparazzi and sneak a few shots of you from time to time! I haven’t, but the urge is there. You’ve got a killer physique; one you’ve worked really hard developing and one that should be photographed and shown off.” One thing I’ve learned about most “straight” guys who are bodybuilders, if you stroke their ego enough, they tend to overlook the sexual inuendo and subtle flirting.
“Ha!” he laughed and looked humble (yet another thing I found so attractive about him) “Maybe at a show, not any other time. But sorry to hear that you’re having a rough time. Well Halloween is coming up so that should help you right? Isn’t Tric doing some big Halloween party? You should get dressed up, go out, get drunk, have some fun. Take your mind off things for a night.”
“You would think so right? I do actually have tentative plans with some friends to go to a party, but the anniversary is Halloween. Spent it with my ex last year post break-up to try and see how well we mesh as friends and he was the happiest I have ever seen him. The later it got, the drunker he got and more he went on about how great the other guy was and how happy he was in the relationship. Hard to sit through. Still, all I can do is take things one step at a time which right now means getting back to my workout and not letting a super stud like you distract me from my gains!” I laughed and took a quick sip from my shaker while I waited for his reply. He raised his hands in surrender with a grin forming on his face.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing that! I need to get my ass on the stair climber anyway. Have a good workout man and I’ll catch you later!” He shook my hand before turning to leave.
“Good luck climbing the Empire State Building!” I called after him grinning. He turned to smile back and then we both returned to our respective workouts.
I finished up my chest workout a short while later having fully exhausted myself and burned through all my frustrations caused by my job that day. I managed to catch Scott's eye and wave as I walked out of the gym saying goodbye to the person at the desk. Once outside I patted down and searched in my pockets to find my keys. Realizing they weren’t there and most likely landed in my gym bag, I stopped at the back of my car setting the bag on the trunk to fish them out. Without warning, I was starting to sob digging around my bag. Despite every effort to the contrary, the memories of last Halloween were filling my mind and I was recalling the look of pure exultant joy on the face of the man that I saw my future with knowing he had already chosen another…
“Excuse me?” I hear a voice from slightly behind me and turning around I was face to face with a middle-aged woman. Wiping my face quickly I did my best to put on a smile and “brave face”.
“Yes?” I asked trying my best to look respectable and courteous despite wanting to run away to be alone.
“I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something. I brought this old chest to sell at the antique store here and I’m having some trouble getting it out of my car. Would you be so kind as to help me?”
“Of course. Let me just put my bag in my car quick and I’ll be right there.” I smiled again and using the remote on my keys to unlock the doors, which I had finally located and extricated from the jungle of my gym bag, tossed the bag in the back seat and followed to her vehicle.
“Thank you so much for this. I was counting on someone in the store being able to help me, but no one seems to be around and I’m in a bit of a hurry.” She did look slightly frazzled saying this and checked her watch to see the time.
“It’s no trouble. I’m happy to help out.” She had a sizeable chest, at least a good 3 feet long and 2 feet wide secured with bungie cords into the trunk of her car. It had very intricate carvings all along it and despite looking extremely old, it was in almost immaculate condition. “This is beautiful.” I commented as I began undoing the bungie cords. “It’s a hope chest, right? My mom has one. Not nearly as detailed as this but about the same size.”
“Yes. It belonged to my great aunt who recently passed away. I’m in charge of her estate and when some things didn’t sell at the auction and no one claimed them as inheritance, my only choice left was to sell them. For some reason this one didn’t sell at the auction even though the auctioneer was sure it would be one of the highest ticket items due to its condition. A friend suggested I bring it here.” Having been dragged to several auctions as a kid (and hating every minute of it) this was odd to me. Usually people will buy the strangest things when they can do so for pennies on the dollar of what they are actually worth. And this piece seemed highly valuable, so it was a shock to me that someone hadn’t snatched it up. I managed to pull the chest out easily enough given it was empty and she closed the trunk. “Actually, my friend suggested I try for that Antique Roadshow first and that maybe it would be end up being worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I don’t want to spend that much time and effort on it. I just need to get rid of it as I live out of state and can’t miss too much more work.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Loosing someone is never easy.” I puffed out as I walked trying my best to hold onto this thing. It was an awkward shape and size with no handles and I guess, without realizing it, I was trying to show off for this complete stranger by not having her help me carry it. Hearing about this woman’s family member dying shifted my mind immediately back to Lee as I walked toward the antique store next door to my gym. It was so strange that I only now realized it was exactly like a death that I was mourning but he was still alive. He was forever out of my life as though he died but he is still living and happy just not with me which somehow made it that much worse.
“Thank you. To be honest, I never knew her that well so I’m not sure why she entrusted me to do all this, but here I am.” She shrugged at this and walked a bit ahead of me to hold open the door to the antique store. “You can just leave that here they said. Someone will take it to the back when we’re done filling out the paperwork after the appraisal. Thank you so much again for your help.”
“You’re very welcome. I hope you have a good rest of your day and sorry again for your loss.” I smiled and turned to leave when something about the chest recaptured my attention. The woman was already moving deeper into the store to find the clerk or whomever to do the appraisal, but I was drawn back to this chest. It really was beautifully decorated and well maintained on the outside. Wonder what the inside looks like I thought and found myself kneeling to open it.
It opened smoothly and was almost completely empty except for a single piece of paper. Reaching in to check it wasn’t something the woman might need that would accidently get lost with the chest, I found myself stunned at what I was looking at.
The page looked and felt ancient. That really old thick paper or parchment that you see in movies or TV shows that is from the 1700’s or something. It didn’t feel delicate or fragile despite its apparent age. It was obviously torn from a book given the single jagged edge, but the rest of whatever book it came from was nowhere to be found. What was even more intriguing about this old page however was what was written on it:
This page is conjured for a person whose life is woefully out of balance.
Someone has caused you great pain for their own gain and this must be brought back to balance.
Use the power of All Hallows Eve to call upon the forces needed to restore balance.
If you truly believe, the instructions will appear. If not, this page will soon vanish and travel to the next person most in need of its services.
I looked up with the overwhelming desire to laugh. This had to be a joke, right? Was there a camera somewhere, or was this planned just for me? It was too… specific. Well no more or less specific than most psychic readings in my opinion. Despite my skepticism, I always thought there was something out there beyond the tangible. Never really anything as mainstream as magic as that felt too easy, but I’ve had too many unexplainable things happen that I can’t help but believe there is some kind of force working in our lives that we haven’t identified… or maybe just forgot about/lost faith in?
I looked around the store quickly to see if the woman had returned or was nearby to ask about this strange page and when I couldn’t locate her, assumed she went into a manager's office or back room and returned my gaze to the paper. There, below the first few lines, a new sentence appeared:
No this is not a joke.
That wasn’t there before. I know it wasn’t. Must have been some reaction to the sunlight after being planted in the dark chest. I remember reading about inks and dyes that act like “invisible” ink but require light or heat to be made visible again. Definitely a neat trick or novelty item, especially given that Halloween was so close. The only thing that could have made this even creepier would be…
I watched as my name was written onto the parchment. Not slowly appeared as though the ink were drying, but actually written out, letter by letter by some unseen hand. I dropped the paper in shock. Okay… either this is the best prank setup in history…
Or it’s real.
Like really real.
Holy… or maybe unholy?
There was no denying now that I believed this was some sort of magic but the question now thundering in my head was: what would be the cost of using it? I heard the sing song, high pitched voice of Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon A Time in my head: “Magic always comes with a price dearie”. What exactly would happen? Restore my life to balance? That could mean any number of things. Without even really registering it, I had picked up the paper from the floor, folded it gently before putting it in my pocket then I was walking towards the back of the store to find the woman. She was talking to a man in what looked like a back-office area.
“How much would you like for the chest?” I asked before really thinking through what I was asking. Why do I suddenly want to buy this woman’s hope chest? I didn’t have a use for it, didn’t really have a place for it in my apartment... but something inside told me I had to have it.
“Oh!” She was shocked by this and said she’d be happy with $200. I told her I would be right back as there was an ATM at the end of the strip mall. The salesperson looked annoyed and I heard him say he could beat the price, offering to pay several hundred dollars more, but apparently the fact that no one from the store had helped her move the chest countered the lost income. Not to mention would save her time not having to fill out paperwork and wait for this guy before she could leave. I returned about 5 minutes later with the cash in hand and hauled off the chest I just brought inside back out to my car. Bringing over the bungie cords she had used and giving them to me as a ‘bonus with purchase”, she shook my hand and thanked me. I moved around to the driver’s door pulling out the folded page from my pocket as I went and got in the car. I had originally planned to go home and have my post workout meal but as I sat in the car looking at the unfolded page with the instructions for what to do magically appearing, I knew those plans had changed. Now, I have a couple stops to make.
Don't know why but I thought I'd repost my old story that I wrote for the old forums back when I wasn't himrbicep. I feel like I haven't contributed to this forum since its rebirth. Its a kinky story, and quite dark in places, but I have a feeling some people on here will enjoy it in its fullness haha. I apologise, where I wrote it in parts some is first person and some is third person, hopefully it's not too jarring. Enjoy! And feedback or opinions please let me know
I've always been a fan of longer stories myself, so it's a big one! x
I guess I ought to start this story with a look at the past, because that’s where it truly began.
At the age of 7 my mum and I had just moved into a completely new neighbourhood. Looking back now it was perfectly delightful, but being a young strong minded individual I was still sulking about leaving the estate I’d grown up on. It was a beautiful day, and the house was truly a beauty. White picket fences, a little balcony on the front, nicely trimmed hedges and all that jazz. Truth is my dad had died, I hardly ever saw him while he was living and so I guess the fact he’d gone and left a fair bit of money behind was only a good thing as far as I was concerned.
I jumped out of the truck, now I was actually here I was a little less stroppy, but I still couldn’t help be extremely nervous. My name is Charlie by the way, at the age of 7 I was a pretty cute little kid I guess. Light brown hair that stuck up wherever it wanted to, and little blue eyes that were forever sparkling, I used to play outside a lot, and so while at such a young age I was by no means athletic looking, I was definitely fit. I went bounding up the front path and into the house, the massive staircase twisted up and around onto a long slightly darker landing, I remembered where my room was and went running to see… nothing. It was still empty, the only thing in it was my bed, but that was boring, I didn’t want to sleep. I trotted gently to the window to check on my mum, and could see her looking through a couple of boxes in the back of the car whilst waiting for the lorry with the rest of our stuff. It was then I saw someone else out of the corner of my eye. Another kid, who looked to be about my age was playing in his front garden next door. I went running downstairs and out the front door and stuck my head up over the fence, but suddenly found myself with nothing to say. I stared at him, and he stared blankly back at me.
“Hello?” he said after a horrendously long silence. I sort of smiled and made a ‘heh’ noise. For some reason I had gone shy. He looked at me like the strangest thing he’d ever seen and I suppose I can understand why. After another couple of seconds he dropped his football and moved closer towards the fence. “I’m Chris” he said plainly, and this time smiled, and I don’t know why but that smile made me so happy I found myself able to talk. “I’m Charlie” I replied simply “I think we’re neighbours now” I added, and the two of us smiled together.
Over the next month Chris and I became the best of friends, we were never apart, when we were at school we sat together, and talked behind our books when we were supposed to be reading, and when we were home he was at my house or I at his, and we would make cushion forts, kick a football or something along those lines. My favourite game however, I decided was wrestling, and while we were never technically any good, and we just had fun doing it, there was something really enjoyable about the closeness. Chris had the brightest blond hair you’d seen and sparkly blue eyes and pouty lips and was ever so slightly bigger than me, this almost indefinitely meant I never won, but for some reason that I could not at that age fathom – I didn’t care. I was almost pleased about it, as though letting Chris win was the right thing to do, and me being on the floor underneath him was where I should always end up. There was not a thing about our playing that was sexual at that age, it was just boys being boys, but we were incredibly close, and promised to be best friends forever.
Our promise was kept, and we got through four years of junior school, never leaving each other’s side, we still would play outside after school, or sometimes on video games now, and we loved each others company. I had grown a fair bit, and I loved being one of the taller people in class, in fact the only person that made me feel small was Chris, because he had grown even more. The teacher would often mention his size, he wasn’t a freak by any means, but if we all stood together his head poked out above ours, and he was slightly thicker too, most of the kids my age looked like stick insect human beings, apart from Jim the ‘fatty fat fat’ of the class. Why Chris grew faster I didn’t know, I didn’t even consider it, we lived pretty much the same lifestyle, but I guess he just had different genetics to me. I wondered sometimes when we wrestled, and I ended up on the floor underneath his ever heavier weight, just how big he was going to get. By the time we left school he was really starting to grow fast, and I could notice little muscles bulging on his body, you wouldn’t know I had muscles looking at me! But I didn’t care that Chris was bigger, we were best friends, and he could always win wresting matches whenever he wanted, he didn’t have to try very hard at all either, and I still got that strange bubbly feeling inside when he won and was on top of me.
The summer holiday that year was a horrible one. My nerves about finally joining the big school were taking over my life. I had gotten used to being the oldest and one of the biggest and now I was going to be the smallest. Chris didn’t care so much, he never really worried about anything much. It was nice to know I would have him beside me. Or so I thought.
I remember that day more than any other in my entire life. The day Chris told me he was moving away. I cried inconsolably, I didn’t understand why he had to leave, how he could let his mother drag us apart. It wasn’t fair, and I knew I would never have another friend like Chris. I remember the day I waved goodbye to him and his mother sat in the front of the delivery truck. Tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t stop them, Chris just looked rather glum, ever the tough one in the friendship….
But that was over five years ago now, and I look back on it with a sort of appreciation that I had a friend as good as Chris. I had gone to secondary school, and it hadn’t killed me, and I had done pretty well through it, I made some close friends- Clare and Liam the closest, and life was going fine. Today in fact is my first day of sixth form, when I can begin to study towards my A-level examinations. I turned up to school feeling rather pleased with myself, sixth formers had to look smart, and I had a great suit on that I thought I looked quite nice in. I was about six foot now, still slim built, with a hint of athleticism I suppose, so I guess I turned out ok, and was hoping to attract some attention now I didn’t have to wear the old grey school shorts and socks!
