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Two enterprising college kids think they can pay their way through school by showing off their ripped bods as part of a web cam business. When a company comes along offering them a ton of money for an hour's work, they learn that when an opportunity sounds too good to be true, you should always read the fine print. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The mattress springs were singing out their usual Thursday night chorus in Howie's apartment. That was the evening he and his friend Chase had free to get together and they rarely missed and opportunity to jump on each other. Chase gripped the bed posts as Howie pounded away in his tight hole. The two college students had found each other in the same modeling agency. That's how these two ripped guys were paying their way through school, at least that's how they had intended to pay the bills. College expenses were growing much more than they could bring in and it was becoming a real problem trying to stay out of debt. Yet for right now, neither of them were thinking about that as Howie's cock pounded away into his friend's tight hole. “UHUHUH..MMMmm” Chase moaned, while Howie continued pounding his rock hard cock into the bottom boy's prostate. Chase gripped the sheets with his hands as his toes curled. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Legs in the air, he bit his lower lip and thrust his ass forward in rhythm with his buddy's thrusts. It was hard to tell which boy was enjoying the sex more. Howie had ahold of Chase’s slender waist and pounded him back and forth, almost like a life sized flesh jack. Howie's eyes rolled back into his head as he reached his climax, unable to hold it in any longer. "Fuck I'm going to cum..." he groaned. He gave Chase one last hard thrust and grabbed him as hard as he could as he loaded his friend up with his cum. Chase followed suit and blasts Howie's ripped pecs with his jizz. They took a moment to breathe and let their heart beats slow down before Howie collapsed on top his naked friend. "Fuck that was hot…" Chase smiled in orgasmic bliss. He could feel his sexy friends hot spunk coating his insides. “Hehe.” He giggled, showing a crooked smile. “Every time!” Chase said, before kissing Howie on the cheek. “Now, slide off me so I can get cleaned up. We need to do that cam show or else we won’t have money for classes next semester. Do you still have that website address?” Since the two of them were on pretty intimate terms with each other already they had devised a scheme to go make money doing cam shows online. So far they had only made $1000 altogether and they each needed $5000 to keep from having to take out loans. But Howie had different plans. "Actually I was thinking we could do something a little different." Howie reached into his backpack and pulled out an ad he'd printed out from the net. "This company called Stretch Studios lets guys do cam shows in their studio and they can make five times as much as we make doing it here." He smiled. "Think about it, we could really make this work!" “Oh really??” Chase said, while perking up. He pushed himself up on his elbows, causing Howie to awkwardly slide against his chiseled torso due to the amount of jizz that was coating them both. “Like, what would we have to do then, big guy? I think we’ve already done everything BUT fuck on cam.” "I mean, I can't say that they wouldn't ask us to fuck each other but hey, this pays even more than the modeling. Nobody has to know. Camming isn't like porn. Only paid subscribers get to see it. And based on what they'd be paying us, I'll bet the fees are pretty high. I'll bet you no one even finds out we're doing it." Chase rolled his green eyes from side to side as he pretended to toss the idea around. Of course he was going to comply with his sexy partner, he just liked being extra like that. “Maaaybe.. But I should get to top you if it comes to that.” he joked, knowing damn well that Howie would never let anyone top him. “I mean, just in case my parents end up seeing it. I think they would take it better than seeing their son biting the sheets and taking a cock... even one as big as yours.” He grinned, scrunching up his face. "Top me huh? Someone's feeling fiesty." Howie said, pushing Chase on his back again. "If your parents are subscribed to this channel then I think they get what they get." He grinned. "I highly doubt they'll be clients." He was getting horny again. "So do you agree?" “Hey, it’s the internet.. you never know who will see it.” Chase grinned. “But yeah, I’ll do it.” He could feel Howie’s cock getting hard again, it was plumping up while pinned between his cheeks. That in turn was also making Chase start to get hard again. "Well... since we've no further business to discuss..." Howie licked his friend’s back and the mattress began to sing once more. In the next days the two of them sent in an inquiry to the company about whether they'd like to book a partnered performance and sent in their pictures. They got a reply within an hour and it blew them away. $3000 for each of them. That would put them more than half way toward their goal. The two made an appointment at studio for 10 AM on Saturday. It was for an hour session. Stretch Studios was about a 20 mile drive from campus. The morning they were scheduled to perform was cloudy as they walked up to the building. It was very large, almost like a hospital or something. They could hear the humming of strange equipment. "Wow this is more industrial than any camming studio I ever imagined." In truth, Howie hadn't imagined one at all. Chase looked around the spacious lobby. He could hear their footsteps echoing as the walked towards the front desk to check in. “You sure we aren’t about to have our organs harvested??” He looked over at Howie nervously. It was clearly a joke, but at the same time... The ceilings had to be over twenty feet tall. He wondered how big the room they would be camming in would end up being, if this was just the lobby. "I guess the camming business is more profitable than I thought." Howie said going up to the receptionist. Without introducing themselves he looked up and smiled. "Hey boys, lets see... Howie and... Chase right?" The two nodded. "My name’s Tim. We have a policy that if we can't recognize you by the pics you send then you can't do the job... unless of course you're hotter than your pics then we make an exception." He winked and pulled out two stacks of papers. "These are the liability waivers and the contracts. The amount each of you'll be paid for one session is highlighted here." They grinned, it was in fact $3000, signing something made it seem more official. The two were shown into their room which was surrounded by two way mirrors but inside was a bed, some chairs, workout equipment, and sex toys. "Whatever you decide to do, you should have enough toys to do whatever you want." He added, "Don't worry about where you are in the room. Unless you're under the bed there are cameras that will see you and focus in on what the operators think is important. The screens you see on the wall will give you feedback from your viewers.” “So we can do whatever we want?” Howie asked. “Well… yes of course you can it’s what your contract said.” Tim said, knowing full well that neither of them had read it. No one ever did. “But… since you guys didn’t get those good looks by reading let me break it down. It’s $3000 base pay for an hour plus $1 for every upvote you get, kind of like a dancer, you make money from tips. Only unlike social media, our clients have to buy the likes, and they can buy as many as they want. Our clients are a little spoiled, they type what they want to see and it appears on the screen if enough of them want the same thing. They usually don’t upvote unless they see what they like.” “Well…” Howie said, “Hopefully they don’t want us to blow our load too early.” “Well that can happen… and if too many of them get bored and log off, you don’t get paid for the entire hour.” Tim saw the look of despair on their faces. “Not to worry boys, as per your contract, we’ve got a special trick to keep you going strong the entire time. It’s up to you if you want to use it or not. Though it will pretty much hand over control of the show to the clients.” “I’m in...” said Chase. He didn’t want to blow this opportunity. He really needed that money. Howie nodded as well and Tim pulled out two little boxes that looked like they might contain jewelry. “Oh don’t worry, I’m already married.” Tim laughed, heading off a tedious joke he’d heard a million times. He handed them the boxes and in each one there was a small device the size of a small wine cork. They didn’t have to ask what they were supposed to do with it, but Tim figuring they were dumb as logs demonstrated it anyway with hand movements. “Have fun boys!” He waved walking out, closing a door that basically faded away to look just like the rest of the wall. “Huh.. No door knob on the inside. I guess we are here until the end of the session.” Chase smiled, looking over to Howie. “Should we get undressed or make them pay to get us that way? I’m not sure what their usual clientele are used to, maybe we should have checked out some feeds before we came today.” Chase looked around the room, it seemed like this company had thought of almost every possible thing a cammer would need to really give a good performance. "Well... I tried to look it up but the pay wall's insane. It's $10,000 a month or $2,000 for a session. I didn't feel like investing that much in our research. We'll just do it like we do in the dorm." Howie said, taking off his shirt. Suddenly there was a voice over the speakers. "Feed will be cut on in 5 minutes, please leave all of your clothes on until the clients pay to have them disposed of. Please insert the devices now." "That's an odd way to put it..." Howie muttered, pulling the t-shirt back on. "I guess we can make out and tease it." They each dropped their pants and helped each other shove the devices up each other’s holes. “I think I’ve heard of these things, they vibrate when someone donates. I hope we don’t have to fuck though,” he said feeling his awkwardly in his ass. “Seems like they would get in the...GNNNN.” Suddenly they both bent over double as the little machines began to vibrate and inch their way up inside of them somehow. The sensations were so powerful it brought them to their knees. “Fuck this thing went up past my prostate!” Chase shouted. Suddenly the screens turned on with a reminder to pull up their pants. A humming sound was activated somewhere in the building like a large machine had just been switched on. The countdown started as they made their way to the bed. 5...4...3...2...1… The two starting to stroke one another beneath their shirts and slid their hands in and out of their pants. "You're so fucking hot." Howie moaned. He knew the cam subscribers liked to hear sexy talk. Suddenly bells started to go off and they saw words flash on the screen. “KISS!” The devices in their asses began to vibrate and they felt an electric tingle going through their body. If they hadn’t been compelled to make out before, they REALLY wanted to now. “Can’t go wrong there!” Chase grabbed Howie by the shirt collar. “Pucker up, dude!” Chase said, then pressing his lips onto the jock. Instantly he could feel Howie’s tongue sliding past his own lips, which he was happy to reciprocate in return. The two hot boys started to get turned on as they continued playing tonsil hockey with