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Parts 8 - 10 today and to be continued. Part 8 After four years at City University Matt graduated with his construction management degree and turned his thoughts to looking for a job. He was excited about pursuing his chosen field, but had concerns about the effect a full-time job would have on his training routine. Matt didn’t know what the future had in store for him and decided that it was best to take advantage of the extra time he now had and spend it working out when he wasn’t looking for a job. After all, he continued to make amazing progress and wanted to see how big he could become. For a few moments he wondered whether an employer might think someone of his size could not effectively perform their job. Matt was sure he could prove otherwise. At 22 years old Matt’s appearance was that of a fully developed, masculine man. Obviously appearing as a bodybuilder, he now sported a full trim beard and which complemented the dark fur which covered his pecs and lightly covered his abs. Four years of training had packed pound after pound of dense muscle onto his body engorging it to amazing size and proportion. It all felt natural and was as if he was supposed to be a huge muscular man. His growth seemed to have no limits. At 275lbs, Matt’s appearance was nothing short of amazing. His traps lay thick and angled down across his wide shoulders that were made to look even wider by his broad, rounded deltoids. His back had blown up too growing deeply humped with muscle and wide from incredible lats which sprang almost perpendicular to his torso. His huge wing shaped back development pushed his arms out too, helped along by giant horseshoe shaped triceps. His biceps which he loved to work had grown unbelievably large and wide and contacted his forearms and pecs when he worked out and when he bent his arms. His pride and joy were his enormous pecs which he made a point of working to a huge size. The massive heavy pads had grown in all directions creating a magnificent cleavage and a bulging which started immediately from the clavicles and curved outward down to a heavy overhanging shelf. His nipples which had stretched wider by the underlying muscle meat had rolled under the ballooned pecs and pointed mostly downward. Matt’s love of squats, leg presses, and the like resulted in a pair of supremely massive legs and a meaty solid ass. The effect on Matt’s mobility was now undeniable. He had developed the bodybuilder swagger from thighs too big to move past each other without a rolling walk which also caused his glutes to flex and jostle. His hulking arms hung at an angle against his wide wing-shaped back and caused him to walk through doorways sideways. At last he knew what it felt like to be a mass monster and he loved every part of it. The power, the look, the feeling, it was all intoxicating. During the three years Steve had been with Matt, he had watched Matt’s physique grow out of numerous shirts and pants. Matt and Steve were constantly on the lookout for the next larger sizes and styles that would fit Matt’s huge body. Steve preferred seeing Matt in clothes that were more revealing, especially tight, v-neck t-shirts that couldn’t fit over his bloated biceps and scrunched tightly on his boulder-wide shoulders. These shirts would necessarily stretch and gap open across Matt’s bulging, meaty pecs. These tight tees showed off his deep cleavage darkly covered in chest fur and accentuated his broad muscular back. A skin tight pair of jeans wrapped around his ass and bloated thighs completed the picture for Steve. Steve also like to buy Matt skimpy underwear he knew would barely hold Matt’s big balls and 11 inch man dick and hang open at the top overstuffed with its contents. Steve loved to see Matt bone up inside these with his dick either busting out the top past the waistband or growing down his leg. For the most part Matt had given up the idea of trying to conceal his growing body and accepted the fact that there was no hiding someone of his size and shape. He often wore athletic or bodybuilding gear given the accommodating fit, but still liked traditional clothing when away from the gym. He liked nice buttoned shirts but found it harder to find ones that would work for his upper body. Usually the shirt sleeves looked ready to explode and shirts often remained unbuttoned at top to allow room for pecs that never seemed to stop growing. He relied on pants with stretch fabrics to fit over his monstrous legs and conform to his trim waist. Steve felt lucky to have such a hot, hot man. He loved watching Matt’s oversized, muscle stuffed body no matter what he was doing or wearing. His contribution to Matt’s development made him very happy and served as a real example of his skill as a nutritionist. He fantasized as to what he’d look like in another two years and wondered how big Matt would eventually get. Steve boned up at the thought of his continually growing, massively developed, muscle stud. Steve never tired of watching him eat his meals without his shirt on, especially now that Matt had blown up so huge. One morning as Matt sat at the table eating, Steve watched from the kitchen and waited for Matt to strike his typical double bicep pose signifying his completion and satisfaction. This time Steve walked up behind him and started to massage Matt’s enormous biceps as Matt struck his pose. Steve worshipped their huge mass and ran his fingers over the bulges, veins, and peaks and cupped the oversized triceps that curved heavily below. “These are so beautiful.” Steve started kissing the bicep peaks that Matt had flexed to maximum size. “They’re just for you. This is all for you, anytime you want.” As he continued kissing Matt’s arms, Steve undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. All that remained was Steve’s stretchy yellow t-shirt that accentuated his own chest development and protruding nipples. Steve spun around and straddled Matt sitting in the chair. Steve used his hard cock to prod Matt’s big, furry pecs, then traced their outline with the same, pausing to tease his nipples. Matt’s twin boulders of outrageous pec meat were incredible and Steve couldn’t resist pressing his hard cock against them. At the same time Matt grabbed Steve’s chest and began pinching his nipples through the t-shirt shirt causing them to harden. Steve moaned and started to thrust up and down against Matt’s chest, his cock eventually lodging in Matt’s deep pec cleavage. Matt pulled Steve closer and flexed his pecs against his cock to increase the pressure while Steve continued fucking Matt’s pecs until he exploded. At first Steve launched ropes of cream all over Matt’s chest, but Matt couldn’t resist the delicious treat and pushed him back just in time to catch the final pulses of man juice in his mouth. Matt took as much of Steve’s cock as he could and took in more as his cock softened. Part 9 At Nitro Gym Thor didn’t need to wonder what Matt would look like in another two years. He felt Matt was ready for competition now. He approached Matt as he was blasting through some sets of bicep curls. Unaware of Thor’s approach, Matt hear Thor’s unmistakable voice. “Don’t think you can fool me by wearing those hoodies all the time, Matt. You’re one fucking muscle head and it’s about time you did something for us,” Thor snarled. “W-what did you have in mind?” Matt stuttered. “Take that thing off now!” Thor demanded. Matt unzipped the hoodie and quickly removed it. He had another sweaty top on underneath that clung to his musculature. “Take the shirt off!” Thor yelled even louder. Matt struggled to get the shirt off and up over his head as his bulging torso and arms had grown so large. “Fuck, Hercules, look at you! You’re the biggest fucking guy here, just as I thought. I’d expect no less from Greg Nelson’s son. You know that’s why you’re here.” Big Matt was feeling small at this point. “After four years it’s time for the payback. In two months we’re having our first annual Nitro Universe contest. It’ll bring in muscleheads from all over the city and beyond and you’re the star attraction. Think of what that’ll mean for this business. And, if you win… we’ll be paying you to work out here.” Thor walked around Matt assessing his body. “The tits are too big and you’ll have to shave. Your posing lessons start next week and your diet starts tomorrow. Don’t fuck it up!” Matt was in shock. He wasn’t expecting anything like this. He was content doing his own thing, but obviously the Nitro Gym had other plans. Matt was proud of his massive chest development and was hurt by Thor’s comment. He had grown his pecs large on purpose and was turned on by the look. He knew other guys liked them too, in fact, Steve absolutely worshipped them. He looked in the mirror and bounced them up and down a few times. They probably were a bit freaky. Maybe Thor was right. Steve was waiting by the door when Matt walked in the apartment. He gave Matt a big hug and told him he learned of Thor’s plans only that morning. “He wants me to drop at least 20lbs so I’ll look more shredded and ripped. Then he wants me to shave my chest smooth for the contest and learn how to pose all in eight weeks! I’m not sure I want to be in front of all those people. This new training routine’s going to eat up a lot of my time just when I’m trying to get a job.” “I think we can make it work and I’ve already got some nutrition ideas, but there’s no denying it’s going to be a lot of work. I’ll support you in any way I can. Regarding the interviews, I’ve found some new shirts, dress pants, a jacket and tie you can wear. Do you want to try them on? This will get your mind off things,” Steve said. They went to the bedroom with the full-length mirror. One by one Matt tried on the pieces. They were nice looking, all a little small and didn’t hide his massive physique whatsoever. Matt felt constricted by the shirts which barely fit his chest and arms and the pants barely held his ass and legs. Matt looked in the mirror and waddled around the bedroom a bit. “You know, this is hot looking.” He was starting to get aroused by the image and feeling of the tight clothes. Steve said, “I think they look great! This is who you are, get used to it. You are my hot man and these make you look like a hot professional man.” Steve got closer to cinch his necktie together. It dangled free below Matt’s big pec shelf. Matt put his hands to his own pecs and said, “You know these are going away. Thor says they’re too much.” “That would only be temporary as far as I’m concerned!” Steve grabbed Matt’s ass cheeks and pulled himself into Matt’s crotch. He could feel Matt’s hardness grow. He knelt down to unzip his pants and pulled out Matt’s fat cock and pumped it until it was full. “There, look at that” Steve said turning Matt sideways to the mirror. Matt stood there stuffed into his new clothes with a thick veiny hardon surging from his pants. His huge cockhead was a thing of beauty. “Now this is what a professional looks like!” The next morning Steve awoke with his usual morning hardon and found Matt already out of bed. He heard some noise coming from the kitchen and thought that Matt must be assembling his first meal of the day. He quietly padded out to the kitchen to find naked Matt facing the sink and guzzling down a large protein shake. The sight of Matt’s huge muscle humping, overdeveloped body and beautiful ass did nothing to diminish his hardon. He softly approached and inserted his hardness into Matt’s upper thigh cleavage. Matt continued to drink letting his lover explore further. Steve nuzzled Matt’s back and reached up with one hand under Matt’s arm and placed it lovingly on Matt’s furry chest. With the other hand he reached down in front and grabbed Matt’s cock which had already started to inflate. They stood there for a moment before Steve started to gently thrust his big curving cock in and out and then adjusted the angle to poke at Matt’s asshole. Matt purred with delight and Steve continued until Matt took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom where Matt started deep throating his cock, as much as he could take. Matt paused and positioned himself on the bed ready for the pounding he was about to receive. Steve’s rock-hard saliva slickened cock entered without hesitation and the steady jabs came one after another until Steve’s hardness broke. Afterward he laid his head at Matt’s crotch and played with Matt’s half hard dick, then took it in his mouth ready for anything it might do. Matt let him rest there enjoying the sensation of Steve’s tongue. Part 10 The next eight weeks were terrifying as Thor and Tank stood by at every session and used their not so gentle techniques to instruct and motivate Matt. It seemed more like punishment. After the first several weeks he could start to see the difference as more and more definition appeared. They were careful to not give him too many pec exercises and concentrated on other areas to make him look more proportional. Even his face started to thin out and more manly accentuated by his beard stubble. Matt found he was hungry all the time and felt he didn’t have enough energy to complete the workout because of the lack of food. Steve had cut back the portions and switched to leaner meals with less carbs, typically consisting of chicken or fish and plain rice. Matt wanted more of everything and his stomach would ache from hunger. On the other hand, Matt’s job search was going well. He had a couple of interviews at least, but they didn’t result in a job offer. His third interview was with Wilkerson Construction. They had an opening for a junior level construction manager which he felt was a good fit based on his qualifications. The interview started at 2pm. Matt had worn his new outfit including the jacket and tie. The first questions were asked to which he gave satisfactory answers, but he felt all eyes in the room were on him and they weren’t listening to what he said. This made him nervous and sweaty at which point he said he needed to remove his jacket. He stood up and obviously struggled to remove it. There was absolute silence in the room as they stared as his upper body straining the dress shirt. Breaking the silence, one of the interviewers asked, “So Matt, what do you like to do in your spare time?” Matt was amused by this question. “Well, you might be able tell that I like to go to the gym.” “Uh, yes, so it seems. If hired for this job would you be trying to juggle a gym life with a work life?” “Well, yes at the moment. In five weeks I’m competing in the Nitro Universe bodybuilding contest, but no plans after that.” ”Would you say that you’re a dedicated individual?” “Certainly sir, that’s the only way you can be successful in life.” “Ok, does anyone have any other questions? If not, we want to thank Matt Nelson for spending time with us today. Matt, could you step out of the room for a moment?” Matt didn’t know what was going on. He went to the waiting room and sat in an upholstered chair too small for him. After ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity, he was called back into the conference room. “Matt, we’d like to introduce you to James Wilkerson. He’s the vice-president of the company.” Through the door walked a very large, well-dressed man, around 35, who obviously knew his way around the gym. “We’re looking for guys who can command a presence and keep some of these foremen and construction guys in line. I think you could show who’s boss. And, I know what it’s like trying to train and work at the same time. I admire you for it.” Wilkerson said. “Do you remember me from Nitro Gym?” “Oh, you bet, of course I do! You’re incredible!” James extended his huge hand to shake Matt’s equally large hand. Matt could see the telltale chest development through the open jacket front and saw his arms bulge the sleeves. “Welcome to the company, Matt. I know you’ll do just fine. You don’t need to start until after the Nitro Universe contest.” Matt couldn’t believe his ears. Everything he wanted was happening. He was so excited to get home and tell Steve all about the job offer and his bodybuilder boss, but by the time he got home his hunger was so great he immediately asked Steve what he could eat. “I’m starving, I need to eat something now!” Matt demanded before telling Steve about the successful interview. “We can celebrate tonight, but not too much. We can’t blow your diet.” Steve said. He didn’t like seeing Matt lose weight, but knew this contest was important to his bodybuilding aspirations. “Not just a little bit?” “I have something you can chew on and I think you’ll like it. Come with me, Manager Matt!”

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Parts 5 - 7 today and to be continued. Part 5 Orientation Day at City University turned out to be a hot late summer day. Matt was sweating by the time he arrived and came wearing a thin t-shirt that left little to the imagination. Most noticeable was his muscular, broad chest as it pushed outward against the clinging, sweaty shirt. His shoulders looked full and rounded, too. His traps which had really filled in over the summer added to the package. His summer shorts covered part of his powerhouse legs and accentuated the nice bulging ass that filled them. Matt had never revealed himself like this in such a public place, but this was no longer high school and he felt like he was starting a new life. As he walked along, he saw the glances and stares from other freshman students including some of the guys. Matt decided that if he could see a good-looking guy coming his way, he would discretely pull his shoulders back and puff up his chest and check out their reaction. The ones that looked too long he decided were gay. He soon realized that he wouldn’t know what he’d say if one of these guys happened to stop and talk to him and stopped his experiment. Matt got home to his new apartment and remembered the envelope his father had given him. He opened it and found a note with a business card. The note read, “Matt, I know you have your ideas about the best way to train, but I have a couple of old bodybuilding friends I think could really help. It’s up to you. Love, Dad.” The card read, “Nitro Gym - Thor Thorvaldson & Tank Roberts.” Matt was uncertain about using a gym across town, likely with an expensive membership fee, when CU’s recreation center was so close by and was free for students. He checked out the center and found some good equipment that would be an improvement over his home gym and yet other machines that were trashed. There were a mix of goofs and jocks who seemed only to be there to meet chicks. Nobody was seriously working out. Matt thought his father was probably right and that he should check out Nitro Gym. He looked up their website and read the list of extensive equipment and the services provided. He lingered on some of the photos showing the muscle studs that trained there. Both his heart and cock started thumping. On Friday Matt drove over to Nitro Gym and walked by once just to check it out. He started to get nervous and afraid about going in. His shyness was reappearing and he wasn’t sure he was ready for this level of involvement. He finally got up the courage and walked in. The music was blaring loudly and there was the din of machines clanking, guys laughing, grunting and talking, weights hitting the floor. Matt couldn’t hear the guy at the reception desk ask if he needed help. Matt fumbled for the business card in his pocket and presented it. “My dad gave me this!” Matt yelled. “Ok, who’s your dad?” the guy said. “Greg Nelson. He knows these guys!” “Just a minute, I’ll get them.” Matt perused the room seeing a dozen or so guys seriously pumping iron, big sweaty dudes you didn’t want to mess with, but there were a few cuties as well. Matt stood there looking with his mouth open not noticing that Thor and Tank had appeared from a side room. “So you’re Greg Nelson’s kid,” the man boomed. It was Thor who spoke first. Matt understood right away why he was called Thor. This god seemed to be in his late 40s and was about 6’-6”, had a shaved head and goatee, tattoos up and down his arms that rippled with the gnarliest veins he had ever seen. Matt couldn’t judge his legs as they were covered by camo pants, but thought that Thor filled them up. His dark tanned skin and nasty scowl completed the look. “We’re glad you finally made it,” said Tank. Tank looked like he used to be lifter or wrestler. His blocky physique filled his stringer and workout shorts. He appeared to be about foot shorter than Thor with huge upper body development that lacked definition. His chest hair was plentiful and merged with his bushy beard. He was around the same age as Thor, but unlike Thor, he had a belly. “I hear you’re going to CU,” Tank shouted. “Wait,” Matt shouted, “how do you know all of this?” “Your old man told us all about you. We’ve known Greg for twenty years, but haven’t seen him since his years in the business, How’s he doing?” Tank said. “He’s doing fine, not at the competition weight he used to be. He’s afraid he’s getting fat though.” “Woah, aren’t we all, well…I should say I am and not you from what I see.” Tank lifted his stringer and bared his hairy belly which curved outward below his pecs. “Greg says you’re pretty serious. You think you have what it takes?” said Thor. “Well, I’m not sure. It’s just been my dad training me and I’m not used to all of this.” “Come with me,” Thor commanded. The tour of the gym started with Matt leading the way at his own pace. Thor and Tank wanted to see his reactions to things, but they were also checking out Matt’s physique. Matt paused to look at most of the machines and tried not to stare too much at the guys. After a while, he couldn’t resist looking at the biggest dudes, marveling at their development and size. “Is this where the pros workout?” Matt asked. “You bet. Would you like to meet a few of them?” Tank said. “Sure, but I don’t want to…” “No, no it’s ok, really, these guys need to meet the newest competition. They can’t rest on their reputations or always believe they have best bods in town. There’s always another one that comes along.” After a few introductions Matt’s eyes locked on a handsome man around 30 with an amazing, massive physique. “Matt, this is James Wilkerson. He’s one of our success stories…trains mostly at Eastside now.” Matt reached out and grabbed James’s huge square hand which was connected to a massive forearm that led into an insanely wide bicep with a pronounced vein running along the side. An unbelievably developed tricep tied into a striated bulging delt that connected into a crazy trap which finally swept up to the face of a gorgeous man with a set of piercing blue eyes. Matt thought he was going to pass out and cream his pants all at the same time. “Matt, are you ok?” Thor said, “Do you need some water? Let’s go outside.” “I’m ok, it’s just a little overwhelming.” Matt was speaking softly now. “We like what we see and since your Greg Nelson’s son we know you have what it takes. Can you start tomorrow?” Thor said. “Well, but…. I don’t know if I can pay for this.” “Don’t worry, we’re taking you on. We can see you have the right genetics to make this work. You’re a pretty buff dude already. There’s no cost to you. We’ll provide the training, advice, supplements and some meals. If you say yes, we’ll get you set up today with some clothes if you need them, and a meal and supplements card to use next door. We only ask for a four year commitment, the same amount of time you’re here attending CU. Do we have a deal?” Matt started feeling woozy again. He couldn’t believe their offer. He could only shake his head up and down. “Great, tomorrow is chest day. Be here at 4pm.” Matt couldn’t believe what just happened. On the drive home he thought about how he would use the equipment and how he would juggle the training routine with his school work. He replayed the visit right up to the part where he met massive James Wilkerson. At this point his cock started to thump again, blowing up bigger with each beat. He struggled to walk discretely from his car into his apartment with his boner surging in his pants. His dick was relentless and it wanted release, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it inside before shooting. Although trembling, he managed to get in the apartment, pulled his pants and shorts off, then wildly jacked off with thoughts of massive Wilkerson in his head. Before falling asleep that night he jacked off again thinking of Wilkerson’s body and fucking this huge, muscle stuffed dude. The workouts were more than Matt imagined. Thor and Tank showed no mercy and demanded everything of him. Each workout focused on a certain body part with an intensity Matt had never experienced before. Just when he thought he was getting used to what was being asked of him, Thor and Tank upped the ante. Week after week and month after month the workouts intensified. Matt continually had doubts and struggled with keeping up with his studies. Next door to Nitro Gym was Muscle Bar, the other part of Thor and Tank’s business that catered to guys training in their gym or anyone else who appreciated their prepared foods and needed vitamins and supplements. Matt had a benefits card which entitled him to three meals a day and any supplements he needed. Matt was told that proper nutrition was the key to his success in bodybuilding. For that reason they kept a nutritionist on staff to cater to the needs of serious bodybuilders. Matt was happy with the plan as it was convenient and the food tasted better than what he could make at home, and it saved a lot of money. The nutritionist kept the records of what Matt ate, what supplements were used and reported it all back to Thor and Tank. Needless to say, the combination of well-planned workouts and the right nutrition supercharged Matt’s physique and he could see the change. He could feel the change too as his clothing became tighter in the following months. Within a year of starting Matt gained more muscle increasing his weight to 220lbs. He was finally convinced he was on the right path. Part 6 One day while striding across campus in a hurry to get to his workout Matt saw a guy walking towards him. What caught his eye was the well-fitting top he was wearing that showed off his shape. Matt couldn’t see too much detail of his face or body as the sun was shining directly in his eyes. Matt continued checking him out as he got closer but as they passed the other guy said “Text me, 788-4573.” He put it out of his mind as he was running late for his workout at Nitro. The next day he thought about the encounter again and tried to remember the number but wasn’t sure of it. He tried a number but the message couldn’t be delivered. After another try his phone chirped back, “1090 W Maple St, Apt 514.” Matt wasn’t sure what he might be getting into and wondered whether or not to proceed. Matt drove to Maple Street looking for the address which turned out to be a newer apartment building. He thought it wasn’t too dangerous looking so decided to go in. Matt looked for 514 on the building directory and pushed the button. He started to get nervous and apprehensive. No answer. He considered driving away but decided to wait in the car for fifteen minutes or so and try again. Returning to the building he punched 514 again and a voice came on, “Hello?” the voice said. “Um… you gave me your number, and I…” Immediately the front door buzzed letting Matt in. In the elevator lobby a technician was servicing both elevators so neither could be used. Matt looked for the stairs and started to climb to the fifth floor. He quickened the pace and by the time he made it to the fifth floor, he was breathing heavily from the climb and from the nervousness. He knocked on the door to 514. The door flew open revealing a barefoot young guy wearing just a worn pair of pants and no shirt. His tousled hair was wet and he had a 3-day scruff of beard on his face. Matt estimated him to be about 6’ and 30lbs lighter than himself. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower and threw this on. I’m Steve.” “Matt,” he exclaimed still almost breathless, his chest heaving up and down for Steve to see. Matt wasn’t sure he recognized him but wished Steve hadn’t bothered with the pants. This guy was gorgeous! This man obviously worked out and he had the most amazing proportions, not too big, not James Wilkerson big, but perfect in so many ways. Matt swept his body with his eyes trying to be discrete, but the attraction was obvious. Steve’s v-taper from his chiseled abs up to his wide shoulders was perfect. Meaty arms with full, shapely biceps hung at his sides. Beautiful pecs were punctuated by large, tantalizing nipples. All of this with pale, hairless skin that wasn’t artificially tanned or tatted up. The smoothness, size and form of his muscles was perfection. “S-s-so you like dudes?” Matt stuttered, already knowing the answer to his question. “The last time I checked,” Steve nodded. “Here, let’s sit down.” Steve led the way into the living room. Matt watched Steve’s backside enjoying the movement of his muscles, back and ass. Now Matt was starting to sweat. “Sorry, but I’m feeling a little warm. So that was you I saw on campus last week?” “Yes, of course.” Steve could see the shimmer of sweat on Matt’s forehead. “You know you could become more comfortable too.” Matt was still not at ease. “Why don’t you take your shirt off? That’s the custom in my house.” Matt hesitated then peeled off the sweaty polo he wore. “Very nice, now doesn’t that feel better?” Steve questioned. He was blown away by Matt’s fantastic chest development and tried not to stare too much. Matt was bigger than Steve, especially his chest, but not by too much. At 19 Matt’s light chest hair covered mostly his pecs, but not below except for a trail down the center of his torso which deliciously disappeared into his pants. Steve switched to talking about himself while continuing to check out Matt’s incredible body. “I’m the nutritionist at Muscle Bar and a third-year student in the nutrition science program at CU. I’m also minoring in physical education. My schedule just wasn’t matching with yours so we’d never run into one another. Thor and Tank told me how you almost passed out when you met James Wilkerson and I began to wonder. I saw you once at Muscle Bar from the kitchen during the shift change. It took that long to run into you on campus.” The conversational banter went back and forth which gradually made Matt feel more at ease. He wondered why his dick hadn’t gotten hard yet, but as he gazed at Steve’s body and became lost in the dance of Steve’s muscles, he felt the hardening begin. He hoped Steve wouldn’t notice his cock thrusting upwards in his pants, but maybe he did. Steve did notice and suggested that indeed it was hot and that they’d have to “get even more comfortable.” At this point Steve came over to Matt and pulled him up off the couch. Steve took the next step of unzipping Matt’s pants and letting them drop to the floor. Matt’s cock was tenting his underwear pulling the top of his shorts away from this waist. Steve ran his fingers along the obvious outline of Matt’s still growing cock and pulled the waistband away to let the huge helmet-shaped cockhead escape and expand above it. Steve lowered himself to the floor and pulled down Matt’s shorts letting his cock fall outward and marveled at the 11 inch tree trunk before him. “Fuck, now this is a man’s cock and I do love men.” Steve said. At this point he started licking Matt’s enormous cockhead and worked his way down the shaft and back up again. He sucked the engorged head for a while before resuming the licking and teasing. Steve realized he couldn’t take all of Matt’s fully hard cock but tried nonetheless. Matt enjoyed seeing his huge dick stuffed into Steve’s mouth and gasped as the pressure increased and became unbearable. Matt placed his hands on Steve’s head and wanted to fuck his mouth badly, but exclaimed, “I…can’t take it, I’m going to…” Matt’s cock bucked and pumped stream after stream into Steve’s eager mouth. Steve pulled back momentarily to watch Matt erupt and milked him off into his open mouth and onto his face. The final pulses of thick cream dribbling out Matt’s big, reddened cock were captured by Steve’s waiting tongue. Once it was over Steve said, “How long have you been saving that up?” “A lifetime.” Matt mumbled to himself. He took a few minutes to recover. Steve stood up and unbuttoned his own pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, but his pants didn’t fall immediately as they were held by his own bulging cock. Steve gave a little jump and his extra fat cock popped loose. “Holy shit, look at this!” Steve’s 9 inches started from a wide base bigger than Matt’s and curved upward, sword-like, from there only tapering slightly and culminated in a thick head. It pulsed and bobbed as Matt got down on his knees and began to sample it with his mouth causing Steve to moan. There was amazing hardness and strength to his bull cock. Within a few more minutes Steve couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out of Matt’s mouth and sat back down and jerked himself off shooting all over his own smooth chest. Matt used the opportunity to clean up the cum with his tongue. Up and down Matt went licking and making sounds, pausing at Steve’s nipples which remained hardened. Matt licked circles around them and lifted his head to say, “These are beautiful, but we’re going to have to work them like the rest of your body. I know just the trainer and the exercises.” After a long evening of talking Matt gave a yawn and told Steve he had to get some sleep and be ready for classes and the gym the next day. They embraced in a very sexy way and called it a night. Steve said, “Saturday? I’ll send you a text.” Matt smiled a big goofy grin and walked out the door with a hardon. Back at his apartment Matt couldn’t believe the evening he just had with Steve. His excitement prevented him from getting a decent sleep and he went to school tired the next day. Saturday was just two days off, but he could hardly wait for the day. He kept boning up at the thought of seeing Steve’s beautiful body again. Matt picked out a tight t-shirt and short workout shorts that would show off all his lumps and bulges. Saturday came and Matt knocked on the door of Steve’s apartment. As before the door quickly opened but this time Steve stood there with nothing on. His big cock was already hard and throbbing. Matt smiled and jokingly said, “Room service! I’m here to make up the room.” “Well, I guess that means we’ll have to mess it up,” Steve replied. Matt began to strip off his clothes at the closed door and Steve helped him peel off the snug outfit. Matt could barely get the t-shirt off and Steve ran his hands over Matt’s back, ass and thighs pretending to be of help. It only served to get Matt harder and they both headed off to the bedroom with their hardons waggling back and forth as they walked. Steve laid down first and Matt sprawled on top of him, their cocks pulsing with excitement. Matt pawed Steve’s body and started licking his pecs and then nipples trying to work them up to further hardness. Matt continued licking his way down Steve’s chest and took a mouthful of his cock and remained there a while enjoying the fantastic pole. Matt sampled his large balls that were held tight against the base of his cock. Matt then quickly spread Steve’s legs further and pointed his own fuck pole into Steve’s asshole. Matt pressed into Steve and jabbed him a few times, but didn’t enter. Steve grabbed some lube and gave it to him. Matt poured some on his engorged cockhead then fisted his cock to spread it around. With one solid push he was in and Steve yelled out. Matt was so horny by this point there was no stopping and he fucked Steve wildly to the inevitable climax. Steve had been jerking his own cock and blew shortly after Matt. “How’s that for room service?” Matt said. The evening continued with more sex play and fucking. This time it was Steve’s turn. Matt positioned himself on the bed on his hands and knees as Steve approached from behind. Steve ran his hands over Matt’s back, thighs, and ass enjoying the muscles. Steve thumped Matt’s ass several times with his hard cock, now wet with precum. “Do you want this, are you ready?” He lunged into Matt’s ass and began to pound away. “Ride…me…big…boy,” each word Matt yelled between thrusts. It didn’t take too long before Steve let out a loud moan of delight as he wildly rammed his cock a few last times exploding his load. Exhausted, they both collapsed on the bed exhausted and fell asleep shortly thereafter. In the morning they started all over again. Part 7 Matt and Steve couldn’t get enough of each other and spent several nights each week and the weekends together fucking and enjoying each other’s bodies. While at the apartment they were usually naked and couldn’t resist admiring, touching, grabbing, licking, and sucking each other’s bodies. Their conversations at some point usually turned to training routines, favorite exercises, goals, and more. “How big do you want to get? Steve asked. “I think I can add another 60 or 70lbs to this frame, maybe more.” Matt stood up showing the areas he wanted to work on in his quest to become a massive bodybuilder. The more he demonstrated his proposed improvements the more he saw Steve’s cock grow until it was fully inflated. “Can you imagine that?” “That would be so fucking hot. My dick already approves!” Matt bent down and gobbled up Steve’s juicy hard cock causing him to moan. “Oh yeah…that’s it… take it all, muscleman.” Steve watched Matt give his cock a workout cramming as much of it in his mouth as he could. “Matt…I want you to get big… as fucking big as you want and I can help you.” Steve imagined Matt growing into some huge muscle-stuffed dude barely able to move. “What would you do with all that muscle?” “Keep you happy, hard, and satisfied.” Matt resumed his enthusiastic sucking until Steve blasted his hot load into his mouth. Later that summer Matt and Steve decided to move in together. Matt’s one-year apartment lease was up and Steve’s place was more suitable for two and it was also closer to Nitro Gym. This arrangement would benefit Matt’s training in that Steve could make meals, shakes, and snacks that Matt otherwise did not have time to make and were not covered by Nitro Gym’s meal card. Steve could make sure Matt was getting the right food and enough of it. And, obviously as lovers, Matt and Steve could suck and fuck just about anytime they wanted. The months went by and Matt continued to dedicate himself to the challenging routines Thor and Tank had demanded of him. With the help of improved eating habits and increased meals planned by Steve, Matt put on another 15lbs of dense muscle in less than six months. This made Matt and Steve very happy. Steve felt he was as much a part of Matt’s success as Matt himself was and enjoyed watching him eat and grow. He especially liked seeing Matt eat without his shirt on. Steve would stare at Matt’s huge upper body and watch his biceps bunch up as he ate. To please Steve, Matt ate everything placed in front of him and frequently struck a sexy double bicep pose at the end of the meal to indicate his satisfaction. Matt realized too that if he kept up his flexing and posing they’d end up back in the bedroom for another kind of workout. They both loved teasing each other with their beautifully muscled bodies. At the end of the school year Steve graduated with his nutrition science degree and Thor and Tank hired him on at the gym as a full-time nutritionist and occasional trainer. This brought in more money that could be spent on more food and supplements Matt and Steve needed to maintain their size and further their growth. Matt enjoyed having the summers off from school as it gave him the opportunity to ramp up his workouts to the next level without the distraction of school. Thor and Tank had stopped determining all his workouts once they realized Matt had a natural instinct for knowing what worked best for his body and always seemed to be motivated to improve. He continued to use Muscle Bar for some of his nutritional and supplement needs, but relied more and more on Steve’s customized nutritional planning to boost his growth and to provide meals away from the gym. By the end of summer Matt was eating seven basic meals throughout the day with supplemental protein snacks and vitamins in between. His continued weight gain and muscular development was obvious and Matt was very happy with the progress. Sometimes Matt would pretend his growth was all Steve’s doing and say “Look what you’re doing to your growing boy.”. Matt would flex a bicep to its maximum peak, then ask Steve to feel its amazing size and hardness. Steve could never resist Matt’s invitation. Motivated by Matt’s progress, Steve also worked on his body. He was now tipping the scales at 205lbs continuing to add to his superb development. Steve wasn’t as wide or tall as Matt, but the added muscle still bulged in all the right ways. Like Matt, Steve enjoyed his upper body workouts and had developed quite a treasure chest. Steve made sure his pecs were kept in top form as he knew how much Matt liked them, especially the wide, dark nipples which were accentuated by his pale skin. But as a part-time trainer, Steve didn’t want to get too big as he found that some people became intimidated by size and wanted guidance from someone who was more normal looking.

