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  1. Here is the next installment to the Polo Club Story - There will be a two page epilogue coming in the next week, and then rewards delivered to patrons on Patreon - including a PDF of the full comic for download!
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  2. Preface My usual sort of stuff. Nothing particularly original, but I want to share it with those of you who share my particular taste. Hypermarines He was sitting with the others in the waiting-room, if that was the proper word for it. Cubbyhole would have been more suitable. One bench each against two of the walls, a closed entrance and a closed exit in the other two walls, that's all, so he and the other recruits were sitting fairly close to each other, like they did during transport: the knees of four of them not far from the knees of the other four. The olive-green t-shirt hung in a rather loose-fitting way on him – on most of them, actually. The recruiter had tried to say something about the desirability of a process enhancing Ectos, thus increasing the usefulness of The Procedure, but he hadn't listened particularly attentively. The possibility – but not a guarantee, oh no, not a guarantee: that had been emphasized several times, both from mouth to ear and by the clauses, full of dread-instilling legal English, in the Form they had had to sign. ... -The possibility of physical improvement beyond the limits, he had faced in the gym, attracted him to The Project, the enticing allure causing at least 50% of the information to be lost on him. He began to feel warm in his olive-green loose-fitting t-shirt, and the fabric was slightly moist of his sweat. The serums and compounds ... Circulating inside him now. Too late, if he had changed his mind, but he hadn't. The serums and chemical compounds, the weeks building up for today's Procedure, the IVs and the injections – the sum effect of them all must be behind this heat, his beading sweat inside the t-shirt. Williams and West sat on each side of him. Williams' t-shirt wasn't loose-fitting: Williams' stout, short, wide and overweight shape was the reason why the recruiters had picked him: The Agency was eager to know the effect of The Procedure on Endos, too. West's t-shirt wasn't loose-fitting either: The sight of West's chestnut-coloured beefy pecs and chiseled abs in the common shower had caused some of the other recruits to feel inadequate and uncomfortable, badly disguised under friendly banter. In the beginning, he had worried about the risk of too much competitiveness among his fellow recruits, but they had early on agreed, that they had to cooperate in order to make the best out of this opportunity. West was allright. So was Williams, who'd got the nickname Tank from the other recruits. He felt fond of Williams and West and the five others: Brothers in arms. Sharing all these experiences with each other. Reliable lads in a situation. Good men. Invisible ties binding them together, and today, and after today, the shared experience of ... of what would happen next. Happen soon. He touched the unfamiliar and slightly unsettling presence of the little metallic shunt valve and the electronic port, both of them in the nape of his neck. Unfamiliar. Unsettling. Why would they need those two? Best not bother. They were needed for The Procedure. The cubbyhole full of the scent of moth-repellant rising from their wide camo-trousers. The cubbyhole full of the scent of the scent of shoe polish ... their glossy army boots ... a few sizes too large army boots, for some reason. The cubbyhole full of the scent of male sweat. Sweat after workouts. Worried sweat. Expectant sweat. Excited sweat. Some scent of pre-cum, too. Who would think about girls now, in a situation like this? Perhaps not thoughts about girls. Perhaps the effect of the serum. The compounds. Inside them. Already causing them to change. Already begun. Already increasing their amounts of Testo and other hormones he hadn't heard about before, and didn't bother to remember. Increasing. He could feel his dick awake. Despite some lingering fear and second thoughts, the expectation on The Procedure – if it was as good as the recruiters had said – spread arousal in his body. Not the same body as three weeks ago. Three weeks of bootcamp had sky-rocketed his stamina. He wasn't probably much beefier now, strictly speaking, than three weeks ago, but his strength had improved surprisingly fast, his remaining fat had burned away, and his stamina ... He shuddered in delight. He hadn't undergone The Procedure, yet, but his stamina was already beyond his old imagination. Moth-repellants. Shoe polish. Dogtags. Wide camo-trousers. Necks of his army boots snugly pressed around his ankles. Sweat. Brothers in arms. Pre-cum. Because they were primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... Williams and West so close to him on each side. Brothers. Together ... The exit door into the Test Chamber opened by someone in a hazmat suit, waving to them, inviting them into the Test Chamber. He hadn't seen it before. Only heard about it at the briefing. They were deep under the surface. Granite rock walls. Floor coated in concrete. There were contrapments: Metal structures, cables insulated in rubber, hoses in different shapes and materials. The men in the hazmat suits began to place every recruit in his respective station. He laid down on a metal bench coated with black rubber and a removable paper blanket. There was a foot-plate at the foot end of the bench, and one of the hazmat guys moved the bench, so that he half-stood, half-rested on the bench at an angle of about 45°. They locked sockets around his hands, and sturdy cables ran from his two sockets to some equipment in the granite wall, together with cables leading to the other recruits' sockets. He had noticed a rectangular hole in his bench where his head was supposed to rest, and he could now feel the hazmat guys connect something to his electronic port and his shunt valve. Unfamiliar. Unsettling. Connected to the equipment in four ways now. Trapped. Second-thoughts? Second-thoughts. Hazmat guys opening two or three buttons of his fly, without opening the upper button or his belt. Pulling his dick out. A hose surrounding his dick. Connected to the equipment in five ways now. Trapped. Fluttering in his stomach. Too late for regret now. Too deep into The Project. The serum. Inside him. The compounds. Inside him. Already causing him to change. Already begun. Already increasing his amounts of Testo and other hormones. Because he was primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... The light faded slightly. The hazmat guys had already left. Lead-coated armoured doors sunk hydraulically over the entrance of the recruits and the exit of the guys in hazmat suits. They were abandoned now. Isolated from the rest of the world. Probably observed – nay, certainly observed – from somewhere else by observers, for whom they were not individuals, just anonymous test subjects, expendable specimens for the sake of science or defence. He was connected to The Machine now, they all were. Each of them were connected in the same way – one silvery hose, one black rubbery hose, two thick cables and a thin wire all leading to each test subject, each specimen, each recruit. There was nothing they could do now, just wait for The Procedure. Trapped. Fluttering in his stomach. Too late for regret now. Too deep into The Project. The serum. Inside them. The compounds. Inside them. Already causing them to change. Already begun. Already increasing their amounts of Testo and other hormones. Because they were primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... CONTACT! When his brain connected to The Machine he startled. Being handled as a piece of meat on the slab, as the hazmat-clad men had connected his body to The Machine earlier, had been intrusive enough, but he had managed, because he had signed up to The Project. When his brain connected to The Machine, the level of intrusiveness multiplied. SOMETHING was doing SOMETHING to his mind, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Sweat trickled from his brow and under his olive-green t-shirt. The remaining light in the room took on a beige hue. His ears were buzzing and tinkling. Far, far away, he could hear the voices of two or three young men groan in pain, and far, far away, he could hear the sound of gushing liquid, and the back of his head felt strangely wet, and yet not wet. He could feel a strange pressure build in the back of his head, inside his spine and in his blood vessels. His hands were locked into the sockets, and he was unable to touch the nape of his neck. Dizzy. SOMETHING was doing SOMETHING to his mind. Buzzing and tinkling. His awareness tumbling into the buzzing and tinkling. The room fading away. Fading into light. Dizzy, but feeling better. Better and comfortably warm. Feeling present inside himself. Inside Recruit Number Five. Yeah. That's him: The improving Recruit Number Five. No regret left now. Too deep into The Project. The serum. Inside him. The compounds. Inside him. The added Anabolic Formula. Inside him. Already causing him to change. Already begun. Already increasing his amounts of Testo and other hormones. Because he had been primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... The power streaming through him. Into him from his hands, from the sockets. Power sockets. Connected to The Machine. Part man. Part Machine. Connected. Power into him. Streaming. Through him. Through his body. Through his growing, hardening muscles. Felt good. So good. Growing, hardening muscles. Muscle-stimulating power. Uh! Yes! Reacting. The content in his blood vessels and muscles reacting to the Power streaming into him, streaming through him. The serum reacting to the Power. Inside him. The compounds reacting to the Power. Inside him. The added Anabolic Formula reacting to the Power. Inside him. Causing him to change. Already begun. Increasing his amounts of Testo and other hormones. Because he had been primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... Yeah. Recruit Number Five. Heat. Good heat. His body. Serum in his body. Compund in his body. Formula in his body. Power-stream in his body. Warm. Felt good. Felt stronger. His upper arms swole, rubbing against his lats. Wider back. Deeper chest. Dogtags in pec ravine. YEAH! Pec ravine! Harder abs. Harder. Warmer. More present. Physically present. Heavily present. Wide legs inside his camo-trousers. Quads. Hamstrings. Calves. Necks of his glossy army boots snugly pressed around his ankles. Recruit Number Five! Big, obedient, patriotic grunt! Yeah! He loved to be Recruit Number Five. To please superior officers. To use his INCREASED strength and ENHANCED prowess together with his brothers in arms. For the sake of his brothers in arms. To prove himself. To feel ... to feel ... this feeling of ultra-masculinity in his entire body. Entire body. Entire mind. Well-programmed test subject. Eager to be well-programmed. Eager to become enhanced. Eager to improve. Eager to increase in MUSCLE MASS. Yeah! His brothers in arms also adapted to The Procedure. Williams had been wide. He was still wide. He was wider. But his belly was melting away, and was replaced by a parapet of uncrushable well-defined abs. Williams was taller, but still wider than tall. He had been called Tank before. Now he WAS Tank. Becoming Recruit Number Four. West's already handsome physique had become brawnier. Also taller, and his eyes were turned upwards in his eyesockets as he experienced the anabolic bliss of The Procedure. Becoming Recruit Number Six. The other Ectos ... Ectos no more ... Y-shaped and chiseled giants with powerful chins reclined at their 45° metal benches, writhing in pleasure as they eagerly accepted their mental and physical reprogramming. YEAH! Mental and physical reprogramming!!! They were turning into good recruits, in the blue-tinted light. They were all turning into good recruits, under the impact of the POWER. The fabric of their olive-green t-shirts struggled to keep their bulging muscles inside, and he could feel his own t-shirt cling moistly and slightly uncomfortably tight around his powerful muscles. It was just a matter of seconds. His t-shirt and the others' t-shirts began to give in at the seams, and ripping sounds soon echoed in the granite chamber, while men moaned, equipment hummed unrelentingly, and additional amounts of the Anabolic Formula were pumped into their systems. Forced into them. Forcing them to ... YES! Additional amounts of the Anabolic Formula! More! Recruit Number Five needed more! And, as if it had read his mind, The Machine increased the amounts of Anabolic Formula and the energy level of the growth-inducing humming Power. The gushing sound. The louder humming. Buildup of Power inside him, inside them. The sensation of growing further: Bigger! Taller! Wider! Harder! Chiselled! Unstoppable! Men, who were more than men, were part Machine. Men, stimulated into unfathomable and insane levels of ultra-masculinity, began to bellow in a mix of pain, aggression and extreme aroused pleasure, as they crossed the threshold to titanhood. The scent of male sweat. Expectant sweat. Excited sweat. Sweat-beads on exposed, hard beefy chests in the blue transformative light. Blue transformative light. Forming such flattering shadows on their chests and abdomens. Flattering shadows tracing the shapes of their orange-sized abs, their medicine-ball-sized pecs (where their dogtags dangled) and their bowlingball-sized shoulders. The scent of shoe-polish from glossy army boots, now of the desired size. The scent of moth-repellants. Once wide camo-trousers, now clinging to the expanding granite-pillars, that now were their legs. Yes! His Quads. Growing bigger and harder. His Hamstrings. Growing bigger and harder. His Calves. Growing bigger and harder. Quads and hamstrings pushing his legs apart ... apart, forcing him to adjust his stance. Bootclad legs ... wider apart! Confident stance. Asserting stance. Mass-monster-stance. The feeling of having steel-hard muscles. Steel-hard muscles everywhere. Ready to spring into violent action for King and Country! Recruit Number Five loved his transformation, and he knew, that his brothers in arms loved their's, too. They were abandoned now. Isolated from the rest of the world. Different from all other men. They had become more. More than the hazmat guys. More than ordinary men. More than ordinary infantry, or Marines or Seals. More than ultra-masculine men. Sharing all these experiences with each other. Reliable lads in a situation. Good men. Invisible ties binding them together, today, and after today. Writhing in pleasure as they eagerly accepted their mental and physical reprogramming. Moaning and bellowing. The dry scent of power-emissions. Muscle-stimulating power. The dry scent of ever INCREASING power-emissions. INCREASING muscle-stimulating power. Wide legs inside his camo-trousers... Bulging chest... His biceps... so fucking hard, huge biceps... Bullneck... Oh, fuck! So much! Almost too much! More! He... Harder. Warmer. More present. Physically present. Even bigger! Taller! Even wider! Harder! Chiselled! Yes! Huge! Becoming ... Uh! ... HUGE! Together. HUGE TOGETHER. His brothers in arms. All the Recruits. Recruits together. Growing together. Transforming together. Crossing all limits together. The serum. Inside them. Reacting to INCREASED POWER! The compounds. Inside them. Reacting to INCREASED POWER! Increasing dose of Anabolic Formula. Reacting to ... Uh! Oh, fuck! Reacting to... INCREASED POWER! Causing them to change into... Increasing their amounts of Testo and other hormones to MAXIMUM. Because they had been primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed for becoming ... becoming ... Oh, fuck! Couldn't believe... Yeah! Obedient patriotic Recruit love to grow! MAXIMUM level! Oh, fuck! So much! Almost too much! More! He... Harder. Titanium Titan! The pleasure! It... MY BRAWN! LOOK AT MY BULGIN' BRAWN! Enticing allure. Male sweat. Expectant sweat. Excited sweat. Pre-cum. So good! Couldn't... The serum. Inside them. Reacting to MAXIMUM POWER! The compounds. Inside them. Reacting to MAXIMUM POWER! Supreme dose of Anabolic Formula. Reacting to MAXIMUM POWER! Reacting to... MAXIMUM POWER! Causing them to change into... Increasing their amounts of Testo and other hormones to MAXIMUM. Because they had been primed. Primed for The Procedure. Primed for enhancement. Primed to become ... become ... Become ... Become ... HYPERMARINES
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  3. Chapter 6: David Scott Matt was coming down from his high, and felt possibly even more shame than usual; he thought he saw someone just around the corner as he was jacking off, but because the beast inside (as he called it when he masturbated as he seemed to lose control every time) had taken over, he didn't care. In fact, the beast rather liked the idea of someone watching, and even had fun deciding if it was hotter if they were terrified or in awe. Matt on the other hand, now in his right mind, was still as big as a building and did not want to be. He sighed, and decided to maneuver his bulk that was still tight in between two buildings to grab his pants he'd nearly destroyed. In his hand they looked like they belonged to a Ken doll. He carefully poked his finger in one of the pockets but it was slightly too big. He rolled his eyes in exasperation and turned the pants upside down, shaking it over his palm. Out came his wallet, keys, and cell phone that looked ludicrously small in his huge palm. He pinched the tiny electronic device with his hand with the pants, which were now balled in the folds of his palm, and squinted at the tiny screen that was dark, but thankfully he'd set up his phone to turn on if it made contact for several seconds. But now the problem was activating the voice control, which was just an app on the home screen. Sure, it was the largest icon, but he was fifty feet big, so he had to strike his finger with precision. Thankfully it opened, and he sighed with relief. “CALL CLYDE,” boomed his tired voice, and the cell phone did so. Gerald stumbled through the crowd of beautiful shirtless men who normally he would stare at, but nothing could compare to what he'd just witnessed. His legs were weak after cumming harder than he ever had before, and he felt a bit like a pinball bouncing and bumping into people. It wasn't long before he found Clyde at one of the picnic tables set up in front of a bunch of food trucks. He was talking on his phone with someone, nodding along fervently. "Okay. See you soon. Love you too. Bye." He hung up and looked at Gerald sit down. "That was Dad," he started. "He's going to have a little difficulty getting smaller, so he's going to clean up and go meet with fans. Told him we'd meet up with him in a bit." "Cool, I'll just go get some food first," Gerald said, joining the lines. He looked back at Clyde, who was the polar opposite of his hunky dad: so skinny even Small shirts seemed to be tents on him, short enough to look Gerald in the chest, and his personality was so uneasy, probably from being overshadowed literally by his father for his whole life. He may be an adult, but he was no man. And yet Gerald's mind wandered to a possibility: Matt was 18 when his power manifested, and so is Clyde. The difference is Matt had sex to make his happen - was Clyde a virgin, or did he need to have sex again as an 18 year old? As Gerald ordered, he hatched a scheme that in the span of seconds became his purpose in life: Matt was unlikely to take another partner as Erika was everything to him and now Clyde was, so Gerald would not only become great friends with Clyde, but he would make sure he had sex to realize his full potential. And as Gerald brought his food back to the weakling of a man waiting for him, he hoped he could also awaken gay feelings in Clyde so he could be the boyfriend of the second Giant. "I'm really sorry, guys," Matt said in shame, his head hanging low as five firemen sprayed the dried cum off of his massive body with a fire hose down below. The lead firefighter turned off the nozzle and yelled, "It's really no problem. Not like we haven't seen naked men before." The other firemen nodded knowingly, and the lead continued, "On that, could you run a hand along your abs to make sure we got it all? And uh...we need to get at your privates." Matt's hands had been doing their best to cover his schlong, but semi-erect it was about ten feet so his hands could only cover so much. He sheepishly removed his hands and ran them up his wet bricks of abs, and as he did so the third fireman back blushed and adjusted his stance. The lead turned the water on again, and they aimed it directly at the hairs, going back and forth. Matt didn't know what to do with his hands, so he placed them on his hips then crossed them across his chest, and in doing so the third fireman was teetering on his feet. The one behind him kneed him in the back and shouted, "Get it together!" Once satisfied with the pubes, the lead redirected to the shaft, which twitched, and Matt concentrated on thinking of anything else as these nice men didn't need to be sprayed back. In truth, it felt like a water gun with constant flow to him, so not bad, but as men know, those things are sensitive. Once the water was off, Matt ran a hand all over his groin and then gave a thumbs up. The firemen dropped the hose and took up a towel that would cover a swimming pool from their truck, which Matt bent down and thanked them for. He rubbed the excess off of himself and threw the towel aside. "We only brought your 20 footer and 100 footer," shouted the lead fireman. "Since you can't shrink, you'll need to grow again." Matt nodded and told them to stand back. He grabbed the black cloth they'd dragged out of their truck, and set his feet in the leg holes of the shorts, bringing them up to his waist. They fell beneath his knees and he looked like he was in a commercial for weight loss as he could probably fit another man his size in the waist as he held it out in front of him. With the firemen a safe distance away, he shot up, gaining several feet a second, and in moments the shorts were snug against his glutes and his waist and barely reached halfway down his thick thighs. He squatted down to test the fabric as one would do when buying new clothes, stretching out the red number 100 on his thigh, and stood back up with a thumbs up. The firemen packed everything back into the truck with Matt waiting for them to go so he didn't accidentally step on them - they hardly passed his ankles and the truck was barely a third up his calf. The driver did a series of three-point turns in they alleyway even though he should have just backed up the way they came. "GUYS," started Matt, crouching down. "DO YOU WANT A QUICK RIDE?" After a moment, he saw four hands protrude from the windows with thumbs up, and he nodded. He shoved his hands under the truck and lifted it to his chest, and considered his options out. There was the alley between the buildings where he and the fire truck had come through, but the only other option would be stepping over the buildings, which would mean taking off his shorts again and growing even more. His whole upper body cleared the roofs just fine, but his big ass turned on its side would have trouble squeezing between the two buildings. It was the best option though, so he took one step to get to the buildings, turned his body to the side, and wedged his butt and crotch in the tiny opening, praying he wouldn't cause damage. Thankfully they were brick and didn't sound or feel like they were giving way, so he swept his massive left thigh to the left and slid, scraping his butt and crotch on either building. He looked down at the truck in his hands that were feet above the building in front of his crotch and shrugged apologetically, and after a few more slides his ass popped out the other side and seemed to re-expand in all its firm glory. He set the truck down to face the police barrier at the end of the street, saluted in thanks, and thundered toward the crowd. Clyde and Gerald just finished eating when they felt a familiar rhythmic rumbling in the ground, and they looked around for the Giant. Clyde pulled out a pamphlet he got for the day's events and pointed to a street not far from where they were. "Dad's probably here," he said simply. "Since this event is for him, and his whole thing is being humongous, the police blocked off streets so he could move without causing damage. Should be here in a minute." On cue, the 100 foot Matt Hahn's torso turned onto the far end of the street they were on, and he bent over, peering at the crowd, obviously looking for Clyde. "Come on, let's make this easier for him," Clyde said jumping up. Gerald looked up at Matt, who was blushing and waving at the tiny people beneath him. "Although…" Just as Clyde was starting his thought, Matt spoke up softly. "HEY FOLKS, HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON AND HIS FRIEND?" It was Clyde's turn to blush as dozens of people turned to point in his direction. Even though he was probably ten blocks away from the blocked off street, Matt looked up and scanned for a second, then smiled and said, "THANKS." Matt stood back up and the two made their way down a clearing path through the street, with the huge eyes locked on them the entire time. It was like the two were little more than babies playing under the watchful eyes of their dad, only the dad was gigantic. They finally got to the barrier and Matt crouched down. "Banana?" Clyde yelled at his dad, who nodded. Gerald assumed after a lifetime of being different, the two had a sort of code they used, and "banana" had to be the experience Matt had of not being able to come down after his own "banana" was stroked. Cute. Matt glanced at a nearby clocktower and said, "I'M EXPECTED TO BE IN THE CITY SQUARE IN ABOUT A HALF HOUR. WANT TO GO WITH ME AND JUST HANG OUT THERE?" Clyde and Gerald nodded and he carefully placed his palm down so they could clamor on. As they were about to clamor on, Gerald held Clyde back. "What's up?" he asked, concerned. With a glance up at the Giant looking down at them, Gerald replied, "We just ate, and I think I may get sick on this ride. The city center isn't too far from here - let's just walk off the food." Gerald thought he saw a quick genuine smile from Clyde, who nodded and turned to his dad. "Dad, changed our minds. We'll meet you there." Matt's eyes widened and he simply said, "OH...OKAY." He stood