each other. Chase’s underwear was getting snug as his dick got hard. It was much harder to not start ripping the clothes off Howie than he anticipated, he keep reminding himself that he was on a job. Then bells started going off again and a new word flashed on the screen. “PECS.” “Pecs?” Chase wondered, what did that mean. He didn’t have long to wait to find out. Their anal instruments vibrated again and their pecs began to feel the electric surge and suddenly their chests began to feel tighter, like the skin was stretching. Their pecs felt heavier. For some reason it took all of their will power to pull away from each other to check themselves out. “Holy shit what’s going on?” Chase shouted. “Fuck if I know!” Howie said grabbing his swolen pecs which pushed out his t-shirt more than he was used to. Then suddenly bells started going off in the room again and the screen flashed. “KISS! KISS! KISS!” With a quick series of vibrations from inside they felt their willpower to do anything but climb on top of each other and make out go away. The screen flashed “PECS ARMS SHOULDERS” and their cut torso’s began to swell with greater and greater definition. Their asses zinged with vibrations from the devices. Their meaty pecs continued to inflate, pressing against their skin tight t-shirts as the names of upper body muscles were popping up all over the screens. As much as they wanted to know what was happening, the occasional “KISS” command made them compelled to keep fencing with their tongues. Their t-shirts strained at the collar from bulging traps, delts, and pecs all pushing in opposite directions. Their sleeves were being strained to the extreme from their bulging biceps. It was just a matter of time until…. “RIIIIP” Their shirts fell apart from their gigantic upper bodies revealing bright red skin, a mixture of embarrassment and sexual flush. Yet they could not stop. As every single muscle in the torso was visibly undulating with their movements in a hypnotizing way. The bells rang on as the words on the screen were flashing “ASS ASS THIGH CALVE FEET ASS” The electrical sensations spread to their lower bodies as their cute bubble butts began to swell along with the rest of their lower halves. Their legs were quickly catching up to their chest and arms. Their asses were ripping the seams of their jeans, their feet were stretching their socks. Then suddenly the screen went wild with “COCK COCK COCK BALLS COCK COCK BALLS” and their junk started to swell and ache within the tight compartment they were confined in. Every time they pulled away from each other to re-adjust or see what was happening to them, the screen would flash “KISS” and they were compelled to press their muscular pecs together and lock lips. Howie felt his cock fighting to push out of the waistline of his pants but his swelling ass had made the gap impassible. Just when they felt like their balls were going to be crushed, their jeans gave way. Revealing absurdly stretched briefs. Their cocks quickly pushed up from the elastic. Soon it was apparent that the ball people had outbid the cock growth fans and the screen was just flashing “BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS”. Chase felt his sack stretch as his meaty tennis balls popped out from either leg hole in his briefs. Howie’s had both popped out of the left side. Cum gushed from their emergent, veiny cocks as they rubbed into each other. With their balls swelling to the size of melons, drying up was not going to be a problem. A rich client from Texas had had enough. He paid four thousand dollars to control the board for thirty seconds. He was tired of those clingy briefs. The screen in the studio just read, “ASS QUADS ASS QUADS ASS QUADS KISS KISS” As they were glued together in a passionate embrace, they felt their bulbous glutes and quads vibrate so large that one by one the elastic on their desperate briefs snapped. Howie managed to find the mental strength to reach down and pull away the shattered remnants of his undies. Chase ground his groin into his massive friend until the last shreds of his briefs sluffed off like a cum soaked rag. They were gigantic, 350 lbs of muscle sandwiching two 14’’ cocks creaming up two perfectly sculpted chests. Suddenly the word, “NIPPLE” appeared. Followed by “NIPPLE PLAY”. Howie blew a jet of cum from the sensation of his nipples doubling, then tripling in size. He felt his hands reaching up to explore Chase’s which were growing as well. Returning the favor, his partner’s hand touched his own, and the sensation was so intense he shot so hard it splashed their chins. Their nipples were more sensitive than they’d ever been and with tongues down each other’s throat they both groaned in bliss. “HOWIE SUCK CHASE’S NIPPLE” Clearly someone with a new fetish had taken the reigns. As Howie lowered his face to those meaty pecs and licked and worshiped Chase’s right nipple. Chase moaned in bliss as he continued to tweak his friend. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twenty miles away, back on campus a group of rich Frat boys at Alpha Sigma Sigma were bored and wondering how to kill some time. “You know what would be fun bro, there’s this crazy website where you can pay to do weird shit to some cam boys. Like anything you want to them. Wouldn’t it be dank to get on there and totally screw with the fags? No homo.” “I dunno bro, sounds pretty gay…” “Come on brah, it’ll be fun.” After some token resistance so that they could all talk about how straight they were, they all agreed and logged in. To their shock they found that they recognized the cam stars. Not from the camera feed, their bodies were too changed for that, but from the pictures on the side that showed what they originally looked like. “What the fuck dude it’s Howie and Chase… weren’t those the guys who came and got those ho’s who we were trying to get wasted the other day?” “Yeah… dude…”, said Trey. He had an unlimited credit card to use on ‘books’ and ‘meals’ that got autopayed by their parents. “Lets have some fun my bros.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in the studio Chase was sucking Howie’s cock while tweaking his nipples, making the massive cam star go nuts. “Fuck Chase, what’s...gnnnnn… fuck…. happening… to us…” He was covering Chase’s face with spunk, as his massive cock gushed like a hose. Their spines had stretched as they had grown six inches taller since the beginning of the session. Suddenly the screen flashed with a new command. “EAT ASS” Howie felt the vibration compelling him to shove is face in between Chase’s giant ass cheeks. Chase groaned as he felt the tongue on his ass. When the bells started to ring, “ASS ASS ASS”. Howie could feel those monster glutes swelling around his face, unable to pull away as the giant ass grew out of proportion. Chase could hardly control himself as he reflexively squeezed his friend’s head. Someone was using the option to control them separately. “69 69 69 69 69 69” The screen flashed again and again. They mounted each other with their faces at pec level, since that’s where both of their massive cock heads were, unable to stop each other from blasting each other in the face with massive amounts of jizz. The volume of cum was so much that they could barely get their lips around each other’s slits as they tried to drink the flood of jizz. “CHASE FUCK HOWIE” Their asses vibrated with the new command. Howie couldn’t help himself as he thrust his ass in the air as Chase’s giant cock head pressed against that hole that had never taken a cock before. “God… please be gentle…” Howie muttered as the thick monster pushed its way inside of him. “UGNNNNNN” Howie groaned as his ass was stretched beyond anything he’d ever imagined. “HARDER HARDER HARDER” The screen flashed. Chase couldn’t help himself as he railed Howie against the bed. “FUCK FUCK FUCK” he grunted, spraying his friend’s insides with his jizz. Howie bit the pillow, unable to do anything but take it. “BELLY” Chase saw the command flash on the screen, wondering what it could mean. Howie’s gut distended a little as Chase went to down on his ass like he was churning butter. “BELLY BELLY BELLY” Those perfect abs faded as Howie’s gut began to swell out of control. “Fuck… gnnnn… what’s… fuck… happening…” He wrapped his muscular arms around that inflating belly balloon as the screen just kept flashing “BELLY” Soon his gut was so enormous that it was lifting him up off the bed and he couldn’t even wrap his arms around it. “PEC MILK PEC MILK PEC MILK” Howie felt his nipples growing even more as his pecs swelled until they were full and squishy. Chase bent over and squeezed them, causing thick milk to ooze out of them. “Fuck! Make it stop!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “BRENT!” A voice shouted down the hall from the study, causing Brent Masterson to check the latest Wall Street Journal article. His wife burst in. “I just got an odd alert from Trey’s credit card. It’s showing over $20,000 for something called Stretch Studios! You think it’s fraud?” “Oh definitely,” he replied. “Doesn’t sound like something our son would do. Shut the account down and call them so we can get our money back. The number’s on the back.” His wife went to leave and then paused. “What are you doing all shut up in here?” “Oh… just taking a break from doing our taxes… so dull… can you handle the credit card for me?” “Sure sweety, you’re so smart with numbers.” She said walking out of the room. After the door shut behind him, Brent said to himself. “So that’s who’s been messing up my show… game over son.” He said as he switched back to the cam. “When you get your own money you can play with the big boys. Now lets fix my studs.” He paused for a moment and thought “Not everything you did was bad.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The screen flashed “CUT ABS SLIM ABS RIPPED ABS ABS ABS ABS” as Howie felt his gut shrinking back to a trim fit waist. Bells were ringing frantically. “GROW GROW GROW” Howie felt his entire body stretching as Chase continued to mount him and Milk his pecs. He was swelling, bigger and bigger. Seven feet, eight feet, nine feet. He could feel Chase’s nipples rubbing against his stretching skin as he seemed like a child in comparison and still Chase hung on and fucked away. Howie outgrew the bed, crushing it under his muscular two thousand pound body as Chase had to wrap his arms around under his shoulders to continue squeezing his pecs. He topped out at twelve feet, as tall as a one story house when the screens went dark, the strange humming sound dissipated, and the vibrations in the ass came to a screeching halt. The hour was over. Chase was gasping on Howie’s back, his face nestled between mounds of muscle. “Fuck Howie… how do we get back to the way we were?” “I… I guess they use the thingies inside us to turn us back.” Suddenly the door opened and Tim walked in the room clapping. “Bravo boys, you did so well!” “So… uh… can we go back to the way we were now?” Howie said. “Of course my dears, you just have to outbid the people who changed you.” He pulled up a tablet. “As per your contract, use of the body modification unit is solely doled out to paying customers. Howie you can go back for $56,000 and Chase you can revert for $42,000.” “But we don’t have that kind of cash!” They shouted. Tim smiled. “Well… I know how you could earn it.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you liked this story, let me know. Hit "like" or leave a comment. Your feedback is how I know what gets you guys revved up.

