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Next chapter is up. Sorry for the wait. This took a while to set up for future chapters as well as introduce some new characters. Lots of crazy strength feats coming...enjoy! I also want to say how flattered I am by the surport this story is getting. It's been very overwhelming. Chapter 4 Mark and his buddies were an hour into their workout at the school gym after classes had ended for the day. Mark’s newfound determination was downright shocking. He attacked the weights with pure intensity, his friends were concerned he was going to hurt himself but he was pumped to his max and tipping the scale at 230lb had his confidence off the charts. He just finished an astounding six reps with a new personal best of 405lb loaded on the bench press. With barely a moment to rest, he sauntered over to the dip machine and started to cranked out rep after rep. He lost count at 30 and sweat was pouring off his body. When he finally stopped his buddy Nathan could only stare open-jawed. “Mark, look at your chest! It’s so fucking swole!” Mark looked over at his closest friend. At 215lbs, he used to worry that Nathan would catch up to his size but he was less concerned of that now. Mark hit a side chest pose and marvelled at the fullness he saw in the mirror. He turned and hit a most muscular pose and let out a moan as his pecs swelled. “Not enough.” he said and jumped back on the dip machine, not allowing Nathan to have a turn. Mark started to lower and raise his body, stopping at the top of each rep to really torture his pecs. After 20 reps, he started to slow down. Nathan stepped closer to spot him but Mark shook his head. “NO! Grab my legs!” Nathan stood and stared with a confused look on his face. “Grab my legs, pull me down!” Mark said. Still looking unsure, Nathan wrapped his hands around Marks huge 28” quads and started to add additional resistance. He felt Mark’s body shake as he started to perform more reps. He did 4 more reps before stopping again at the top of the rep. “HARDER. Use your whole body.” Mark commanded. “What?!” Nathan said. Their other two friends, Jason and Scott noticed what was going on and stopped their bench press set. Mark didn’t respond, he just started to lower his body again. Nathan tightened his grip and as Mark raised his body again, he felt his feet leave the ground. “Holy shit!” Jason said. At the top of the rep, Mark stopped again. He screamed when the pain in his pecs was almost unbearable. Again, he lowered himself and Nathan towards the ground. Nathan tucked his legs into his body so he didn’t come in contact with the floor. Mark let out another scream as he powered the two bodies weighing over 400lbs in total back up. This went on for 6 more reps before Mark’s body was shaking violently. He motioned for Nathan to let go and he let his body fall to the floor. Scott, Jason and Nathan stood over their friend with looks of concern on their faces. Mark slowly stood back up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He grabbed the bottom of his string tank and peeled it over his head. “FUCK!” Nathan said at the sight of Mark’s naked torso. Mark hit a most muscular pose and slowly turned his body back and forth to see all the angles. He couldn’t help but notice the added thickness starting to form on his upper body. He relaxed the pose and moved towards the cable machine. He lowered the weight pins to 85lbs per stack and positioned himself for standing flys. His friends looked at each other and approached Mark. “Dude! You’re going to tear a muscle if you keep this up. There is no way you can move that weight safely.” Mark didn’t even look in their direction. Instead, he looked straight ahead and started to press the weights. His pecs were beet red verging on purple as he started to lift. He reached eight reps before tears started running down his face. Nathan stepped closer and tried to pry the cables from Mark’s hands. “Mark! Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Without stopping Mark said “NO. Not stopping until I’m bigger than him.” “Than who?” “Jacob!” Mark said and slammed the weights down. “JACOB!” he screamed. “Don’t you remember what he did last week in the cafeteria? Have you not seen him strutting around the halls looking like the rules this place! He’s fucking massive! I’m not going to let him or anyone be bigger than ME!” Mark screamed. He looked manic as he paced in front of his friends. He was breathing hard and sweating profusely. “What do you mean” Jason asked. Mark walked to his gym bag and pulled out a bag of syringes. “Are those steroids?” Scott asked. “You’re damn right they’re steroids. The strongest stuff you can buy. You think I could have made these gains by myself? I don’t fucking care what it takes. I’m going to double Jacob’s size and power. I WILL BE THE BIGGEST!” Mark screamed. His friends looked at him with fear in their eyes. They always knew he was obsessed with getting bigger but they had never heard him talk like this. “That’s fucked Mark” Jason said. “Fucked?! You think being as jacked as this is fucked?” Mark said and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. What once were amateur bodybuilder sized arms now looked like the could stand toe-to-toe with the professionals. Marks lats jutted out from his back and his already massive quads looked bigger than ever. “You mean to tell me that your guys don’t want to be as big as me?” “Sure Mark, you’re the man, we all want to be as jacked as you but do you really want to get that huge? Isn’t that too big?” Nathan asked. “Too big? What the fuck does that even mean? There is no such thing as too big. Want to fucking dwarf Jacob. Hell, I want to dwarf Mr. Olympia.” Mark said. He actually felt a wave of relief as he finally admitted this to his closest friends. His friends could see Mark had made up his mind and that changing it would be futile. They took and step back and let Mark continue to torture his pecs at the cable machine. After he completed two more gruelling sets Mark finally took a break. He could see a renewed energy in his friends and was happy to see them becoming as dedicated as he was. Mark figured he could definitely get Nathan on gear without much convincing. Jason was really starting to show impressive gains too. Just a few weeks ago he reached 200lbs. He was by far the most ripped of the group and the others often marvelled at the network of veins that snaked down his biceps and forearms whether he was trying to show them or not. Scott was the last of them to really get serious about training but in the last six months he had started to make some serious gains. Mark was confident he would crack 200lbs very soon. As Jason was starting his second set, they heard the door tot he gym open. They stopped and looked at the huge, dark figure standing in the dark entrance. Jacob’s took a few slow steps into the gym. He was wearing a comically over-sized hoodie that still couldn’t hide his outrageous proportions. “Since when did the chess club lift weights?” He said with a cocky smirk on his face. “Fuck you asshole!” Mark shouted and stepped towards Jacob. His pumped upper body still shirtless and glistening with sweat. “Woah, sorry big guy, didn’t mean to upset you.” Jacob said sarcastically. “I just wanted to check out the gym. I heard it was pretty well-equipped but this looks like a fucking Curves gym for housewives. No wonder you guys look so scrawny, you don’t have any real weight here.” The group of guys shot daggers at Jacob as he walked around the room, giving the different equipment looks of disgust and amusement. Mark’s face was red with anger. As Jacob moved around the room, he could see from the different weight setups that the group had been working chest. He moved towards the bench press that was still loaded with three 45lb plates per side from Jason’s last set. Jacob ran his hand over the 315lb bar. “Is this what you are using to tone your little pecs?” He asked. “Too bad I trained chest yesterday, and I mean a real workout.” Mark took a step forward but stopped dead in his tracks. Jacob had stepped behind the bar and wrapped his huge hands around the bar. Without any hesitation, hoisted it off the rack and started to curl the weight. As he cranked out prefect reps he looked at the group of guys and said “I guess my biceps need a workout now.” At 20 reps, Jacob dropped the weight back on the bench. His baggy hoodie was stretched around his biceps. The guys could see veins through the thick fabric. He walked towards the group that were still standing near the cable machine, adjusted the handles so they were closer to the floor and dropped the pins to the bottom the weight stacks. He reset the pins with 150lbs on each side. “Not bad for a warm up.” He said and stepped forward. With a groan from the heavily loaded cables he moved his arms into a double bicep pose. Even through his weather, the group could see his enormous biceps explode in size. With little effort, he started to straighten and flex his biceps. The huge stacked of weights move up and down like pistons. After 30 reps Jacob stopped at the stop of the rep, his biceps rising well past his head. “Don’t worry guys, you keep it up and I’m sure you’ll be moving weights like in no time.” He said with a chuckle and started to perform more reps. “ENOUGH!” Mark screamed. “Get the fuck out of here or I’ll fucking make you.” “Woah! Relax man.” Jacob said and dropped the cables, causing the weight stacks to come crashing down. Mark stepped close to Jacob, placed his hands on Jacob’s shoulder and gave him a hard shove but Jacob didn’t move at all. It was like pushing on a brick wall. “He dude. You better calm down before you start to piss me off.” Jacob said. “You think you scare me man? You might be a little bigger than me but I’ll fucking kick the shit out of you.” Mark yelled. “A little bigger! Are you fucking blind.” Jacob said and took a step back. With one fluid motion, he stripped his hoodie off and revealed his naked torso to the group. Without even flexing he suddenly made the newly steroid pumped Mark look tiny. Jason, Scott and Nathan couldn’t help but stare in awe of Jacob’s incredible body. “Yeah, get a good look guys. THIS is what real muscle looks like.” Jacob said and lifted his pumped biceps and slowly hit a double bicep pose. His 22” solidified and his equally bloated forearms looked like two bowling pins covered is a sickening