up to his terrifying height and took measured rumbling steps away. The two began making their way through the crowd and side streets and Clyde said, "I actually prefer walking, I just know Dad likes hanging out with me. He's a little clingy," he said with a chuckle. "But honestly, every time he carries me, it intensifies my feeling of being emasculated." Good, he's opening up, Gerald thought. This will be easy. "You've got your own great qualities too you know. Very easy-going and funny. Plus you're handsome, muscles or not." Clyde gave him a true smile then and said, "Thanks for saying that. But it's really hard not to be overshadowed by your literal giant father." "Sure, but as you said, you are your dad's world. He was ready to tear a city apart just to hold you. So if there's a hierarchy of who the world should look up to, I think I'm more in awe of who the Giant admires." The two walked in silence for the next few minutes, each letting the conversation sink in. Gerald patted himself on the back for flattering Clyde, thinking he was certain to have planted a seed in Clyde’s mind for the position of being best friend...or more. It didn’t take them long to find the city square - all they had to do was follow the rumbling and the giant head above the buildings. When they came to the clearing of the plaza, they saw Matt was positioned right behind a stage of half-naked men competing in a city bodybuilding competition. It looked like they were finishing up, since there were only six up there and the other buff men were milling about. Upon seeing them, Matt waved, but blushed immediately, and Gerald quickly saw why: it was hard for a Giant to do anything discreetly, so about a hundred faces turned to see who just arrived. Clyde blushed just like his dad and nervously waved at the crowd, and quietly muttered, “Dad’s such a goober.” The two took seats in the back of the chairs that were set up facing the stage, and watched for a few minutes as the men posed their beautiful bodies. “Did your dad ever compete?” Gerald began, thinking he’d keep at his plan while he watched beautiful muscles. “Nah, for one thing, he’s never really been comfortable with his body. And he only was this way nine months before the government found out about him...apparently he just worked a lot of odd jobs while Mom was pregnant.” “I’m sorry you never knew your mom,” Gerald said. Clyde coughed and replied, “I do wish I’d known her. Dad says she was amazing. Funny, smart, beautiful...and most of all, understanding. I think she…” he trailed off, but Gerald sensed a deep feeling about to be voiced. He needed to hear it. “What do you think?” Gerald encouraged. Clyde took in a deep breath and glanced up at his dad, who was watching and obviously trying not to look bored as he looked at the men posing beneath him. “I think she would have been really helpful to have around growing up. It wasn’t until I was a pre-teen I really was around Dad as much as I am now, and that was kind of an awkward time to really get to know him. Going through puberty was disheartening around a giant muscle man, but…” He glanced up at his dad again. “I think it was even worse realizing I was gay.” He turned to Gerald expectantly, who held a firm nonchalant expression on the outside, but inside had a burning sense of accomplishment and hope. “I’ve never told anyone that, not even Dad. I’m so scared what he’d think.” “Oh come on, your dad loves you.” “Would he accept me if he thought I got off thinking about him?” “Do you?” Gerald asked, genuinely curious, and not sure what to think if Clyde answered a certain way. Thankfully, Clyde replied, “No. I think he’s handsome, but I’m not into muscles. Plus, I think it’s either upbringing or genetics that sort of stamps out incestuous feelings.” People began clapping all of a sudden, and the two noticed that the final rankings were being announced. As each man’s placing was announced, they accepted their medal then turned to shake Matt’s finger. Just beyond the stage, Clyde noticed a familiar face that was clapping along with everyone else and smiling. He tugged on Gerald’s arm and said, “Hey, it’s Mr. Scott! He wrote Dad’s biography!” Gerald nodded, a little bit annoyed that his enchantment over Clyde was fading and they were returning to the real world. They sat back down and listened to the closing statements for the competition, and it was announced it’d be followed by a book signing by David Scott. He took up the mic and said, “One more round of applause for these talented young men!” After the applause died down, he started again, “Hey all, I’m David Scott. Matt’s invited me here today for a Q&A about The Normal Life and then I’ll be hanging around for a bit in case you want books signed by me or him. But, before we begin, let me maybe try to clear up some of the questions you might have by telling you the story of how we met.” He looked up at Matt, who was squatting down just behind the stage, and who slapped his face in shame. “Oh come on, Matt, it wasn’t that bad.” With that, David started his story. FLASHBACK David casually unboxed the new shipment of supplements and placed whey proteins of all flavors on the shelves, only vaguely paying attention to the entrance. He worked in a vitamin store in the mall, which didn't tend to be a common place for people who needed supplements to go, at least in his experience, so he spent much of his days behind the counter writing stories on a legal pad behind the counter. As long as the shelves were stocked and he helped every customer that walked in, the owner didn't care what he did. Being a sophomore in college, this was an ideal gig, getting money and having time to do homework at the same time. His friends all got free food from their restaurant jobs or some lucky ones were even interning and getting better benefits, but David was fairly content with his discounts on supplements, as he was one to go to the gym fairly regularly. It only kind of showed underneath his red polo shirt and black slacks that he wasn't a stranger to working out; he was wiry, but nothing to write home about in his opinion. Sometimes muscular men would come in the store and go right for what they needed, and if David asked if they needed help, he'd inevitably get some variation of a look or scoff as if to say, "YOU help ME?" So he learned to just say hello and let him know if they have questions while positioning himself behind the counter in a way as to admire the musculature he didn't have himself. Being gay, working in a supplements store at all was probably the best perk for his raging hormones. As he opened another box, he heard two people chatting and enter the store. First he recognized the owner, whom was grinning ear to ear, and immediately behind him was a man a full head taller and nearly three times wider, which was saying something as the owner worked out a fair bit himself. David dropped the box to the ground and faced his boss in a questioning manner. "David, this is Matt," he said, using his arms to Vanna White the man behind him. He's a new hire, and I thought I'd put him on the same shift as you for the time being, so he can learn the ropes." David bravely extended his hand first, and was met with a warm, goofy smile he didn't ever expect from men who looked like this. His hand was crushed by Matt's grip, but he ignored the aching, entranced by his new coworker. "Nice to meet you, I'm David," was all he could think to say. The owner clapped his hands together and said, "Well! I had the whole morning lined up for interviews, but I didn't expect the first applicant would be perfect, so I need to make some phone calls. David, get him a very large shirt from the back, and Matt, jeans will be fine today, but please pick up some slacks for tomorrow. I'll be back in a bit to see how you're doing." He rushed out of the store excitedly, and Matt and David stared at each other for a moment awkwardly. "So...shirt?" Matt asked, rubbing his hands together nervously. David nodded and went to the back where they kept extra employee uniforms. The largest he found was 2XL, but he doubted even that was sufficient, and he kind of wondered how a supplements store whose aim was to make men large did not stock shirts for large men. He shrugged and came out to the store, where Matt was looking at the merchandise. David held up the shirt for him, and they shared a telepathic conversation of doubt about the shirt, but Matt took it and thanked him politely. "You can try it on in the back," David said helpfully. Matt sauntered to the back and shut the door, and David shook his head in disbelief. Shouldn't that man be competing in professional bodybuilding competitions, or personal training, or modeling? Maybe this was a side gig? Minutes later, the door opened, and David couldn't help but laugh at what he saw. He saw every single detail in Matt's torso: every abdominal muscle protruded, his obliques were well-defined, the sleeves kind of reached the tops of his triceps yet barely, and worst of all his pecs were so big there wasn't even a chance the buttons would fasten. Despite all of this, Matt had managed to get it on without tearing it, although his arms were stiff as if he knew one wrong motion and the whole thing would shred. Matt saw David trying his best to contain his laughter but failing and couldn't help but laugh himself. "I guess it's a little small…" Once he took hold of himself for the most part, David shifted his own shirt around to read the tag. "Ah, you seem to be in luck that the owner is a man of the 80s," David began, letting go of the tag. "The shirt's partly made of lycra." David slapped Matt on the shoulder, noting that it was essentially like slapping a rock with just the slightest bit of softness, and said, "Alright, I won't make you move too much, but lemme show you what we do here." Matt's shirt only lasted a couple of hours before even the lycra couldn't save him: he twisted to see a customer walk in and the shirt tore several inches down his back. At least he felt he could breathe now, he thought. The owner walked in eventually and actually apologized for the small shirt, and after making a phone call, confirmed another branch of the company that was nearby had a larger size, and asked that he go pick it up after work. Just after their relief came in, a college girl who didn't seem to have any reservations about eyeing Matt, Matt excused himself to the back and called Erika. "Hey, Erika, I'm still not going to be home for a while," he said apologetically. "I need to get my uniform at another store, and I don't know if the bus goes that way or not. Might have to walk it." David, having also walked in at this point, waited for what had to be newlyweds do their loving goodbye, and said, "Hey man, I know we just met, but if you need a ride to the other store, I can help. My car's not humongous, but you should still fit." Matt looked up hopefully. "I don't want to put you out. I'm sure you would rather do something else now that you're off." David shook his head. "Nah, it's fine, and you seem cool." "I still need to get some slacks in the mall though…" Matt said. David shrugged. "Okay, maybe I'll get some new ones too." They smiled at each other and got changed together into their normal clothes. David went out of his way to not look at Matt, even though he desperately wanted to. By that evening they had both gotten slacks (during which David thoroughly enjoyed Matt shoving his butt out for many of the pants and squatting while he asked if it made his butt look too big), got the new shirt (where it was no surprise the store had a larger shirt, as the man working when they got there looked to be probably 400 pounds of fat), and the two bought some take out as Matt invited David inside to eat with him and Erika. As he opened the door to their small one bedroom apartment, Matt slid in sideways being too wide for the door frame and yelled, "Erika! I brought a friend home!" "Matt, I said no pets...oh." Erika's eyes widened as she came out of the kitchen to see David. "Sorry, Matt's just been begging to have a cat, and we can barely afford to eat ourselves. Anyway, hi, I'm Erika." She smiled sweetly and extended her hand, which David took and introduced himself. "Well let's not hang out in the hallway, it's already cramped with just Matt in it." She walked into their small living room and landed on the couch. She had a slight belly that pressed against her blouse, but she was just the tiniest thing, especially sitting next to her husband whose bulk obscured David's view of her completely. As they settled on the couch and got started eating, David asked normal getting-to-know-you questions. "How long have you two been married?" Matt's mouth full of food, Erika replied behind his back and at David, "A few days. It'll be a week on Saturday." David's eyes widened. "Did you get a second job to save up for a honeymoon?" Matt looked over, confused. "Second job? That's my only one. At least right now, although I agree I should probably get another." At this, Erika slapped his bicep and said, "Hey, we'll see how this one goes, but we're going to be okay." David could see Matt swallow his argument with more food, probably not wanting to fight in front of a guest. "When you walked in, I was sure you were a professional trainer or competitive bodybuilder or something. And if you're not, you could be, and it'd pay better than at the store." Matt shifted uncomfortably. "I don't really know how to train others I guess. And I don't like the idea of posing in my underwear in front of hundreds of people." David had glanced around their place as he walked in, and he remembered the picture he saw of Matt and Erika hanging in the hall, except Matt was shorter than Erika and rail-thin. He said, "Hey, I saw that picture of you when you were smaller. You trained yourself to get big, so just teach others the same techniques." With this, Matt's eyes widened and Erika buried her face in her hands. "What?" David asked, seeing something wrong. "Was it something I said?" Erika quickly said, "No, no, you're fine. That was just when we were sixteen, and Matt doesn't like talking about the testosterone the doctor prescribed. You can see he was pretty small then." Matt looked over at her, and she surreptitiously elbowed him in the ribs. "Yeah, I uh, had a disorder and I got some help," he breathed. "Couldn't tell you how I did it though...oh shit." He stopped mid-thought and looked down at Erika with a knowing look. Her eyes widened, and he got up clutching his stomach. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a little ill. Maybe just ate too much. Excuse me." He said it all quickly and stepped over their coffee table and raced to the bathroom. Erika looked over at David, who had finished eating, but was examining his food container, as if he could see bacteria or signs of food poisoning. "Matt's got a weak stomach. It's like a side effect of his doctor's treatments or something. He might be in there a while." "Oh, um, does he need anything? I can run out and get some medicine-" "Nah, he'll be okay." She prayed David would take the hint, and he did. "I guess I'll just head out then and let him rest. Just let him know he can call in sick tomorrow if he needs to." He and Erika got up and walked to the door. "Thanks, I'm sorry to cut this short, but I know he appreciates your help today." "No problem. It was nice to meet you." David said, walking out the door. As Erika closed the door behind him, he swore he heard some loud inhuman groan, and he felt bad for Matt's stomach. Inside, Erika wiped her forehead and walked to the bathroom and opened the door. The light was on, but it was mostly dark inside, as Matt's shoulders were pressing against both walls and the ceiling, blocking the light. His clothes hung around his muscles, shredded to rags, and he had his arms tucked closely into his midsection, trying to make himself smaller although his mass was pressing against the walls. His enormous member stuck out in front of Erika's face and she smiled weakly. "Close one," was all she said. Matt's eyes were watering and his face red, as if he was straining himself. Erika looked at the walls her husband's arms were cracking and sighed. "I knew we wouldn't be able to keep our deposit." She bent down and tapped his calf, which was blocking the cabinet under the sink, and he did his best to move as she reached in and pulled out some petroleum jelly. She took a large gob of it and rubbed her hands together. "We have to make this quick, or you're going to destroy the bathroom if you grow any more." With that, she massaged the pole in front of her as a masseuse would massage someone's back. He tried taking his own hands to wrap around it, but at this point his muscles were simply too big to move much at all. But Erika spent the next few minutes rubbing with all her might, getting sweaty with her effort of massaging it quickly, and the sound of the walls creaking made her double her efforts. With another loud groan and her husband tensing, a stream of white shot out like a cannon into the hallway wall. Erika reached over and wiped her hands on the towel hanging, and Matt caught his breath. "Thank you," he said pathetically, crying. She shook her head and smiled. "Only for you, Matt." As his crying got harder, she caressed his knee and said, "Hey, we will figure this out." She kissed his knee and walked out. Looking at the goo on the wall, she pointed and said, "But you get to clean that." A few weeks later Matt was at work with David, and they'd become good friends, probably because David knew not to bring up anything to do with Matt's muscles anymore. He quickly learned that Matt really didn't have any idea what he was doing with supplements, as customers had questions as simple as what was the difference between protein powders and he pulled answers out of thin air without any reasoning. The owner had hired him solely on his mass, to hopefully attract people to the store, and it certainly worked. So when some ogling man or woman would see Matt stocking shelves and came in, David would take over immediately if he was free, and Matt would listen closely to be able to help customers himself later. It was a good dynamic. They also seemed to be in sync in terms of down time. When not stocking shelves or helping customers, David would be doing homework or writing, and Matt enjoyed doodling. They often joked that they should do a children's book together. After a month or so had passed however, the owner put Matt on the second shift with the college girl, with a transparent goal that a hot girl and a hot guy working together during peak hours would increase profits considerably. Matt quickly learned that this girl had gotten through life on looks alone and didn't contribute anything intellectually. Her name was Lisa, and she had no filter, particularly when telling Matt how hot he was. Despite him telling her he was married and keeping his ring in her line of sight as much as possible, she would twirl her hair and stick her own prodigious chest out. When behind the counter together, she did not know personal space, and would even grab around Matt's python arms occasionally. Matt knew the owner would be displeased if he spent all of his down time in the back room, but he made it his mission to organize the mess back there to have an excuse to not be around Lisa. He loved Erika and when Lisa opened her mouth, it was easy for him to know there wasn't a prayer she would take him away from Erika, yet perhaps due to teenage hormones or due to his unique problem, this girl certainly stirred up his loins. He would go home straight after work and take care of his yearnings, and he knew even more that Erika was for him when she'd joke about when he was going to make this woman happy. Erika wasn't at all jealous, since she'd known Matt since they were young kids, and furthermore she knew he wanted to have sex with her more than anything, but to alleviate Matt's pressures, she'd hang out at the store with him as much as she could. Lisa did not like this, and would tell "funny" stories about things like her having to tell Matt his underwear showed when he stocked the top shelves. Erika would then tell stories she knew to be untrue about when Matt lifted her into bed and they'd go all night, and that's why he was late one time. It all came to a head one day when Lisa met Matt at the food court before their shift. He was eating pizza, minding his own business, and she sat down next to him very close. She was yapping about college or something, and he just chewed faster. In his carelessness however, a bit of sauce dropped onto his shirt, and she theatrically exclaimed, "Oh no! I'll get it!" Before he could understand what she was doing, she had taken a napkin and was wiping the sauce off his chest. She sneakily, or so she must have thought, moved the shirt he was wearing to the crevice between his pecs and rubbed a little harder. "I think you got it," Matt snapped impatiently, but she just took a few more seconds rubbing before taking the napkin away with her eyes still glued on his chest. "Wow, your chest is amazing." "Thanks, grew it myself…" he said, stuffing an enormous bite of crust in his mouth and wiping his hands clean. As he got up and took another look at the flirtatious girl, he felt the problem get worse in his groin. Without even a goodbye, he fled, judging the store to be closer than the communal restroom. As he raced into the store, he tried to nonchalantly wave hello at David, who looked up happily to see his friend, but Matt went to the back and shut the door quickly and locked it. He rounded the corner behind a shelf of excess items and quickly got undressed and grabbed his hardening dick. He furiously whacked it, knowing Lisa was coming soon and David was off in only a few minutes. He was getting close, but he knew he was in trouble: his head was nearing the ceiling, and he wouldn't be able to come back down for at least an hour. As he shot his load, he heard the worst sound he could imagine: the door unlocked. "Matt?" called David. He took only a couple steps, and was able to see his friend's naked bulk taking up almost all of the corner of the back room. His jaw dropped and Matt's heart sank. "David, please don't be scared, just please keep Lisa out and I'll explain later." He tried whispering this the best he could, but his voice was deeper than James Earl Jones, and he worried Lisa would hear anyway. David stood there stunned for a moment, but he turned when he heard footsteps and sprang to shut the door as he told Lisa, "Matt's changing, give him a minute." He came back to Matt and took a few long breaths before saying, "Shrink back down." "I...can't. At least, not for a while," Matt said ashamed, and suddenly realized he should be covering his willy. David nodded and looked to the other end of the back room. "The alarm will sound, but you should go out that way and, I don't know, hide behind a dumpster or something until you can return to your normal size. I'll work your shift until you get back, and I'll just tell them you were having food poisoning issues." He put an emphasis on "food poisoning" as he must have connected the dots in his mind to when he had dinner with Matt and Erika. "I...thank you." Matt stomped his way carefully, collecting his now ill-fitting clothes, and quickly opened the door, poked his head out to verify the coast was clear, and shoved an arm then pulled his torso through the teeny doorway. David closed it behind him and exhaled deeply. Matt went straight to a dumpster and collapsed behind it, fairly certain he was still small enough to hide there. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, not sure what was going to happen next. An hour later, Matt walked into the store as he was before, where David was busy helping a customer and Lisa was looking bored behind the counter, but she leapt up when he came in and yelled, “Matt! Are you feeling better?” She ran toward him, but he held out his hand to keep her away and looked at David, who briefly glanced at him but his look had no indication as to how he felt. Matt waited another few minutes for the customer to leave, then David asked, “Are you feeling okay for your shift?” Matt nodded and tried to convey his gratitude through his eyes, but David just nodded and said, “Security just came and yelled at us. Told us even if you had to throw up you should just go to the bathroom. Anyway, I think I’m going to go home. But I’ll call you after you’re off to see how you’re doing.” With that, he nodded at Lisa, who waved lazily, and he walked out. Thankfully, Matt’s shift went quickly and with Lisa handling most of the customers. He asked her to lock up the store since he was feeling queasy, and she obliged. He ran out to find a payphone and called David to say he’d be home soon if he wanted to come over. David agreed and Matt caught the next bus home. When he got home, he heard Erika and David talking, and his heart sank even more. He walked in to see them on the couch, both looking concerned. “Don’t worry, Matt,” David said, standing up. “Erika told me everything. I’m not freaked, just kind of...astounded, I guess.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think superheroes actually existed.” Matt’s eyes widened. “I am no superhero.” David shook his head. “Nah man, not yet, but you haven’t learned to control your power yet! Once you do, you’ll be a real-life Hulk!” “I don’t think the Hulk grows when he gets horny,” Matt said looking away. “You can probably learn from him though,” David said. He turned around and hefted a cardboard box onto the coffee table. He opened the lid to reveal a stack of The Incredible Hulk comics. “Bruce Banner had to learn to control his anger. And you, like any other teenage boy, have to learn to control your urges.” Erika stood up, clutching her growing belly and said, “He’s getting there. You didn’t know him before; you’d have thought he was asexual. Whatever happened to him increased his sex drive a lot.” She went up to Matt and hugged his arm, patting his chest. “Well now that I know, I can be your sidekick,” David said while grinning ear to ear. “We’ll be sure to be put on the same shift - like you suddenly get some responsibility making it impossible to work afternoons, or I suddenly have morning classes, or something. And I can run interference.” Matt smiled and shook Erika off gently. He took a few steps and enveloped David in a hug. “Really, thank you.” David wrapped his own arms around the big man, but hardly made it around the back. “Of course man. It’s not your fault. But now you have an ally.”
