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Hey guys let me know your thoughts! I had fun writing this one. Part 3 I followed thomas up the stairs. Noticing how his cock swung between his legs and his muscled ass bulged with each step. With every step I took on the stairs I could hear the wood creaking and feel it sink from my weight. I finally get to the door way and realize I have to drop to my knees to get through. I first stuck my head through but my shoulders couldn’t fit through the door. Then I tried sideways but my ass and pecs were bulging so far I couldn’t fit. “Crush it.” Thomas said and with that I shoved through. The Door frame broke in seconds and from my godly muscles. “FUCK SIR LOOK AT ME!” I roared. Standing to my full height of what seemed 8 ft tall. “You’re a puny piece of shit.” Thomas spit at me and then took his massive cock and smacked my leg with it. “you’re tiny do you understand.” He commanded again. “yes sir. I must grow more.” I said this realizing that I must be well over 450lbs. I flexed my biceps and bounced my pecs. Trying to see the massive size I thought I was but I was tiny. I needed to grow bigger. Especially for Master. “I want you to go to your roomand put on what I left on the bed.” Thomas said with a hint of excitement. I barreled down the hall. My shoulders scraping the edges of the walls. “fuck I’m so tiny. I MUST GROW!” I kept repeating to myself. I ran into my room crushing the door frame and saw a velvet track suit that looked like it was made for a whale. The amount of fabric that went into this thing. I then saw a turquoise blue set of posing trunks. I threw them on. The track suit was so huge on me I couldn’t even make out my form. I just looked like a tent. I ran back out to where master was fully clothed with car keys in hand. “Get in the back of the van you tiny man.” He scowled. I knodded making my way to the van but then I stopped. “sir.” I said pleadingly. “what?” Thomas barked. “may I please have more.” I begged. “Please master. I want to get huge for you and I’m such a pathetic little man. Please.” “you know I was thinking the same thing.” He said with a devilish grin. “how about I make you a deal. We go to the gym and you humiliate yourself infront of everyone showing them how tiny and weak you are. If you make through a workout with the weights I desire you will earn not 1…not 2….not even 4 but 10 extra doses.” He grinned. “FUCK YES SIR I WILL DO WHATEVER!” I SCREAMED We finally managed to show up at the gym. But for some reason it looks different. Its all decorated for Christmas. When the last time I was here was right before the 4th of July. “sir when was the last time I was here.” I asked looking down at my beautiful master. “6 months ago.” He scoffed. I racked my brain and I couldn’t figure it out. How do I have no recollection of what happened during 6 months. Suddenly I saw gabe. Fuck he was huge. He had grown since the last time I had seen him. He looked easily 350 lbs. I followed master over to gabe. Fuck he was such a tiny dude! He only came up to my chest. His eyes buggin out and his buddy standing next to him. Holy fuck it was Chris the mutant Taylor. I don’t’ get why everyone called im a mutant. He was maybe half my size. They both stood staring with their jaws wide open. “hey boys.” Thomas said nonchalantly. “want to see a true muscle beast.” Both of the obscene bodybuilders nodded staring at me and my tented body. “follow us.” Thomas said leading us into a private room and locking the doors. “everyone strip. James you last.” Thomas commanded. Gabe and Chris quickly undressed and revealed a meat backed body. Veins exploding all over and muscles to die for. “who wants to be fucked first.” Thomas commanded while dropping his pants revealing his massive cock. “ME MASTER!” I begged “wait boy. You’ll get yours.” Thomas said. “I’m straight I know I am.” Gabe said to Chris. “me too dude I don’t take cock.” Chris said worringly as his noticeable boner began tenting in his tigh lycra shorts. Thomas then walked over to both of them. Snapping his finger and both men on their knees. Gabe was first. He quickly took thomas’ cock in his mouth and swallowed it whole. I could see the tip of Thomas’ cock head stretching the muscle hulks throat. Thomas however didn’t look as if he enjoyed it he just was thrusting watching the muscle man take his godly cock. “going to cum drink it all.” Thomas commanded like it was ordering coffee. Gabe grunted while Chris began stroking himself. Thomas rammed all the way down gabes throat as I watched gabes stomach distend from the floods of cum that must be going in to his stream. But then something weird happened. Gabe began to pulse and almost grow. I don’t know if he was or not because then Thomas looked at me. “Drink him.” He commanded. I walked up lifting gabe all the way for his 9” member to in my mouth. I swallow it entirely in my mouth. “OH FUCK THIS THE BEST BLOW JOB EVER!” Gabe screamed out as I held him mid air. “OH FUCK! I’M GUNNA OH FUCK! OH FUCK! Ahhhhh fuck!” he kept screaming his hands running over my traps “oh my god JAMES YOU’RE A FREAK! YOURE SO HUGE! FUCK YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME! OH FUCK!” HE kept screaming and finally I felt his cock thicken in my mouth. “ITS HAPPENING! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He roared and then BAM! A huge load of cum “oh fuck baby!” he screamed again but his voice sounding a little different. Again I felt his muscle cum flood my mouth I eagerly swallowed it. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO YOU GABE!” Chris screamed. Again more cum flooding my mouth. “oh my god youre shrinking!” chris now in a state of panic and thomas going to him and beginning the feeding process. “I’M WHAT?!?” Gabe said this time his body no longer looking monstrous but more like a national level bodybuilder. “oh fuck again!” he screamed meanwhile I’m holding this man with my two hands around his waist. “take it all this time James”. I heard thomas command and so I obeyed. I sucked harder feeling cum flooding into me. I let go of gabes body with one hand holding his diminishing body with my one massive tree trunk arm. Finally he stopped cumming and I set him down. Realizing he now only comes up to my knee and Thomas’ belly button. “OH FUCK SIR! MY BODY!” I screamed. Thomas signals to me. So I try to go over to him and collapse as my body pulses larger and larger. I feel a prick in my arm. And I look up to see Chris being fed Thomas’ cum and an empty syringe being tossed aside. “OH FUCK SIR I’M GROWING!” I roar I feel everything pulsing and getting extremely pumped. I try to flex but it hurts so bad. I feel the fabric of this loose track suit getting tighter. I see everyone below me staring in awh. I try to flex but I’m to pumped to move. I’m getting bigger. And suddenly I feel my whole body being squeezed by fabric. “FLEX FOR IT BOY!” I hear my master scream. So I take my arms even though the pain is to much to stand and begin flexing as hard as I can. I’m roaring so loud the doors and mirrors are rattling. I see the newly twinked gabe covering his ears. I raise my arms up to pull a double bicep and in a second the sleeves rip. I pull a most muscular and the the back shreds. I hit my quads and the velvet gives away in tatters. All that’s left is an obscene bulge in my turquoise posing trunks. My trunks are straing to fight against the python growing larger. “LOOK AT YOURSELF BOY?” I hear my master say. I turn to look into the mirror and see the most grotesque huge man I’ve ever layed eyes on. My pecs are so huge they hang over the first row of abs. my arms look like they are morphed from one of those pictures. My head is swallowed my traps and neck. My legs are so big that tree trunks can’t even describe them. I see my calves bulging out from side to side. And then veins erupt all over my body. Pulsing. “FUCK MASTER I’M A MONSTER!” I roar again. “bigger master make me bigger.” I scream turning towering over him and the puny men with him. “of course boy. Are you ready for your next meal?” he says pulling is god hood out of chris’ mouth. “yes sir.” I say and with that my posing trunks snap off revealing the largest cock that slams into my pecs. I reach out grabbing chris with one hand. He’s already leaking so much precum. “NO I DON’T WANT TO BE SMALL! PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING!” He begs. I open my mouth grabbing his tiny cock with my tongue and instantly he explodes in my mouth. “DRINK EVERY LAST DROP BOY!” Thomas commands so of course I obey.