[ ] I performed the ritual to the exact specifications as i could as it said in this dusty old book i had found in the archives of the school library. The spell was supposed to create an orb that would grant the owner godlike powers, which would definitely suit a hot stud like me! I already have a great body with muscly pecs, shoulders, legs and arms, with a 6 pack to match, I'm a musclegod and now I shall be an actual god! [ ] As i looked into the middle of the circle of sand where a bright light was only just about to fade away i saw the orb that was manifested. No more the size of a bonbon. Gold in colour, and shining full of power. I reached out to touch it when i was suddenly tackled from behind! I looked and it was my nerdy little brother George! Damn I really wish I had locked my bedroom door. [ ] "What the fuck do you think you're doing you skinny runt!" [ ] George quickly scrambled and snatched the orb then jumped on my bed. [ ] "Im about to become skinny no more big bro! No more pushing me around!" And with that George lifted the orb high, dropped it into his mouth, then eagerly swallowed the whole thing! [ ] Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck [ ] "Ive been spying on you all along bro! You think you deserve godlike powers?! I don't think so! And you're abo-FUUUUUUUUCK!....OH YES....Youre about to see....the birth....of a real fucking god!" [ ] And i watched, as Georges eyes glew brighter and brighter and I suddenly found us both transported into the middle of the park! George had wished us here i guess [ ] "YES! That was a lot easier than i thought! And my powers have only just started manifesting! Fuuuck this is really getting me horned up!" Which was evident coming from the tent in Georges pants! [ ] "You can only try and imagine the power i now posess, as my mind expands, I'm already the most intelligent being on the planet and still i continue to grow more and more powerful. Thanks for the this power bro, but now I think its time that i became the bigger brother!" [ ] I watched as George concentrated and flexed and as he did his body expanded in all directions tearing out his clothes! His pecs jutted out, as his quads ballooned up, his arms totally inflated with muscle and he inched up...and up...and up...until he was a foot taller than me! I could only watch in fear and envy! No more was the skinny little brother, i now had a muscular cocky stud as a brother as he exploded out of all his clothes apart from his tighty whities which were struggling to contain a massive fucktool! [ ] "MMMMMM! FUCK YEAH! MAKE ME HUGE! GIVE ME A MONSTER COCK!" and his body opened and his cock fired out of his underwear as it shooted up and up and filled thicker and thicker as did his balls which ripped out his y fronts too. [ ] "YESSSS! HAHA. HEY! IVE GOT AN IDEA! REMEMBER HOW YOU USED TO WRESTLE ME AND THROW ME AROUND BRO?" [ ] Yeah, i used to toss around his skinny ass like it was nothing, i have a feeling im about to regret that now. My feet suddenly began to tremble as from the ground an entire wrestling ring rose up from beneath us! I stumbled and fell with my face smacking the canvas! I suddenly felt the cool air against my body and a tightness against my midsection, i looked down and realised i was kitted out in a lycra wrestling singlet! What the fuck! [ ] I then looked up. And up. And holy shit, there was George, in the other corner of the wrestling ring, wearing bright red wrestling boots, bright red knee pads, and a matching pair of super tight wrestling trunks hugging his crotch and ass! I boned up right then and there as George flexed a huge double bicep! [ ] "Scared yet bro? You should be!" And it wasnt long before George strided over to me and gorilla pressed me in the air like i was nothing! FUCKFUCKFUCK! my brother is a big wrestling stud! I was then slammed down hard before George put his large foot on my chest and counted 1....2.....3! [ ] "I WIN BRO! I FINALLY WIN! HAHA IM A FUCKING GOD AND I CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE!" George shouted as he continued to flex and worship his own body! [ ] "Speaking of which...hey bro. Remember when we used to watch all those superhero cartoons when we were younger. Guess what I'm gonna be now!" And as George snapped his fingers his knee pads faded away as blue lycra crawled up all over his muscles apart from his red trunks and boots. A bright red cape then unfurled behind him and a yellow G for George then sparked on his chest. "SAY HELLO TO SUPERGEORGE! HAHAHA" George shouted as he jumped up and was levitating in the air! "CMON LITTLE BRO! TIME TO TAKE FLIGHT " and with that George swooped and took me in his arms flew us both up in the air soaring above the trees...the buildings....the skyscrapers! I hugged Georges huge muscular body as tight as i could before we landed in the town square where lots of people had come to see the new superhero and admire his muscles. [ ] "Mmmm yeah bro, just living out my fantasies. But there's just one more fantasy i need to live out before..." [ ] "Before what George? This is getting ridiculous!" And just as i had finished my sentence i was suddenly sat in the audience of an arena filled with people facing a stage. Music started playing and out came an even more muscular version of George dressed in nothing but a pair of green posing trunks! He had made himself even taller and he looked more muscular than any bodybuilder alive! He had inflated his muscles beyond belief! FUCK! [ ] George just flexed and posed with a big shit eating grin on his face loving every moment. He was the most powerful thing on the planet and the audience cheered him on as he hit a double biceps, then a most muscular, side chest, then lat spread as his glutes ate up his trunks between them [ ] George turned around and simply ripped his trunks off exposing his mammoth cock! "BIGGER" George demanded as the audience started to get scared! Fuck i really wish that was me i thought as Georges meat began to grow...and grow. His cock inflated till it was the size of him! And still it grew and grew, it kept growing until it was 30 feet tall and touching the ceiling! "FUCK YEAH GONNA BUST OUT THIS PLACE! HOW ABOUT MY BODY MATCHES THIS MONSTER LITTLE BRO!" [ ] George had indeed redefined the word 'God'. You've never witnessed godliness until you've seen someone grow their already Herculean body to match their 30 foot tall mammoth godcock. He loved every minute of exploding out that building before flexing the biggest double biceps the world had ever seen. [ ] "AHHHHHH! MUCH BETTER! SORRY LITTLE BRO BUT IM A GOD NOW. THE MOST POWERFUL GOD TO HAVE EVER EXISTED AND ITS NOW TIME FOR ME TO TAKE MY RIGHTFUL PLACE." [ ] And George grew up...and up...50 feet. 200 feet. 600 feet. 2000 feet. 5000 feet. He was the ultimate giant. And then he finally stroked that godcock before willing his cock to feel the sensations of the most orgasmic giant blowjob from the heavens. The whole world could hear Georges moans. And then he came. And flooded all below. [ ] George was god now. He had willed himself to shrink back down to a more moderate 12 feet tall and walked around wearing nothing but a giant pair of silver posing trunks. He had dealt with all his school bullies and made them his sexslaves and had made himself basically the god of earth with everyone worshipping him if they knew what was good for them. [ ] I on the other hand, couldn't wait to create another orb.

Adventure Number Five To be a puny guy soaring through the sky and then landing on the ground about a half a mile away is pretty awesome, but causing there to be big cracks in the concrete beneath you when you land makes it even better. I was a dweeb, it was true, but I was a dweeb that could twirl an SUV on his index finger. I’d have to try that soon. I’d always gotten turned on a little when jocks spun a basketball on their fingers. Doing the same with a huge vehicle would certainly be hot. I happened to land next to two jock-boys looking at their phones and smoking cigarettes outside of my dorm. “Where the fuck did you come from, dork?” one of the goons asked after they felt the ground shake as I landed – he looked down the street to see if a truck had passed. I just glanced up at the sky. I barely came up to mid-chest level on both men. I was standing there without a shirt on – my small frame highlighted by the moonlight. Confidence radiated from my body – like the way a massive tank could demand space on the road. I flexed my bony arms – skinny, non-existent biceps taunting my onlookers. They clearly missed the fact that my feet had caused a substantial indention in the sidewalk and sent cracks shooting out in all directions. God, it was good to be so powerful and no one ever even began to expect it. My twig arms could send both of them into orbit if I so chose. That thought made me bone up. The other guy spoke as he took out his lighter to start another cigarette. “Dude, you’re so thin if you turn sideways you’d disappear.” I let out a quick puff as soon as the flame of the lighter came up. It was like a big gust of wind shot out over them – blowing the fire out immediately – and causing both guys to take a few steps back. You could tell they were shocked by this sudden strong breeze. I chuckled to myself that I could breathe hard enough to make two guys stumble back. They both thought the night air was swooping down on them, when it was really just me using my breath to dominate them. “What the fuck was that?” asked the guy holding up the lighter. “I don’t know, but look – the dweeb was too short to be hit by that gust of wind. It just hit the big things.” Again, the lighter was flicked on and, again, I sent out a puff of air that not only put out the flame, but it was strong enough to send both guys to the ground. They each hit the sidewalk with a loud thud. I smiled when they looked up from their sitting positions. I could tell a slight glimmer of understanding was starting to be formed in their Neanderthal brains. “You fellas really shouldn’t smoke,” I said, still smiling. “It will stunt your growth and could lead to cancer. It could also weaken your lungs. As you can see . . . and feel . . . my lungs are fine. As a matter of fact, my lungs are pretty powerful. Here, let me show you. By this point, both men had scrambled back to their feet – ready for a confrontation. They were clearly prepared to show the little runt in front of them who was boss. I inhaled deeply, making it loud and dramatic – just to freak them out more. I knew I could be even more powerful than the wolf in the story of the three pigs and blow the entire dorm building down, but that was not my goal. I simply wanted to share the feeling of immobility with the two big goons. My burst of breath sent both guys flying into the dorm wall behind them – each one was flattened against the bricks and unable to pull away at all. I then slowly tilted my head back, causing both men to slowly inch up the wall. I was holding them in place with a steady stream of powerful air, but I was also sending their bodies a few feet off the ground. The look on their faces was priceless. They couldn’t understand how it was possible that the tiny, skinny, dweeb in front of them was rendering them defenseless with just his breath. By this point, they were high enough that their crotches were at eye level. I had moved in close enough to reach up and place a tiny hand on the front of each guy’s pants. I figured I’d grope some cock as foreplay before I went back to my room. “You fellas should see me blow hard enough to do hurricane-like damage,” I said, smiling up at both guys as I easily held them against the wall with my small hands. I was happy to feel that both of them were sprouting some wood because of my powerful breath. I’m sure they were each thinking about the kind of mind-altering blowjob I could give. I pushed a little harder against their crotches so they could feel my power. It was quite obvious to both of them that I could have easily shoved their bodies through the brick-covered concrete wall. I thumped my forefinger against their hardening cocks to give them even more pleasure. I was rewarded with big-man moans and both men immediately turned red – embarrassed by their reactions from me so easily playing with them. “I could flatten both of you like pancakes, dudes. But where’s the pleasure in that? It’s a lot more fun to watch you get simultaneously freaked out and turned on by my surprising strength. The little dweeb’s holding you both against the wall as if you were nothing but a piece of paper. Then, again, I did hold you here with just my breath, too. Yeah, that made you moan again, didn’t it? Watch this, fellas.” I turned my head and faced the street to our right. I noticed a white pick-up truck