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  4. Chapter 4: Josh sat in his room, holding the genie's bottle. He contemplated exactly what he should wish for, considering what Marc had said. He could simply wish for his party to be the best in history, but there was something so tempting about the idea of making other guys grow. He finally decided to rub the bottle. "Cutting it a bit close aren't you?" asked the genie as he materialised. "Only a minute until midnight, very nearly missed your wish for the day." "Yeah, just having trouble deciding what to wish for." Josh said. "Running out of ideas so soon?" "Hardly, more like too many ideas." laughed Josh. "Well, you'd better hurry, only 10 seconds left, or you'll be down one wish." Josh thought quickly, weighing his options, but in the end, his dick won out over his brain. "I wish I could make other guys grow." The genie smiled, and there was a part of Josh that didn't like the way he was smiling, it seemed… sinister. "Done." he said. "So I can just think about making a person grow and it'll happen how I picture it?" asked Josh. "I'm sorry." said the genie, but his smile made it seem a little insincere. "But you didn't wish for that, and it was my understanding that I get to decide how wishes happen." "What?" asked Josh "Then how does it work." "You'll have to find out tomorrow." And with that, the genie's muscular form dissipated into smoke and he returned to the bottle. Josh awoke the next day to find that he had slept well into the afternoon. "Master Hartley," came a voice from the foot of the bed, "if you don't get up now, you won’t be ready in time for the party." Josh sat up quickly, realising how late it was, and quickly climbed out of his bed realising that he was once again, naked. The voice belonged to the same butler as the day before, who smiled and turned to leave saying, "I'll leave you to get ready on your own." Remembering his wish, Josh quickly focused his mind on the butler's tight body before him. He pictured clearly in his mind the butler's tight ass expanding before him, the already huge muscles becoming bigger than his tiny underwear could handle. Nothing happened. "Grow." thought Josh. "Come on, get bigger." Still nothing happened. Josh gave the genie's bottle an experimental rub to see if he could question him, but to no avail. He eventually gave in and went to wash up. After cleaning his own incredible body, Josh put on the clothes that had been left out for him, first came a small red speedo, which barely stretched over his cock. Looking in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror, Josh saw that it closely resembled a g-string, and had to quickly look away from his own incredible ass cheeks, lest a boner rip the thin material to shreds. He crammed his massive diamond quads through the leg holes of some Hawaiian patterned board shorts that had also been left and began to admire himself again. He was struck by how similar he looked to the fitness models who competed in similar attire, though he was definitely larger. He threw his reflection a flex, watching his huge pecs swell with ease, the enormous nipples curling underneath due to the sheer volume of muscle. He was quickly reminded not to get turned on as his swelling dick slid free of the speedo, causing it so slap back onto his balls somewhat painfully. Heading downstairs, after adjusting his package of course, Josh found a trail of balloons, ribbons and party decorations which led him onto a huge ballroom. The room was magnificent, the roof was filled with black and white balloons, and the walls were mirrors from floor to the bottom of the second storey balconies. Long tables were covered in all sorts of party food and the end of the room was entirely open, leading out to a huge, glittering pool. At the centre of the ballroom stood what looked like an incredible fountain, from which poured shimmering, dark pink fruit punch. Josh was drawn to the structure and walked over to it. While admiring the vast streams of punch pouring from the fountain into a large glass dish, Josh felt a tingling in his crotch. The tingle grew into an itch, and after a matter of seconds felt like a fire, burning up and down his cock. Josh quickly whipped his dick out, and it quickly extended to its full footlong state, but underneath it, his ballsack was actually filling up as he watched. It swelled full of cum, causing Josh's jaw to drop as his sack reached the size of a basketball, and then all of a sudden the fire that Josh felt turned into ecstasy and he watched in awe as his balls contracted against his crotch and an enormous cumshot fired itself out of his dick, flying through the air and splashing gloriously into the punch bowl. "Shit!" said Josh, quickly stuffing his well endowed self back into his clothes and looking around, trying to think what to do. "Master Hartley the guests are arriving," came the butler's voice, "I recommend you come greet them." "Shit." said Josh under his breath once again, but he followed the butler to the mansion's incredible lobby. Spilling into the lobby was every single guy Josh had ever seen at his school, all in varying swimwear, and, luckily for Josh, all following the instruction of the mocked up signs in the lobby which read "Shoes, Shirt, No Service." Josh greeted various guys that he recognised, including the entire swim team that seemed to be travelling as a pack, and eventually met up with Marc who boldly wore nothing except his own school speedo. "Hey, happy birthday." said Marc, handing him a small bottle with a ribbon around the neck. "Thanks." said Josh, looking at the clear liquid inside. "It's oil" said Marc, answering the unasked question, "for your… muscles…" His voice trailed off and he began to look at his feet. (Or perhaps to check that his throbbing erection wasn't visible through his speedo, but every detail of it was clearly outlined.) "Oh, awesome." replied Josh. "I've always wanted to try this stuff." Which was sort of true, however he hadn't ever expected to be big enough to use it. Marc and Josh's conversation had brought them back to the grand ballroom, which was now filled with barely clothed, muscular bodies grinding up against each other. Thankfully Josh saw that the room was pretty much empty in the vicinity of the punch bowl. However his attention towards the refreshments seemed to draw Marc's attention. "Oh, hey punch!" he said excitedly, rushing over to the bowl before Josh could stop him, and quickly downing a small plastic cup of it. "It tastes strange." "Good strange or bad strange?" asked Josh, hesitantly watching for a reaction. "Definitely good, it's really sweet, and fruity, but there's something else that I can't put my finger on." he absentmindedly picked up another cup and downed that too. "God, I'm so thirsty all of a sudden." Halfway through his third cup of the punch, he suddenly spluttered, as though someone had punched him in the throat. He dropped the cup, and the punch splashed over the ground, and his hands clutched at his throat. "Are you ok!?" cried Josh, and the whole room's attention flew to Marc. Marc nodded, and moved his hands, or more, his hands moved outwards as his neck was rapidly thickening. His whole body began to writhe and swell before Josh's eyes. His speedo got smaller and smaller as a waist exploded around it, it fought bravely against the enormous muscular bubble butt launching outward from within, but with a sharp crack it flung off like a rubber band and slapped one of the swim team in the face. What emerged was a monster of a dick, as long and thick as Josh's own forearm, but with a mushroom head like a clenched fist at the end. Marc's body was quickly ballooning to match the swollen protrusion which was currently pressed hard into his own face. His pecs appeared around the dick, looking as though they were growing for the express purpose of caressing the thick, veiny member. His average balls were soon nothing of the sort, as they blew up quickly to the size or oranges, then grapefruits, larger and larger, until their sheer weight pulled his hefty cock from his face to point at a 45 degree angle, and his ballsack rested on the floor. His burly legs looked comical forced outwards by the huge balls, but his arms matched their angle as his new biceps were pushed out just as much by his triangular lats. Sitting atop the massive mound of muscle was Marc's head, looking stunned, surrounded by so much muscle that his back muscles were even visible if he tilted his head down even slightly. Apparently forgetting his audience, he reached his swole arms forwards and, fighting his own musculature, wrapped them around his humongous cock. He pulled it towards his body in some kind of incredible bear hug, and slid his biceps up and down the shaft. He pulled his mouth against the slit of his dick as he cried out in pleasure, and cum blasted into his mouth, down his throat and over his face, until the orgasm caused him to let go of his cock and shower the crowd in his spunk. The crowd stood amazed at the growth that had just happened, until one guy ran forward, pushing past Marc's massive form, and plunged his face into the punch. This triggered the movement of the crowd, most of which scrambled to drink any of the precious liquid before them, but some just chose to get their hands on some flesh and worship Marc's 9 foot tall frame. Josh suddenly realised how his wish must work, and smiled, tearing his swimwear off his rock hard cock with one swift movement, and making his way into the crowd before him.
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  5. Hi All Don't know why but I thought I'd repost my old story that I wrote for the old forums back when I wasn't himrbicep. I feel like I haven't contributed to this forum since its rebirth. Its a kinky story, and quite dark in places, but I have a feeling some people on here will enjoy it in its fullness haha. I apologise, where I wrote it in parts some is first person and some is third person, hopefully it's not too jarring. Enjoy! And feedback or opinions please let me know I've always been a fan of longer stories myself, so it's a big one! x I guess I ought to start this story with a look at the past, because that’s where it truly began. At the age of 7 my mum and I had just moved into a completely new neighbourhood. Looking back now it was perfectly delightful, but being a young strong minded individual I was still sulking about leaving the estate I’d grown up on. It was a beautiful day, and the house was truly a beauty. White picket fences, a little balcony on the front, nicely trimmed hedges and all that jazz. Truth is my dad had died, I hardly ever saw him while he was living and so I guess the fact he’d gone and left a fair bit of money behind was only a good thing as far as I was concerned. I jumped out of the truck, now I was actually here I was a little less stroppy, but I still couldn’t help be extremely nervous. My name is Charlie by the way, at the age of 7 I was a pretty cute little kid I guess. Light brown hair that stuck up wherever it wanted to, and little blue eyes that were forever sparkling, I used to play outside a lot, and so while at such a young age I was by no means athletic looking, I was definitely fit. I went bounding up the front path and into the house, the massive staircase twisted up and around onto a long slightly darker landing, I remembered where my room was and went running to see… nothing. It was still empty, the only thing in it was my bed, but that was boring, I didn’t want to sleep. I trotted gently to the window to check on my mum, and could see her looking through a couple of boxes in the back of the car whilst waiting for the lorry with the rest of our stuff. It was then I saw someone else out of the corner of my eye. Another kid, who looked to be about my age was playing in his front garden next door. I went running downstairs and out the front door and stuck my head up over the fence, but suddenly found myself with nothing to say. I stared at him, and he stared blankly back at me. “Hello?” he said after a horrendously long silence. I sort of smiled and made a ‘heh’ noise. For some reason I had gone shy. He looked at me like the strangest thing he’d ever seen and I suppose I can understand why. After another couple of seconds he dropped his football and moved closer towards the fence. “I’m Chris” he said plainly, and this time smiled, and I don’t know why but that smile made me so happy I found myself able to talk. “I’m Charlie” I replied simply “I think we’re neighbours now” I added, and the two of us smiled together. Over the next month Chris and I became the best of friends, we were never apart, when we were at school we sat together, and talked behind our books when we were supposed to be reading, and when we were home he was at my house or I at his, and we would make cushion forts, kick a football or something along those lines. My favourite game however, I decided was wrestling, and while we were never technically any good, and we just had fun doing it, there was something really enjoyable about the closeness. Chris had the brightest blond hair you’d seen and sparkly blue eyes and pouty lips and was ever so slightly bigger than me, this almost indefinitely meant I never won, but for some reason that I could not at that age fathom – I didn’t care. I was almost pleased about it, as though letting Chris win was the right thing to do, and me being on the floor underneath him was where I should always end up. There was not a thing about our playing that was sexual at that age, it was just boys being boys, but we were incredibly close, and promised to be best friends forever. Our promise was kept, and we got through four years of junior school, never leaving each other’s side, we still would play outside after school, or sometimes on video games now, and we loved each others company. I had grown a fair bit, and I loved being one of the taller people in class, in fact the only person that made me feel small was Chris, because he had grown even more. The teacher would often mention his size, he wasn’t a freak by any means, but if we all stood together his head poked out above ours, and he was slightly thicker too, most of the kids my age looked like stick insect human beings, apart from Jim the ‘fatty fat fat’ of the class. Why Chris grew faster I didn’t know, I didn’t even consider it, we lived pretty much the same lifestyle, but I guess he just had different genetics to me. I wondered sometimes when we wrestled, and I ended up on the floor underneath his ever heavier weight, just how big he was going to get. By the time we left school he was really starting to grow fast, and I could notice little muscles bulging on his body, you wouldn’t know I had muscles looking at me! But I didn’t care that Chris was bigger, we were best friends, and he could always win wresting matches whenever he wanted, he didn’t have to try very hard at all either, and I still got that strange bubbly feeling inside when he won and was on top of me. The summer holiday that year was a horrible one. My nerves about finally joining the big school were taking over my life. I had gotten used to being the oldest and one of the biggest and now I was going to be the smallest. Chris didn’t care so much, he never really worried about anything much. It was nice to know I would have him beside me. Or so I thought. I remember that day more than any other in my entire life. The day Chris told me he was moving away. I cried inconsolably, I didn’t understand why he had to leave, how he could let his mother drag us apart. It wasn’t fair, and I knew I would never have another friend like Chris. I remember the day I waved goodbye to him and his mother sat in the front of the delivery truck. Tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t stop them, Chris just looked rather glum, ever the tough one in the friendship…. __________________________________________ But that was over five years ago now, and I look back on it with a sort of appreciation that I had a friend as good as Chris. I had gone to secondary school, and it hadn’t killed me, and I had done pretty well through it, I made some close friends- Clare and Liam the closest, and life was going fine. Today in fact is my first day of sixth form, when I can begin to study towards my A-level examinations. I turned up to school feeling rather pleased with myself, sixth formers had to look smart, and I had a great suit on that I thought I looked quite nice in. I was about six foot now, still slim built, with a hint of athleticism I suppose, so I guess I turned out ok, and was hoping to attract some attention now I didn’t have to wear the old grey school shorts and socks! I went down one of the halls to my new registration group and sat down, everyone was buzzing excitedly and catching up on their summer holidays past. The register was taken and I started to head down the halls for my first biology lesson, I was aware at that point of someone coming down the corridor, and it wasn’t until I did a double take that I noticed the size of him! He was about six foot four I would say, and extremely broad, he wore a suit also and filled it out almost to bursting, he must be a new student, I would have remembered a tank like him. I remember briefly thinking that I wish I could be a little bigger in shape as I went to pass him but the next thing I knew I was shoulder barged so incredibly hard I slammed into the locker and fell to the floor. The corridor thank god was pretty empty so I don’t think anyone saw. I stood up rubbing my head and drew my gaze up the enormous form in front of me; the handsome face was sneering at me with some sort of proud amusement. It was then I recognized the face in front of me, my mouth dropped open and my heart beat faster in my chest. “You always were the small one Char” he said in an incredibly deep voice, and without further ado strut off down the corridor chuckling. I stood frozen for a minute, gob smacked by what had just happened. That was Chris, there was no denying it.. but how much bigger had he gotten, and why had he just shoulder barged his old best friend with the force of a train? Biology passed by without much special occurring, that said if something special had happened I wouldn’t have noticed it, to say my head was somewhere else would be an understatement. Chris was huge; I could hardly believe the change in him. If I looked in the mirror now I could still see the young boy I had grown up from in my features, but Chris was so far from how I remembered him it was hard to believe he was the same person. I kept wondering why he had barged me so hard, I was 99% sure it wasn’t an accident. Maybe he was just being old jokey Chris, heck, if I were as big as him I would probably want to show it off a little, especially to get a reaction from someone who hadn’t witnessed the change in progress. Something deep inside of me however felt like something had changed, that our relationship wouldn’t be able to simply carry on as magically as it used to, if you’ve seen the film Fox and the Hound.. I kinda felt like the fox right now. Still, we had always played rough when we were little, maybe he just didn’t realize his strength these days and was just playing around like we used to in the front yard. I hoped so, and I definitely wanted to speak with him soon. My next class was English, and I looked around the almost full classroom for my now gargantuan friend, but he wasn’t there. I noticed Liam towards the back and went to sit with him instead and told him about what had happened, he told me to be careful and stay away but I laughed it off and thought nothing of it. Lesson after dull lesson occurred and I still didn’t see a sign of Chris, which is tricky with him being the size he was. I arrived at gym class slightly earlier than the rest of the class and had changed into my loose polo top and shorts and was sat on a bench in the gym awaiting the rest of the class. The students were filing in one by one and I was suddenly aware that I didn’t really want to see Chris in this class, he was too big, and as if by some cruel fate no longer had the thought finished passing through my mind when the coach walked in… followed closely by Chris. If he had looked big this morning in his suit he looked positively insane in his PE top. The fabric was stretched so tightly across his body that you could tell exactly what his body would look like if he had been naked. His arms were what first caught my attention, great basketball sized biceps hung from the short sleeves, criss-crossed with veins the thickness of my little finger almost. His forearms were thick and strong, and so veined they looked almost like a road map of some point. I glanced back up to look at his huge shoulders and thick bulging neck and my eyes bulged slightly as I took in the largest chest I’d ever seen, his shirt was stretched ridiculously tight over it, and you could tell there was a deep crevasse in between the two pecs, his nipples had so much muscle packed behind them that they were pointing down almost to the floor and made two large bumps in the material. The t shirt wasn’t tight across his abs like it was the rest of his body purely because the jutting of his pecs pulled the material forwards almost like an awning. His thighs erupted out of his obscenely small shorts like tree trunks of pure power and mighty bulging carves bulged out of his lower leg, his shorts I noticed with an afterthought looked pretty tight too. I swallowed hard as he walked down the gym to sit on one of the further benches; he didn’t so much as glimpse at me. I watched him go past, his expansive back almost resembling the sails on a passing ship as he went, tight muscular round buttocks rolling against each other as he walked under the tight pale blue cotton. I wrenched my gaze back to the coach, mouth slightly open, and was distantly aware of the creaking of the bench at the end of the gym. “Welcome to your first term of Physical Education in the sixth form” he started, the coach was a big man by any standards but after watching Chris enter the room none us were in the slightest bit impressed. “We’re starting this half term with wresting” he announced, and a small part of my soul died at that exact moment. “As it’s the first week we’ll just have some practise bouts and I’ll come around and check how much you remember from last year. I’ll let you choose your own partners, and we’ll have four matches going on at any one time in each corner of the gym. GO” he finished, blowing his whistle, and I stood immediately looking for Liam with an almost terrifying urgency but before I had even made a move a large strong hand had a grip on my shoulders. I turned feeling ready to faint, as I was met with the same smug cocky grin I had seen in the corridor earlier “For old times sake?” he asked, feigning an innocent expression, before steering me onto a mat. After a few moments more everyone else had found their partners, and the first four partners were ready to begin. I stood facing my opponent, trying my absolute hardest not to vomit. Another whistle blew and before I knew what was happening something that I could only compare to a rhino launched itself in my direction, I was thrown to the matt with such force that my head bounced with a sickening thud and then I was shoved onto my front and my arm was pulled behind me so forcefully I was slightly surprised it didn’t dislocate. I felt his ton weight resting on the small of my back, it didn’t hurt but the sheer weight of him was almost making taking breath difficult. “Bring back memories does it?” I heard a snicker in my ear. Several of the other students had laughed at the quickness of the fight, and a couple more had gathered round to watch the next, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Chris climbed off of me and I slowly got up trying to catch my breath and trying not to look too defeated or embarrassed. We got back into the starting positions, and I could see he was looking pumped, his muscles slightly red, almost as if anticipating more. Another whistle blew and this time I managed to take a step forward, I’m not sure what I had planned, but it didn’t matter anyway. Two large hands grabbed onto my waist so tight I thought I might burst, the next thing I knew my body was rising up in the air as if I weighed nothing at all and I was being turned upside down. I felt his head in between my thighs, and was powerless to do anything as he jumped forwards ready to slam me into the ground. I hit the floor hard, and the weight of the man landing on top of me forced every particle of air in my body to come whooshing out loudly. The class burst out laughing and just to add to my embarrassment Chris’ crotch was directly over my face. Winded as I was I was powerless to do anything and wriggled my head in vein slightly only to feel the biggest cock imaginable flop down my cheek. Through the thin material of Chris’ shorts I could feel the heat of it, and it felt to be about 7 inches long, completely soft!! I wriggled frantically now, completely freaked out by what used to be my best friend in the whole world and the class was roaring with laughter now as I tried useless to push up against Chris’ monstrous thighs, it was like trying to life a steel car off of my body. Chris purposefully got up as slowly as possible, and managed to rub his enormous crotch right across my face once more. He finally got up and I went running off into the changing rooms embarrassed out of my mind. As the locker room door closed behind me the laughter was drowned out, and I sat in the cold silence for a second, feeling my face glowing with blush. I look down totally dismayed, I had a raging erection. What had happened to Chris, why was he being so nasty to me? What was happening to me, getting turned on by a beating from another man? I didn’t have time to think as I head the door swing open once again, I did my best to hide under some nearby clothes. I sat trembling under the coats and was all too aware of the heavy footfalls coming in my directions. I thought for one fleeting moment they were going to continue and go straight past but silence fell over the room as the person stopped walking. I knew who it was without having to look; the person on the other side of those coats was almost radiating hugeness. I was starting to feel a little sick. I could hear a deep chuckling building up on the other side of the material and could feel myself going red in the face. “Pathetic” the voice said simply, and then a vice like hand grabbed my through the clothes haphazardly piled atop me and pulled me up into the air again with no effort at all. I was dropped onto the floor directly in front of him, but didn’t manage to land properly and slipped clumsily down onto my ass. I looked up nervously at Chris and… he seemed bigger. I couldn’t tell if it was the angle I was at or not, but from my position on the floor he looked to be at least 6 foot 7, and the pump he had gotten in the gymnasium was still evident, and then a bit more muscle seemed to have appeared on top of that. I stared, shutting my mouth quickly as I realized it was hanging open. Being so close to his feet part of his face was obscured by the jutting chest that hung off his frame. I felt no need to continue staring up at him like this, I didn’t want to fuel the man’s ego, and so I began to rise slowly, though the shaking in my knees made my hope of looking graceful impossible. I stood to my full height, and there was no denying now the change in him, I had to look up to see his strikingly handsome face, and I felt myself shiver at the thought of what Chris could do to me here on my own. “Why’d you run away?” he growled and I decided not to answer him, I thought it was fairly obvious. “I wasn’t finished with you” he added, and that thought scared the life out of me, I would have ended the lesson resembling pate if we had continued any further. He took a step forward so that his almighty chest thumped into me, though at his new height his chest was hitting me more at chin level, and I stumbled back. He grinned evilly. “What’s happened to you?” I asked, trying to sound brave, but my voice quivered betraying me. Again he laughed, and his vast chest shook and his abs contorted and twisted under his top. He looked down at me once again, taking another step forward and forcing me to stumble a pace backwards. “Nothings changed at all, I was always better than you and I still am” he said grinning. “But we were best friends” I said, I heard myself and realized I sounded as though I were begging. At this he took a large step and his chest thumped into me so hard that I was caught of balance and went stumbling backwards until I hit back hard against the wall, smacking my head hard enough against the brick to make me temporarily see stars. Through the fog in my brain I could see him advancing and he didn’t stop until his mammoth body had me pinned against the wall. “Lets get one thing straight little man; I don’t need friends like you anymore,” he paused as he raised his hands into the air “I’ve got these babies now” he said and flexed triumphantly. I couldn’t help but gasp as the biggest bicep muscles I had ever seen in my life burst into life in front of my eyes. The huge peaks of muscle split, rising higher and higher bursting with veins and emitting such evident power I knew then and there he could kill me with them. Despite the intense fear his muscle display was causing me, his show of power and the inexplicably manly smell that was wafting from his deep manly pits was causing a reaction in me I couldn’t even begin to explain, and one I hoped to high heaven Chris wouldn’t notice. He flexed his chest now, and through the top I could veins and striations formed in ways I didn’t know possible, the muscles in his chest, which if I’m honest felt more like rocks, were forcing their way into my chest as though it were made of butter and I could feel myself being crushed against the wall behind me. “You were nothing then… and you’re less than that now” he said, and clearly the friendship we had shared as children meant not a thing to him now. My arousal and fear left no room for sadness at his remark, and my erection was almost painful now. He relaxed his chest and I was able to take a breath in at long last. He shook his head slowly, as though I truly disgusting him, and I felt myself averting his gaze in shame. “I’ll be needing your lunch mo…” he began, but stopped suddenly, and I looked up to see what had stopped him, hoping against hope that he had spotted more worthy of his interest than