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

“how big do you want to get James." I say to myself looking in the mirror. "there's no limit."” I respond holding the syringe in my hand. Ok.. so 1 ml…..ah fuck it lets just double it and see what happens. Now let me begin by saying I have always wanted to be massive. Like take a pro bodybuilder….then double it…no scratch that quadruple it. Mainly because quads are my favorite. Don’t get me wrong though if you saw me in person you would do a double take. I’m about 5’10 220lbs. any guy would kill to have my body as it already is, but not me. I want to be a freak and after this last coach ditching me for a bodybuilder who has more potential I’m done. I’m done relying on these guys. So this is where I’m at and I hope you’re ready for the journey. I begin by taking my eight mandatory poses and weight. 221.4 this morning. Ok not bad Xls fit tight and my ass looks amazing. But I did all this research and found a distributer of this new steroid on the market. It’s Diatestrol. Apparently it’s a super intense version of dianabol, test, and winstrol. Which ok whatever no one has tried it yet. My friend Thomas told me he could get me some before it’s pulled completely so I said fine and he ordered me as many vials as he could. Now theres suppose to be no side effects and I’m interested in knowing….hold on my phone is going off. Its Thomas…. Weird. “Hey Thomas.” “ James did you take the serum yet?” Shit…..should I tell him I just doubled the dosage and shot myself up. “No way why?” “Oh thank god. Throw it away James. Its completely pulled the doctors who made it are in prison.” OH FUCK.. WHAT THE HELL DID I DO. “James?” “Yeah?” “You ok? You didn’t take it did you?” “no way dude. I’ll get rid of it. Has anyone taken it?” “no one thank god. Apparently the government documentation said it causes mental, physical, and sexual disabilities.” Oh god……I think to myself “oh shit.. well thanks for calling me.” Well fuck…I guess I’m going to die. “wait before you go Thomas, has anyone died? And how does the government know this if there isn’t any human test subjects?” “oh they tested monkeys it says. No deaths it reports. I don’t know man just throw it out. See ya at the gym later.” Ok fuck.. well at least no one died. Damn I’m hungry. I really need to go to the grocery store. *gurgle*. Fuck I’m starving! I jump in my car and drive to the nearest taco bell. I know I know don’t judge me I’m just starving. Wait didn’t Thomas call me a few minutes ago…uhm yeah I guess he did . Weird I don’t’ even remember our conversation. Ah fuck the seatbelt is cutting into my pecs. “Welcome to taco bell how may I take your order.” “I want it all.” “excuse me?” “everything you have give me 10 of everything on the menu.” What the fuck am I saying. OH FUCK I’M STARVING! “sir seriously?” “YES I’M FUCKING SERIOUS!” woah james calm down what is getting into you. Wait didn’t you take some new steroid….. “sorry I mean yes please. I’m just really hungry.” “ok sir that will be 1068.72.” “sure thing.” “theres a lot here sir can you pull around front and we will bring.” “BRING IT TO ME AS ITS GETTING DONE!” Why does the girl look so terrified of me? Ah fuck this seatbelt is really hurting. God damnit…oh shit…. I just yanked the seat belt off the wall….. god damnit. Oh praise god the first order here and I begin stuffing my face. Just one after another and I’m keeping up with them. Almost an hour later and I’m still stuffing my face. My stomach protruding out fighting for space against my steering wheel. I finish my last bite. FUCK THAT FEELS AMAZING! “GYM TIME!” I floor it to the gym and get there seeing Gabe the big guy that trains here. 6’4 300lbs. Ya that sounds like a lot but at 6’4 he should be 360 to be a true freak. He still walks normal… its pathetic. I get out of the car and slam my door. I’m breathing abnormally heavy. Walking in I see Thomas my slender gay best friend. Tall dark and handsome with an ass that goes for days. He definitely has a models body but the brains of boy genius. “damn james.” “what?” “what are you on?” “what do youmean?” “You look like you’ve gained 10lbs since yesterday.” “dude I weighed myself this morni…..” I stop thinking to myself. Wait I did inject myself with that serum. I DID. DOUBLE THE DOSE OH FUUUUCK. I stare at Thomas with a look that obviously freaks him out. “james…. You ok?” “yeah I need to weigh my…” I spot the squat rack that Gabe is at. He has it loaded with 4 plates on each side. “I can squat that.” “What? You can squat what Big Gabe is squatting?” “fuck yes I can.” I said smacking my chest then smacking Thomas’ ass. “Come watch me crush this bitch.” I begin strutting over to Gabe. I see him sitting on the floor sweat pouring off of him. He looks beat. “are you fucking serious bro.” WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH ME TODAY. “excuse me”. Gabe grunted in between breaths. His pecs heaving up and down. “Watch a true muscle freak.” I go under the weight and hold on. I’ve never even lifted over 315 how do I think I’m going to lift this. I lift the weight. My knees shaking but I notice veins popping out everywhere. Thomas’ eyes are getting wider I can see in the mirror behind me. I begin to descend down my ass hitting the bottom of the hole. Then I try to push up. But I’m stuck. Gabe begins to laugh. “oh ya what a big tough muscle fr….”He stops mid sentence as I let out an obscene scream and explode up. I go again. And again. And again. I bust out 20 reps and throw the weight on the rack. “FUCK YA YOU BITCH.” I Look up at gabe my eyes level with his chin. He grabs my shirt “you calling me a bitch bro.” “Uh ya I am you fucking idiot.” I say grabbing his wrists and slowly starting to squeeze. I see pain overcome his face. I feel power building inside me. I look in the mirror as Gabe drops to his knees and his face lands in my crotch. My cock twitches in delight as a new slave is being made. Wait did I just say slave… also why am I getting so worked up. I see in the mirror my muscles bulging all over. I look massive. Veins popping out everywhere they almost seem to be pulsing. “You are a fucking asshole.” Gabe spits at me. “oh really? Fucking asshole?” I begin to squeeze his wrist harder until I hear a snap. Gabe screams out in pain and I look at Thomas who has a massive wet spot all over his pants. I look back in the mirror and at the weight I just demolished. I look around the gym and