I went down one of the halls to my new registration group and sat down, everyone was buzzing excitedly and catching up on their summer holidays past. The register was taken and I started to head down the halls for my first biology lesson, I was aware at that point of someone coming down the corridor, and it wasn’t until I did a double take that I noticed the size of him! He was about six foot four I would say, and extremely broad, he wore a suit also and filled it out almost to bursting, he must be a new student, I would have remembered a tank like him. I remember briefly thinking that I wish I could be a little bigger in shape as I went to pass him but the next thing I knew I was shoulder barged so incredibly hard I slammed into the locker and fell to the floor. The corridor thank god was pretty empty so I don’t think anyone saw. I stood up rubbing my head and drew my gaze up the enormous form in front of me; the handsome face was sneering at me with some sort of proud amusement. It was then I recognized the face in front of me, my mouth dropped open and my heart beat faster in my chest. “You always were the small one Char” he said in an incredibly deep voice, and without further ado strut off down the corridor chuckling. I stood frozen for a minute, gob smacked by what had just happened. That was Chris, there was no denying it.. but how much bigger had he gotten, and why had he just shoulder barged his old best friend with the force of a train?
Biology passed by without much special occurring, that said if something special had happened I wouldn’t have noticed it, to say my head was somewhere else would be an understatement. Chris was huge; I could hardly believe the change in him. If I looked in the mirror now I could still see the young boy I had grown up from in my features, but Chris was so far from how I remembered him it was hard to believe he was the same person. I kept wondering why he had barged me so hard, I was 99% sure it wasn’t an accident. Maybe he was just being old jokey Chris, heck, if I were as big as him I would probably want to show it off a little, especially to get a reaction from someone who hadn’t witnessed the change in progress. Something deep inside of me however felt like something had changed, that our relationship wouldn’t be able to simply carry on as magically as it used to, if you’ve seen the film Fox and the Hound.. I kinda felt like the fox right now. Still, we had always played rough when we were little, maybe he just didn’t realize his strength these days and was just playing around like we used to in the front yard. I hoped so, and I definitely wanted to speak with him soon.
My next class was English, and I looked around the almost full classroom for my now gargantuan friend, but he wasn’t there. I noticed Liam towards the back and went to sit with him instead and told him about what had happened, he told me to be careful and stay away but I laughed it off and thought nothing of it. Lesson after dull lesson occurred and I still didn’t see a sign of Chris, which is tricky with him being the size he was. I arrived at gym class slightly earlier than the rest of the class and had changed into my loose polo top and shorts and was sat on a bench in the gym awaiting the rest of the class. The students were filing in one by one and I was suddenly aware that I didn’t really want to see Chris in this class, he was too big, and as if by some cruel fate no longer had the thought finished passing through my mind when the coach walked in… followed closely by Chris.
If he had looked big this morning in his suit he looked positively insane in his PE top. The fabric was stretched so tightly across his body that you could tell exactly what his body would look like if he had been naked. His arms were what first caught my attention, great basketball sized biceps hung from the short sleeves, criss-crossed with veins the thickness of my little finger almost. His forearms were thick and strong, and so veined they looked almost like a road map of some point. I glanced back up to look at his huge shoulders and thick bulging neck and my eyes bulged slightly as I took in the largest chest I’d ever seen, his shirt was stretched ridiculously tight over it, and you could tell there was a deep crevasse in between the two pecs, his nipples had so much muscle packed behind them that they were pointing down almost to the floor and made two large bumps in the material. The t shirt wasn’t tight across his abs like it was the rest of his body purely because the jutting of his pecs pulled the material forwards almost like an awning. His thighs erupted out of his obscenely small shorts like tree trunks of pure power and mighty bulging carves bulged out of his lower leg, his shorts I noticed with an afterthought looked pretty tight too.
I swallowed hard as he walked down the gym to sit on one of the further benches; he didn’t so much as glimpse at me. I watched him go past, his expansive back almost resembling the sails on a passing ship as he went, tight muscular round buttocks rolling against each other as he walked under the tight pale blue cotton. I wrenched my gaze back to the coach, mouth slightly open, and was distantly aware of the creaking of the bench at the end of the gym.
“Welcome to your first term of Physical Education in the sixth form” he started, the coach was a big man by any standards but after watching Chris enter the room none us were in the slightest bit impressed. “We’re starting this half term with wresting” he announced, and a small part of my soul died at that exact moment. “As it’s the first week we’ll just have some practise bouts and I’ll come around and check how much you remember from last year. I’ll let you choose your own partners, and we’ll have four matches going on at any one time in each corner of the gym. GO” he finished, blowing his whistle, and I stood immediately looking for Liam with an almost terrifying urgency but before I had even made a move a large strong hand had a grip on my shoulders. I turned feeling ready to faint, as I was met with the same smug cocky grin I had seen in the corridor earlier “For old times sake?” he asked, feigning an innocent expression, before steering me onto a mat.
After a few moments more everyone else had found their partners, and the first four partners were ready to begin. I stood facing my opponent, trying my absolute hardest not to vomit. Another whistle blew and before I knew what was happening something that I could only compare to a rhino launched itself in my direction, I was thrown to the matt with such force that my head bounced with a sickening thud and then I was shoved onto my front and my arm was pulled behind me so forcefully I was slightly surprised it didn’t dislocate. I felt his ton weight resting on the small of my back, it didn’t hurt but the sheer weight of him was almost making taking breath difficult. “Bring back memories does it?” I heard a snicker in my ear. Several of the other students had laughed at the quickness of the fight, and a couple more had gathered round to watch the next, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Chris climbed off of me and I slowly got up trying to catch my breath and trying not to look too defeated or embarrassed. We got back into the starting positions, and I could see he was looking pumped, his muscles slightly red, almost as if anticipating more. Another whistle blew and this time I managed to take a step forward, I’m not sure what I had planned, but it didn’t matter anyway. Two large hands grabbed onto my waist so tight I thought I might burst, the next thing I knew my body was rising up in the air as if I weighed nothing at all and I was being turned upside down. I felt his head in between my thighs, and was powerless to do anything as he jumped forwards ready to slam me into the ground. I hit the floor hard, and the weight of the man landing on top of me forced every particle of air in my body to come whooshing out loudly. The class burst out laughing and just to add to my embarrassment Chris’ crotch was directly over my face. Winded as I was I was powerless to do anything and wriggled my head in vein slightly only to feel the biggest cock imaginable flop down my cheek. Through the thin material of Chris’ shorts I could feel the heat of it, and it felt to be about 7 inches long, completely soft!! I wriggled frantically now, completely freaked out by what used to be my best friend in the whole world and the class was roaring with laughter now as I tried useless to push up against Chris’ monstrous thighs, it was like trying to life a steel car off of my body. Chris purposefully got up as slowly as possible, and managed to rub his enormous crotch right across my face once more. He finally got up and I went running off into the changing rooms embarrassed out of my mind. As the locker room door closed behind me the laughter was drowned out, and I sat in the cold silence for a second, feeling my face glowing with blush. I look down totally dismayed, I had a raging erection. What had happened to Chris, why was he being so nasty to me? What was happening to me, getting turned on by a beating from another man? I didn’t have time to think as I head the door swing open once again, I did my best to hide under some nearby clothes.
I sat trembling under the coats and was all too aware of the heavy footfalls coming in my directions. I thought for one fleeting moment they were going to continue and go straight past but silence fell over the room as the person stopped walking. I knew who it was without having to look; the person on the other side of those coats was almost radiating hugeness. I was starting to feel a little sick. I could hear a deep chuckling building up on the other side of the material and could feel myself going red in the face.
“Pathetic” the voice said simply, and then a vice like hand grabbed my through the clothes haphazardly piled atop me and pulled me up into the air again with no effort at all. I was dropped onto the floor directly in front of him, but didn’t manage to land properly and slipped clumsily down onto my ass. I looked up nervously at Chris and… he seemed bigger. I couldn’t tell if it was the angle I was at or not, but from my position on the floor he looked to be at least 6 foot 7, and the pump he had gotten in the gymnasium was still evident, and then a bit more muscle seemed to have appeared on top of that. I stared, shutting my mouth quickly as I realized it was hanging open. Being so close to his feet part of his face was obscured by the jutting chest that hung off his frame. I felt no need to continue staring up at him like this, I didn’t want to fuel the man’s ego, and so I began to rise slowly, though the shaking in my knees made my hope of looking graceful impossible. I stood to my full height, and there was no denying now the change in him, I had to look up to see his strikingly handsome face, and I felt myself shiver at the thought of what Chris could do to me here on my own.
“Why’d you run away?” he growled and I decided not to answer him, I thought it was fairly obvious. “I wasn’t finished with you” he added, and that thought scared the life out of me, I would have ended the lesson resembling pate if we had continued any further. He took a step forward so that his almighty chest thumped into me, though at his new height his chest was hitting me more at chin level, and I stumbled back. He grinned evilly.
“What’s happened to you?” I asked, trying to sound brave, but my voice quivered betraying me. Again he laughed, and his vast chest shook and his abs contorted and twisted under his top. He looked down at me once again, taking another step forward and forcing me to stumble a pace backwards. “Nothings changed at all, I was always better than you and I still am” he said grinning. “But we were best friends” I said, I heard myself and realized I sounded as though I were begging. At this he took a large step and his chest thumped into me so hard that I was caught of balance and went stumbling backwards until I hit back hard against the wall, smacking my head hard enough against the brick to make me temporarily see stars. Through the fog in my brain I could see him advancing and he didn’t stop until his mammoth body had me pinned against the wall. “Lets get one thing straight little man; I don’t need friends like you anymore,” he paused as he raised his hands into the air “I’ve got these babies now” he said and flexed triumphantly. I couldn’t help but gasp as the biggest bicep muscles I had ever seen in my life burst into life in front of my eyes. The huge peaks of muscle split, rising higher and higher bursting with veins and emitting such evident power I knew then and there he could kill me with them. Despite the intense fear his muscle display was causing me, his show of power and the inexplicably manly smell that was wafting from his deep manly pits was causing a reaction in me I couldn’t even begin to explain, and one I hoped to high heaven Chris wouldn’t notice. He flexed his chest now, and through the top I could veins and striations formed in ways I didn’t know possible, the muscles in his chest, which if I’m honest felt more like rocks, were forcing their way into my chest as though it were made of butter and I could feel myself being crushed against the wall behind me. “You were nothing then… and you’re less than that now” he said, and clearly the friendship we had shared as children meant not a thing to him now. My arousal and fear left no room for sadness at his remark, and my erection was almost painful now.
He relaxed his chest and I was able to take a breath in at long last. He shook his head slowly, as though I truly disgusting him, and I felt myself averting his gaze in shame. “I’ll be needing your lunch mo…” he began, but stopped suddenly, and I looked up to see what had stopped him, hoping against hope that he had spotted more worthy of his interest than me. I almost died when I saw him looking at the all too obvious, though not exactly impressive, tent in my shorts. I began jabbering, trying to explain that I wasn’t gay, that he wasn’t turning me on, tried to say anything that would stop the unavoidable beating that was heading my way. He made his way towards me far quicker than he had before and I felt a huge hand wrap firmly around my throat, and my feet left the floor as I was slid effortlessly up the wall. He held me up maybe three feet off the floor, and I began choking something fierce. The force of his grip was so strong my choking was practically useless; there was no way consciousness was staying with me today. I tried to kick my legs but his mammoth chest had them pinned almost painfully against the wall, my fingers worked frantically in vain to try and get him off me, but I soon realized that my two hands working together were powerless to even remove one of his fingers. Despite the seriousness of the situation I found my eyes becoming fixed on the almighty biceps and triceps that kept me up here as though I were a feather, and I was aware that my erection was still throbbing in my shorts, which was probably angering him further. The veins in his forearms popped up in relief as the hand tightened itself tighter around my pathetically fragile neck. I could feel my wind pipe getting close to collapsing, and my vision began fading as I knew I was about to pass out when “Chris?” called a voice from the other end of the changing room, it was the coach.
I felt the hand release me and again I fell badly, though this time I managed to land on my feet. I let out a huge gasp and then a cough, but Chris obviously wanting to hide my presence slapped a hand over my mouth with such a force that my face stung from the force of the slap. My body was still trying to get more air into my lungs and I choked still, the sound muffled in the large hand over my mouth. I was in pain, and gasping for breath to stay conscious, and yet somehow I found myself wanting him to put one of those big manly fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. “I’m here coach; I think that little guy took off. I’ll be right out” he called down the changing room, and I prayed to God to bless the man that had saved my life. “I’m not surprised” replied the coach “he looked like a 5 year old girl next to you” the coach continued clearly unaware I was present. A whole new shade of red made itself apparent across my face and Chris looked at me with a smug grin. “This isn’t over” he said simply, venom in his voice. He removed his hand, and strutted round the corner towards the exit of the room. I slid down the wall and burst into tears, my hopes of a friendly reconciliation shattered. My first day of school had gone from an exciting new chapter in my life, to a brand new nightmare thanks to a changed face from the past.
Charlie sat in his room that night feeling sick to depths of his stomach, his homework, which would usually take half an hour or so had been delaying him for at least an hour now. He couldn’t get the images of today’s meeting out of his head, he couldn’t ignore the soreness around his neck from where the strong hand had crushed into the skin, and by far worse of all, he couldn’t do anything about the random insatiable erections that kept popping up in his boxers.
He slept uneasily that night and awoke in the morning mortified to find he’d had a wet dream, he couldn’t remember at all what he’d been dreaming about, but Charlie was fairly sure he knew. Charlie began to pack his things ready for another day of school and for the first time in as long as he could remember he found himself not wanting to go, wanting to pretend to be ill and stay at home, where he knew he wouldn’t bump into a certain someone. But no, there was nothing to be achieved by doing that, and so with as much false confidence as he could muster he made his way to another day of school. The first lesson was fairly normal in its long boring lecture like style, and indeed second period passed without a single mishap, but the one thing that Charlie really did notice, was that wherever he was, he could here someone whispering about the huge new kid, and Charlie couldn’t help but get down a little every time he heard it. Indeed out on the school field during their morning break much talking behind hands was going on, and Charlie headed with much anticipation to where he and Clare and Liam usually hung out, behind a secluded patch of trees where they could have a laugh in their own space, as he paced down the sloping grass he felt his phone vibrate and smiled when he saw Clare ringing him, he didn’t answer as he knew she’d be hurrying him on like she always did and he began to run down to where the trees were. As soon as he was round the corner a foot tripped him and Charlie went skidding across the ground. With his heart immediately in his throat Charlie span round onto his back to look up into the one face he wanted to see less than any other, before he could begin to get up a huge triumphant foot had slammed Charlie back on the ground with a woomph, and struggle though he might, there was nothing he could do. Charlie met the cold gaze of his recent tormentor, and then found he couldn’t look at them anymore and averted his gaze.