network of veins. Jacob slowly rotated his right fist which caused his bicep to convulse and contort as it changed shape. “Pretty fucking gross right? Imagine when these are 24”. That will be pretty fucking nasty don’t you think?” Jacob dropped the pose and walked away from the group. He stopped at the rack of dumbbells surveyed the selection. “80lb max! Fuck that weak ass shit.” He said and turned to face the group. “How the fuck do you even get a pump in here?” “Shut up!” Nathan yelled. Jacob waddled over to Nathan who suddenly had a look of fear in his eyes. “Tell you what. You curl those 80lb dumbbells more than once and I’ll never step foot in this gym again. BUT, if you can’t perform at lease two reps, you have to lick the sweat off these massive arms.” He said and flexed his right arm right in Nathan’s face just to emphasize his point. Nathan swallowed hard and gave Mark a worried glance. He timidly walked to the dumbbells and grabbed the 80lb weights. Before he started to curl them, it was obvious they felt heavy in his grasp. Nathan had only ever maxed out with the 50lbs dumbbells but he knew he had to try. “You got this Nathan!” Mark yelled, trying to give Nathan some encouragement. Nathan adjusted his feet and started to curl the weights. Instantly his face contorted with effort. The veins on his forearms exploded and his whole body went stiff. His cheeks puffed out and his left arm slowly started to move. He let out a load scream as he reached the top of the rep. He let his arm fall as he started to curl with his right arm. By the time he reached the top of the curl, sweat was dripping from his forehead. He replanted his feet and started to curl with his left arm again. The weight rose until it was level with his chest but stopped. Nathan’s eyes went wide as he realized he couldn’t move the weight any higher. He dropped the weights on the ground and looked towards Mark with look of fear and defeat in his eyes. Jacob approached Nathan while clapping his hands loudly. “So close man. I really thought you were going to make it.” He said and placed a hand on Nathan’s shoulder. “Time to pay your debt.” He said. Nathan looked terrified and humiliated as Jacob raised his left arm and flexed. “Start licking.” Nathan hesitated and Jacob stepped closer. “Start licking or this huge bicep will be the last thing you ever see.” Nathan was shaking like a leaf and slowly leaned in. Just as he was about to make contact with Jacob’s arm, he stopped flexing and took a step away. “HA. You actually thought I was going to let you touch this muscle?” Jacob said and laughed. “Besides, I don’t think I’m done pumping them yet.” Jacob bent down and picked up the weights. Relief washed over Nathan’s face. Jacob walked back to the rack of dumbbells and slammed the two 80lb weights back in place. “Too bad this is all the weights you have but I guess they will have to do.” The group assumed Jacob was about to start curling the 80lb weights just to further humiliate Nathan but what he did instead was far more incredible. Jacob walked to the centre of the rack, bent down and gripped the metal rack with both hands. With a grunt he tried to stand up straight. There was a rattling of metal dumbbells but the rack didn’t move. “What a douche.” Mark said to the others, sensing Jacob was all talk. Jacob looked towards the group of guys, squatted back down and without breaking his stare, stood back up, this time the weight rack came with him. He reached his full height and held the massive rack level with his waist. His 22” arms inflated in size as countless veins crept to the surface of his skin. The group of guys could only stare at what they were witnessing. “Had to adjust my grip.” Jacob said without any effort in his voice. He glanced past the group to focus on his reflection in the mirror behind them. Slowly he started to curl the rack and all the weights it contained. The metal rattled loudly as he reached the top of the rep. He lowered the weight and when his arms were once again visible they looked like something completely alien. Mark and his friends could see Jacob’s biceps visibly growing. After his second rep, there was barely amy separation between his forearms and biceps, both muscle groups had combined to a singular bundle of pure muscle. Jacob looked down and marvelled at the sight. Even he was surprised by the grotesque display of muscle he was seeing. He refocused his attention on the group of guys and decided to offer them their final humiliation and started to curl the rack faster. At five reps, he was not showing any signs of slowly. “Look at this POWER! Mr. Olympia couldn’t even do this. Check out those nasty veins running all over these arms. Have you even seen anything this insane?” To further empathize his dominance, Jacob flexed his entire upper body with each rep. In the mirror he saw his pecs, traps, lats and shoulders inflate. He looked at the group and saw Jason cover his crotch. “YEAH! Look at all this MASSIVE MUSCLE!” He yelled. Nathan looked like he might pass out while Scott’s cock was clearly tented in his shorts. Mark was the only one that managed to maintain his composure. It was at that moment Jacob decided to really freak these kids out. He reached the top of his either rep and gave the rack a violent shake. The loose dumbbells fell to the floor around him. They crashed so loudly, every kid jumped. Still holding the thick metal rack in his hands, Jacob pressed it over his head. He held it over his head to ensure everyone got a good view of his flared lats and enormous shoulders. With a slight adjustment of his grip, Jacob lowered the rack behind his head. It stopped at his traps and Jacob moved his arms so they hung on either side. “I doubt any of you guys could lift this empty weight rack, let alone, press it over your head and support it on your traps and shoulders like this.” They guys just stared, not knowing what Jacob was planning next. Fortunately they didn’t have to wait long. Before their eyes, Jacob’s body began to flex. Every muscle solidified and grew until Jacob was almost unrecognizable. The group could not deny nor ignore that Jacob was the superior being. Never had they witnessed so much muscle in real life. As they stared in awe of the full body flex Jacob was performing, they were unable to control their erections. All four of their cocks were clearly visible which only spurred Jacob on. He gripped the metal rack with each hand and started to flex harder. At first nothing happened but suddenly there was a metal groan filling the room. “NO” Screamed Scott. The metal scream increased as the boys started to see the metal bend around Jacob’s neck. The strain was evident on his face but he continued to apply more pressure. Seconds later the rack was bent 10 degrees more and Jacob was finally able to engage his pecs which responded in kind to become something completely inhuman. A wave of deep striations cut across their surface, starting at the bottom and moving upwards. The newly inflated mass swelled to triple its former size. The dense chest meat physically pushed Jacob’s head higher as it came in contact with his chin. With a primal growl, Jacob flexed his entire body once more and the metal rack bend so far the ends were only a few feet apart. Jacob hoisted the battered metal off his shoulders and let if fall at his feet. He squared his massive shoulders and placed his hands on his hips. He was breathing heavy and sweating profusely. The group could no longer control themselves. The sight of Jacob’s fully pumped, incomprehensibly strong body was finally too much for all of them. Collectively wet spots formed on each of their crotches. Jacob could not help but reach down to feel his own hard cock as he revelled in the effect he has simultaneously caused. As Mark recovered his senses, rage filled his entire body. He was overcome not only by unexplained lust but also by the humiliation Jacob had just orchestrated. Without thinking, he bent down and picked up a 35lb plate and swung it towards Jacob’s head. A load thud filled the entire gym as the metal plate made contact with Jacob’s jaw. His massive body reeled backwards but he managed to remain standing. “You little piece of SHIT!” He yelled and stepped towards Mark who still held the weight. As he approached, Mark used all his strength and swung the weight again. The sound of it hitting Jacob directly in his temple was truly sickening. Jacob’s body crumbled to the ground and lay motionless on the ground. “What the FUCK Mark!” Jason yelled. Scott placed his hands over his mouth stifle a scream as Nathan ran up to Mark and grabbed the weight from his hand. Mark snapped out of his rage and realized what he just did. Panic shot through his body. “Oh shit! Oh shit!” He said and started to pace around Jacob’s unconscious body. “Let get out of here!” Nathan yelled. “Yeah! Cone on Mark. Let’s bolt before someone sees us here.” Scott said. Mark turned to leave as the other guys followed. Then suddenly, he stopped. “No.” The three guys stopped and turned to face Mark with blank stares on their faces. Mark had a calm, determined look on his face. It was unsettling to his friends. “I’m not going to just forget about what that piece of shit freak just did to use..” Mark was fuming. His whole body was tense and his pumped muscles swelled even bigger. “Mark! What are you talking about?” “We have him right where we want him. Look at him, he’s totally knocked out. He needs to be taught a lesson.” The guys looked freaked out but they trusted Mark and quite frankly, were becoming a little scared of what wold happen if they disobeyed him. “Jason, find something to lock the doors. Scott and Nathan, help me find something to tie Jacob up with.” Mark commanded. Minutes later Nathan came back with the thick ropes used in gym class to test kid’s climbing skills. They were easily six inches around and weighed several hundred pounds. Nathan was out of breath once he had dragged them across the room. Scott and Mark pulled Jacob’s body towards one of the support beams that divided the gym in two. They shared a shocked look when the felt the incredible density of Jacob’s body. They visibly struggled to move him no more than twenty feet. The group worked together and within a few minutes, had Jacob bound with the huge ropes. He was tied in a sitting position with his legs legs wrapped in the ropes. His head hung to the left and hadn’t moved at all.