see people quickly collecting their things. What is their issue? I’m just trying to work out here. Damn why is gabe on the floor….. Oh fuck I’m starving. Noticing my clothes are so fucking tight. I knew I sucked at laundry. I then rip my shirt and a shorts off. Thomas lets out an audible gasp. I look fucking amazing. I’m huge. My biceps are massive and split down the center with mountain like peaks. My traps are raising up towards my ears. My pecs are so huge that my nipples can’t even be seen. My 6 no 8 no HOLY FUCK MY 12 PACK! Is so fucking shredded. I rub my hands over them a few time to which I see two legs…no they aren’t legs these are fucking tree trunks. They are so huge that I’m not even sure I’ll be able to walk. My calves are jutting out like perfect diamonds. My hands are running around my body. I finally find my nips and twist. “HOLY FUCK!” My semi hard cock lunges forward snapping the band off my briefs. Holy shit how big is my cock now. Its at least 9 inches and fuck its thick. I feel a hand on my now shelf like ass I try to see who it is in the mirror but I’m so massive I’m blocking them. A finger slips up into my hole. I drop to my knees and moan trying to hold my orgasm in. I feel the finger slide in deeper hitting my prostate and then I hear a deep voice. “cum.” And like that James Vesuvius came. All over Gabe, who seems to be relishing every moment, all over the mats, all over the mirror. I feel the finger slide out of me and I collapse on the ground. My body pulsing. I hear Thomas’ voice now. “James come here.” “Yes Thomas?” “get on the scale.” “Yes Thomas.” I step on the scale. I add 220 and the scale is too light. I had 5 lbs nothing. 10 lbs. nothing. 20lbs nothing. 30 lbs and finally the weight settles at 250. “Very good James.” “yes sir.” Wait why am I calling Thomas Sir “30lbs. in one day. Lets see if we can make it 50 tomorrow. Thomas slaps my ass one two and then I feel a stab I try to see what is going on but I a sudden overwhelming feeling of orgasmic euphoria comes over me. “How big do you want to get boy?” Thomas says to me. I stand up straight pecs bulging out. “there’s no limit sir.” I scream out like I’m in the military answering my sergeant “correct.” Thomas grins deliciously.

I Una tarde después de darle vueltas al asunto decidí preguntarme a Iván sobré qué tomaba él. Ivan había entrado en la empresa en que yo trabajaba unos años después que yo y como era amigo de uno de mis amigos no tardé en conocerlo. Lo que me llamó la atención fue el tamaño descomunual de sus brazos. Sus antebrazos eran mas grandes mi biceps y sus hombros se marcaban debajo de la remera. Su espalda estaba llena de músculos y se notaba que tenía una fuerza enorme. Nunca hablamos demasiado sobre temas de gimnasio hasta que me decidí y le mandé un mensaje por skype. Me pasó la información de su nutricionista y me dijo que varios galanes de la televisión iban a verlo. Agendé una cita y fui aterrado sin saber donde me estaba metiendo. En la sala de espera me atendió un tipo que parecía patovica. En las paredes había cuadros ridiculos de hombres musculososo en la playa o en el mar. Me senté junto a un pibe que debía tener diez años menos que yo pero que tenía unos brazos el doble de grandes y unas piernas peludas, largas y fibrosas que me costó no mirar. Entró primero que yo y pude escuchar a traves de la pared que el doctor, se llamaba Yamel, lo felicitaba por haber aumentado la masa muscular. Incluso llegó a resaltar que sus piernas habían crecido mucho. Cuando fue mi turno me encontré con un viejo del tamaño de Yoda. No sonreía y su expresión era tranquila como la de un sapo. Detrás de su escritorio había una biblioteca llena de fotos de fisiculturístas y hombres musculosos. Me preguntó por qué había ido a la consulta y le dije que quería mejorar en el entrenamiento. Sin más respondió: —Querés crecer. —Sí —dije y no pude evitar una sonrisa. Me tomó todas las medidas posibles y me dijo que dada mi contextura, podía llegar hasta los noventa kilos. Eso me pareció una locura. Yo estaba pesando poco más de setenta y tenía un poco de grasa. O al menos a mi me parecía poca, dado que para él yo estaba gordo. Eso me causó gracia. Me dio la receta me dijo que eran 60 cápsulas para tomar durante un mes, una con el desayuno y otra por la tarde. Después de ese mes tenía que tomar un remedio para que no me crecieran las tetas como a las mujeres. Eso me dio mucho más miedo del que tenía antes. Me dio tambien una dieta que debía seguir 6 dias de forma estricta y con un día libre. La dieta no era nada del otro mundo, yo mas o menos comía eso sin problema. Me dijo que me estaba dando un anabolisante y un quemador de grasa para los rollos. Esa misma tarde fui a la farmacia y le di la receta para que mandaran al laboratorio a hacer las pastillas. Las recogí a los pocos días y ese mismo viernas empecé a tomarlas. No pude evitar sentir cierta euforia y aunque no solía hacerlo decidí entrenar el sábado. No sentí diferencia, pero tampoco esperaba que fueran mágicas. Ivan me había dicho que tardaría dos semanas en hacer efecto. Sin embargo al tercer día sentía que había perdido algo de la grasa acumulada en la panza. El lunes fui a entrenar y yo mismo me sorprendí de la fuerza que tenía. Levanté un 20% más que mi máximo histórico y eso que no había ganado ni siquiera un kilo de nada. Sentía simplemente fuerza y ganas de levantar cosas. Al día siguiente me levanté con mucha energía y fui al gimnasio. Había decidido intentar ir la mayor cantidad de días posibles. Ese día sucedió lo mismo. La fuerza de mi cuerpo era irreal, nunca había levantado tanto peso. Ahora podía entender a esos flacos enormes que levantaban pesos absurdos. La fuerza de mi cuerpo era irreal. Esa misma tarde me saqué la remera y pude fue como mis músculos se habían inflado y ganado definición. Mi pecho estaba mucho más grande y mis hombros mas redondos. Mis brazos estaban todos duros y me costaba moverlos y sentía la espalda mucho más ancha. El reflejo de mi cuerpo y la fuerza que estaba sintiendo en el cuerpo me parecieron irreales. Solo habían pasado 5 dias, le mandé un mensaje a Ivan. —Boludo, esta es la posta. Lo que me dio Yoda me dio muchísima fuerza. —Y no sabés lo que te espera... —me dijo Ivan—, en dos semanas vas a ser otra persona. —¡Es una locura! Ahora entiendo a esos chabones que levantaban pesos imposibles. —Es genial, vas a ver que va a ir en aumento y vas a sentir que las pesas se vuelven más livianas. Cuando hice mi primer ciclo me volví loco de la fuerza que de pronto tenía. Después se estabiliza y te acostumbras. Pero vas a volverte mucho mas fuerte que cualquier flaco que no tome pastis. —Boludo, es zarpada la diferencia. En el gimnasio era el que más levantaba. Incluso el entrenador me dijo que estaba levantando mucho peso y que estaba entrenando muy bien. Yo sentía que recién estaba empezando y que todavía me quedaba muchísima más fuerza por ganar. Pero al mismo tiempo sentía mi cuerpo liviano como si hubiera bajado de peso. Antes de ir al gimnasio las manos me temblaban; sentía que tenía que ir si o si a levantar pesas y hacer fuerza. De todos modos me daba cuenta de que recién estaba empezando. A los pocos días empezaron a aparecer los músculos. ¡Y que músculos!