parked on our side of the road with a big empty space across from it. I inhaled again and then let out a steady, powerful stream of air. The truck easily slid across the street to the other side – pushed by something much more powerful than it. I turned back to my two captives and was rewarded with eyes so wide you would have thought they had seen a ghost. Cocks were now fully hard. All three of them, in fact. The appreciation of my strength from two big guys was just too much for me. I loved easily dominating men that weighed two times my weight and towered above me. They clearly loved it, too. “I’m not looking too dweebish to you now, am I fellas? This mighty mouse is getting you both excited. That’s really hot. Go ahead, reach out and feel that super hard tiny arm holding you in place. Yeah, look at how quickly you both grope my puny biceps – that mere minutes ago you were making fun of. You can feel the strength in my guns, can’t you? Here I am, pressing you both against the wall, your toes dangling in the air, and the strong-as-hell sticks for arms easily holding you in place. Yeah, we’re all getting off on that, aren’t we? Feels nice to be dominated, doesn’t it?” “Yes sir,” they both quickly said out loud. “Aw fucking hell, look how you two turn so submissive and polite in my strong grasp. You just gotta yield to a guy hat can blow a big tuck across the street, don’t you? Well, that and hold you against the wall so you can’t move. You want to be this little man’s muscle slaves, dude? When you step out of line I can punish you with my strength. Toss you across the room. Hold you down until you say you give. Wrap heavy metal around you and leave it there for a while. Squeeze your balls until you sing soprano.” To emphasize this last point, I brought my fingers together tightly around their hard cocks and aching balls – making them both scream out in slight pain and ecstasy. It was as if they wanted me to continue to squeeze, but knew – deep down – that I shouldn’t. I used very little of my true power and they fully realized it. That turned them on even more. These were my little pussy-whipped muscle boys and I wanted to show off for them even more. I was long passed caring about being decent. I just wanted to do powerful things. “Sorry, dudes, I just gotta let my cock do its thing. It’s simply too powerful for me to contain it. Forgive me for being so X-rated.” With only my words as a warning, suddenly my super strong small-ish dick ripped through my blue jeans – bursting through the zipper and material at the same time. It seemed to be even more powerful than my tiny arms. I pressed the guys into the wall even harder as I placed the tip of my rod against the bricks. Concrete shattered and crumbled away as my hardness pushed into the wall. More powerful than a super drill or electric screw driver, my cock shoved the wall in to make a hole. I was fucking a concrete wall like it was wet paper. I was the one getting the feeling of something tighter than hell, but the two dudes against the wall – who were watching my rod destroy the wall – moaned as if they were the ones feeling the thrill. Soon, my pubes were compressed between my powerful crotch and the bricks I had easily penetrated. Buried to the hilt – as they say – I let out a deep growl that more resembled a high-pitched whine because of my small stature. It didn’t matter, though. Seeing me jolted with pleasure was just too much for the onlookers. Suddenly, both of my hands felt a sticky, syrup-like liquid seeping through nylon basketball shorts. There had been no way for either man to prevent his orgasm – the power of my super-strong cock was just too much for them. This fueled me on more and I pulled my ass back, jerking my cock from the hole it had made, and then slammed it back into a new space on the wall – busting up bricks and concrete as if I were a giant wrecking ball. The wall was defenseless against my raging powerful boner. I pummeled about six holes in the wall, but willed myself to not orgasm. I was saving myself for my upstairs neighbor. To my amazement, the guy on my right actually ejaculated for seconds when my cock slammed into the wall the sixth time. He had dumped two major loads into his underwear – causing both embarrassment and extreme satisfaction. My hands were sticky and smelly from the giant mess of both men. I pulled back my arms and let them drop to the ground, each of them barely able to stand because of the seismic rattle of their orgasm. Luckily, the wall was there to help them stay erect. “Take that, you wimpy wall,” I said, loudly, as I thrust my cock back into it for a seventh time. “What are you, dude? A superhero or something,” came the raspy voice of the bigger dude as he struggled to catch his breath. “Yeah, man, I’m Super Runt. Or Mighty Mouse. Or Powerful Puny-Man. Take your pick. You fellas deposited enough sperm to start an orphanage! Just couldn’t take the destruction my little body can do, could you? Never in a million years would you have guessed that the tiny man that landed from the sky in front of you could plow concrete like it was nothing. Your virgin asses would be defenseless against my power tool, fellas. I could fuck you until you walked funny for a year and you wouldn’t be able to stop me. But that’s not the kind of guy I am – as I told you earlier. And I’m saving myself for Jamal, anyway. Yes, the six-foot eleven-inch, four-hundred and thirty-pound rugby player that lives above me in the dorm. Just can’t help myself, fellas, I’m into dominating huge men. He’s not going to know what hit him when I pound him like a maniac. When this little dweeb picks him up and twirls him around like a bread stick he’s going to freak out.” “Fucking hell, sir, you’ve got to let us watch you do that. Jamal is the biggest badass on campus. Trucks stop in the road to let him cross – fearful of the damage his body could do to them! There’s not a guy on campus that’s not afraid of him.” “Except yours truly, gentleman. He may be huge, dark, and scary – but I’m a hundred times more powerful than him. When he sees my puny little arms holding his huge muscled guns in place during an arm-wrestling match and easily defeating him, he’s going to think he’s on some kind of acid trip or dreaming. And then when I easily slam him against the wall, jump on something to give me some height, and thrust my pork into his gorgeous, muscled, chocolate, tighter-than-this-concrete, bubbled ass he’s going to realize that Mighty Mouse . . . or Super Runt . . . is more than just a myth. He’s the real deal. And when I’ve sent his body into orgasmic heaven by blasting cum into him as if it had been shot from a cannon, he’s going to devote himself to me as if he were a pilgrim that had crawled on bended knee for twenty-days to gaze on some deity that they worshipped. I’m going to have a rugby giant who will bring me breakfast in bed and offer up his ass any time I ask him to.” I had worked myself up into such a sexual frenzy I could feel my balls hurting from a need to ejaculate. I was sure my two big friends were spent and ready for bed. I thought it would be fun if I personally tucked them in for the night. Hoisting each of them up onto one of my shoulders was a breeze. Only because of my tremendous strength could I hold them on that skinny, bony part of my body. It was kind of like balancing a mountain on a mole hill. They weren’t going to go anywhere, though, and they both knew it. I walked to the front doors and gave out a puff of air to force them open. This gave a jolt of added thrill to my two riders. My rock hard skinny dick still stuck straight out from my ripped jeans as I easily carried the two big guys through the lobby. My strut was full of bravado, now. I could feel my two muscled admirers groping different parts of my body as I walked – both of them desperate to feel how hard my small frame was. They knew the power that existed in my runt-like body and it made them hornier than hell. I jogged up two flights of stairs – carrying them both as if they were just an old rag I had draped across my shoulder. Their big bodies flopped around happily as I bounded up the steps. My powerful legs could have allowed me to just jump to the second floor, but I decided the ride would be more fun. I dropped the guys to the ground when we got to the first door. The dude started fumbling for his keys. “Naw, man, I’m going to rip open your door and strip the lock. I want easy access to your room in the future – so I can drop by and show off any time I like. Tossing each of your around your place will give us all hard boners. Punch me in the gut before I destroy the lock, dude. Just to give you something to remember me by – as if you could forget all this power.” I stepped back to give him room to swing his ape-like arm around to hit me. I’m pretty sure I heard some bones fracture as his fist smacked into my skinny stomach. I didn’t move at all, but his hand was stopped as if it were hitting solid rock. The dude didn’t even notice the pain in his hand, he was just too turned on by the fact that my itty-bitty body could stop his fist like it was nothing more than a bothersome gnat. The smacking sound of my skin deflecting his punch was almost too much to handle. I could have easily spurted if I wasn’t saving myself for the hulking Jamal. The poor big fella did not have the same amount of strength, however, and he instantly ejaculated after impact. He sank to his knees from the force of the orgasm. He was beginning to smell like a jockstrap that hadn’t been washed for months. I patted his head as my hand passed by to grab the locked doorknob. I twisted and pushed in – as if the thing was already slightly ajar. I stripped the lock with a fraction of my true force – easily opening the door. I then bent down and grabbed the big dude by the front of his pants and shirt and then tossed him to his bed across the room. He landed with a loud thud and immediately curled up into a fetal position – actually sticking his thumb into his mouth. “That’s it, fella. Sleep tight. Don’t let the beddy-bugs bite. I’ll come by some time and surprise you with a little strength show. The anticipation of that ought to give you wonderful dreams for the rest of your life.” I then pulled the door shut – loving how there was no clicking sound since the locking mechanism had been totally demolished by my power. I turned to my other adoring fan and decided he’d love to slide to his room at the other end of the long hall. I grabbed his pants at the crotch – noting that he was still rock hard – and his shirt at the chest. I then picked him up, swung his body back, and then sent it sliding down the hallway with one quick thrust. He let out a joyful yelp as he sailed down the smooth floor. I jogged down after him and was happy to see that I had judged the distance versus my strength perfectly because he stopped right in front of his door. I pulled him to his feet when I got there by grabbing his shirt with one hand and easily jerking him up. I then put my forefinger in the center of his doorknob and pushed in – forcing the lock to go flying across his room on the other side. It only took a simple shove of one finger to do the destruction. I pushed open the door. The big man stepped towards me – offering his crotch and chest, so I could easily toss him to his bed as well. As soon as he landed, however, he pulled out his big thick cock and started yanking away – clearly thinking back on all I had done earlier in the evening. I stood there and watched for a while – marveling at the fact that this big macho jock was beating off to images of my puny body. Of course, there really wasn’t anything puny about what my body could do – so that’s mostly what turned him on. I finally pulled the door to and heard him emit a loud moan as he orgasmed. I walked down the hall and bounded up the stairs to the third floor, where my room was – happy as a clam that I had made the nights of so many big men. A cheek full of air blown through my lips pushed opened the door to my room. I had ripped the knob off by mistake a long time ago and still no one had noticed. I kicked lightly, to shut it behind me. “Now to bust a hole through my ceiling. Jamal is going to be shocked.” In one quick jerk of my hand, I ripped off my shorts and underwear – not caring at this point that I’d be losing some of my wardrobe. With just a little effort I jumped through the air and landed on my bed, which was already busted and basically a box springs and mattress on the floor. I had jumped in bed one night and the heavy density of my small super body had been too much and destroyed the frame. I glanced around the room and saw all the mess I had created by twisting or destroying things. The safe that came with the dorm room was