Chapter 2 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.” “What?” 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... High School Chapter 1 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. “Holy Shit!” “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?”

UNO El asunto del pecho de Nico al parecer era muy conocido. Nico y yo eramos amigos desde jardín. Habíamos ido a la misma primaria y cuando entramos en la segundaria nuestros padres eligieron mandarnos a colegios diferentes. De todos modos todavía seguiamos siendo amigos y cada tanto solíamos invitarnos a dormir. Durante los años de secundaria la mamá de Nico había decidido darle pastillas para el crecimiento, ella era una mujer petisa y tenía miedo de que su hijo no creciera demasiado. A Nico el asunto lo tenía sin problema y hasta ese momento él no había sido más bajo o más alto que nadie en el colegio. Pero a medida que los años de secundario iban pasando las cosas empezaron a cambiar. Lo primero que sucedio es que la voz de Nico se volvió más gruesa. Después ocurrió que pegó un estirón y me sacó una cabeza. Nico siempre había sido muy jodón y desde entonces empezó a decirme enano. —¿Que hacés enano? ¿Que tal la vista desde el subsuelo? Después le creció el pecho. No fue algo progresivo, fue casi como de un día para otro. Dos enormes pectorales asomaron como montañas sobre su pecho. Nico se reía. Decía que sus amigos lo llamaban la tetona. Era un pecho impresionante, yo nunca había conocido a nadie con un pecho tan grande. No era desproporcionado sino que era del tamaño perfecto, ancho y suave. No caía como esas tetas de viejos de 60 o de gordos a los que se les cae la grasa. Era un pecho grande, simplemente como si se le hubiera expandido la caja torásica y le hubieran crecido los músculos. Entonces ocurrió que Nico empezó a coger. Eso le causaba gracia, decía que las chicas le tocaban el pecho todo el día. —Les encanta —decía cuando se quitaba la remera y se miraba frente al espejo. Nico no tenía un gramo de grasa, no es que fuera super musculoso, solo que su cuerpo emanaba fuerza y energía sexual. Se paraba frente al espejo y se masajeaba el pecho mientras decía. —Les encanta. No sabés como me tocan todo el pecho, se vuelven locas —y después se miraba de costado y de frente—. Lo tengo enorme. ¿Que te parece, enano? ¿Te parece que tengo el pecho muy grande? ¿Me lo querés tocar? —Salí, boludo —le decía yo y él se cagaba de risa. Después se agarraba el pecho con ambas manos y decía: —Tetas de hombre —y eso era todo. Al parecer sus amigos también cargaban con eso. Le decían la tetona y a Nico le encantaba. Siempre que podía se sacaba la remera. —¡Salí de acá tetona! —le decían sus amigos. —¡Dejá de mostrar las tetas! Pero a Nico eso no lo intimidaba y siempre decía: —¿Querés tocarme las tetas? ¡Dale, veni! ¡Tocame las tetas! Una vez en su cumpleaños uno de sus amigos empezó a cargarlo con eso de las tetas grandes. Nico se sacó la remera y dijo: —Veni si sos macho, dale, tocame las tetas. El amigo fue y empezó a tocarle el pecho. —¡Aw Nico! —decía haciéndose el que se calentaba, mientras todos se cagaban de risa—. Que fuerte que sos, que pecho de macho que tenés, que tetas, que fuerte que sos. Tetas Nico, tetas, dame tus tetas. Y todos se morían de risa, incluso Nico. Para ese entonces yo le llegaba tan solo hasta la linea de sus pectorales. Para mí Nico se estaba volviendo un gigante. Por esa época Nico empezó a juntarse con otros amigos más grandes que nosotros. En especial con uno que se llamaba Juanito. Yo no lo conocía pero al parecer Juanito estaba todo el tiempo hablando de sexo, de tetas, de conchas, de pijas, de minas y de como cogérselas. Todo el material que Nico traía a mi casa las noches que venía a dormir era de Juanito. Así fue como empezó a traer fotos de minas en bolas, con unas tetas enormes o cogiendo. Cuando mis papás se habían ido a dormir pausábamos el jueguito que estuvieramos jugando y nos poníamos a ver las fotos. —Mirá esta hija de puta, como me la cogería —decía Nico mientras se tocaba la pija debajo del pantalón. Un día así fue como empezamos a pajearnos. Nico trajo unas fotos, nos sentamos frente al monitor y él dijo: —Boludo, pajiémosnos —y sin esperar que yo dijera nada se sacó la remera y se desabrochó el pantalón. La pija que salió era enorme, yo nunca había visto una pija tan grande en mi vida. En especial porque la mia era bastante chiquita; la de Nico parecía diez veces mas grande. —Dale, boludo, ¿Que esperas? —me dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba y su pija crecía y crecía. —Boludo, la tenés enorme —le dije. —El otro día la medimos con Juanito —dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba—. Treinta y cinco centímetros. Yo saqué la mia y empezé a pajearme. —Boludo, ¿Que es eso? —me preguntó—. Tenés un mani. Le pegué en el hombro y me fui al baño. —¡Boludo, no te enojes, es un chiste! Cuando salí del baño Nico había vuelto a jugar a los jueguitos. Me pidió perdón y jugamos hasta que se hizo de madrugada. Otro día vino con una sonrisa en la cara. —Tengo unas fotos que te vas a morir. Se hizo de madrugada y me mostró lo que había traido. Por alguna razón las pasaba bien rápido, hasta que llegó a la foto que me quería mostrar. Era la foto de una pija enorme. Solo se veía la pija y un poco de las piernas y la panza. Se notaba que era un hombre musculoso. —¿Cual decís que es mas grande? —preguntó—. Esa o la mia. Y sin esperar mas se bajó el pantalón y empezó a pajearse. Antes de que estuviera toda parada se sacó la remera y mientras con una mano se masturbaba con la otra empezó a tocarse el pecho: esas enormes tetas musculosos que tenía. Cuando estuvo del todo parada Nico se paró y dijo: —¿Y? ¿Cual decís que es mas grande? Mire ambas pijas, eran las dos enormes, simplemente enormes y gruesas. —No sé, parecen igual de grandes. —¿Vos decís? —Yo creo que la del chabon es mas grande —dijo Nico mientras se masajeaba una teta. A la siguiente vez trajo un video porno y algo que había aprendido. Juanito le había enseñado a hacer competencias de wascasos. —Nos pajeamos y el que aguanta mas y acaba mas gana. Pusimos el video y nos empezamos a pajear. La pija monstruosa de Nico se paró como un mástil. La mia apenas lograba ponerse dura. Heché una mirada a las enormes tetas de Nico y acabé. El wascaso entró en mi mano como un chicle. —¿Ya estás? Ja, ¡que chabón! Nico se siguió pajeando y pajeando. Se tocaba las tetas y se masajeaba la pija con una y con las dos manos. —Tengo la pija enorme, boludo —decía—, casi tan grande como mis tetas. Mirá el tamaño de mis tetas, boludo. Estoy enorme. Tengo mas tetas que la puta esa —dijo y se puso de pie. Fue al baño y dijo: —Mirá esto, enano. Me paré al lado y vi salir un chorro de wasca como si hubiera abierto una canilla. —Te lleno la bañera de leche, boludo. Jaja, mirá toda la leche que tengo. Otra vez me dijo: —Boludo, nos tenemos que pajear cruzado. Es zarpado. —¿Que? ¿Cruzado? —Si boludo, yo te pajeo a vos y vos a mi. —Dejate de joder, boludo, no te quiero tocar la pija. —Boludo, es lo mismo. ¿Que te cambia? Es una pija. Los dos tenemos una pija... Y puso un video de una mina a la que se la cogían tres tipos. Nico sacó su pija y yo hice lo mismo. —¿Así toda floja? —le pregunté. —Dale, boludo —dijo y me sacó la mano y me agarró la pija con dos dedos. Su mano era mucho mas grande que la mia y entre sus dedos mi pija todavía parecía mas chica. Se me paró al toque. —Dale, agarrame, boludo. Agarré su enorme pija con una mano y empecé a subir y bajar. Nunca había sentido una pija tan grande. Acabé en un segundo. —¡aw, boludo! Me llenaste la mano de leche. Tenés que controlarla, forro. Se limpió con mi remera y después se puso en cueros. —Ahora termina con la mia. Le agarré la pija temblando. Había crecido por la mitad, pero ya era algo impresionante. Un segundo después se puso tan dura como una piedra y tan gruesa que apenas podía rodearla con mi mano. —Apretá con fuerza, boludo. ¡Dale! ¡Ponele ganas! –Estoy apretando todo lo que puedo. —Dale, boludo, ¿me estás jodiendo? —Forro, la tenés enorme. —Dale pelotudo, apretá en serio. ¿Así te pajeas? —Boludo, no tengo la culpa que tengas una pija gigante. —Usá las dos manos. Agarré su pija con las dos manos y Nico empezó a tocarse las tetas. —Uh, que grande que la tengo, mirá tus manitos, son diminutas. Ja! Dale, pajeame con ganas. Jaja, mirá el tamaño de esa pija. Dios, que grande que estoy. Y ahí sin pensar en lo que hacía se la chupé. Nico me empujó y se puso de pie. —¿Que hacés, boludo? ¿Sos puto? —dijo y me pegó una piña en el hombro que me tiró al suelo. Nico debía pesar el doble que yo, tenía una fuerza que yo no podía imaginar. Se vistió, se subió el pantalón y se fue. A los pocos días alguien tocó el timbre de casa. Era Nico. —¿Puedo pasar? Le dije que si. Nos sentamos en mi cama y no dijimos nada. Después nos pusimos a jugar al street fighter. Cuando se hizo la madrugada Nico puso pausa y dijo: –¿Me querés chupar la pija? No respondí. Nico se sacó la ropa, estaba mas enorme que nunca. Se paró delante mio mientras se masturbaba. Yo veía su inmensa pija crecer y crecer y crecer sobre mi cabeza y en lo alto sus enormes tetas musculosos moviéndose suavemente. Cuando estuvo parada Nico agarró me puso una mano en la cabeza y me acercó a su pija. Me resistí, cerré la boca con fuerza y me apretó la poronga gigante contra el cachete haciendo presión. —Dale, abrí la boca, enano. Me apretaba con la pija. —Dale, mirá lo grande que la tengo, dale puto. Entonces abrí la boca e intenté morderlo, pero era tan grande que no pude cerrar la boca. —Así me gusta, putito, chupame la pija —decía mientra me sostenía la cabeza con una mano y con la otra se tocaba las tetas—. Awww que bien que chupas, enano. Chupamela toda, dale. ¿Te gusta? Mira lo grande que la tengo. Dale, chupame toda la pija, dale, mirá lo grande que es. Es enorme. La tengo re dura. ¿Te gusta eso? Dale, chupame las bolas, Jaja, que puto que sos enano. Te morías de ganas de chuparme la pija. ¡Que chabón! Dale, hasta el fondo, jajaja te vas a atragantar. La tengo muy grande. Uh me vas a hacer acabar —dijo y me agarró la cabeza con fuerza para que no me moviera—. ¡Tomá puto! ¡Tomate toda la leche que tengo! Dijo y acabó una cantidad imposible de wasca. Hasta el punto que me atraganté y me salió por la nariz. Casi me ahogo tomándome la leche de Nico. —Boludo, casi me matás —le dije y le empecé a pegar en el pecho, en ese increible y enorme pecho musculoso que sus amigos llamaban tetas de hombre. Tetas de hombre, enormes y cubiertas de una capa de pelo. Me cansé de pegarle y empecé a acariciarle el pecho. Era una masa enorme de músculos perfectos. —Jajaj, mirá como quedaste chabón —dijo Nico mientras yo le tocaba el pecho como si no se diera cuenta que lo estaba tocando. Me limpió la cara con un pañuelo mientras yo seguía tocando su pecho —¿Te gustan mis tetas? —dijo y las flexionó para que yo viera lo duras que eran. Yo lo tocaba y lo tocaba mientras sentía la enorme fuerza de su pecho bajo mi manos. Ese pecho inmenso y lleno de musculos que todavía estaba creciendo. Y sin mas se le paró la pija otras vez y me agarró la cabeza para que se la chupara de nuevo. Así empezamos.