me. I almost died when I saw him looking at the all too obvious, though not exactly impressive, tent in my shorts. I began jabbering, trying to explain that I wasn’t gay, that he wasn’t turning me on, tried to say anything that would stop the unavoidable beating that was heading my way. He made his way towards me far quicker than he had before and I felt a huge hand wrap firmly around my throat, and my feet left the floor as I was slid effortlessly up the wall. He held me up maybe three feet off the floor, and I began choking something fierce. The force of his grip was so strong my choking was practically useless; there was no way consciousness was staying with me today. I tried to kick my legs but his mammoth chest had them pinned almost painfully against the wall, my fingers worked frantically in vain to try and get him off me, but I soon realized that my two hands working together were powerless to even remove one of his fingers. Despite the seriousness of the situation I found my eyes becoming fixed on the almighty biceps and triceps that kept me up here as though I were a feather, and I was aware that my erection was still throbbing in my shorts, which was probably angering him further. The veins in his forearms popped up in relief as the hand tightened itself tighter around my pathetically fragile neck. I could feel my wind pipe getting close to collapsing, and my vision began fading as I knew I was about to pass out when “Chris?” called a voice from the other end of the changing room, it was the coach. I felt the hand release me and again I fell badly, though this time I managed to land on my feet. I let out a huge gasp and then a cough, but Chris obviously wanting to hide my presence slapped a hand over my mouth with such a force that my face stung from the force of the slap. My body was still trying to get more air into my lungs and I choked still, the sound muffled in the large hand over my mouth. I was in pain, and gasping for breath to stay conscious, and yet somehow I found myself wanting him to put one of those big manly fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. “I’m here coach; I think that little guy took off. I’ll be right out” he called down the changing room, and I prayed to God to bless the man that had saved my life. “I’m not surprised” replied the coach “he looked like a 5 year old girl next to you” the coach continued clearly unaware I was present. A whole new shade of red made itself apparent across my face and Chris looked at me with a smug grin. “This isn’t over” he said simply, venom in his voice. He removed his hand, and strutted round the corner towards the exit of the room. I slid down the wall and burst into tears, my hopes of a friendly reconciliation shattered. My first day of school had gone from an exciting new chapter in my life, to a brand new nightmare thanks to a changed face from the past. _____________________________________________ Charlie sat in his room that night feeling sick to depths of his stomach, his homework, which would usually take half an hour or so had been delaying him for at least an hour now. He couldn’t get the images of today’s meeting out of his head, he couldn’t ignore the soreness around his neck from where the strong hand had crushed into the skin, and by far worse of all, he couldn’t do anything about the random insatiable erections that kept popping up in his boxers. He slept uneasily that night and awoke in the morning mortified to find he’d had a wet dream, he couldn’t remember at all what he’d been dreaming about, but Charlie was fairly sure he knew. Charlie began to pack his things ready for another day of school and for the first time in as long as he could remember he found himself not wanting to go, wanting to pretend to be ill and stay at home, where he knew he wouldn’t bump into a certain someone. But no, there was nothing to be achieved by doing that, and so with as much false confidence as he could muster he made his way to another day of school. The first lesson was fairly normal in its long boring lecture like style, and indeed second period passed without a single mishap, but the one thing that Charlie really did notice, was that wherever he was, he could here someone whispering about the huge new kid, and Charlie couldn’t help but get down a little every time he heard it. Indeed out on the school field during their morning break much talking behind hands was going on, and Charlie headed with much anticipation to where he and Clare and Liam usually hung out, behind a secluded patch of trees where they could have a laugh in their own space, as he paced down the sloping grass he felt his phone vibrate and smiled when he saw Clare ringing him, he didn’t answer as he knew she’d be hurrying him on like she always did and he began to run down to where the trees were. As soon as he was round the corner a foot tripped him and Charlie went skidding across the ground. With his heart immediately in his throat Charlie span round onto his back to look up into the one face he wanted to see less than any other, before he could begin to get up a huge triumphant foot had slammed Charlie back on the ground with a woomph, and struggle though he might, there was nothing he could do. Charlie met the cold gaze of his recent tormentor, and then found he couldn’t look at them anymore and averted his gaze. ‘Little fag can’t stay away’ Chris said slowly, twisting his foot on my chest softly almost as though contemplating whether to crush it or not. ‘Guess you wanted another beating to go home and whack that puny little cock to huh?’ he said in a mocking tone and the blush that seemed to be a permanent feature on Charlie’s face recently made its way across his nose and ears. ‘Chris I’m not gay’ he replied, stunning himself that he even managed to speak a word let alone a sentence. ‘Not gay…’ Chris laughed, bending down to pick Charlie up with one hand on either side of his head, lifting him until his face was crushed against the mammoth left pec of Chris’s enormous chest, hard nipple pressing just below Charlie’s bottom lip through the thin sleeveless vest. Immediately the naturally manly smell of the body in front of him made Charlie feel light headed, ‘then do you mind explaining the pathetic boners you keep springing every time you get near my muscles?’ Charlie shook his head slightly, the rock hard nipple rubbing against his chin. Chris let go and Charlie dropped the two inches or so to the ground, gasping quietly as he realized that the bottom of Chris’ pecs were now level with his forehead, though he didn’t understand it, nor want to believe it, Chris had grown massively again over night and was probably now just over seven foot, how was that even possible!? After a second or so of silence Charlie sighed quietly, ‘I don’t know what to say… I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before’ at this Chris snorted as though it were obvious that no one could be bigger than him ‘and I just’ Charlie paused trying to think of the words ‘I just see how big and powerful and strong you are and it makes me feel so small… like you are so much better than me.’ Charlie didn’t get the chance to say another word as Chris had burst out laughing, ‘I am so much better than you,’ he said with a cocky smirk ‘you are a pathetic little nothing that should be thrilled I even know who you are, and you better think of a fucking good reason why I shouldn’t snap you in half and leave you here for the worms.’ He said, his voice getting quieter as he continued. Charlie visibly shook where he stood, not a clue in the world what to say, ‘for old times sake?’ he said hopefully, but Chris shook his head ‘not good enough.’ Charlie looked back down at the floor again, trying to stop the tears in the corners of his eyes as he realized he was about to sell his soul to the devil. ‘I’ll do anything you say for the rest of my life’ Charlie said quietly, almost hoping that no one would hear him say it. ‘Anything?’ came the deep voice of the man stood above him, and Charlie nodded silently, looking up to the most sinister smug grin he had ever seen in his life. ‘So if I should need some last minute homework doing for me?’ Chris asked and again Charlie nodded in silence, ‘or if I should need some money for food’ he continued and Charlie once again nodded. ‘What about…’ Chris went on, his grin spreading further across his face, ‘what about if my sweaty manly pits need a good clean after a heavy workout?’ Charlie gawped open mouthed, stunned by what the man in front of him had just said, he stood stunned, trying to process what he’d just heard, when he noticed Chris lifting his left arm up above his head, and vest he was wearing allowing for a view of the manly crevasse that Charlie’s new tormentor had mentioned, a large hand cupped the back of his small head and Charlie found himself forced forwards until he could see nothing at all, and all he knew was the feel of the hot skin against his face and the incredibly strong smell now filling his nostrils like a drug. As he shifted his head slightly, Charlie could feel the tendons of Chris’ biceps towards the top of his head, and other ligaments and muscles he didn’t know the name of beneath his nose and chin, the wideness of Chris’ seemingly ever growing lats meant that Charlie was surrounded on all sides by thick muscle, and Charlie suddenly found himself losing control of himself. Charlie stuck his tongue out frantically, moaning slightly as he felt the hard bulging muscle under Chris’ skin, moaning slightly as he tasted the manly sweat that didn’t disgust him in the way he quietly knew is should, the light masculine hair tickled his face as Charlie wanted to more and more to be able to have his face over every part of Chris at the same time, he slid his head up, his tongue sliding from the pit to the underside of Chris’s gargantuan arm, that seemed now to easily be as wide as his own head. Charlie couldn’t explain it, but Chris’ skin, whilst being so silky in texture still allowed for the feeling of the steel like chords beneath it, and every inch of him tasted incredible, Charlie moaned to himself again as his tongue lost itself exploring crevices and ridges of rock solid muscle. Charlie almost creamed in his pants when he heard Chris whisper ‘fuuck’ under his breath, clearly enjoying the seeing to that Charlie was giving him, Charlie didn’t know who was more surprised by this turn of events, but he didn’t dare argue. Charlie’s cock was now rock hard against the hugely wide thigh he straddled comfortably, and he was about to begin thrusting when a heavy shove knocked him to the floor roughly. Chris laughed to himself, looking down still with a certain look of disgust. ‘Guess I may be able to find a reason to keep you around’ he smirked, before walked away, looking bigger than ever, and leaving Charlie with a face full of sweat and an erection he was sure would last forever. _______________________________________________ I awoke the next day feeling extremely tired after what could only be called a restless night’s sleep. I found myself once again dreading the day ahead and what it would bring but felt such a hypocrite having spent most of the night furiously masturbating, thinking of how Chris’ muscles had felt against my face, how powerful he was, whilst I smelled his sweat that had dried on my face. As it happened I had a relatively uneventful day at school, I mean sure I had passed Chris in the corridor and my insides had pretty much turned themselves inside out with fear, but he had simply smirked at me and walked on by. He was easily six foot eight now I looked properly, and while he hadn’t grown height wise much more his muscle had clearly not stopped expanding. He looked like a younger blonder bigger Zeb Atlas strolling down the corridors. The next day again I found myself feeling on edge pretty much all day but again made it through the day without any cause for concern. It was the Friday of that week I went into school feeling a tiny bit better, my body didn’t ache anymore in the areas Chris had gotten rough with and I was starting to think I might just have to suffer evil glances and occasional extra pieces of homework on Chris’ behalf. It was lunchtime and I didn’t have too long until classes started back up again so I ran to get my bag that I’d thrown in the P.E changing rooms before I ate. I retrieved my bag and went to have a quick piss, I had drunk far too much today. I was about to put my cock back in my pants when a large hand grabbed me by the face. It was so quick I didn’t even realise it was a hand at first, I couldn’t see a thing and in less than two seconds I felt myself pushed against a wall. I heard one of the toilet cubicle doors locking and began to tremble slightly; all too aware of what was beginning. ‘Didn’t want you getting too confident around here’ he said, his now familiar sneer planted firmly across his face. Whether it was me getting more attracted to him without realising or something else he seemed to be more handsome every time I saw him. ‘Why me?’ I asked simply, a tone of resignation in my voice, his smile grew even more as he let me go and laughed gently. ‘Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it Char’ he said with an almost playful hint in his voice that took me back to us wrestling as kids. ‘You may have noticed I’ve grown a lot since we were kids’ he continued, and I bit my tongue rather than risking my life by giving him attitude. ‘Since I’ve hit puberty I’ve noticed I enjoy exerting my power over people,’ he paused slightly as if recalling memories of such events and then spoke again ‘but more recently I’ve noticed that not only do I enjoy it immensely, but... it seems to make me grow.’ My mouth opened and I squinted slightly ‘that’s crazy Chris... it’s not possible.’ He laughed cruelly ‘the effects have been very very small for the last few years and I figured that just wasn’t going to do anymore, and then I remember you and me as kids.. what a pussy you always were and how you always seemed to be your happiest when I was kicking your ass’ I blushed furiously and shook my head ‘that’s not true!’ I lied quickly, so quickly in fact it gave me away instantly. ‘I figured that if making a small guy submit to me makes me grow, what would happen if I managed to find someone that actually enjoyed it, who felt in his guts like being a bitch was all he was born for..' I shook my head again more forcefully this time as if trying to fool myself more than him ‘it’s not true, you’ve gone mad’ I almost begged. He stared at me silently for a second or two, my heart seemed to beat loudly in slow motion as his hand reached for the collar of his sweat drenched gym polo and yanked. His forearm bulged and with a loud rip that almost sounded like a bang his shirt was in tatters on the floor. His magnificent tanned pecs quivered no more than a foot away from my face and my eyes glazed over, my chin drooping as I stared in amazement at the body of the young god in front of me. His chest was indescribable, striations spread from the crevice in the middle of his chest outward, his enormous nipples lured my eyes to them and I wanted nothing more than to suck them onto my tongue. His huge powerful shoulders supported basketball size biceps both sporting a fat blue vein that pulsed across them and his abs, which I had never seen uncovered, stood fast like 8 solid bricks. ‘Gone mad have I?’ he mused quietly, ‘we both know I didn’t look like this when I barged past you in the corridor on Monday. Even then I felt a tingle in my core when you gazed up at me from the floor.’ I was stood now in silence, no matter how insane it sounded, or how much trouble I was now undeniably in he was definitely bigger, and if he was right and I was the key to that growth then there was a whole load more trouble coming my way. ‘Im afraid I’m starting to like being one of the biggest people on the planet’ he growled, his eyes now piercing into mine with such an intensity I felt like crying ‘so you’re gonna be my bitch from now on whether you like it or not.’ With that he moved towards me and bent his knees, he pushed his pec into my chin and my head was forced sideward against the wall, he straightened his legs still pushing into me and I felt his now erect nipple slide up the side of my face like a marble. I turned to face him, my nose resting in between his pecs and slowly slid my tongue upwards. He had obviously just finished a work out as I managed to catch a large amount of sweat on the end of my tongue, he tasted so good, so manly ‘like my man sweat bitch?’ He grinned a huge grin before flexing his colossal bicep with a grunt ‘get your mouth on this slut’ he growled and before I knew it I was whining like a bitch in heat, sliding my tongue and my lips over the hardest thing I have ever felt in my life, I wanted to kiss, lick, rub and smell it all at once it was so overwhelming. In the corner of my eye I could see Chris watching me and I moaned loudly as my wandering right hand made contact with his freaky quad. I rubbed and squeezed with my puny little fingers, sliding them along the separations in his muscle until the both of us froze when the back of my hand made contact with his cock. I looked him in the eye and without looking down gave his mighty cock a squeeze; I could just about get my fingertips to touch around its thickness. I almost wanted to take my hand away it was so hot, but Chris’ meaty hands pushing down on my shoulders made it clear he had other plans for me. I knelt there in front of him for what seemed like forever, his thighs so thick that they filled my whole field of vision and acted as the perfect backdrop to the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It looked somewhere between the 10 and 11 inch mark, thick as anything and bursting with the sexiest veins I had ever seen. I had never sucked a cock before... or even thought about it, but staring at this giant piece of meat I can’t deny I wanted it. Clearly Chris had become bored with me staring as he suddenly shook his hips side to side as quick as he could and his massive dong slapped my face with such a force that the first hit made me yelp. The second and third still stunned me but I was more embarrassed than anything to think that a guy my age had a cock that was probably stronger than my entire body. I took the hint though and once again gripped his firm meat in my now tiny looking hand. I slowly lent forwards and kissed the head, spongy but hard, I kissed again, pleasantly surprised by the taste. Slowly my tongue slid along the bottom of his bulging head and he hissed, eyes closed, head rearing back. I squeaked loudly as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved, I thought his dick was going to push my tongue down my throat and I felt my lips stretch to their slutty limits. My mouth was forced wide open as his huge meat rubbed over my tongue and I spluttered as it hit the back of my throat, he pulled out and shoved back in several times with me gagging for air and trying to push his thighs away but of course any such attempt was a waste of time. After a couple of minutes he grunted and shoved all the way in, I’d never felt anything like it, I could feel inch after inch of his cock moving down inside my throat as his head stretched open my gullet on its way down. I felt my neck physically bulged and my eyes streamed with water as Chris looked down and moaned loudly ‘fuck yes, take it’ I could hardly breathe but still found my tongue lapping the underside of his dick as he raped my mouth with such an intensity I wondered how long it could continue. At several points I honestly thought I would pass out, his cock was so huge I simply couldn’t breathe and if it wasn’t for the occasional moment where he withdrew his cock slightly further than usual I would have been a goner. I found myself squeezing his massive thighs, looking up as his huge muscle tits bouncing with his thrusts, seeing the pure pleasure on Chris’ face did something to me I can’t explain, part of me did want to be here serving him. ‘I should warn you’ he said suddenly, and the sound of this deep panting voice both surprised and aroused me ‘the bigger I’ve gotten the more I’ve cum, you might wanna get out the way.’ For some reason I moaned at the thought of his hot spunk, maybe I hoped it would make me grow in the same way he did, but I decided to stick around. He thrusts became even harder and more sporadic and his grunts got deeper and louder, I could see his chest and biceps twitching and he withdrew so that just his cockhead was in my mouth. ‘You asked for it fucker’ he grunted through gritted teeth. What happened next I could never have expected in a million years. His first shot of cum was so huge it completely filled my mouth to overflowing, the excess pouring out in thick slimy clots over my bottom lip onto my school shirt. The sheer force of the thick creamy spunk hitting the back of my mouth forced my head backwards and off his cockhead, and while I was still leant back reeling at what had just happen his second shot was now out in the open and free to hit me square on the bridge of my nose. Again the force of it was so extreme I went to shout but my mouth was still so full that I just gargled more spunk down my front. I winced as it slammed into my nose and flowed with speed up along my forehead and out across my cheeks, I sat there in disbelief drinking every drop I could while shot after shot after huge big thick hot slammed into my face. After what must have been twenty or so helpings he stopped, legs trembling slightly, and sneered down at me completely covered in his load, my chin dripping pathetically. I peeled my eyes open, gasping when I looked up to see he had easily grown another ten pounds in the time he had been fucking my mouth. Even more muscle bulged on his frame, he looked simply incredible. ‘I knew it had to be you’ he said in between pants ‘I fucking told you didn’t I you little bitch?’ he laughed. ‘Good luck cleaning that off before next lesson’ was all he said before he opened the cubicle door and walked away. I waited until I heard the changing room doors close, I don’t know how long it was after that I stood up, it wasn’t until that moment I felt my jaw, and my throat, and realised everything ached in the extreme. I looked down at my school uniform and was speechless, I looked like a blue whale had just used me as a fleshlight, my clothes were completely drenched in his thick load and there was a puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. I walked over to the sinks and started to cry when I saw myself in the mirror. There wasn’t a spot on my face that wasn’t covered, my hair was thick with it like shampoo and my hair stuck up on top of my head where he had grabbed me. I looked a complete and utter state. I used the back entrance and ran for all I was worth until I got home, uselessly trying to cover my face, my hair, my clothes. When I got home I sat on my bed and stared at myself in the mirror, stunned by what had happened, stunned by what the two of us were becoming, and hating myself for scooping the cum off my face and into my mouth. I awoke on Saturday morning flooded with relief that I didn’t have to go to school, to face the questions of why I had suddenly left the day before, to face Chris. I spent the rest of the day lazing around the house, resting my aching limbs, rubbing moisturiser on my stretched out lips and stalking the muscle monster’s Facebook in the dirty hope of finding a picture I could stroke it to. As Sunday rolled by it was already three in the afternoon and I had to go to pick up a few things in the local store. I kept my tracksuit bottoms on and slipped on a loose fitting pair of sneakers, heading in through the front gates of the church ready to take the short cut through the graveyard. Since I’d left my house I couldn’t escape the feeling I was being followed, and halfway through the trees and graves, the afternoon sun causing everything to be tinted gold, I shivered. Looking to my left there was nothing but a few bugs humming lazily in the air and above me blue skies stretched forever uninterrupted. Gazing over to my right my heart missed a beat as I saw in the distance, stood amongst the gravestones farthest away, Chris. I waited only long enough to see him move a fraction of an inch before turning, filled with complete fear, and running off the path and onto the grass to the left. Hopping over vines and growth and dodging between graves I was too scared to shout or look behind me, my only comfort was that I had been quite a way in front of Chris and the head start might be enough to get me home safe. In a happier moment I would have been proud of myself for running faster than I ever would have thought I could, but instead my thoughts were interrupted by the undeniable sound of bare feet thumping along the ground behind me and getting louder very quickly. In desperation I tried to change direction in the hope that the bigger man would be unable to follow but before I knew anything else two gigantic arms had completely engulfed me and the force of a now 6 foot ten Chris running at full speed hit me like a train. We went flying through the air, me straining for air against the tree trunk arms that had wrapped around me like snakes, and then landed hard on the ground. Chris’ full weight came down on top of me and I tried to scream in agony but as his huge muscular bulk landed on top of me I was completely winded and could only scream silently like a tortured fish. ‘That was fun, you should run every time’ growled Chris, his mouth somewhere above my ear as he held me still, I tried kicking my legs but every inch of me was pinned down by his massively powerful body. I lay there in the moment’s silence completely hating myself. Every time I saw this man I was filled with fear and dread, today more so than ever; and yet as soon as I heard his voice or felt his body I was so turned on I couldn’t think of anything else in the world than doing as he said. Since Friday’s meetings I also had to admit that as I lay underneath him I also craved the feeling of his giant man cock and his thick load in my mouth. ‘Unfortunately for you I’m starting to like growing more and more,’ he continued the smirk on his face audible in his voice. ‘All those sluts at school that follow me around don’t worship me half as well as you do.’ His huge forearm was under my chin and his weight on top of me pushed it hard into my neck and I could feel my head was starting to swim. He pushed himself up with his arms just long enough for me to take in a large gulp of air, grabbed me with one of his huge hands and flipped me effortlessly onto my back so I was now staring up into his achingly handsome face. I noticed now his shirt was gone and I flushed with embarrassment knowing that not only had I had a head start on him, but he had also managed to remove his shirt whilst running and still caught me with absolutely no effort. ‘Don’t pretend like you haven’t missed this Char’ he purred, before stretching his arms out above my head, linking his hands and lowering his colossal chest over my face. His pecs were so huge by this point that my nose could just about touch his breastbone in the gap between his pecs while the rest of his thick heavy chest muscle squeezed down and covered my whole face. He didn’t even need to say anything before I started to lick the sweaty rock hard sinews of his muscle tits. With his hands outstretched in front of him his armpits were fully open to air and even squashed underneath him I could smell his musky smell and found my head buzzing with the excitement of it. I realised that my hands were free and rushed to slide them from his ribs, around his impossibly wide lats and began stroking the thick mounds of his back muscles which bunched and rippled as he moved slightly. At a minute or so of this I slid my little hands back round underneath him and stroked up and down on his solid stomach, moaning slightly into his chest as my dainty fingers found each bump of his abs. Up and down I lovingly caressed when after a short while my eyes opened as my hand bumped into his gigantic cock, which had become hard at all this attention. I grabbed it with my fist and squeezed as hard as I could, he growled like a feral animal above me and I felt his body vibrate slightly as he did so, ‘that’s it, make me feel good, I think I can feel myself growing already’ he said and this turned me on beyond belief as I started sliding my hand up and down the thick meat. He pulled himself up and sat on my chest, I could hardly breathe under him but didn’t dare say so for fear he would stop what he was doing, once again I was truly under his spell. As I stared at the God like man in front of me my mouth hung open, my eyes glazed over with lust, and I moaned quietly as he tore his shorts off with one strong hand. The cock that pulsed in front of me now was even bigger than it had been the last time I saw it only a few days before. It looked now to be around 12 inches, from down on the floor I could feel the heat radiating from it, smell that pure sexual alpha male smell. The veins that rippled all over it stood out in bold relief almost full to bursting, I had never been so turned on in my life. I stuck my tongue out eagerly as he used three fingers to push against the base of it, bringing it down with a thump across my face. It half obscured my vision and I trembled with both excitement and fear as I realised it was now longer than my face. I licked the underside, feeling content in a way I still couldn’t quite understand, I could do this all day if he asked me, though I didn’t want him to know that. He raised himself off me slightly and roughly rubbed the giant head of it all over my face, smearing me with gobs of thick juice as it leaked over my face, he spent a long time just rubbing it side to side over my lips. Looking up into his face he had a look of wonder and pride on his face and clearly found it arousing to see how much power he had over me, and how physically superior he was. I licked my tongue around the head as I had done the day before and he growled, an evil smile flashing down at me. He used his thick cock to slap my face and shoved in roughly into my mouth a few times clearly enjoyed himself. In a move so quick I hadn’t seen it coming he put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me up, we stood facing each other for a moment silently, his huge cock pressed directly into mine as if to show me how pathetically small mine was. He didn’t move or show any expression on his face and it dawned on me he wanted me to make the first move, to admit to both myself and him that I really did want this. I looked at the floor slightly ashamed, also not wanting to blow a load in my pants looking at him, and quietly said ‘I’m ready to suck you again.’ He laughed looking triumphant, fisted his cock a couple of times. ‘I know you are’ he said confidently, ‘but you forgot this isn’t about what you want, and I don’t think my cocks gonna fit down that tiny throat of yours anymore.’ I stared at him for a half a second in confusion before gasping as I realised what it was he had meant. I wasn’t ready for it. I had never taken a cock in my ass in my life and one as big as his would hurt worse than murder, I began to tremble and shake my head ‘I can’t,’ I squeaked terrified ‘I can’t take it!’ He smiled another sick smile ‘Oh but you will.’ I turned in a desperate attempt to run, even though he had caught me before and I made it no more than two paces when his large powerful hands clamped both my hips in a vice like grip, I wailed as he began pushing down and though I tried to resist it his arms proved more powerful than my legs and they gave way. One hand left my right hip and reappeared on my neck pushing my face into the grass and turning my butt up into the air, he ripped my shorts off effortlessly and paused for a second watching me shake underneath him ‘not a bad ass Char.’ I heard him spit a few times and could hear him rubbing his cock head with spit, then again a few more times and this time I felt spots of warm wetness hit my hole with surprising speed. Two fingers came from nowhere and shoved themselves inside me and I groaned as they felt themselves around my tight virgin chute. After a minute or so they were gone and I knew what was about to happen. I felt the head of his cock against my hole, it felt even bigger now that I couldn’t see it, like a powerful sweaty tennis ball at my innocent backside. I started to cry a little, pleading to the universe more than anything else ‘no no no no no’, there was a seconds silence and then I heard him hiss ‘yes!’ Both hands went back to my hips with their iron hold and he push forwards with such force had he let go I would have slid forward across the grass. The pain was indescribable. I screamed into the floor as I felt inch by inch of his mighty cock force its way into a hole that was simply not big enough for it. I could cry at this point, but instead gaped and shuddered as inch after further inch carried on up inside me so far I could feel it rising up inside my stomach area. He leant back to a kneeling position and the pure strength of his erection lifted me from the ground, stretching my hole to near breaking point, bringing another scream from me as my back thumped into his incredible chest. My own weight went against me now as I slid down the last two inches of his cock and felt my burning cheeks land on his rock hard veiny thighs. His right hand clapped over my mouth and pushed my head back against his shoulder and the other pushed down on my left thigh to stop me from trying to remove his cock. He stayed there motionless, as his thrilled cock vibrated and jerked, each time stirring my lower organs and causing more pain inside me. He was clearly relishing the feeling, I could feel his heavy breathing through the pecs and nipples that pushed into my back, hear him swearing under his breath and feel him continue to flex his thick cock inside me. As we stayed in that position, my weak body spread across his larger one like butter over toast the unbearable mind numbing pain lessened a little, not much mind you, but enough that after a while the tears that had been running down my face onto Chris’ hand stopped. Precum was oozing out of his cock now so much this it was already running out my hole down his cock and dripping from his orange sized balls, I wandered momentarily whether it was that that was soothing my insides. So lost in the feeling was Chris that when it finally dawned on him he could start fucking me he jumped slightly with the excitement, again the movement caused his cock to move my insides around once more and I squeaked through his thick hand. ‘Get ready for the ride of your life bitch!’ He started bucking his hips slightly, and as he did a couple of inches of his cock started leaving and entering my ass, being so tight my inner walls gripped him to such an extent that the friction of his movements caused me to shudder, my eyes rolling back in my head as he moaned appreciatively. He slowly but surely began upping the power and his thrusts were becoming so powerful that his hips against my ass cheeks were literally starting to throw me in the air a little. As he pushed up his cock would push deeper than it had gone before, his balls and thighs on my ass and then as he stopped I would rise up in the air, like one does at the top of a rollercoaster, almost floating on his mighty tool. Then he would lower his hips back to their starting position, sliding his cock out of me a little before gravity began to force me back down his cock with a slurpy squelch that ended with me thumping down on his cock and forcing the head of it deeper inside me still, each of these weightless moments were proving to feel truly good and I would whine in pleasure, before falling back down onto the wide base of his cock and grunting as the pain came rushing back. I was starting to look like one of those children’s toys, with Chris being the small wooden bat that would hit the little red ball (me) which bounce around anchored to the bat by elastic (his cock.) He gave a loud shout of effort that made me jump before thrusting into me so hard I slid all the way up his cock until only the head was left inside me stretching my sphincter beyond belief, he had removed his hand from my mouth at this point and I let out a shout as he grabbed both my ankles and spun me 180 degrees so that when I slid back down his monster I was facing the now even larger muscle god. My hands immediately went to squeezing his huge rock hard muscles tits, so large now that my hands really didn’t cover very much of them, but as I played with his thick meaty nipples he groaned and cooed appreciatively and gave me a grin that said nothing other than ‘I own you.’ My fingers danced on the bulges of his sweaty abs as my nose drifted near his shoulder so I could smell the musk of his pits and despite the pain of the situation I knew in my heart I would do it again, as many times as he wanted over and over. His grunting began to get more sporadic, panting and moaning with rhythm as his thrusts became harder and faster. His huge hand grabbed my throat and with a huge squeeze that almost crushed my windpipe he began to push me back. I was now in a very awkward position that probably would have been painful if his one hand on my neck hadn’t been strong enough to support my weight. I was bent backwards now like one of the crab positions you see gymnasts do, my head now at the same height as my well filled ass with my torso forming a high bridge between the two. I moaned and made all sorts of embarrassingly effeminate noises as his cock touched parts of my innards now that I didn’t know could feel so good. As he started thrusting all the way into me again I couldn’t help but briefly wonder where it was all going, how it all fit in. My thought process was interrupted when I heard him give an animalistic growl of lust. ‘O fuck yeah’ he shouted ‘that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, my monster cock’s destroying your insides little bitch’ he moaned and as I craned my neck up I could just about see over my ribs and couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The flat tight smooth skin of my stomach was now bulging outwards with every thrust from his mighty tool, like a baby kicking in a woman’s tummy I watched as my skin stretched tight around the thick head of his cock. We took it in turns to place our hand over the bump as it rose and give it a quick squeeze before he withdrew and this pleasured him more than anything that had gone before. He swung me back up with a scream so that we were once again face to face and spat in my face ‘gonna cum.’ He kept his one hand around my neck again and then squeezed my ribcage with his other. ‘get ready bitch’ he grunted before using his hands to slide my whole body up and down on his cock like a giant human fleshlight. I squealed as I flew up down so fast it blurred my vision and made my head hurt. With a final large shout he pushed my right to the base, his pubes tickling my tender cheeks, muscular thighs against mine. ‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu’ he shouted and I screamed with renewed pain as his first huge load shot inside me so fast I thought it may have ruptured something. He continued to swear and call me all manner of names as shot after huge thick shot flew inside me, I could feel myself filling up and was now crying from the sensation whilst still being thoroughly turned on. I could feel cum squirted out my hole and down his cock now and I knew I was full and could take no more, I screamed and threw my fists against his chest which were now bulging with hundreds of veins but his eyes were now rolling back in his head such was his ecstasy. Still he shot inside me and I looked down and noticed my whole lower stomach bloating like a pregnant belly from the sheer volume of his spunk. Without warning he craned his head down and forced his large tounge into my screaming mouth. His tounge, now a good 7 or so inches long was so thick and powerful my tounge could hardly move against it, in fact as it slid down into my throat I couldn’t help but struggle to breathe around it. A minute or so later he finally stopped and leant back relaxing, I was panting and moaning and he laughed at me as he came down from his ecstatic high.. ‘O i needed that..’ he chuckled before looking at my little hard cock ‘and so did you if you’re man enough to admit it.’ He gave his body a quick once over, clearly pleased with how he looked. He laughed again triumphantly upon seeing my bloated cum belly, now sticking out a good six inches from where it would usually be. ‘Damn I seeded you good huh’ he said giving it a stroke, he then pushed hard with a finger into my gut and I cried out as I felt a large spurt of cum dribble down his still hard cock. ‘We’re gonna have to do that again soon’ he said with a last cocky grin. He pulled his mighty man dick from inside me and I whimpered as he threw me into the grass, cum flowed from my hole in streams and as my vision began to fade I turned to watch his amazingly muscled glutes walking away. I fainted in the grass, leaking.
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  6. OMG!!! ABSOLUTELY AMAZING THANK YOU, THANK YOU
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  9. I just thought I would start a new topic, since the club has been quiet for a while. 2019 marked some positive changes in my life, among them joining a new gym where I feel like I have become comfortable. (Thanks to @Trekka again) For 2020, I want to become comfortable doing some of the exercises I have tended to avoid (squats and deadlifts being the two biggest). I always worry about injuries, but I am just going to try to concentrate on good form and keep the weights light, until I am ready to move up the poundage. Oh, and I also have a goal of gaining 10 pounds. Happy New Year!!
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  10. Awesome addition. Love the development of the characters, the realistic detail you add to the story, it's all very good. Very happy to see this continued.
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  11. A porn star learns that not everyone has the same idea when you say you want to be "huge". -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chad gripped Blake by his cut waist as he pounded his rounded ass cheeks. “You like that stud?” He whispered into his ear. The jacked bottom groaned and ran his hand down Chad’s side. “Oh yeah babe...” He grunted back. Chad’s massive cock drilled away at his partner’s ass. It would soon be time for Blake to cum. His body was massive, with every inch of him bulging with muscle that flexed and bounced as he bobbed on the other’s cock. Sweat was dripping down the deep cleavage between his pecs. He had done this hundreds of times, he needed to make sure his body was positioned perfectly before he blew his load. Chad’s fingers were moving their way through the dimples and creases of his back muscles, occasionally giving his massive biceps a squeeze. Blake’s thighs were bulging from the action of thrusting himself onto that massive cock. He closed his eyes, pointed his chin up, thrust his head into the other’s neck and shouted and covered his own pecs with his jizz. “CUT!” The director shouted as Blake panted against Chad’s chest. The two relaxed as the film crew went over the footage. “I dunno… we got his cock in there… I keep telling you to shoot it so that it makes his cock look normal.” The cameraman shot back, “Why can’t you just get a cock extender on it?” “Because how do you get a cum shot with a fake cock blocking the jizz? Hopefully we got enough footage to patch things up in editing.” The director shouted indelicately, causing Blake to blush. He hated when people mentioned his… deficits. You see, while Blake had a massive, perfect physique and a face that could have made him a movie star, his cock was about four inches long fully hard. Being a failed actor, porn was the only thing that he knew how to do to pay the bills, though his deficiency meant he had to peddle his ass at a discount. His relatively cheap price meant he got a lot of work though. Many directors could cut the film in such a way that actually hid how small Blake really was, focusing primarily on his perky bubble butt, broad pecs, and insanely handsome face. His fellow actor was losing his sex flush as he toweled himself off but Blake was still bright red as he listened to the conversations of the director and producer as they spoke in the corner. They were talking about him and they didn’t give a damn if they were overheard. “Yeah Tom I know he’s got the best bod for the price but I’m getting tired of cutting great material because that tiny cock’s in the shot. We end up cutting so much I start to wonder what the point is. Maybe we could just shell out the money for someone with the complete package.” Blake hated this part of things. There was no place to go while they talked about this stuff. He had to stay so they could get the odd shots that could be spliced in later during editing. “Alright, Blake! Grab a cock extender for the next few shots.” The director tossed him a strap on cock and it was back to work. It was 8 pm before they were done and Blake could go to his own room in the hotel. He was looking forward to having dinner brought up to him but as he walked into his room and heard. “Alright now give him your best show.” Two guys that he didn’t recognize were fucking each other doggy style on his bed. Given his line of work, he didn’t find it disgusting but it was definitely poor porn etiquette. “What’s going on in here? The filming rooms are down the hall.” Blake said annoyed. “We’re not filming,” came the stranger’s voice. “This show is for you.” Blake walked further into the room until he could see a man in a three piece suite sitting on a chair looking through a rectangle made with his fingers, pretending to record. “I don’t know Blake, they’re listless and unimaginative. They’re not nearly as good at faking it as you are but they do have one asset you can’t compete with.” The two men rolled over and showed off their 8’’ cocks. “Look at them. They’re not as buff as you, they’ve got one third of your talent, and I’d say their faces are quite common. Yet they’d bring home just as much money as you because of those schlongs and they’re not even that impressive as far as porn cocks go.” “Alright, you guys, out!” Blake had enough of being demeaned. He certainly wasn’t going to let it continue in his own room. “As you wish.” The man pulled out a green stone that he wore as a necklace from behind his tie and to Blake’s horror the two men shriveled up until their bodies were no more than smoke-like shadows that were sucked into the amulet. “What the fuck is going on here!?” Blake shouted, suddenly terrified of his visitor. “What did you do to them?” “Them?” The stranger looked up at Blake. “Nothing, they’re fine. I just think servants get in the way when you don’t need them.” Blake turned and ran out of the room blindly down the hall back into the filming room he’d just left. There were four guys running a train on the bed. None of them looked up. “Tom! There’s something freaky happening in this place!” Blake gasped, trying to catch his breath from the shock. “Oh? I haven’t noticed.” Blake looked up and saw the four men were being filmed by the same well dressed man from his bedroom. What’s more, the camera was like something out of the 40’s with a spinning reel. He suddenly realized he didn’t recognize any of the actors on the bed. He stood there stunned unable to process what was happening to him. “You know you’re a rather excitable fellow. You act like you’re being robbed but this is your lucky day.” The man said. “My name’s Jack.” He said turning around so Blake could see his bright green eyes. “I… I… I’m not going crazy!” Blake stammered. “Of course you’re not. At least not yet.” He turned and shouted at one of the people on the bed. “No not like that, pretend you’re enjoying it! I’ve seen more passion at a funeral!” Jack put his eye back up to the camera. “You’re about to lose your mind though. You see, you’ve made plans to go hang out with some friends that you know in LA and you’re all about to get wasted and then do a bunch of coke to help get your mind off the fact that you’re really good at what you do and everyone around you treats you like a piece of garbage. Your friend will invite a bunch of people over and in the drug induced frenzy, one of those guys will take you to a back room and make a wise crack about the size of your cock. Then BANG!” Jack clapped his hands. “A fist to the face, a broken jaw, and you’ll spend the night in jail because you forgot how big you are… everywhere but one place that is.” Blake slowly backed away to the door. “Oh go on then…” Jack said turning to him again. “We don’t have to talk. I’ve got other people I can help tonight.” “What do you think you can help me with?” “Why, the one part of you that isn’t perfect.” Jack said looking back to the camera eyepiece. “The one part of you that god didn’t put that much effort into. The one part… Jesus Rob if you’re going to move like that you’re just going to put people to sleep!” He interrupted himself to shout at one of the men on the bed. “How can you help me with that?” Blake asked. “My card.” Jack looked up from the camera and pulled out a card from his suit pocket that simply said, “Jack the Giver” and handed it to Blake. “Just take it and make your wish.” “I...” Blake started. “Go on.” Jack said. “I wish...” Blake stammered. “I wish I had a huge cock.” The card burst into flames and his cock started to tingle. As the smoke cleared and the sensation in his cock died down he noticed that people were shouting at him. “Blake? Blake! BLAKE!” “Yeah? Huh what?” He looked up and saw his director standing in front of him. There were three guys on the bed who he knew as well as the cameraman who had filmed him earlier. “What… do… you… need?” His director was red in the face. “You’re just standing there burning things while we’re trying to film!” “I… uhh…” Blake slowly turned the door knob and walked out, afraid he had just had some kind of mental break. The director turned to the cameraman. “Jesus if I could work with ONE guy who wasn’t on shit…” Blake made his way back to his hotel room and slowly opened the door expecting to see Jack but the room was empty. “Hello?” He called out but the room appeared untouched. The bed was perfectly made, with no sign that two guys had just been fucking in it. “God I’m losing my mind.” He called down to the front desk and asked if anyone had asked which room he was staying in and they said no one and so he ordered his dinner and had it brought up. After a little food he felt better. “That must have been a hallucination... I’m working too hard.” He looked in the mirror and flexed his biceps, stretching the fabric of his sleeves. He bounced his large pecs in his tight t-shirt. He was a hot man. “Why do I let people treat me like crap? I’m a great catch and I’m fucking good at what I do.” His friends were expecting him and they always had fun when he was in town. First he had to shower. He smelled of sex and lube which wasn’t how he liked to make introductions. Peeling off his tight t-shirt he checked out his hot torso in the mirror. He loved the way his meaty pecs overshadowed his defined eight pack. His bulging traps framed his neck perfectly. He loved that his veins bulged like lightning bolts in his arm. It was the next part he didn’t like. Pulling down his pants. He pulled down on his waistline and prepared himself for the sight of his tiny dick, but when he dropped his shorts to the floor he was surprised. “It’s not that bad...” Perhaps it was the lighting in the bathroom but his cock looked normal. “I don’t know why they can’t just light the room better when we film, it looks fine in here.” He flexed for himself in the mirror, turning himself on as he watched the shadows dance along the muscles lining his abs. His cock hardened and Blake’s mouth gaped. That was no trick of the light. Measuring his cock with his hand (a trick he’d learned from his job), he realized he was every bit of six inches. “I mean… it’s not massive but… I can fucking work with this!” He hopped into the shower checking it again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. The cock was real. He stroked himself as the shower water ran in rivers between his pecs and around his abs. He stroked himself and tweaked his own nipple until he came in the shower. Holding his dick in his hand, it looked even bigger. It might have been a trick of his mind but… he measured the size with his hand and he was definitely just under 8 inches. “Fuck yeah!” He said to himself. “Give me five years! I’m owning my own studio!” “That’s a big turn around for less than four more inches. I’ll never understand humans.” Jack was suddenly standing in the bathroom. “Holy shit man! You gave me my life!” Blake jumped out of the shower and gave Jack a huge, wet hug, too overjoyed to notice how annoyed it made him. Jack pushed him away and looked down at his water stained clothes. “No touching!” He said taking a moment to recover his composure. “So what are you going to do with the rest of your...” But Blake had already left the room. He had toweled off and was throwing on his clothes and getting ready to hit the town. “So that’s how that feels...” By 11 pm Blake was at his friend’s house surrounded by a group of LA’s hottest. Some of them he knew, most were new to him. A few of those new faces knew who he was though. He’d been in quite a few porn films, and they wanted him to sign their asses. Only his friend Ryan knew about his reputation for being “a little lacking down there.” The rest of them had been fooled by camera magic. After an hour, Ryan shoved Blake into the kitchen to chat with him alone. “Hey, the guys out there are really pressuring me to get you to take it all off but I’ve got you covered man. They think we’re in here talking about it. I’ll go out in a few minutes and tell them that you like to leave work at work.” “Heh, I don’t mind if you don’t. What’s the worst that could happen? My pics get posted and someone sees my dick?” He laughed. “Ugh… yeah…” Ryan said thinking his friend had had too many mollies. The two of them had been fuck buddies for over a year and he knew what would happen to Blake’s reputation if people posted pictures of his small cock all over the internet. “Look why don’t you just take your shirt off, you can make a splash, and they’ll go crazy. There’s no need to confirm any rumors.” Blake laughed, “There’s only one rumor I want to confirm.” He smiled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Both of them gasped. Ryan was shocked because he’d never seen an 8’’ soft cock before and now he was seeing it on someone he knew to be tiny. Blake was shocked because it hadn’t been that big half an ago when he’d gone to piss. Ryan tugged on it in disbelief. “Shit that thing really is all you! Did you have some kind of surgery or something?” “Heh, does it matter?” Blake said pushing Ryan against the refrigerator trying to make out with him because he had in fact had too many mollies. “Whoah can you even get that thing up like that?” Ryan said pushing Blake back, he wanted his questions answered. That particular question, however, was answering itself as Blake’s piece of meat began to rise up above his waistline. He was speechless, which was how Blake liked him so he peeled off his shirt and bounced one of his massive pecs in his face. Ryan was hypnotized by all of this and merely stroked the giant cock that was in front of him. “Ryan do you have anymore… vod...ka?” One of Ryan’s friends stood frozen in the kitchen doorway. “Well… I’d say you got him to do it.” Blake turned towards the intruder, his massive meat swinging like a sword. “Holy shit is that even real?” “Touch it...” Blake said confidently. “I… ugh...” The newcomer stuttered awkwardly as he reached out and felt Blake’s throbbing veiny cock. Before long Blake had rejoined the party. A few enterprising individuals had taken his jeans, undies, and shoes and ensured that he had no clue where they were hidden. Any awkwardness was offset by the fact that he seemed perfectly at home interacting with people in the nude but people found it difficult to get over how massive he was. Even his porn fans didn’t remember him being THAT big in his videos. The night wore on and everyone got more drunk (and high) and it started to feel natural that they had a naked porn star at the party. They were well connected and this was LA. Soon people started taking liberties. Blake’s cock had long gone soft and people started egging him on to get it hard again. Soon someone reached over and started stroking him. The pleasure caused Blake to roll back on the couch as his cock started to inflate again. “Fuck I can barely get my fingers around it.” The guy said as he worked the massive piece of meat. Blake groaned as several other hands joined in. His cock swelled until it reached his left nipple. The combination of the booze and the drugs made everyone forget that it wasn’t that big the first time he’d whipped it out. Of course several phones were out recording everything. “Holy shit, I didn’t know they got that big!” Someone shouted. “Come on Blake! Do that famous pose you do!” Of course all of Blake’s films had featured him bottoming so his famous pose was straddling someone else. The molly and the attention was really driving him by this point. It was great to be naked in front of a group of people and not have to listen to how his cock was causing problems. So he straddled a hot guy sitting next to him on the couch, thrusting his ass while bouncing his enormous pecs. The guests were stunned but loving it. “Fuck…. I can’t believe this is happening.” “So fucking hot...” “Somebody grab Mike’s shirt!” Mike was the attractive man that Blake was currently grinding against. Several sets of hands quickly made his shirt disappear. He reached around and squeezed the porn stars massive pecs and pulled that ripped back against his own chest. “Ha! Look! He’s into it!” A few more minutes and Mike had all of his clothes pulled off and he was grinding his cock against that massive bubble butt. This seemed too much like an invitation and clothes started flying everywhere. Blake felt all kinds of bodies pressed up against him as an orgy broke out. He felt someone’s cock probing his hole but there were too many guys for him to tell who it was. Soon he felt it slide inside of him. The excitement caused his cock to swell and grow up the cleft between his pecs, getting thicker and thicker. His balls were swelling to the size of fists and those who weren’t preoccupied were frozen as they watched what was happening. They weren’t the only ones. Blake was stunned as his cock bumped into his chin and swelled to the thickness of a 2 liter and still the stranger continued to pound away at his ass. Soon his massive member was pushing up beyond his face and the shaft was growing as thick as his waist. His balls dangled down the couch as they swelled to the size of basketballs. Blake tried to move but the shaft was extremely sensitive and the feeling of his muscles rubbing against it caused him to shoot jets of cum onto the wall. Soon his balls were the size of watermelons and Blake was being pulled down by the massive weight of his cock, growing double the length of his torso. Every movement caused him to spray jizz everywhere. People were backing away in the room fearfully, wondering if what they were seeing was real but the mystery man behind Blake kept fucking away. His cock grew to the end of the couch and bent up against the wall as his nuts grew to 200 lbs a piece. Blake was like an appendage on this massive 10 ½ foot cock. Trying to move only caused more rubbing which caused him to cum more. Everyone stared in silence. Some were wondering how high they must have been to hallucinate something like this for others it simply blew their minds. All but one person seemed effected by the site, the guy who was fucking Blake. Of course to Blake this was obviously no hallucination. He was completely immobile. He’d have to be carried everywhere he went. He was scared and horny as his cock was so sensitive that even the drafts of air in the room made him precum. His struggles made him jizz. The walls and the couch were already ruined. Then suddenly everyone heard the clicking sound of an old movie camera. They looked back to see a well dressed man winding a camera reel. “No no! Don’t fuck him like that! You’ll put everyone to sleep!” So it was that Blake became known as the 127 inch porn star. After five years of making videos of himself hosing rooms down with his fire hose as guys fucked him, he did manage to buy his own studio. He found that spending his new found riches was a little difficult however because trying to move his massive girth simply made him cum buckets where ever he was. So be careful if you should ever get the chance to wish to be “huge”. Huge means different things to different people.