"Orientation" Preview One thing I cared about is my pride and i cant tell if it's about to be shattered or completely destroyed. Here I am, with a bunch of bruises, a black eye, and a bloody nose, about to die. All I see is a giant 30 inch long, 10 inch thick, veiny cock charging up its last but powerful attack. "Avery wait! You'll kill her" Ben yelled. At least I won't die alone "If she wants to see what she's dealing with and to get stronger, she'll stay right where she's at!" Avery yelled back I'm not really willing to stay where I'm at. I'm on one knee, panting, completely out of stamina, holding my left arm, and looking at a giant dick that's about to blast me either to the fighter jet behind me, or oblivion...

I have a feeling Thomas will drain James at some point...

I’m a late comer...but glad to find this epic comic! The design of bio suits, before and after transformation, was awesome and Zach with human face wearing it was sooo hot. I wish to see Joel in this suit too. If it continued, I would love to see our protagonists directly assimilating their close friends or the transformation of Jay!! I am interested in the reason why the aliens keep human os and memories.

Thanks to all who have read and enjoyed this story. It's time to finish Matt in the Mirror now, so here are the last three parts. Enjoy! Part 11 Two weeks out Matt shaved his body for the first time with Steve’s help. Steve thought it would be fun shaving a bodybuilder, but it was more complicated than he thought and not so delightful for Matt. They both looked at the result in the bedroom mirror as Matt flexed and practiced a couple of his poses. It did restore some youthfulness and showed his front side, pecs and abs, to greater detail, but Steve preferred the hairy muscleman look. Steve saw that Matt’s physique had become more vacuum-packed looking. His pecs had shrunk some but were still impressive. Steve felt their hardness as Matt continued his little posing routine. The days passed and Matt became more anxious about the Nitro contest. He also seemed to lose interest in sex and kept asking what he should eat next. His cardio workouts increased and by the day of the contest he was taking in minimal water and weighed in at 254 pounds meeting the goal Thor had set for him. On contest day in the backstage weight room the contestants were pumping up in preparation for their time on stage. There was a lot of looking around, guys checking out other guys to get a better sense of the competition, and nervous sweating and pacing. Matt tried to focus on himself, but couldn’t resist looking at the others, a sea of primed and pumped, rounded and bulging beautiful muscles grown for the enjoyment of others. He was glad he had the contest to think about, otherwise his big cock would bust out of his posers with so much gorgeous man meat on display. The event was emceed by Tank and Thor, now wearing suits of the first time, and proceeded with the lightweight division first, then on to middleweights, light-heavies, and finally heavyweights. As the contest dwindled down to his category, Matt started to shake as he thought about going out on the stage. But soon enough it was over as heavyweight Matt had completed all his mandatory poses and his personal program. Division winners were then announced one by one. Matt’s gut was churning by this point. He thought he had a good chance, but wasn’t sure. When Matt’s name was announced as first place winner of his division, he was very surprised and realized that he’d now have to pose in one final round with the three other division winners in competition for the Nitro Universe title. Standing up there and posing was a big blur and by the end he was exhausted. The other guys continued to pose and step in front of him, but he pushed forward and squeezed out a few more. The crowd roared every time Matt flexed for them. “…And the winner of the first Mr. Nitro Universe title goes to…Matt Nelson!” Matt was in absolute shock and disbelief. The house lights were raised and he could see the full auditorium for the first time. Tank and Thor encouraged him to strike a few more poses which he did, but could tell his energy was really flagging. Matt looked at the crowd as he struck his most muscular pose and they went wild. Near the front he saw his parents cheering and clapping with the biggest smiles on their faces. Matt waived at them, smiled back and proceeded to walk off, when he flashed one more flex of his huge arm. The audience roared and whistled. Groupies, friends, parents and others waited for their heroes to exit the theater. Matt eventually appeared and the crowd clapped and hooted their approval. As Matt made his way through the crowd some wanted to meet him, talk, get selfies and autographs. First up was Steve who couldn’t resist giving Matt the biggest hug and a sexy kiss amidst all the excitement. Matt’s parents came next who were both crying. Matt put his huge arms over their shoulders and posed while numerous photos were taken. Later his father Greg worked the crowd and bragged that his son was Matt Nelson. Towards the back of the group was another familiar figure. James Wilkerson, the muscle daddy, was standing there wearing a black leather vest which parted to reveal his massive hairy chest and pecs and his oversized arms. James was squeezing the hand of his well-built, younger boyfriend dressed in a form-fitting top and tight pants. Matt’s mouth almost dropped open as he scanned James’s body. “That’s funny, that’s the same look you gave me when I first met you five years ago at the gym. I knew you were gay from that very moment. And, I also realized when I saw