THE TANK PROCEDURE You stand in the Beta chamber, across from Alpha, ass naked save for your dog tags. Attached via a tube extending from the top of the chamber to your face is a mask providing you with oxygen. Sweat rolls down your lean body as if you were standing in the rain. It must be a thousand fucking degrees in here, you think while you wait. You knew it would be hot – the machine gives off a lot of heat while warming up the gamma rays. At least that's what the nerds told you – those top secret army boys in lab coats outside the chambers, turning dials and looking at screens with strange numbers and diagrams on them. You sigh in boredom. You've been waiting for what feels like an hour now, starting to wish you never signed up for this top secret experiment. Why is it even top secret? you wonder. You fail to grasp why a procedure involving a “minor” increase in strength and endurance should be kept behind closed doors. “The Tank Procedure,” they called it – because a “tank is what you'll become!” You still remember your commander selling it to you like an infomercial. But whatever – you figure a little bit more muscle wouldn't hurt. And you're always ready to serve. You turn your attention to the soldier in the Alpha chamber across from you. He stands at six feet, completely upright and at attention. Like you he sports a buzz cut, and bears the same dog tags and oxygen mask. You can make out the faint outline of a six pack. Maybe I'll have one of those after this! You sneak a peak at his package – equally impressive. Suddenly, an alarm sounds, and a robotic voice announces “PARAMETERS READY. INITIATING TRANSFORMATION ON CHAMBER ALPHA.” Your heart skips a beat – somewhat relieved you aren't first. You watch as the chamber fills up with viscous fluid that, when full, lifts the soldier into the center effortlessly. He looks surprised. So that's what these masks are for, you realize. The speaker returns. “ALPHA CHAMBER LOADED. INITIATING METABOLIC TRANSFORMATION.” You hear a loud buzz and suddenly the clear fluid in Alpha's chamber glows a luminescent green. The soldier almost instantly starts convulsing in agony. Veins appear all over his body, glowing increasingly green. Your heart drops. You watch in horror as his muscles spasm all too quickly - growing with each spasm. He throws his arms back and you see a now entirely visible chiseled six pack, covered in green veins running to his cock. That's when you saw it – his blood rushing to his package. It forces his rod into a fully erect state. His balls too seem to grow – now larger now normal for any male body. You run your gaze back up his body, passing by two suddenly engorged pectorals. They heave up an down as the metamorphosis continues, supported now by heft shoulders and unnaturally large traps. You notice the soldier's expression – something of a mix between pain and... pleasure? Holy shit, you think, is he actually enjoying this? That's when you realize in terror – the serum flooding his cock – they were MAKING him enjoy it. His convulsions become quicker, and suddenly you hear his now booming voice from behind the thick glass of his chamber, muffled by the serum he is suspended in. “Fuck... FUCK. Too much! Turn it off! Mmmmm, fuck yeah – NO! FUCK NO! Ugh, ughhhhhh...” You turn read, heart pounding, unable to take your eyes away from the scene. His arms grow to inhuman lengths – his now bowling ball biceps being pumped larger, beyond all limits. His forearms take on a sharp and overworked look. The transformation grows his shoulders to unworldly proportions – the size of his fucking head! You realize against his now rock hard shoulders and roid-level traps that the soldier probably can't turn his head anymore. And it shows – his convulsions seem to slow, his new body strong enough to withstand them. As the radiation slows you stare in awe of the creature the military had created. What was once a man now stands a beast, only akin to his former self in some facial features, although even that was chiseled by the procedure. His seemingly small head rests on his now seven foot tall body, supported by a disproportionately wide wall of muscle you might call his chest. Even facing forward you can make out a ripped back, wings arrogantly displaying themselves, forcing the shoulders cannon sized arms apart. His core looks tight. Fuck! You realize the radiation has granted this monster not 6, or 8, but 10 MASSIVE bricks for abs. They run down in a percent V into his now foot long cock and engorged balls. It throbs up and down in testosterone-fueled agony. Below it extend tree-trunk sized quads, cannonball gluts, and mutated calves, now reaching the floor of the chamber. You wonder how any man's body could be made to look like such a bulging X. “METABOLIC TRANSORMATION COMPLETE. INITIATING TRAINING.” the announcer booms. Training? What the fuck is that? You hear the now animal grunts of the solder in Alpha chamber. He throws his arms and legs about, no longer in agony, but from the sound of it... horniness. You watch as his cock pumps out stream after stream of pre-cum. The beast looks like he's in incredible heat. You watch as each of his abs fight for dominance while he convulses, his watermelon pecs contracting and bulging in unison. His neck strains in desperate attempts to jerk himself off. Is there anything left of him? What did they do to him? Suddenly a red gird of light runs through the chamber. As it passes through the monster's body he stops, standing at attention – perfectly upright. You realize now he is not 7 – but 8 whole feet high! While standing at the ready his gaze falls on your eyes, causing you to take a step back. You realize he is not looking at you, but forward, as if awaiting a command. The lights rotate around the soldier, illuminating his godlike frame. You hear the faint sound of the announcer local to the soldier's chamber, and his baritone responses. “OBEY.” “I obey. I good boy.” “You will be made complete.” “I will be complete.” As the commands continue, each of the animal's responses become more and more human, yet... robotic – like a SOLDIER! “You are a TANK.” “I am .. TANK.” “You will serve the military perfectly.” “I will server the military perfectly!” “You will do justice for you country.” “I will obey and serve!” “What is your name?” “SOLDIER ALPHA-78!” “What are you?” “TANK!” “What is your purpose?” “To obey and serve, SIR!” “COMMENCING ARMOR SYNTHESIS. STAND AT THE READY.” “SIR. YES. SIR!” You watch as the soldier close his eyes and lose himself in ecstasy – as if the program had somehow triggered an orgasm. Gallon after gallon of his mutated cum exits his bowling balls through his steel grade rod, mixing with the serum of the chamber. After a full minute of unending pleasure, the serum starts to coagulate against the soldiers body, now familiar with his genetic code. As he stands perfectly still, the serum hardens layer by layer against his skin. After a while it takes on a metallic, chrome finish. Despite adding a few inches of mass, the metal coat conforms perfectly to the soldiers curvature. Not a crevice is filled in the valley of his abs. Every bulging vein on his arms, legs, and monster cock where left pronounced. Even his nips, jutting far forward off the slabs of meat that where his pecs, could still be made out. At the end there was no serum left in the chamber. Before you stands not a man, nor animal, but impressive military-grade machine of raw power and steel skin. Shaking in terror you watch the soldier open his metallic eyes. They glow a bright red – the same red as the grid that had “trained” him before. His speaks. His voice shakes the room. “TANK SOLDIER ALPHA-78 - READY FOR DUTY - SIR!” Your heart pounds. What is this? This isn't what you signed up for... or was it? What did the contract say? Did you even read it? Your mind races, but is silenced by the announcer. “ALPHA TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE. INITIATING TRANSFORMATION BETA.” Your're next.