‘Little fag can’t stay away’ Chris said slowly, twisting his foot on my chest softly almost as though contemplating whether to crush it or not. ‘Guess you wanted another beating to go home and whack that puny little cock to huh?’ he said in a mocking tone and the blush that seemed to be a permanent feature on Charlie’s face recently made its way across his nose and ears. ‘Chris I’m not gay’ he replied, stunning himself that he even managed to speak a word let alone a sentence. ‘Not gay…’ Chris laughed, bending down to pick Charlie up with one hand on either side of his head, lifting him until his face was crushed against the mammoth left pec of Chris’s enormous chest, hard nipple pressing just below Charlie’s bottom lip through the thin sleeveless vest. Immediately the naturally manly smell of the body in front of him made Charlie feel light headed, ‘then do you mind explaining the pathetic boners you keep springing every time you get near my muscles?’ Charlie shook his head slightly, the rock hard nipple rubbing against his chin. Chris let go and Charlie dropped the two inches or so to the ground, gasping quietly as he realized that the bottom of Chris’ pecs were now level with his forehead, though he didn’t understand it, nor want to believe it, Chris had grown massively again over night and was probably now just over seven foot, how was that even possible!?
After a second or so of silence Charlie sighed quietly, ‘I don’t know what to say… I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before’ at this Chris snorted as though it were obvious that no one could be bigger than him ‘and I just’ Charlie paused trying to think of the words ‘I just see how big and powerful and strong you are and it makes me feel so small… like you are so much better than me.’ Charlie didn’t get the chance to say another word as Chris had burst out laughing, ‘I am so much better than you,’ he said with a cocky smirk ‘you are a pathetic little nothing that should be thrilled I even know who you are, and you better think of a fucking good reason why I shouldn’t snap you in half and leave you here for the worms.’ He said, his voice getting quieter as he continued. Charlie visibly shook where he stood, not a clue in the world what to say, ‘for old times sake?’ he said hopefully, but Chris shook his head ‘not good enough.’ Charlie looked back down at the floor again, trying to stop the tears in the corners of his eyes as he realized he was about to sell his soul to the devil. ‘I’ll do anything you say for the rest of my life’ Charlie said quietly, almost hoping that no one would hear him say it. ‘Anything?’ came the deep voice of the man stood above him, and Charlie nodded silently, looking up to the most sinister smug grin he had ever seen in his life.
‘So if I should need some last minute homework doing for me?’ Chris asked and again Charlie nodded in silence, ‘or if I should need some money for food’ he continued and Charlie once again nodded. ‘What about…’ Chris went on, his grin spreading further across his face, ‘what about if my sweaty manly pits need a good clean after a heavy workout?’ Charlie gawped open mouthed, stunned by what the man in front of him had just said, he stood stunned, trying to process what he’d just heard, when he noticed Chris lifting his left arm up above his head, and vest he was wearing allowing for a view of the manly crevasse that Charlie’s new tormentor had mentioned, a large hand cupped the back of his small head and Charlie found himself forced forwards until he could see nothing at all, and all he knew was the feel of the hot skin against his face and the incredibly strong smell now filling his nostrils like a drug. As he shifted his head slightly, Charlie could feel the tendons of Chris’ biceps towards the top of his head, and other ligaments and muscles he didn’t know the name of beneath his nose and chin, the wideness of Chris’ seemingly ever growing lats meant that Charlie was surrounded on all sides by thick muscle, and Charlie suddenly found himself losing control of himself.
Charlie stuck his tongue out frantically, moaning slightly as he felt the hard bulging muscle under Chris’ skin, moaning slightly as he tasted the manly sweat that didn’t disgust him in the way he quietly knew is should, the light masculine hair tickled his face as Charlie wanted to more and more to be able to have his face over every part of Chris at the same time, he slid his head up, his tongue sliding from the pit to the underside of Chris’s gargantuan arm, that seemed now to easily be as wide as his own head. Charlie couldn’t explain it, but Chris’ skin, whilst being so silky in texture still allowed for the feeling of the steel like chords beneath it, and every inch of him tasted incredible, Charlie moaned to himself again as his tongue lost itself exploring crevices and ridges of rock solid muscle. Charlie almost creamed in his pants when he heard Chris whisper ‘fuuck’ under his breath, clearly enjoying the seeing to that Charlie was giving him, Charlie didn’t know who was more surprised by this turn of events, but he didn’t dare argue. Charlie’s cock was now rock hard against the hugely wide thigh he straddled comfortably, and he was about to begin thrusting when a heavy shove knocked him to the floor roughly. Chris laughed to himself, looking down still with a certain look of disgust. ‘Guess I may be able to find a reason to keep you around’ he smirked, before walked away, looking bigger than ever, and leaving Charlie with a face full of sweat and an erection he was sure would last forever.
I awoke the next day feeling extremely tired after what could only be called a restless night’s sleep. I found myself once again dreading the day ahead and what it would bring but felt such a hypocrite having spent most of the night furiously masturbating, thinking of how Chris’ muscles had felt against my face, how powerful he was, whilst I smelled his sweat that had dried on my face.
As it happened I had a relatively uneventful day at school, I mean sure I had passed Chris in the corridor and my insides had pretty much turned themselves inside out with fear, but he had simply smirked at me and walked on by. He was easily six foot eight now I looked properly, and while he hadn’t grown height wise much more his muscle had clearly not stopped expanding. He looked like a younger blonder bigger Zeb Atlas strolling down the corridors. The next day again I found myself feeling on edge pretty much all day but again made it through the day without any cause for concern. It was the Friday of that week I went into school feeling a tiny bit better, my body didn’t ache anymore in the areas Chris had gotten rough with and I was starting to think I might just have to suffer evil glances and occasional extra pieces of homework on Chris’ behalf. It was lunchtime and I didn’t have too long until classes started back up again so I ran to get my bag that I’d thrown in the P.E changing rooms before I ate. I retrieved my bag and went to have a quick piss, I had drunk far too much today. I was about to put my cock back in my pants when a large hand grabbed me by the face. It was so quick I didn’t even realise it was a hand at first, I couldn’t see a thing and in less than two seconds I felt myself pushed against a wall. I heard one of the toilet cubicle doors locking and began to tremble slightly; all too aware of what was beginning.
‘Didn’t want you getting too confident around here’ he said, his now familiar sneer planted firmly across his face. Whether it was me getting more attracted to him without realising or something else he seemed to be more handsome every time I saw him. ‘Why me?’ I asked simply, a tone of resignation in my voice, his smile grew even more as he let me go and laughed gently. ‘Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it Char’ he said with an almost playful hint in his voice that took me back to us wrestling as kids. ‘You may have noticed I’ve grown a lot since we were kids’ he continued, and I bit my tongue rather than risking my life by giving him attitude. ‘Since I’ve hit puberty I’ve noticed I enjoy exerting my power over people,’ he paused slightly as if recalling memories of such events and then spoke again ‘but more recently I’ve noticed that not only do I enjoy it immensely, but... it seems to make me grow.’ My mouth opened and I squinted slightly ‘that’s crazy Chris... it’s not possible.’ He laughed cruelly ‘the effects have been very very small for the last few years and I figured that just wasn’t going to do anymore, and then I remember you and me as kids.. what a pussy you always were and how you always seemed to be your happiest when I was kicking your ass’ I blushed furiously and shook my head ‘that’s not true!’ I lied quickly, so quickly in fact it gave me away instantly. ‘I figured that if making a small guy submit to me makes me grow, what would happen if I managed to find someone that actually enjoyed it, who felt in his guts like being a bitch was all he was born for..' I shook my head again more forcefully this time as if trying to fool myself more than him ‘it’s not true, you’ve gone mad’ I almost begged. He stared at me silently for a second or two, my heart seemed to beat loudly in slow motion as his hand reached for the collar of his sweat drenched gym polo and yanked.
His forearm bulged and with a loud rip that almost sounded like a bang his shirt was in tatters on the floor. His magnificent tanned pecs quivered no more than a foot away from my face and my eyes glazed over, my chin drooping as I stared in amazement at the body of the young god in front of me. His chest was indescribable, striations spread from the crevice in the middle of his chest outward, his enormous nipples lured my eyes to them and I wanted nothing more than to suck them onto my tongue. His huge powerful shoulders supported basketball size biceps both sporting a fat blue vein that pulsed across them and his abs, which I had never seen uncovered, stood fast like 8 solid bricks. ‘Gone mad have I?’ he mused quietly, ‘we both know I didn’t look like this when I barged past you in the corridor on Monday. Even then I felt a tingle in my core when you gazed up at me from the floor.’ I was stood now in silence, no matter how insane it sounded, or how much trouble I was now undeniably in he was definitely bigger, and if he was right and I was the key to that growth then there was a whole load more trouble coming my way. ‘Im afraid I’m starting to like being one of the biggest people on the planet’ he growled, his eyes now piercing into mine with such an intensity I felt like crying ‘so you’re gonna be my bitch from now on whether you like it or not.’ With that he moved towards me and bent his knees, he pushed his pec into my chin and my head was forced sideward against the wall, he straightened his legs still pushing into me and I felt his now erect nipple slide up the side of my face like a marble. I turned to face him, my nose resting in between his pecs and slowly slid my tongue upwards. He had obviously just finished a work out as I managed to catch a large amount of sweat on the end of my tongue, he tasted so good, so manly ‘like my man sweat bitch?’ He grinned a huge grin before flexing his colossal bicep with a grunt ‘get your mouth on this slut’ he growled and before I knew it I was whining like a bitch in heat, sliding my tongue and my lips over the hardest thing I have ever felt in my life, I wanted to kiss, lick, rub and smell it all at once it was so overwhelming. In the corner of my eye I could see Chris watching me and I moaned loudly as my wandering right hand made contact with his freaky quad. I rubbed and squeezed with my puny little fingers, sliding them along the separations in his muscle until the both of us froze when the back of my hand made contact with his cock.
I looked him in the eye and without looking down gave his mighty cock a squeeze; I could just about get my fingertips to touch around its thickness. I almost wanted to take my hand away it was so hot, but Chris’ meaty hands pushing down on my shoulders made it clear he had other plans for me. I knelt there in front of him for what seemed like forever, his thighs so thick that they filled my whole field of vision and acted as the perfect backdrop to the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It looked somewhere between the 10 and 11 inch mark, thick as anything and bursting with the sexiest veins I had ever seen. I had never sucked a cock before... or even thought about it, but staring at this giant piece of meat I can’t deny I wanted it. Clearly Chris had become bored with me staring as he suddenly shook his hips side to side as quick as he could and his massive dong slapped my face with such a force that the first hit made me yelp. The second and third still stunned me but I was more embarrassed than anything to think that a guy my age had a cock that was probably stronger than my entire body. I took the hint though and once again gripped his firm meat in my now tiny looking hand. I slowly lent forwards and kissed the head, spongy but hard, I kissed again, pleasantly surprised by the taste. Slowly my tongue slid along the bottom of his bulging head and he hissed, eyes closed, head rearing back. I squeaked loudly as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved, I thought his dick was going to push my tongue down my throat and I felt my lips stretch to their slutty limits. My mouth was forced wide open as his huge meat rubbed over my tongue and I spluttered as it hit the back of my throat, he pulled out and shoved back in several times with me gagging for air and trying to push his thighs away but of course any such attempt was a waste of time. After a couple of minutes he grunted and shoved all the way in, I’d never felt anything like it, I could feel inch after inch of his cock moving down inside my throat as his head stretched open my gullet on its way down. I felt my neck physically bulged and my eyes streamed with water as Chris looked down and moaned loudly ‘fuck yes, take it’ I could hardly breathe but still found my tongue lapping the underside of his dick as he raped my mouth with such an intensity I wondered how long it could continue. At several points I honestly thought I would pass out, his cock was so huge I simply couldn’t breathe and if it wasn’t for the occasional moment where he withdrew his cock slightly further than usual I would have been a goner. I found myself squeezing his massive thighs, looking up as his huge muscle tits bouncing with his thrusts, seeing the pure pleasure on Chris’ face did something to me I can’t explain, part of me did want to be here serving him. ‘I should warn you’ he said suddenly, and the sound of this deep panting voice both surprised and aroused me ‘the bigger I’ve gotten the more I’ve cum, you might wanna get out the way.’ For some reason I moaned at the thought of his hot spunk, maybe I hoped it would make me grow in the same way he did, but I decided to stick around. He thrusts became even harder and more sporadic and his grunts got deeper and louder, I could see his chest and biceps twitching and he withdrew so that just his cockhead was in my mouth. ‘You asked for it fucker’ he grunted through gritted teeth.