you at the job interview that there was no way I’d win if you were on stage. It was time to step aside and let you have your day in the sun. Matt, this is your time. Make the best of it and enjoy it. I look forward to seeing you in two weeks.” The two massive men hugged, shook hands and parted. Another surprise for the evening, Matt had no idea his new boss was gay. That night, Matt, Steve, and his parents celebrated Matt’s victory at a local restaurant. The conversation was animated as they talked about Matt’s win, his feelings about it, his new job, and about Steve’s nutrition and training career. Matt was tired and famished, not quite able to take part in the way he wanted to. The food arrived at the table and Matt said, “You can’t believe how difficult it was to stick to Steve’s diet. I’m glad it’s all over with and I’m going to enjoy myself for a while.” Steve remarked, “Remember, it’s only three weeks of enjoyment before you start that new job and get back to the gym.” The conversation continued and Matt wolfed down his steak and potatoes and washed it down with a beer. The others hadn’t finished their food as Matt leaned over whispering to Steve about ordering another steak. “Sure Matt, this is your night. You’ve earned it.” Greg was surprised to see another plate delivered to the table and placed in front of Matt. “I know what you’re feeling. I was once in the game myself. Matt, you may want to watch your appetite. All your work of the past two months could be wiped out in just a few weeks.” “After our vacation it’s back to the gym for both of us. I expect to gain a few pounds back. That diet was brutal!” Matt said. At the end of the meal Matt suddenly felt very tired and told his parents he needed to go home and get some sleep. His parents gave one last round of congratulations, hugged both Matt and Steve, and parted. Part 12 Steve awoke with Matt’s cock firmly lodged against his ass. He subtly pressed backward to see if Matt was awake and to tease him. Matt sleepily responded, “My dick wants to play.” “Mine does too,” Steve whispered. Within minutes they were thrashing about on the bed exploring, sucking, kissing, licking, and stroking. Matt became so hard by this point and couldn’t wait any longer to fuck Steve and quickly entered him. Steve cried out, “Fuck me you muscle humping stud…fuck me!” He sensed Matt was about to come. “Pull out and shoot on me!” Steve wanted to see Matt’s huge ramrod cock explode while watching his lover’s rippling muscles. Matt obeyed and jerked off, unloading streams of thick cum onto Steve’s chest. Matt spread the warm cream on Steve’s chest and licked at his hard nipples. Several years of regular tit play had grown his nipples larger and Matt enjoyed the fruits of his labor. This got Steve worked up and soon was fucking his delicious man stud Matt. Both satisfied, they took a nap before heading out to the kitchen in their underwear to eat. Matt drank his first protein shake of the day while Steve made a breakfast consisting of omelets with buttered toast, and waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream. When ready Matt wolfed them down and asked what they might have at their next meal. Matt felt his body deserved a rest and the extra calories and protein would help rebuild his body. In a couple of hours Matt drank another protein shake, but this made him sleepy so he took another nap with Steve. That set the pattern for the day which became a series of meals, naps, punctuated by sex. Matt and Steve made out again that afternoon before showering and getting dressed for their trip to a pizza restaurant. Matt wanted pizza bad and couldn’t remember the last time he had had it. They ordered two large pizzas with all the toppings and washed it down with beer. Steve could get through only half his pizza, so Matt finished the rest for him. Steve was amazed that Matt could eat that much, and wasn’t too concerned about Matt gaining back the weight he had lost. The next day, Sunday, started out the same way with sex and food. In the afternoon they decided to go to the Rib Fest an outdoor event which featured barbecued meats, a beer garden, and live entertainment. The day started cool so Matt threw on a hoodie over his Nitro Gym logo shirt. The t-shirt was hopelessly too small and sucked in around his huge pecs and rode high on his arms, scrunching up around his massive delts. After a while the sun came out which forced both Matt and Steve to strip down to their t-shirts. Immediately they started getting looks from people they passed, particularly women. Young girls giggled and snickered at the sight of them and an elderly woman couldn’t stop looking. A number of them wanted to pose, especially with Matt, and asked their beerbellied husbands or boyfriends to take pictures. “Honey, why can’t you look like these guys?” one said. A few admirers were men who felt intimidated about approaching massive Matt, and talked to smaller Steve instead. Another fellow with a decent build seemed to be cruising them. After a while Matt motioned to him to approach. This guy was gay and had been working out for only the past six months. He told them how much of an inspiration they were and asked for some training advice and if he could take a selfie with them. They obliged and posed with arms flexed, stretching their t-shirts to the maximum. The stranger was ecstatic. “Thanks guys, you’ve made my day…oh, and my night too!” he said. By this time Matt and Steve were happy to get out of the spotlight and went to a corner of the beer garden where they could enjoy their meal in peace. Matt had purchased half racks of pork and beef ribs, plus a barbecued chicken. Sides of fries, slaw, and biscuits completed the meal. Again, Matt devoured the food as if he hadn’t eaten in a year. Steve was amazed at how much he could eat and delighted at the sight. He loved his big man and wanted his man bigger again. After nearly three last weeks of eating and no workouts Matt admitted to feeling bloated and waddled about their apartment like a prize hog fattened up for auction. He hadn’t weighed himself since the Nitro contest and was suddenly afraid of how much he had gained. Reluctantly he stepped up on the scales and had to bend over to see the readout past his pecs. The window flashed “285” his highest weight ever. He was afraid to tell Steve. “I guess I overdid it,” Matt commented to Steve as he looked at his huge well-fed body in the bedroom