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  12. Here's a little Christmas present for you all. This is the last chapter for this story (for now at least). I have other stories in the works so stay tuned for those. Epilogue It’s barely 5 a.m. but I’m already awake. I run my hand over my naked torso and feel the cum-soaked remnants of last night. I look around at what used to be Alan’s trendy loft. Gone is most of the furniture and in its place, the most state-of-the-art gym equipment available. There are mirrors on every wall and piles of weights scattered in every direction. Across the massive space, I see Alan who’s clearly been awake for some time. He steps out of the squat rack with a the bar loaded with 315lbs and starts to curl the weight. Even from thirty feet away, I can see his 30 inch plus biceps swelling with incredible power. After 15 solid reps his pace slows but he continues to perform prefect reps with the huge weight. My cock is at full mast as he slams the weight back onto the rack. He hears me stirring in the bed and turns to face me. Even though I have been with him every moment for the last six months, I still marvel at his sheer mass and vascularity. He smiles and slowly starts moving towards me. Each step causes waves of mind-bending muscle to swell and expand as his 485lb body approaches. His gargantuan thighs ripple and swing around each other as they battle for room to move and his calves visibly swell with each step. The closer he gets, the more extreme his vascularity becomes. There isn’t a place on his naked body that isn’t covered in thick, pulsing veins. He stops moving ten feet from the bed and slowly raises his outrageously pumped arms and performs a double bicep pose. As he flexes every muscle on his body, I let out a load moan which only spurs him on. His biceps swell even larger as his lats erupt from either side. My eyes trace the veins from his throbbing cock up his pumpkin-sized abdominals and over his deeply striated pecs. From this angle in bed, I can barely see his eyes over the bloated chest muscles. He releases the pose and stands at the end of the bed. Without flexing a single muscle, the veins on his body appear to pulse and grow before my eyes. I start to stoke my cock at the sight that both turns me on and horrifies me. Never could I imagine someone could be so massive and ripped. Alan’s skin looked transparent as his muscles slide and ripple with every movement. I roll off the bed and visibly struggle to stand up. I face Alan and place my hands on his biceps as he flexes them. I moan again as I feel the massive slabs of muscles tense and grow. I lean forward and kiss Alan passionately as he continues to flex and unflex his mammoth arms. “They are growing Steve” he says in my ear which causes a drop of pre-cum to leak out of my cock, “they’ll be as big as yours soon.” I smile and raise my right arm so it’s right in Alan’s face. I turn my head and marvel as it erupted and swells to it’s full size. I can’t help but release more cum at the sight. “These are still bigger.” I reply. “Everything on you is bigger Steve and I’m in awe every moment of every day.” Alan says and sits on the end of the bed. I can tell he wants a show and I’m happy to oblige. I take a few steps back and facing Alan, I slowly move my hands together at my waist. Before they meet, I can feel my upper body inflate. My pecs press together and the intense pressure sends a jolt through my body. My blood-engorged forearms graze my obscenely thick abs and my biceps collide with my chest and there is an audible slap as they make contact. When my hands finally meet, I apply more pressure and feel every muscle explode in size. I can’t help but let out a groan. I stare at Alan’s face and see the awe in his eyes, which only makes me flex harder. My only goal is to shock Alan with a level of extreme muscularity that even he can’t comprehend. “No holding back! I’m going to show you just how massive I am.” I say. “I see how massive you are Steve and it’s amazing.” “No. Watch me grow for you Alan.” I say. Alan’s eyes grow wide as I lean forward and transition into a most muscular pose. I let out a scream so loud the mirrors rattle. My whole body trembles as every muscle balloons around me. I close my eyes and flex harder than I ever have before. As each muscle inflates, I feel the pressure on my joints as my powerful muscles try to pull me apart to accommodate their size. The intense sensation causes cum to drip and run down my quads. I manage to manoeuvre myself to see my reflection in the mirror behind the bed. I’m unrecognizable to even to myself. I feel a wave of fear at the sight. I look inhuman, only twisted muscle and veins. I see Alan’s face and he’s afraid too. I summon more power and flex harder. I feel like my skin is about to split open as I swell larger. I scream out of horror and lust. I know my arms have surpassed 35”, my chest well beyond 72”, my forearms easily reach 25” around as my waist solidifies at a relatively small 36”. From the pressure between my quads, I imagine they’ve dwarfed their previous size of 42” and my calves have swollen well past 30” in order to support my growing body. I feel Alan’s hot cum splash against my skin and then feel his lips around my cock. As his hands roam over my gargantuan quads, I try to stop from cumming immediately. “My god Steve! You look so incredible! How can anyone be this big and shredded. YOU ARE A FUCKING FREAK!” Alan says as he sucks. I release the pose but my body remains a swollen mass of muscle. I move to the nearest weight and grip it with my hands. I don’t even look at how heavy it is, that doesn’t matter, I need to grow even bigger. I start to curl the weight and smile as it slams into my bloated pecs. Even with my restricted range of motion, I feel my biceps swelling. “Steve! You’re curling 495 pounds!” Alan screams. “MORE MUSCLE. MORE!” I start to curl the weights as fast I can. I hear the plates rattling which only increases my intensity. I feel Alan behind me, caressing my back as it twitches and swells to his touch. I barely register the pin prick on my swollen glute muscle. As the warm dose of steroids floods into my bloodstream, I let out a loud moan. I drop the weight and stalk around the room looking for a bigger challenge. I’m like an animal looking for it’s next meal. I can feel drool running down my chin. “MORE WEIGHTS. MORE MSUCLE!” I scream like a daemon possessed. I move to a squat rack that is perpetually set up for deadlifts. Alan loads it with 10 plates on each side. I lick my lips and wrap my hands around the bar and hoist the 945lb bar like it’s a twig. Instantly I feel my back erupt. Alan stumbles back at the sight and fall to the ground. “Steve!” is all he can say as I start pumping out reps. After 12 reps I rise to the top of the rep and stare at my reflection. I’m shocked by the image. I no longer look human. There is nothing aesthetically pleasing about my body. Every muscle is far beyond the size it was intended to be. The veins that cover every surface are thicker than they should be. My skin is so pale and thin that it slides over my muscles like cellophane wrapped around ground beef. I’m truly disgusting but I only want more. With my eyes on Alan’s shaking body, I hoist the massive weights above my head. Alan is screaming both in fear and awe at the display of power he’s witnessing. “FUCK ME” I grunt. Alan stands and instantly empales my ass with his huge, hard cock. I let out a scream as he penetrates me fully and the huge weight tries to crush my body. I lower the weight to my chest and manage to lift it back up. Pain rips through my shoulders as the huge weight begins to lower again. After a moment’s rest, I start to lift again but the weight doesn’t move. “PUSH IT!” Alan yells and drives his cock in deeper. I feel Alan’s cum fill my ass as I spray my load all over the mirror. As my body convulses, I drive the weight back up one last time before letting it crash down. Alan and I stumble out of the squat rack and embrace each other to remain standing. “You are the freakiest” Alan says as he kisses me. I guide him to the industrial scale at the back of the room. I step on the scale and once again watch Alan’s eyes go wide as he reads off the number. “527lbs!” I catch my breath a few minutes later and as I walk around the gym looking for my exercise, Alan injects me with three more syringes and does the same to himself. I reach down and with one arm under his huge ass, lift his 485lb body off the ground with ease. We kiss for a few minutes before refocusing our attention one the mission at hand. “Next stop, 600lb.” Alan says as I approach the bench press loaded with 1400 pounds. “JUST THE BEGINNING.” I reply and lay down under the massive weight.
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  13. AND NOW... the FULL story and Conclusion to "The Muscle Factory" (64 pgs) Patreon sponsorship to help fund these stories is greatly appreciated! (Link in Signature)
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  14. A big thank you to @Trekka for training with me and helping me to work on getting better form. I appreciate your kindness and patience. You also provide a lot of motivation, because you’re huge already and only getting bigger. Thanks again! — EverHopeful
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  15. It was a long time coming, but I was finally able to afford that vacation. After some finagling and more than a few hopes and prayers, I got two weeks off for my trip to Mexico. Granted, I'd only be there for a week, but I decided to use the extra seven days as a buffer: three days before to prepare for the trip, and four days afterwards to unpack, do laundry, and prepare for the daily slog. When I woke up that first morning in my hotel room instead of a cramped apartment, I knew my vacation had officially begun. I changed into my blue swim-trunks, a T-shirt, and flip-flops and headed down for breakfast before heading to the beach. However, as soon as I open the door to my hotel, I'm greeted by what I initially thought to be an oddly-formed wall of stone. On second glance, I realize that this isn't a wall of stone, but of muscle. I feel a stirring in my groin as I look in shock as the largest, most muscular human male that I have ever seen. I quietly closed the door to my room so as to not disturb this scene. He had to be close to seven feet tall and at least 400 pounds of muscle or so. His shoulders were cannonballs carved like cantaloupes, set so wide that doors were a challenge. Between his shoulders and his taurine neck, a pair of thick traps swelled to resemble footballs, while a pair of inhumanly huge cannons for arms descended along his sides. The beast's massive back was to me, a platform of ridges and valleys that looked to be carved expertly from stone to resemble a manta ray. His wide back tapered down dramatically to a tight waist, making him look even more freaky. His legs, clad in only a pair of red shorts, were each as much around as his waist, if not more so, and he stood with a bearing that demanded respect, awe, and outright worship. I hadn't seen this beast's entire body, and my inner muscle-lover was already ready to worship him for the god of muscle that he was. "Holy shit, you're huge," I heard myself say, in spite of myself. I clapped my hands over my mouth, but too late. The beast turned around, expansive pecs coming into view. My God, he looked like a Greek god. Every muscle was etched to perfection and massive beyond human reason. His powerful chest and adamantine abs looked able to deflect bullets and bend steel bars with no effort at all. I stood there, likely slack-jawed at this god of strength and muscle, my cock rock-hard at the sight of this divine being. "Heh, thanks, little man," the god intoned, his resonant baritone rumbling through me like an earthquake. He bounced a pec absently, and I nearly moaned out loud. I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. "Oh, uh, um, I-I, uh... Sorry for staring, I..." I said, attempting to stammer out an apology. "It's alright, dude," he said, chuckling as he smiled at me. "I get that a lot." "As big as you are, I'm not surprised," I respond, finally recovering enough of my mental faculties to form a complete sentence. "Name's Matt, though everyone calls me Muscles," he said, holding out a hand. I shake his hand, or rather, I allow my hand to be momentarily swallowed by his massive, calloused paw. "I think I can guess as to why," I respond with snark. "Jason. So, 'everyone calls me Muscles,' what brings you to Mexico?" "Would you believe the ruins?" he asked. "Not really. The tour bus to the ruins left an hour ago, and there isn't another one until tomorrow." "Okay, I'm here to see someone about some roids. More specifically, a special formula that I was gonna pick up." "You're not worried about the side effects? Gynecomastia, bad acne, roid rages..." "Nah, I'm prepared to counteract those. Besides, this is a special formula. None of those side effects. Plus the results speak for themselves." At this he flexed a bicep, grunting as the mountain of muscle leaped into relief before my eyes. I refrained from licking his bicep and worshiping him right there. "Looks like you like what you see," he said, noticing my reverent staring at his guns. "I've, um, always been impressed by guys who can build their bodies that big," I said in response. "It's been kind of a goal of mine to get that muscular and built." "Sure, Jason," he said with a sideways smile. "You looked more like someone who would worship my muscles rather than build your own." All pretenses dropped, it seems. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "It's all I can do to keep from worshiping your godlike physique right here and now. I mean, you're built like a comic book super-hero and look just as super-strong. Part of me wants to worship your every muscle, and part of me wants to become as huge as you. Is that too weird?" "Not weird at all," he said. "Let's meet in the lobby at about five. I've got a surprise for you that you're gonna love." I emphatically nod, trying not to seem to eager to see what this god of muscle has in store for me. When he headed around the corner to the elevator, I couldn't get back in my room fast enough. Quickly running to the bathroom, I stripped down to my birthday suit and closed my eyes to imagine this god standing before me. The Matt in my imagination was standing before me in all his glory, flexing his inhumanly massive muscles for me, his fervent worshiper. I jerked to this conjured image of my muscle god, envisioning my hands across his powerful pecs, his cannonball shoulders, his godlike arms and abs, and his tree-trunk legs. It was all I could do to keep from shouting his name and proclaiming him to all within earshot as a god made flesh, beautiful and powerful and worthy of my most fervent kratolagniac praises. I bit my lip as I orgasmed, my cum arcing up to splatter across my lean torso, an alabaster tribute to Matt's powerful body.
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  16. Chapter 4: Gerald and the Giant As they drove home from their clothes shopping, Clyde and Matt were rather quiet, but Gerald entertained himself by dreaming of all the images of the Giant he'd seen recently: the largest security guard surveying the university campus like he would look down at children playing, a man lifting a fully grown woman as if she were air itself, and best of all, the enormous chest that awaited him as he dove out the window of his apartment building. And now he'd be living with his idol, and he'd see what happens in the private life of the Giant... Suddenly Gerald noticed the car had come to a halt, and Matt looked over to Clyde, who pulled out his phone, hurriedly hitting buttons. "It goes on for about two miles. There are three semi-trucks that overturned blocking the highway." Matt nodded and said, "I got this," and undid his seat belt in a haste. Confused, Gerald opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Matt opened his door and immediately stripped off his shirt, the sun beating down on his beautiful torso, and then, to Gerald's surprise, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and shimmied his wonderful butt and thighs out of them, revealing silver tights underneath. He opened the back seat door and smiled at Gerald as he tossed his clothes into the seat beside him, and slammed the door. He took a deep breath and immediately began to grow. His tights already had left very little room for imagination, but now as he grew, Gerald could practically hear the fibers of the tights struggling to stay together. At double the height of the SUV they were in, the Giant ceased his growth, and immediately but carefully so his ass didn't hit the car behind him he squatted down and the sound of metal shifting underneath them filled Gerald's ears. In the next moment, the SUV was lifted higher and higher - looking out the window, Gerald could see the Giant's immense shoulders were still wider than the car itself, and he was holding them with his arms fully stretched out above his head. They then began moving forward and over the other cars, the Giant maneuvering his great legs between cars and making his way to the shoulder lane. Cars moved as much as they could to accommodate him, and at the shoulder lane, he simply speed-walked, and gained a little bit more size as he did so now that he was away from other cars. It only took a minute for them to see the wreck above - it appeared that one semi had been trying to merge into the lane behind another, and it pushed its load into the lane over, causing yet another semi to hit it head-on and flip it. It was a mess. There were police and EMTs on the scene when the Giant arrived, and with his window rolled down, Gerald overheard, "Oh, thank goodness, Mr. Hahn. The drivers have been extracted, but could you possibly clear the scene?" He must have nodded, but he took a few steps beyond the semi-trucks and set the SUV down on the pavement carefully. He remained squatting and leaned his head down as much as he could to look in at Clyde. "Go on to your appointment, son, I'll have one of the officers take me home," he said, and then stood up, his shadow completely overtaking the SUV. Clyde got out and for a brief moment, Gerald compared Clyde's tiny form against his massive father's calf muscle. There was no comparison; the calf muscle was several times bigger than Clyde. Clyde got into the driver's seat and started the engine back up. He began driving, and Gerald again opened his mouth, but Clyde looked in the rearview mirror and said, "I'm sure you want to see this, but we'll have to be a good distance away. Like I said, Dad doesn't really like it when I'm around on his missions." Gerald nodded, and looking back, he saw the Giant getting into what looked like a black tent, his ass now bare in the moments they'd been driving. Clyde got about a mile away, but the Giant had stayed in sight the entire time. The tent was rising up, with the Giant's arms outstretched like he was doing jumping jacks underneath the fabric, and eventually his head poked out the hole above the fabric, and then his chest emerged, and he carefully positioned his arms to hold the still too-large fabric so that nobody could see his junk, and once the fabric cleared the top row of his abs, he shot up in growth and filled the fabric, which turned out to be his special shorts, until they were taut against his butt and waist. As the Giant turned to survey the scene below, Gerald read the red writing on the side of the shorts: 300. Oh my God, he's grown to 300 feet tall! The Giant simply bent over and grabbed a truck with both hands to steady it and carefully placed it in an empty parking lot beyond the trees lining the highway the cops had set up for him. He did the same in the next few seconds with the other two trucks, and squatted down. They heard him say, "I DON'T THINK YOU WANT ME TO SWEEP THE HIGHWAY, OFFICER. I'LL TEAR UP THE PAVEMENT." He stood back up and easily put his leg over to the empty parking lot with the trucks, and began to shrink, holding on to the fabric again. "Pretty cool, huh?" Clyde asked, putting the car into gear. If by 'cool' you mean 'so very hot' then yes, Gerald thought as they drove. Clyde had given Gerald the keys and sent him home, but he had to do his appointment with Dr. Wright. He sat in front of the therapist who had already done his initial question of "Tell me about yourself" and was now patiently waiting for what came next. "So, it says in your file that it is recommended you come to therapy to give you a confidential avenue to report your dad mistreating you," Dr. Wright began. Before Clyde could answer he went on: "I don't honestly believe he would physically harm you, at least not on purpose, I just want to make that clear. However, I do believe that being the son of the Giant has to have repercussions on your mental state. Tell me about your relationship with your dad." "Okay. Ahem, well, first I'd like to say that he and I get along very well, and I consider him my best friend. We're very honest with each other. He doesn't get into detail about what turns him on, but out of necessity, he told me when he thought I was old enough to know why once a week he'd have to run off - he has to masterbate at least that often, or he can't control his growth. And..." Clyde was beginning to turn red. "When I was thirteen, he caught me masterbating for the first time myself. To be honest, I wasn't really turned on by anyone at that time, I was just going through a phase of being intensely jealous of my dad. He'd told me the story of how he only had sex once in his life, and after he did it, he grew into the Giant. I wanted to know if the same could happen to me." Clyde hung his head, and his throat had caught through the last sentence. Dr. Wright asked, "When he caught you, did you tell him any of this?" Clyde nodded. "I think it's the first...well, we don't fight, so I'll say bump in the road, that we had. He wasn't mad or sickened at all that I was masterbating, and he cried when he tried to console me, trying to tell me he didn't ask for what happened to him, and if he could, he would give me his power." Clyde went on, tears forming in his eyes. "I think it was hormones, but despite him saying all this, I was still so angry. I yelled at him, telling him that it was unfair that he had it so easy, and I was picked on by bullies constantly at school, more so BECAUSE he was the Giant, and I was his speck of a son. My anger got the best of me, and I threw a punch at his chest...that's the first time we realized that his muscles were so hardened they were essentially like bricks. I shattered the bones in my hand, and he rushed me to the hospital. When the doctors were done repairing my hand, I could see my dad had been crying the whole time in the waiting room, and on the way home he begged me to tell him how to make it right between us. I..." Clyde's eyes couldn't contain his tears any longer. "I didn't know. All I could say was that I loved him, and it was just something I'd have to live with." "How have you dealt with it since?" Clyde wiped his tears and coughed. "It still took me a long time to not be jealous. Especially when I went into high school, every boy was so much bigger than me, and I was the weakling that couldn't even bench the bar in gym class. Through high school, I saw these boys become young adult men with larger and larger muscles, and I was just the tiny son of a muscular giant." "What turned it all around was a series of events. I came home one day to my dad looking at old photos, and I saw that I resembled him when he was in high school - even the smallest shirt was a tent on him, and Mom was taller than him in their homecoming photo. It made me realize this tiny guy was still inside this hulking man. The week after that, my dad accidentally took a chunk out of an old office building when he misjudged his size after growing, and I realized being big had its faults too. And then he did one of his most famous rescue missions, the one where he flew to Florida and grew so large that his back was big enough to stop a hurricane's deadly winds long enough for cities to evacuate, and I kinda put it all together - that tiny guy in the photo was just doing what he could with what he was given." Dr. Wright smiled and was about to speak when Clyde quickly inserted, "But sometimes, like last week, he doesn't help my inferiority complex. I was walking home with a girl and as we approached, he grew to about four times the size of our house, and picked it up in his arms. When we got there, he looked down and casually waved at the girl beside me, cradling a whole house next to his giant muscles. He set it down facing the other way, telling me he thought the house would look better facing that way, and posed for my friend, showing off his titanic muscles. We went inside as he shrank, and I could tell that even if I could get with this girl, the image of my perfect father would not escape her head." The therapist laughed. "I am sorry, I can't relate to that, but your description was amusing." Clyde nodded, and the therapist said the time was up, but they'd finish this another time. Secretly, Clyde really hoped they would. Matt woke with a start at his phone alarm, and as with every morning, he had to remind himself not to move too quickly, or he'll smash his phone to pieces trying to turn off the alarm. He did so carefully and turned on a light, sitting up in bed. He rubbed his face and looked at the time: 03:00 AM. He mumbled and stood up, wearing only boxer briefs, and shuffled to his bathroom. Turning on the light, he examined himself in the mirror. It wasn't a practice he usually did, but today he felt self-conscious, as he would be appearing on the news's early show in an hour or two. Yeah, still muscular as fuck, he thought to himself, feeling his hand down his bicep smoothly, and debated getting rid of the week's worth of hair that had grown all over, but decided that he liked the scruff he'd formed on his chin and didn't think anyone would care about the light coat of hair on his body. He looked down at his chest in a sort of sadness, flexing it quickly to remind himself it was still there, and he brushed his teeth, his thoughts full of woe for some reason. Spitting out the excess toothpaste, he stared at himself at the mirror, frowned, and looked down at he stepped toward the shower. He felt today would be a hard day. In the shower he also paid more attention to his penis than he normally would. Before his growth spurt, he felt it had been normal, perhaps a little abnormal, at 4 inches, and he didn't know what to do with this python he had now. He hefted the flaccid member and let it drop a couple times, slapping his thigh, and wondered if Erika would have cared what size it was. No, he thought. I have to make it through this interview without getting emotional. When he'd dried off, he strode to his closet and looked around. Perhaps it was hubris, but Matt thought he knew for sure they'd want him to flex for the camera, and possibly even grow. He selected a polo shirt and jeans on top of his super stretchy pants because it seemed professional enough for a local news morning show. He pulled the tights on with difficulty as always, and wondered how they were so tight but could allow him to get so big at the same time. He smiled when his hand touched his ass, remembering a fond memory. Matt walked into their small one-bedroom apartment laden with groceries and set them down on the counter before strutting up to Erika in the living room, who was sitting in a chair rubbing the bump on her stomach and watching tv. He got between her and the tv, forcing her to look up at him, and he smiled down at her, bounced his monstrous pecs a couple times, knowing she loved it, and did a quarter-turn to stick out his ass. "Isn't this just the most WONDERFUL ass you've ever seen?" he said, admiring how his jeans showed off the perfect curvature of his tight butt. "These jeans just hug every inch of its wonderful roundness." Erika reached for some popcorn next to her and said, "Yeah, honey, that's great. Your butt's in my way." Matt's smiled faded and he walked slowly back to the groceries, but as he entered the kitchen two arms embraced him from the back and reached up his shirt to feel his abs. She let him turn around and he smiled, and she said, "One day you'll have this under control, and I can admire your ass like it should be admired. I don't think the baby would like it if we were bucking anyway." She had long since learned trying to wrap her hands around his shoulders would end in her dangling her feet off the ground, and his chest and lats were so large her hands barely made it to his back, so she went for her standard under-his-chest hug, and he simply patted her. Matt smiled truly and went downstairs. In the kitchen, Gerald leapt up from eating cereal as soon as Matt walked in. "At ease, soldier," Matt joked, motioning to sit down with his hands. Gerald sat back down and said, "I got up early to see if I could go with you to the morning show?" Matt began making coffee and shrugged. "I don't see why not. Wish you could take my place, to be honest." If only, Gerald thought, taking in Matt's wide back as he prepared his coffee. Gerald was driving Matt away from the studio, as he was overcome with embarrassment from the show. First they'd introduced him and the male co-host flexed a bicep that was fine for any average man, but compared to Matt's, his arm looked like an angel hair noodle. They asked him questions about working out and nutrition, and he had to truthfully say that he didn't ever touch iron and he ate like a college student - a lot of fast food, too, since he was away on missions so much. There was a part right