ripped into tiny bits of metal in one corner. There was a trail of twisted items – wrenches, crowbars, pipes, and other things – strewn across the room. I just always got bored and needed to destroy things. That’s the main reason I had become a bully buster on campus. I was getting bored of the easy destruction I was doing in my room. I grabbed hold of my rock-hard cock and started stroking it nice and slow – as I thought back over what I had done this evening. Lifting the school boulder in the middle of campus, playing with fellas in the gym, ripping a bench full of guys out of the concrete, and so much more. It didn’t take me long to find myself breathing hard, yanking on my rod like a madman, and aiming my bazooka strategically toward the ceiling. Images of my cum blasting through the ceiling and scaring the hell out of big Jamal was all I needed to reach the breaking point. “Aw, fuck yeah, I’m going to demolish things with just an ejaculation,” I said, out loud to push me even further. Even though I was powerful enough to blow a car across a street with just a puff of my breath, when I finally shot my load my little body could only produce a high-pitched moan that sounded more like a scrawny cat in heat than a super-strong dude blasting out a missile-powered load able to burst through thick concrete. To know your cum-shot would cause such destruction is such a confidence booster. Aiming for a corner of the ceiling above you and knowing there’s soon going to be a loud explosion of concrete makes you even more excited. Chunks of the ceiling fell to the floor as my orgasm splattered powerfully against it. Light from the room above spilled downward. I was thrilled to find Jamal still up. Luckily the noise from the damage wasn’t as loud as expected and I figured it only woke up guys in the rooms near us. They’d probably go back to sleep quickly. I knew for a fact, however, that Jamal would not be getting any sleep. My second and third blast of hot, sticky, powerful, mighty-mouse cum made the hole about as big as large platter – clearly sending bits of rock, dust, and tile into the big athlete’s room. By the time my small, insanely strong cock finished shooting, I heard a deep, gruff voice coming from the hole above. “What the fuck you doing down there, asshole? Playing with dynamite?” Some voices simply match the bodies that are producing them. If you didn’t even know Jamal as the massive dark mountain of muscle that moved across campus shirtless most of the time, you would have clearly figured out he was the size of four normal dudes put together by the deep, commanding, strong-as-fuck sound that came out of him. My softening cock shot back to fully rigid just because of Jamal’s voice. He was a walking wet-dream-of-a-massive man and I was about to introduce him to my much more powerful body. I didn’t bother with shorts, I wanted him to freak out when this little dude – who looked like he could still be in junior high – came barreling through the floor. I stood up, aimed for the hole, and jumped. My head and shoulders met thick concrete, tile, and who knows what else, but it felt like nothing more than flimsy tissue as my body rocketed through it. I must have looked like a wimpy fish jumping through the water into the air. I wasn’t big enough to make the hole much wider, but I still shot through concrete as easily as a finger might poke through paper. I don’t know what shocked huge Jamal the most – having a munchkin suddenly burst through your floor or having said munchkin totally nude and sporting a hard-on just a little larger than the massive athlete’s thumb. “I’m going to squish you like a grape, scrawny asshole.” Oh fuck, his confidence was amazing. I’d just jumped through thick rock and he still thought he could easily defeat me. His giant black body – clothed only in some cotton shorts - was glistening with man-sized sweat droplets and it was clear he had just returned from the gym. If the sweat hadn’t given that fact away, his bulging, pumped-to-the-max muscles would have. It was like looking at some god who had just landed on earth after traveling through an intense storm. The man had a set of pecs that looked like the front ends of two semi-trucks coming at you. His arms were so huge they looked like the bodies of junior bodybuilders hanging from his aircraft carrier wide shoulders. The word ‘beast’ didn’t come close to describing the hulking figure that now reached out and placed his plate-sized palm around the top of my head – long fingers dropping down below my ears. I started to leak some gobs of pre-cum when the big man shoved down hard and nothing in my body – not my pixie-thin neck, my tiny mid-section, or my skinny-boy legs – immediately splintered from his he-man force. His face registered surprise for a brief second and then he shoved down even hard – probably using enough force to compress the roof of a car. I stayed as firm as a pillar of titanium and it made the mountain of muscles even more mad. He didn’t stop to wonder how I could resist his power so easily. He just flew into a rage that equaled that of a stampeding herd of buffaloes. He quickly threw his other hand around my neck – catching me in the V of his humongous mitt – and squeezed hard. He fully intended to easily snap my throat, windpipe, and beginning of my spine in two. It would be a quick end to the puny-man disturbance. I, however, simply smiled as his strong hand felt like nothing more than a light scarf draped around my neck. “Let’s send you through another ceiling, punk!” Cockiness oozed out of every pore of this behemoth. His arm, which could easily curl weight that equaled an SUV, was going to toss me into – and maybe even through – the ceiling of the dorm room. I knew to keep my eyes on the watermelon-sized biceps – because those muscles were going to explode. Big Jamal knew he could lift heavy things. Tossing my body was going to be a piece of cake. Imagine his surprise when his arm couldn’t lift me off the floor or even move me at all. His arm boomed into tensed mountains as he struggled even harder to lift the pathetic, scrawny guy in his grasp. A flicker of doubt raced through his eyes – mixed in with a little panic. I was ready to show off. “Big Jamal, did you think you’d lift me in the air like this?” I reached out and grabbed the front of his shorts – ecstatic beyond belief when my hand felt a tree-trunk sized cock flopping around in there. I squeezed his dick and the front of his shorts at the same time. The guy gasped at the strength he felt in my grip. I also felt his gargantuan member start to harden. I basically squeezed his cock into arousal and submission. And then I lifted – with one little arm. The mammoth Jamal flew into the air above my head like a rocket blasting into space. I was certain the last time he had ever been lifted by another human was when he was a toddler. His deep, bass voice let out a pleasurable gasp and then moaned as if he were a whale in heat. My skinny arm held his huge body stock still above me. I looked up at his manly shocked face. “Not used to being the weakling, are you, cutie? Here, let’s press you up and down.” One arm presses with an enormous rugby player, who was almost nude and glistening with succulent sweat, was just too much fun. I glanced at the mirrors across the room on his sliding closet doors. It looked like someone was playing a trick on people – the short, little, pathetic-looking dweeb was holding up the monster of a man as if it were nothing. Jamal glanced at the mirror, too, and let out another shocked moan. It was as if seeing what was happening made it even more real than being the thing that was actually dangling in the air. I tossed him with one arm over to his bed, making sure I held onto the material of his shorts at the same time. As he sailed across the room the material ripped and he landed totally nude on the mattress. The sight was pornographic heaven. A cock thicker than a two-by-four and a body of such muscled ebony that I almost shot my load right there. Jamal was the kind of human that caused heads to turn and cars to wreck. He threw his big hands down to his crotch but there was no way even those huge things could hide the giant snake growing hard between his legs. I walked over, bent down, and grabbed the bottom of this bed with one hand – easily lifting it and him back into the air. “You’re so fucking huge, Jamal – everywhere. That turns me on so much that I just have to show off for you. I’ve got to show you how powerful I am. You never thought you’d meet someone stronger than you, did you?” “No . . . never.” “God, even your voice is super sexy, Jamal. I could cream to that voice.” “How strong are you?” “I’m not sure. I’ve never fully tested myself.” The big man was peering over the edge of the bed as I lifted it up and down. I put the bed back down on the ground and the mountain of a man slid off to stand on the other side. He knelt beside the bed and then put his big arm on top of the mattress – ready for an arm wrestling match. My cock throbbed with excitement – something Jamal noticed right away and I was shocked to see that he wasn’t turned off by it. He had to lean his arm out a little because I needed to get my little palm into his giant one and his limb was so much longer than mine. He instantly gripped me with all his might – knowing he could and also figuring I’d barely feel it. He was just that bold – having always been the alpha in all situations. I squeezed hard, but with just a fraction of my strength. Jamal’s eyes immediately bulged out and he let a slight scream escape from his mouth. I instantly lessened my grip and I could see he was very thankful. His biceps was ten times the size of mine. My arm looked like a toothpick beside a redwood. I nodded my head as a sign for the match to begin. Jamal instantly used all of his tremendous strength to try and surprise me. My arm, however, had the stability of a mountain and all of his brute power did nothing to move it. I smiled as Jamal exhausted himself trying to make my hand move even a little. “My turn,” I said, smiling. I moved my hand so only my forefinger was pressing into the middle of his giant palm. I then started pushing slowly and deliberately. His hand couldn’t stop my one finger even he had gotten to use his whole body behind it. His grunting, the sweat pouring off of his brow, and the stanky aroma his body was giving off was almost too much for me to handle. I slowly pushed his big meaty paw into the bed and pinned it there with just my finger. I could tell it was causing him much discomfort, but the huge alpha never gave up the fight. He was too enthralled by my power. I finally removed my finger and Jamal immediately started shaking out the pain in his hand. At the same time he scrambled over the bed to be on my side and he held out both of his hands – palms facing me and his fingers spread apart. This big guy was a glutton for punishment. He wanted to lock hands with me and see who could make the other give first. I smiled and let my child-like fingers lock with his mammoth ones. Looking at the difference in our hands made me feel so small, but it didn’t matter. I knew my tiny hands had a hell of a lot more power than his. He immediately squeezed his hands so hard that he let out a loud grunt. I felt nothing. Jamal pushed with all of the strength of his tremendous body and my arms didn’t budge. I saw the frustration this caused in the massive man. He could not get his head around the fact that I could not be beaten by him. He doubled his effort, leaning towards me and putting one of his keg-sized legs behind him for more leverage. I stood there like I was playing patty-cake with an infant. I wasn’t using even an ounce of my true strength to hold this beast in his place – and Jamal knew it. “It’s not fucking possible! I take down four guys with little effort and, yet, I can’t even make a puny runt move at all.” “Let me show you how defenseless you truly are, mighty Jamal.” I squeezed my fingers hard enough for him to go up on his toes and let out a high-pitched whistle. He was clearly trying to not show just how much my little clasp had truly hurt. I let him stay up on his toes for a while – truly grasping just how powerful my tiny hands were. He knew I could crush his bones if I wanted to and I’m thinking part of him would have enjoyed that, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I lessened my grip, so it just felt a little snug for him. I then started pushing my hands forward, bending at the wrist. Watching the giant, powerful Jamal fall to his knees in front of me was mind-blowing. His huge, shining, naked black body was tensed as hell because of the abuse my small hands were dealing out and it made his muscles pop in ways that showed his