mirror. Crammed into a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt Matt was ready to bust out of his clothes. “I thought I could keep my eating under control, but it was harder than I thought.” “It’s all good Matt. You’re still one fucking, sexy, hot man. Let’s look at you!” Steve pulled Matt’s t-shirt off revealing his massive ballooned torso. “Look at these monster arms and those big muscle tits!” The sight of bodybuilder Matt stuffed into those jeans was incredible sexy and Steve’s cock quickly bulged up in his pants in response. “Let’s get these pants off too.” Matt obliged and stood there in his sexy underwear putting his massive pillow-like thighs on view for Steve to enjoy. Steve absolutely loved Matt’s off-season muscle hog look. He ran his hands over Matt’s body feeling the various muscle groups, their added weight, size, and smoothness. Steve’s exploration moved lower as he kneeled in front of Matt to pull his underwear down. “Did this grow too?” he asked. “This is one meal I can’t get enough of.” Steve eagerly devoured Matt’s tantalizing cock and pulled his ass forward forcing Matt’s growing cock deeper in his mouth. In and out, sucking and slurping at first, Steve then licked Matt’s big pole starting from the bottom and ending at the top where Steve lingered swirling his tongue around and around the big helmet-shaped head. Within minutes Steve was rewarded with a mouthful of Matt’s hot cum. In bed that night Steve put his head on Matt’s shoulder and massaged his pillow-like pecs as they talked about their schedules in the upcoming week including Matt’s new job. Eventually becoming sleepy, Matt turned on his side, wrapped his big arms around Steve and held him close snuggling tightly against his body. Steve quickly fell asleep while feeling his massive muscular lover’s body and the semi-hard cock that was pointing into his ass. Part 13 The next morning Steve helped Matt get dressed for the first day on his new job. They struggled to get Matt’s shirt and pants on his bulked-up body. “I’m not sure this is going to work, but I don’t have any other choice. I’ll have to wear these things until I can find something else,” Matt remarked as he struggled to fasten the waistband of his pants. Matt hadn’t considered the effect an eating spree would have on his new office attire, but Steve tried to reassure him that everything was ok and that he still looked hot in his tight clothing. Matt went to the mirror and flexed a few muscles to see how much he could move and quickly heard a popping sound from the shirt. He stood there amazed by the look and shook his head. This first day at work was a whirlwind of introductions and an orientation for the position. By noon he was famished as he had no time for his midmorning meals or snacks. Fortunately, Wilkerson Construction had an employee cafeteria that Matt could use at lunchtime. Matt hadn’t quite got his eating back in control, and stuffed himself. He knew he would have to control his eating or he would soon bust out of his shirt, pants or both, and hopefully not at work. He had to get back to the gym he told himself. The workouts that week at Nitro were definitely a challenge. Thor and Tank could tell Matt had ballooned back to his old weight and more and were disappointed with his off-season look. Matt told them of his plan to resume his workouts and get back in shape. “You better,” Tank responded. “The Midwest Regionals are next year and you’re going to be there.” It took almost a month to rework his diet and establish a routine that fit with his work schedule. But soon he was working out with heavier weights than he had ever used before. Matt’s definition reappeared and filled in just a little bit more over the following months. He resumed his intense chest workouts and built his pecs back to their pre-Nitro Universe contest size and then couldn’t resist growing them even larger for Steve and himself. His hair had grown back over his pecs and lightly covered his abs as well. Steve was very happy with Matt’s look and couldn’t keep his hands off his swarthy, muscle-stuffed, man stud. How could one not worship such an incredible specimen? Matt thought his appearance was super hot too and frequently got hard thinking about how he had grown. He loved how his now 295lb muscle crammed body filled and stretched his clothes, a constant reminder of what he had accomplished since his days as a skinny 14 year old. Matt had truly dedicated himself to building a magnificent body. He reflected on his blown out back humped high and wide with muscle, massively broad and veiny arms that hung outward, supremely muscular delts that capped his hugely bulked, muscle bursting arms and tied into an enormous chest dominated by immense, ballooned, muscle-pad pecs, all this supported by mammoth legs of crazy thick proportion and mass. Matt fell asleep on the sofa thinking about it all. He was only 23 years old and his muscles hadn’t matured yet. How big could he get? How big did he want to be? Matt woke with a start from his nap and sat up. The force of his movement had torn the shirt at the shoulders. He decided to inspect the damage and swaggered to the bedroom mirror to see the whole package. His cock hardened quickly as he stood there looking at himself. The look of his huge muscle bloated body, nearly 300lbs, and his inflated cock pushing against the tight clothing was such a major turn on. He fumbled to unzip his pants and release its contents. Matt watched his cock flex upward in one sweeping arc gaining in size as it moved to its full upright attention. His huge pole throbbed a few more times fully inflating the giant cockhead, a wide helmet of perfect proportion. Thick veins running the length of his cock swelled to their full dimension and fed their vital fluid to the entire 11 inch shaft. Matt shook as he ran his hand along his dick, then with a more forceful tugging watched the head swell up even larger and turn a darker color. Turning directly to the mirror Matt gave his most muscular pose feeling the incredible tightness in his shirt as it began to reach the breaking point. Just another flex brought his engorged monster cock to its ultimate hardness. A distinct ripping sound from his sleeves and back pushed him over the top. Matt watched as his incredible, cum-stuffed cock lost its thick load against the mirror in a pulsating flood. He sunk to the floor feeling relief and satisfaction. He had the body he wanted.