Thanks for the comments! Here are the next three parts of the story. Part 2 By his fifteenth birthday it was clear that Matt had begun his transformation to manhood and could see changes to all parts of his body. He grew taller, his head took on a more squarish look and his voice settled into a warm bass sound. His growth was evident in his hands, feet, arms, his shoulders widened and his chest deepened. His cock and balls also plumped up in size, especially the head which had grown big and rounded. Matt’s bone structure became that of a big, lanky kid, but he lacked the muscle to fill it all in. He looked thin and stretched in his new size and felt weak and clumsy. He wondered at what age he’d stop growing. Encouraged by his growth Matt wondered if it was time to start lifting some weights to see if he could improve his appearance. He was particularly dissatisfied with his chest as his boney ribcage was quite evident and he wanted bigger arms like so many boys his age. After messing around with the basement weight set for a few months he thought his strength had improved but not his appearance. His father saw it otherwise, however. Greg could see that Matt was eating more and was becoming more muscular looking. He was excited at the prospect of Matt taking up bodybuilding, but decided to hold back his enthusiasm for a while longer to see if Matt would continue his interest. Finally, one day when he knew Matt was in the basement Greg decided to go down and talk to him about lifting weights and bodybuilding. He found Matt staring at the pile of weights on the floor lost in a dream. Greg approached and said, “I can help you with that.” “With what?” Matt said with a red face. “Matty, I know you you’ve been playing around with these weights and it’s ok. I can see the changes in your body and I think you’d be good at this.” Matt was embarrassed and didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He didn’t think much at all had happened to his body. “Matt, I’m proud of you and if you’d like to take up bodybuilding, I’m all for it. Nothing would excite me more.” Realizing his lack of knowledge about how he should go about it, Matt quietly agreed to his father’s plan. “Matt, it’s totally up to you, I can put together a routine for you in no time. You can take your time and see what you think.” “Dad,” he hesitated, “just don’t ask me to take off my clothes and flex for you all the time. That’s too weird, ok?” “Fair enough, I won’t do that. Do we have a deal?” “Sure,” Matt said. He walked away wondering how it would all work. That night in this room as he thought about that decision, Matt reached down to this cock which had already come to attention. Would a stiff cock be the side effect of working out? He smiled to himself as he pumped his cock up and down. In no time he came and felt happy. Within a few days Greg had the routine ready for Matt and proposed they start on the weekend when Greg would be around to help. Matt agreed and on Saturday the adventure began. After an hour in the basement Matt felt exhausted and unsure this was the right thing to do. But after a couple of weeks of working out, he began to gain confidence and didn’t feel completely wiped out all the time. Two months later Greg had to increase Matt’s routine as he had already gotten used to the exercises, the sets and reps. Greg thought Matt’s chest was already responding with increased muscle and his shoulders appeared bigger too. Both of Matt’s parents noticed Matt’s increasing appetite and commented on it. Greg said to his wife Linda, “I think we have a growing teen on our hands.” Matt’s mom Linda wondered if they be able to keep enough food on the house for him. After watching Matt’s dedication for a few months, Greg decided he needed to make a few improvements in the basement gym. He announced to Matt that a new incline bench, leg press, and lat machine were on order along with more free weights to help him with his workouts. Greg had a local exercise equipment store do the installation which included floor mats, various accessories, and a full-length mirror. Matt came home from school one day to find the revamped home gym. He liked the idea of the new equipment, but wasn’t sure about the mirror. But it was the pictures of the bodybuilders mounted to the wall next to the mirror that really surprised him. “Dad, it’s great and everything, but I’m not sure what the mirror is for.” “Son, you have to check your form from time to time, and I thought it would be an inspiration to see your own progress. Oh, and these pictures of Mr. Olympia contest winners… that’s just more inspiration,” Greg exclaimed. Matt wasn’t too sure about the mirror and was silent about the pictures. He suddenly felt hot and flushed as he contemplated the pictures with the incredibly muscled men. He looked them up and down and didn’t know which one was the hottest. Matt had to get his mind off them otherwise he’d bone up right in front of his father and he was afraid his underwear wouldn’t hold back his big cock. He changed the subject to talking about the new equipment. That night while his parents watched television, Matt made his way downstairs to the weight room, flicked on the light and gazed at the Olympia posters. He’d seen most of these pictures online before, but having them here in his own private weight room was too much of a turn on. Matt had figured out that he was gay, but his parents didn’t know it yet and he wasn’t sure about announcing it. His eyes darted from huge chests with massive pecs to big oversized backs, lats bulging way beyond their normal range, vein-filled muscle packed arms, ballooned quads and calves. He imagined these guys waddling around, swaggering with all that muscle. What did it feel like to be so jacked and pumped? Matt started boning up right away. Still wearing his training shorts, he was tenting mightily and looked in the mirror. He ran a hand across his chest then settled on his cock that had already inflated to 8 hard inches. He thought these guys were so damn hot looking and started stroking his cock. His eyes darted from photo to photo while continuing to pump faster. He couldn’t hold it any longer…just a few more tugs, then exploded in his shorts. He couldn’t believe his dad had set up this fantasy chamber of hot muscle humping men. He wouldn’t need to pretend disinterest in bodybuilder pictures anymore. His father encouraged it! If he only knew. Part 3 The months passed and Matt’s 16 year old teenage hormone fueled workouts swelled his body. Little boy Matty was fading as Matt the man revealed itself. His pecs had grown outward and showed more definition. Even his nipples had grown as his pecs had stretched larger. His biceps had bulked up too and were looking rounded and more defined. He loved his bulky muscular legs and his back which had thickened too and pushed against his t- shirts. Matt was working out every chance he got and eating as much as he could. Even he could see the progress now and loved it. Matt returned to school in the fall and noticed the changes in other classmates too. Over the summer some of the guys had gotten their growth spurts and had shot up in height, added weight or needed to shave more frequently. Matt had experienced a similar metamorphosis but didn’t want to draw attention to it. He knew that some of the jerks would make fun of his body and, in time, coaches would be tapping him on the shoulder to play on their teams. He wanted nothing to do with that. His plans were elsewhere and that didn’t include team sports. Matt had walked around much of the time with hoodies and bulky clothing to hide his body from unwanted looks and comments. Another school day done and Matt raced home to settle into his weight room. The thought of it started that feeling again. The rush of blood in his body, a quickening pulse and his dick jumping at the prospect. He hoped no one would see the bulge as he walked. Ever since he started his weight training, he found himself getting a hardons more frequently. Hardly a day went by that it he didn’t take care of it, sometimes twice a day. The feeling kept coming back reminding him of what he liked. And, what he liked was there in that basement, the center of his universe, his weights and his men. His father’s initial six pictures had now grown to a collection of two dozen photos mostly added by Matt. It was the guys with the best features and the ones that turned him on the most. Greg saw them and critiqued them from time to time but Matt didn’t care as they were his favorites. Greg was happy that his youngest son was really getting into bodybuilding. Even Greg was starting to get interested again in training. He had felt that his own body had declined and softened over the years since his bodybuilding days and seeing his son get so much enjoyment out of it made him think about competing again, perhaps in a masters category. He still had the frame and knew the muscle memory would have him back in shape in no time, or would it? Since his glory days in competition, Greg had some difficulty controlling his weight. It had gone up and down during his training years, but lately it had mostly gone up. His belly was getting harder to hide and he wondered whether his thoughts of getting back into a training routine were all nonsense. From time to time he would do some sets when Matt was not using the gym and pretend that he was getting serious. Greg witnessed Matt’s voracious appetite and used it as an excuse to eat a little more himself. Matt noticed his dad’s growing belly and couldn’t resist kidding him about it and asked what he was training for. Matt continued to develop and grow in all ways. Accommodating his teenage growth and added weight required bigger shirts, now all sized large, and longer and bigger pants. His cock was now 9 inches, growing an inch per year since he turned 14, and his balls were also bulkier and hung lower to accommodate their size. The package felt hot in his pants and filled his underwear as never before. He was constantly boning up at the slightest movement or thought. Part 4 Matt continued to add weight and size in his senior year at high school. At 17 he had grown to 6ft and weighed in at 190lbs. Still lean, perhaps boyish in some respects, but definitely a shapely young man. He realized how much he loved to work his arms and chest and how quickly he was developing the bodybuilder look he wanted to have. Matt’s face had developed a new leanness that changed his look and dark stubble grew along his jawline. His hair, now longer and full, had coarsened and darkened. At school he attracted the attention of many of the girls, but tried not to make too much eye contact with them. Even though he was friendly for the most part, his conversations with women were short and didn’t go anywhere. His eyes were on the guys. He developed ways of looking at them so they wouldn’t notice and kept a short list in his head of those he found most interesting. He imagined them bulking up into bodybuilders and fantasized about which body parts of theirs would develop best. As far as he could tell, none of them were interested in other guys. Matt’s shyness would curtail any exploratory conversation with them. He just couldn’t go around and ask if they liked dudes. Matt’s final year in high school quickly came to an end and after graduation he decided he’d spend the rest of the summer training, spending as much time as possible in the basement gym. This was his last chance to make good progress before heading off to City University in the fall where his training routine would be in doubt. That summer Matt worked out day after day pushing himself further and further. He gave up all other activities just to stay in the cool basement gym and lift as much weight as he could. And, when he wasn’t lifting he was eating. His parents didn’t make a big deal about his appetite, they just tried to make as much food available to him as he wanted. Greg had been keeping protein supplements in the kitchen pantry for a while, but now noticed they were being used up at a faster rate. He didn’t say anything about it to Matt and just made sure there was plenty on hand for his growing boy. By early September Matt had reached his 200lb goal and was pleased with how he looked and felt about himself. He could feel the added weight and how his clothing felt tighter. He frequently checked his progress in the basement mirror posing and flexing like his bodybuilder guys posted on the nearby wall. Sometimes he’d strip his shorts off too for an extra workout. He liked seeing his big soft cock pulse and grow as he struck poses in the mirror. It had continued to develop too and topped out 10 inches with its big cockhead. He dropped some saliva on the head and played with it for a while enjoying the feeling. He imagined making out with his fantasy men and took his big dick in hand and began to stroke it over and over feeling the aching hardness. Within minutes his fantasy fuck session was over and he watched his cock deflate. Matt thought it never seemed to go back to its original size and liked to think the constant jerkoff sessions were the reason for its size. He wanted to test that theory further, but also wanted to find his own muscle dude he could fuck and play with. Maybe he’d find someone at university. Matt’s parents were saddened the day he drove off for school. Hugs and kisses were shared, some tears shed. Greg gave his son one last prolonged hug. At 6’-1” Matt was now almost as tall as his father and Greg could feel how muscular Matt’s chest and arms had become. “Now I’ll finally get a chance to use those weights,” Greg said as his son got in the car. He handed Matt an envelope saying “Take this, open it when you get there, good luck, we love you!”