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2-4 Chapter 5-6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 CHAPTER 9 I laid in the complete darkness of my room, naked and on top of my sheets, letting the fan blow cool air on my oversized, overheated body. I'd finished the day's fourth workout, followed it up with my eighth meal, and promptly collapsed on my bed near midnight, mind and body exhausted. Sweat still bled from my pores and the fan's wind was a welcome relief. I could feel the aches and pains of my broken body fade as it unnaturally repaired itself, growing larger and stronger. My gut, once bulging with food, slowly returned to the deep washboard sheet I still couldn't believe was mine. I could bury a finger between each ab block and make it disappear. I felt my skin tighten over the expanding body beneath it as I, not for the first time, ran my fingers from my thigh, up my abdomen, and across my chest, relishing the god-like body running under them. It had been ten days since I made the deal with Lewis, four until we agreed he could take the second canister. He'd tried to cut the deal to a week but I convinced him to hold course. Still, I made every day count and worked out like the obsessed man I was. I don't know how much weight I'd gained, I'd maxed out the scales weeks ago, but I knew it was a lot. What was I now? 400 pounds? More? I hadn't a clue. But, like Lewis, I looked far smaller: perhaps 6'3 240. But that loaded mousetrap feeling had only intensified. My 400+ pound body didn't want to be crammed in a 240 pound frame. It wanted to escape. It was a like a muscle that I couldn't flex but was dying to. It was both agonizingly frustrating and erotically exhilarating. I drifted in and out of sleep in the darkness, mind was exhausted but my body full of raw vigor. Fuck me. The sultry whisper made me stir. I smiled in the darkness, thinking I was having a dream. Then I felt fingers gently tickle the bare skin of my chest, sending goosebumps down my naked body. My eyes opened in vain. My room, as always, was pitch black. I really need to get a nightlight, I thought still half asleep. Then those ghostly fingers found my dick and a second later I felt something wet and smooth make its way up my suddenly swelling shaft. It was someone’s tongue. What the fuck?! I jolted up in confused panic, but a gentle ssssshhhhhh calmed my nerves and an equally gentle hand calmed my body with a slight push against my chest. The tongue became a mouth and I felt it wrap itself around me and skillfully thrust down and up, down and up, down and up. Its tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my shaft. I fell back with a moan. The hand that caressed my chest suddenly became two. They pressed down on my granite abs as I felt a weight being added to the bed. Whoever was in my room was now climbing on the bed with me. I didn’t care who it was, I just didn’t want that mouth to stop. My dick involuntarily flexed and swelled to a thickness I still wasn’t used to. Those hands found their way to my arms, still gorged and swollen from the workout. They squeezed hard as I felt the lips around my growing dick stretch wide. The tongue pressed harder and I spasmed in delight. I reached down to caress the face of this sexual wunderkind, but those hands rediscovered their composure and pushed mine away. The invader was not interested in my caress. The hands left my arm and moved down and down, down my lats and over the thick wall of my abs. I felt my nipples grow erect as those hands reached under my ass and pulled me closer to those straining lips. My dick was shoved into the back recesses of the intruder's throat but those lips barely made it halfway down my giant shaft. I squeezed my glutes together, sending a surge of energy though my body. My dick swelled even more and I heard a stifled moan from the intruder and suddenly my dick was released just as I was about to climax. I moaned but those hands masterfully grabbed my egg sized balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. My back arched and I rode the edge of orgasm as the weight on the bed shifted. The head of my dick was greeted by something warm and inviting. It just touched the tip at first then slowly and rhythmically fell over the head where it rolled me with that gentle rhythm. It slid against me, hugging tightly. I heard another moan, I didn’t know if it was mine or the invader's but then the hug started sliding down my dick, squeezing with its walls. Those hands returned and resumed the gentle caress until most of my dick was covered in that warm and strong embrace. Then I felt air brush my ear as a voice whispered. “Now,” it said. “Fuck me.” I squeezed my ass, arched my back, and pulled my dick back before rolling it back in, gently at first but with increasing speed and strength. The intruder’s moan became a surprised gasp and came almost immediately, lubing my dick and letting it slide through the tightness with and increased level of ease and power. Those hands grabbed me tight and I felt them try to dent the armor of my arms with all their strength as the climax intensified but they remained hard and unmarked. I flexed my biceps under those hands, letting them grow and swell, spreading those hands out. “Oh god oh god” the voice whispered, almost squealing. The intruder came again and so did I. Our bodies grew taught and hard, sweat creating a sheen across us both. I reached up now, my hands cupping the small of a back and I could feel the muscles underneath contract as our bodies grew ever closer. Breasts pressed against my chest and I felt a taught stomach brush against the boulders of mine as the body on top of me rose up and down. We used our hands as eyes and we liked what we saw. The voice muffled a scream of pure pleasure as it came yet again. Then I tilted my head up to the invisible face I knew was there and felt hair brush against my face. I found what I guessed was an ear. “My turn,” I said. With no warning, I held the body tighter to me and lifted it up. I was on my feet in less than a second. The body I carried was tall and hard but I held it effortlessly. Strong legs wrapped themselves around my waist and rested their ankles on the shelf of my glutes. They squeezed hard against my core but I barely noticed. I found a wall in the darkness and pressed the intruder against it and pressed my own body against the intruder’s. My dick found home again and those hands grabbed my swollen lats as if they were handle bars. They pushed and pulled on me and I let my dick do their bidding, finding the spots that made them squeeze tighter and not stopping until the moans became gasps and those hands practically tore at my sides. My muscles flexed harder and harder and I felt that now familiar exhilarating burn form in the pit of my stomach then grow outward in a radiant heat that was soon dancing across my entire body. Sweat beaded and fell across my mountainous back. The veins on my body bulged and I heard a gasp as I started to grow elsewhere too. I came immediately and the intruder’s head slammed back against the wall in sheer ecstasy as my dick grew harder and larger inside. The walls that held it grew tighter. My arms exploded in raw power and those hands were soon pinched from my lats. They moved to my gorged pumpkin shoulders and they pulled me close. I felt lips press firmly against mine and we kissed in raw passion as we both kept coming. The arms and legs wrapped around me squeezed until they shook with exhausted orgasm. The hands found a hold in the writhing crevices of my back. The moan was guttural and raw and then the limbs when limp and nearly fell away. I took the body’s weight and held it, gently sliding my still erect dick out and letting the intruder’s feet touch the ground. We held each other for a moment, both of us gasping desperately for breath. Our arms held each other tight, the intruder nearly swallowed in my mass. Then the hands pushed me gently away and I felt them touch my dick, exploring it in the darkness. I could tell by the touch it was a caress of awe and wonder. I moved back towards the naked body in front of me, wanting to go again. But those hands pushed against my sweat covered abs. The fingers curled into claws and scratched down my iron trunk. A breath released in ragged shudders. The intruder wanted more too. “Can’t,” the voice croaked. I felt a forehead rest, exhausted, on my chest and the voice gave a breathless “holy shit” before pulling back. Bare footsteps made their way to my front door. It opened and a dull, negligible light of the hallway beyond made its way through the door. To our night trained eyes it was practically sunlight but the intruder’s form was only blackness against the light behind it, silhouetting its naked body. It looked back with its shadowed face at me. My form, flooded in the grey light, must have looked like the marble statue of an ancient god. The intruder turned and closed the door behind it, leaving me alone in the darkness. I exhaled a breath I hadn't known I was holding and made my way back to the bed. It groaned under my inhuman mass and I was impressed it held up through what we’d just put it through. This wasn't the first time I'd been laid in the last couple months (my dick needed to be used at least a half dozen times a day and it was always nice when someone else took care of it). This was the first time some had snuck into the room, though. I smiled in the darkness and let the sweat evaporate off my body under the fan’s gentle breeze as I slowly drifted towards sleep. There was a knock at the door. So you want some more huh? I thought as I got out of bed. Dressed only by the air I walked to the door from memory opened it expectantly, hoping the visitor from earlier was back for another round. I was instead greeted by Lewis's hulking form. Still dressed in his laughably tight military uniform, his eyes were wide and he started speaking before I had the door all the way open. "Sir, we have a problem," he said, his voice shaking and breathless. He was visibly scared and must have raced here from his own dorm. "What is it?" I asked. “I don’t know what to do,” Lewis answered, wild eyes searching everywhere at once. Forgetting how naked I was, I reached a hand out and put it gently on his shoulder. “Lewis, calm down. Everything will be ok. Just tell me what went wrong.” Lewis took a few deep breaths and eventually found his words. "It's Whitaker," Lewis said finally. "He's...he's taken the serum."