after that when he ran his fingers through his hair and hit his face with his bicep, and he was sure everyone saw... Oh, and when they let people call in...that was so much worse. This girl Tracy was trying to ask about his dating life, and sounded hopeful that she could score the strongest man in the world, but he shot her down by telling her Clyde was all he needed. And then a man with some bodybuilding show called, said they were always wondering why he never competed...he was SURE he sounded arrogant when he said it wouldn't be fair, given his poor diet and exercise for him to compete because he'd still win every competition every time. Well, he thought. I don't have a roid gut, and my muscles ARE bigger than all of theirs', even at this size. And then the ending...oh goodness, the ending. They brought him back on, and he tore his polo shirt trying to get it off quickly, and he grew to the ceiling of the studio. Thankfully the stretchy pants held, but he raised his arms for a double biceps pose and knocked out some lights and camera equipment. He buried his face in his big hand thinking about the shame, but Gerald reached over and patted him on the back, rubbing his traps to comfort him. "Hey, it wasn't bad," he said. "Plus, you've got a second chance in a couple of weeks! The Giant Festival!" Matt rolled his eyes. The reporters had thrown out an idea for a Giant Festival, to honor Matt's accomplishments and told him the idea was endorsed by the mayor. He reluctantly agreed. Seeing Matt was stiil not happy, Gerald changed tactics. "Clyde and I are planning on going to the gym later, if you want to join. Maybe it'll cheer you up to see us flailing?" Matt looked at Gerald and smiled. "Sure." The three of them parked in front of the university gym and got out dressed in workout attire. Walking up to the front door, Clyde and Gerald were talking about doing just the main lifts for today, but Matt was dreading the whole experience. And for good reason. The moment they walked in, the gym seemed to hush as people all around the room noticed not only the biggest guy in the gym had walked in, but also the biggest guy ever. Matt blushed and hurried the other two over to an empty bench. They left weight off for Clyde to just bench the bar, and Matt got behind to spot. Clyde looked up at his huge dad from the bench, imagining he had a chest that wondrous, and picked up the bar to get started. As he did a few reps, Gerald corrected his form and told him to pace himself, but after 10 reps he was fatigued and Matt quickly took the bar and racked it for him. He carefully patted his son on the back as Gerald loaded up some weight for himself. Gerald also did 10 reps, with better form, and was going for another when he realized the bar was not going to come back up. Oh no, Matt's going to think I'm weak as shit, he thought, hoping it would fuel him, but the bar didn't budge. Matt caught it and easily raised the bar back up, racking it, and Gerald flushed red. "Good set, Gerald," he said encouragingly. "Your turn," Gerald said huffing. Matt snorted. "Alright, let me put this to rest right now. Load up the bar with all the 45s you can." Gerald excitedly did so, leaving only enough room to put the clips on the ends. Matt got to the other side of the bench and straddled it, looking straight at Gerald. "This is why I don't need to go to the gym," he said, and grabbed the bar with his left hand, raising it off the rack like it was just a broomstick. He had perfect balance, not letting either side droop, and he curled the bar as far as it would go, his forearm and enormous bicep preventing a great range of motion, but he did this a few times, and even as doing so, used his other hand to feign yawning. He then raised the bar up above his head, still with only one hand, and acted like he was doing his first morning stretch, fully extending both arms and keeping the bar tight in his hand, but the weight seemed negligible. He lowered it back to the rack easily, the weight offering a clank against metal, and Matt looked at Gerald asking, "Satisfied?" You don't even know, thought Gerald, but he said, "I guess so." Clyde and Gerald continued benching, and went on to squatting and then deadlifting, all with Matt there to offer a spot when needed. Some other guys and gals also drummed up the courage to ask Matt to spot, and he happily did so, although he did notice one of the guys he spotted for was sporting a boner that few as he benched and looked up at Matt, and it made him a little uncomfortable. In the locker room, Matt waited on the bench, not a drop of sweat dripping from him, as Gerald and Clyde showered. Gerald came out first, with a towel around his waist, and Matt turned to give him privacy, but a few seconds later, Gerald said, "Want to pose with me? I do like, once a week, to check on progress." "I've seen some bodybuilders do some posing, but I'm not familiar enough with it," he replied. "Ah, come on, I'll show you," Gerald said, tugging on Matt's shoulder. Matt turned and saw Gerald was only sporting boxer briefs. He did have a six pack, and he was well-defined everywhere. Not bad, kid, thought Matt, and he grumbled as he stood up. "Take off your shirt, you'll see yourself better," Gerald commanded, and as Matt reached up to do so, Gerald bit his lip, and got out his phone. It was a perfect excuse to get this on video, after all. Now barechested, Gerald was hit with the realization of just how small he was standing next to the Giant, but controlled his hormones as he faced the big mirror on the wall. "Okay, if you'll hold my phone and tape this, I'll show you a few," he said and handed off his phone. Matt dutifully watched as Gerald instructed Matt on a proper double biceps pose, his little lumps of arms obviously straining to make lumps. He transitioned into a front lat spread, side chest, most muscular, and finally a back lat spread. He knew he was hilariously too little to be doing this, but if it was how he was going to see Matt pose... Clyde came out of the shower and dressed, and offered to take up the phone as they both did their posing. Gerald sweat bullets containing his horniness at seeing the muscular man beside him trying to copy his movements, and he even took liberties to touch Matt to "adjust his posture" which was actually fine, but he was able to feel his triceps as he pushed Matt's arms up in a double biceps pose, rubbed his abs as his hands went behind his head to show Matt a vacuum, caressed his lats as he spread them wider and wider, and even took both hands on either side of Matt's enormous pectorals to scrunch them together, showing him how to puff out his chest properly as he struggled to fold his arms across his chest: he simply had so much muscle going on, his pecs pushing his forearms out and his biceps preventing his hands from locking in, he had to settle with just doing a most muscular for Gerald instead. They went home and went to do individual activities, and Gerald had to stuff his mouth with a sock as he stroked himself and came.
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  17. I'm not sure if any of this is what you guys are looking for. After reading it again, it seemed wordy, so I'd appreciate the feedback. Thanks. Chapter 3: "Gerald's Plan" Gerald woke with a start, feeling a rumble. He was still in a back room in the library where he'd been working on his project, and when he pulled open the door to the main room, he saw his was the only light on - it was nighttime, and some lazy librarian hadn't bothered to see if anyone was still in that room. He rushed down two flights of stairs and to the front of the library, and found himself locked in. The same rumble that had woke him came again, and he saw a street light come on to reveal a very large bare foot about fifty yards away leading up an even larger leg, and soon the other shoe fell, causing another rumble. The Giant was here! This was perfect - it was a reasonable excuse to meet the Giant again. Gerald quickly went back up the stairs to the third floor, huffing, and then found the stairwell to the roof. It set off an alarm, but that didn't matter much - he needed the Giant to notice him anyway. And when he got onto the roof, he could already see the Giant walking quickly back to the library, carefully placing his steps on the expansive lawn. Gerald guessed he was a hundred feet tall here, based on all of the drawings and photos he'd seen, and he was wearing a black shirt with a gold badge embroidered on his chest and the tight jeans Gerald recognized from the Giant's "smaller" appearances. The Giant slowed his gait, approaching the building, and looking down he saw Gerald on the roof. With a puzzled expression, he squatted down, being twice as tall as the three-story building, and looked at Gerald, who was waving as if to a rescue helicopter. "Hello, Mr. Hahn sir," he said, thanking his lucky stars his jeans were sufficiently hiding his hard on. "I fell asleep in the library, and when I woke up, everyone had gone and I was locked in. I heard you out here, so I thought I'd ask for your help." The Giant nodded sympathetically. He did his best to whisper, tilting his chin away from Gerald so as not to blow him over: "I'll get you out of there. Just let me go get the keys." He began to stand up, but Gerald cried out, "No!" The Giant stopped, and looked back down, half-squatting. Gerald cleared his throat, hoping what he would say next would be convincing and breezy. "I mean, couldn't I just climb up on your hand and you can set me down?" The Giant's expression didn't reflect any change of emotion, he simply said, "I need to shut off the alarm anyway. I'll be right back. I'll meet you at the entrance of the library." He stood all the way up, and quickly but carefully strode over to the other side of campus. Gerald, crestfallen for not being in the Giant's grasp again, took his consolation prize of watching the biggest and finest male ass in tight jeans pop left and right as he strode away, and admired how the gold word SECURITY strained across his monstrous back. He saw when the Giant shrank down, and presumably went inside the main building for the keys, and calculated that he would have just enough time to watch the Giant grow again and take in a mental picture of his lovely pecs before he had to run downstairs to meet him, and he did just that. He did his best to catch his breath as the Giant came up to the glass doors, now in his tiniest form of a six-foot four Mr Olympia and sporting the same kind of shirt and jeans he'd been wearing before, but obviously smaller versions, as his clothes didn't grow and shrink with him. He unlocked the door, nodded slightly down to Gerald, and strode over to behind the check out counter where the alarm panel was blaring. He fumbled with a few numbers and it finally shut off. Turning around, he said, "I called the police when I went to get the keys," and Gerald's heart raced. "Just to let them know I knew what the alarm was about, and they didn't have to bother coming. If it was any other security guard, I'm sure they'd have come anyway, but I have a special way with law enforcement," he grinned, proud of himself and Gerald chuckled, making sure to not stare below the strong chin as he so wanted to do. "Thanks for rescuing me," he said, immediately regretting it. It sounded over-the-top, and the Giant would surely catch on that Gerald had a crush. However, all Matt said in reply was, "No problem," and he ushered Gerald out, locking the door behind them. "I'll escort you to your car," he said, extending his thick arm out for Gerald to lead the way. They started walking, and after a half a minute of silence, Gerald could see this opportunity to be with his idol fadiing, so he said, "I didn't know you did security here." "Oh, uh, yeah, I told the school I'd do that and a few other projects for them." "I mean, I know you're a really nice guy, but why would you do that for them?" Looking over, Gerald noted discomfort in Matt's face, knowing he was avoiding it. "Oh, sorry, you don't need to tell me --" "--No, it's okay, it's stupid that I thought I could hide it," he said, sighing. "I applied to come to school here, and they instantly gave me a full ride scholarship. I felt bad, so I asked if there was any way I could pay them back. They said doing security would be most helpful, since not many students applied to do it this semester and not many wanted to do it overnight, either. So I'm the only one on all of campus - they let me grow so I can quickly get around, and basically see the whole school at once." So what you're saying is that I can get another opportunity like this, Gerald thought maniacally. "That's very nice of you. You're a good man." Matt harrumphed. "I try to be, anyway." They got to Gerald's car, and Gerald still didn't want his time with the Giant to end so he was searching for an excuse to speak up, but luckily Matt did first: "Let me tell Clyde myself, will you? We've always been honest with each other, but I felt like he might feel smothered or something if he knew I was also going to school here." Gerald nodded, and Matt continued, "And since we're schoolmates, why not get coffee or lunch sometime?" Gerald's eyes widened, as if all of his dreams had come true, but he had to reel it in, knowing this was not an actual romantic invitation. But he'd take a bro date over nothing. All of this he hid behind a sly, "That would be cool". Matt grinned, and bode him good night, walking away, which Gerald watched again with the same wonder. He thought about waiting to see the Giant shirtless for those few moments, but it would take him a few minutes to get back to those big clothes, and he'd be suspicious of Gerald having waited for a few minutes. Unless he argued he was just looking at his phone? Yeah, that could work...The voice of reason took over when he yawned. He did have an early class, and a potential bro date later. Fine, time to go. Besides, in the short walk, he'd devised a clever plan. Police sirens were blaring, and the ground was rumbling, so the city knew the Giant was active. A short way away from the university, an apartment complex was filling with more and more flames. The police had set up a perimeter for firemen to handle the situation, but there really was a lot of fire. The rumbling became more intense and quicker, and the chief of police turned around to see the Giant rounding the corner, dressed in only black shorts and only about a hundred feet tall. He stopped a few yards away from the chief - even knowing his kindred spirit, this was a man whose finger contained more power than his police force, so he couldn't help but cringe, especially when he squatted down low. "How can I help?" he asked with a serious expression. "We heard you were coming, Mr. Hahn," said the chief. "There's quite a few residents to evacuate still - could you step over and get the top floors and work your way down?" The Giant nodded and stood up, and as he planted a foot over the caution tape, the chief looked up, seeing a dick bigger than his body struggling to stay within the confines of those tiny black shorts, and as the Giant stood next to the apartment building, his back so massively muscular it blocked out the view, he thought he should maybe start going to the gym again. Matt's pec shelf was level with the building's roof, where he saw a few residents crying for help. He gave them a sympathetic smile and offered them his palm. "Climb on, I won't hurt you." They decided that fire was a bigger threat than a smiling giant muscle man, so all four of them got on, and Matt slowly lowered them to the ambulance below, where EMTs rushed to their aid. He carefully peered inside the top floor, but there were too many flames to see anyone. "Brace yourselves, tenants! I'm going to try blowing it out!" As if he were blowing out the candles to a birthday cake, he heaved a medium breath, knowing a larger one might actually send residents flying, and blew. Inside, he instantly blew out the flames in one window, and proceeded to a few others, where it was just as effective. He blew out all of them in the top floor before peering back inside, but now smoke was everywhere. "I can't see anyone, but it should be safe to get to the window now!" he said, holding out both palms. Several residents appeared at the windows, and he took all of them, about fifteen in number, out and onto the ground. As he stood back up to face the building, he heard, "Wait for me!" and a young man leapt out of the window, flinging himself directly into Matt's left pectoral. He bounced off a little, but slid down to the bottom of his pectoral where Matt cupped his hand to catch the man. He felt the man in his palm, but to check if he was alright, he swung his hand out and over his chest to his eyes. He recognized him: it was Gerald. "That was gutsy," Matt said, smirking. "Thank you, Mr. Hahn," Gerald said, coughing. Matt chuckled. "No problem. And for the last time, just call me Matt." He lowered Gerald to the ground with the rest. The Giant turned back to continue his rescue efforts, floor by floor, evacuating more and more residents, and as the EMTs worked on Gerald, cupping his mouth with an oxygen mask, he never took his eyes off the Giant. He was able to admire him all the more now: every muscle that bulged from his body was REAL. He had just been on top of the Giant's pec, if even for a brief moment, and that was his deepest fantasy. The EMT reported that Gerald's vital signs were spiking, and he tried waving them off, telling them he was fine, but they pressed him down to work on him. About twenty minutes later, the whole building was fully evacuated and the fire was out. Gerald overheard the chief of police, a fireman, and the Giant, presumably having shrunk down, chatting nearby. Absolutely no casualties, including pets, minor injuries, and it seems the fire was caused by a meth lab explosion. Now that they had the situation handled, the Giant asked if he could see his friend Gerald, and an EMT called him over. "We're checking for a concussion or any broken bones when he jumped onto you," the EMT said, "but other than running a temperature, he's fine. He should have cooled down now that he's out of the fire, though..." The Giant thanked him and walked over, looking down at Gerald that was lying down on a stretcher outside an ambulance, being monitored by the EMT. God, his muscles are hardly contained in that tiny fireman's t-shirt, Gerald thought, trying to look like he was trying to see the Giant's face but really staring at the biceps that had already torn the sleeves a little to accomodate his size. And it's got to be the biggest shirt they got, too... "How are you doing, Gerald?" he asked, concerned. "Just fine...Matt. What about you? You were actually fighting the fire..." Matt chuckled. "A part of being supherhuman is invulnerability. I learned a while ago that while flames hurt, they can't actually damage me, nor can smoke, really." Gerald blew out a soft "Wow," and said, "Well, thanks for saving me from the roof of a building again. That's twice in three days." Matt smiled and nodded. "What a troublemaker. Well, when they say that you're medically good to go, would you like to come have coffee with me? It's early in the morning, and the Giant gets cranky when he doesn't have caffeine." His vital signs spiked again, beeping and alerting Matt and the EMTs, but he quickly got it under control as EMTs pushed Matt away. "That'll be great! I'll only be a few more minutes!" Clyde had gotten an early-morning text saying his dad was on his way to save people from a burning building, and they should meet for breakfast if he was awake. Walking down the street, he saw a big hulk of a man in a fireman's blue shirt taking up every inch of a tiny cafe outdoor chair, sitting in front of his friend, Gerald, and they were laughing and sipping coffee. "Sure, the government pays for it anyway," Matt said, shrugging. Gerald beamed, and looked up at Clyde, who was a little puzzled standing between them. "Oh, hey, son," his dad said with his classic goofy grin. "You know who was in that fire this morning? Gerald! I was just telling him we have another room, if he wants to stay with us until he finds another place." Clyde nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay. No, that's great! We can be roomies, like you asked me to be weeks ago before you knew who I was." He grinned at Gerald, and Gerald hoped his own smile didn't reveal anything sinister. Clyde walked away to order some coffee himself, and he asked, "Did you tell Clyde you're going to college again?" Matt sat back and rubbed his face, giving Gerald an opportunity to ogle at his magnificent chest that he'd just been on an hour ago. What a beauty. "No, I don't know how to tell him. I thought maybe he chose this college to get away from me, but then I came wiith him, and he may perceive this as smothering." Gerald nodded, sipping more. "Secret is safe with me." Clyde walked back and took a chair between them. "I can't imagine you had any stuff saved from the fire," Clyde said, "so why don't we go get you some clothes and some basic necessities?" "Well, I'm a college student, so I can't go too crazy," he said, looking away. "Eh, like I said, the government pays for me," Matt piped up. "So if I go with you, I can put it on the government card. I save them tons of money anyway." Gerald beamed and thanked him, and the three of them casually took a sip, but Gerald took notice that Matt's eyes suddenly dilated and were fixed: Clyde turned to see something behind Gerald, and Gerald inconspicuously did the same. A beautiful woman with large breasts was sauntering down the sidewalk toward them, and Gerald turned back around, quickly rationalizing to himself if they asked why he wasn't staring at the woman, he'd say he didn't want to draw attention. Clyde turned red and turned to face the cafe nonchalantly, but Matt's face was getting redder and redder, even as the woman walked by, not noticing the men staring. The tears on his biceps were increasing in length, and rips formed around his neck at the top of his chest and at his traps. He set his coffee down and leaned in to Clyde, whispering, "I've got to go." Clyde nodded calmly, and his dad quickly got up from his chair, revealing to Gerald what the problem might be: in his jeans, a squirrel seemed to be loose. He quickly turned and literally leapt into the air, using his powerful hamstrings, to jump over the street of cars passing by, and continued to run out of sight. Gerald turned to Clyde. "What was that all about?" "You know how you heard my dad had to masterbate every now and then? It's true - every week he has to go down to the bunker underneath the Closet, because when he gets...excited...he can't control his growth." His experiences today had him more than primed to have his own masterbation session later, and a pretty great one, but that made him hard. "Wow. Okay. We should finish up and wait for him at your place. How long does he usually take?" Clyde shrugged. "That was a hot woman, so I imagine not long today." Gerald told Clyde he needed a shower, which was true - he had ashes everywhere and smelled of smoke, but he jerked off and had a marvelous ten minutes in the shower, hoping his heavy breathing couldn't be heard. He got out and dressed in some of the Giant's tiniest clothes that were still tents on him (Clyde was a foot shorter, so his would not work), and walking downstairs, he saw the door open just in time. Matt was again only in shorts, and was double the size of the doorway. He laid down on his side and inched himself inside, first one big arm, then sliding some chest in, then carefully maneuvering his big shoulder down through the door, and pushed himself in with his feet, only slightly getting stuck when his great ass hit the doorframe. Now inside, Gerald could not close his mouth in awe as the Giant stood up to about twelve feet tall, full of sweat and panting. His chest rose up and down, up and down, and he tried but failed to wipe his great forearm across his face, but it looked like he'd just gotten out of a pool. Clyde strode up with a very large towel and produced it to his dad, who breathed a thank you, and began wiping himself off. Clyde leaned in to Gerald, "Sorry about this. It takes a while for Dad to decompress after masterbating." Suddenly Gerald needed another shower. Matt looked down at them and smiled apologetically. "Have a seat, boys. I'm coming down from it, and we can leave in about an hour after I shower." They proceeded into the living room, and Gerald looked at the Giant with what he hoped was concern and not lust. "Sorry, we don't really have guests, except for when Clyde's grandparents visit," Matt said, standing and continuing to wipe himself down. "I hope you don't mind, but I tend to basically just wear this around the house - my muscles feel uncomfortably tight against clothes, and always seem to want to grow out of them." "No worries, Matt. If I was as big as you, I'd be shirtless all the time too." Matt laughed. "Are you into fitness? I've never touched a weight in my life - I know, surprise! - but Clyde wanted to start liftiing and asked me to be his partner. I, uh, tried, and when I spotted him, I ended up just bearing all the load so he didn't accomplish anything. And I tried loading up the bench press with all the weight I could find, added resistance bands and had Clyde and another guy sit on the bar, but it was still too light. Guess these are strong enough, huh?" And with that, Gerald could have died happy as Matt raised his arm and flexed his bicep, turning his wrist in, and then out, as if walking like an Egyptian. It was well bigger than any watermelon. "I'll go, sure, but you should still come...I'm pretty weak myself, and we might need a spotter," Gerald said hopefully. "Just try lifting it up when our faces turn purple." About an hour later, Matt had calmed down and shrunk back to his original size, and they were at a clothing store. As Gerald shopped, Matt did as well, as he tended to need to hulk out of clothes unexpectedly a lot. He stepped out of the dressing room, and Gerald dropped all of the things he was about to walk in the dressing room with to marvel at Matt. He literally had to walk penguin-style because the shirt he was trying on was a thin fabric, and it looked like if he breathed the whole thing would burst apart like a balloon. It featured every striation in his pecs, stretching out the words, "If you can read this, you're standing too close", his arms were held out revealing lats that Gerald could see were in fact splitting the t-shirt at the seams but Matt didn't seem to notice, and his every abdominal muscle protruded proudly around his tight torso. "I think it's too small," Gerald giggled, and Matt nodded. "Why do they say it's 3XL when they clearly don't mean it?" As he turned around, his arms held out banged against the doorframe, and Gerald admired the great wall of white fabric showing a beautiful wall of back taking up the doorway. They paid for their purchases, and walking outside, they heard a woman shriek. Matt instantly dropped his bags and got in a stance as he searched for the woman in trouble. Fortunately, she was running to him, but had a smile on her face. "Mr. Hahn!" she squealed. "It is so good to see you. I am Rebecca White, morning newscaster on local channel 4, how are you this morning?" She extended a hand, and Matt's face fell, but he maintained a polite smile, enveloping her hand with his and gently shaking it. "I'm, uh, fine, how about you?" he said nervously, knowing what was coming. "I'm grateful to run into you, that's for sure! We reported your act of heroism this morning with the burning building on our morning show, and my boss wanted me to get in contact with you to see if you'd appear on our show tomorrow morning?" Matt sighed, and he nodded. "I meant to do a broadcast to kind of introduce myself to the city anyway. What time should I be there?" "Our morning show unfortunately records rather early - could you be there around 4 am?" He nodded again and she squeaked. "Thank you so much, Mr. Hahn. And can I ask a personal favor? I'm a huge fan of yours, so can I take a picture with you?" He said yes, and she quickly got out her phone and shoved it at Gerald, getting next to Matt. She was a little taller than Clyde herself, and about his size, so she looked comically childlike and tiny next to such a big bodybuilder. He wrapped his arm around her neck gently, and flexed his other arm's bicep - yep, definitely bigger than her head. Gerald could feel jealousy overtaking him, and he thought for a moment to pretend to take the picture, but he did it anyway. As he said he was done, the reporter turned to Matt and asked, "If it's not too much trouble, could you also maybe lift me up on your shoulder?" Wow, this hussy is brave, Gerald thought. Matt always was a crowd pleaser though, so he knelt on the ground, indicating his massive back and muscled shoulders to the woman, and she hopped on his shoulder like a parrot as he stood up. Her legs dangled out in front of his protruding pecs, and Gerald wondered if his big bicep felt good under her butt. They smiled, Gerald took the picture, and she dismounted. "Thank you thank you thank you," she kept repeating, wrenching her phone away from Gerald. "I'll call you later to confirm! I hope you have a great day!" And she ran back to her car in heels, almost leaping for joy. Matt turned back to his son and Gerald and said, "Ugh. Reporters." Gerald took Matt's bags for him, so he could load them into the trunk as Matt sidled his bulk into the driver's seat. His pecs are too big to grip the steering wheel straight, he noted as he got in the car. On the way home, he allowed himself to have an erection as he solidified the images of manliness he'd just witnessed in his mind.