incredible definition and size. He was huffing and puffing like a woman giving birth – trying desperately to adjust to the pain I was inflicting. I now had his big hands almost bent completely back – lying on top of his mammoth shoulders. The guy was in some deep pain, but he wasn’t giving in. He was still trying desperately to battle my incredible power – but it was as futile as trying to open an umbrella in a hurricane. “Man, you are one massive dude, Jamal. I’ve never seen a guy so huge. Your muscles dwarf mine about a hundred times over. It must feel incredible to walk into a room and take up so much space – with so much pumped up beef. God, I love muscles, Jamal. But I guess you already figured that out, didn’t you? But you know what I love more than muscles? I love power. Strength. Brute force that can do mind-blowing feats. People expect you to be powerful, Jamal – because of your size. They take one look at your humongous body and they know to stay clear of you. But me . . . well, no one expects little ol’ me to be so strong. That’s the best part of my super strength – it’s such a big surprise. You’re still trying to figure it out, aren’t you, Jamal. You’re still baffled that the little dweeb standing in front of you has made you drop to your knees in pain by beating you so easily in a hand strength contest. You are also turned on by my power, too. No need to try and deny it, big guy – that diving board long hard cock tells me you find my power incredible, too. That’s what I was hoping for, Jamal. I need a big muscle slave – and you fit the bill perfectly. I love that you’re still battling away against my grip – huffing and puffing – but I’m as calm as a cucumber. I’m not even breathing hard. I could take a bath in the sweat you’re producing and, yet, I’m as dry as ever. I’m barely using any of my power to defeat you, Jamal. Well, well, well – look how that revelation makes your stiff cock swing up and down with excitement. Need a break, big man?” “Yes, please.” “Say you give, Jamal.” “I give.” “Smart man.” I couldn’t help myself – before I let him go, I released one hand, placed it at the back of his huge head, and then pulled his face into my balls. He could tell what I was doing and tried hard to resist me, but I merely smashed his nose and mouth into my little hanging sack and rubbed it back and forth. I wanted him to get a good whiff of my power. I also wanted to get him used to pleasing a more powerful man. I had plans for that giant cock of his and I knew I needed to ease him into man-on-man action slowly. Jamal was all about the women. He had every girl on campus leaking just because he walked by. Hell, he had most guys leaking, too. He was a mountain of ebony covered muscle that just soaked up any light that was nearby – finding a specific big-man radiance when reflecting the sun. You could see him from across campus, he was so big and muscular. My cock had hardened to full staff the first time I ever laid eyes on him. He was lifting a cute blonde girl over his head with one arm, just to show off for the gaggle of women that surrounded him. Every other girl, there, was begging to be next. I knew, instantly, that a guy who liked to show off that much would probably be into super power – even if it was from a dweeb like me. I was in lust from the get go. And now I had the big rugby player’s face pressed into my crotch with a grip he couldn’t break if he wanted to. “Go ahead, breathe in my power, Jamal. As if you had any other choice, right man? I love how you’re shoving as hard as you can against my skinny little bony legs, but they aren’t moving a bit. You can almost wrap those big mitts of yours around my entire thighs, but you couldn’t budge them to save your life. I know you’re worried I’m going to force that super strong tiny cock of mine into your mouth, but don’t worry, Jamal, I’m not that kind of guy. Even though I’ve heard that you’ve forced yourself upon many a drunken girl on campus, I’m not going to reinforce that bad behavior. I’m going to wait until you’re begging to wrap those bit juicy lips around my penis to satisfy me. And it’s going to happen, Jamal. It’s going to happen before you even know it. That hard-as-rock cock tells me that you secretly love the fact your huge body can’t make my little hand move at all – even though you’re pushing with all your might. My hand keeps your face plastered into my balls and you can’t do a thing about it. That kind of power is mind-staggering for you, isn’t it Jamal? The little ant is holding back the mountain without any problem. Man, the stench of your profuse sweating is so turning me on, big guy. I think you need a little down time . . . am I right?” I released the pressure on the back of his head and was amazed to find that the giant kept his face against my balls for a few seconds more – taking a deep inhale before he pulled away. This close to four-hundred and fifty-pound behemoth was getting a strong whiff of the power my runt-like body could produce. The big man was hooked just as I thought he would be. He suddenly remembered who and what he was and he pulled his body away quickly, turning away from me so I couldn’t see how his massive cock was throbbing up and down. He stood up and my first up-close glance of his enormous back almost made me self-combust. The guy was bigger than a bull. If I laid horizontal on his back my entire body would not be the length of his wide-as-hell shoulders. It would have taken me hours just to count the muscles that bulged everywhere on that colossal expanse. And the man’s ass looked like someone had fused two hot air balloons together. He didn’t have a bubble-butt – it was more like beach-ball butt. I could have laid out a full-course meal on the shelf of his ass. The sight of his bulbous cheeks was too much for me. I lost control. I prided myself on being able to control my sexual urges, but seeing that magnificent, black, protruding double mass of beef made me turn into a crazy man. I grabbed Jamal by his hips – really just pressing my palms into his sides since he was so thick – and easily lifted him straight up and over my head. I tilted my chin upward and then slammed his unsuspecting ass down onto my face. Instantly, my nose, mouth, and cheeks plummeted into the dark luscious cavity between his hard-muscled giant cheeks. The big man let out a yell that shook the foundation of the dorm. He had never been invaded in this way before and was probably one hundred percent sure it would never happen. I had done it with little effort. I had shown him what it felt like to be utterly defenseless in mere seconds. The big man immediately began to squirm and fight – still foolishly thinking he could out-power me. He did not want to give up his big hole for any man – but especially for a runt like me. I couldn’t have cared less. “Nooo!!!” he yelled. I heard nothing, though. My face was buried in the sweet goodness of his ass and my super powerful tongue was ready to pop his fucking big-man cherry. It registered on some level that his ass cheeks were squeezing my face with enough strength to surely crush metal, but I felt nothing. I also knew he had his tight virgin hole clenched probably tighter than the security at Fort Knox, but that was nothing for my battering ram tongue to penetrate. By this point, I just wanted to taste the hulking man and lap up his beast-like testosterone insides. I was a man that had been wandering in a sexless desert for many years that had just stumbled upon the deep dark oasis lagoon of my dreams. I needed to drink in the essence of this monster as much as I needed air, itself. I easily plunged my tongue through the supposedly impenetrable fortress of massive rugby star Jamal and Pandora’s box was blown open wide. If this encounter had been filmed it would have shown a little pint-sized dude hoisting a muscled giant in the air with no effort at all. It would have also shown said giant trying desperately to prevent the little guy from invading his ass with a surprising mighty tongue. It would have also shown the sinewy mound of muscles throwing his head back, arching his back hard, and stiffening his legs as if they were girders of steel as soon as the tongue thrust into his chute. The low beast-like howl that erupted from the big man’s body sounded like a rocket bursting through the atmosphere. But the film would have also captured the unbelievable quickness of how Jamal Springer – badass of this university, no . . . of this town – went from fighting the invasion to accepting defeat and then to welcoming the pleasure being offered. I rammed my tongue back and forth into his hole like some kind of well-oiled piston hammering away in a machine. The big man’s defenses were nothing for me to battle. My tongue had more power than his entire body. I pounded away, making his sonic boom-like yell turn into joyful cooing within mere minutes. Jamal became my bitch simply because of the power of my tongue. I pulled my face back – causing him to emit a disappointed cry and to reach around and try unsuccessfully to push my head back in between his cheeks. He was simply no match for my strength. “Yeah, the big man tastes good, just like I knew you would. You’re loving that hole being invaded, aren’t you, Jamal?” “Hell yes, please go back to doing what you were doing. Please!” Pleasure is pleasure. It doesn’t matter if it’s being given by a short, skinny, small guy or the nice tight body of some gorgeous female co-ed. Jamal had learned this lesson quickly. Using my tongue as a butt-plug for the huge rugby player had taught him the joy of being rimmed. He was now clearly hooked. He was pressing against my head with all the strength he could muster – desperate to get my tongue back inside him. I teased him, mercilessly, by not allowing my head to be moved even part of an inch. He was like an addict needing a fix. He was grunting loudly and now banging on my head with his fist – knowing I couldn’t feel it but hoping it would make me return to forcing his hole to do my bidding. I slammed my face back in between his cheeks hard and had my tongue fully extended so it penetrated him quickly and deeply. This made the man go wild. He let out a loud moan of pleasure and pushed his ass back – hoping to make my tongue go even deeper. I started flicking the tip of my powerful weapon around the cavity of his chute and this made the big man squirm like a fish gasping for water. For some wild reason Jamal’s body sank into a receiving motion as if he had been fucked for years. The dude had some moves that would have put Jennifer Lopez to shame. Soon, I didn’t have to do anything at all except flick my tongue back and forth quickly – Jamal was ass-plowing my face like a pro. My big muscled bitch was growing up. It was when his grunts became louder and quicker that I knew he was close to losing it. I felt his hole tighten and his cheeks squeeze harder right before he shot a beautiful cum fountain into the air with about ten thick, long ropes streaming high and then falling back to splatter snowy white against his dark abs, mammoth man-tits, and keg-like thighs. His hard, manly body went limp in my hands as soon as he shot his last dribble. I lifted his butt from my face and then tossed him to his bed again. “You’re my big butt-boy now, Jamal.” “Yes sir.” He was laying down – spent as hell – and had turned around to smile at me. He held his arm up in the air, inviting me to join him in the bed and be wrapped up by his insanely massive biceps. I, of course, accepted. I slid in beside the mountain of muscle and loved how he quickly cupped to my smaller body – as if I might need protecting. Jamal was used to small women needing his power. We both knew, however, now he was squeezing me harder than he’d ever been able to squeeze another human being and I felt nothing but warmth. Within seconds, the big man was snoring loudly – sound asleep from exhaustion. What a typical he-man was – cum and then out like a light. I spun around, easily out-powering his massive arm. I wanted to take a look at all of his hugeness and beauty. His muscles were incredible – gigantic, but chiseled like he had been sculpted from black marble. The definition of his bulges was like a world-class bodybuilder instead of a bulky rugby player. I sucked on a nipple for a while and groped every mound of hard meat I could. I then got even bolder and kissed him on the lips. He unconsciously responded with a passionate kiss back and I wondered if he were dreaming of me or some voluptuous woman of his fantasies. It didn’t matter – either way his huge cock was back to fully hard and poking between my small thighs like I was resting on a tree. I fell asleep with his tongue in my mouth, his lips pressing against mine, and his cock twitching against my ass.