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? "Well?" 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.

I agree - one of the best. No one describes muscle and flexing the way you do! It’s no wonder the characters cum in their pants at the sight of Jacob. Just reading it - well TMI

Wow! I don’t think I’d agree but I’m flattered you think so.

By far one of the best stories on the site. Great work

Greetings, Nice to see a place for being a tall bodybuilder. As I have experienced, being a tall bodybuilder is a lot more tough than being a 5'6" or 5'10" bodybuilder. I'm 6'2" and now at 268 lbs. bodybuilder. I have been up to 295 lbs. as a powerlifter and at that time, I was being sponsored so the additional income allowed me to put on a lot of size. But I still want to hit the 305-310 mark now as a bodybuilder. Putting on muscle size is still tough for me. I have to take appetite enhancers to stimulate my wanting to stuff myself. Luckily, I have been bodybuilding for a while and have lived in Los Angeles and Houston and have learned a lot from other bodybuilders. You can't do bodybuilding alone.

Crap! Things really scalated on this chapter. Mark's rage and steroid fueled body is making him not think things clearly and he wants revenge but deep down he wants to be just as Jacob is. Im sure Jacob will get out of those bounds and the four of them are gonna have a hard hard time cause im sure Jacob willw ant to collect on Nathan and will make Mark and Jason join too.,

Hope all is good with everyone here. Haven't signed on this club for a while.

This story is unbelievably hot. I hope Jacob will find someone who will worship his massive muscles the way they deserve to be worshiped. I know i'd worship them