What happened next I could never have expected in a million years. His first shot of cum was so huge it completely filled my mouth to overflowing, the excess pouring out in thick slimy clots over my bottom lip onto my school shirt. The sheer force of the thick creamy spunk hitting the back of my mouth forced my head backwards and off his cockhead, and while I was still leant back reeling at what had just happen his second shot was now out in the open and free to hit me square on the bridge of my nose. Again the force of it was so extreme I went to shout but my mouth was still so full that I just gargled more spunk down my front. I winced as it slammed into my nose and flowed with speed up along my forehead and out across my cheeks, I sat there in disbelief drinking every drop I could while shot after shot after huge big thick hot slammed into my face. After what must have been twenty or so helpings he stopped, legs trembling slightly, and sneered down at me completely covered in his load, my chin dripping pathetically. I peeled my eyes open, gasping when I looked up to see he had easily grown another ten pounds in the time he had been fucking my mouth. Even more muscle bulged on his frame, he looked simply incredible. ‘I knew it had to be you’ he said in between pants ‘I fucking told you didn’t I you little bitch?’ he laughed. ‘Good luck cleaning that off before next lesson’ was all he said before he opened the cubicle door and walked away. I waited until I heard the changing room doors close, I don’t know how long it was after that I stood up, it wasn’t until that moment I felt my jaw, and my throat, and realised everything ached in the extreme. I looked down at my school uniform and was speechless, I looked like a blue whale had just used me as a fleshlight, my clothes were completely drenched in his thick load and there was a puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. I walked over to the sinks and started to cry when I saw myself in the mirror. There wasn’t a spot on my face that wasn’t covered, my hair was thick with it like shampoo and my hair stuck up on top of my head where he had grabbed me. I looked a complete and utter state. I used the back entrance and ran for all I was worth until I got home, uselessly trying to cover my face, my hair, my clothes. When I got home I sat on my bed and stared at myself in the mirror, stunned by what had happened, stunned by what the two of us were becoming, and hating myself for scooping the cum off my face and into my mouth.
I awoke on Saturday morning flooded with relief that I didn’t have to go to school, to face the questions of why I had suddenly left the day before, to face Chris. I spent the rest of the day lazing around the house, resting my aching limbs, rubbing moisturiser on my stretched out lips and stalking the muscle monster’s Facebook in the dirty hope of finding a picture I could stroke it to. As Sunday rolled by it was already three in the afternoon and I had to go to pick up a few things in the local store. I kept my tracksuit bottoms on and slipped on a loose fitting pair of sneakers, heading in through the front gates of the church ready to take the short cut through the graveyard. Since I’d left my house I couldn’t escape the feeling I was being followed, and halfway through the trees and graves, the afternoon sun causing everything to be tinted gold, I shivered. Looking to my left there was nothing but a few bugs humming lazily in the air and above me blue skies stretched forever uninterrupted. Gazing over to my right my heart missed a beat as I saw in the distance, stood amongst the gravestones farthest away, Chris.
I waited only long enough to see him move a fraction of an inch before turning, filled with complete fear, and running off the path and onto the grass to the left. Hopping over vines and growth and dodging between graves I was too scared to shout or look behind me, my only comfort was that I had been quite a way in front of Chris and the head start might be enough to get me home safe. In a happier moment I would have been proud of myself for running faster than I ever would have thought I could, but instead my thoughts were interrupted by the undeniable sound of bare feet thumping along the ground behind me and getting louder very quickly. In desperation I tried to change direction in the hope that the bigger man would be unable to follow but before I knew anything else two gigantic arms had completely engulfed me and the force of a now 6 foot ten Chris running at full speed hit me like a train. We went flying through the air, me straining for air against the tree trunk arms that had wrapped around me like snakes, and then landed hard on the ground. Chris’ full weight came down on top of me and I tried to scream in agony but as his huge muscular bulk landed on top of me I was completely winded and could only scream silently like a tortured fish.
‘That was fun, you should run every time’ growled Chris, his mouth somewhere above my ear as he held me still, I tried kicking my legs but every inch of me was pinned down by his massively powerful body. I lay there in the moment’s silence completely hating myself. Every time I saw this man I was filled with fear and dread, today more so than ever; and yet as soon as I heard his voice or felt his body I was so turned on I couldn’t think of anything else in the world than doing as he said. Since Friday’s meetings I also had to admit that as I lay underneath him I also craved the feeling of his giant man cock and his thick load in my mouth. ‘Unfortunately for you I’m starting to like growing more and more,’ he continued the smirk on his face audible in his voice. ‘All those sluts at school that follow me around don’t worship me half as well as you do.’ His huge forearm was under my chin and his weight on top of me pushed it hard into my neck and I could feel my head was starting to swim. He pushed himself up with his arms just long enough for me to take in a large gulp of air, grabbed me with one of his huge hands and flipped me effortlessly onto my back so I was now staring up into his achingly handsome face. I noticed now his shirt was gone and I flushed with embarrassment knowing that not only had I had a head start on him, but he had also managed to remove his shirt whilst running and still caught me with absolutely no effort. ‘Don’t pretend like you haven’t missed this Char’ he purred, before stretching his arms out above my head, linking his hands and lowering his colossal chest over my face. His pecs were so huge by this point that my nose could just about touch his breastbone in the gap between his pecs while the rest of his thick heavy chest muscle squeezed down and covered my whole face. He didn’t even need to say anything before I started to lick the sweaty rock hard sinews of his muscle tits. With his hands outstretched in front of him his armpits were fully open to air and even squashed underneath him I could smell his musky smell and found my head buzzing with the excitement of it. I realised that my hands were free and rushed to slide them from his ribs, around his impossibly wide lats and began stroking the thick mounds of his back muscles which bunched and rippled as he moved slightly. At a minute or so of this I slid my little hands back round underneath him and stroked up and down on his solid stomach, moaning slightly into his chest as my dainty fingers found each bump of his abs. Up and down I lovingly caressed when after a short while my eyes opened as my hand bumped into his gigantic cock, which had become hard at all this attention. I grabbed it with my fist and squeezed as hard as I could, he growled like a feral animal above me and I felt his body vibrate slightly as he did so, ‘that’s it, make me feel good, I think I can feel myself growing already’ he said and this turned me on beyond belief as I started sliding my hand up and down the thick meat. He pulled himself up and sat on my chest, I could hardly breathe under him but didn’t dare say so for fear he would stop what he was doing, once again I was truly under his spell.
As I stared at the God like man in front of me my mouth hung open, my eyes glazed over with lust, and I moaned quietly as he tore his shorts off with one strong hand. The cock that pulsed in front of me now was even bigger than it had been the last time I saw it only a few days before. It looked now to be around 12 inches, from down on the floor I could feel the heat radiating from it, smell that pure sexual alpha male smell. The veins that rippled all over it stood out in bold relief almost full to bursting, I had never been so turned on in my life. I stuck my tongue out eagerly as he used three fingers to push against the base of it, bringing it down with a thump across my face. It half obscured my vision and I trembled with both excitement and fear as I realised it was now longer than my face. I licked the underside, feeling content in a way I still couldn’t quite understand, I could do this all day if he asked me, though I didn’t want him to know that. He raised himself off me slightly and roughly rubbed the giant head of it all over my face, smearing me with gobs of thick juice as it leaked over my face, he spent a long time just rubbing it side to side over my lips. Looking up into his face he had a look of wonder and pride on his face and clearly found it arousing to see how much power he had over me, and how physically superior he was. I licked my tongue around the head as I had done the day before and he growled, an evil smile flashing down at me. He used his thick cock to slap my face and shoved in roughly into my mouth a few times clearly enjoyed himself. In a move so quick I hadn’t seen it coming he put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me up, we stood facing each other for a moment silently, his huge cock pressed directly into mine as if to show me how pathetically small mine was. He didn’t move or show any expression on his face and it dawned on me he wanted me to make the first move, to admit to both myself and him that I really did want this. I looked at the floor slightly ashamed, also not wanting to blow a load in my pants looking at him, and quietly said ‘I’m ready to suck you again.’ He laughed looking triumphant, fisted his cock a couple of times. ‘I know you are’ he said confidently, ‘but you forgot this isn’t about what you want, and I don’t think my cocks gonna fit down that tiny throat of yours anymore.’ I stared at him for a half a second in confusion before gasping as I realised what it was he had meant. I wasn’t ready for it. I had never taken a cock in my ass in my life and one as big as his would hurt worse than murder, I began to tremble and shake my head ‘I can’t,’ I squeaked terrified ‘I can’t take it!’ He smiled another sick smile ‘Oh but you will.’
I turned in a desperate attempt to run, even though he had caught me before and I made it no more than two paces when his large powerful hands clamped both my hips in a vice like grip, I wailed as he began pushing down and though I tried to resist it his arms proved more powerful than my legs and they gave way. One hand left my right hip and reappeared on my neck pushing my face into the grass and turning my butt up into the air, he ripped my shorts off effortlessly and paused for a second watching me shake underneath him ‘not a bad ass Char.’ I heard him spit a few times and could hear him rubbing his cock head with spit, then again a few more times and this time I felt spots of warm wetness hit my hole with surprising speed. Two fingers came from nowhere and shoved themselves inside me and I groaned as they felt themselves around my tight virgin chute. After a minute or so they were gone and I knew what was about to happen. I felt the head of his cock against my hole, it felt even bigger now that I couldn’t see it, like a powerful sweaty tennis ball at my innocent backside. I started to cry a little, pleading to the universe more than anything else ‘no no no no no’, there was a seconds silence and then I heard him hiss ‘yes!’ Both hands went back to my hips with their iron hold and he push forwards with such force had he let go I would have slid forward across the grass. The pain was indescribable. I screamed into the floor as I felt inch by inch of his mighty cock force its way into a hole that was simply not big enough for it. I could cry at this point, but instead gaped and shuddered as inch after further inch carried on up inside me so far I could feel it rising up inside my stomach area. He leant back to a kneeling position and the pure strength of his erection lifted me from the ground, stretching my hole to near breaking point, bringing another scream from me as my back thumped into his incredible chest. My own weight went against me now as I slid down the last two inches of his cock and felt my burning cheeks land on his rock hard veiny thighs. His right hand clapped over my mouth and pushed my head back against his shoulder and the other pushed down on my left thigh to stop me from trying to remove his cock. He stayed there motionless, as his thrilled cock vibrated and jerked, each time stirring my lower organs and causing more pain inside me. He was clearly relishing the feeling, I could feel his heavy breathing through the pecs and nipples that pushed into my back, hear him swearing under his breath and feel him continue to flex his thick cock inside me. As we stayed in that position, my weak body spread across his larger one like butter over toast the unbearable mind numbing pain lessened a little, not much mind you, but enough that after a while the tears that had been running down my face onto Chris’ hand stopped. Precum was oozing out of his cock now so much this it was already running out my hole down his cock and dripping from his orange sized balls, I wandered momentarily whether it was that that was soothing my insides.
So lost in the feeling was Chris that when it finally dawned on him he could start fucking me he jumped slightly with the excitement, again the movement caused his cock to move my insides around once more and I squeaked through his thick hand. ‘Get ready for the ride of your life bitch!’ He started bucking his hips slightly, and as he did a couple of inches of his cock started leaving and entering my ass, being so tight my inner walls gripped him to such an extent that the friction of his movements caused me to shudder, my eyes rolling back in my head as he moaned appreciatively. He slowly but surely began upping the power and his thrusts were becoming so powerful that his hips against my ass cheeks were literally starting to throw me in the air a little. As he pushed up his cock would push deeper than it had gone before, his balls and thighs on my ass and then as he stopped I would rise up in the air, like one does at the top of a rollercoaster, almost floating on his mighty tool. Then he would lower his hips back to their starting position, sliding his cock out of me a little before gravity began to force me back down his cock with a slurpy squelch that ended with me thumping down on his cock and forcing the head of it deeper inside me still, each of these weightless moments were proving to feel truly good and I would whine in pleasure, before falling back down onto the wide base of his cock and grunting as the pain came rushing back. I was starting to look like one of those children’s toys, with Chris being the small wooden bat that would hit the little red ball (me) which bounce around anchored to the bat by elastic (his cock.) He gave a loud shout of effort that made me jump before thrusting into me so hard I slid all the way up his cock until only the head was left inside me stretching my sphincter beyond belief, he had removed his hand from my mouth at this point and I let out a shout as he grabbed both my ankles and spun me 180 degrees so that when I slid back down his monster I was facing the now even larger muscle god. My hands immediately went to squeezing his huge rock hard muscles tits, so large now that my hands really didn’t cover very much of them, but as I played with his thick meaty nipples he groaned and cooed appreciatively and gave me a grin that said nothing other than ‘I own you.’ My fingers danced on the bulges of his sweaty abs as my nose drifted near his shoulder so I could smell the musk of his pits and despite the pain of the situation I knew in my heart I would do it again, as many times as he wanted over and over. His grunting began to get more sporadic, panting and moaning with rhythm as his thrusts became harder and faster. His huge hand grabbed my throat and with a huge squeeze that almost crushed my windpipe he began to push me back. I was now in a very awkward position that probably would have been painful if his one hand on my neck hadn’t been strong enough to support my weight. I was bent backwards now like one of the crab positions you see gymnasts do, my head now at the same height as my well filled ass with my torso forming a high bridge between the two. I moaned and made all sorts of embarrassingly effeminate noises as his cock touched parts of my innards now that I didn’t know could feel so good. As he started thrusting all the way into me again I couldn’t help but briefly wonder where it was all going, how it all fit in.
My thought process was interrupted when I heard him give an animalistic growl of lust. ‘O fuck yeah’ he shouted ‘that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my monster cock’s destroying your insides little bitch’ he moaned and as I craned my neck up I could just about see over my ribs and couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The flat tight smooth skin of my stomach was now bulging outwards with every thrust from his mighty tool, like a baby kicking in a woman’s tummy I watched as my skin stretched tight around the thick head of his cock. We took it in turns to place our hand over the bump as it rose and give it a quick squeeze before he withdrew and this pleasured him more than anything that had gone before. He swung me back up with a scream so that we were once again face to face and spat in my face ‘gonna cum.’ He kept his one hand around my neck again and then squeezed my ribcage with his other. ‘get ready bitch’ he grunted before using his hands to slide my whole body up and down on his cock like a giant human fleshlight. I squealed as I flew up down so fast it blurred my vision and made my head hurt. With a final large shout he pushed my right to the base, his pubes tickling my tender cheeks, muscular thighs against mine. ‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu’ he shouted and I screamed with renewed pain as his first huge load shot inside me so fast I thought it may have ruptured something. He continued to swear and call me all manner of names as shot after huge thick shot flew inside me, I could feel myself filling up and was now crying from the sensation whilst still being thoroughly turned on. I could feel cum squirted out my hole and down his cock now and I knew I was full and could take no more, I screamed and threw my fists against his chest which were now bulging with hundreds of veins but his eyes were now rolling back in his head such was his ecstasy. Still he shot inside me and I looked down and noticed my whole lower stomach bloating like a pregnant belly from the sheer volume of his spunk. Without warning he craned his head down and forced his large tounge into my screaming mouth. His tounge, now a good 7 or so inches long was so thick and powerful my tounge could hardly move against it, in fact as it slid down into my throat I couldn’t help but struggle to breathe around it. A minute or so later he finally stopped and leant back relaxing, I was panting and moaning and he laughed at me as he came down from his ecstatic high.. ‘O i needed that..’ he chuckled before looking at my little hard cock ‘and so did you if you’re man enough to admit it.’ He gave his body a quick once over, clearly pleased with how he looked. He laughed again triumphantly upon seeing my bloated cum belly, now sticking out a good six inches from where it would usually be. ‘Damn I seeded you good huh’ he said giving it a stroke, he then pushed hard with a finger into my gut and I cried out as I felt a large spurt of cum dribble down his still hard cock. ‘We’re gonna have to do that again soon’ he said with a last cocky grin. He pulled his mighty man dick from inside me and I whimpered as he threw me into the grass, cum flowed from my hole in streams and as my vision began to fade I turned to watch his amazingly muscled glutes walking away. I fainted in the grass, leaking.