This is my first go at writing a story. If anyone has any feedback (good or bad), please feel free to comment. This chapter is more scene setting than sex. But I promise, there will be plenty of it. I've got a few ideas stored up. CHAPTER 1 I was nervous when I first went to his door. I was nervous every time I went to his door. I had met internet hookups before, but this was different. This guy seemed to have something more than a simple fuck in mind. Something I said had sparked his interested. His one pic was hot. Really hot. It didn’t even have his face, it was just his left pec, shoulder and arm reaching across his body. The way the muscles were flexed and defined emphasised their size. I wouldn’t normally message a guy with only one picture available, but that picture had me hard as soon as I saw it. When I messaged him he didn’t ask to meet for a fuck straight away (unlike 95% of the other guys on that site). We’ve been messaging for weeks now and it’s finally happening. I got a taxi to the address he sent me. It dropped me off outside a large, victorian, terraced house in Glasgow’s Westend. I didn’t even know houses like this existed here. I was use to the ageing student flats close by. These were much better cared for. He had given me instructions. I was to arrived at 10pm. I was a little early, so I waited outside. The storm door was unlocked, so I let myself in to the small porch, closing the door behind me. To the left of the main front door, was a narrow door flush with the wood paneling. As instructed, I opened it to find a small cupboard. I assumed most houses would keep their wellies, and umbrellas in here. But this cupboard was empty, save for a shoebox on the floor with the word “Open” written on top of it. Inside the box was a white jockstrap, size small, a key and a note saying: “Take off your clothes and shoes. Put on your jock strap. Come stand in the hall and don’t speak until instructed.” My heart was beating so hard I could hear my pulse. I felt my stomach constricting and was pleased I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. I took a few deep breaths and took off my shirt. I was doing this. I could best be described as skinny. I thought I might have filled out a bit more when I entered my twenties, but it never happened. I had a visible six pack due to my low body fat, you couldn’t see my upper ribs, but there wasn’t much muscle there. I guess that’s one of the reason I find muscle so attractive. I removed my shoes, socks, jeans and briefs, placing them all in the cupboard and retrieving the plain white jockstrap. I’d never worn one before, and I was so nervous I put my leg in the wrong bit first time round. But once on, and the straps adjusted, I looked at myself as I ran my hands down from my chest to my balls, and then round to my exposed arse cheeks. It felt good and despite the lack of a mirror, I was pretty sure I looked good too. I used the key to unlock the front door and let myself in. It was strange letting myself in to someone else’s house, let alone doing it near naked. The hall was almost square, with tall ceilings and four rooms coming off of it: two doors on the right, two on the left. There was a large mahogany sideboard up against the back wall holding a vase of flowers, and above it hung a large, grand mirror. I could here muffled music coming from the ajar doorway at the far right corner of the hall. I daren’t venture in so I took up position in the centre of the room. I adopted a military ‘at ease’ pose, with my legs spread, and hands clasped behind my back, my heart still thumping against my chest. The room was pleasantly warm, so the slight tremble I had was through nerves rather than cold. After only a few minutes the music shut off, and I heard movement in the next room. The door opened and out stepped a god. A large white towel was wrapped around his waist, covering his legs down to his thick calves. His torso was the most erotic thing I have ever seen in real life. His skin was tanned and still glistening with moisture from the shower. The grooves between each abdominal mound - deep enough for me to get my fingers in and grab hold of each one - channeled little water droplets as they formed, running down past his navel to be absorbed by the towel. His powerful chest overhung this perfect abdomen. And it was flanked on either side by a pair of thick lats, impressive even though they were stretched as he dried his hair with a second towel. I could feel my cock thickening and pushing against the material of the jock. I must have taken a loud breath, or said something, because the god stopped in the doorway, dropped one arm and shifted the towel away from his face. He caught my eye and smirked. He walked in to the hall and leant against the sideboard, his right hand continuing to rub his dark hair. “On time and following instructions. We might get along.” His voice was deep, and although his accent wasn’t Glaswegian, it was certainly Scottish. I didn’t know if this counted as an invite to speak. I stayed silent, partly out of fear of upsetting him and having the encounter cut short; partly from not trusting my mouth to form words correctly. He continued to look at me straight in the eyes, as if sizing me up. A dozen, rapid, thumping, heartbeats passed and he stood up, leaving the secondary towel on the sideboard. He took a few steps towards me and stopped so that he was just out of arms reach, brought his hands together at hip level and flexed his chest. He could have crushed an apple in between those massive pecs. His shoulders ballooned out and the light catching on the still damp skin highlighted every groove of his deltoids. I had never experienced someone flex for me before... no one with anything decent to flex anyway. Not only did he have the size, but he knew what hew as doing as well. This was obviously not the first time he had shown off like this. I knew I wanted to step forward and start touching him, but I was hypnotised into motionlessness; only my eyes roving over his hard, gargantuan body. He brought both arms up into a double bicep pose. My gaze traveling from one peak to the other. His frame looked enormous as he held that pose, his lats spreading like a cobra’s neck, tapering down to his tight waist. All angles directing me to the bulge underneath the towel. I looked back to his face. His ice blue eyes were staring directly at my own. His grin revealed that he was enjoying how much I was enthralled by his display. He took another couple of steps forward, and that’s when I realised just how tall he was. I am a mere 5’5”, below average by any standard. My eyes were in line with this man’s chest. He must have been about 6’4”! He continued to make his slow advance until my nose was between those two mounds of powerful muscle. “Do you like what you see so far?” I looked up at him, towering over me. His face looking down at me, his left eyebrow raised, waiting for my answer. “I...I...” I stammered, “YES!” In my panic to say something my answer came out far too loudly. The god’s smile grew and he gave a single “ha,” as his chest heaved, almost touching me. I exhaled loudly, causing goosebumps on his sternum. “I hadn’t realised you’d be quite so short.” I couldn’t think what to say. I hadn’t realised how big this guy was going to be, or how dominant. Despite being mocked about my height all my life, and having witty retorts for almost any insult, I couldn’t think of anything for this situation. After all it had only been a statement. I started trying to form a response but just mumbled as my cheeks flushed red. The Goliath thrust both hands into my armpits and picked me up as if I were a doll. My hands at that point were still clasped behind my back. I immediately brought them round and grabbed hold of his arms to steady myself before I could register what was happening. “I shouldn’t have to pick you up to hear you. A lad so short should be use to making himself heard.” He held me in the air, almost a foot off the ground: his elbows at the same height as his shoulders, his arms bent at ninety degrees. His massive deltoids were flexed, but not struggling. His biceps... holy fuck my hands were on his biceps. I looked at my right hand, then back to those blue eyes. He winked. My breath shuddered as I took in this moment and squeezed my hands around his thick, bulging upper arms. My fingers gripped on to one of the tricep heads, whilst my thumbs tried to make an impression on his biceps. I couldn’t. I grew confident of his hold on me and started to run my hands slowly over his arms and shoulders, exploring them with my fingertips and palms. This was it. This was the reason I had come here tonight. He had promised I would get to feel power and strength like never before, and here it was. My heart rate increased, and I could feel the jock strap straining against my erection. “Fucking hell, this is unreal.” The first clear sentence I had made since entering his home. “My skin is drying out. How would you like to help rub in some oil?” He asked whilst placing me back on the ground. “I’d like that very much... Sir.” He cocked his head slightly to one side, giving my an approving look. He reached down, and pulled at one leg strap on my jock. “You’re a natural at this, Wee Jock.” He let the elastic go, slapping against my arse. “I like my guests to call me Sir.” With that he turn and walked back in to the room he had come from. I stood still, marvelling at the breadth and taper of his back as he walked away. “Follow me, Wee Jock.” “Yes, Sir!”