WARNING! This story contains violence, snuff, and religious content that will be disturbing if such is not your "cup of tea". Please do not read if you find such content distasteful or offensive. Following is the entire Brye series as I originally published on CoiledFist, but without chapter breaks. Should there be a continuation in the future, it will be posted as "Brye 2". Comments and criticisms are welcomed and encouraged. If the warning above is ignored, however, and you are offended by snuff and other content, then please keep your comments to yourself. Thanks . . . and enjoy! “Damn, Brye!” David shouted as he came down the basement steps into my favorite space: the weight-room I had created for myself. “You’re a BEAST, Dude!” he continued as he jumped from the last step to the floor. I racked the barbell and sat up, flexing my taught, hard pecs and bringing my arms together in front of me, the rounded bulk of my flexed biceps further crushing my powerful chest together and up to my chin. I stood, shirtless in my extra-large gym shorts stretched taught over my ample cock and ballsack as my thick, rounded glutes flexed. I just turned eighteen, but at six feet, nine inches tall, I towered over Dave (and everyone else I’d met in this small, Midwestern town). I crunched out a most muscular pose, my entire body exploding with full, mature muscle. Dave reached out and ran his comparatively small hand over the thick crevices of my abs. My friend as long as I could remember, he always encouraged me to get bigger from the moment he noticed me growing faster than he was. “You like what you see, little man?” I boomed, teasing Dave. He blushed slightly as he pulled his hand back quickly. “Shit, Dave, I’m just messing with you, you little pussy.” I teased as I placed my large hands around his thick lats and beneath his armpits, effortlessly lifted him and tossed him onto the couch halfway across the basement. “Damn! You’re lighter to me every day, man!” I thundered as I pumped out an inhuman double biceps pose, the thick mountains of vein-encased muscle peaking just below my clenched fists. Dave grabbed a cushion and placed it in his lap as I walked over to him, lowered my fists to my thin waist and spread my wide, thick lats as I loomed over him. “Holy, FUCK, you’re huge, Brye . . . and you’re bigger every day, dude!” he whimpered. “If I was as big and strong as you . . . I would fuck some shit up, man!” He looked up at me and seemed to be gauging my reaction. “Have you ever heard of a website called Coiled Fist?” “No, man . . . why?” I asked as I relaxed and began to rub my freshly pumped muscles. “I came across it last year and, well . . . it’s got stories and pictures and shit. I can’t help but think of you when I’ve read some of the stories. You should check it out!” “What kind of stories and pictures?” I asked, my interest piqued as to why he’d be telling me this, but knowing we had the same interest in a lot of things. He looked at me as if he wasn’t sure what to say and then, haltingly, eyes down, he asked if I’d ever heard of Macrophilia. “No, but I like the sound of Macro, man!” I grinned as I, once again, flexed over him. He looked up and blurted out . . . “CHRIST, Brye! It’s about size, power and shit . . . and it’s sexual, too! I’m SO sorry, man . . . there’s this one story called ‘Justin’ and another called ‘Wong’ and images of you fill my mind as I read . . . and it fucking turns me on!” He slowly moved the couch cushion from his lap and I saw his shorts tented and a small, wet spot forming at where the tip of his rigid cock held his shorts off his waist. “I think I’m gay.” He whimpered. As I mentioned, I’ve known Dave all my life. We’d double dated, done chicks . . . the whole nine yards. I was stunned and my face darkened. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached down and wrapped one massive hand around his throat and lifted him, kicking and sputtering, from the couch. As I did, something unleashed within me and I growled in a deep, menacing voice, “You fucking little shit! You’re queer for THIS?” I boomed as I flexed my other arm hard, forearm thickening and solidifying as my biceps rounded to rock-hard peaks of powerful muscle. Dave stopped struggling as he grabbed hold of my wrist to relieve the pressure from hanging at arm’s length from my fist was placing on his puny little neck. I felt adrenaline pumping through my body, my cock twitched and began to inflate, fighting for space in the constraining shorts plastered on me. “Don’t you know I could crush your neck to paste in my fist and snap you in two without even trying?” I felt my cock pulse and pre-cum shoot through the fabric just before the sound of ripping fabric echoed in the basement and my shorts were ripped from my body by my flexing, bobbing fuck pole, pre-cum roping to the floor. “What the HELL?!?!” I boomed as I released my grip and dropped Dave to the couch. “Holy FUCK!” Dave almost whispered as he rubbed his sore neck. “Look at you! You’re GROWING!” At that moment, my step-dad opened the door to the basement. “What the hell is going on down there?” he yelled as he came down the steps. When he got to the floor he looked up . . . and up . . . and up ! He fell back on his ass as he beheld . . . ME! Twelve feet of nude, powerful, rippling teen bodybuilder beef. As I turned to face him, my thick, thirty-inch cock came in to view, erect and issuing torrents of pre-cum onto the floor. “Oh my GOD, Brye! What’s happened to you?” I had always suspected he wanted more of me than he let on . . . now it was obvious. I could read his body language and face. He was shocked, yes, but he was drawn to me. . . the epitome of masculinity. I saw his little cock raise in his slacks, saluting all that I was becoming. How far would he go, I wondered. “Come here, ‘Dad’,” I beckoned, pushing my hot, throbbing and leaking cock down towards him. “You’ve always wanted a piece of me, haven’t you?” He looked terrified, conflicted. He scooted back towards the steps, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “Brye!” I heard Dave call to me. “What are you feeling, man? Did I cause this? Are you angry with me?” I turned back to Dave and as he beheld me, he blurted out, “Oh, GOD, Brye! Unnngh . . . oohhhh . . . SHIIITT!” he screamed as he fell to the floor in orgasm, jerking uncontrollably. I grinned. “Davey, I feel GREAT! So fucking POWERFUL! I should be worshipped by smaller creatures, man!” I turned back to my “Dad”, now with his puny little dick out of his pants and stroking at the sight of his powerfully muscular and godly ‘son’. I pointed to my leaking, mushroom cockhead almost the size of my dad’s head, and grinned and evil grin. “Eat me, man! But first, treat me as I should be treated by one as pathetically weak as you!” “Brye!” he stuttered, “You are my son, I can’t . . . “ In one swift movement, I grabbed the groveling little thing from the floor, my hand encircling his waist, and shook him like a ragdoll. “You will do what I say, you worthless piece of shit. I’ve heard you smack Mom around, and now it’s your turn to get fucked up!” My anger began to boil. At the same time, Dave crawled up to my feet and looked up at me as he spoke: “Brye, you are more powerful than any human. Look at you! Look how you hold a full-grown man in your hand as if he was nothing but a worthless little bug . . . worth nothing but for your pleasure . . . and if it pleases you, to be crushed out of existence!” “FUCK, Dave! What are you doing to me?!?!” I felt power course through my herculean body, every cell bursting with lustful desire. My cock twitched, bobbed and shot pre-cum with such force, it cracked the block wall across the room. “Mmmm! More, Davey, more!” I boomed as I tightened my grip around my struggling little ‘Dad’. . . I felt a CRACK as two of his ribs broke and he screamed. My cock jumped with desire. “JESUS, Brye . . . you are a GOD among mere mortals now! The world is a mere plaything to you, to do with as you please. Nothing can stand in your way!” Dave was stroking his once again rock-hard cock as he looked up at me. He crawled over to beneath my cock and coated himself in my steaming pre-cum, lapping some of the slimy nectar from the roping stream issuing from my hungry tool. He pleased me . . . my anger with him was gone. Of course he went gay for me! How could he not? Everything was falling into place. I lowered my whimpering ‘Dad’ to my pre-cum issuing cock and pressed his face into the slit. “This is what you always wanted, bitch, so drink up!” I flexed my cock, forcing more and more pre-cum to flow, more than his protesting little body could handle. His beating on my cock-head stimulated me more until, after a short time, it stopped. He had drowned in my pre! What a weak, worthless little waste of skin! I looked Davey in the eye and grinned as I flexed my arm, closed my fist and squeezed, crushing ‘Dad’s’ useless little corpse to paste. As I tossed his pulped body aside, Dave shot his load high into the air. “Time to introduce the world to their new God, Davey.” I boomed as I reached down and lifted my friend from the floor. I crouched and jumped up, crashing through the first floor and exploding through the roof coming to land in my driveway. Mom was just getting home and gawked up at her godly son holding his friend close to his heaving chest. I awoke with a start, fist hard against my chest as my eyes shot open and I felt the hot, fresh cum flowing over my thick, solid abdominals and soaking the sheets. “FUCK!” I muttered as I pulled the cum-drenched sheet covering me off of my body, admiring the deep ridges of my solid bricks of abdominal muscles, my spunk squishing from the deep crevices that slammed shut as I flexed them to sit up in my bed. My mind took me back to that dream and my still rigid, cum drooling cock lurched, spurting another wad of cum onto my pectoral shelf. “That was one HOT wet dream!” I thought as I stood and stretched my heavily muscled, six feet, nine inches tall frame, my large hands easily palming the almost ten feet tall ceiling as my calves, quads, abs, lats and biceps bulged obscenely from my immense teen frame. I heard my step-dad walking towards my room while saying, “Damn it, Brye! You’re going to be late for school again!” As he reached my door he, without knocking, threw my bedroom door open and started to continue, but stopped dead in his tracks, one hand on the door-frame and one on the door knob. His jaw dropped as he beheld my hyper-muscled body flexing before him, thick, dripping twelve-inch cock pointing to the ceiling in front of my cobblestone abs, large testicles laying like grapefruit on my rippling quads. “Shit!” I rumbled, “I thought I took care of you for good!” I seethed as I flexed hard to intimidate, turned, ripped the sheets from the bed and wiped myself down seductively. “Like what you see, Pops!” I taunted him as I gyrated my hips, cock swaying from side to side like a skyscraper in a hurricane in front of my flexing abs. I knew he lusted after me – I figured a few years ago that he only married my mom to get close to me – horny, fucking little size-queen. “If only dreams could come true.” I fumed as, without uttering another word, Pops turned, grabbed his crotch and, visibly trembling, closed the door and quickly headed down the hall. I heard the bathroom door slam shut and grinned as I heard the muffled “God – so HUGE! UNNNGGH! Oh, NOOOOO! Not – a – GAIN! NUH! FFF-UUUUU-KKKK!!!” emanating from the bathroom down the hall. “Fucking pussy!” I bristled as I stripped the sheets from the bed, finished wiping myself down, as well as the water-proof mattress pad, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and deflating fuck rod. I remembered, in the dream, holding “Dad’s” puny little face against my cock-head as he fought and the memory caused my cock to twitch and I realized how much strength, power and control really turned my on! Just then my Mom knocked lightly and pushed the door open, “Brye, what’s wrong - with – your ---- father?” Her eyes looked towards me as she stuttered through her sentence, taking in not only the sight of all that I am, but the masculine, viral scents of sex and cum that filled the room. Her eyes lodged on the towel being pushed forward and out by my beginning to, once again, awaken cock, the full, round head and flange clearly visible beneath the fabric. She remembered how, one night, after “Dad” and she had been drinking and he passed out, she came into my room, pulled the sheet from my hulking, nude body and begged me to fill her with my manhood. Being a young, horny teen, I had no inhibition about giving my mom whatever she wanted. I impaled her on my steely sword and ravished her until morning, cumming into her at least a half-dozen times before she begged me to stop, her orgasmic screams muffled by a pillow she held to her face. Still remembering that night, I’m sure, she walked towards me as if in a trance and rubbed her little hands over my abs, up and over my heaving chest and out to my full, rounded and hard biceps before lowering her hands and removing the towel. My always hungry teenaged cock immediately flooded with blood, inflated and rose to full attention. “Mmmmm! Son!” Mom hissed as her mouth latched onto one of my silver-dollar sized nipples as she began to stroke my now throbbing member. “Can you help me, Mom?” I purred as I guided he mouth down, over my abs and out to the throbbing head of my freshly leaking cock-head. As her mouth covered the slit, a jolt shot through me and I remembered the unbridled power I felt in my dream. “Fuck YEAH!” I boomed as I grabbed her head and pulled hard, my cock roughly sliding down her throat, the sheer girth of my beast splitting the corners of her lips as she tried to protest, beating on my hot, hard flesh, further fueling my new, dream-inspired lust for power and control – over anyone and anything. As I looked down at her and saw blood dripping from each side of her mouth, my cock immediately spasmed in ejaculation, rapidly shooting wad after wad of semen directly into my mom’s rapidly distending gut. As I began to stop cumming, I slowly withdrew my whale from my mom’s throat, the ridge of its head getting stuck on her teeth as I tried to pull out. Grabbing her head firmly between my palms, I pulled back hard, an audible “POP” bouncing off my bedroom walls as my cock broke free from Mom’s hungry, bleeding pie-hole. She fell back on the floor looking up at me fearfully as she wiped the cum and blood from the sides of her mouth. “Oh, FUCK yeah - Thanks, Ma!” I sneered down at her as I threw on sweatpants and sweatshirt, and walked to the bathroom. Pushing the door open with one hand (splintering the door frame as I effortlessly exerted pressure), I saw Pops, cleaning up, his flacced, little dick springing to attention as her turned and saw me filling his field of vision. Grabbing him by the throat with one hand, I lifted him from the floor and carried him, at arm’s length, to my room, flailing and kicking the whole way – my cock twitched and spurt some pre into my sweats. I tossed him onto my mom, stood over them and raised my arms in a double-biceps crunch, stretching the fabric tight over my rippling muscle. I looked my mom in the eye and she quickly shoved her fist between her legs and pumped. I grinned, looked my “Dad” in the eye and flexed harder. His eyes glazed over and his hard little cock began spewing cum in every direction without him even touching the worthless little organ. “Weak, uncontrolled little fucks.” I thundered and left the house. I headed over to my best friend’s (David’s) house to start the walk to school together. As I walked up to his door, my thoughts went back to the dream. It had seemed so real! Was it possible that David secretly lusted after me? And, more importantly, why had I grown larger in the dream. I had tasted true power and I wanted it – BAD! My cock twitched as I thought of manhandling David’s muscular little body. SHIT! I’d never thought of him in that way – but, HELL, why not? I've always been bigger, stronger, smarter - why shouldn't I have my way with ANYONE! “I’ll have to tell him my dream and see how he reacts.” I mused as I walked up to his front door and rang the bell. As David opened the door, his face went pale and he fell backwards. "Damn, Brye! You're a BEAST, Dude!" Remembering that line from my dream, I grinned and evil grin and stepped into the house. "Let's go down to your basement gym, Davey!" I thundered as I walked past him and to the basement door, my cock already twitching in anticipation of what was to come. I ran down into David’s basement with him not far behind. I went over to the workout bench and saw five candles arranged around a picture of me pumping out a most muscular pose that Dave had taken of me at the beach several months earlier. In the picture, in one clenched fist, I was holding my step-dad and in my other fist was Dave’s dad. There was a piece of paper beneath my picture with writing on it. I heard David shut the basement door, start down the steps and stop about half-way down as I picked up the paper and began to read: As my best friend, Brye, Is built like a bull, Fill his body with strength And size to the full David bounded down the steps and ripped the paper from my hand. “Davey, what the FUCK?” I boomed, but, looking at the photograph and candles, along with the beginning of that incantation, I couldn’t help but wonder if this had something to do with my dream the night before and the feelings of power I was having. David looked up at me and tears began to fill his eyes. “Brye, man . . . I’m sorry. I came across this website called ‘Coiled Fist’ a while back, and ever since, I can’t help thinking of you as . . . more.” “Like the guys in the stories ‘Justin’ and ‘Wong’?” I asked. His eyes widened and, as he wiped his eyes, he asked excitedly, “You know the site, too?” “Well,” I said, “No . . . and yes. I dreamed you told me about it last night and then things happened in the dream. Strange things, wonderful things and it awakened something in me . . . and I want more. Did you do this incantation last night, Davey?” “Yes, Brye.” David stated flatly. “I’m sorry . . . I didn’t think anything would really happen.” Looking David in the eyes, I kicked my shoes off, slipped my hands beneath my sweatshirt and lifted it over my head before tossing it on the couch and flexing hard. “Well, something DID happen, Dave. You like this, don’t you, Dave?” I reached down and cupped my ample cock and balls and shook them, “and this, too, right?” “Brye, I – I – I” he stuttered. “It’s okay, David. But I want you to light the candles and do the incantation NOW, okay?” I said. David shook his head no. “Please, Brye . . . don’t make me do this in front of you.” Tears welling up in his eyes again. I went over to him, placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head as I leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips, my tongue probing his mouth. He hungrily reciprocated until I pulled away. “See . . . it’s okay. I’m not mad.” “We both have to be nude before the incantation is spoken.” He said fearfully, but I had shed my sweats before he finished speaking. “Strip, Davey boy.” I commanded. He didn’t take his eyes off of my rippling body as he stripped, his tight, muscular frame was also bulging with thick, powerful muscle, just nowhere near what I have. We walked over to the bench, he lit the candles and he chanted: As my best friend, Brye, Is built like a bull, Fill his body with strength And size to the full As his muscles inflate And his stature will surge To the size of my thoughts Bug-like men he will purge As his body ignites With the strength of an ox, Endow on his frame The largest of cocks As a God among men As his attitude grows May he crush those beneath And all who oppose May he feed off the small ones The awe and fear he instills And use all that power As those worthless bugs he kills Before the last syllable was spoken, I felt every muscle fiber tense and begin to burn with heat. I could actually hear the muscle fibers and skeletal structure expanding, hardening, thickening. David stood staring at me, his mouth agape. His cock quickly rose to full mast as he blurted, “Oh, my GOD, Brye! You’re growing! Oh, SHIT, Brye! It WORKED!” As I reached a herculean twelve feet of bone crushing muscular power, I thundered, “David! Stop thinking of me growing!” He shook his head as if coming out of a trance. “Brye! You are a muscle beast . . . you’ve gotta be the most powerful being on the planet!” as he walked up to me and placed a trembling hand on my flaccid, impossibly thick, yard long cock covered with ropes of veins pulsing blood to the monstrous sex organ. “You want me to take care of our step-dads, don’t you?” I asked, drawing from the picture he had made. “Call my dad and have him meet your dad in your barn.” He called my dad with some lame excuse about his dad wanting to talk to him about us skipping school and my dad said he’d be right over. “Okay, Dave. We’ll give them time to get together out in the barn and then WE’LL show up to ‘chat’ with them.” I promised with a light flex of my cock that sent him sprawling. “DAMN! I’m strong EVERYWHERE!” I grinned. My massive cock twitched with anticipation of what was to come. “So, Dave, you want to make me even bigger?” I grin as I lift my oaken arms and flex, huge cannonball biceps hardening into peaked masses beneath my massive fists as the thick, striated triceps solidify to even larger blocks of muscle clinging beneath. From my relatively thin wrist, forearms flare to broad, vein encased columns and battle my biceps for space. I roll my head from side to side, showcasing wide traps descending from behind my ears over to my rippling, rounded shoulders, my massive, protruding pectorals casting a large shadow over my rib-cage thick with bulging intercostals. The lats spread inconceivably wide, beginning beyond my armpits and tapering down to my waist where brick sized abdominals stack and grind almost audibly. David scoots back against the wall fearfully as I display the all-powerful being whose emergence he has triggered. “I - I - I’m SORRY, Brye! I really didn’t think this would work! I just kept dreaming of you as a - as a - I - you’re a - oh, Brye! PLEASE don’t hurt me!” he begs, knowing what he’s dreamed of, and the spell to make me an absolutely BRUTAL and RUTHLESS, LUST-FILLED MUSCLE GOD. I sneer down at him and growl, “Davey! You’re a smart little fuck! I listened to the incantation you spoke. You linked my size and power to YOUR thoughts, as well as the fear and idolization I can beckon and captivate from others. For me to continue being what you’ve dreamed of, and what I am destined to be, I need you. You WILL help me grow into what I am meant to be, Dave - a brutal, sadistic and depraved MUSCLE BEAST - a merciless, cold-blooded GOD to you and the rest of you powerless and inconsequential little humans!” “Ha, ha, ha!” I thunder, “Thanks for awakening this in me . . . I guess, deep down, I always knew this would come.” I notice David’s eyes are glued to my pulsing, heavy cock. “Come on over and see what a REAL man feels like, Davey.” I purr as he crawls over and places a hand on my cock-head. With an involuntary flex of my fuck-pole at his touch, he is sent flying back across the basement. Drool runs from the side of his mouth as he picks himself up, rubbing his own now throbbing, dripping tool. I smile at the realization of how powerful I really am! “Think of me at my more ‘normal’ size, Davey. Our ‘dads’ should be together in the barn by now.” I see - almost feel - the conflict within David as he fights within himself to obey me and bring my size back to its previous state or, instead, to continue to think of my as a massive, giant muscle-god and causing me to just explode from the basement, destroying his house in the process. “NOW!” I boom, rattling the confined basement with the power of my voice. David backs up and pushes himself against the wall as he closes his eyes so as not to see what I’ve already become; to be able to visualize me as I was before he cast his spell. I immediately feel the change and see the wall appear to rise around me as I reduce in height. “Good boy!” I purr in a deep, guttural voice, “Now get us some sweatpants to throw on before we go to the barn.” ---------------- Sam, Brye’s adoptive dad, had just recovered from Brye’s domineering outburst before Brye hastened out of the house when he received the call from David. Fearful of what might have happened at David’s house and sensing from David’s voice that something wasn’t quite right, he quickly threw on jeans and a t-shirt, checked in on Brye’s mom (who remained curled up in the corner of Brye’s room, seemingly in a trance, moaning and slowly fisting her hungry pussy). Seeing nothing had changed with her, he left and ran over to the David’s family’s large barn where he found David’s dad, inside, working on a tractor. Looking up, Joe (David’s dad, also having adopted David after marrying his mother), greeted him, “Hey, Sam! What brings you over this morning?” Sam walked over to Joe, “I thought you wanted to talk to me about the boys, David called me a bit ago and -” ---------------- Sam stops talking and both men turn as they hear the large barn doors close and the space darkens slightly with the morning sun being shut out by the closing of the doors. As they look towards the barn entrance, they see both of their unusually large and incredibly muscular sons clad only in tight-fitting sweatpants, slide the board on the inside of the doors into place to keep the doors from opening (or from being opened). “What the hell are you boys up to? I thought you went to school!” I hear Joe blurt out, his eyes adjusting to the reduced light As David and I walk up to our adoptive dads, they are completely dwarfed by our size, but, even with that comparison, I tower over David and I see the realization register in Joe’s face that I have grown larger than when he had last seen me. “DAMN, Brye, you’ve grown, son!” he states flatly as his eyes roam our young, virile frames, our full, rounded muscles rippling on our torsos, bouncing, flexing and bunching with every step. Sam stands by Joe, trembling as both men’s eyes are drawn down to the straining fabric stretching over the bulging crotches of our sweatpants which leave absolutely nothing to the imagination as to the prodigious size of our manhoods, further emasculating our puny and useless little dads. I grin as I hear my dad blurt out, “Brye, you’re not in trouble. Your mom and I talked and -” his eyes continue to roam my magnificently powerful form. “How is it possible that you are even larger and more defined than when you left the house?” he whispers. His voice, trembling, questions, “Brye?” as I glare down at both dads. Sam reaches up and places his small hand on the cliff of pectoral beef that looms over him. I sneer down at the reverential, becoming frightened little men, grab each around the throat and lift them from the ground as if they weigh nothing at all. They sputter, choking, as they claw at the solid wrist and forearm of astonishing circumference easily suspending them kicking in the air. I walk over to the wall, lift each man and slipp their belts onto large hooks on the barn wall, suspending them there, unable to do anything but kick and curse. “Brye! What the FUCK are you doing?” I hear David’s dad scream. “David, get me down from here this instant or I’ll -” “Our you’ll WHAT, Dad?” David booms as he peels the tight sweatpants over his huge quads and calf muscles and kicks them aside, his long, thick cock already pulsing to life from seeing me so effortlessly toy with the two men. “I shoulda known!” my dad blurts, “Our boys are a couple of FAG’S!” immediately regretting his outburst and futile attempt to cover his own desire for what David and I are. His jeans are already tented and showing a dark spot spreading at the tip of where his rigid cock is throbbing. “Oh, FUCK, yeah, Davey! This IS going to be fun!” I boom as I grinn down at David, my initiator. “Let’s show both of these fucking little assholes how well they’ve raised us.” Dave grins, looks at me and begins to envision the beast that he always knew that I AM. He lowers one hand and begins to slowly stroke his expanding cock as he sees me close my eyes and hiss, “YEESSSSS!” as every muscle on my frame bulges and swells to new dimensions. My sweats fill, strain and finally explode from my body as I grow, hundreds of pounds of rippling, granite-hard muscle covering my mountainous body. My already thick cock inflates and lengthens down to my knees. My balls churn, resting atop these inhuman quads with muscle fiber rippling beneath the thin, vein-covered skin. David’s dad screams to him as he watches him seemingly worship the expanding creature I am becoming, not realizing it is David, and his desire, growing me. “You fucking, muscle-bound FAIRY!” he blurts to his son. Without taking his eyes off of me and still slowly stroking his pre-cum leaking cock with one hand, David backhands his dad with enough force to knock out 3 teeth and causing blood to gush from the man’s busted lips and mouth, immediately swelling and changing color. As I reach 15 feet in height and open my eyes, I look down and focus on David’s dad and grin a wide, toothy grin. “My turn to rule the roost, little man!” I reach down and wrap my massive hand around a small tractor, encircling it with my long, powerful fingers, and lift it in front of his trembling little dad’s pale face. My arm explodes with muscle and the screeching of tortured metal fills the barn as I effortlessly crush the tractor into a worthless ball of scrap. “Hmmmm - I wonder what I could do to you, little man.” I muse as I reach down and tug at my inflating sex trunk. Hefting it up, I slam my bulbous cock head into my dad’s head (much smaller than my huge, pre-pouring, mushroom head!). The blow momentarily knocks my dad unconscious, his face swelling and turning black and blue. “Well, David - let’s start our fun with these two.” I thunder as I grab and lift my dad from the hook and shake him like a rag-doll to try to awaken him. David grabs his own dad and lifts him from his hook and rips the clothes from his body before impaling him on his steel-hard shaft. His dad awakens with a start, face swollen and lips bleeding, and begins screaming from the pain and from beholding me, now a giant, muscle-bound beast, trying to awaken his neighbor by shaking the puny little body like a broken toy. Tossing my still unconscious dad to the ground, I grab David’s dad and pop him from David’s cock, lift him to my face an growl, “Shutup, you little cunt - I’m gonna give you something to REALLY scream about!” Holding his struggling, bleeding little body in one fist, I insert my middle finger, larger than his puny little forearm, into his worthless, already stretched little ass. His pleasure-filled moans of agony spur me on as I rearrange his organs by moving my finger around inside his weak little body. I use my massive middle digit to rape him mercilessly. As the tip of my finger reaches his racing heart, he renews his screaming at feverish pitches. I lower him down to David, my furiously stroking little pet, and order him to use his pulsing pole to face-fuck the screeching little thing on my finger to shut him the fuck up. Grinning up to me he thanks me, grabs his dad’s head and rams his thick cock down the pathetic little bug’s throat, pulling the blubbering fool’s face all the way into his crotch, moaning, “Oh, YEAH, you fucking piece of shit! Take this muscle cock down your throat like you always wanted! Choke on it, man! This is for everything you’ve done to me and my mom, fucking little bastard!” David bellows as he rams his own massive member down that cock-stretching throat over and over again, his dad unable to breathe, trying to grab onto his David’s massive thighs as that huge, churning nut sack rhythmically pounds against his throat with each thrust David’s making. I pluck my finger from Joe’s bleeding ass and turn my attention back to my own little toy, now conscious and trying to crawl away, unseen. “Where you going, Dad?” I taunt as I reach down and pluck him from the ground by his ankle with two fingers. I lift him up so that he is before my face. “SO fucking fragile.” I state as I smirk and slowly squeeze my fingers together, his flesh, muscle, tendons and bones having no chance against such power. The tissues are simply liquified and squish from between my fingers as he wails in pain and he drops from my now bloodied fingers. I catch him by his other leg in my other hand as I lick my bloody fingers clean. He looks up at me in horror, in too much pain to continue screaming, as my eyes darken and an evil smirk forms on my face. I lift my arm and flex my massive bicep, turn and lick the pulsing, cable-sized veins mapping its surface before looking back at my dad, “All this fucking muscle needs a lot of protein, Dad.” I whisper as I lick my full lips with my long tongue, then run that thick taste-tool over my large, sharp, pearly-white teeth. My dad’s body convulses in orgasm, mixed with piss, soaking his jeans and shirt. Satisfied with the fear instilled into my “dad”, I grin as I hang his trembling little body from the hook on the barn wall, blood dripping from his one completely smashed-flat ankle, his little dick still spasming, squirting out its last drops of jism. I reach down and grab David’s “dad” and pluck him from David’s thrusting, throbbing cock. David just looks at me and begins to stroke his slick dick at the sight of my giant, muscular being holding his whimpering “dad” in one massive fist. I lower David’s dad down to my hungry cock, issuing pre-cum by the gallon. He inadvertently further stimulates me by beating his little fists against my sensitive mushroom crown. “Oh, YEAH, you little fuck!” I boom as I look over at Dave and begin to force my massive cock-head into the feeble little man’s way-too-small mouth, his teeth snapping off and his jaw dislocating with just my piss-slit barely passing through his stretched-to-the-limit lips. “Awww, FUUUCK!” I thunder as I push further, my fuck-toy’s entire head and skull fracturing into small pieces attempting to contain the mass of just the bulbous crown of my throbbing cock invading the pathetically small space. “DAMN, Davey - so much power!” I grin as with one flex of my oaken arms, his dad’s head simply reduces to a red concoction of flesh, brain and bone dripping from my cock and palms, the body spasming from the tip of my cock-head as I attempt to shove my trunk through the neck-hole and into the warm, quivering torso. Drooling, and cock pumping out ropes of pre-cum, David chant’s: As my dad was a dick, Nothing more than a worm, May Rye’s cock just ingest him As food for his sperm More power does hold, Rye’s bloodthirsty cock, Than the bodies of mortals Whose souls it will dock Upon David’s uttering of those words, I feel my cock jump and its pulsing begins to pry my fist open. I can feel the blissful pleasure of the large slit beginning to suck! The orgasmic feeling flows through my colossal frame as David’s dad’s body begins to implode, my hungry cock sucking the internal organs, sinew and bone into my thick, throbbing shaft. “Mmmmmm, CHRIST! Oh, SHIT!” I whisper as the body is completed consumed by my ravenous fuck-beast. I feel the decimated body in my shaft and squeeze my fist hard, further crushing the valueless thing, once a human, to liquid within my monstrous manhood. I feel so POWERFUL, UNSTOPPABLE, VICIOUS and SADISTIC. David runs over, pulls my cock down and laps at the bloody cockhead, relishing the taste of his dad’s blood mixed with my deific, hot and salty pre-cum. “Oh, yeah, Davey, you sick little fuck! Enjoy what you’ve created - and what I was ALWAYS meant to be!” David looks at me and chants: Rye’s bloodlust ignited, His stomach does growl, His hunger unsated, He must eat something - NOW! I look over at my own dad, visibly shaking in fear after witnessing the gruesome demise of his neighbor in an impossible way by - ME - his hyper-swole, giant and brutal step son. My cock spontaneously flexes at the attention David is giving it, sending him sprawling as I turn and step towards my dad. He is attempting to release himself from the hook from which he helplessly hangs. Standing before him, I flex slowly, allowing the mass of muscle fighting for space on my frame to slowly ripple, expand and solidify before his eyes. Having witnessed the savage power the creature filling his vision holds, and hearing David’s last chant, he renews his futile efforts at release. “DAD!” I state, the sound causing him to cease struggling and look into my eyes. “Remember last night at dinner when I called you a worthless limp-dick and you blurted back, “You can just EAT ME, Rye!”? I grin and, once again, lick my huge, pearly-white teeth with my tongue. “Rye! No! Please!” he erupts in wild movements trying to escape hanging from the hook. Even with that fear coursing through his veins, his cock inflates, slaps his stomach and salutes as he takes in all that I am. “Well,” I state coldly, “I’m hungry,” I flex my cock and it slams into my rippling abs, blood and pre-cum splashing from it’s head and seeping into the deep ridges between each flexing muscle paving my midsection, “and my cock’s still hungry!” I raise my huge hand to his crotch and place his throbbing cock and balls between my thumb and forefinger. His little dick immediately spasms, shooting cum onto my thumb. “Oh - unnn - fuuck! RYE! I - I - NOOOOO!!!” he squeals as he feels pressure building on his pleasure center. “Sick little bastard!” I growl, “Hope you enjoyed that! You won’t be needing these where you’re going, you damned, puny worm!” I then increase the pressure between my thumb and index finger, quickly pulping and mashing his penis and testicles into nothingness between his legs as “Dad” wails. I lick my thumb and finger clean of Dad’s cock and ball mash before lifting him from his hook. Grabbing the leg with no foot left, I tell him, “Well, this is of no use anymore.” before ripping the leg from his body, the sounds of bone snapping and flesh ripping fueling my sadistic lusts for more power over EVERYONE. I toss the leg in my mouth, chew and swallow as he begins to pass out. I shake him, flapping about like a stuffed toy, to try to keep him awake. “As you wish, Dad - eat you I will!” I lower his foot to my now sucking cock head and his foot is sucked in, quickly followed by his waist. “MMMMMMM! Good!” I purr as I begin to pull on his torso and my cock continues to suck in his lower portion. With a jerk of my cock, his body is torn in two. I lift his torso to my salivating mouth, bite off an arm, chew and swallow - bite off another arm, chew and swallow - and then, position his head between my molars and grind his skull into more nourishment for my solid muscle-encased body before chowing down on what’s left in my hand. At the same time, my other hand is wrapped around my cock-head and I squeeze, further crushing the lower portion of Dad’s body as it’s sucked down into my thick, pulsing shaft - and beyond. I look over at David, who is worshipfully staring up at me, slowly stroking his steely-hard shaft, pre-cum bubbling from his piss-slit and roping to the ground. “FUCK, yeah, my friend! I knew we were alike, and yet - different, somehow. I didn’t know how much you desired me to be what I desired to be, man! Can you get me back down to closer to your size?” Again, I noticed the internal struggle he has making me less than what he knows I am. He closes his eyes and concentrates - I see my surroundings seemingly rise as my form diminishes in height. David opens his eyes and runs up to me, throws his arms around my shoulders, looks up to me as he leans up and thrusts his tongue into my mouth and kisses hard, sucking at what was left of my dad’s remains still coating my tongue. As he does, he lifts his body up against me, repeatedly grinding his cock against my abs, humping me as we share a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues probing the depths of our inhumane, merciless desires. As we break our lip-lock, I feel David thrust against my abs hard as volley after volley of steaming cum coats the underside of the overhang of my boulderous pectorals and drips and runs down over my abs, cock and balls. David and I look each other in the eye and, in unison, speak: “MORE” Now I hear my mom at the barn door asking if I’m alright. “Alright, David, grab a couple of sheets from the stall and we’ll wrap them around us and open the door.” “Sounds good, Brye.” David responds as he goes over and grabs a couple of sheets. As we wipe the blood and shit from our bodies, we hear sirens in the distance. We tie the sheets around our waists and unlock the barn door. My mom runs in. “You’re dad was on his way over here and I just wanted to make sure everything is okay, Brye.” she blubbers, not noticing David by the door, then she notices the sheet wrapped around my waist. It didn’t matter, at that point, what she was thinking before - my bare, muscle-bound torso entrances her immediately and she walks up to me, reaches up and places her hand on my massive chest, then slowly runs it down and over my rippling abs to the top of the sheet. “Brye, son, baby . . . I need that massive cock of yours in me, again! Fuck me one more time, PLEASE? I won’t do this to you again, I promise!” At just hearing the word “fuck”, I feel my cock twitch and it floods with blood, rising and lifting the sheet. I snatch the sheet from my waist. “You just can’t get enough of this, can you, you fucking dick dock.” “I’m sorry, Brye! I know it’s wrong, but you’re built just like your biological father - I was addicted from his first fuck - the rape that produced you. I must have you again.” She disrobes immediately, cooing as she strokes my quickly rock-hard, vein encased monster cock. Standing there, I place a hand under each of her arms and lift her. She feels like she weighs nothing at all as I position her wet, hot pussy over my slick, steaming cock head and lower her. She moans as the tip of my flared cock head touches her dripping slit and begins to spread her open wide and enter. As the cock head pops in, her hole clamping around my ridge, she shudders and I pull her further down, my cock pushing - rearranging her insides as I creep up up inside her. “Awwww, FUCK, yeah, David, grow me slow, man!” I growl, my mom not even noticing as I slowly stroke her like a fleshlight up and down my vibrating cock. I begin to notice her feeling tighter and tighter around my throbbing manhood. She opens her eyes and sees that I am larger; she feels herself stretching to accommodate my girth and begins to scream and thrash about on my hungry cock. “Mmmmmm, BABY!” The feeling is incredible. I look down into her fear-filled eyes as I state flatly, “Yes, you son fucking mother, this IS the LAST time I fuck you, you worthless fucking CUNT! I’ll fuck you to PIECES, bitch.” “BRYE! NOOOO! Get out of me! Please! Take me off your cock you - unngh - MMMMM - Oh, GOD! MORE! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUUUCCKKK MEEEEE!” she breathes raggedly as she orgasms over and over again. My johnson juices, mix with her blood, flowing from her pussy and down my shaft. I grin down at her as I see the distinct outline of my mushroom shaped cock head, followed by the pumping shaft, stretching her abdomen. “Mmmmmm!” I purr as I grab one of her ankles in each hand and pull her further down on my cock, her screaming and thrashing about, arousing me even more. I feel bones dislocating and snapping on my sensitive glans, then the beat of her heart against my pre cum spurting slit. Her mouth is open in a silent scream as pre cum begins to jettison from her mouth. Her skin begins to simply shred from my expanding cock as her pleading, green eyes pop from their sockets from the building pre cum pressure. “More, David - MORE!” I boom. As he views me as more, her body simply explodes and disintegrates from around my expanding, throbbing cock and falls to the dirt at my feet, my pre-cum quickly coating the shredded remains. David and I are so engrossed in my little fuck-fest that we don’t notice the cop car pull in and two cops approach the open barn door. They stand there, mouths agape, seemingly frozen in place, as they gaze upon me: A hyper muscled giant standing in the middle of the barn with a broken, bloodied corpse at my feet and my rigid, man sized cock pouring pre-cum onto the pile of worthless, discarded flesh. “Problem, officers?” I rumble as I lower my hand to the base of my gore dripping cock. I slide my huge hand up the thick, throbbing shaft, pooling the bloody mess into my palm before raising it to my lips and grin. Looking them in the eyes, I extend my long, thick tongue and seductively, lap the iron and protein rich remains into my waiting mouth and swallow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see David walk up to me. He reaches up and places a hand on my rippling quad and speaks another chant: Those who wear uniforms Are nothing but toys, To the Muscle God Brye, Such bugs He destroys. With their bodies so puny, Such fun Brye can make, Before dispatching their souls, And nourishment take. Immediately, a fresh flood of contempt for all that would seek to constrain what I am, and a unquenchable hunger, flows from my core and pulses throughout my swelling, mountainous muscles. “KNEEL!” I thunder to the two bewildered cops as I place my fists on my hips and flex hard. I spread my barn wide lats and overshadow them as my pectorals grow and puff out and up like two solid, massive blimps overshadowing my enormous, thick and undulating boulders of abdominal muscle. To further emasculate the beefy little law men, I flex my titanic cock, mapped with firehose thick veins pulsing blood around my pre cum pumping death dick swaying, pec high, in front of me. I see one puny cop’s little cock visibly salute me through his slacks as a dark spot spreads from his crotch and he falls to his knees mouthing, “Oh, my GOD!” The other pisses on himself, draws his weapon and, fires up at me, emptying his clip. All rounds are deflected by my diamond hard cock head and I rumble, “Oh, yes, you stupid little fuck!” at the pleasant stimulation. My cock takes a shot of its own and soaks both little cops in my salty pre cum. They stare up at me, mouths agape. Their vision is enveloped by my muscle encased and indestructible supreme being. The cop that fired drops his weapon and turns to run, but slips from the slimy pre cum in which he is covered. David runs over, shuts and locks the barn door as I order the trembling cop that fired, “Stand up and strip, you irrelevant, powerless excuse for a man.” “N-n-n-oooo! Please!” he squeals like a pig as he scoots away and back into David’s nude, powerful form. He looks up in horror as David reaches down and grabs him by the collar, easily lifting him to his feet. Stroking my cock, I reach down and lift the remains of my mom from by my feet. I make sure the quaking cop that stimulated me with his ammo is watching. I sneer as I exhibiti my huge, pearly white teeth before I take a bite into the ragged corpse, I tear flesh from the remnant of mom in my fist, chew loudly and swallow. ‘Hmph! I need fresh meat.” I grin as I toss what’s left of mom against the wall with a loud SPLAT.” “I said STRIP!” I boom as I eye the little man. “GOD! NO! I’M SORRY!” he blubbers as David tosses him to the ground and rips all the clothes from his body, exposing a well muscled specimen. The cop on his knees, observing all this, stands and disrobes before falling back to his knees, now stroking his own rigid cock in unison with me. The cop now at David’s feet begs his partner, “What the FUCK, Jeff?! No! Help me!” I look down at the worshipful little cop named Jeff as I squeeze a shot of pre cum from my edging cock, roping down onto him and coating his muscular little body. “So, Jeff - do you want to TRY to help your partner? The partner whose back you’re always supposed to have?” He watches me raise my other arm and wipe mom’s blood from my mouth as I grin. Looking me in the eye, he opens his mouth and drinks in my pre cum as I see his rigid little cock rapid firing cum into the torrents of pre cum I am raining down on him. “I’ll take that as a ‘NO!’, Jeffy.” I purr as I turn my attention back to the other cop. “Looks like it’s just you and me, fuck wad.” I grin as I run my tongue over my teeth, once again, for emphasis. At that moment, David and I hear sirens and cars skidding to a halt outside “FUCK YOU, you muscle bound freaking FAGGOT!’ he screams up to me, his voice trembling, “I called for backup!” He looks over at Jeff. “You are THROUGH, Jeff - DONE!” He smirks up to me as if he is now winning. “You stupid, ignorant little parasite. The only thing you’ve done is provide more insignificant little worms, like yourself, for my wanton, sadistic entertainment and gratification!” I bellow as I snatch him from the floor. As I lift the cursing, struggling cop to my face, he seems to realize that he’s made a fatal mistake, but my focus on the miserable, feeble little creature in my fist is interrupted as I hear David begin another chant: With Brye as a God, It’s stoked my desire His cock to invade me, Partake of His fire. May my form not be split By the size of his mast, As I take Him within me, Desiring His blast. A fleshlight I’ll be To His brawn and His might So that mortals may foresee Their imminent plight I look down at David and grin. “Oh, FUCK, yeah, little bro! I guess I’ve always known you were into me, man! We are gonna be linked in more ways than your thoughts, I’m thinking!” My cock throbs and pulses out a few more ropes of pre cum onto the already soaked little cop at my feet. The thought of David’s tight, muscular little body always being available to me and being able to take all that I am - and him being TOTALLY into what I am - and what I want - floods me with even more sadistic arousal. “Davey, MORE!” I growl, “Let’s blow the roof off this fucking little barn!” I see David back up to a wall, glance out a window at cop cars coming to a halt in the yard and grin as he begins to, once again, stroke his throbbing cock. As I feel the growth begin, I reach down and pick up the precum covered cop. My broad, muscular back cracks through the roof with the force of an explosion, scattering wood and debris onto the three cop cars in the yard - a half dozen cops gape up through their windshields to observe a massive beast - a veritable mountain of rippling, rolling teen muscle grinning down at them. I lift my hands so that they can see two of their comrades, stripped nude and dangling from my fingers, one in each hand. Without a word, I lower the bad cop to my cock head while, at the same time, I lift the precum dripping (and still worshipping) little cop to my grinning lips. “Jeff, my pathetic little pet, what should I do with your insolent partner?:’ I whisper to the cop dangling before my face. His little body goes rigid and cum, mixed with blood, shoots from his overworked, hard little cock. He appears to pass out at the sound of my deep, rumbling voice addressing him. I see David come out of what’s left of the barn and look up at my magnificent form, cock protruding through the side of the barn at the roofline in front of the thick blocks of my defined, flexing abs. “Well, I’m hungry, guys.” I state as I place the insolent cop on my cock head, and it immediately begins sucking him in, kicking, punching and screaming. I close my eyes as waves of pleasure emanate from my towering cock. I lower the unconscious cop to my lips and slurp him in as the last of the bad cop disappears into my cock. I reach down and squeeze my cock hard, assuring that I crush the brazen cop in my cock to paste for his journey down my shaft. At the same time, I grin a toothy grin, slowly clench my jaw and crush the worshipper between my teeth, blood spurting from my lips and shooting out onto the windshields of the cars below. I wipe the blood from my chin on my thick, massive bowling pin forearm, lift my other hand and lick some bloody precum from my fingers. I raise a foot and step through the barn, the structure crumbling and falling to the ground as I stomp my massive foot down over the driveway blocking the three cars now trying to quickly exit the scene unfolding before them. David screams up to me, “Oh my GOD, Brye! I always wanted to be like YOU, but to be like you now, FUCK! The FUN we could have in this world of living playthings!” The cops jump out of their cars and draw their useless weapons as I hear David chant: As I expand Brye Just by my own thought, As he wishes me so I will grow on the spot. I will never exceed The God that He is. I am here just to please Him, I am totally His. I grin and envision David as a huge, muscled teen beast. Immediately David’s muscular form expands into a massive muscle monster. As his head reaches just below my throbbing, vertical cock head, he bellows, “Oh, FUCK, Brye! I feel so - so -” He notices the cops scurrying about his feet and snatches one from the ground. “ - so fucking POWERFUL!” With his eye on my pulsing, dripping cock, he takes the struggling man in his hand and inserts him up his ass as he moans, “I want you, Brye -” he coos and shoves the doomed creature further into his dark, muscular chute. “Unngh - SHIT! THANK you, Brye! Ahhh - Brye - FUCK ME!” he booms as he flexes his ass and the muffled crunching of bones resounds. David’s human dildo succumbs to tons of pressure from his flexion, reducing it to a gelatinous goop. Horrified, the remaining five cops empty their guns, bullets bouncing harmlessly off of our smooth, tanned and impenetrable skin. They turn and run to their cruisers. I grab the cruiser with the cop whose partner was just liquified in David’s ass and lift it to my face. The flimsy metal begins to crumple in my grasp as my cold, dark eyes peer in. I hear the cop inside frantically screaming into the radio’s mic, “GIANtS! We need backup! Send the military!” He sees me grin and lick my lips. “Oh, my GOD - NOOO!” he bellows. I peel the roof of the car back and expose his trembling little body. I lower the car slowly so the little thing can take in the expanse of my muscled torso. I want to see not just fear, but terror from this worthless little bug. I alternately flex my pecs over him as he sees my thick abs before him and, in his peripheral vision, my towering cock appear to rise behind him as I lower the car and set the it at the base of my twitching cock. “STRIP!” I thunder over my pecs and down to the terrified being. I see him stand in the car seat and, as the car teeters on my crotch, he quickly strips. Without any prodding he quickly jumps from the car, onto the base of my massive, precum slick cock and begins kissing, rubbing and grinding. I lift the car, crumple it into a ball in my fist and drop it in front of the other two cop cars. Those four cops just stare up and out of their windshields blankly. I reach down and lift the naked little cop from the base of my dick and deposit him on my cock head. I reach down, wrap my hands around David’s waist and lift him. As he faces me, grinning, I position his hungry ass over my cock and slowly lower him onto my godly cock head, The screaming little cop disappearis up David’s ass as I impale the friend who created me to be all I ever wanted to be.. “Is this what you want, little man?” I taunt David. In silent response, his ass alternately flexes and relaxes, sucking my cock in and messaging my rigid, vein covered cock, instatly obliterating the doomed cop against my sex trunk. David reaches up and places his hands on my mountainous pecs and looks into my eyes, “”Yes, Brye! Fuck me - please! Oh, God! FUCK ME HARD!” he thunders and pleads as he wraps his legs around my waist and slowly jacks his cock while milking my head with his ass. As I impale the grateful David further, I look over at the remaining cops. All of them have exited their vehicles as if in a trance, dropped to their knees and whipped out their own drooling cocks and started stroking feverishly at the sight of two massively muscled teens - boy gods - effortlessly snuffing the life out of their comrades and then beginning to give in to sexual lust for each other.The little creatures inhibitions, their very wills, seemed to evaporate and they were caught up in the palpable, sexual frenzy accosting their senses. “Who said you could join, you pathetic little bugs?” I sneer as I take one step, my massive foot covering and instantly crushing all four worthless insects under my sole, I grind them into paste in the dirt as I begin to piston fuck David, jerking his tight little body up and down my long, thick shaft. “Brye, you are a GOD!” David breathes raggedly as I pummel his ass with my throbbing, hungry cock. “Mmmmff! How - Uh! - are you - FUCK! - going to introduce - YES, Brye! - yourself to the world? - OH, MORE, BRYE - FILL ME WITH WHAT YOU ARE!” I thrust hard and David thunders in ecstasy as he is lifted from my cock with the first hydraulic blast of the volcanic cum jettisoning from my cock. He lands at my feet, cum pouring from his ass, and is covered with my godly jizz rocketing from my beast as he jerks himself to climax. He never takes his eyes off of the godly form towering over him. I flex hard and grin down at him as I remember the one cop calling for backup - and the military - before he was snuffed. The sounds of sirens and choppers could be heard in the distance as a news helicopter came into view. “Our introduction in at hand, Davey.” I grinned as he stood to his feet and smiled broadly. “FUCK, yeah!” he thundered. “Dave, bring me down to 6’5” before that news copter is close enough to make us out - I’m taking you to 6’4.” I bellow down to David. In seconds, we are standing in the yard within indentations the size of our feet just moments before. We grab a couple of sheets off of the clothesline, wrap ourselves and run back to my house, leaving David’s house and yard (the house of our initial meting out of death and destruction) empty for the authorities to ponder over. Once we got to my house, David closes the front door behind us, turns and looks up at me, disappointed, “Brye, what are you doing? I thought you were going to introduce the world to, well - YOU!” As I let the sheet slip from my hyper-swole and rippling, flexing body to the floor, Dave falls to his knees as he beholds the 6’5” teen muscle god standing over him, packed with thick, hard masses of brawn. Without a word, he reaches up and grabbs my cock, which is hanging down by my knees, and slurps the head into his mouth, tonguing and sucking in earnest. My cock responds to the stimulation immediately, engorging with blood, thickening and lengthening as I reach down and roughly pull Davey’s head in to my crotch, forcing my mammoth cock to grow directly down his tight, slick throat. The feeling is incredible. He doesn’t even gag or choke as I begin to piston fuck his stunningly handsome face (why hadn’t I noticed that before?). His bulging eyes begin to tear up as they roam the vast expanse of my godly form. He claws at my thighs and abs as I relentlessly ram my cock down his throat, my large, full balls crashing into his chest and throat with each savage thrust. Noticing him beginning to have trouble breathing, I finally flex my ass hard and tense as my balls raise into my sac. My cock begins to buck uncontrollably as it unleashes torrent shots of cum directly into his stomach as he chokes and purrs in thanksgiving. I slowly withdraw my sex log, relishing the feel of his teeth catching on the corona as I slide out, the head popping from his mouth, still spurting cum. “Thanks, bud!” I smile down to him. “No, thank YOU, Brye!” he smiles up to me with his stretched lips as he wipes his cute little mouth clean with his thick, corded forearm. He stands and lets his sheet drop to the floor. I stand there, stunned. My friend is now a massive, godly teen in his own right. “FUCK, Davey! You’re a fucking muscle BEAST, dude!” I exclaim, somehow having forgotten that he had created a spell for me to grow him, as well as he growing me - and I had grown him, hugely! All the years of pent up sexual energy between the two of us is finally being unleashed with the advent of our imposing, deified bodies. I throw him to the floor as my cock reinflates and throbs at the sight of his mammoth, nude and rippling form. He lifts his hefty, muscle-bound legs and locks them around my comparatively thin waist. Looking down at his tremendous, powerful and chiseled features, I touch my, once again, pre cum flowing cock head to his waiting and hungry ass hole. Taking my rigid cock in my hand, I slap the head against his ass several times, spreading pre and lubricating his cave for the coming assault. After positioning the pulsing crown upon his hole, I shov just hard enough for the corona to pop past his sphincter. He shudders in ecstatic pleasure as the invasion begins. I push further, the crown crowding his prostate and causing his cock to shoot pre cum onto his abs as he begis to thrash about, pounding the floor. “Holy FUCK, Brye! UNGH! FUCK ME - PUH-LEEEZE! Oh, FUCK! My GOD, Brye! More, MORE!” David thunders. Inch by inch, I feed his ass more of me, watching my bulbous mushroom cock head push his thick abdominals out as he struggles to flex them tight on my dick within him. I pull back, my corona stimulating his quivering body as it drags back through him. He growls, “NOOO! Brye! FUCK ME - HARD!” I sneer down and cram my cock into his guts until his ass is flush against my hips. I began to fuck him like a jackhammer. He moans - beats and claws at my hard, muscled body until I shov into him one last time, hard, clenching my ass and roaring like a beast. My cock explodes within him and bathes his insides with gallons of hot, steaming cum from his god. Large puddles of cum shoot from around my shaft and out of his pummeled ass and onto the floor. As I pull my still bucking cock from his tight ass with a loud POP, he grabs his own ample sex trunk and begins to pump. “Guess you’re getting what you always wanted, Davey, and I’m just a fucking perpetual cum factory looking for someplace to unload!” I laugh. Dave gets up, still stroking his rigid, hungry rod, and looks at me, “Brye, PLEASE! I need release. I need to fuck your perfect, god like body. Let me fuck YOU, Brye! Let me rape that round, hard, muscular ass of a god!” “Shit! Why not, Dave? What the fuck! Have at it!” I chuckle as I lay on my back and lift my massive legs, exposing my asshole as a target for Dave’s long, thick spear. He wastes no time driving his hungry cock into the object of his desire. I clinch, giving him exquisite pleasure and pulling his cock in further as he moans and thrusts into me in rapturous sexual intoxication. “Oh, FUCK, Brye! UNGH! SHIT!” he moans as I flex and release ass and abdominal muscles I didn’t even know I had, pleasuring both him and myself in ways never imagined. My ass sucks, massages and milks his cock until he is screaming for release. With a final rippling of those muscles in my ass, his cock explods in an orgasm that goes on for minutes as I continue milking with just the controlled movement of my wonderfully enhanced ass muscles. “GOD, Brye! How? Fuck - THANK YOU!” he moans in totally ravished delerium, collapsing on the floor. There is a loud knocking at the door. “Police! Is anybody home? We’re doing a neighborhood check.” My cock twitches in anticipation at the sound and I look down at Dave who, noticing my dick dance upon hearing a cop’s voice, grins back at me before answering, “Hold on a sec. I’ll be right there.” He jumps from the floor and grabs his sheet and wraps it around his waist as he walks to the door and peers through the peephole to see two uniformed officers waiting. Dave motions “2” to me as I step behind the foyer wall and, while stroking my rising shaft, wait to follow Dave’s lead in having fun with the cops at the door. As Dave opens the door, the cops are immediately staring into two balloons of granite hard pectorals rippling in front of them. They both stumble back before regaining composure, looking up into the stunningly handsome teen’s face and asking if he’d heard anything from outside over the past couple of hours. “No, officers, but come in and let me throw some clothes on and you can ask whatever questions you’d like.” Dave booms in his new, deep, bass voice. Dave lets them walk past him towards the base of the stairs, closes and locks the door behind him. As soon as both cops are in the house, their nostrils are filled with the scent of musk, sex and cum - they notice the huge puddle of whitish liquid on the floor and turn in time to see Dave’s sheet drop to the floor and an even larger, more muscular teen step beside him stroking his fully erect, long, thick cock. I notice both of the cops' eyes roam our herculean bodies and dilate. Stunned, they both mouth, “Holy, FUCK!” as their jaws drop. “Double bi, Davey!” I command and we both raise our arms and flex hard. At the same time, Davey’s cock inflates like a CO2 cartridge has detonated in his shaft as the monstrous organ slaps up into his thick, grinding abdominal wall. “On your knees!” I thunder to the cops as I lower my bulging arms, place one fist around my thick cock and begin to stroke the massive, pre cum slick apendage. I step towards the two astonished men and they fall to their knees, drawing their weapons and pointing them towards me and Davey. “Bad move, you stupid little fucks!” I bellow as I snatch both guns from their grasp in one swift movement of my free hand, still stroking my hungry cock with the other. I open my palm before the trembling cops so they can see their weapons before I slowly close my powerful fingers around the pathetically weak metal and form a fist, the guns simply being merged and molded into a single, useless ball of steel by my limitless power. As I drop the metal ball to the floor, both cops stare up at my heaving mass, drooling, and begin to fumble at their belts and zippers, their own cocks now painfully solidified, throbbing and saluting Davey and me - Gods of power whose mere presence elicits an irresistible worshipful and sexual response from both men, their supposed masculinity and illusion of control and power immediately stripped away by merely being in the presence of such godly creatures. “Go ahead, little slaves, strip before your Gods!” I rumble as I push my cock down towards them and motion Davey to join me in front of our newest toys. “But first, radio for back-up.” I grin as I flex my cock, causing pre cum to flow and coat both trembling, but apparently grateful, little men. Turning to Davey, I smirk: "Time to grow, Bro!" We both close our eyes and I feel the orgasmic bliss of muscle and sinew stretching, growing, and expanding all over my powerful body. I hear Davey thunder, “Oh, YES, Brye . . . become a GOD!” and I open my eyes to see his huge hyper-muscled body seemingly drop away from me as I grow. He remains at a swole size larger than any other human, but I explode with muscular size and sinew as I rise. He turns and runs out the front door to see my thick, muscle-bound torso explode through the roof of the house. As I continue to grow, I lean forward and look over my jutting pectorals and down to my feet. Our two worshipful little cops simply popped and smeared to an unrecognizable paste as my feet expanded in the wreckage of the house. The two bugs did not have a chance to escape. I lift one bloodied foot, place it on top of their pulped remains and grind them to a liquified paste unrecognizable as anything that had once been human. I grin, halt my expansion at about one hundred feet of thick, swole, bone crushing muscle as sunlight glistens off of my inhumanly thick, powerful frame. My flaccid cock, twice the size of a man, hangs, twitching, at twelve feet of thick, pulsing vein covered meat. I crash through the remains of the house and plant my feet on either side of Davey who gazes up at me in awe and lust. He falls to his knees and screams, “You ARE a GOD, Brye! THANK YOU for leaving me this size so that I can behold you in reality as I always have envisioned you to be in my head. Oh, FUCK!” He grabs his saluting cock and squeezes. “I just KNEW it!” he gushes. I grin at his recognition and adulation, reach down and lift my cock and wag it over his head as it begins to inflate and lengthen at his worshipful stance and words. “HA! HA! HA!” I thunder as I taunt my tiny friend, “Now I KNOW you’ve always worshipped me, bug! Thanks for believing enough in those spells to awaken the titanic fucking BEAST that I truly am.” I instinctively know what he longs to hear and I continue in my deep, booming voice, “You will now SERVE me the way you have always wanted to, Davey . . . as my pathetic little BITCH, boy! Do you understand me, you worthless little muscle-faggot?” (He doesn’t realize, yet, that I want a companion and that I will, again, make him a massive muscle giant to be with me as I did earlier.) Davey’s shocked and frightened look at hearing my pronouncement surprises me, so I soften my face and smile, the yards of gleaming white enamel sparkling in the sunlight. The ten feet tall muscle beast, which I allowed him to remain, relaxes realizing that I am just rewarding him for the gift of Godhood which he bestowed upon me . . . I am treating him as he longed to be treated by me. He crawls up to my feet and begins licking the cops’ blood from my toes. “Oh, YES, my God!” he responds as he looks up, his eyes slowly roaming the vast expanse of my terrifyingly large and bulging, rock-solid musculature. His eyes hesitate as he sees my hardening, now two-story long cock, thicker than a bus, with pendulous balls churching beneath its base in the man-sized nut-sack resting on my expansive, rippling quads. “I have ALWAYS been, and will always be, your fucking little bitch-boy. I exist only for you, Brye . . . you ARE my GOD!” Neighbors have poured out of their houses and into the street witnessing what is unfolding. Most are frozen in fear seeing and hearing what has transpired. Some have run to their cars and are backing from driveways to try to get away from such a titan. Others, like three college jock bodybuilders that live two doors down, have cautiously approached me, THE Alpha Male, the embodiment of the muscle and power they long for and spend countless hours in the gym trying to attain. I focus on the three respectfully sized and muscled men and slowly lower down on one knee. I notice a car with four occupants driving on the street between me and the little bodybuilders as I lower. My cock slaps into the street as my knee obliterates the road just a little further down the street. The car collides with a large, immovable object: my cock head. The car is stopped dead in it tracks. My cock pusles larger with the light stimulation of the crash. “Davey, come out and meet our three little admirers.” I boom to Dave who walks around my nutsack, setting on the ground, and around my cock and wrecked car in the street. He continues across the street to tower over the more than six feet tall bodybuilders. “How the fuck?!?!” one of the muscled little creatures blurted out as he saw super stacked and hung Dave approach, towering over them. “We know both of you kids! How can this be happening?” At the same time, I boomed from above, “You can see all of our lust inspiring bodies, little muscle-sluts, but we can only see your arms and legs. Only fair if we can compare, don’t you think?” I can hear people screaming for help from within the car that clocked my cock, apparently unable to open their doors. My cock twitches, lifting from the pavement and coming down on the hood of the vehicle, compressing the engine and causing the rear tires to lift from the pavement. The high pitched screams of the occupants increases. The three bodybuilders just stand there, drooling and dripping, unable to comprehend what is happening, but their internalized and lustful desire for what I am is obvious. I thunder, “Strip, NOW, worthless little fucks!” To emphasize their fate if they don’t obey, I form a fist and, with one swift movement, flatten another car full of bugs trying to turn around in the street and escape. The force of my blow instantly splatters the puny humans in the car as it entombs their remains in the pancaked vehicle. All three immediately strip as quickly as they can and just stand there. I examine them. All in great shape, endowed with above average cocks, now semi-hard after my little demonstration of superiority. “Any of you lust after guys?” I ask as I flex, all of my elephantine muscle bulging obscenely. Almost in unison I hear them sputter, “No, Sir! Oh . . . H-H-Holy. FUUUUUCK!” as their little cocks spring up, slapping their abs and saluting their object of desire. David, of course was already drooling, rock-hard, and pre-cum flowing. “Davey, flex for them.” I command and David hits a mind blowing double bi, his cock proudly pointing up to his thick chest overhang, and dripping pre-cum. They all fall to their knees before us. “Any of you lust for real power?” I sneer as I flex my two story long, cock, hold it over the car of screaming people. “Having REAL Power, little bugs,” I continue, “is being able to mindlessly flex your cock and snuff out four full-grown men without lifting a finger!” I relax my cock and it smashes down directly on top of the wrecked vehicle full of screaming bugs. The screaming stops abruptly as the car flattens beneath the bulk of my hardening cock. Glass, metal shards, and blood spray from beneath my tool as it twitches and vibrates with the stimulation, pre-cum flowing onto the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Cum rockets from the three throbbing little cocks with the sound of the snuff-by-cock and car demolition. ”I see you ALL totally lust for what I am, as it should be, my little toys. It can be no other way. You three little worms lust after something you can never have nor attain. How incredibly pathetic you are!” I spoke to them. “It would be cruel to allow you to live in such turmoil and agony!” The smaller of the three stands and turns to run as he is overshadowed by my massive hand reaching to lift him from the ground, screaming and kicking. The other two grab their cum slick dicks and stroke at the sight of their friend being handled like nothing but a worthless little toy at the hands of a muscle-bound giant! With that, David prostrates himself and chants so that I and all others present can hear. I close my eyes as he begins to speak. With the world as His playground, All mankind will know Brye’s unlimited power, His carnage to show Of these weak little humans, Worshipful service he craves, Or this beast will destroy them, His insolent slaves. As his powerful muscles, Unrivaled in size, Cause all life to tremble, His lusts will arise. No power can stop The desires he fulfills, As with bloody rampages, He destroys and he kills. I open my eyes when he finishes and growl as I clench my fist containing the struggling little insect. He is reduced to a crimson goo dripping from my fist as I state matter-of-factly, “Willingly or unwillingly, all human infestation on this planet will serve me as their God and are only useful for my purposes and pleasure.” Everyone gathered and gawking begins scream and stampede towards a church at the end of the street, except the two remaining bodybuilders staring, slack jawed, at the remains of their friend dripping from my fist. I grin, lift my fist to my lips and lap the iron-rich snack from my hand. I know the remaining two are mine. To the larger of the two, I speak, “I want you to understand what happens to you, weak little man. Grab a lizard from the grass.” He obeys immediately with a quick snatch and holds the wriggling, squirming little lizard in his hand. “Now, close your eyes and hold the weak squirming little thing against your cock.” I order. He does and I hear him moan as he begins to slowly stroke. “Now imagine he is your friend that is kneeling next to you. He is now small, weak, and INSIGNIFICANT! The power you have over this struggling little form is intoxicating, isn’t it? You long to CRUSH him against your hard cock, don’t you, little man? To be powerful, in control? You hold his PATHETIC and WORTHLESS life in your hand!” I taunt as I see him squeeze hard. He feels the snapping of the little creature’s bones and the warm blood on his cock as he strokes and crushes his little sex toy against his cock and begins to cum. His eyes shoot open in horror. He looks over at his friend who stares at him with a look of betrayed disgust. They both see my hand approaching to scoop them up. They scream, raising their feeble arms in an attempt to fend me off. I snatch the larger one from the ground and he recognizes the sickening feeling of a quick ascent before being pressed against a musky, hard and hot, fleshy surface, slick with some hot, salty slick substance. It throbs painfully against him as he begins to slide up, then down, slowly, at first. The speed picks up, as does the pressure on his puny body from the fist in which he is trapped. “Oh, FUCK!” the doomed little powerhouse thinks to himself, “He is going to crush and smear me on his giant cock to get off! Oh, GOD, no!!!” But there is no one to hear his thoughts or respond to his futile plea. “NNNPH! NO!” the doomed little bodybuilder tries to yell, but his face is being crushed and rubbed against my massive penis, pleasuring me as the lizard had stimulated him. He knows what is coming and knows there is nothing he can do to stop it, but struggles anyway, just as his lizard had done in a pathetically futile attempt to survive. As I squeeze harder, he can’t help but cum again as he succumbs to pure power. I stand as I snatch the worthless little muscle-slut from the ground and begin brutally stroking him on my solid, godly cock. The one smaller bodybuilder left watches my muscles flex and balloon as I stroke his friend up and down my gigantic cock and screams up to me, “You ARE a GOD! Thank you for sparing me . . . I will do ANYTHING! I am YOURS, Master!” Still stroking, I reach down and lift this sniveling worm from the ground and lift him to my face. “You want to help my godly muscles grow even larger and more powerful, worthless worm?” I grin evilly. He begins to struggle to no avail. “How can I help a God grow?” he whimpers despondently knowing the answer will spell his demise. “Protein snack, bug!” I state flatly as I tilt my head back and lift him over my open, cavernous mouth. I let him dangle there, briefly, letting his fear and terror crescendo along with his shrieks before dropping him in. I move him around my mouth with my tongue, kicking, screaming and punching in the hot, moist darkness, before positioning him between my molars. I relish the slow snapping of bones and pops of organs as I slowly clench my jaws shut. I am rewarded with the delicious spurt of his exploding body flooding my taste buds. “Mmmmmm.” I purr. Davey runs up to my feet and screams up, “Please, Brye, let me feel you crush him against your powerful cock meat!” I grin at Davey’s lust to feel power and lift him to my stroking death fist and place him on the outside while carefully wrapping my other palm around him to hold him in place. He is now sandwiched between the stroking fist and my other palm holding him against the death fist so he can feel the vibrations of the cock-kill. I slowly stroke with both hands while increasing pressure with the death-fist wrapped around my throbbing cock and toy. Davey can hear the screams and cries of the compressing little bug, then the snapping of bones and, finally, the explosion of the puny sack of flesh against my more powerful cock as the weak little thing succumbs to becoming my cock lube. I feel Davey’s cock jettison his load on the back of my death-fist as his body reacts to the feel of the little toy’s explosion against my shaft and the pressures of being contained within a virtual cocoon of my massive and powerful fists. He knows my dark desires and that I could just as easily decided to obliterate his puny body at the same time. What he doesn’t know is the tremendous self-control it took for me not to squish him against the back of my hand and ingest his remains. I remove my palm containing Davey and lift him to my face. “Oh, GOD! THANK YOU, Brye!” he pants. He doesn’t know why I am drooling and licking my lips as I set him on my shoulder and turn to walk to the church at the end of the street. That’s okay. Let him assume I am thinking of the church as an all-you-can-eat buffet. As booming, quaking footsteps arrive at the church, I imagine the fear of the little people huddled in side and reach down to stroke my gory cock in anticipation. I set Davey down in the cemetery before turning around and knocking the steeple off of the building. With that done, I reach on either side of the building, pierce it below the roofline with my trunklike fingers, and lift the entire roof from the building. I toss that to the side and peer in to the sanctuary. I only see the priest cowering at the front and praying feverishly. I know the whole neighborhood came in this building. Where could they be? I can hear the priest babbling, “Oh, God, help me in my hour of need and protect those in your care.” “Are you talking to ME?” I bellow as his eyes remain closed and he keeps repeating the same thing. I slowly stroke my cock, throbbing in anticipation, over the now open building. “LOOK AT ME!” I roar to the trembling priest. The priest, clinging to his book, opens his eyes and looks up. His eyes behold bulging, rippling muscle as the new ceiling to his church. All that swole man-beef blocking the sky rippling and bulging in use to stroke a massive phallus leaking into his sanctuary, pre-cum pooling and running in different directions. The hyper-masculine scent accosts his nostrils as he looks further up to see the massive, angry face of a teen that used to attend. “B-B-B-Brye?” he squeaks to the muscled deity looking down at him. “I prefer how you were addressing me before.” I spit in revulsion. I lower my hand towards him and press him back against the wall. “Tell me I am your GOD or I will splatter your worthless little body against this wall.” I order. I can feel his cock lurch and throb. “I know you always worshipped my godly body when I came here. I could always tell, ‘Father’. You wanted me. You want me now, but I’m WAY too much for a mere human to handle, I always have been.” I jeer. I release him from the wall and grab the organ by him in my fist and lift it like it weighs nothing. I raise my fist containing the massive instrument and squeeze, flexing my planetary biceps and forearm as I crush that organ to little pieces. It crumbles and little pieces bounce off of my hardened muscle, falling back into the sanctuary. “Oh, my GOD!” Father screams unable to hide his arousal and desire. Pre-cum continues to bubble from my slit and rope to the pews below. “Much better, ‘Father’!” I continue. “Now, where is everyone hiding?” I ask. “No! Brye! I can’t.” he responds fearfully. I take my finger and swirl pre-cum around the massive, almost glowing, mushroom head of my cock before flicking the pulped, unrecognizable remains of my previous cock-toy off of my shaft and into the sanctuary, landing by the priest. “Oh, God! What have you done, Brye?” the priest asks in a shaky voice as he looks upon the puddle of what is still obviously human remains. As he looks back up, I flex my arm over the sanctuary again, turn my head, extend my long tongue and lick the cable sized veins pulsing just under the surface of my skin, almost worshipping the powerful biceps muscles. I then lower my fist and extend the pre-cum coated finger to my lips and suck it in before removing it from my mouth and licking my lips slowly, sensually. “‘Father’, I can grant you your desires. Just tell me where everyone is.” I coax. “I know what you long for, what you lust after. Would your former god give you this if you do what he asks of you?” I taunt as I reach over to the cemetery, grab David and bring him to the sanctuary, setting the nude, massively swole Adonis before the priest. “Tell me where they are, ‘Father’, and he will let you do whatever you want to him, or he to you. Just tell me where they are, and he’s yours!” I grin to the conflicted little man. “David, flex hard for your little admirer.” David flexes his teen bulk to obscenely striated and thick, granite hard orbs of muscle, his cock, once again, rising to salute Brye’s voice and herculean presence. The priest looks up at Brye, then back to the massively muscled boy flexing just for him. “You ARE a God! But, what are you going to do to them?” he whispers longingly as he reaches out his hand and runs it over Davey’s thick, hard body. “Look at me, ‘Father’.” I order and he looks into my dark eyes. I shake my godly cock over his head. “I think you’d like to watch what I’m going to do them, insect. I’m going to use this train sized god-cock to give them all what they desire, as well. I will rape and fuck them all until they are just bloody smears upon this godly alter.” I shake my throbbing cock over him. “MMMMMM! FUCK, yeah, BUG! There will be NOTHING left of them” “Oh, God, YES! They are all hiding in the basement, my God! Use them to bring you pleasure, my Master! Take them all as a living sacrifice and use them as you will, my terrifying King and God!” he bleated, salvia spraying from his mouth. “Good, boy, ‘Father’.” I commend. Turning to Davey, “David, fuck this self-serving little bug.” David grabs the priest and rips off his robes like they were tissue. He pushes him face down onto the alter and roughly impales him with his long, thick fuck pole. The priest screams out, “OH, GOD, YES! FUCK ME!” as David begins to brutally rape his ass as he continually whimpers, “More, please, God, more!” After David finishes piston-fucking the little bastard and fills him with his spunk, I reach in and pluck the priest from David’s tool. “Now, ‘Father’, I know what you have really always wanted . . . ME! Why settle for a substitute.” I hold him up to one flexed arm. “WORSHIP ME, YOU PATHETIC FLEA!” I boom, loud enough for the basement dwellers to hear. He is now so far lost in lust that, even with his torn and bleeding ass, he begins licking, kissing, and sucking at the sweaty flesh of my biceps, his little cock bobbing hard before him. “Who is your God, little man?” I ask loudly. He now screams, almost in ecstasy, “YOU ARE, BRYE! YOU are my GOD and I will serve and worship you all the days of my life!” I take his little body and place it on one hard, boulderous pectoral, I drag him over the vast surface and down to my head-sized nipple and under the overhang of my pec, then down over the massive bricks and ridges of my abdominals, battering him against my hard body the whole way. I lift him and hold his bruised and bleeding body in front of my pulsing, leaking cock head. “I baptize you into ME!” I growl as I thrust him against my cock and let my steaming pre-cum cover his body. “You WILL worship me all the days of your life, you minuscule little fuck wad!” I simmer as I position his rigid little cock over my slit and lower him until he is laying across my crown, licking, kissing, humping and crying uncontrollably. I envelope my cock head with my fist, with the worthless bug splayed beneath it, and squeeze slowly. I hear his faint cries as I begin to twist and squeeze, but his words are not what I expect. “I have always been yours, my perfectly muscled and powerful boy. You have always been my God of muscle and power. Use me as you will. Crush me with your power and make me yours forever!” “Oh, FUCK, YEAH!” I bellow at his self-sacrificial worship. I clench my fist on my cock head and relish the feel of such a puny little body crushing and pulping under my power. I twist his flattened corpse across the sensitive glans and moan. I lift my hand and look in my palm. Mixed with my pre-cum are the bloody, flattened remains of the little prick. I grin, lap the mess from my hand and swallow. “Your prayer is answered, fucking freak.” “Now, for the neighbors.” I rumble to Davey as I reach in, extricate him from the sanctuary, and set him back in the cemetery. I reach down and around to wrap my bulging arms around the roofless church. With a light flex of my chest and arms, I cause the puny structure to implode upon itself, sealing the basement exit for good. Assuming a push-up position, my upper body exploding with muscular power, I position my massive famished cock as a ramrod into the basement of the church. With a slow flexion of my incredibly rounded ass, I slowly drive my cock into the earth until I feel the solid block wall of the basement. I grin as I flex a bit more, feeling the block give way to the impossible pressure of my cock’s slow grind forward. I stop when I feel my cock head punch into the basement, the rough, broken block on the flared ridge of my crown a pleasant, lust building stimulation. I can feel the pre-cum pumping from my piss slit and a brief pounding sensation that quickly ceases. -------- Inside the basement, the people who thought they had fled to a safe refuge hear the events that take place above them. Fear strikes terror in their hearts as they hear their spiritual leader succumb to desire and confess the titanic muscle beast as his GOD. They hear their former priest offer them as an offering to the behemoth and then openly worship the titanic beast. A period of silence and then they hear the terrible crash of the building coming down as it was smashed by Brye, then . . . more silence. Someone tries the basement exits, but they are all jammed tight. They murmur amongst themselves in the room lit with flashlights. How could this be happening? Wasn’t this there neighbor’s boy? Hadn’t they watched him grow into a strapping young man? Suddenly, they seem to feel the ground trembling. People against one wall hear cracking sounds and see fractures appear on the wall. Then the wall explodes inwards and part of the basement is filled with a massive, pulsing flesh with steaming, slimy liquid pulsing from a large, gaping slit in its center. They immediately all know what this is as the pre-cum begins to cover the floor mixing with the blood. An intoxicatingly strong, masculine aroma fills the space . . . they can actually smell sex, lust, and power and know that they are doomed. Two men lay trapped beneath the massive cock-head, screaming and beating upon it. This proves to be a fatal mistake as the stimulation causes it to swell, crushing the two bodies until they POP, spraying the remaining puny humans with blood and gore as they scream and beg for mercy. -------- I slowly begin a rhythmic fucking, pushing my cock further and further into the basement until it touches the back wall. Every time I connect with the back wall, I feel some POPS and bask in the thought that my mild fuck is exploding bodies with each thrust.. As I slide my fuck pole back and forth in the basement, I can feel tiny hands, feet, arms, legs, and bodies stimulating my crown and shaft. SO intoxicating, this new feeling of fucking a crowd! Even with that, it is such a loose fuck space! I dig my hands into the earth and begin to compress the basement space in around my lust filled log. As I do, I begin to feel a warm, gritty lube upon my shaft as the pressure of my crushing the basement in towards my bucking cock progresses. My muscles bulge with powerful, crushing forces as I close my eyes and imagine all those fucking bugs clamoring to escape the inevidable. Mmmm . . . those puny little bodies cracking, snapping, popping, and squishing against my blood thirsty cock just to pleasure their God. I squeeze both my hands together around my cock-containing basement and flex my ass hard in a final thrust as the volcanic eruption of the release of my godly seed floods any remaining spaces beneath the church and fountains from any exit from the earth above.. I have kept my promise to that fucking priest of what I would do with his offering! -------- Inside the basement, the people are screaming at the grisly death of two of their own beneath just the dickhead of this massive teen creature. Then the monstrous appendage begins to move in and out, deeper and deeper into the basement, leaving streams of pre-cum coating everything it slides by. The flashlights are smashed and all is dark. Every time the massive crown hits the back wall, there are muffled screams and SPLATS as blood rains throughout the dark tomb. There is more rumbling and cracking, the side walls begin to crack and cave in, forcing everyone closer to the appendage rhythmically raping the space in which these doomed little insects try to hide. Both men and women come to the realization, to late, that this titanic, virile, teen is, indeed, a God and their minds snap. They rub, kiss, and hump the deity’s monstrous cock in an effort to appease the beast. They die in painful ecstasy as they are pulped and crushed against God’s cock before it stops moving, swells, and explodes with white-hot jiz. The pressure of the ejaculation of such volume and pressure in such a confined space thoroughly mixes the bloodied remains with Gods seed before shooting from the ground above at any fissure and outlet. -------- I pull my still-hard cock from the hole in the ground and stand, dripping, onto the wreckage of the church. Davey runs up to the hole left by my cock, not a pond of crimson cum, dips his hand in and drinks hungrily of my gory seed. I look up as I hear sirens in the distance. I can see not just several police cars heading our way, but several military vehicles, as well. “Well, Davey, time for more fun!” I smile down to David as I stroke my satisfied cock and squeeze out the last voluminous squirt of cum. “Wanna grow?” “FUCK, yeah, Brye!” David gushes as he lifts his thick, muscle-corded arm and wipes the bloody cum dripping from his lips. I grin down to him and whisper, “Not yet, my insatiable and blood-thirsty little friend. Let’s have more fun at a more ‘normal’ size. How about being a couple of seven feet tall, thick, striated and unstoppable muscle-bound teens . . . the only survivors of the beast that obliterated this pathetic little town and then vanished before our eyes. At least that’s our story!” Davey grins and closes his eyes as he quietly chants: We must now diminish In position and size, Our true power and stature To others disguised. In brawn and in might As gods still we appear, Though more human in form Our supremacy clear. As we toy with these insects Instill them with dread, They will cum in pure worship, As their blood we will shed. I feel a slight vertigo as I witness the ground appear to rise and my height comes down to seven feet of thick and bulging muscles. I look David in the eyes and grin. Now the same height, I pull his rock-hard and powerful body into mine and invade his mouth with my long tongue, a deep, passionate kiss for my “creator” as reward. I can taste the bloody pre cum still in Davey’s mouth and swirl the smooth, warm liquid within our mouths. Both of our cocks surge and we grind them into our thickly bricked abdominals as our massive hands cup each others rippling globes of ass muscles and pull in close. Our thick pectorals fight for space between our behemothic bodies. I break our lip-lock and Davey runs his hands over my jutting pectorals, down my abdominals, and wraps his fist around the base of my cock. I grab his wrist and pull his hand away. “We need to find a couple of sheets to wrap around our waists before the cops and military arrive.” I boom as I slap his ass, lingering on the hard inundating ball of muscle and begin walking to a house across the street from the demolished church. Davey follows, no doubt admiring my wide, rippling back and my tight, muscled ass rising and falling with each step I take. When we reach the house, I effortlessly rip the door out of the frame, duck, and walk into the house. I find a couple of sheets in a bedroom and we wrap them over our shoulders and cover our bodies, hiding, for the time being, our Herculean musculature from the soon to be arriving squads of officers. “Come on, Dave.” I say, “Let’s go sit on the curb . . . no reason to alert them to our true size before they arrive. About that time, two State Trooper cars and two military vehicles come around the corner and stop in front of us. Two cops get out of each car and about a dozen soldiers leap from their vehicles, rifles at the ready as they start to run over to what’s left of the church, but stop and sniff the air. I hadn’t noticed until then the intensely musky and masculine scent of sex and cum that permeates the air. I notice the officers faces begin to flush as they reach down and adjust their crotches. The military sergeant comes back to the policeman and states flatly, “I’ve never seen anything like this. The church is completely destroyed and the basement is a crater full of hot and thick white, blood laced liquid containing bits and pieces of mashed bodies. There are MASSIVE foot and hand prints in the area. I know the priest called, but there’s no sign of him or anyone else around . . . just these two boys.” The remaining soldiers come up behind their sargent as all the men gather around Davey and me. The police sergeant comes over to us and asks, “What happened here, boys? Where is everyone?” David looks up and responds, “We hid, sir, when we saw a giant muscle-man come into town. He brutally snuffed some people and the rest of the town ran to the church for protection. My friend Brye here and I hid in this house until everything became quiet. We came out just before you arrived” “A giant, huh?” the cop mutters in disbelief. Eyeing both of us, he asks, “Where are your clothes, boys? Why are you wrapped in sheets? Here . . . let me help you up.” With that, he steps over and places his hand on Brye’s upper arm to assist help him from the curb. His hand doesn’t even reach partially across the expanse of Brye’s inhumanly bulging and solid triceps rippling beneath the sheet. The cop pulls his hand back, “DAMN, son! You boys are fucking HUGE . . . and solid!” “We do work out, Sir.” I respond as I look at Davey and we both stand and walk over to the closest police car. Almost in unison we hear the crowd of about sixteen stocky men exclaim, “Holy FUCK!” in a whisper as their necks crane to look up at our hulking, thick, and wide seven feet tall forms. I can almost feel their eyes roaming our bodies and trying to figure out what the sheets draping over us are covering. I see all of their eyes bulge from their sockets as they scan down and see massive diamond shaped calves the size of their heads, mapped with pumping veins, flexing over feet that must be at least a size twenty. I see most men adjusting their awakening manhoods at the sight of two massive teens . . . seeing us, the musky aroma of cum and sex permiates the air from the fucked-to-pieces church. I look the cop closest to me in the eyes and grin. As I lift my arms and throw my shoulders back, the sheet falls to the ground behind me. My thick, foot long cock drapes over my grapefruit sized, churning nuts nestled atop my mounds of obscenely massive quads. Pre-cum ropes to the pavement and pools. The cop’s mouth drops open in disbelief. “Oh my GOD!” he exclaims as he gasps at the enormous muscle-teen flexing before him. Still covered by his sheet, Davey falls to his knees looking at me. I see all crotches begin to bulge as little dicks began to salute the true alpha prime. The police sergeant who had felt my arm earlier shuffles up to me and places his hand on my biceps which are larger than his head and tries to dent the granite hard sinew. I flex and he pisses himself, even though his little dick is hard and throbbing at the sight of such titanic masculine perfection. I feel myself growing and expanding as Davey begins his worshipful thoughts of me as a brutal and beastly deity. All eyes are on me as I flex and my sex-thirsty cock inflates. “I am the giant, you pathetic little fucks.” I raise my arms and flex as I reach a height of thirty feet of dancing, diamond hard muscle. The military sergeant draws his pistol and empties his clip, all bullets bounce harmlessly off of my impenetrable flesh. I scowl and snatch him from the ground, easily encircling his torso in my fist as he sputters and struggles uselessly in my grasp. The four cops back away cautiously as the troops raise their rifles and aim at me, trembling. “Drop your useless weapons.” I thunder. They all hesitate and look at each other, their commander squeezed in my fist and unable to bark any commands to his men. The cops run and jump in their cars, locking their doors. I see them frantically fumbling with their radios. With my free hand, I reach down and slowly stroke my man thick cock, cable like veins pulsing the steely hard shaft. I lift a massive foot and place it on top of one of the cop cars as I sneer, “Fucking insects!” My quads explode with size and power as I slowly lower my foot, the two cops raising their arms to the roof inside as the tortured metal squeals. The car begins to compress as the cops in the other car and the soldiers watch, stunned by my incredible size, power, and brutality. “This is you bugs alive,” I thunder, “This is bugs dead!” I drive my foot to the ground, flattening the car beneath my sole instantly and cratering the pavement. Blood and gore shoots from beneath my foot as the car and living beings it contains are pancaked flat. “Do you really want to piss off a god that can snuff you without a second thought, worms?” I continue,“Drop your weapons and strip . . . NOW!” The eleven soldiers immediately comply and I grin to the sergeant in my fist. I speak to the trembling sergeant with disgust, “They obviously take orders from me, now, so what use are you?” I lower him to my cock-head pulsing pre-cum continuously. “You’re not a man! You’re nothing but a pathetically weak little toy to the titanic and godly alpha beast that I AM.” I coat his little head with my steamy pre-cum as he spits, sputters, and coughs. The little thing is only about the size of my overpowering god-cock. I chuckle. He whimpers and begins to lap at my slit, kissing it and drinking of my nectar. “Good little bug!” I grin.