Hey all, this is the first story I've actually bothered to see finished in a long time. It's been difficult writing, lately, and I don't expect this to be as well-received as some of my previous stories. But, I'm just happy to have finally finished something! So, let me know what you think. I hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable. OH! Also, this is a college story. No one is under 18. And of course it's entirely fictional, based on no real person or place.
He stood in front of us, visibly upset, breathing heavily, his chest and shoulders rising with his deep breaths.
"You all think you're so smart, huh?" he said, the venom clear in his voice. "Well, maybe one day you'll see that not everyone is born to be your victim. Not everyone will take your shit lying down."
"Dude, calm down, it was a joke," one of my friends said. And it really was just a joke, at his expense, of course, but a joke nevertheless. They... or I should say technically we just made fun of his thin size. Oh and we made several comments about him having a small dick. He really did have a small dick, though. Several of us had seen him naked in the shower.
But this is what dudes do! We make fun of each other, give each other shit. We did to him nothing that we haven't done to each other. I was honestly confused why he was taking it so personally. Maybe he was far more insecure than he let on?
"It's only a--ughh--joke if what you're saying isn't--rnnngg--true!" He had his hands clenched into fists, arms arched a bit, still breathing heavily. "But you know what? You'll see I'm a grower not a shower. Watch this."
And then, to our uncomfortable horror, he put his hand on his crotch and began rubbing it. I say "horror," when really it was just one of those really weird and awkward situations where you have no clue what to do with yourself. Do you respond? Try to diffuse the situation? Look away? Walk away? My own mind was a tangled mess of nothingness. I felt the urge to look away but my eyes remained fixed on him, particularly his crotch where we could all see him rubbing himself with an intensity we're all surely familiar with. I mean, we all jerk off, no doubt. But here he was doing it in front of us.
"Dude we've seen you hard, too. You're not that big then either so--"
"Sam, dude, shut the fuck up!" I snapped. Apparently he was too dense to realize this wasn't a time to be an asshole.
"Let him talk shit, it's okay. Mmmmyeahhhh..."
I looked back at him and his crotch had a definite tent there. He was wrapping his hand around it and squeezing and rubbing it, and he looked like he was enjoying it. I felt myself starting to get a little hard, too.
"Ready? Mmmm yeah... Watch."
I noticed that none of us had turned away, averted our eyes, or anything. As uncomfortable of a situation this was, it seemed that we were all more curious about what he was trying to prove than anything else. But I'll admit I was enjoying watching him jerk off, even though he was still fully clothed. Something about it was enticing. I suddenly wondered, though... what was it that made him get hard? It almost seemed as though he willed it to happen.
But then he took his hand away from his crotch and just stood there, eyes closed, head tilted back a little. He had a little grin on his face, and I suppose he truly was enjoying this, whatever it was. But then I looked back at his crotch, and his tent was super prominent. There was no mistaking he was hard.
Wait... yeah, he was definitely clearly hard, but... why was I able to tell that? We all were a bunch of douchebags and pointed out how small he was. We've seen his hard dick. It would barely create a bump in his shorts. Now it's a prominent tent.
"I see Jake's figured out what's happening," he said, thrusting his chin at me.
"Uhhh..." I gulped. "We're... mere seconds away from seeing indecent exposure?" I tried to say it sarcastically, but I suddenly realized I was super nervous. Why was I nervous? I really ought to be repulsed by watching a dude make himself get a boner and partially jerk himself off.
He flexed his dick and I couldn't believe what I saw. The tent bulged out farther. I heard some of the other guys gasp and a single "What the fuck..."
Now I definitely was nervous.
"Ohhhh yeah..." he moaned slightly, his hand moving toward his tent. But then he jerked it away, as though he's trying to restrain his impulse to touch himself. I guess we all know, as dudes, how it is, to want to jerk off when you're hard.
"Fuck yes!" he suddenly cried. "It's happening! Are you guys watching?"
We were all definitely watching. I think at first we were all sort of annoyed with his seemingly whiny outburst, but now we can all see there's a lot more to this than just whining. I think he may have wanted any excuse to do this, to be honest.
"Mmmmm fuck," he moaned again, and we all watched the tent push out farther, and I heard a slight groan. It was his fucking shorts! His tent had grown so much, he was finally straining the front of his shorts!
"Here we go... Unnnghhhh!" He clenched his fists, and... "POP!"
A large, thick cock popped out of the front of his shorts. At first only the head was visible, but the cloth of the shorts receded and his dick became more and more exposed. He was pretty fucking big, now. He took his hand and pulled at the front of his shorts so more of his dick would be visible. He flexed it again, and yes, it grew even bigger, right before our eyes.
"FUCK yes! Still think I'm tiny now?" And even as he said those words, his cock was ever so slightly still growing, and I realized I was staring at it intently. Protruding from the front of his shorts was his hard, throbbing, growing bigger dick. What the hell was happening?
No one responded to his question. Did he actually want an answer?
I guess he did.
"N-no, you're not t-tiny," I managed to squeak out. Why did I answer? Why?
"What's with the stuttering?" he grinned. "I wouldn't think such a weak, small-dicked 'baby' would make you nervous, Jake."
I cringed. He was using my own words. I'd actually called him that one time. It was forever ago, and he remembered.
"I'm not... n-nervous..." I couldn't stop stuttering. But why was I nervous? I mean, yeah, this is very off-putting. But he just proved he's definitely a grower. So what if he has a bigger dick than we all thought? He probably took some Viagra and just had to prove us all wrong about his dick. He was still a skinny, weak dude.
He simply laughed. "Well, whatever dude, I don't care." He looked down at his own dick for a few moments and flexed it again, and it bounced a bit and grew some more. FUCK! "Ohhhh yeah, it's coming. Are you watching? I can feel it."
Some of us looked at each other, and I'm guessing we all were thinking 'what the fuck does he mean?' He wasn't about to cum, was he?
He reached his hands down and started to stroke his big throbbing veiny dick. Yes, he needed both hands to cover it. He was lovingly rubbing his dick, back and forward his hands went, slowly. "Unnngghhh" he moaned. His movements were hypnotic, and I couldn't avert my eyes as I watched a dude jerk himself off. I suddenly realized I was harder than steel, myself.
"It's happening. Ohhh yeahhhhhh..." he closed his eyes, moaning, and we all finally saw what he meant. What was happening.
His entire body was growing.
At first I thought I was imagining it, or maybe he was rising up on his toes, but he was definitely getting taller. Slowly but surely. His hands never stopped moving, and he continued growing taller, and he'd grown maybe three or four inches in height before I realized something else. His chest had begun to push out.
"Holy sh--" I involuntarily spoke in a hushed voice, stopping myself just before getting the entire word out, not that it mattered since there was no hiding what was going to be said.
"Yeah, just watch," he said.
His arms had some veins snaking around them now, and I could see his forearms thickening, too. He was growing muscles! FUCK! How was this happening? My dick throbbed in my shorts, and I was immediately brought to realization that I was genuinely enjoying the show.
Still growing taller, his arms thickening, his chest pushing out, I also noticed his calves were bulging, too. And his dick was still growing! His shoulders had begun to broaden as well, and I suddenly realized his shirts was getting tighter and tighter, and it was at this point I finally noticed his biceps. They were wrapped in the cloth of his t-shirt, when before the sleeves were loose with plenty of space to spare.
"Fuck yeah, keep--unghh--watching..." he said, as he continued to stroke himself, his hands wrapped tightly around his throbbing rod. I watched as those sleeves got tighter and tighter, his arms growing with each stroke of his now huge dick. His traps were rising up, too, and soon that shirt was painted on his body, and he looked like he practically lived in the campus gym.
"Oh fuck, fuck... fuck..." his stroking was becoming more rapid, speeding up, and so was his growth. It was like the faster he stroked his dick, the faster he grew. I glanced down and saw his calves were now fucking enormous, bulging out, making it clear he never skipped leg day. Wait, can I even say that? But then more groaning sounds came from his shorts, and I realized his quads and hamstrings had been growing, too. His shorts were tightly wrapped around his muscled legs, and thanks to his new height, we could even see the heads of his quads right above his knees.
"Here it--unghh gunnnghhh-- oh it's coming!"
His stroking was fevered and wild now, full-on jerking off. His shirt was so tight I couldn't believe it was still holding on.
"It's coming!! I'M CUMING!"
And he did cum. Oh did he cum. We could literally hear the first burst of cum shoot from his huge dick. It hit my friend David right in the face.
"RIIIIIIIIIP!" His shirt finally tore down the middle, his heaving pecs protruding from the tattered cloth, and his biceps ripped the sleeves, a rend going all the way up to his cannon-ball shoulders. "POP! POP!" His legs exploded out of his shorts, each leg ripping up to his belt.
More cum was still shooting from his dick, his muscles throbbing as he shot each blast of cum. He was deliberately aiming for us with his cum, hitting not just David before, but two of my other friends as well. Actually, he somehow missed me entirely, but got everyone else.
And then his dick was simply dribbling cum, still very hard, though. Cum was dripping down his shaft, onto the hand still holding his dick, and dripping onto the grass.
"You like that? HUH?!" He had a wild, somewhat evil grin on his face. "Who's fucking small and weak, now?!" His free hand not holding his dick rose into the air and flexed into a mind-shattering bicep peak, his shirt ripping further, all the way up to his collar until "SNAP!" it too ripped off, leaving the entire one side of his shirt to fall into tattered cloth dangling from what was left on the other side. And then came his other arm, finally releasing his dick, still semi-hard and staying aloft on its own, rising into the air and flexing into yet another huge bicep peak, destroying what was left of his sleeves on that side. His entire shirt fell, revealing what none of us could see to this point. A perfect set of 8-pack abs. Clenching and unclenching with his breaths, washboard enough to actually literally wash clothes on.
"WHO'S FUCKING SMALL AND WEAK NOW?!" he asked again, and I guess he was looking for a real answer. It wasn't until now that I finally realized he was towering over us, too. He had a good foot of height over me, at least, and I know I was taller than most of my other friends. He was sure as fuck stronger than any one of us, now, too. Probably stronger than all of us put together.
He started to walk towards us, his still semi-hard dick bouncing with his steps, and with each step, more small rips could be heard from his shorts as they struggled to hold on.
"What? Y'ALL SUDDENLY GOT NOTHING TO SAY?!"
"W-w-we are...?" David actually managed to respond, and I saw he was literally shaking. Was I shaking, too? I couldn't even find my own thoughts, much less feel my own body.
"IS THAT A FUCKING QUESTION?!" He reached down and picked David up by the front of his shirt and tossed him across the grass a good ten to fifteen feet. David quickly scrambled to his feet and ran, clearly not caring in what direction since his dorm was in another direction.
"GET. THE FUCK. OUT. OF HERE!!" he shouted to the rest of us, and I didn't need to be told twice. I was somehow surprised I'd managed to stick around this long.
"OHHhh no, where the fuck do you think you're going?!" he half shouted, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and lifting me off the ground like David, his bulging biceps flexing into gigantic relief from his massive arm. I closed my eyes, bracing myself, prepared to be tossed away.
"You're fucking retarded, you know that?" he said, still holding me in the air. I opened an eye, only one eye, and saw his scowling face looking up into mine. Was this another question he wanted answered? How could I fucking know? "Such an asshole," he continued, "Can't see what's in front of you. I've been in love with you for ages now, and you're so concerned with keeping appearances you've never let yourself realize you're fucking gay." He reached out with his other hand and grabbed my crotch which was, yes, still hard, and leaking, too, apparently.
"So now what do I do with you?" he asked.
I honestly had no clue how to answer that question, even if I could muster the strength to.
MATE - you understand this, I understand this, Woody definitely fucking understands this and once Deano (LOVE your description of him, by the way - want to write the press release when it's released as a book? ) has got his twat faced lips off Woody's for half a fucking second I'm sure he'll understand this too. But the question is...would Luke??
Hehe! Yeah, mate - a few of you lads on here called it! And as much I love reading people theories and seeing people speculate over what's gonna happen, I have to admit whenever someone questioned Deano's sexuality or suggested he had feelings for Woody there was a part of me that instinctively went, "Nooooo!" But hopefully the end of this chapter was still a surprise to some, if not most of you!
As usual - no spoilers as to what happens next or how it all plays out from there!
Ok read me out.
I dont think Deano is gay. I think he is a guy that's turned on by muscles and he doesnt understand what's hapening to him so that's why he went for the kiss.. He is not attracted to anyone else or i think he's not but Woody's body and that should fit him perfectly.
My polyamory heart is doing summersaults cause i can imagine Woody and Deano training Luke and making him one of the ebst Bodybuilders that University has seen combining what the both of them know will make Luke a new man in no time.
How i wish Luke gets in and will eb all like... "Oh Im not mad. Im just dissapoited i couldnt watch"
I found out from other friends several days later that Lee had been put into a psychiatric hospital under observation and was being charged with assault and attempted murder on Hugh. Everyone was worried about how Lee was raving on about Hugh being the victim of some spell or dark magic. Due to that and other evidence at the scene, the police were convinced that he simply had a psychotic break or was on some sort of drugs and attacked Hugh in a jealous rage.