This is more of a filler chapter but gives you more insight to the primal nature of Jacob's desire to be the biggest, most powerful freak on the planet. Enjoy! Chapter 3 Mark tossed his gym bag on the floor and collapsed on his bed, glad to be alone in the safety of his room. The stories he had heard all afternoon about the new kid and his sickening display of muscle and strength had taken their toll. Mark had put on a brave face and tried to remain unimpressed around his buddies but now in the privacy of his room, he felt his emotions taking over. He glanced around his room where he had build a shrine to the one thing that he really cared about, bodybuilding. Posters of his favourite professional bodybuilders covered the walls, numerous supplement containers littered the floor and various exercise equipment cluttered up the space. He stood up, stripped off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Standing 5’10” and weighing 223lbs, Mark was an impressive specimen. He was planning on competing in the state bodybuilding show later in the year and was focused not only on winning the teen category but also claiming the overall award. His body was incredibly well-proportioned with his best feature being his impressive quads and calves. Measuring 28” and 18” respectively, Mark knew he could go toe-to-toe with many of the pros. Normally after an intense workout, he would hit pose after pose in this mirror until he could barely move. The stains on the lower part of the mirror were leftover evidence of the many times his post-workout posing sessions had ended with a satisfying orgasm. Today was different. Mark starred at his reflection and didn’t feel the same confidence he normally experienced. In his mind, the graphic stories of Jacob’s massive body and inhuman strength ran through his mind on a constant loop. Initially, Mark’s confidence was shaken. He couldn’t fathom how someone his own age cold be so huge and powerful. Suddenly anger started to bubble up inside Mark. He had worked way too hard to let some new freak steal his glory. He sat down on his bed and pulled out his phone. He hesitated for a moment before typing a text and hitting send. His heart was pounding as he immediately saw a response being composed. “You sure?” It read. Mark replied as fast as he could “Fuck yeah I am. I want the good stuff, double to dose.” He texted back. “Ok dude. I’ll let you know when I get a new supply. I just hope you know what you are doing.” Was the response. Mark tossed the phone down and glanced at his refection once again. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m going to grow so FUCKING massive that Jacob will piss himself at the sight of me.” he said and went online to see just how powerful the new steroids he ordered were. --- After his logic-defying show of power at school, he was too amped up to stick around for his afternoon classes. He practically ran home to start lifting. He knew if anyone could have done what he did at school they’d be too spent to even move but it only made Jacob more energized. Jacob entered is garage gym and wasted no time loading weights and pumping his already freaky muscles even bigger. His shoulders were still burning from the torture the table full of students had inflicted on them but Jacob wanted them to burn more. He loaded the bar with two 45lbs on each side and started to crank out rep after rep. He lost count at 45 reps and after five solid minutes dropped the weight and added another 45lb plate to each side. With no effort, he hoisted it back up and started to perform more shoulder presses. After another five minutes of non-stop reps he was screaming in pain and his shoulders felt like they were being stabbed with knives. Dropping the massive weight, Jacob squared his shoulders and looked at his refection in the mirror. Even he was shocked at the sight. His shoulders looked like they had tripled in size. They jutted out from his body like two over-inflated beachballs. Deep striations clearly defined each muscle group and garden hose thick veins covered every inch. “Need more pain.” Jacob mumbled and walked to the impressive rack of dumbbells lining the back wall of the garage. He bend down and grabbed two 80lb weights and turned to face himself in the mirror. With barely a grunt, he started to perform lateral raises with perfect form. Jacob performed each rep at a slow and deliberate pace. The pain in his shoulders was almost unbearable but Jacob knew that was the only way he would grow. His brain was wired to feed off the pain, his whole body craved punishment only heavy weights could inflict. After 25 reps, Jacob was in agony. He stomped his foot as he raised the dumbbells for the 26th time. At the top of the rep Jacob stopped the weights and held his arms perfectly parallel to the floor. His eyes focused on the bulging shoulder muscles that rose higher than his head. The view of his massive body would have caused the most hardcore bodybuilder to recoil in horror but to Jacob, it was the most incredible sight imaginable. After holding the weights for close to 30 seconds Jacob could feel his shoulders trying to give out. “NO! DON’T STOP!” he screamed at his refection and managed to raise the weights back to their parallel position. At the one minute mark, Jacob’s entire body was shaking but he held the weights steady. After two minute, Jacob’s legs gave out and he lowered himself to a kneeling position while incredibly, keeping the weights parallel. He was screaming in agony and tears were streaming down his face. “ARGH! I NEED TO BE THE BIGGEST, THE STRONGEST, THE FREAKIEST!” He yelled at his reflection. After two more minutes, Jacob’s shoulders had never looked so massive. Even held out-stretched they didn’t resemble a human appendage any longer. They were grotesquely deformed and dwarfed the young kid’s head. With one final wall-shaking roar, Jacob let the weights fall as he collapsed on the floor in a puddle of sweat and tears. Jacob lay on the floor panting and moaning in pain for close to five minutes before slowly standing back up. His shoulders had regained some semblance of normalcy but still looked pumped to unreal proportions. He tried to raise his left arm but the pain was too intense to even flex. His right hand grazed his stiff cock but he stopped himself from fully grasping it. As horny as he was, he wasn’t done with his workout yet. He recovered enough to continue to perform an onslaught on his already destroyed shoulders. He worked his rear delts with cables, his front delts with front lateral raises and did some single arm dumbbell presses. While the poundages he used would cripple most veteran lifters, his body was used to such abuse and managed to withstand the assault. It was close to three hours after he started lifting that Jacob was nearing the end of his workout. For his final exercise, Jacob grabbed an empty olympic bar and moved towards the squat rack. Just holding the empty bar sent waves of pain through his shoulders. He placed the bar on the support racks and started to add 45lb plates. When there were six plates per side, Jacob positioned himself behind the weight. He starred at his swollen refection and felt his cock thicken in response. He looked more pumped than he had even been but it still wasn’t enough. He refocused his attention and gripped the bar loaded with 585lbs and started to crank out shrugs. Pain ripped through his shoulders as his humongous traps worked to compensate. Jacob’s thick 19” neck swelled well past his jaw and thick veins cascaded down it’s girth and snaked across his bloated pecs. His titanic traps rose with each rep until Jacob could feel them touching his earlobes. Each individual muscle fibre exploded with power until they resembled industrial cables used to hold up bridges. Rep after rep caused his traps to flex and contract, growing bigger with each movement. Jacob could feel the increased pressure on either side of his head and it caused his cock to get even harder. At rep 20 he heard a rip when his shorts finally gave up trying to contain his quads and blood-engorged dick. The destroyed fabric fell to the floor and drops of pre-cum trickled down his mammoth quads. At 30 reps Jacob screamed ordered at his nearly exhausted muscles. “GROW! GROW! GROW! DONT’T STOP! NOT BIG ENOUGH!” At 40 reps Jacob’s rhythm slowed but he continued to hoist the heavy bar. There was barely any definition between his shoulders, traps and neck as each muscle was so pumped they looked like one giant pile of beef. It looked like Jacob had an entire person slung over his shoulders. Just when Jacob felt his hand strength about to give out which would cause the bar to fall, he stopped moving the weight and stood as straight as he could. He starred at his face in the mirror and barely recognized himself. His eyes are wild and his face was distorted with effort and pain. “ONE MORE SHOW!” He screamed and did something truly incredible. With one violent jerking motion that would have dislocated most people’s shoulders, Jacob heaved the 585lb bar up and slammed it down on his waiting shoulders. The movement caused an incredible jolt of pain but Jacob held onto the weight. After repositioning his feet under the massive weight, Jacob started to lift the weight over his head. His whole body trembled as the bar rose. Once his arms were completely straight, Jacob lowered the bar again. The pain in his shoulders and traps was so intense Jacob felt like he might pass out but one look in the mirror brought he back. Even he was shocked by the sight. His whole body had mutated into nothing but a wall of pulsing muscle. With one more inhuman effort, he raised the bar for a second time. As the weight rose past his eye line, a hot stream of cum splashed all over the mirror. The orgasm was so intense, Jacob almost dropped the weight but he was determined to finish his rep. Seconds later the weight was once again held directly overhead. “THAT’S WHAT FREAKY LOOKS LIKE!” He screamed before letting the bar come crashing down. Several of the 45lb plates fell off and one even slammed into his shin but Jacob was too exhausted to notice. He fell to his knees and then collapsed on the floor. His workout was over.

I just returned to work after a week off. I will write some of the next chapter when I can, buddy.

Epilogue 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. Balanced. 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. The End

Chapter 3 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.

Chapter 2 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. I Was Fucking HOTT! 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”. Perfect. 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.

that's not me, just tall muscle guy ))))