Here now is a re-telling of an old archive favorite, Changed and molded to be my own take on the original story - "Travis Joins the Polo club." DISCLAIMER: all parties in this story are University Students who are OF AGE. Let there be no confusion on that. It is established here and now - and on the first page of the comic. I will probably post further updates here - But if you’d like access to the full story and more behind the scenes - concider stopping by my patreon at www.patreon.com/gymjunkiemuscle and pledging to support this artwork.

Ok guys, here’s the new story I’ve been working on. It’s of a similar size and scale to my last story "AJ & Noah". It’s told from the point of view of Woody (real name Sebastian Wood), a handsome, sassy, self assured (some might cocky) bodybuilder with a cheeky Instagram persona. Woody attends Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness; the only school in the world dedicated to turning its students into pro bodybuilders, where lessons include Posing Practice 101, Anatomy & Aesthetics and A History of Bodybuilding. There are a few references/Easter eggs to AJ & Noah and some of my other stories in here for anyone who’s familiar with them! I’ve got my friend @reeddune working on some illustrations too which I’ll be sharing soon. MUSCLE UNIVERSITY One I open my eyes and this feeling of warmth washes over me. I genuinely can’t remember the last time I woke up this happy. I look over to my best friend Emily lying in the bed next to me and she gives me this happy knowing grin. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about last night. Just two friends getting a bit drunk and going to the local gay club. But everything about it was awesome. The atmosphere. The people. And I just want to do it all over again. “How’s the head?” she asks me. I smile and shrug under the duvet of her bed. “I feel fine!” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe how much attention you were getting last night!” I beam back at her. “I’m used to it!” I reply cheekily. Even though I’m actually not. At least not these days. Emily grins and playfully rolls her eyes. “I loved it when that guy asked to feel my biceps!” I say excitedly. Emily giggles. “And then his mate joined in!” she says. “They were so funny!” I turn away from her and look up to the ceiling. God I love this room. This house. This town. Everything here is so … normal. It’s the complete opposite to my life at my own university. And now I feel a sudden pang of sadness at the realisation that none of this is mine. It’s Emily's. This is her room. In her student house. In her university town. And I’ll be going back to my (exceptionally not normal) student life in a few hours time. “I’m just surprised you didn’t meet someone and abandon me like you normally do!” Emily quips, with one eyebrow raised. I look over at her and smirk. “I probably should have done! It’s pretty much my only chance to pull these days!” “Seb, there must be other gay guys at your uni?” I pull a face. “You would think!” It might sound a little crazy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I was the only gay guy at my university. We stay silent for a while. “Is that club open again tonight?” I ask. She looks at me suspiciously. “Yeah?” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down. “What if I didn’t go back today and we go out again tonight?” What If I don’t go back at all, I think. “Erm … don’t you have an exam tomorrow morning?” I pull a face. “Meh!” Emily grins at me. I know she’d love me to stay another night, but we both know that I’m going to be sitting on that train back to Scotland in a few hours time. I sigh, pull the duvet down and look at the thick, perfectly pumped pecs bulging off my chest. “What do you think, boys? Do you wanna go back to Scotland today? Bounce once for yes, twice for no!” Then I bounce my pecs twice. Emily giggles in response. “The pecs have spoken!” I exclaim. She giddily beams back at me and everything suddenly feels good again. I love who I am when I’m with Emily. I love who I am when I’m here. It’s different to how I am at my own university. I don’t feel like I have to put on a front. I’m not competing with anyone. I can let my guard down. I can relax. I guess (like everything else here) I can be normal. Well, as normal as a sixteen stone bodybuilder with arms twice the size as most lads’ my age can be. A few hours later and we’re at the train station, my holdall thrown over one of my ridiculously broad shoulders. My train leaves in fifteen minutes and I want to get a good seat. As much as I love visiting Emily, the seven hour train journey to get there and back is never exactly fun. “Are you still coming down for your birthday next month?” she asks. “Yeah! Of course!” I can’t imagine spending my birthday at my own university. Jesus. How fucking depressing would that be? A couple walk past us; a boy and a girl. They both stare at me as they do and the girl pulls a funny face and looks at the boy wide eyed. Emily looks at me and we both grin. “Jeez! It’s like no one has ever seen a bodybuilder before!” I say. Emily laughs. “You’re definitely a novelty down here!” Something pulls in my stomach. A desire. This is what I want to be. What I should be. A novelty. A rare thing. Something out of the ordinary. This is what I want all the time. I suddenly feel a heavy sadness that I have to leave. “Do your think your uni would let me transfer down here?” I ask Emily. She gives me a sad smile. I know the answer to that one. “I’m not really sure if they’d be able to match your course!” I roll my eyes and manage to smile. Of course they fucking wouldn’t. No other university in the world would be able to match my course. I’m stuck there for another two and a half years. And then … well then there’s a very good chance that I’ll get to live my dream. It’s one small mercy I guess. The light at the end of the tunnel. The one thing I cling to during my shittiest days. Luckily the train isn’t that busy so I manage to have two seats to myself for the entire journey. On the journey down here two days ago some unfortunate fucker had to sit next to me. Because I’m basically built like a brick shithouse, I was spilling over onto his seat. The poor bastard was squashed up with half of his body hanging out into the aisle. Of course, there are some guys out there who would probably enjoy sitting next to me. Some who’d probably walk over hot fucking coals for a chance to be squashed up against my huge, muscular body in fact. The randy buggers. I divide my journey time up by revising for tomorrow's exam, listening to Spotify, staring at how huge and devastatingly sexy I am in the reflection of the train window (did I mention I’m a bit of a handsome fucker as well as being a two hundred and thirty pounds bodybuilder?) and thinking about how I’m going to spend the evening when I get back to my dorm room. By the way, you heard that right. I live in a shared fucking dorm room. Ugh. Just like the ones you see in all those films set in American colleges. Two beds. Two people. Two complete strangers chosen at random by a computer being forced to share a room. I mean … fucking seriously? My university is probably the only one in the UK that has them. They say it helps the students to bond. Really it’s just a cheaper way of housing us. It’s not like I can live off campus either. Trust me, I would if I could. But it's impossible. Because my university is in the middle of sodding nowhere. I’m complaining, but in actual fact, I’m one of the extremely lucky few first years who doesn't actually share his dorm room. Woo-hoo! My old roommate Craig (who was noisy, messy and had about as much banter as a brick) dropped out a few months ago so I have the whole room to myself. It’s mostly great, though there are times when I find myself getting a bit bored. There’s even been a few times where I’ve suddenly realised that I’m talking to myself. I have no idea what that’s about. Half way through the train journey I go to use the toilet. There’s a big mirror on the wall. Christ, I look huge. I’m always a little taken aback when I see my reflection in a foreign mirror. And this is no exception. My shoulders look ridiculous, my famously thick pecs (at least in the world of online muscle fans) are bulging underneath my plain white t-shirt (you should see them in a vest!) and my arms look straight up fucking monstrous. I guess I’m kinda known for my arms. I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging, but you should see the size of my biceps. They just fucking explode off my arms when flexed. My triceps are pretty crazy too. I mean, at this point I’m basically just an all round freak. Strangers in the street would probably run away from me screaming if I wasn’t so bloody good looking with it. Which people feel the need to remind me about quite a lot on Instagram. I’m always getting told how handsome I am by random users. And it’s not just on Instagram. I read a crazy comment on a muscle blog once where someone said I wouldn’t look too out of place in one of those American high school films where the hot jock guys always look way too old to be playing teenagers. I kinda loved reading that. Then I started imagining what kind of character I could play. I was thinking an unusually buff, British exchange student all the girls go crazy over but who’s actually secretly gay. Then some big Hollywood producer could snap me up and put me in a Marvel film as a superhero. Or as some mutant freak in the latest X-Men film (no CGI needed). I mess with my brown hair a little, which is getting a bit too long at the top, to restyle it. I turn my head to the side and look at my jawline in the reflection of the mirror. People are always mentioning my jawline on the Internet. Then I wiggle my eyebrows up and down and flash a big, cheesy grin at my reflection. And then I laugh at myself. Because I’m such a fucking knob sometimes. I lift my t-shirt up and HOLY ABS. God, I love my stomach muscles. They really fucking POP. It’s like I’ve got six big cobblestones trapped under my skin and they’re trying to burst out. They’re definitely amongst the best developed and most aesthetic abs of all the lads in my year. An idea pops into my head which I can’t resist following through with. I whip out my phone and take a picture of myself, flexing the bicep muscles in my right arm in the mirror while pulling a funny face. Then I load up Instagram and type a cheeky caption. Me and this bad boy bulging off my arm are on a train back to MU. Everyone keeps staring at me. It’s like they’ve never seen a muscle monster before. Weird! #huge #biceps #watchmegrow #freak4life #hellyeah #sexymonster And BOOM … the post is up and my sexy face and bulging biceps are out there for all the world to see. Or all twelve thousand of my Instagram followers anyway. My chest flutters with excitement at the thought of all the likes and comments that will, without question, soon come flooding in. As I walk (well, more like strut) through the carriage to return to my seat, practically every passenger looks up at me. I clock one guy I’m fast approaching who has his head buried in a book. I cough loudly as I walk towards him and he casually glances up. This comical, shocked expression takes over his face and his eyes look like they’re about pop out of their sockets when he looks at me. Ha! I give my new admirer a mischievous smirk as I strut past his seat. And no doubt half the carriage are now checking out my obscenely huge, round arse which is stuffed into my painted on skinny jeans. When I settle back into my seat I load up Instagram again on my phone. I feel a surge of excitement because (as predicted) the reaction to my latest post is crazy. The likes are going mad and new comments keep popping up. Someone calls me a “super freak” (love it). Another person says I’m “so so handsome”. I get called huge, unbelievable and some dude tells me he wants to get his hands on my biceps. The filthy bugger! I like every comment, and even reply to some. Thanking them, or saying “hell yeah” or “I need to get even BIGGER”. For some comments I just leave an emoji. One gets a winky face, another gets the emoji with the one eye closed and the tongue sticking out (I LOVE that one) and, fuck it, the guy who wants to feel my biceps gets the face blowing a kiss emoji. It’s flirty. It’s cheeky. It’s outrageous. And it’s so fucking ME. I love getting all that attention. I love making people go crazy. And I love turning people on. Knowing that they’re aroused by my huge muscles. God. It’s such a bonkers and powerful thought. I jump in the Uber I’ve booked when I get to my final station. The poor driver looks fucking terrified. As we drive to my campus this unsettling feeling churns in my stomach. This is the worst part about going to visit Emily at her university, or going back to my parents for long weekends or holidays; the horrible feeling I get whenever I have to return. If I were in a better mood, I might give my Uber driver a cheeky flex of my biceps before getting out of the car. Instead I say thanks and reluctantly get out. I pause as I look at the assortment of big brick buildings before me and the surrounding greenery. There’s nothing particularly remarkable about my university campus from the outside. It looks like any middle tier university in the UK. I breathe a deep sigh as I look at the only clue that this is anything but an ordinary university campus - a graphic image of an arm with big, flexed bicep muscles on the side of the Prince House building sitting next to the following words: “MONTGOMERY UNIVERSITY OF BODYBUILDING & FITNESS. MAKING TOMORROW'S TOP BODYBUILDERS.”