Hugh was being treated at a specialized hospital for his injuries and despite their severity, was expected to fully recover. When questioned by police about what happened, Hugh said had no real memory of that night. Whether it was due to the spell, or from the severity of the physical trauma, I never found out. The last he could recall was being fawned over at the party at Tric before Lee begged him to go home. After that it was a blur before waking up in the hospital. The police think that all the attention he was getting was too much for Lee to handle and he just snapped out of a jealous rage. Hugh’s doctors say that it could be his mind blocking out the events as a defense mechanism so they are having him treated by a psychiatrist to assess that possibility. At the very least they were going to have him looked at by a psychiatrist to discuss his extreme body dysmorphia issues and what he had done to himself to attain such impossible to maintain levels of muscle size and development. They couldn’t understand how he had even gotten to the morbidly obese size he was, especially when it was caused by muscle growth and development rather than by fat like most cases.
They had him on IV drips of antibiotics as well as fluids and nutrients as he was unable to eat or drink normally while he was bandaged up like a burn victim (or a mummy to continue with the Halloween theme) to prevent any further infections due to that much exposed tissue. In a few weeks to months they expected his muscles to atrophy enough that they could stitch up the wounds. He would have several scars across his body from the ordeal. He would definitely resemble Frankenstein’s Monster now.
Good. Balance restored.
I plateaued at around 370 lbs. of lean muscle with maybe 2-3% bodyfat when I checked after getting home from Lee and Hugh’s apartment around 1 AM. It was truly unexpected that the spell was going to affect me in an extreme physical way like Hugh but I guess that’s whatever force or entity that was behind this magic considered balance. Given that after midnight I no longer had whatever supernatural knowledge I gained from the initial ritual, I couldn’t say for sure that was part of the spells design. I suppose it could be said that it changed my outside to balance my inside as it’s given me so much more confidence and better self-worth. I’ve had many compliments (many more pickup attempts and being hit on which is new and bizarre for me) but have made several new friends. Most of them were people I met at the gym, many of whom encouraged me to get a coach and finally convinced me to compete in my first ever bodybuilding competition in a couple months which is nerve-wracking and exciting. Scott actually became my official posing coach and while we will be competing against each other, we both are supportive of the other as a team. The amount of press is truly overwhelming as it’s not often you hear of someone who’s over 350 lbs. of muscle and is a virtual unknown in the sport. I’ve been heralded as the newest superstar around the globe and expected to do the unthinkable by winning Mr. Olympia in the same year I qualify for it.
I also found that when I next opened the trunk, there was a book inside that was blank except for the first page.
“The Book of Shadows” I read aloud and couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Having been a longtime fan of the TV Show Charmed this was funny. However, as I read that first page, I saw something that made things clearer: Shadows are a combination of equal parts light and darkness. A balance of the two. I remembered one line of the spell at that moment: Equal parts of black and white. I turned the page and found that behind it there were tear marks all down the spine where a single page would go. Pulling out the single sheet I’d used the day before, I lined it up within the book and it magically repaired itself and was now attached in the book.
Several more pages after that were outlining how I could start my journey into magic that was beyond the scope of Halloween, even though that’s the night of greatest power. But that’s a story for another time.
A lot of you may be wondering if I feel guilty about what I did. The truth is, I don’t. I knew what I was doing and while I sometimes question it, I don’t regret it. A lot of you will be crying out that this was about vengeance rather than justice or balance. I could have chosen to ignore that spell. I could have continued working through the pain and trauma like so many do to just “get over it” and move on. But my emotional and physical scars will always be there. I have to carry those just as much as the physical ones that Hugh will have and the emotional ones Lee has. Each of us now has a journey of recovery but at least now we’re all on equal footing.
Now however I have peace to move forward and new positives to focus on rather than the pain of my past keeping me locked in place.
Many of you may judge me for that and call me sick, twisted, evil, or a monster.
For a day, in those few hours, I was a monster.
That’s exactly what Halloween is for though: a night to let the monsters out.
A few days later, as the clock was ticking closer and closer to midnight and after talking myself into then out of doing this several times, I finally settled on performing this magic ritual to restore balance.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Really, I have no idea. This is magic after all.
You are dealing with forces you cannot begin to comprehend *Spoken in a deep resonating voice*
It’s not like anyone will die or anything… surely...
And even if they did, how could you be blamed?
This is magic after all…
“Screw it”. Speaking aloud to myself. I honestly can’t imagine things getting worse for me than they already are. Though that could simply be a lack of imagination on my part. No risk, no reward… but also no punishment.
“Just make up your damned mind!” I shouted into an empty apartment.
Fine. Alright I’m doing this. Besides, there is still a good chance this is likely some elaborate hoax that I was set up for and all that will happen is me wasting my time. I went over to the chest that did find its way into a great spot in my apartment and opened the lid.
Intending to reach in and pull out the lone occupant (i.e. the parchment paper) I stumbled backwards and fell on my ass as I saw that the chest was now filled with everything I would need for the ritual. Panting on the floor from the sudden surge of adrenaline, I spent the next several minutes grappling with this further proof that magic was real. Not only was the page conjured up, but everything else I needed was too!
“Guess I didn’t need to go shopping after all!” I said without realizing it only to laugh slightly hysterically at myself for the absurdity of it. Part of me was legitimately mad at having all this stuff provided after wasting my money to buy duplicate items and ingredients.
It took a bit more time to calm down but when my “warning alarm” went off telling me I had only 15 minutes left to midnight, I prepared things as outlined in the “instructions” which really read more like a recipe than any sort of spell I’d ever seen. Though, admittedly, I haven’t really seen many, other than in the Harry Potter movies that is.
The clock struck 12, now officially Halloween and I started chanting as well as mixing up the ingredients. After I had finished the ritual and was only reasonably sure I had done and said things correctly there wasn’t any noticeable effect. No clap of thunder, no puff of smoke, no ethereal voices, zilch.
“Well either I completely botched this up, which is the most likely answer, or it doesn’t have one of those flashy effects.” Suddenly, a line from Harry Potter popped into my brain: Bangs and smoke were often the sign of ineptitude rather than experience.
No sooner had I thought this when I realized that I was thinking about other things… things I couldn’t have known but somehow were there. Truly divine (or maybe demonic) knowledge had appeared in my brain and I now knew what to do next without conscious thought or realization. There was a sense of calm and understanding that I really would get things back into balance so long as I followed this plan.
This was going to be a good day. A really good day.
I walked into the gym a little before 4PM to get things set up. I knew it would take some extra time as this was not my usual gym but instead one on the other side of town. I completed all the necessary steps to obtain a day pass to enter and made my way to the locker room to change clothes.
A few minutes later I was finishing up when two people walked in. The two people I had planned on meeting and the sole reason I was here: my ex and the guy he cheated on/left me for.
“Oh, hey James.” Lee said with shock and trained politeness before looking suddenly very uncomfortable. Hugh, his boyfriend, gave me a polite enough head nod but didn’t say anything.
“Hey Lee. Been a while. How have you been?” I responded to him very nicely, almost chipper which seemed to unsettle him even more. Given our last series of conversations and my state of mind at the time, this was a jarring difference. I was using the tone of an old acquaintance you haven’t seen for a long time and were on good terms with, not someone you were once romantically involved with and ended up admitted to the hospital under psychiatric care because of.
“Good, good. You?” Lee asked as he eyed Hugh with some concern. Last time Hugh and I had met face-to-face, Hugh was less than excited to see me, even going as far as nearly punching me. I will admit, in his defense given how I was raving about all the ways that Lee had lied to me, broken promises, fucked things up, ruined my life and in general how I thought he was being a monumental jackass, his reaction was not entirely surprising.
“I’m fantastic actually. Work has been going great and I had a recent event happen that has me very hopeful for the future.” I finished up enigmatically and put my stuff in the locker, all except my shaker of an intra-workout mix and towel.
“Good. I’m really happy to hear you’re doing better. You just starting your workout?” Lee asked as he looked over his shoulder to see Hugh choosing a locker as far away from me as possible causing Lee to be torn on what to do next.
“Yep. Arms today. Hope you both have a great workout.” I said standing up and walking away clearly indicating that I was done with this exchange. Lee muttered thanks and turned to rejoin his boyfriend. I looked up at the clock and saw I had about 10 seconds to 4PM.
Given the spell was conjured for anyone who really needed it, there was a unique requirement that a symbolic measure of time, something within the 24-hour length of Halloween, must be used for the effects. Since it had been 8 months Lee and I were “together” and 8 months since he cut all ties with me, 8 hours would be a perfect symbology how long the spell would take for full effect. This meant a 4PM start to achieve a midnight culmination as that’s when the magic would be most powerful. I took a deep breath, cleared my head of other thoughts but what I needed and cast my spell:
On this day, All Hallows Eve,
I ask the spirits for reprieve,
Equal parts of black and white,
Cast upon those within my sight,
Trick and treat I do implore,
Tip back the scales, balance restore.
Once again there was no clap of thunder, shaking of the earth, flickering lights or anything in either Lee or Hugh’s behavior or appearance to indicate anything supernatural had happened, but I knew it had. It’s hard to describe the sensation but there was something akin to feeling an energy being siphoned away. All my negative thoughts and emotions seemed to be flowing from my head and out of my body towards the two men in front of me. After a few moments the energy transfer had stopped, and I was left with this serene feeling of calm. The sight of my ex with someone else no longer bothered me like it had for months now. I can’t say I was happy at the sight, but I was at peace. Though the void where those emotions one resided was quickly replaced by an energized feeling for my workout, but that I attribute more to the new pre-workout mix I had taken rather than any supernatural influence.
I went through my arm workout like a man possessed. Never had I ever had such a level of mind-muscle connection or as furious a pump as I did today. My arms felt like they were growing with each rep, my skin was getting tighter, more veins were popping, it was truly amazing to see, but far better to feel.
I began with my normal warm up sets just to get loosened up and acclimated. Immediately I could tell something was different. The sensation was something so much better than I’d ever had, hell better than I ever dreamed of having! There was a deep almost pleasurable feeling coming from within the muscle tissue. I did two warm up sets for my triceps before moving the weight up to the working sets. At my first rep, a sort of haze drifted into my head blocking out everything around me but the task at hand. Having little to no experience with drugs, I equated this feeling to what being high must be like; a sort of body detachment yet somehow a simultaneous deeper connection to it. I couldn’t tell you how many reps I did that first working set, but it was well beyond the 12 I had planned. Each rep was another burst of pleasure that overrode any sense of fatigue or pain from working the muscle like I knew from my experience they should.
I continued on to do a half dozen more sets of the same exercise before moving on to the next. Switching over to bicep work was like nothing I could have prepared for, even after having that triceps euphoria. This was similar yet different in that it connected me to something primal, something defiantly male. Arms were a tell-tale sign of masculinity and power, but it was the bicep that was most easily recognized as such. Feeling my own biceps swell, harden, and grow, then looking down to see them in action was otherworldly. Again, I couldn’t tell you how many sets I did of that first curling exercise, but I would guess at least six.
From there I did every variation and angle I could think of to work my arms. Machines, cables, free weights, everything. Barely pausing between sets before desperately craving the next “hit” like a crazed drug addict.
Despite the fact I was chasing a buzz, I did each set with the same controlled focus I always have but was so intense it could have been world war three outside, or a zombie apocalypse and I would have kept pumping. I didn’t see or acknowledge other people in the gym, just more iron for me to lift and use to make myself bigger and stronger. It wasn’t until I was out of my intra-workout shake that I took more than a two-minute break. I was shocked to look at my watch and find it was nearly 6 PM by this point as I rarely lifted for more than an hour. Not ready to quit just yet, I went into the locker room to make a fresh batch of my intra workout shake, and a supplemental protein shake to slam down for fuel before I went back out and continuing.
Once again, I met up with Lee and Hugh in the locker room as they were taking their post workout selfies for social media. I barely registered it was them before I continued past them to my locker and mixed up my shakes.
“Fuck! Babe would you look at this PUMP!?” I heard Hugh say as he kept flexing over and over in front of the mirror. “I’ve NEVER felt so swole before! God, I look so much bigger right now. I wish this could last!”
“Careful what you wish for” I muttered with a smirk before taking out a second empty shaker from my bag and adding a scoop of protein powder to it. The truth was, Hugh didn’t just look bigger, he was bigger. The supernatural knowledge in my head told me that he wouldn’t try to quantify this by measuring or weighing himself, which was all part of the spells design. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew exactly what was coming and how the spell’s effects on him would play out, I would say that I was tricked and mislead by whatever forces were at work. Here was this guy who I lost my first love to for being more muscular than I was, now becoming even more of what my ex desired most, how was this bringing me balance? However, I knew what was in store for them both over the next 6 hours so it didn’t cause me any further anger.
As I was adding a second scoop of powder to my shaker, I suddenly realized how hungry I was. My stomach was twisted and growling at me in fury for fuel only slightly overpowering the begging and pleading for nutrients my muscles were making.
“You look amazing babe! We got a lot of good shots, but we need to get going if we’re going to have enough time to get ready before the Halloween party tonight.” Lee said and when I looked at him, while he did look pleased, and very turned on by his strutting and preening boyfriend, there was also a look of barely disguised jealousy and anger behind it. I couldn’t tell if seeing this was due to my knowing Lee as well as I did, or some secondary effect of the spell.
I stood up shaking away the lingering analyzing of Lee’s mood as I polished off my shake, walked over to the nearby sink to rinse out my shaker seriously debating on mixing up another when I caught sight of myself for the first time. Okay, not strictly true as I had been watching my form in the mirrors during my lifts, but this was the first time with a head clear of whatever endorphin or magic induced fog had taken over me. I had to echo the sentiments of Hugh just then: I’ve never looked so pumped! This was like a years' worth of pumps and gains all showing up together. But more than that, I could see I was noticeably leaner and more vascular than when I walked in two hours ago. I looked down at my forearms and gave them a few casual flexes and twists to see the veins pop more than ever. In a few minutes when the carbs from my shake and intra-workout hit, that would probably get even more pronounced! I couldn’t help it and threw up a double bicep shot in the mirror.