I wrote this story today and I've wanted to for ages, based on a guy in his mid-50s I know who recently got into competitive bodybuilding. He's so gruff and manly and when we see each other in the street or in town he slaps me on the back and I wish I was one of his sons. This is what I imagine he and his grown sons get up to behind closed doors. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dave looked really good. He had turned fifty a nine months prior and had never felt better. Life seemed to be back on track for the guy, who had not had the easiest of times. His high school sweetheart Angela, with whom he had sired two sons, had been gone from his life for twenty six lonely years. His love for her had been so profound that he had never even glanced in the direction of another woman since her passing. Until her death he had been a keen gym goer and amateur bodybuilder, and she loved when he would bounce his meaty pecs or flex his powerful arms for her. It made her feel safe, and him feel masterful and strong, like a trusty protector of his beloved treasure. After she was gone he stopped paying attention to this aspect of his life, turning his attention to being a dutiful father for the lads and working hard to provide for them. It was as he approached the milestone birthday that he caught a glimpse of himself in the shower, his shoulders still broad and his waist still trim, that the idea crossed his mind to head to the home gym in the basement and see if any of his formidable strength remained. He was to be pleasantly surprised as he loaded up a squat rack with heavy weights, dropped to ground with them over his shoulders and bounced up effortlessly. The adrenaline was instant and a rush of excitement coursed through his body. After this exercise his quads were bursting with veins and pulsating wildly. “This is definitely something I could get back into.” He pondered. Fast forward to Christmas Eve, as Dave sat by the fire in the living room with the newspaper and a glass of wine, his bulging muscular frame filling the armchair his sons entered the room. “Ah there you are boys! I was wondering where you’d both got to. Come and join me on the couch.” The beast of a man stood up, his mass eclipsing the two smaller men who had sprung from his seed. He sat in the middle of the sofa and was joined on either side by Andreas and Robert. He put his arms around their necks and brought them in to nuzzle his huge, hard chest and they obediently and adoringly rested, each head gently placed on one solid pec. Dave began to rub his sons’ backs gently, and then not so gently. After not long his arm extended further and further south and was massaging their buttocks. Massaging them hard. The boys each began to squeeze one of their dad’s thick nipples, which immediately began to get thicker and harder. A small moan came out of each of their soft mouths as a large middle finger entered their rectum. “Shhhhh boys, don’t respond, just let it happen, ease into it.” Upon their father’s instruction their anuses appeared to relax and their expressions of anguish turned to beaming smiles and Dave began to thrust his finger in and out of the tight holes. “Boys I never imagined we’d have such a happy Christmas after your mother died. This is such a delight, I love you both so much.” He then began to passionately kiss Andreas, thrusting his tongue down his son’s throat. “Daddy we love you too. Every day that Andy and I stay home to look after all of your needs is a dream come true, we love our daddy!” purred Robert into dad’s ear. This pleased Dave and he flipped his body over, leaving Andreas to catch his breath, and began thrusting his giant body against Robert’s slight pudgy build. Robert moaned as Dave bit down on his lower lip before digging his warm wet tongue into his mouth. “Robbie you’re so tasty, just what I needed after a big dinner!” Dave ripped off his sweater showing a distended, but nonetheless ripped, belly from the aforementioned meal. The trousers came next and his gigantic throbbing cock made quick work of tearing through his tight boxers. “Andy, worship my body like a good boy while I smash your brother’s arse open!” Andreas didn’t need to be told twice and he got down on the floor, licking his father’s toes and then moving up the rippling legs, first kissing and groping the calf muscles that jutted out like coarse diamonds and then moving his head up between the beefy red hot thighs. He kissed the insides of his dad’s quads as Dave tightened his grip on his son’s head as his pleasure intensified. “Come on Robbie, time to see if I loosened you up enough.” In less than a second he undressed his son and turned him over, burying his handsome face in the asshole, excavating the deep crevice with his tongue. “Mmmmmm Robbie you taste so good! You’re truly the fruit of my loins, I can’t wait to get you properly lubed up to take daddy’s pillar of flesh!” Robert was in a trance, so thrilled to be dominated by his possessive, caring daddy and immediately widened his rectum, knowing that an enormous and powerful force was about to enter, and would not be soft or gentle. Having been widened by his father’s loving tongue and finger there was no difficulty slipping in his member which glided beautifully in and out of his son’s snatch. Dave beat his chest as he pounded his son’s ass and grunted primordially like a wild animal as he felt the throes of orgasm approaching. He tightened his grip on Robert’s waist as he pumped his cock into the little man’s ass three more times, unleashing a flood of semen which flew up Robert’s ass and began leaking a steady warm ooze down his thighs and onto the floor. It was so warm that it began to steam as it made contact with the winter air outside. Whilst Robbie lay on his back on the couch, continuously dripping from his asshole, Dave was not yet sated. He looked over to Andreas, his more muscular but still diminutive son and indicated that it was his turn. Andreas removed his shirt and pants and stood looking up to his father in just his underpants. Dave wrapped his arms around Andreas and began to feel his body up. “You two boys remind me of your mother and myself years ago. Robbie you’re lovely and soft, smooth all over. Putting my dick in you is like sticking it to your mum’s tight wet pussy, and you scream and howl like she used to, like you can’t decide whether you’re on cloud nine to have my godly dick inside you or whether you’re terrified it’s going to rip you wide open. Andy,” he said, caressing his son’s chiselled face “you’re like me when I was in my 20s. Tight abs, nice pair of pecs and wide shoulders. Still a baby compared to me, but I love seeing the little similarities between us. And the way your six pack is always covered in stubble from you shaving that stubborn hair that won’t stop growing. Just drives me wild, let me stick my head in there!” He proceeded to motorboat his son’s pecs. He stood side by side next to his son, spread his legs slightly, and lifted his arms in the air, bringing his large hands into fists next to his head forming an impressive front double biceps pose. Andreas followed, the arrogant smirk on his face warming Dave’s heart. He put his hands around Andreas’ left biceps, squeezing them with ease. The two continues to pose down as Robert crawled over to the two of them and began worshiping them. Sucking his father’s still erect cock and working Andreas’ with his hand. “You really are just like your mother Robbie, such a good sucker. Once you’ve made me cum a second time I’m going to reward you by letting you come to bed with me.” Robert began to suck even harder and faster, he loved going to bed with his daddy, and he would lay in his daddy’s arms al night jerking off again and again, the two of them waking up in a sticky pool of both of their discharges that flooded over the edge of the bed and all over the floor. As his father shot his load down his son’s throat, Robert blacked out, probably deprived of oxygen and enjoyed several hours of comatose muscle worship dreams.

Digi-Game Show: Know to Grow This is another attempt in a digimon/muscle growth continuous story, but here with a bit more freedom except for that this is a digimon(/furry) only ordeal, no humans. A new TV game show has been developed in the Digital World where contestants lay on a gurney as big as a king size bed and are hooked up to an I.V. filled with a MG chemical. The rules of the game is like your basic quiz show and whenever a contestant get the right answer, 2 drops of chemical is injected into them. But if a contestant gets a wrong answer, it is game over for him/her and a new contestant is chosen randomly to play shortly after. Contestants also get to decide to choose the Random Roulette option that’s divided into 10 segments labeled with fetishes/other tfs/growth to add onto the muscle growth such as Hair Growth, Species Change, Genitalia Expansion, etc. The rules for this continuous story are that storytellers/participants determine the digimon contestants, the fetishes/tfs for the Roulette (wheel constantly changes for each contestant), how long a digimon stays in the game, and how much growth the 2 droplets cause. Also, more than one storyteller/participant can work on one digimon contestant if they wish; continuing the story where one had left off. If a writer wants to use a similar contestant but with a different storyline say to use Agumon but to take the chance with the Random Roulette or with a different tf/fetish on the wheel along with the muscle growth, you can! Just make sure to label it in bold such as Agumon/Male Enhancement or Multi-Dick Storyline at the top to prevent confusion and differentiate from another story branch and also be able to continue with a new string of contestants from there. Also, sex is allowed if you can find ways to insert it into this. I hope that this is self-explanatory and/or easy to understand. ------------------ Digimon of many types, gender, and sizes were filling the audience seats of the dimly lit TV studio. Soon, the three sets of 15 rows that have one staircase on each side and that created a semicircle around the stage were filled with murmuring and clamoring digimon. All were excited about the game show; many wanting to be chosen as contestants from the get-go while others wanted to wait and see the growth before taking a chance themselves to. As they chatted, they stared at the circular stage in front of them with a purple backdrop that’s been illuminated with huge yellow lighted letters: “Know to Grow!”. Four Veggiemon wearing headsets were manning TV studio cameras that surrounded the stage from multiple angles. Huge spotlights also surrounded the stage from up above. What was strange was also near the ceiling was a huge container filled with a dark blue liquid along with cylinder capsules filled with colored liquids attached to it with tubes connecting to it from the bottom. Next to that was a suspended multi-colored wheel with ten even sections with strange labels such as ‘Gender Bending’, ‘Male Enhancement’, etc. The murmurs and talks came to a halt when the lights of the studio dimmed. The spotlights from above aimed towards the center of the gray stage as a square opening revealed a Vademon with mike in hand and his arms spread out to greet the audience as the elevator lifted him up. Along with him was oddly enough a gurney that was as big as a king-size mattress with its wheels in a locked position. “Hello there everyone! And welcome to Know! To! Grow!” he shouted into his mike while pumping up the audience into a cheer. He calmed them down with hand gesture after a few minutes so he can speak. “Where the name of the game is the more you know the more you grow! And the prize is huge muscles and modified bods that you get while you play so there are no losers, but winners here!” “Now before we begin. Let’s establish the rules of the game, shall we?” he said while gesturing over to the gurney. “Contestants lay on this gurney while hooked up to an I.V. that’s connected to that container.” He said while a medical tube with a needle descended from the container shown from the ceiling. “Immediately, two drops will be injected into the contestant to give them a taste of growth. Contestants will begin answering a series of simple trivia questions of any subject and category and with each correct answer two drops of liquid will be injected into them. However, the liquid acts like an aphrodisiac which means that they’ll have an increased libido which will make them feel intoxicated in a sense and will have hard time concentrating on the questions. Be careful! As one wrong answer will kick you out of the game, stop your growth and we move on to the next contestant. So keep your wits up!” “Oh! Before I forget, there’s one more thing! For those wanting more than just muscle growth and feel a little daring, contestants can choose the optional Random Roulette before they get hooked up and answer questions!” Vademon said as he pointed with his mike towards the descending multi-colored wheel with ten labeled segments and towards the ten cylinder capsules filled with liquid. “The Random Roulette lets contestants to add another kind of change or transformation along with the muscle growth, but of course, as the name suggest, it’s random with every spin so you don’t know what you’ll get when the arrow stops! Not to mention the roulette changes frequently for each contestant too!” “So that’s enough for the rules and let’s gets this game started, shall we?” he said with opened arms in the spotlight as the crowd roared and cheered. “Now let’s see who our first contestant is!” The spotlights from above circled around the audience as a drumroll played. Soon, the music stopped as one spotlight turned off and the other shone brightly on a single member of the audience from above.