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  18. I finally found the route I wanted to take with this story, but this part is slow, so be patient. I hope you enjoy anyway. Chapter 2: "Origins" A man in his forties with a greying beard and wide glasses stepped out into the waiting room, and only had to glance around for a moment to find his next patient. "Mr. Hahn?" he called, looking directly at the man barely fitting the chair reading a magazine, and he noted that the man's bicep was larger than the girl's head two seats down from him. The man looked up and casually tossed the magazine back into the pile on the coffee table, then wiggled out of the chair, standing up. He was at least a foot taller than anyone in the room, wearing a polo shirt with buttons open due to his profound chest. He walked over to the therapist and extended his powerful arm, which the therapist professionally shook. "Come right in, and have a seat," the therapist said, and he closed the door as Matt did so, making the couch creak. Taking a seat himself, he began. "My name is Dr. Wright. What brings you in today, Mr. Hahn?" "You can call me Matt," the big man said politely, and the therapist was soothed by his friendly disposition. "My son and I are mandated to have monthly therapist sessions, separately - him, so that they can indicate if I'd been harming him, and me for warning signs of violent behavior." The therapist nodded. "Oh, yes, I read that in your file. So this is a preliminary session, as you just moved here with your son. I'd like to take some time to get to know you, if that's alright?" Matt shrugged, nodding. "Okay. I have read and seen much of your work, and may I say, I am a fan, but it helps me to help you if you tell me about yourself in your own words." Matt adjusted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "Um, so I guess you know a lot about me and my history - the media doesn't seem to cover much else." "What I know is sitting in front of me is a man who can grow to giant size," Dr. Wright said, staring directly at Matt's eyes. "And your acts of heroism tell me much about you, but I must ignore all of that to an extent so that I can understand your mind better. Why don't you start with how all of this began?" Matt nodded. "That seems like a good place." He began reciting the story that he'd told so often before. On my eighteenth birthday, I looked like I might be turning eleven at best. My family is on the shorter end of the spectrum, and I was no different. People would ask all the time if legally I was a dwarf. At five foot even, and struggling to stay at a hundred pounds, I didn't quite meet the criteria, however for a man now legally of age, I wasn't much to look at. But it didn't matter to my best friend since kindergarden: Erika. When we were sixteen, we'd decided that friendship wasn't enough anymore, and we started dating. Our dating was mellow compared to the other kids who were getting pregnant and having parties - we got to first and second base, sure, but we enjoyed each others' company so much that hanging out was all we needed. Back to my eighteenth birthday, Erika knew as a teenage boy, although I was patient and respectful, I would want to have relations with her sometime soon, so she set up a day full of fun, culminating in a night we thought would be fun. We went paintballing with our friends, went out to eat, and eventually made our way back to her place, as her parents were working late that night and her brother was probably off getting high. Up in her bedroom, she closed her door and locked it, looking at me romantically, and I knew what she expected. She underlined it by saying, "Shirt off, pants off" - she always had the best sense of humor. I did so, revealing something resembling a white picket fence - pasty white skin with not an ounce of fat anywhere, my ribs clearly visible. She tried to take off her blouse seductively but failed, getting caught, and after I helped her with it, struggling because she had several inches on me, our laughter kind of ruined the mood for a while. We laid in her bed as we'd done many time before, but this time we were naked under the covers, not sure of how to proceed. I initiated it - I kissed her, got on top of her, and suddenly it was natural. We broke out a condom when we knew it was going to go all the way, and because I was unlike other teenage boys and had never masterbated, when we finished, I felt my first surge of bliss as I rolled over next to her, and we panted. We kissed a little more, reaffirming our dedication to one another, and she got up to use the bathroom. I laid there, feeling happier than I ever had, and I thought what I was feeling was normal, like I was ascending to the heavens. With my eyes closed, taking in the experience, I didn't know why she shrieked when she walked back in. I opened my eyes, a little confused, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw bulges in my body I'd never seen before: my chest and my outstretched arm had both, in the few minutes Erika was away, gained significant muscle mass. Not just toned, but BIG. I sat up, and noticed that my whole body was now taking up her entire queen size bed, and I was still growing. I clasped my chest, feeling it up to see if this was real, and in fact, my hand was met with such a volume of muscle mass that I could feel expanding bigger, as if I were taking a deep breath, but I was actually hyperventilating at the terror of what was happening. I looked back at Erika, who was frozen in place, and I remember thinking, "It's because of me that she's frightened. I have to leave." I stood up, and by now I'd grown so big that my head touched the ceiling, and although I was nude, I turned to leave her door, kneeling to get out. My back was now several times wider than the door frame, so I had to turn sideways and shrimp my way out of her door, except now my chest had grown so large that it, too, was getting caught on the door frame, and I tried inching out without destroying the door (which I did), but I was stuck. Suddenly, with my head in her hallway and my torso sideways and stuck in her bedroom doorframe, I heard intense laughter from inside. I thought Erika must be hysterical, and it was my fault, but she patted my calf (my foot now on her room's other wall, so my legs were taking up most of the room), and fought to contain herself. "You look ridiculous. I'm guessing from the look on your face, you had no idea this would happen either," she said calmly, but still fighting giggles. "No, I swear!" I said, still panicking. I felt the doorframe cracking as I was still slowly growing. "Did you notice that you grew faster when you stood up and started hurrying out of the room? Matt, you need to calm down, and maybe this will slow down, or even stop." With that, she was right behind me at the doorway, caressing my massive back. Suddenly all the world stopped, and with a deep breath that caused my chest to make rather sizeable cracks in the doorframe and walls surrounding, my growth ceased, and then I began shrinking. My chest, now wiith the door not pressing into it, felt tender and I began rubbing it when I shrank enough to pull a hand free. I shrank down to the size you see before you, which is the smallest I've been since this incident occurred, and Erika straddled me, both of us still fully nude. "There, you see? Chillax, man." She smiled, and for the first time in what seemed like hours, so did I, looking at her over my expansive chest as I laid there. Always a logical person, she then said, "If you're done destroying my house, I think next we need to get you some clothes. And..." She looked at the walls surrounding the door, seeing cracks everywhere. "...maybe a quick trip to the hardware store before my parents get home might not be a bad idea." She got off me, quickly threw on some clothes as I sat there awkwardly watching, and then rubbed my head momentarily as she crossed out of her room, telling me to wait. She returned a minute later with some sweat pants. Her brother's. I looked them over, and looked down at my new legs. Her brother was very tall indeed, her whole family was, but he was a beanpole, as I had been moments ago. She snapped, "Just try it, trust me." I gave her a doubtful look, but slipped them on. Extremely snug, like every crevice of every muscle was full of the pants material, and it was giving my new bubble butt a wedgie, but it would do for the moment. I stood up, and held my hands out for her to examine. She was fighting her giggles again. "I'm going to stick with ridiculous, but I've got to say - whatever just happened to you makes you look bigger than those competitive bodybuilders." "Really?" I asked, noticing my much deeper voice for the first time, and I slyly spoke up to hear it more. "So you like my muscles then?" I stretched out my arm and suddenly I knew what it was like to flex a bicep, to make it grow, just by curling it in, and it felt amazing. I threw out the other arm, saying "What about two?" and flexed that one as well, loving the sensation. "Oooh, can you make your pecs dance?" she asked excitedly. I dropped my arms, raising an eyebrow. "I, uh, don't know. Never had any muscle there before, so..." I concentrated hard on each chest muscle, but it seemed it was unnecessary - I thought to make them jump, and they did. After a few seconds of simply making my pecs go up and down, I gained more control by doing one after the other, slower, faster, and rhythmic. Erika clapped, and said, "Well, big man, congrats on the new body, but we have work to do." As we walked downstairs, I had to adjust many things about simply MOVING. First, at my smallest size, I still could not exit Erika's door normally, but this time walking sideways, my chest cleared the door. My arms hung now away from my body to accomodate wing-like lats, and I felt like a douchebag having to move around with a bit of a swagger, but there was no other way to move my big body around. And my legs had more going on, as well: first of all, I hadn't really noticed, but my tiny garden snake had grown into quite the anaconda, and it was pressed into the sweats and my big thigh, which rubbed against my other thigh slightly, so I had to adjust my walk - and even more to accomodate the height I wasn't used to. I was learning how to walk again, even grabbing her wall for balance because it was so new. It was such an ordeal for me to get downstairs that I looked more like a cripple than I did a strapping young man, but we made it out the door, and my bare torso knew it was winter as my nipples hardened. Erika noticed this, and not bothering to contain her giggling anymore went back inside for a blanket or something so I didn't freeze on the way to buy clothes. As she went inside, dread filled my cold chest as I saw headlights attached to her parents' car coming. "Erika!" I yelled as they turned in the driveway, obviously noticing me as they'd sped up and were ripping off their seat belts. Erika rushed out as her parents got out, and her dad, a cop, pulled out a gun, aimed at me. "Get away from my daughter! Now!" he yelled authoritatively, as Erika's mom strategically placed herself beside her husband, ready to move in and attack if need be. "I -- Mr. Masterson, it's Matt --" I stumbled, holding up my hands. "Get...away...from...her..." he said, anger fueling him, and I stepped away slowly, but Erika rushed forward. "Dad!" she yelled, now in front of the gun, which he quickly aimed away. "It is Matt. We don't know what happened." Mr. Masterson looked from his daughter to the bodybuilder, and looked closer at my face. It had meat to it, and had a strong chiseled jaw, but it was unmistakeably the Matt Hahn he'd known since he was a child. He clicked the safety on his gun and put it down, but warily watched me cowering beside the dead tree in their lawn, and still freezing with my naked torso. Mrs. Masterson also quickly evaluated me, and said calmly, "Let's get inside. Matt's going to catch a cold like that." Erika went first, and then her mom hugged my arm and tugged me in after her, and her dad, rightfully suspicious, brought up the rear, gun in hand. He shut the door and we all proceeded into the living room, where Mrs. Masterson started a fire in the fireplace, and Erika brought me hot tea while her dad stared at me. All sitting down, we waited for each other to speak. Erika decided she would. "We had sex -- for the first time," she said, quickly ripping off the band-aid. "It's his eighteenth birthday today, and I'm already eighteen. I wanted it to be special for him. But when we were done, he was just laying there and he began growing. And..." she looked sympathetically at me, and I bowed my head in shame. "...he didn't stop. He couldn't control it. He tried running out of my room, but he literally grew to inhuman proportions, and got stuck in my door. When he calmed down, we borrowed some of Terry's pants, and we were about to go get some new clothes when you showed up." Her parents both took deep breaths, and I knew this would be a long night. "Let's start with the sex," Mrs. Masterson said. "We aren't mad..." she looked to her husband for confirmation, and he reluctantly nodded. "We've known Matt for a very long time, and we know this was out of love. It was going to happen eventually." I breathed my first breath of relief, but then she went on. "Now, as for the growth. Matt, is there something you're not telling us? Are you a superhero or were you exposed to any toxic chemicals?" Her smile told me she was half-joking, but I responded, "Not to my knowledge. I never went paintballing before, so maybe paint gave me an allergic reaction?" This eased the tension a little, as even Mr. Masterson laughed. He said, "I don't think so, kid. So, if by inhuman proportions, you mean we have a barely eighteen year-old Mr. Olympia sitting on our couch --" Erika shook her head. "No...he must have been ten feet tall? Maybe more." Mr. Masterson nodded and looked at me. "Can you do it again, or was it a one-time thing?" My eyes widened in surprise. "I...this only happened about twenty minutes ago. I barely knew how to walk at this size. Haven't had time to really try anything yet." Mr. Masterson stood up and grabbed behind me (where I cringed in fear), and held out the couch blanket. "I just want to know what we're dealing with here. Go into the kitchen and take off your pants, and try to grow. Wrap the blanket around yourself if you can, and show us." I stood up, a head taller than Erika's dad, feeling odd about feeling more powerful than a man I was deeply afraid of, took the blanket, and walked into the kitchen. They waited silently, and I did as instructed. I didn't know how to make it happen again, except for maybe...masterbating, since sex seemed to trigger this, but that was far too awkward, so I just concentrated. Nothing happened until I remembered the feeling of happiness of being next to Erika, and I started to grow. When my head hit the even taller kitchen ceiling, I wrapped the blanket, which by now barely went around my waist, and crouched down, stumbling into the living room. They looked at me, and Erika's parents gasped in realization that we'd been telling the truth. "Er...come down, son, we've seen enough," Mr. Masterson said, and I concentrated on shrinking. Again, I only shrank down to the height I am now, but it worked. Mr. Masterson motioned for me to sit, and keeping the blanket around me, I did so. He swallowed. "Okay. I don't even know how to proceed with this." Mrs. Masterson took over. "Do you feel alright, Matt?" I nodded. "Apart from readjusting to a new body, I don't feel any different." "There's one other thing I have to know, Matt," Erika's dad said suddenly. "How strong are you? Yes, I know, you haven't tried yet, but let's try now. Try the couch." Erika and I slowly got up, and with one hand still clutching the blanket on me, I put the other under the couch. I lifted it on its hindlegs with ease, and Erika grabbed the blanket to hold around me helpfully. Using both hands now, I raised the couch up and over my head, arms fully outstretched, and pressed it a few times before letting it back down. We sat down and waited. Mr. Masterson simply nodded. He rubbed his temples and took several deep breaths, then looked back at us. "Right now, you are the strongest and biggest man to have ever lived, and by a wide margin. As such, I don't think anybody can tell you what to do, but I do have some requests." I nodded hurriedly, trying to show him that I was still human. "First, when you come over, I'd like it if you two were in the common areas of the house. I...I feel uncomfortable with you two alone," he said, obviously his pride hurting. "Second, while we won't sell you out to any government agencies to be a test subject, we should look more into how this happened. I have a friend that's a doctor, and he's trustworthy, so if you'll consent to some tests, we can have him here in the morning." I nodded again. "Third, we know your body has changed, but what if your mind does as well? Clearly, I am speaking to the same Matt I know, but either this power of yours could come with a side effect of rage, or some sort of personality change, or because of this change, it could go to your head, and we'd have a problem. So I ask that you stay as much Matt Hahn as you can, and to be as open with us as possible." I nodded once more. "And lastly...the words teenagers never want to hear, but inevitably do...I'm going to call your parents." My eyes widened, but I knew they would find out eventually anyway when their tiny son was replaced with a huge man. Mr. Masterson looked at me for a moment, I think with sympathy, and got up to call my parents. Mrs. Masterson got up as well and said, "You guys must be hungry. I'll be right back with some food." I glanced over in the direction that Mr. Masterson had walked, and noticing this, she said, "I know he just said we kind of wanted to watch you, but he's right - there's not much we can do about your powers if you decided to use them anyway, and also, at least for right now, I still implicitly trust you. You'll be fine." With that, she walked away, and we were alone again. "I'm sorry..." I began. "Shut up," Erika snapped. "Did you wish this upon yourself? Not to my knowledge. This will all work out fine." "Afterwards, my parents came, and we had the same talk with the same demonstration, and they were equally in awe and understanding about it," Matt said to the therapist, who was scribbling notes and very into the story. "Why do you think you reacted the way you did?" Dr. Wright asked. "You were given superhuman strength and size, and by your own words, you cowered away from Erika's father, when you could have easily overpowered him." Matt thought for a moment. "I loved Erika, and I love my now-in-laws. Dad - well, Mr. Masterson, I guess, in this part of the story - was right to be afraid that my mental state would change, but my body changed significantly, and nothing else. All I wanted was to be with Erika and continue living our lives." Dr. Wright nodded. "Admirable. That story tells me all I really need to know about if you'll turn violent or not. In your first moments of being the Giant, you were frightened - you didn't outgrow Erika's house and crush her and her family, you didn't go on a rampage. When your son was born, it looked like you might, but even then, you grew to prove a point, and the worst damage that came from it was some fields outside of town had very large footprints. We will, of course, continue to meet as per government command, but you have already suffered that initial moment of shock, losing your wife, and possibly losing your son in the same day, and still you sit there peacefully, years later."
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