If you haven't read part 1 yet, click here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/18290-the-bodybuilder-pandemic-prologue/ Enjoy Part 2 - Chapter 1 - Waffles Harvey watched incredulously as Bjorn once again picked up his fork with gusto. A shiny drop of syrup dribbled down his chin. He looked like he was in heaven. “You might want to slow down there buddy,” Harvey said. Bjorn stopped chewing for a moment to consider this, but only a moment. Between mouthfuls of food he stammered “I feel like I haven’t eaten in years. These are awesome.” He pointed his green eyes at Harvey’s half eaten waffles. “You going to eat those?” Harvey pushed his plate forward in response and Bjorn got to work on them. “So uh, you said you’re in school?” “Yeah. Computer science. Year 3.” “And you’re not a bodybuilder?” “Dude, do I look like one?” There was real question in his eyes. He had clearly forgotte that, yes, he did in fact look like a bodybuilder. “You do, though maybe not for long.” Harvey glanced at the pancakes and then back at Bjorn, eyebrows raised. To his surprise the massive man sitting across from him dropped his fork and pushed the plate away. “I was just kidding! Besides, big guy like you needs the calories I’m sure.” Was he flirting? Harvey considered this for a moment. He realized he probably was and that was okay. “Nah, you’re right. I don’t know what’s going on but this is my chance. I’m not going to blow it by getting fat!” “Your chance at what?” Before he could answer the waiter appeared. “How are you two fellas doing?” He stared at the bigger man. Harvey might as well been invisible. Bjorn looked at Harvey, clearly suddenly shy. Harvey rolled his eyes and answered for his awkward new friend. “Great. Thanks. Just the bill please.” Bjorn started to protest Harvey paying for the whole bill, but he wouldn’t hear it. The waiter scooped up the plates and turned towards the kitchen. --- The waiter’s name was Kiran Buckley. He was 22, enrolled at the same college as Bjorn, and did not want to be at work. He ran his tongue across his teeth back and forth. He was nearing the end of his shift and couldn’t wait to be off work. He put the plates down for the Waffle House’s dishwasher and turned to his coworker, who was sipping a cup of coffee and also feeling pretty done with the night’s work. “Did you see the freak at table three,” he said to her. “He’s hot, you should give him your number.” “I don’t go for big guys like that. Not my type.” “I thought gay guys were all about the muscles and big dicks.” “Not me.” She shrugged and put her attention back into her coffee cup. Kiran stared at the bodybuilder chatting and the little older guy he was with. He had half-lied to his coworker. It was true that he usually wasn’t interested in muscle, but something about this guy cuaght his attention. He was different than the loud obnoxious jocks that sometime came in and made Kiran’s shift a living hell. The bodybuilder was quiet, shy actually, and sort of reminded the waiter of himself… He looked at the plates he had just cleared. Still a few bites of waffle. He looked around, this wasn’t his first time doing this. He wasn’t even hungry, he just liked the thrill of it. He stuffed the last bites in his mouth and gulped them down. “That’s disgusting.” His coworker’s eyes judged him over the steaming cup of coffee. She took a sip. “You’re going to get bodybuilder cooties,” she joked. “What even is that?” Kiran rolled his eyes. “It was just a joke.” “You’re a joke.” She laughed. “Probably. C’mon, half an hour to close. Lets get everyone paid and out that door.” “Okay.” The waitress emptied the rest of the coffee down her throat and set it down. Her and Kiran parted ways, both with credit card machine in hand-nobody paid with cash anymore. Kiran first hit up the bodybuilder and his friend. They paid and left. He went from table to table and slowly the late night clientelle of the Waffle House began to trickle out. As he made his way around the restauranthe found himself feeling restless, perhaps a little hot too. He tugged at the collar of his uniform as he felt a bead of sweat run down his back. Kiran hated being sweaty, even though it basically came with the job of waitering. “That’ll be 22 dollars,” he said to a sleepy looking couple in a booth by the window, he placed the credit card machine on the table with a loud THUNK. “Woah, sorry there, little heavy handed tonight.” The couple ignored him as the man inserted his credit card and began tapping on the buttons. Kiran flexed his hand open and closed in front of his face. He watched as little muscles bulged and undulated in his forearms. That was weird. Did they look bigger? They definitely looked bigger he decided. He also noticed some big veins crossing them that he’d never seen. Gross. “Hey,” the male patron tapped Kiran on the elbow. “We’re all done here.” “Thanks,” Kiran said distracted. “Have a good night.” He looked at his coworker with an irritated grimace and she came over to him. “You okay Kiran? You look a little… Pale.” “No. It’s too damn hot in here.” “No it’s not.” She looked at him for a beat before her eyes grew wide and a mischievous grin spread across her face. “Oooooh, told you, bodybuilder cooties.” “Shut up.” “Okay,” she turned to attend to some more tables. “No, wait. Can you finish up? I think I need to use the bathroom.” She tossed her hands up and shrugged, “whatever.” Kiran headed towards the bathroom. His head swam and his steps felt heavy and awkward. Feeling completely off balance, he swayed slightly as he cut his way through the sea of diner tables. He suddenly felt really heavy in his crotch, like a massive warm mass had settled in his cock and balls. He felt the former expanding as it began to grow hard. Not now, Kiran thought, that’s weird as hell. He wasted no time slipping into the staff washroom and slamming the door shut behind him. He locked it and jiggled the doorknob to double check the lock. Kiran didn’t know what was going on but the pulsing heat from his crotch and whatever affliction had taken over his body promised him that privacy would be an asset in the coming minutes. Kiran tried to worry about the sick feeling that enveloped him. His body ached as if he was in the worst phase of a bad flu. And he could feel his heartbeats in his head, each with a dull thud of pain. But he couldn’t focus on those things, all his attention was on his swollen, throbbing cock. “What do you want?!” He whispered angrily to it. It didn’t reply, but he stumbled forward awkwardly as the seat of his pants suddenly gave out. He felt behind him and gaped in confused shock. The globes of his ass had bubbled with muscle so much that they tore right through his jeans. He flexed and bounced them with his hands still feeling himself appreciatively. “Well I won’t complain about that,” he whispered to himself through gritted teeth. He suddenly had an odd, and somewhat horrible idea. What if his whole body was changing like his ass? Kiran didn’t mind having a muscled bubble butt, that still fit his aesthetic. But he’d be damned before looking like that bodybuilder freak from table 3. The palms of his hands slowly made their way up his hips, over some abs which did feel slightly blockier. That’s okay too, he thought. He winced as he felt them move over and then come to rest on a pair of newly juicy pecs. “Ah shit,” he said, not bothering to whisper anymore. He looked in the mirror and everything seemed to happen at once. He saw and heard his shirt begin to give out as his chest heaved through it. A split began in his collar and slowly crept down towards his abdomen as the thick muscle behind it swelled bigger and harder. As his shirt tore away there was no mistaking what he was becoming. His arms were stuffed inside his sleeves with a hose like vein protruding from them and running down his biceps towards veiny ham-like forearms. He looked at his hands with little recognition. The dainty fingers of Kiran past were replaced by meaty sausages. Texting is going to be a lot harder with those, he thought dryly. A pang from his dick brought one thickened hand down, and he gave himself a couple tugs before pulling his attention back on the mirror. How the fuck do I stop this?! He thought with renewed panic. Kiran had been so busy staring at the expanding musculature of his body that he hadn’t bothered to glance up. But if he had he would’ve been horrified to find a face that wasn’t quite what he was used to. He had all the same features, he was unmistakeably Kiran, but the edges of his face were sharper, more square. To most people he would now look much older than 22 now, but to those in the know he’d look like a 22 year old that had been hitting the juice hard since his teen years. He sighed a little as he felt his heartbeat begin to slow, the wooshing left his ears and the full effects of his transformation were clear to see. His sleeves had since split apart and his oversized limbs hung from the tatters awkwardly, giving them the look of a dumb ape’s. His pants were obliterated, revealing massively muscled quads, hams, and calves that were covered with cords of veins. His cock stood proudly from his overdeveloped lower body, as if to signal its appoval. Kiran put a beefy hand around it with the intention of relieving the tension that still throbbed uncomfortably there, but it flinched away as he heard a knock at the door. “Yeah?” He managed to yell out. He was both shocked and not-shocked to find that his voice had lowered into a smooth growl. “First off,” his coworker began, “you sound like shit and I hope you’re okay. But more importantly you better get out here and look at the news.” “Uh.” Kiran couldn’t imagine coming out of the bathroom looking the way he did, no matter what calamity was happening outside. “Unless you’re still puking or whatever. Then just look on your phone.” Kiran heard her footsteps retreating and fished his phone from the wreckage of his jeans on the floor. There were multiple news notifications from just the past few minutes. He pressed the first one with a clumsy oversized finger. A headline appeared: MYSTERIOUS ILLNESS: RESIDENTS ADVISED TO STAY INSIDE. He scrolled down. ‘Multiple cases have been confirmed of an infectious agent that causes spasms, confusion, and rapid muscle growth. So far transmission has only been observed from sharing body fluids. All residents advises to stay home until further information.’ Kiran sat back on the cool tile of the bathroom, cushioned by the powerful globes of his bubble butt. He tucked in his hairy diamnond shaped calves and let his head fall against the wall. His mind immediatley flashed back to the bites of that bodyuilder’s waffles and for the second time that night he said to himself “ah shit.” For more like this and to continue the story please follow me on Patreon (currently running a promo where every new patron gets a custom story - just DM me on Patreon after subscribing).

I hope you enjoy what happens to Matt, a worried teen who grows to realize his dreams. Introduction The shirt was torn, useless…he didn’t care. It wasn’t going to last much longer with a body like that. Already it was difficult to button the shirt stretched by his huge chest dominated by massive, hanging pec slabs and by his enormous back packed with muscle upon muscle. The sleeves barely contained his mountainous arms, so tight it was difficult to move them. He loved the look, he loved the sensation, back to the gym tomorrow. The session in front of the mirror had exhausted him. He pulled himself off the floor, but in doing so heard his pants rip along the seams of the thighs. A new shirt and pants would be required for work. He sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how he had grown to this size… Part 1 “Matty, can you hear me?” his dad yelled. “I’d like your help cleaning out the garage.” Matt Nelson’s father probably didn’t need his help as his father was a large, strong man capable of lifting and moving more things than Matt could imagine. Greg Nelson had been a professional bodybuilder for a number of years and even though he no longer competed he retained some of the fantastic physique from his earlier days. Greg Nelson competed for close to six years, but eventually gave it up after he married Matt’s mom and started a family. Twin brothers, Ethan and Logan, were born to the family five years before Matt. While raising his three boys Greg continued to work out at the gym but never to the same extent as in his younger days. Greg had hoped his boys would take up bodybuilding and tried to encourage them by installing a small gym in the basement for their use, but it never amounted to more than a few half-hearted attempts. It probably didn’t matter given their genetics. They were already athletic and excelled at most sports and were often the envy of other teammates due to their size and natural abilities. Greg decided he was happy if they were happy. Logan loved wrestling and competed throughout his high school years moving up a weight class each year finally making it to the heavyweights when he became a senior. Ethan played football as he was a large teen as well. Both boys developed into muscular young men always a little ahead of their peers in physical development. Even their beards and chest hair developed quicker much to the envy of the other guys at school Ethan and Logan would soon be departing for college and wouldn’t be around to be a role model or offer advice to their younger brother Matt. Greg wasn’t sure Matt would listen to them, but at least advice from an older brother might be more acceptable than advice from worrisome parents. Greg just hoped Matt would find himself and gain some confidence and self-direction. Matt was always the quiet kid and usually kept to himself. You could say he was a loner and Greg hoped he would grow out of that but couldn’t be too sure of it. Time would tell. But quiet Matt had observed his brothers and father. He was intimidated by their bodies and wondered if he would develop like they did. At age 14 Matt worried and felt insecure about his body. He wasn’t sure what would happen during puberty, but was convinced that his body wouldn’t necessarily develop in the same way. Matt frequently looked at himself in the mirror trying to see if his body was changing, but all he could see was a skinny kid. Tufts of hair had started to appear under his arms, on his legs, and around his cock. What if his body grew to the size of his brothers or even his father? Wouldn’t that be awkward and embarrassing? Think of the attention he would get from everybody. Shy, loner Matt wasn’t sure he wanted any of that. But what if…? Was there a way he could get a sense of what it would look like? He had an idea. The garage door closed and Matt’s parents drove off leaving him alone in the house. Matt raced upstairs to the attic taking a dozen or so shirts with him. He started putting the shirts on one by one. In a storage box were his father’s old sweaters from his bodybuilding days which he put on over all the shirts. Now he was starting to look big. He added a jacket too and began to walk around the attic thinking about how it looked and felt. His heart was racing at this point. He flexed his arm and could feel the clothing constrict his movements. This was exciting and confusing. Wearing all these cloths made him feel hot and light headed. He needed to get out of them as quickly as possible. Besides, his parents could come home at any moment and he definitely wouldn’t want to be seen like this. That night after jumping into bed Matt replayed his attic experiment in his head and thought of how he could get more of the muscular look he desired. His heart started thumping at the prospect, but this time a new sensation arose that he hadn’t anticipated. He could tell his cock was starting to tingle and inflate. As it brushed against the sheets it grew even faster. Matt reached down and felt its warmth and hardness. He wasn’t sure what was going on but liked the feeling. He held his cock for a while until it became soft and then fell asleep. In the morning he noticed a sticky patch on the bed, still damp from the night. This had happened a few times in the past, but only at night when he was in bed. Uncertain as to its meaning Matt didn’t want to discuss it with his parents. He wasn’t sick and didn’t want to be seen as bed wetter and so kept quiet about it. Two weeks later he was back in the attic putting on all the clothes he could find. This time he wrapped towels around his legs before pulling on his dad’s pants. Instead of wearing a jacket on top he wore a buttoned shirt stuffed with towels arranged across his upper chest to simulate big pecs and cinched it all together at the waist to create a crude v-taper. The look perfected he began to walk around and noticed how tight everything felt. He carefully made his way downstairs to take a look in the mirror. He stood there and began flexing as he had seen his father do in competition photos. He liked what he saw and liked what he felt. By this time his blood was pulsing throughout his body and Matt began to shake. Was it the clothes or his thoughts that were creating the heat? Matt stood there flexing, feeling the tightness, imagining the weight, fantasizing about the look. Then it happened. His dick started to grow, but this time with a greater urgency than he had ever felt in bed. With so much stuffed in his pants there was little place for his cock to go and its constrained hardness became too much. Matt shot his load causing him to gasp and double over. Matt tried his clothing experiment many more times, each time with the same result. He knew what kind of body he wanted, but wasn’t yet sure his body would develop in that way.

FUCKING. A. I like how's Justin is (unwillingly, probably, for now) getting hard from this.

Love it. Absolutely catagorically totally. A-MAZ-ING....

I didn't think part two could possibly be better than part one, but I was wrong! It was fantastic. I love the dichotomy of how Will acts immediately after he drinks the muscle shake and then when he is more his old self, resisting the change. The descriptions of both the physical and mental changes are incredible. I can't wait for part three!

Bless you, mate! And thanks for all your awesome feedback and comments! Well there's no better place for my muscle stories than this forum! If you tell me one I'll happily post on there too but I can't imagine anywhere else giving me the kind of feedback and audience that this site and you guys have given me! Happy holidays to you too, mate. Few more (ridiculously busy) weeks left at work for me yet!