“Wow James, you look really pumped too!” Lee called over and now the constipated look of too many emotions battling in his head was even more pronounced. This time however, there was more a look of confusion or concentration on his face than anything. I could tell he was trying to remember if I looked as big/lean when he saw me before. Beneath all that analyzing though was a good dose of lust. Lee was an arm guy. Not just in what he was attracted to, but what he felt was his own weakest muscle group to respond and the one part of his physique he was so desperate to grow. The pump I had going on now had swollen my arms to well over 18” I was sure and I was going to ride out this workout high until I passed out or died because I wanted to see how big I could get them!
“Thanks Lee. Going to go see if I can coax a little bit more size out of them before I call it quits tonight. Have fun at your party!” I said waving to them before I left the room.
It was another two hours later before I left the gym more depleted and tired than I’ve ever been, but also more pumped, satisfied and genuinely proud of myself than I remembered being in ages. I broke down after the workout upon seeing my arms in the mirror during my second double bi and that they were insane. I had more definition, size, vascularity and separation than ever. I had true bodybuilder caliber arms which was impossible given how I looked walking into the gym earlier. Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice the impossible transformation given they were either too focused on themselves or weren’t there to see me when I had arrived to make the comparison against. I grabbed the tape measure in my bag and wrapped it around each arm to find they had indeed pumped up to not just beyond 18” but just crossed the 19” barrier. I gained over 2” of “pump” in a few hours which my logical mind knew was impossible but honestly all I could do was think I wanted so much more! It’s also not just a pump either, this is permanent the voice in my head told me.
I took a myriad of photos in every which way I could fathom, even enlisting the help of another gym goer before heading to my car and uploading a few, plus a “before/after” shot to Instagram. What no one will know is that the “before” pic was from just a few hours ago rather than weeks or months. The weird thing was that I felt pumped just about everywhere, not just my arms. Both my chest and back felt it the most, which given their activation during most of my arm exercises wasn’t too unusual, my shoulders were more rounded and capped than before, and somehow even my legs felt different. As I was leaving, the guy at the desk waved me over and gave me a few free passes as covertly as possible. Included on one was a handwritten phone number that I assume was his. I told him I’d be back the next day same time and he said he would too.
I drove home still in awe of how I looked and felt and it wasn’t until I parked the car and looked back at my phone that I saw the dozens of likes, comments, a handful of new followers and even a few direct messages I had gotten. One in particular caught my eye:
“Man, I hope you’re planning to come to the Halloween party at Tric tonight. Those arms NEED to be shown off and shared with the world!”
I never really got into Halloween parties, and had only been to Tric a few times with a group of people as it wasn’t really my thing, but tonight I knew I had to be there. Scrolling through my messages I found that the tentative plans with friends were in fact being moved to Tric anyway, so it worked out perfectly. Too perfectly I thought realizing this was probably some manipulation of magic at play, but frankly I didn’t care. I went into my bedroom and rummaged around for a good 20 minutes trying to find my prize. I dug out the costume I wore the year before. It was a Robin Hood style getup but it was very sexy. The material looked like it would be just stretchy enough to allow me to fit in it, or so I hoped, and show off my now bulging arms in tight, nearly spandex material. It was long sleeve so it wasn’t quite as flattering as going sleeveless, but I had ideas about that when I was at the club. I pulled out my black pair of spandex leggings that I wore to the gym for leg day and laid out the costume on my bed. Suddenly I got hard at the visual of how I was going to look in this and I was turning myself on! He was right, I need to show off tonight.
I went to the bathroom to shower, started to disrobe my gym attire and when I looked at myself in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat.
My dick shot up from chub to raging in approximately 3.2 seconds. I was LEAN. I was HARD. I was RIPPED! For fuck sake, I had ABS! I haven’t had abs in ages but now I had them in excess! 8 clearly defined and striated works of art now sat there looking back at me in the mirror. If that wasn’t enough. my chest was thick, swollen and had cleavage for yet another first time in my life. I’ve been working my chest 2x a week to try and get it to develop and grow as it’s my lagging muscle group and I desperately wanted to have that valley between my pecs. I wanted them to touch, to rub together, as I always had the fantasy of getting pec fucked by someone and milking their dick to explosion between my hard chest plates.
I not only looked like a fitness model, I looked like I was a few weeks out from taking the stage at a bodybuilding show! This was the sort of lean/defined look I’d been working towards for months, years really and couldn’t seem to get. My body stubbornly held onto its fat reserves no matter what I tried to do, but now, I looked like I’d always dreamed I could!
Needless to say, my shower took a long time and was hands down (then up, then down again) the best I’d ever had.
I then spent an absurd amount of time primping and cleaning myself up. I never spent much more than about 15 minutes shaving, combing my hair, etc., but tonight, I was determined to not just look good below the neck. I wanted the whole package and for everyone in that club to want me. I shaved and sculpted my face till I looked my absolute best. Even going as far as trimming eyebrows and plucking stray hairs. Scrubbed away all the dirt, dead skin cells, unblocked my pores, tightened the skin, applying lotion, then spent more time than I care to admit styling my hair until I looked better than I ever had in my life. I went to the bedroom and into the bag that my costume was in to find the accessories I bought with it the year before. Included among them was eyeliner that I was too chicken to try but tonight knew would make me look even more sexy.
After a good 10 minutes of trial and error (and pain as I stabbed my eye more than once), I was finished and really pleased with the outcome. Not something I’ll do every day, but it did add to my overall look. My eyes were definitely the highlight of my face now which was exactly what I hoped seeing as I’d been told (though never really believing it) that my eyes were one of my best features. I took a couple quick shots and right as I was finishing up, a line from Once Upon a Time flashed in my head of The Evil Queen calling Captain Hook “Captain Guyliner.” Given the Robin Hood-esque look of the costume it was a close comparison.
Returning to the bedroom I started to put on the costume and quickly realized that I was going to need to be very careful. This outfit was going to fit at that level of “so tight that any excess moving or stretching (or flexing) was going to cause a scene”.
I dressed, put on all the extra accessories, gave myself the once over in the mirror before grabbing my keys, phone and ID then headed out.
Sure hope Luke is understanding about this because no way can he expect Woody to resist this twat-faced, pocket-sized, wonky ab'd, big arsed, velvet-strapped lust engine when they're nearly naked on a bed together, mouth on mouth. There's just too much heat here, simply too much combustible material, and the laws of attraction (not to mention thermodynamics) are called laws for a reason! They must be obeyed!
I KNEW IT! I just fucking knew it!
As I said before, there's a very fine line between love and hate.
I had a feeling that Deano may have secretly admired Woody. I think Deano is probably more impressed with the fact that Woody is so open about his sexuality, even though Deano doesn't officially know that Woody is gay.
I just hope Luke doesn't walk in on that, though. That would be a classic moment, but hopefully Woody tells him what happened later on. It wouldn't be good for him to keep a secret like that.
But either way, this should make things more interesting. Maybe Deano and Woody can become friends. Or if not, Woody can probably at least help Deano come to terms with his own conflicted sexuality. Luke too, maybe.
“Is that your t-shirt?” Deano asks me with his face screwed up as I pull my Johnny Bravo t-shirt over my head in the changing room of the gym. We’ve just finished a pretty brutal leg workout. Today’s the day we also film our posing practice videos for the joint assignment we’re doing. Something, I have to admit, I’m mildly excited about. Even if it does mean having to spend more time with twat faced Deano.
“Umm ... yeah?” I reply, looking down at the t-shirt I called the “best birthday pressie ever” on my Instagram the weekend before last.
Deano pulls a face. “Looks like something Henderson would wear!”
I bite my lip to try and cover up my smirk.
“Doesn’t suit you!” he says matter-of-factly, shaking his head.
I roll my eyes and sigh as I take my backpack out of my locker, making a decision to try not to let Deano get to me today. I’m not even going to mention the fact he called Luke a “joke” last week. Partly because I’m still not convinced that he actually believed that.
“Did you check the uni’s Facebook page this morning?” he asks me as we make our way out of the gym. We’ve already decided that we're going to film our videos for the assignment back in my dorm room. One good thing about the whole thing is that it won’t require much talking. Thank fuck!
“Nah. I hardly ever check that!”
“They posted the names of who’s competing at the show!” he tells me. The way he says it, it’s almost smug. Like he thinks he’s got one up on me because he knows something that I don't. Jesus.
He tells me the names of the first years who’ll be competing in our class with us. Eight guys in total. And I can’t deny that I’m now feeling slightly smug myself. Because judging from those names, Johnny’s prediction that me and Deano are looking at top five placings seems pretty accurate. Fuck it - we may even both end up in the top three, although there’s no chance of either of us taking the first place trophy home with Brazilian monster Eric Mafra in the line up.
“You’re not gonna be a twat for the posing video and shout out “YEAH!” every time you hit a pose are you?” Deano says to me.
HA! I smirk and shrug. “Hmmm. Maybe just the most muscular?”
He rolls his eyes. “Johnny will be really impressed with THAT!” he says, sarcastically.
I laugh. “Are you joking?! Have you never seen videos of Johnny Hoxton in his competition days? He was, like, one of THE cockiest and most animated bodybuilders of his era!”
Deano pulls a face. “Probably why he likes you so much!”
“I can’t help it if I’m Dumbledore’s favourite!”
He shakes his head. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Henderson!”
I smirk and feel a flutter in my chest at the mention of Luke. Too much time spent with my cute little Hufflepuff? Not fucking possible!
“Where IS Henderson?” Deano asks me once we're in my dorm room.
“I’m not his mum!”
Just his boyfriend! Although, technically that hasn’t been confirmed yet. I can’t imagine Luke would have any arguments with it though. Wait - do I have a boyfriend? Fuck! My heart suddenly seems like it’s blowing up in my chest. And I’m finding it really hard not to fucking smile right now.
“So … who’s going first?” Deano asks, clutching the handle of his backpack. He suddenly seems a little awkward, which is not how he was the last time he was in my room.
I shrug. “You can if you want!”
He nods and puts his backpack down on the floor. I sit on my bed and watch as Deano takes his black Montgomery University hoodie off.
I can’t help smirking at the absurdity and surrealness of this situation. Never did I expect to be sitting on my bed watching Deano strip to his posing trunks just a foot or so away from me.
He peels his white vest off and suddenly Deano’s bare torso is right in front of me. His wonky shaped abs etched on to and protruding slightly from his stomach (my bet is that he’ll have a full on turtle roid tummy when he’s older) and his thick slab-like pecs and big boulder-like shoulders on full display. I’ve seen that torso dozens of times before. Every Monday in Posing Practice 101, in fact. But I’ve never been this close up to it. Staring at it head on.
It’s so surreal to see an actual bodybuilder (sorry, Luke!) in my dorm room. For some reason, I have this weird feeling in my stomach. I'm so fucking impressed with Deano's physique. Not that I’d ever tell him that. He still looks a little awkward. Perhaps more than that. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but he even seems a little bit nervous.
I pick up my phone and load up the camera app to take my eyes off him, instead of just sitting there watching him (which I imagine is probably not helping with his nerves).
But something catches my eyes when Deano’s pulling down his trackies. And now I can’t help but just look.
“What?!” Deano says, looking uncomfortable and confused.
“Are those … velvet posing trunks?”
“Yeah?” he says, defensively with his face screwed up.
I widen my eyes and pull a face.
“They’re better than those shiny posers you always wear!” he scoffs.
Ha! And now I’m smiling. I can’t fucking help it. “They’re really, really not!”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. And now he’s just standing in front of me in his hideous maroon red velvet posers while his thick, freshly pumped muscle bulges off his short-arsed, pocket rocket frame with this expectant look on his face.
“Come on then!” he orders, impatiently.
“Alright! Jeez. I was just admiring the view!” I say, smirking and going back to my phone.
He pulls a face, suddenly looking even more awkward. I press record on my phone and hold it up, looking at the annoyingly impressive pocket sized muscle mass standing in front of me through the camera. God - he really does look uncomfortable just standing there in front of me in his trunks. Which I’m obviously not getting a kick out of what so-fucking-ever.
“Okay, Deano - give me a front double bicep!”
Deano lifts his arms up with this focused look on his face, then he puffs out his chipmunk cheeks and releases a huffing sound as his thick biceps explode either side of his head and WOW - I have to say, I’m so fucking impressed with the size of them. He’s holding the pose with determination, still blowing out his cheeks, flexing his guns with everything he’s got right now and oh God - I’m starting to fucking swell under my trackies and posing trunks. Which (I admit) feels (eurgh!) a little weird and slightly wrong. But I mean, come on. A stacked bodybuilder is posing right in fucking front of me in nothing but trunks. It would be weirder if I didn’t get a hard on. Even if that stacked bodybuilder is Deano twat faced Watkins and those very trunks happened to be made of fucking velvet.
“And relax,” I instruct, to which Deano obeys and stops flexing. “Front lat spread!” I say, feeling an odd flutter of excitement.
Deano obeys and hits the pose, his pecs lifting up, his thick lats expanding out and his torso taking on an awesome V shape. I look at his impressive quad sweeps and my stomach twinges at the same time my cock judders. And as I instruct Deano to hit a side chest pose and I’m suddenly staring at his huge flexed biceps (wow!) and his thick pecs which are popping off his frame (fuck!) my hard on swells to full size. God - if Deano notices I’m hard I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do. Surely he wouldn’t actually point it out? Wait - what am I thinking? This is Deano! Of course he fucking would. I can imagine it now. “Woody - have you got a fucking WOODY? Maaaate!”
But I seem to be safe. For the moment at least. Because Deano’s just staring right into the camera. “Turn around. Back lat spread!” I instruct. Fuck. Why does my voice suddenly sound nervous?
Deano spins around and I rearrange my trackies and lift a leg up on the bed to hide my fucking hard on. And now I’m looking at his impressively wide back and that big round bubble butt and I can’t help but smirk as I think of my lovely Luke, and how much he’d probably actually love to be in my position right now. Maybe I’ll tease him about it later. Though I’m not sure I’ll be confessing to the fact that I got a hard on watching Deano pose. Even if I highly suspect that the exact same thing would be happening to Luke if he were in my position right now.