Man this story is deliciously good in every single way. Matt and Steve romance and love for muscle it's the best thing in this story. I like how Matt's shyness is still there even when he became one hot piece of a man.

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!”

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.

"These young gentleman are Ben and Avery. They both just enlisted they are both 19." Aqua says enthusiastically. Well ain't that something, they both 19. Called it. I'm not gonna lie they were both low-key cute. LOW-KEY. "Ben, Avery, this is your new captain, Christine." Captain Aqua is so good at acting. She acting like she not gonna cuss me out to take care of these "rookies". She always has some kind of Petty reason to cuss anybody out in this station. Ben walks over to me, all friendly and shit, says "Hi, nice to meet you! I look forward to being your recruit from now on!" I look at him, trying not to cringe on how nice he was, I hesitantly shook his hand and said "Nice to meet you too..." I can tell Capt didnt take too kindly to that. Avery standing in the back corner with his arm crossed in front of his chest. The only kind of greeting I got from him was a swift head nod, which I can respect. "Good since y'all finally know each other, Christine lemme tall to you real quick" I can tell Aqua bout to tear me a new one. Why? Good question. Ben and Avery walk out the office and close the door. "I'm not gonna cuss you out this time. But I will let you know that these recruits keep coming in and overpowering our captain's. I need you to not let that happen to you." Aqua says firmly "What's so threatening about those 2 guys?" I really couldn't see it "Find out their powers and you know..." I walk out the office too see ben and Avery waining outside. "Alright yall walk with me" I says firmly. Ben and avery both walk by my sides. I'm getting this sort of emo side from Avery and Ben is just happy to be here. Avery is this tall skinny guy with neck length dark hair, and booming blue eyes, and Ben slightly shorter then avery has short brown pointed up and booming gray eyes. "Ok, I don't how much she told you about his place, but this the "special forces". And not the special forces from mortal kombat. Mostly everybody here has a power of some sort to help our cause to save this country. My job is not to be your friend, but to train you and lead you victory and survival." I walk them outside to one of the empty hangars. Aka my training spot. I really want to see why Aqua chose these nerd looking bitches. "So, show me your powers!" I yell squaring up with them. Avery finally looks up says "You sure?" "Give me everything you got" "Ok, you asked for it. Ben I'll go first" Avery takes his shirt off and throws it to the side. He breathes in and out slowly amd calmly. I dont know what he's planning. All of a sudden his body starts shaking. He lifts his left arm flexes his bicep and the bicep starts spasing and growing. Avery looks at me with an evil grin on his face. He lift his other arm, flex that biceps and that one starts growing. Avery chuckling sinisterly and says to me "This is what you wanted and youre going to get it!" What the hell... did I get... Myself... Into...

Pump up the Volume 2017 edition A post from the original Muscle evolution forums updated for 2017 I will also continue the series if you like it. Tim looked at his watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. Dan didn't seem to be coming after all. It had been a long, hot summer, and the two friends often met up in the afternoon and played frisbee -- usually in the park, but today was especially warm and Dan had suggested the beach. So Tim had turned up in his t-shirt and khaki shorts, with a speedo underneath just in case they went swimming. He'd strolled up and down the sand for half an hour now and their was no sign of his friend. He leant back against the breakwater and considered what to do. There were a couple of dozen people along the beach: playing ball, soaking up the sun or reading, and it was pleasant enough to stand here for a while and watch the world go by, especially as there were a fair number of guys here who didn't mind showing off what they'd got from all those hours in the gym. Tim had a pretty average bod in fact: not fat but a little flabby, and a bit hairy too -- hardly what you'd call athletic. Not that he was bad-looking: some of those gym-guys might have returned his looks if he hadn't been too shy to let them catch him watching them. But he could hardly stop himself from looking when he saw the three guys who'd just arrived. They were perhaps in their mid-twenties, with golden skin and sun-bleached hair, and their t-shirts did little to hide the fact that they were all extremely big guys. Tim's attention was drawn to one in particular, carrying some sort of poles, whose arms seeming to be bursting out of his shirt, and whose smooth, muscular legs rippled as his quads and calves tensed and relaxed with each step. Could they be serious bodybuilders, he wondered? The guy with the pole and another one carrying a bright orange bundle of netting stopped and started to assemble them into what must be a volleyball net. And sure enough, the third boy, dressed similarly but wearing Headphones connected to a smartphone, was carrying a ball... and looking around, as if scanning the horizon for something lost. For a moment he looked directly at Tim, slightly quizzically, and Tim, realizing he'd been staring openly at the three guys, glanced away and pretended to be getting the sand out of his flip-flops. It didn't work. Shit, the guy was coming over -- Tim felt nervous, intimidated by the guy's size: his throat felt tight as if he'd hardly be able to speak. "Hey man," the guy began, tossing the ball back to his friends and taking off his headphones, "we were planning to play volleyball, but my teammate hasn't shown up, so I was wondering... you seem to be on your own -- would you like to join us?" Tim swallowed. Up close this guy was even more amazing: his pecs were clearly visible under his shirt, nipples and all. His biceps were too big for the sleeves, which he'd roughly bunched up over his broad shoulders. Tim caught himself staring, and stammered: "Oh... I... uh... yeah, I would l-love to.... but.... that is... I mean, I've played a little, but surely I'm not in your league? He smiled disarmingly: "Ah, don't worry about that, we don't take it too seriously. C'mon, it'll be fun. Hey, I'm Rich, by the way." "Oh, er... yeah... Tim. Nice to meet you." But Tim's attention was drawn to the two other guys, who'd finished putting up the net, and proceeded to peel off their shirts, and their shorts too. Underneath they were wearing square-cut swimsuits that left little to the imagination. They stood there for a moment, displaying their muscular bodies to the world, then began to warm up, punching the ball back and forth. With each step, jump or bend of an arm, muscles bulged and rippled across