"Loads of Success" A washed out stripper gets a chance to start again but finds things are going to be different the second time around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark Lannar was a stripper, or exotic dancer as he liked to call himself. He’d been doing it for 20 years. His stage name was Big Mark, and it fit him. Every part of him was big. Standing at 6’ 4’’ and 280 lbs, his muscles bulged under the tight clothes that he preferred to wear, showing off his impressive arms and chest. His pants were tight enough to show off his gigantic ass that he could move in ways that made people crazy. The problem was, he was getting bigger, and not in the way he wanted. At 38 it was getting hard to maintain his impressive muscles and not sport a bulging gut. Sure there were a ton of guys into that but the real money came from older gents who were looking for youth and definition. The young twinks just didn’t tip well enough and the manager at the club was getting tired of him not pulling in the cash that he used to. He had made a good living bouncing his ass on stage ever since he was 18 but the money was starting to dry up. The dim lights were no longer enough to conceal that he was getting older. He had started making extra money on the side giving hand jobs but the problem with that was, he wasn’t gay. He had gone through a series of girlfriends in his adult life, over a dozen. The current one was named Cathy or Carly or something… it really didn’t matter. She was just a long line of women that he’d given his youth to, only now as the money stopped coming in as quickly, he seemed like much less of an attractive prospect on that front as well. If Cindy found out what he was doing on the side to pay the rent, that would REALLY be the last straw. One night the manager came up to him after close for a frank conversation. “Listen Mark, I think it’s time you looked for another job. What are you still doing hanging around here? This is a young man’s game and I think the clock is running out.” “Whaddya mean Tom? I’m as big as I ever was!” He said flexing his impressive bicep. “That’s the problem, you’re bigger than you ever were.” Tom said patting him on his gut. “Only some of the kids are into you now and to be honest, nobody wants a daddy who gets his money thrown at him on a stage every night. There’s other things you can do.” “Like what? This is my life. It’s all I know!” Mark slammed his fist against the wall. “That’s why I’m telling you this now. I’ll give you until the end of the year to figure something out but if you haven’t found something by then, I’ll need to hand your stage time over to a younger guy. We’ve got bills to pay too.” He said walking away. Mark cashed out his singles for benjamins and went out to his car. He’d been able to buy it new with cash 10 years ago. Now it was less of a status symbol. He didn’t drive home. There were a few pit stops to make first. Several older gentlemen needed to be satisfied before he could go to bed or there wouldn’t be money to buy gas tomorrow. It was well after 2 am before he walked into his apartment. Colleen was still up watching TV, which was unusual for her. At least he thought it was unusual. They’d only known each other for six months and he’d really only been living with her for two. “You know I did you a big favor letting you move in here. Where were you tonight?” “You know I work late Babe” He said. “Clearly… but not at the club. I called down there an hour ago and they’d already closed for the night. Matter of fact I’ve been doing that for a couple of weeks now. Turns out they never stay open that late Monday-Thursday and you’ve been rolling in here at 2 – 3 in the morning.” She pressed him further but never liked any explanation that she received. “Look this isn’t working out. Either you’re whoring around, or drinking the night away and I’m not really up for either. I want you to sleep out here and figure out some place else to live by the end of the week.” She said, marching off to the bedroom. Mark watched as Connie slammed the door behind her. “Well fuck...” He said to himself and wandered back outside. He knew where he could go to sleep on a bed. He walked out to the car and started sending out text messages to old fuck buddies and flings who might still be up. “Try Tina, she’s usually up for company after that messy breakup she had this summer.” “That’s right!” Mark said. “I’ll call Ti… wait a minute, who are you?!” He said swinging around. He jumped and hit his head against the top of his sedan. In his back seat sat a man in a wide brimmed stetson. In the dim light from the street lamps he could see he was wearing a grey three piece suit and an overcoat but the face was in shadow. “A friend. Right now probably your only friend who can truly help you.” “You don’t sound like anyone I know. Now you’ve got five seconds to get out before I snap you in half.” As big as he was, Mark wasn’t afraid of much. “5...4...3...2...1…” The intruder said nothing and the enormous stripper lunged his thick arm back to grab him by the neck but he was too quick. Like a springing cobra a gloved hand gripped his wrist in an iron grip and squeezed it like a vice. Mark moaned in pain, he’d never met anyone so strong. “Isn’t this just your entire life in miniature?” The stranger said. “Your friends offer you a helping hand and you lash out at them. That poor girl up there for instance. She let you stay with her for $300 a month and you come home with jizz spots on your shirt.” “What does Kate have to do with this?” He whined through the pain. “It’s Kelly you idiot! You’ve slept around so much you barely remember her name!” Mark could only writhe in pain under the iron grip of the stranger. “Oh sorry”, the man said and let him go. “Now if you wont attack me for the next five minutes I can get back to helping you with your problem. My name’s Jack.” “Right now my problem is a pissed off girlfriend.” Mark answered rubbing his throbbing wrist. “Right now you don’t have a girlfriend. But forget about her for now, she’s not your problem. You want to live the life you’ve always lived, banging whoever you want with a job that makes strangers gasp at your magnificent physique. So your real problem is time. That belly that you can’t seem to flatten anymore, those hairs that are turning grey, those wrinkles you can’t iron out. But I can help with that.” “What’re you gonna do? Make me 20 again?” He laughed. “What’s the point of making you 20 again? You’ll just wind up in the same situation. What you want is a different kind of body. One that changes in different ways. Instead of weaker you can grow stronger, a body that people will pay just to have a glimpse of, one that time cannot touch… provided you do what’s required.” He said pulling out a card and handing it to Mark. “What do I do with this?” He asked “You make a wish.” Jack replied. “Like I just wish? For whatever I want?” “For whatever you want.” Jack replied. “Then I wish for the body you just talked about.” He said and the card burst into flames and filled the car up with smoke. Mark opened the door to clear it as he coughed. “What the fuck was that?!” He shouted, but the stranger was gone. He stood there waiting for something to change but he felt nothing and after fifteen minutes he texted Tina and found himself a bed for the night. The next few weeks didn’t really go that well for Mark. He was couch surfing and tips were way down. Nothing seemed to be different from before. He had begun to wonder if he had hallucinated the entire scenario with Jack when one night after leaving the club he heard a familiar voice. “What’s the problem Marky? You haven’t changed a bit.” “Look pal, you had your laugh from that wish gag now leave me alone.” Mark said with annoyance. “Odd… you should look much different than you did unless… unless you haven’t been doing what’s required.” Jack said. “What?” “You’ve been fucking guys right?” Jack said. “No… why should I do that?” Mark said. “Ohhh… right… you’re a stripper not a male prostitute… My mistake. If only I had remembered… I would have worked it out differently. I thought guys were fucking you quite regularly. That explains things.” “What are you talking about?” “Well… that’s a feature of your new body…” Jack said with a grin. “guys have to cum inside of it in order for it to change. Swallowing works but anal is better. I should have explained but I just figured you’d discover it on your own.” “Wait… that’s how I get what I want!?” He shouted. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” “Hey Mark! Who you shouting at?” The bouncer said opening the door to the club. “This guy over here expects me to...” He looked back to where Jack had been standing but he was gone. “I… just some nut...” He said and stomped off to his car. Several more weeks passed and things had not improved for him. Jack’s words never left his mind though. He was getting desperate for money which is why after a worse than usual night he found himself in the alley behind the club on his knees in front of a customer who’d been propositioning him for months. He had the six crisp twenties tucked in his back pocket as the man’s dick slid in and out of his mouth. His back pocket was tucked in a locker inside the club because the man had only agreed to pay that much if he took off everything but his underwear. He had practiced being turned on by guys for so long it wasn’t difficult for him to perform, sliding his head back and forth along the shaft like it was his favorite thing in the world. He gyrated his body rhythmically and bounced his pecs, hoping to get a few more bucks out of the guy after they were done. He had the right moves because after two minutes he felt a mouthful of salty jizz. His first instinct was to spit it out but he forced it down. The customer was satisfied. “Fuck that was hot you swallowed my whole load!” “Yeah man.” He said pretending that he enjoyed it. “So fuckin…. Gnnnn” Suddenly his body convulsed and his muscles began to flex on their own. Mark felt his cock go hard and he began to blow not one but three loads into his skimpy underwear. Beads of sweat gathered on his skin as his orgasms sent waves of pleasure through his body and he crumpled onto the ground. The other man pulled his dick into his pants and walked away down the alley, thinking the big guy was on drugs. Suddenly a door opened it was another stripper. “Mark! What are you doing out here? You’re on after Kyle!” “Thanks Jake...” Mark said catching his breath. He walked back in, passing Jake who was taking another man out back. He went into the small changing room and looked in the mirror and gasped. He looked better than he had all year. His face looked more refreshed than it had in a long time and his definition looked like he’d been on a several week cutting spree. He could even see the faint outline of his abs on his muscle gut again. “And heeeeere’s Big Mark!” He heard from the speakers and he rushed out on stage, forgetting to change his cum soaked briefs. Filled with new confidence he performed the hell out of the song and for the first time in months brought in a good haul of dollars. He was feeling pleased with himself as he went back to the locker room to pull the sticky ones of out his jock. He pulled it off and piled the money in his locker and toweled himself off. “Ummm… congrats man, looks like you’ve been taking better care of yourself lately.” It was his manager. “Thanks, Tom, I just decided to take what you were saying seriously.” He said without hiding anything. Tom had seen them all changing thousands of times. “Yeah well… seeing how you performed tonight… I think we can work out a way to keep you on rotation.” He said, his boner visible through his jeans. Mark knew what that meant. He had known it was coming. The offer every dancer got when they were in danger of getting tossed. He’d been dreading this moment but after what he’d just done in the alley he figured it wasn’t the worst thing he could do for a buck. “Oh? You think we can work something out?” He said walking over to Tom until his pecs were practically against his face, his eyes smoldering with manufactured lust. He had no interest in Tom but you didn’t get far in this industry without being a good actor. He really wanted to keep his job but was also curious to see whether the trick would work a second time so he reached over Tom’s shoulder and locked the door. Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and Mark immediately dropped down on all fours and began to suck on the hard cock, bucking the lower half of his body as if his huge ass were taking an invisible cock. He let out some low groans to make Tom think he was enjoying it and started playing with his own nipple. He knew what Tom liked, they all did. His office was covered in porn. “You like that daddy?” He said in his most submissive voice. “Fuck yeah…” Tom grunted before shoving his employee’s head back on his shaft. He knew Mark liked girls but he liked the idea that he was breaking this straight boy so much that he let himself believe it. “Worship it...” Mark let his voice go higher and higher to make Tom think he was close when suddenly he felt two hands shove his head against the cock so firmly he started to choke on it. “Fuckin… take… every… drop...” he said as he blasted his jizz directly down Mark’s throat. As Tom pulled away, Mark felt his entire body flex again as his pecs tightened up even more. His cock shot a load of cum up to his pecs, unencumbered by his belly, which had tucked in another inch. His muscle gut had definite defined abs now and more of his minor muscles became visible. Mark leaned back against a locker, his orgasm was just getting stronger. Tom had shut his eyes while he blew his load, he wiggled his cock playfully and looked down at Mark. “Damn Mark that was… holy fuck...” His employee was panting on the floor, spurting jizz all over himself, load after load, until his cock had run dry and there was nothing left to shoot. He gaped at his body. Mark looked even hotter than he had on stage. The changes were minor enough that he wondered whether his mind was playing tricks on him but you could clearly see a six pack on that rounded gut, which seemed much flatter than he remembered. “Fuck that’s hot. Glad you enjoyed.” Tom tossed a towel on the panting Mark and left him in there to clean himself up. He sat there on the floor thinking about what had just happened. Looking in the mirror he saw his abs the way they had been last year, only his pecs seemed slightly larger than before, which was amazing given the thin layer of fat that had begun to build up on them was gone. “You seemed to enjoy that.” Mark looked up and saw Jack leaning against the wall. “Are you sure you’re straight.” “I’m a good actor.” He replied. Jack grabbed a ridding crop that someone had been using as a prop earlier and ran it along the cum dripping off his pecs. “Yes I see… great acting skills there...” “I can’t help that! It just happened!” Mark shouted. “I think you’ll find that no one can help what makes them get off.” Jack grinned as the door opened. “Jesus Mark, do it somewhere else!” Nate, another stripper, shouted as he came in to change and found Mark naked and alone, covered in cum. There was no one else in the room. Mark toweled off and reached for a clean pair of sexy undies. “Uhhh sorry I just...” “Ha forget it, I was just kidding, you think I haven’t seen worse in this place?” Said Nate. “By the way, saw your performance out there. You’re looking great. Good to see you getting back in the swing of things.” He looked Mark over, he looked like he’d been at a health spa for the last six months. Nate was 23 with the body of an Olympic swimmer looking to make a little extra cash on the side. He’d had a crush on Mark even in his decline. He saw him as a muscle daddy and the fact that he was straight made him even more irresistible to Nate. “So what did you find to jerk off to in a place like this?” Nate asked getting closer to Mark. He stood at about 5’ 8’’ so his face could have easily lodged itself between those meaty pecs. He’d wanted to lick those things so badly. Not wanting to admit what had just happened he pointed at the mirror. “Just checkin out my progress man, guess I got a little carried away.” “Not gonna lie, that’s really fucking hot.” Nate never really hid how he felt about anything. His hand found it’s way up to Mark’s right pec. “Too bad you play for the wrong team.” Mark looked at himself in the mirror. After only two loads people were noticing a big difference., he could see it too. What would happen with a third? “I might be willing to switch sides for one night.” He said, “As long as you don’t tell anyone… aaaaand as long as you’ve got your own place. I don’t think the chick I’m staying with would approve.” Nate smiled. “My roommate’s asleep and doesn’t care who I bring home.” “Well in that case… I think it’s time we had a sleepover.” Mark said patting Nate on the ass. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nate’s apartment was dark as they walked in the door after 2 am. The two made their way to his bedroom. Mark could feel two long arms sliding up his chest and pinning him against the wall as Nate stood on his tip toes to try and plant his lips against his friend’s mouth but Mark wasn’t interested in making out. “What? No kiss?” Nate said, grinding against the massive body in front of him. “Actually I was hoping to kiss you a little south of the mouth.” Mark said picking Nate up and putting him on the bed. He unbuttoned Nate’s pants and pulled out his cock and started to go down on it. It was an odd task he had, trying to get a mouthful of cum without actually bothering with sex. “Heh, slow down tiger, we should get more comfy.” Nate said, pulling off their shirts. Mark could feel him groping his big pecs. He felt hands pulling down his pants and underwear. Soon they were both naked and Mark could feel that small muscular body grinding up against him. His cock was actually hard, hoping for another shot of cum. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you.” “Let me show you what I want to do.” Mark said working is way down to the cock, and slowly sliding it in and out of his mouth. He went to town on that cock for fifteen minutes but all he got was pre. “How do I get you off, stud?” He asked. “I don’t usually get off from just a blow job but what’s the rush? We’ve got all night.” Nate said But Mark was getting desperate. He needed more jizz. He cut on the light so he could position himself correctly and straddled Nate’s waist with his legs. He’d never bottomed before but it couldn’t be that hard. To Nate’s surprise the giant of a man lowered himself down on his cock and began to ride him like a pole. Mark cringed as he tried to hide the pain of his first penetration. “I… uh… never expected you to be a bottom.” Nate had always fantasized about getting dommed by his fellow stripper but Mark had moves and it wasn’t long before he felt weak with pleasure. Mark reached behind Nate and pulled his face against that massive body as it went up and down. Nate licked every part of that he could reach before groaning in pleasure and blowing his load. Mark instantly felt an explosion of pleasure exploding in his ass as he entered into the most intense orgasm of his life. Nate felt blast after blast of cum on his face and chest and gasped as he watched the big guy on top of him changing before his eyes. His gut shrank to little more than a slight bulge as his biceps and pecs appeared to be expanding, or was it just his body fat receding. Mark collapsed on top of Nate, unable to hold himself up any longer. “Jesus, what’s happening to you?” It took at least five minutes before Mark stopped orgasming and another couple of minutes for him to catch his breath so he could answer. But eventually he told Nate the entire story. “OMG… I can’t believe it but… look at the results...” The two of them fucked until Nate didn’t have anymore loads to blow and by morning Mark’s face looked like he was 25 again. Things changed for Mark, he got known as the Cum Dumpster at work because he couldn’t go a single day without someone fucking him. But he was BIG, bigger than ever before as he twirled around on his pole, making the crowds go wild. He never really had to worry about rent again because there was always someone willing to take him home. While he never became fully gay, the sight of a cock always made him horny and hungry which was just as well. So you see, even when you don’t get what you want the way you wanted it, sometimes things do workout when Jack is involved if you’re not too picky.

Power Toons 3: Power Divided This is a story of extreme muscle growth, hyper endowments, gay sex in anal, oral, and other varieties. There are also instances of watersports, male lactation, transformation, feats of strength, and foot fetishism. If none of that floats your boat then read no further. This story also features the characters of Goofy Goof aka SuperGoof, Louie Duck aka Captain Muscles, and Pluto the Dog aka Mickey's pet and they are copyright Disney, however this story is not used to make profit off of them and is merely an erotic fanfiction intended for entertainment purposes only. This story also features Max Goof, Mortimer Mouse, the Big Bad Wolf, and Louie the Mountain Lion as depicted in several Disney cartoons and shorts. Louie Duck and his boyfriend Max Goof had headed out to the woods a couple weeks after the first appearance of Admiral Buff on the super scene. Their campsite was in a small glen just beside a beautiful lake at the edge of the forest that trailed from the foothills of the mountain just outside of town. They were both dressed just in their swimming trunks, with Louie in green an Max in Red. They were both relaxing lakeside mid-day when they heard a loud thumping coming from within the woods. “What is that noise?” asked Max. Louie shrugged and got to his feet, “I don't know... let's check it out.” Max rose to his big bare feet slowly and said, “Gee I dunno... is that such a good idea?” “Don't worry, babe...” Louie assured him with a bit of a flex, going from his normal toon form to a far more buff version of himself, though not quite full Captain Muscles size, “I can keep us safe if it's anything dangerous.” Max smiled and said, “I keep forgetting that...” then he flexed up to match his lover's size in musculature, “And I keep forgetting you showed me how to power up like you into Super Max.” The muscular toons walked further into the woods, their massive feet crunching sticks and tree roots down flat under the weight of their huge buff bodies. They brushed past trees knocking them crooked as they walked further into the woods. The closer they got to the sounds the more they were able to hear grunting. They came upon a clearing and what they saw gave them pause even at their buff sides. There was a massive gushing sound like a flood somehow contained and then they saw a huge bear. He was made so huge because the bear had been filled up like a baloon till he was at least fifty feet across and twenty five feet high. The bear gurgled and had a goofy grin on his mouth as they walked around to the side. Once on the side they saw a huge throne made of massive stones that looked like they were shaped by massive hands and claws. On either side of the throne they saw huge, buff animals fully nude standing upright with massive feet and throbbing cocks pointed towards the bear while leaking precum. There were two deer, two bears, three rabbits, three squirrels, a fox, a moose, and a couple buff chipmunks all massively muscled and standing on either side of the throne watching none other than Louie the Mountain Lion as he pulled his cock from the overinflated bear's ass. He shook his semi hard cock and walked back to his throne, fully nude, with a crude gold crown atop his head. He was the biggest and buffest of all the animals there, easily as big as Admiral Buff and Uber Goof combined. The mountain lion snapped his clawed fingers and the two deer males gave him a nod they ran to the side of one of the over inflated bears and rolled him off to the side so he could drain off the cum. The king's cock was still fully hard in no time and he pointed to his bear servants the snapped his fingers again. The bears gave him a nod and ran off to a crude stone cage filled with shivering, ordinary sized animal toons. They reached in and pulled out another moose and easily held him in place despite the struggling and innate strength of the huge herbivore. They brought the moose up to their king and he gripped the creature by it's huge antlers. He thrust in and thrust hard, the moose's cock tented out his loin cloth and started to tear free with a massive erection as the mountain lion thrust in up to the hilt so the moose's chin rested on his enormous balls. The mountain lion thrust in and out while Louie and Max just watched with their jaws hanging open and their massive cocks tenting their already overstretched swim trunks. The pounding noises started, shaking the nearby trees as he thrust in and out hard and fast. It didn't take long before Louie the Mountain Lion finished and came hard the moose soon ballooned up just as the bear had before him. The mountain lion roared and released when he was done, firing one last shot that blasted the moose off his cock and away with a small tidal wave of cum. When he finished, his humanoid cock became soft at last then he walked to his throne, sitting with force that quaked the forest floor. He looked at the pair of intruders and smiled. “Hello Super Max. Hello Admiral Buff. So good of you to join my subjects and myself,” Louie the Mountain Lion said with a deep voice and a devious grin, “These are my subjects and I intend to have you join them as my personal servants.” “I don't think so,” said Louie Duck as he flexed up, transforming to Admiral Buff, with Max following suit and transforming into Super Max along side him. Both were ready for action. Elsewhere, down by the beach just oceanside and outside the toon city where Ubergoof had taken on Pluto just a couple weeks earlier, Mickey drove his car down to the beach for a little fun in the sun with his best friend and dog, Pluto. While Mickey before Pluto's turnaround had simply been avoiding the muscular pooch and giving into him at every turn, thereafter sought his friend's help in working out. Despite almost always going shirtless, he'd always been a bit ashamed of his mousey body but after the past few weeks he'd made so many gains that he was proud to show off and this very day on their drive he wore only his swim trunks and flip flops on the drive. He took a deep breath in as his ears flapped in the breeze from the open windows and the wind felt good across his taught, muscular chest and arms. Mickey looked to his dog and best friend as he sat back, not in his full muscular form but still in a humanoid fashion and totally nude, aside from his collar of course. Casually leaning his arm on the window and letting his tongue flap in the breeze as they made their way down the road. They pulled up to the beach parking lot and the mouse hopped out with his dog and made their way beachside with an umbrella and chair for each of them. They were quick to set up in a cartoonish fashion with Mickey kicking back right away while Pluto ran out to play in the ocean a bit. Mickey was all too happy to put on his sunglasses and take in some rays when he felt a heavy rhythmic thum that shook the ground. The first was followed by another and another which ended up jostling the mouse from his chair. That was when he looked to his left and saw the muscle beach area. There were several buff men but all were simply standing in awe of the centerpiece. A massive man that was bigger than Super Pluto at his very largest. He was a black, muscular mouse man with giant feet and a giant bulge between his legs, barely contained by a gigantic green thong. Even then it was over stretched and had tear marks showing as Mortimer's massive cock and balls flexed and throbbed with his every set. He was doing chest curls with all the weights from the gym crushed into massive balls on either side of an i-beam bar. Every time he brought the weight up it would slam to his chest with a thump that shook the ground. He lowered it down to rest atop his massive cock. Mickey couldn't help but get up and come over to watch with the rest of the muscle men at the beach. “Hot cha cha, if it isn't my old pal Mickey,” Mortimer smiled, “Just the little mousey mouse I was hoping to see.” Mickey's eyes bulged out as he looked over his (literally) biggest rival, “Mortimer... y-y-you're huge...” “Oh you haven't seen anything yet, buddy boy...” Moritmer smiled as the massive bulge in his thong grew till it ripped itself free. He held the massive set of weights up till his cock reached full hardness and the twelve foot tall monster of a mouse stood before Mickey with a gargantuan black cock at least five feet long and throbbing with power. He lowered his weight onto the cock and then released it from his hands to support the full load with his awesome member alone. He put his hands on his hips and grinned again, “Huge is just the beginning, Mickey.” Mickey couldn't think of a response and was only able to watch as Mortimer flexed his cock up and down, lifting all that weight like it were nothing with his tremendous meat stick. His eyes stayed locked with Mickey's as he blew the smaller muscle mouse a kiss, observing a massive boner tenting his red swim trunks. Then he gave a bigger flex of his cock and trapped the i-beam against his pecs with his member. He flexed a little harder and his cock wedged between those chest muscles and with a screech of protesting metal the beam was split in two. The massive sets of weight on either side crashed to the ground and knocked everyone on the concrete platform of the muscle beach to their backsides. The ground cratered from the crash and caught Pluto's attention from the waves. The dog growled as he spied Mortimer doing something nefarious. The massive mouse let his boner slide free from his pecs and lead the way towards Mickey as he asked, “So where would you like it first? Mouth or ass? Actually maybe I'll just smack you around a bit with just my cock for a while... tell you what if you can make me cum once before I can enter you then I'll take it easy on you... probably...” “I... I... um... I...” Mickey stuttered as suddenly, up from the ocean behind Mortimer exploded Super Pluto up into the sky. The massive thong clad super dog floated down in front of the even more muscular Mortimer and growled. Mortimer locked eyes with the massive beast of a dog and found a grin spreading once more. In yet another place outside the city, just at the edge of the suburbs, lay the homes of the three little pigs. All three wore overalls in a variety of colors and all three of which were quite muscular little pigs indeed. Before, each of them could have rivaled the Big Bad Wolf on their own and perhaps were even a little better built than him... that is until now. The three homes were in a row. The first was a house of bricks, the second was a complex of cinderblocks and the third was a fortress of rock and steel. The three pigs were all out front simply working on a variety of carpentry crafts when the ground started to tremble. They looked to the woods where the noise had come from. They saw the trees begin to fall, topple and crash as the forestation was cleared by the massive muscular form of the Super Bad Wolf. He dressed the same as always, wearing a pair of green pants, now super tight and reduced to shorts over his immense legs, a pair of red suspenders that stretched extra tight over his gargantuan shoulders and pecs, his signature bent top hat, and a blue super cape clasped with a gold clasp over his chest that read SBB on the front. He pushed aside the final set of trees that separated him from the pigs then walked into the clearing with his massive clawed feet. Each footfall shook the ground as he approached. The Super Bad Wolf looked to the three little pigs and simply said, “Boo.” All three pigs screamed and fled to their respective homes in terror. SBB walked up to the first house, shaking the ground as the twelve foot wall of wolven muscle approached. “Little pig, little pig, let me cum in,” he said as he stood before the door to the brick house. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” said the pig from therein. “Then with a flex of my pecs I'll tear your house down,” said Super Bad Wolf. He then walked right up and pressed his massive chest against the house and started to rhythmically flex his massive chest against the house. He bounced his pecs and pounded against the house till it collapsed at his massive feet. His suspenders couldn't take the strain and gave in under the flexing. SBB's pants stayed up simply from the massive muscles and enormous crotch bulge alone. He grinned as he saw the little muscular pig barely escape from the back door in the nick of time. Super Bad Wolf followed the pig as he retreated to the cinderblock house and locked the door behind him. He stood before the doors of the even more massive and well built home as he called out to the residents, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me cum in.” To which they replied, “Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins!” “Then I'll knock with my cock till I tear your house down,” said the Super Bad Wolf with a devious grin. He stood his ground with his hands on his hips, his prodigious bulge swelling in front as he flexed his leg muscles until his pants exploded from his form. His black-furred balls swung in the open breeze and his massive, flesh tone, thick humanoid cock swung side to side as he approached the cinderblock home. The Super Bad Wolf put his hands behind his head and then swung his massive, three foot long, soft appendage like a wrecking ball. Each swing of his tremendous meat rod took out large chunks of the building before him, ripping the whole structure apart. The sight of which started to get the twelve foot tall wolf hard all the while as he cock slapped the fortress of a building apart with his cock and balls alone. As he got fully hard, with a six foot erection, the remainder of the building collapsed down around his cock and rested atop his huge feet. The wolf saw the muscled little pigs flee out the back just in time, yet again, and they fled to the massive stone and metal mansion of the third pig while the wolf stood in just a cape and top hat. He walked up and stepped through the rubble of the cobblestone building as easily as one might walk through a snow drift. He found himself grinning, his massive cock dripping from precum as it throbbed. The wolf called out once more. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me cum in...” To which all three called out in unison, “Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins!” Super Bad Wolf called back, “Then I'll buck and I'll fuck and I'll blow your house down.” The massive beast of a wolf walked up to the house and pressed his massive cock head against the huge, twin, metal front doors. They buckled in even with just a little pressure on the front. He kept walking forward, thrusting his cock half way into the house that was built to be nigh invulnerable to most any assault. He put his hands behind his head again and flexed his cock, lifting the entire house with groans, creaks, and cracks off it's foundations and into the air by the strength of his cock alone. He flexed his cock a few times to move it up and down over and over, giving the three little muscled pigs therein a real good shaking. Super Bad Wolf then gripped the metal walls of the mansion and started to fuck the massive house while holding up as though it were a box made of styrofoam. His tongue lolled out as he dumped gallons upon gallons of virile precum into the pig's mansion home. He kept thrusting and pounding that building, shaking the whole landscape around him as he did for minutes straight. People in the city and suburbs would have thought his house fucking was an earthquake... that is most people. Goofy suspected otherwise. After several minutes, the wolf decided to stop fucking around and then gave the house a real good pounding, his swelling balls punched those doors and before the building came apart in his hands, he came. The whole mansion filled rapidly with the wolven cum. His cock kept erupting till every window in the four story home was filled to white. Cum spurt from every open spot on the home. Every vent, every chimney, every pipe that would have led out from the mansion spurted hundreds of gallons of wolf semen. Then the walls to the house bulged... and then the home simply burst with Super Bad Wolf's final shot of his super potent and voluminous seed. The wolf stood with fragments of the broken home in his hands with all the rest broken before him in a massive lake of wolven cum. The huge wolf walked forwards, shaking the ground as he did. The three little pigs got up slowly in the thick wolf seed and wiped it from their eyes to see a terrifying sight. Super Bad Wolf licked his lips and stroked his still erect cock, “I've been waiting a long time for this my little pigs. Now the real fun can begin.” “Gawrsh. Mind if I join in on that?” came Ubergoof's voice from behind them. Super Bad Wolf turned to see Ubergoof floating down from the sky behind them, his arms crossed and a disappointed look on his face, “Your little sexcapades end here big boy.” The wolf cracked his knuckles and then his neck as he watched the superhero before him, confident in himself as he said, “This is gonna be good.” To be continued thrice... I plan to write a story for each of these scenes and depending on which you want to see the most I'll write that continuation first, likely this coming Saturday too. Let me know in the comments which you would rather see first: Admiral Buff and Super Max vs the Mountain King Super Pluto and Super Mickey vs Mega Mortimer or Ubergoof vs Super Bad Wolf