Deano's back looks crazy when he hits a lat spread. As do his powerful boulder-like shoulders and his super pumped guns when he gives me a back double bicep.
“Turn back round to face the camera!” I instruct.
Deano spins around and FUCK - my heart jumps into my throat when (for the first time) his eyes briefly veer down to my crotch. Shit, shit, shit! Okay - he’s just looking at the fact I’ve now got one leg up on the bed. Surely he can't see that I've got a hard on? His expression isn’t giving anything away. He just looks purely focused on the task of posing. Which, I have to admit, he’s pretty fucking good at. He might be an annoying, piss taking twat most of the time but there's no denying that Dean Watkins makes for one hell of a bodybuilder. And for the first time ever, I’m actually thinking that’s it’s kind of a shame we don’t get on.
“Okay, give me an abs and thighs!” I say, looking straight into my phone.
Deano takes a breath, still with that focused expression on his face, throws his arms behind his head and then crunches down into an awesome abs and thighs, his cheeks puffing out, his thick, wonky shaped abs crunching and fuuuuck - he looks insane! My dick judders in response.
“And your final pose. Any most muscular of your choice!” I say into the camera, my stomach twisting with nerves (actual nerves).
Deano puts his fists together, and with a (rather hot!) huffing noise, squeezes out a most muscular. His shoulders look bigger than ever before. His triceps pop. His arms look crazy as the balls of pumped bicep muscle explode underneath his thin skin. Jesus! And now I feel a sharp panic. Because Deano’s almost finished posing. Which means it’s my turn next. But I’m still sat here with a massive fucking hard on!
“And relax!” I say.
But Deano ignores me. Because now he’s lifting his arms and elbows up and before I have time to think, his face is screwing up as he (finally!) shows a bit of attitude and he’s cranking down into the craziest crab most muscular. And (low and behold) he even lets out a tiny grunt as he hits the peak of the pose. Traps erupting. Shoulders popping. Deano shaped, pocket rocket, future 212 class competing muscle exploding right before my bloody eyes. Fucking HELL.
He relaxes from the pose, his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath.
“Awesome!” I say, my cock still fully erect (fuck).
“Thanks!” he says, catching his breath.
And now I’m smiling. I can’t help it! Because I just complimented Deano and he just thanked me for it. What the fuck is going on?
“What?” he asks me, furrowing his eyebrows. I shrug and pull a face. And now he looks uncomfortable again. Even slightly nervous. And now there’s this weird atmosphere all of a sudden.
Deano turns and reaches into his backpack and I see an opportunity. I slide off my bed and rush to my en suite bathroom. “Back in a sec!” I call.
I lock the bathroom door and look down at the hard on ridiculously tenting my trackies. “Fuck!” I whisper. And then I let out a little laugh at the absolute absurdity of the situation I’m in right now. Hiding in my bathroom from Deano Watkins to try and get rid of the stonking erection he’s just given me. Oh God. I’ve got a fucking WOODY over Deano. Maaaate!
What would Luke think if he saw me right now? Oh shit. What WOULD he think? Surely he’d get why I was turned on? A bodybuilder just flexed and posed while huffing, puffing and (even fucking) grunting in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of posing trunks. I’d get hard no matter who that bodybuilder was. Deano. Shaun. Tommy fucking Foster. Okay, I probably would have creamed in my posers if it had been Tommy fucking Foster I’d been watching. And I’m sure Luke would too. Maybe he’d laugh about it. Even take the piss out of me for it. Or maybe (and now my stomach’s clenching) he’d be pissed off about it. Get paranoid and self conscious and jealous. Fuck. And now, thinking about the possibility of Luke being upset over this, I’m finally losing my erection. Thank GOD for that. And now it’s gone, I’m kind of embarrassed with myself.
I take a deep breathe and go back out to my room. Deano’s now sitting on my bed with his phone in his hands, still wearing nothing but his velvet (eeeew!) posers. His huge shoulders still on display. His thick pecs still out. The atmosphere from earlier seems to have eased a little. But things still feel a bit weird. Deano’s being oddly quiet as he sits messing with his phone.
And now I’m feeling strangely nervous as I take my Johnny Bravo t-shirt off and start stripping down to my posers. And as I pull down my trackies to reveal the shiny ruby red material of the trunks (which I’m guessing he thoroughly disapproves of) I'm wearing, I notice Deano glancing up at me from his phone.
“Ready?” I say, standing in front of him.
Deano gives me a little nod, messes with his phone and holds it up in front of him. Why is he being so quiet?
“Wait!” I say. I do a quick little flex as if imitating a most muscular. “YEAH!” I say in a cocky manner. “Just practising!” I say, with a smirk. And now Deano’s shaking his head but he’s smirking back. He’s actually fucking smirking! HA!
And then I notice something on my red posers. A fucking wet spot from when I was hard earlier. Jesus! There’s no way Deano would notice that. Is there? And again - I’m smiling at the fucking absurdity of that predicament I find myself in.
“Front double bicep!” Deano calls. Okay - time to get into professional bodybuilder mode. And I do. I lift my arms up and hit the pose, feeling the crazy pump in my biceps. Man - this feels good. And suddenly I’m not thinking about what happened earlier when it was Deano’s turn. I don’t make any noise, or show any kind of attitude. But when Deano asks for a front lat spread, I can’t help letting out a little grunt as I pull up the straps of my shiny red posing trunks and hit the peak of the pose. Pecs jumping up. Lats expanding out. OOOOF!
I half expect Deano to be rolling his eyes. But he’s not. He’s just looking pensively into the camera. Almost like he’s quietly impressed. Just like I was when I was sitting on my bed watching him pose.
I ease off on the attitude for my next few poses. My side chest and rear poses are all grunt free. I’m as focused and professional as Deano was, while enjoying flexing my pumped muscles and posing for an audience as I always do. Perhaps even more so. Because I can’t deny that I’m secretly getting a kick out of the fact that said audience is Deano.
“Turn to face the camera,” he instructs when I’ve finished my back double bicep.
I spin around and Deano’s just looking into the camera. A serious, slightly weird look on his face. It’s like he’s kind of in awe of my muscles? Even a little hypnotised. Something twists in my stomach.
“Abs and thighs,” he says, his voice kind of distant and strange.
I hit the pose Deano matter-of-factly told me was my best when he was here in my bedroom last week. I puff out my cheeks (Deano Watkins style) and release an audible huff as I blow out and crunch down. I look down to see my big abs popping (definitely hotter than Deano’s) and my shiny red bulge sticking out and I twist my thighs to show my audience of one the definition and lines peeking through my quads. God yeah!
“And any most muscular,” Deano instructs, his voice quieter than I’ve ever fucking heard it as he continues to just stare into the camera with that odd look on his face. I didn’t even know Deano could do quiet? And something suddenly hits me. Maybe he’s having a moment of self doubt. Maybe watching me pose and seeing how impressive my physique is, he’s suddenly thinking, “Shit! How am I supposed to compete with that on Saturday?” Even though our physiques are completely different. Even though Deano actually stands a good chance of placing higher than me at the show. Surely he knows how good he is?
I don’t fuck about with my final pose. I lift my arms and elbows up, animatedly scrunch up my face and blast down into a mass exploding most muscular. I’m not really feeling a, “YEAH!” would be appropriate right now, so I just let out a deep, cocky grunt instead. I squeeze and squeeze and then release another grunt as I relax.
And now it’s all over. But now there’s this weird sort of atmosphere in the room. I put my hands on my hips to catch my breath, looking at my training partner. He drops his phone, still looking into the screen with that strange, serious expression on his face. I’m standing over him, still in just my posers. And Deano’s not looking up at me. It’s almost like he’s making a point not to look at me.
“Well?” I say to him, feeling strangely nervous.
He finally looks up and Oh my God - he looks SO nervous. And so very un-Deano like. What is going on?
“How did it look?” I say nodding at the camera.
Deano shrugs, awkwardly. “Yeah. Fine!”
“What’s up with you?”
He screws up his face. “Nothing!” But his expression, everything about him says differently.
“You’re being really weird!”
He pulls another face. “You’re being weird!” he says, awkwardly, but he doesn’t look at me.
“Oh-kaaay!” I say, sitting down on my bed next to Deano and still catching my breath. And now Deano looks really fucking awkward. What the hell?!
I look at him as he messes with his phone. His huge shoulders right there. Thick pecs still out. I can feel a sort of heat coming off his body. And the atmosphere is even more weird and tense than before.
“Can I … see the vid?” I ask him, nervously. Why am I nervous, for fuck’s sake?!
He hands the phone in my direction, and his hand is fucking shaking. And then he looks up at me again and my stomach clenches when I see his expression. I’ve never seen Deano looking so serious. Or so fucking nervous.
I go to take the phone, but it doesn't budge, because Deano's gripping on to it tight. I try again, my hand on one end of the phone, his on the other, but he's not letting go of it. What the fuck is he doing?
“Deano!" I cry.
He finally loosens his grip on the phone. And now I’m just staring at him, completely fucking baffled. And Deano’s staring back. That weird fucking look on his face. So nervous. So serious. And now ... oh FUCK ... his face is lunging towards mine and I don’t have time to think or move and I feel like I’ve slipped into another fucking world because … oh ... my … fucking … GOD … Deano Watkins, the guy who’s spent the past few weeks annoying the hell out of me and trying to make my life difficult, now has his lips pressed against mine. Deano Watkins, my twat faced arch rival nemesis, is fucking KISSING me.
He threw the trophy to the floor. The muscular head smashed off the figure and the plastic plinth it stood on smashed into pieces.
“Second place? Second fucking place” - he knew he’d been robbed.
Years of hard work, early mornings in the gym, the diet, the sacrifices ... the roids.
He knew he was worth more than second place.
He stood in the bathroom backstage, his body pumped, vascular and as big as it had ever been. Wearing only his deep red posing trunks which struggled to hold his leviathan back, he scanned his body.
His pecs were full, round and a huge deep crevice between them dripped with sweat.
Quads were massive, smooth and pushed his cock forward making it seem even bigger than it was.
He looked good and he knew it.
Ever since he’d taken up bodybuilding, he’d become sexually aroused by his growth. With every new growth spurt, it had sexually charged him, pushing him to want to add more size.
He’d no need of a partner because looking at his bull like reflection turned him on - self worship was all he needed.
He lifted his hulking arms up into a double bicep. The veins bulged like newly laid cables. He couldn’t resist - his tongue found the peak and it explored every inch.
Next - down into a most muscular. “Fuck” he thought - “I’m a fucking GOD”.
With that, the leviathan awoke.
Uncurling itself from its sleep, his bulge grew bigger and bigger “yes, fuck - look at how big I’ve become” he roared. Now at full mast, the posing trunks could hardly contain the granite structure it held.
His fingers and thumb felt along the elastic strap of the trunks, it was stretched to its capacity. His thumbs now under the strap hardly needed any help as he pulled them away from his body.
The elastic gave way and his monstrous cock smashed against his abs. The posing trunks fell to the floor, ripped and ruined.
Now totally naked he could explore his body further.
His left hand slid down across his ridged steel abs to where his fingers could cup his avocado sized balls while his thumb stroked the heaving sack.
His right hand grabbed the shaft and it began rhythmically stroking his member. His fingers rubbing the ridge of his mushroom while his thumb coaxed the precum from the slit.
His body was tanned, huge and he knew he should have come first.
He didn’t even notice the door to the bathroom close - he was too intent on worshipping his body.
“What the fuck are you doing mate” - a voice called from behind him
“This is a public bathroom - you fucking freak” - the voice continued.
He couldn’t hear him - his body was all he could focus on.
The voice came closer
“Hey mate fucking stop that - that’s ..”
But that’s as much as the voice said
His left elbow smashed backwards into the guys jaw - momentarily leaving the comfort of his ball sack.
The trophy the guy was carrying fell to the floor.
He turned, naked, pumped and a mix of horny and angry.
“Why the fuck they gave you first place ill never know” he said
With that, his right hand stoped the rhythmic pumping of his cock and now in a fist - it hit him on the guys right cheekbone making a cracking sound as it did. Almost defiantly crushing the eye socket.
The guy fell to the floor, catching his posing trunks on a door handle as he went, tearing them from his body.
Writhing in pain, blood pouring from his cheek and nose, the guy was now naked and unable to move.
“And that’s what you call an excuse for a dick?” He said staring at what looked like a prepubescent cock.
“I’m bigger, I’m stronger and my dick is superior to yours”
He stood over the guy in a most muscular pose, a string of precum from his abs to his cock.
His right hand in a first again and this time it landed square in his already damaged jaw, cracking it as it came down.
The guys tongue lolled out of his mouth, unable to speak, half dazed, half dead. The mighty bodybuilder was slain.
He knelt down next to him, his throbbing cock in need of fulfilment. He took the guys head in one hand and with the other, fed his snake of a cock into the guys mouth.
Now in a squat position and his member in place, both hands took control of the guys head.
He forced it into and out of the guys mouth. Thrusting it with immense power and strength. Feeling the broken jaw cracking and being in control of such a huge muscular man, turned him on.
His dick swelled with pleasure, knowing he’d now had taken out his opposition.
The guy gagged and feebly tried to stop the rhythmic movement of his cock - but failed.
He turned and looked in the mirror. Seeing the guy slumped on the floor and how his massive body had conquered it made his balls tighten - he was ready to unload.
As if sensing it, the guy made a final attempt to stop him from ravaging his mouth - but failed.
A hot stream of protein and roid cum pumped into the guys mouth.
The guy began to choke. but this only spurred him on. Deeper he thrust his member, making sure the guy got one final and privileged protein shake before he died.
Anabolic cum spewed into the guys throat and he was unable to resist. The guy inhaled and began to choke.
With one final spurt it was over. He withdrew his satisfied cock and wiped the remainder of his cum on the guys cheek.
He stood up and placed one foot on the guys chest. With a deep roar he pushed his foot down, his arms in a double bicep pose - the guys ribs cracked under his immense size and strength.
The guy was finished, he’d taken his last breath.
He looked in the mirror. He was victorious at last - as it should always have been.
He walked over and picked the guys trophy up from the floor - it was his now and now the competition had been taken out - nobody else could stand in his way.
He was the ultimate human being, a superior bodybuilder, a true muscle god.