their smooth bodies. Tim's eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. He'd seen some fit guys on the beach before, but never anything like this. From what he could see Rich was built the same way as the others... Tim felt himself getting hard at the idea of his new teammate stripping off too. Fortunately, his own speedo (which considering his relatively small body he rather hoped he wouldn't be required to strip too) was tight enough to stop the bulge getting too obvious. But could these boys really want to play with him? It didn't make any sense! Rich noticed his reluctance, and also his interest: "Yeah we do like to show off a bit I guess. Look... Tim, I understand you might feel a bit shy... but here, listen to this." He handed his headphones to Tim and quickly searched for the youtube video on his Smartphone from his pocket. "If I'm not mistaken it'll give you a little confidence boost." Then he smiled slyly at Tim and winked, "Well, actually, not so little." At first, Tim couldn't hear anything, but then the music began to slowly fade in. For a few bars, it was a swirl of mysterious, floating chords: amorphous but intriguing. Then the beat kicked in: pulsing, throbbing, infectious. This wasn't the kind of music Tim would normally listen to, but he felt himself being immersed in it. A high melody started to fold itself around him, and in the background he thought he could hear some kind of hypnotic, whispered vocal, words repeating over and over again, too indistinct to make out clearly. He stayed standing upright, but felt the music relaxing him, vibrating throughout his body. He noticed that Rich had taken off his shirt and was standing watching him intently, arms crossed in a pose that accentuated his melon-sized pecs and pumped biceps -- but he was too comfortable, too relaxed to ask himself what exactly Rich was looking at. Tim started to experience a kind of tingling, prickling feeling, starting in his fingertips and rapidly spreading along his arms. Not unpleasant like an itch, but more like the pleasant feeling of scratching an itch. He looked, and gasped as he saw the tiny hairs on his arms writhing around and... could they really be retracting? It seemed so: barely seconds later his forearms were completely smooth. Meanwhile the sensation had spread across his whole body: a light tingling on his chest and back, stronger on his legs, and strongest of all -- almost a burning feeling -- in his crotch and underarms. Tim saw the hair vanishing from his legs too, and felt the hairs pulling under his clothes as they retracted. He slipped a hand inside his waistband and felt his stomach, totally smooth even below the navel. No sooner had the tingling subsided than the music stepped up a gear, modulating and becoming more insistent, more powerful. Tim felt he could almost make out the words, but as he strained to do so he became aware of something else: his shorts had slipped down an inch or two at his waist, exposing the top of his speedo, and were now sitting on his hips. Surely he hadn't stretched them somehow? And his previously baggy shirt was feeling smaller than usual, stretched tight across his chest. He put a hand to his chest, and realised that it was himself, his body, and not his clothes that were changing. It was not only Tim's chest that was growing under his shirt, pressing against the light cotton fabric. He felt his shoulders swelling up too, and his biceps ballooning until the muscles stretched his sleeves super tight. Wide, wing-like lats were spreading out from his narrow waist up to his broad shoulders, pulling the material taut across his stomach. His khaki shorts may have been loose at the waist, but he felt the legs fill up as his quads developed too, and lower down he saw he his calves erupting into perfect diamonds of pure muscle. The music continued its slow crescendo, and now Tim could hear the words plainly: "PUMP UP" it whispered, over and over again, and "ULTRAMUSCLE". And pump up he did. Rich watched with a huge grin as Tim's shirt sleeves struggled to contain him, and eventually gave way to the inhuman force of his expanding muscles, his pumped biceps and his cannonball-sized delts erupting through the material. His pecs too were still growing under the shirt: vast plates of pure muscle that pulled up the fabric, exposing Tim's smooth, rock-hard stomach and new-found 6-pack. The others by now had stopped their warm-up and come over to watch. They stood there, gazing in awe at the transformation going on mere inches in front of them. Tim gazed back at their incredible bodies and realized the three of them must all have been through this same experience. Perhaps they had felt, as he did now, their pecs growing more and more, their hard nipples starting to tear through their clothes, and their shirts splitting down the middle as their backs widened into a mass of knotted muscle. Tim's shirt ripped to shreds by his exploding body, fell to the sand. Meanwhile, the thick cords of muscle that were his quads continued to grow, reducing his shorts to tatters. Tim grabbed hold of the waistband and with a single sweep of his arm, ripped away what was left of his shorts. He stood proudly, naked except for his speedo, displaying his body: ultra muscular, ripped and entirely hairless. His torso rose in a perfect V-shape: lats flaring up from his narrow waist to impossibly wide shoulders topped with huge, round delts. His massive, sculpted, boulder-sized pecs jutted forwards several inches in front of the smooth, hard ridges of his chiseled abs. And his arms -- oh god, he thought, my arms! -- they were incredible: melon-sized biceps inhumanly pumped, and thick triceps snaking powerfully down to his forearms. His legs were no less impressive: two pistons of pure muscle with smooth quads that could have been carved out of marble, except that unlike marble they rippled and bulged, along with the rest of his body, at his every move. Of course, Tim was getting off on his own body. Just the thought of so much muscle was normally enough to make Tim hard... now that he actually had it, his cock felt as pumped as the rest of him. He reached down to feel his crotch and realized that it had grown too, and the speedo was stretched tight, holding in his package in front and just managing to contain a tight new bubble-butt behind. He grinned to himself and grinned again when he saw that the three guys all had unmistakable bulges in their swimsuits too. The music had finished now, and Rich reached out and took back the headphones. "Hey bro," he said with a cheeky smile, "welcome to the club! Are you still on for that game of volleyball... or maybe we could go someplace else? Cody here lives nearby..." Tim knew he'd follow these boys anywhere; Cody's place sounded fine. He couldn't wait to get his hands on all that muscle or to share his new body with his new friends. And he made a promise to himself that somehow, somewhere along the way, he also shared that youtube video on Facebook.