Chapter 3: Jacob did what he could to make Harry decent. Nothing in the lab would fit over the monster’s frame, or pass as decent, so they settled on tying a labcoat loincloth-style around his beautifully tapered waist. It was late now, so ideally nobody would see them anyway. Grabbing a few supplies, they headed out of the lab and down the hallway. Arriving at a corridor filled with small offices, Harry led the way knowingly, despite never actually having been here before. He stopped at a door which read “Professor Duncan – Department of Physiology and Anatomy – Head of Research.” “This is it.” He whispered, though his voice was so deep and powerful the frosted glass of the door’s small window reverberated a little. A dim light trickled out from underneath the door, indicating the professor was inside. “Alright then.” Said Jacob. “If you’re sure about this, then let’s go.” Harry knocked on the door, and after a few seconds it opened inwards. A tall, middle-aged man with deep auburn hair and greying sideburns stood in front of them. Jacob recognised him as tall, but next to the human mammoth that was his best friend he looked tiny. His head barely reached Harry’s chin. Professor Duncan looked tired, but seeing who it was brought a smile to his face. “Ah, Mr. Matheson, just the person I was hoping to see.” He glanced briefly at Jacob. “And you must be Mr. Holmes, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Jacob started to say hello in return but the professor was too distracted by Harry and just kept talking. “I actually have some important news.” He said, ushering the two boys inside and having them sit at his desk. “The first prototype is ready.” He announced, triumphantly, opening a steel briefcase which sat on the table, revealing a large syringe filled with a clear serum. Harry’s eyes grew wide, and he was almost drooling. “So that’s it, huh?” “Correct. This is a highly potent, highly customised, super-steroid designed to interact specifically with YOUR physiology to produce greater results than we’ve ever seen before.” He beamed proudly. “Wow.” Whispered Jacob. Harry seemed to be completely transfixed by what was in front of him, and was forgetting the reason they were here, so Jacob gave him a swift kick underneath the desk. “OW, oh, uh, professor?” he started, his voice changing to one that was coy and dripped with honey. He brushed his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes and stared into the professor’s. “Would you be able to try it on me… now?” Professor Duncan seemed elated. “Absolutely, if you’re willing then I’m as eager as you are to start trials immediately.” He took the syringe from its foam cutout in the briefcase and approached Harry. Harry lost no time dropping the loosely tied lab coat from around his waist and turned to present the two marble-white boulders that made up his ass mere inches form the professor’s face. Jacob couldn’t help but notice a tent spring out in front of the professor’s pants. “Actually, Harry, I need to inject it somewhere else.” He said, carefully. “Oh?” asked Harry, surprised. “Yes, it actually needs to go… well it needs to go directly into your testicles. While they danced around this detail, Jacob took his chance to slip a splash of a chemical into the professor’s coffee cup which sat half-drunk on the desk. He turned back to make sure he hadn’t been spotted, but the professor was much to occupied with the semi-hard horse cock which was conspicuously brushing his face as he emptied the syringe into the swollen orb below it. Harry winked at Jacob, obviously proud of his work as a distraction. He grinned a little and with a throb his cock hardened a little, delivering a blow to the professor’s face like a punch. “Woah, sorry there doc, guess that shot gave me a bit of a rush!” he chuckled. “Ah, no problem.” Said the professor, eager to sit back down and hide a wet patch growing on his pants leg. “To us!” he said, in celebration of the experiment, and downed the rest of his coffee. “So, how long will it take to work?” Harry said, flexing an arm eagerly. “Well, Harry, it’s potent but it’s not magic. It could take weeks, even months to see a significant change, but the main goal is to remove most biological limits on your ability to gain muscle mass. You should be able to grow almost without restriction. Obviously you’ll still have to put in the work though.” “Oh, yeah, obviously.” Said Harry, a little let down. He seemed to have expected a second growth spurt similar to the one he’d had only hours before. Professor Duncan started to mumble something else, but before forming a coherent thought, passed out cold on the desk. Jacob jumped up, ready to act. “Ok, you grab him and get him to the lab, he should be out for an hour or two at least.” He clicked through some clearly labelled documents on the professor’s computer until he found what he was looking for, and snapped a quick photo with his phone. Arriving back at the lab, Harry took the professor, who had ridden the distance over his hulking traps, and with one hand set him down in the chair, and put the helmet on him. “Last chance, you’re sure you want to do this?” said Jacob “The last prompt was simple and look at how huge it made you. This could be more than you want.” Harry smiled widely. “Mate, there’s no such thing as more than I want.” He raised his elbows over his head with his hands behind his back, and flexed his abs so hard that Jacob was surprised at the lack of a crashing sound as the muscles collided. Jacob finished inputting the prompt and calibrating the machine. “Ok, that’s about as good as it’s going to get. It’s not as much of an instruction but hopefully it’ll get the message across.” He moved aside and Harry saw the prompt. It read “Harry Matheson” and then a string of chemical formulae. “But really,” Jacob said. “Are y-“ Harry’s finger hit the enter key. “Ah shit.” Said Jacob under his breath, half fearful, half excited. Once again the machine whirred to life, and Professor Duncan twitched in his sleep as the helmet’s sensors explored his scalp. Harry was twitching with excitement as he watched the professor. His newly enormous body felt things in such an intense way that he wasn’t used to, and the anticipation caused him to absentmindedly stroke the few inches of his hardening cock which extended out from the makeshift loincloth. The machine quietened once again, and started to print its report. Harry began stroking more fervently, his mind racing with the possibilities. Jacob watched in awe, and suddenly saw Harry’s arm jerk strangely. “Oh FUCK!” roared Harry, standing up suddenly, but retaining his grip on his cock. His voice deepened even further with the second word. He raised his free arm and flexed the bicep, hard. It tensed into a steel football in front of his face, but then something else happened. What looked like worm, about an inch across, began sliding down Harry’s bicep from his overgrown delts, underneath his paper-thin pale skin. They arced over the mountain peak, some running parallel, others perpendicular, and the skin clung tightly around them. Jacob nearly came on the spot when he realised what the worms were, and that they weren’t moving down, so much as out. They were each muscle fibers, overgrown to an insane degree. They bulged on top of and beneath his arm into grotesque caricatures of biceps and triceps. Easily 30 inches or more around, the arm was inhuman. Every fiber clearly defined with a cleaving striation on either side. His ham-like forearms began the same process until it too was unrecognisable. Harry was panting, his eyes wide. Finally releasing his cock (which was lucky as his rapidly increasing grip was turning the tip a deep blue) he forced his body into a crab pose. His other arm exploded with power to match the first. His pecs and abs rippled violently as fibers burst forth from the centre of his body outwards. At first Jacob found it difficult to discern between Harry’s pecs and abs, as his whole front was a seething mass of obscene, thick, cords of muscle, he striations almost as deep as the muscle separations themselves. As he watched, however, the true separations grew deeper. Inch after inch of muscle erupted forward, competing for space which didn’t exist. Harry gave a roar which conveyed both pain and ecstasy. The growth of his pecs slowed, hanging nearly 6 inches over his 12-pack abs. The only shred of fat on the godly physique hung off the pecs in the form of his fleshy, now horizontal tits which dripped with sweat. His traps compounded on top of themselves, piling up to an arch that loomed several inches over his head. His neck was beyond mere measures like thick now, as the vascular bundles of titanium flesh now stretched horizontally in all directions beneath a jawline so sharp it could cut steel. His traps pushed outwards, sickening cracks echoing through the lab as his skeleton rearranged to support his monstrous width and the bone became dense and reinforced. His body was now significantly wider than he was tall, which was impressive considering his obscene body was over 9 feet tall. He could easily have fallen over to either side, if not for the broadening of his vast legs. His abs were one matter, but the ‘quad’ in quadriceps was redundant now because each fascicle was beautifully defined and had more volume than whole muscle groups of normal men. Jacob was fairly sure that what was in front of him was a cock, but the girthy shaft barely resembled one. Hell, the thing basically has its own abs holding it up. The skin of Harry’s ball sack was pulled tight around what looked like two grapefruits. Thick veins were visible caressing the meaty balls, and even they showed signs of definition. Jacob was entranced by the steady, slow heartbeat he could observe in what were once mere testicles, as they pulsed with the blood flow and retracted upwards slightly with each beat before dropping back down. Harry, lost in a cloud of pure, orgasmic self-lust turned to a mirrored wall nearby to observe his own body. Jacob moaned, a dark patch spreading quickly down his jeans as he saw the horizontal array of pure power made flesh that was Harry’s ass. As Harry took in the view in front of him, he let loose a bestial, guttural howl. His whole body flexed, seeming to swell even further, and a torrent of cum came blasting out the head of his cock. After a few seconds of spraying the mirror cracked from the pressure behind the white barrage, but it didn’t let up for nearly a minute. The colossus’ gonads were undulating hard, producing cum as fast as it was shot. Eventually the stream slowed, and Harry’s deep green eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Fuuuuuck.” He moaned.

Chapter 2: Jacob fought with everything he could against the overwhelming lust that was pounding in his head. An intense musk radiated out from the 7-foot muscle monster in front of him in waves. The scent was both sweet and salty, and must have been close to the smell of pure testosterone, it clouded his head and made him think of nothing but groping every inch of muscle in front of him… and it was a lot of inches. “You… you need to tell me what you remember.” He said, fighting for a moment of clarity. Harry looked down at him. He had been distracted playing with his own chest, bouncing the swollen muscles up and watching them ripple as the weight dropped back down. “Uhh.” He started, still obviously distracted. “It’s kind of like I can remember two things.” “Go on.” Said Jacob, his hand idly finding its way to the man’s abs. “It’s like the differences are really clear. I can remember liking the idea of working out, as long as I can remember. There’s this moment where I was 13, my brother Charlie offered to take me to the gym with him. In the first time round I wasn’t really interested and didn’t go, but this time I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.” Jacob’s hand had ascended up the wall of abs, and was now roughly tweaking the bulged-out muscle tit. Harry let out a gasp and arched his back at the lightning bolt of pleasure he felt it shoot through his whole body. “Um, so, I went to the gym and it was like an addiction. I was there every day, sometimes twice. God, just working out was like edging an orgasm, and most of the time it seems like I was.” Harry said, his eyes shutting as he embraced the pleasure. “By the time I was 16, I got pretty heavily into roids… fuck man, I’m on roids!” he said, almost in disbelief of his own memories. “Fuck, it’s hard.” “What?” asked Jacob, snapped to attention. “It’s hard to remember?” A sly smirk twisted across the corner of Harry’s lips. “Haha nah, it is hard.” His eyes slid downward, and as Jacob followed he saw that Harry’s now freakish cock had sprung free from its cotton prison. At 12 inches long, it would be the envy of porn stars. Its head was as long as it was wide, and it was at least several inches across. Veins, as impressive as those wrapped around his biceps and down his quads adorned the thick shaft and could be seen to pulse with the dull thudding of the mass-freak’s hypertrophied heart. A particularly thick artery ran the length of the shaft and slid up, over the shredded abs, giving the impression that it was a direct line from the overgrown tool straight to his heart. For all Jacob knew it could be. It bobbed in front of Jacob tantalisingly. Harry reached down and with minimal effort shredded what remained of the boxer briefs. His balls were certainly orange sized, but now free of their restraints, Jacob watched as they dropped almost a foot, swinging low until they fell against Harry’s steel quads which brushed together and left no space at all between them. “Fuck man, I guess I got a bit bigger all over, hey?” laughed Harry jovially. “Look, I’ve gotta be honest, I’m not gonna be able to concentrate on what’s changed until this has been taken care-” He was abruptly cut off as Jacob’s lips wrapped passionately around the head of his cock. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “I dunno how to explain this. It’s like, I’ve never felt this intense feeling from my cock before, but at the same time it’s like I’ve felt it nearly every day for a decade!” Harry’s hips bucked as Jacob’s tongue explored the thick slit of his cock. Jacob felt his mouth quickly filling with pre, and wondered faintly how anything could taste this much sweeter than pure sugar. He swallowed only to find his mouth full again, and so gave in, forcing the first inches of the cock deep into his throat. It was like a feeding tube, if a feeding were thicker, throbbed with power every second or so, and tasted better than life itself. Hell, if he had the choice, Jacob would’ve lived with this cock as a feeding tube. All of a sudden Harry’s hand palmed his head and with an irresistible strength pushed him forward. He tried to resist the urge to gag as all 12 inches distended his throat. Another hand reached down and around his stomach, and with no effort at all lifted his whole weight off the ground, starting to slide him back and forward. He felt completely powerless, the god was basically treating him like a sex toy, and fuck it felt so good. After several minutes of being pumped up down Harry’s cock, Jacob felt himself slow, and his lips were pushed until they kissed the bottom of Harry’s and the top of his ballsack. From where his hands held onto superbly striated glutes, he felt the muscles flex as Harry pushed forwards. There was a soft thud from below as the engorged balls were pulled upwards and collided with Jacob’s chin. He felt his whole throat vibrate for a moment before a flood of cum was pumped into him like a firehose had been turned on inside him. He felt his whole stomach fill rapidly, then heat spread up his throat, and cum shot violently out around his lips. He was released from the effortless vice-grip and slid backwards from the force of the ejaculation until he was freed. As the overgrown dick was released and sprang up, the last seconds of the orgasm caused a thick rope of cum to sling upwards, splattering Jacob all over his face before flying into the air and landing all over Harry’s beefy pecs and abs. Harry moaned for about a minute afterwards until he came back to himself. “Fuck man, I’m sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away.” He smiled, half laughing, half apologetic. Jacob grinned as he wiped the thick seed from his face, not even hiding his eagerness to lap it up. “Not at all, that was incredible.” A hand reached up to massage his neck a little, “though I think I’ll be feeling it for about a month.” Harry laughed, and trying to be subtle he tasted the thick dripping cum from his own chest. He failed miserably and considered that he might never be able to get away with being subtle again. “Ok, so I got really heavily into juicing, I’ve done fucking everything. Started slow with test, tren, dianabol, the usual suspects.” He ran off the list, only half realising he’d never really heard those names before today. “I shot up about 2 feet, gained almost a hundred pounds in a year, and was competing by 17. Doctors couldn’t believe how I reacted to them. In the last couple of years I’ve hit some REALLY hardcore shit, but I’ve put on at least 50 pounds of raw shredded muscle.” He broke into a bicep flex to accentuate his point. “Huh, weird.” He said, as though the memories were playing out before him. “Apparently I react so strongly to steroids that one of the professors at this university is studying my physiology and creating something tailored specifically for me!” he looked incredibly excited. “In his words, I’ll ‘break human limits that have never been broken before.’” Jacob could only stare in disbelief, imagining the 24-year-old pro bodybuilder in front of him, a beast of easily 300 pounds, adding on a super-steroid designed just for him. “Ok, well, at least in terms of the machine, we got some pretty crucial information.” Jacob said. As he moved over to the computer, a long readout finished printing on continuous feed. Tearing the sheet off, he began to peruse the numbers. Out of his peripheral vision he saw the naked hulk walk over and begin to read from his side. He noticed he was already half-chubbed again, even so soon after ejaculating. “This number here,” he said pointing to a piece which read ‘Approximate Temporal Discontinuity: 0.001%,’ “ATD is an indicator of a ripple effect. Basically, the machine gauges how much impact the prompt had on the timeline. Since it was calibrated to the last 24 years as it was only aimed at your lifetime, and over that 24 years, 0.001% of the world has changed. I’d estimate somewhere around 1% would be enough to start noticing some small differences outside of what directly changed for you, anything above 5% is where we have to start getting worried about things being significantly different. That said there’s no guarantee a substantial difference would be bad, necessarily.” Harry nodded, but Jacob just sort of assumed he didn’t get what was going on. It was sort of how their relationship worked, Jacob was the brains, Harry was the brawn. Jacob shook his head a little. Harry was the brawn? He hadn’t been until now but the thought felt so natural to him. “The rest of the data isn’t really anything that would interest you except for some of this” He pointed to a section which read ‘Individual Discontinuity Paradoxes: 3,’ “which is the IDP, basically it registers how many individuals are aware of the change.” “Wait so are you saying 3 people know that I just grew into a professional bodybuilder since this afternoon?” Harry said, shocked. “Who?” “Well, there’s you and me, obviously, but I didn’t say ‘people,’ and the machine isn’t exactly picky.” He answered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder without even looking back. Harry followed the gesture to see the very obese rat looking at him, stunned. “Haha, oh.” “It’s interesting that your clothes ripped.” “Interesting, or sexy as hell?” Harry said, bouncing his pecs fondly remembering the sensation of cotton being shredded by his physique. “Both, really. I intended that the machine would protect people observing the change as it happened, I didn’t realise material objects could get caught up in that too.” He thumbed through his notes. “Which leads me to what we need to test next.” He said with a concerned expression, considering how to undertake this test. “And what’s that?” “I need to test a prompt on somebody who isn’t aware of what we’re doing, to see if they realise something has changed.” Harry raised a hand to his chin and held his elbow. It was almost a comical thinking pose but Jacob couldn’t help but be reminded of an actual marble statue on the promenade of the university, and was struck by how much better a statue of his newly-endowed best friend would be. “How complicated can the prompt be?” Harry said finally. “A few lines at best. Anything more complex could have horrible results.” “What, like Jerri winning survivor?” said Harry, a faux look of terror shadowing his face. Jacob couldn’t help but smirk. “No, on a more personal level. If we sent a prompt to someone that was, say, a few paragraphs long, they could have that being pumped into their subconscious mind throughout their life. We don’t target many junctions at once to prevent future prompts from all happening at once, but even still, having huge amounts of information bombarding your mind could lead to a complete mental breakdown, or something like schizophrenia, hell even a whole other personality developing.” “Well I guess we wouldn’t want that. But I was thinking something more… complex, but short.” “I suppose it should technically work, but why do I get the feeling you’re up to no good?” “Oh, now why would you doubt me like that?” Harry asked with a devilish grin cracking his painfully handsome features. He briefly explained his plan to Jacob, who was concerned at first, but with some not-so-subtle attempts at flirting and charm from the behemoth youth, he accepted.

Todd watched in anguished anticipation as Evan slowly drank down another smoothie. Evan set the glass down on the table, never removing his gaze from Todd. “That’s right Todd. The smoothies you have been making for me have triggered something in my rare genetics,” said Evan. “I can see that Evan. Your growth has been unbelievable.” “It’s more than just growth, Todd. I’ve studied all the data. No one has ever consumed calories like me. I’m superhuman.” Evan smiled at his older supplicant, and let those last two words sink in for effect. “And not just physically, but cognitively as well.” Evan pointed to the laptop that was open. “I’ve decoded my DNA. Oh, and I’ve also been going over the books for our real estate portfolio. I’ve figured out how to maximize that as well.” Todd looked at the young Asian god, trying to maintain his composure, but it was a losing battle. “Your father told me you were looking at the books. We’re already running a tight ship around here, what have you found?” “Don’t change the subject, Todd” said Evan in a very direct tone. The room was still as Evan spoke. He reached down and grabbed the hem of the tight Henley shirt. Todd found himself paralyzed, unable to look away from Evan. He slowly pulled the shirt up, revealing a stunning, rock hard, ripped stomach. “Watch closely Todd, it’s working.” With that, Evan inhaled deep, deeper than Todd thought was humanly possible. His midsection tightened up into an unbelievable display of sheer, slowly pulsing muscle. As he slowly let out a very controlled exhale, Evan’s abdominal muscles started to pop even more. Evan was gazing down as his 8-pack started to transform slowly into a god-like cobbled 12-pack. “Have you ever seen a 12-pack before, Todd,” asked Evan, still looking down at his own stomach, proud of himself. “No Evan, I didn’t think it was ever really possible.” “It was never really possible for a human” said Evan, adding emphasis. “But I’m not human, Todd, right? What am I?” “You are superhuman,” said Todd, his breath short as he acknowledged Evan’s status. “You can look at my abs Todd, I know you want to,” Evan commanded in his deep baritone. And with that, Todd’s eyes started to drink in every stunning inch of muscle on the young man. Evan was mostly smooth, save for a thick treasure trail that started at his navel and went down. Todd kept blinking, unbelieving. “No, it’s all real Todd,” said Evan, almost reading his mind again. With that, Evan pulled the shirt up over his head and tossed it, revealing a spectacularly wide and powerful, smooth chest. Todd could see Evan’s chest rise and fall slowly, and he realized the young muscle god was powered by a very strong heart. “I can make you very rich Todd, that’s not hard for me at all,” said Evan. “We can help each other out here.” “And I can also make you bigger. Not as big as me, needless to say. But I have been studying my own genetics.” Todd nodded, trying to not lose focus in front of the now-shirtless muscle god. “There is one downside to consuming so many calories Todd. My output has increased significantly.” Evan paused for a second and chuckled. “Who am I kidding? My output is superhuman.” The word output kept ringing in Todd’s ears. Superhuman output. Todd’s resistance was cracking fast. He forgot all about Andrew, and how his best friend would react if he knew what was going on. “Todd, we both know I can make you do anything I want. But I won’t ever force you. But I think I know what you want. What you need. And I can make all your dreams come true.” Todd froze. His dick was rising, and he noticed the enormous bulge in Evan’s shorts too. I can make you bigger. Todd opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He moved to take a step forward, but Evan put his hand up immediately. “If you approach Todd, know that it is completely irrevocable. There is no turning back. Do it with respect.” Todd froze again, thinking about his lifelong friendship with Andrew, and how it would be ruined. For what? To get rich? To get big? Again, seemingly reading Todd’s mind, Evan said, “I’ll take care of my father Todd.” Todd swallowed hard, the word respect echoing in his head. He pulled off his shirt and Evan nodded. “No going back.” Todd was only inches away from the tall god, staring directly at his massive chest. He had to look up to gaze into Evan’s eyes. And then Todd dropped to his knees. He reached up for Evan’s shorts and pulled them down over his massive thighs. Evan’s huge dick flopped out. Todd looked up again. He could see a glint of ginger in Evan’s facial hair, and a strong resemblance to his father. Todd opened wide and started to go down on Evan. Evan’s dick swelled to just over nine inches. With some focus, Todd was able to let it snake right down his throat. The pre-cum was thick and it made Todd horny for the real output. After a few minutes of vigorous deep throating, the Asian god started to cum. And cum, and cum. Todd was stunned not only at the volume of the load, which could have filled a smoothie cup, but also the thickness. It truly was superhuman, and Todd eagerly swallowed it all. When he was done, Evan looked down and said, “Good job. You’ll need to do that 10-12 times a day.” Todd looked up, swallowing the last remaining drops from Evan’s head and nodded. He stood up slowly, and noticed how his core felt stronger, more solid. Then they heard Andrew’s car pull up into the driveway, and in a few minutes, his steps. Todd was mortified, but he trusted Evan completely. Andrew walked into the room and saw his son and his business partner, both shirtless. “What’s going on here?” he asked. Evan looked at Todd and said, “I’ll handle it.” Then he walked towards his father, nearly towering over him, and said, “There’s a few things you need to know Dad.”