Hi, sorry, wanted to try my hand at writing a story, hope you enjoy! It might be kinda slow at first. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue with this story at all, but please feel free to contribute if you want! The whole town is your playground Sundown was a quaint little town, not too far from other civilization, but just far enough for people to avoid heading there on a whim. It was a town where everyone in the town knew each other, for better or for worse. Rumors spread like wildfire, rumors such as the ones surrounding young Davey and his amazing entry-level job as a lab technician he landed straight out of high school. Why was he back in town? Who were those other people he came with? Did he get into some kind of trouble? What was all that equipment they’d brought with them? Questions that would all be addressed soon enough, not by Davey’s words, but by his actions as the townspeople would discover. The day that Davey came back to Sundown, a few people tried to get to that large house that he and his new friends had moved into on the outskirts of town, but everyone who arrived was politely turned away and told that Davey would be available the next day as he had to unpack and set-up, something about doing research on the local fauna. Not necessarily something a mother wants to hear when going to see her son after 2 years of just speaking on the phone, but at least Davey had left her something. Some cookies and a promise to be the first place he goes when he wakes up tomorrow. Now Carina was just sitting in her living room eating her son’s gift and watching TV with her husband Vinny. She thought about her son and smiled as she remembered his black hair and blue eyes and his cute little face. He took after her in that regard but not in any other; She’d always enjoyed running and sports, having played Volleyball in Highschool and College. Davey on the other hand had never had a penchant for physical activity and so always remained lanky and thin, like a stick figure, due to his metabolism and height. She smiled at the thought of seeing how he’d grown over the past two years. She reached for another cookie and accidentally touched her husband’s hand. She looked at Vinny and began to wonder how Davey would react to meeting him in person, she’d told him about her new husband and they’d met on the phone. But he wasn’t exactly what you’d expect a 48 year old woman to be married to in such a small town. Vincent was a lumberjack from Alaska and looked it. Broad shoulders, thick hairy body, and a habit of wearing flannel shirts and blue jeans, and at 31, quite a bit younger than Carina. They were the talk of the town when they’d first started dating a couple years ago after meeting completely by chance in an airport after seeing Davey off. And now, looking at him sitting on the floor in front of the TV, she can’t believe it’s been 2 years since all that happened. He stood up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before walking into the kitchen for more milk. Meanwhile, at the house, Davey had just found out that his advisor had given his mother and step-father the samples and was appalled. His teacher apologized and said he was just too excited to begin and gave it to her on a whim, and now they were monitoring them on a hidden camera that had been carefully (and frustratingly) crafted to look like a life-size house fly. Davey told his professor that he really didn’t want to see that and he was going to go ahead with distributing some other samples at a get together with his best friend. He double-checked he had his body camera on and the kill-switch in case things got out of hand, and headed out to his old high-school just as the rest of his team initiated phase 2 of their experiment. Through the screen, Professor Szosky could see Davey’s step-father in the kitchen suddenly stiffen up a little, and try to stretch out some tension as he began to grow. Meanwhile, Carina had suddenly began to feel hot as she sat on the couch and got up to put the cookies away. As she did, her bra began to pinch and and felt as if her clothes had shrank, and as she looked up at her husband, it just seemed to reinforce the idea that she needed a new dryer. His clothes were stretched to their limits and he’d already undone one button near to collar to stop himself from being choked. She put the cookies on the counter and all of the sudden heard him groan, followed by the sound of seams snapping. She looked over at him, worried he was having a reaction to the cookies, but was surprised to see a look of pleasure on his face as he grinded his crotch against the cabinet. Not only that but his clothes were still intact; she looked down as she realized that her socks had ripped apart and her body was still growing. Her heart began to beat faster as she got more and more horny and rubbed herself through her clothes, reveling in her new sensitivity as her body struggled to be contained in her clothes. Vinny wasn’t faring much better, his frame had gotten stretched in every direction, his only saving grace being the tough material his clothes was made of. But that was not to last as he moaned, turning around to see his wife in the throes of sexual pleasure just as he was and surged out of his clothes. He threw his head back in ecstasy as feet tore through his socks, pushed far past he previous size 11 to a size 15. His height shot up 5 inches, taking him to 6’7 as his back widened, lats pulsing outwards, obliques and rhomboids piling on new mass. The same growth was mirrored on the front of his torso with his hairy pecs jutting outward, practically blowing the buttons off of his shirt as abs became canyons of hard, defined muscle. His shoulders shredded what remained of his shirt as his enormous arms made an appearance, accentuated by two large, hairy, meaty gloves on each one. His jeans didn’t stand any chance as he ripped them off before they had a chance to break. With more room to grown now, his legs exploded in size, becoming thicker around than some of the trees he cut down, with calves that could make Atlas jealous. He looked down at his wife with lust and wonder in his eyes as he watched her body become stronger, toned, and capable of handling him. He watched as her breasts forced her tanktop and bra to shred apart, revealing her nipples to him. As Vinny moved in to suck on them, Carina moaned as she experienced another surge of growth, snapping the button off of her jean shorts and exposing her panties. Those didn’t last long either as she grew taller and taller, only stopping when she reached 6’5, with her features keeping up all the while. Her core tightened and toned as her arms became stronger, but not bulky, and her legs and butt inflated into pillars fit to support her newfound amazonian body, easily snapping her panties off. As her growth began to subside, she lifted Vinny’s head and planted a kiss on him so sensual that it reignited his growth, causing him to surge larger and yell as his cock made short work of his already breaking underwear. It got thicker and longer until it resembled a loaf of french bread, pointed directly at his now equally magnificent wife. She pounced on him, knocking him to the ground and 69’ing him. They both orgasmed almost immediately as a result of the sensation of having grown twice their size in mere minutes. He then picked her up by the waist and inserted himself into her, fucking her against all the walls in the house before reaching their bed, proceeding to scream and moan throughout the rest of the afternoon. Back at the computer, Professor Szosky was thrilled with the results of he and his team’s breakthrough. Although the extremely increased libido was not intended, he couldn’t blame them after how sensual the experience of growing seemed to be. He sent out a couple of his students to make sure that no one would stumble upon the couple and interfere with their observations before they were finished and began preparing more samples to distribute to the rest of the town.

Graysons point of view. "Well i think this is a big misunderstanding. But I must assure you if you want to live to see tomorrow you best leave now." I know Jack said no killing but I'm too horny to even think about that and we're running out of options. I say that praying they know whats good for them, and they leave so i DONT have to kill anybody. My arms are getting bigger by the second, each second pulsing slowly getting bigger. My pecs, oh god my pecs. My pecs are becoming melons under this suit. I can feel my abs forming and hardening under this suit. My legs are getting bigger too. My calves about to rip out the pants, my thighs about to shred said pants. All it takes is one more hard flex and this suit is done. It feels so fucking good. Growing my muscles feel so fucking awesome. Especially under this tight suit. I feel so fucking powerful. And with my cock leaking pre and slowly growing, the pleaure MULTIPLIES. I can feel each vein on my muacles and cock form and get stronger. I love slow growth, and knowing im gonna potentially kill some people, make me feel even better. "Ok What the hell is your boy doing?" Marc questions. "Honestly, is he getting bigger? Like hulking out?" Elliot asked. "Elliot, Marc, if you want to live, hide behind your car. Things are about to get messy. Jack just stay behind me, I might need your help." I say smiling. "I got another plan. Just dont ask questions" "Ok I'm done waiting. I'm gonna shoot somebody." Avery says. "I'd rather not do that if you want to live. In fact id think you'd be better off back ay the base before i kill you the same way i killed your friends." I say smiling "That was you?! But how?!" Ben yells. "Why dont you shoot me and find out?" I question. They can't be serious with that though. They cant shoot me when I said they would get killed. "Say no more!" Avery yells and shoots me straight in the chest, where my heart was. I felt it and it tickled. Avery is dumbfounded. He is shocked that the bullet not only hit me but didnt penetrate bit also that I absorbed the bullet, gaining its power. "But b... b... But how?!" Avery yells. Ben yells "he said dont shoot him!" I sigh seeing that I have to kill some people tonight. "Well i warned you, and it looks like you just signed your fatality papers." I say. I gave my body one final flex before everything excluding my boxers were torn apart. I purposely kept those from ripping cuz I wanted to have fun with this. However jack is not happy for 2 reasons. 1. He told me not to kill anybody, and 2. That was his suit...

Loved reading this story Londonboy, a complete and utter turn on, I loved that you went into two parts, the initial part with the jocks and then the part with Jamal, showing off twice, first with his breath, holding the big jocks there against the dorm with a steady stream of his breath, and then showing off against a guy that towered over him by a great deal and was 10 times bigger than him body wise, and was quite strong in his own right, and yet was completely overpowered and dominated by the puny looking guy with ease! Great stuff, I look forward to more of this kind of story from you!

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The whole thing revved me up. Damn it was hot!

Part 1 She told me to follow her. The basement door opened and we went in a room, full of diverse gym-equipment, weights, dumbbells, training devices and bars. Rays of light were sneaking through the small windows, which were now closed. The air stood still and it was very hot inside. Carol looked at me and asked. “Today I want to test my strength and push my muscles to the limit, would you help me?” Her voice sounded full of concentration and she seemed to be very serious. Looking around I nodded my head. All the training tools and weights of various size impressed me. There was plenty of free weights, plates, belts and weighted chains in the room. “During this workout I will show you how I developed my muscles and became as strong as I am,” she continued. Hmm, muscles? What kind of muscles? I looked back at Carol, she was wearing an oversized puffy jacket and some loose pants. Her figure seemed to me quite wide and I supposed she was a bit overweight and fatty. That would make sense with the weight-losing workout. “Obviously, working out is about physical strength, but not just that, mental strength is also essential, the strength of my mind is of even greater importance than the pure strength of my body” she said, attentively looking at me as if she was examining me in somethings. Then came a bit an astonishing question. “Do you mind if I take my upper clothes and my pants off? I prefer to workout by high temperatures and want to get a full performance from my body as well” Still being a little bit shocked I nodded again and murmured, “Sure, go ahead”. Carol unzipped her jacket and threw it aside. My jaw instantly dropped down. I couldn’t see even a piece of fat on her upper body, instead of that it was covered in layers and layers of shredded and well developed muscles, kind of muscles I’ve only seen on some professional bodybuilders. Even relaxed her biceps were huge, not less than 17 inches around. Her triceps bulging dramatically to the sides, her deltoid muscles almost the size of softballs. Amazed I looked at her breasts, they were not like normal breasts at all. Two big pec plates, covered in veins were protruding out of her pumped upper body. The gap between them had to be at least 2 inches deep. They were partially covered by a pink sport bra, and I could say, the material was already well stretched, trying to embrace her man-shaming pecs. Her nipples, somehow half of an inch in lengths, were easy to recognize, they were placed a bit to the side of each massive pectoral plate and were looking rather down, dragging with them the material and revealing more of her pectoral meat. But her abdominal muscles made my eyes widen. Never have I ever seen such chiselled blocks of abs. She had a remarkable 8-pack, each of the cubes standing separately, the lines between them had to be not less than an inch deep. It seemed, I could insert a finger to the middle in those canyons of her insanely developed muscle cubes. They were as well covered in veins even at rest. Carol turned around and I had no chance to focus on her impressive muscular back, because she took her pants in one quick motion off. Her shredded meaty glutes, divided only by a thin line of her black thongs came in sight. They were trained to such condition, that I could clearly see outlines of each muscle group and all the striations of her butt. The muscularity of her thighs was so hardcore they were hanging inches over her knees and were visible even when she stood with her back to me. Each of her calves was the size of my thigh at its widest. I marveled her muscular legs in motion as Carol wandered to a set of dumbbells. Nonchalant she ran her fingers over some of them, she passed 40’s, 50’s and 60’s before settling on a pair of 80-pound dumbbells. She moved with them to the center of the room and said facing me “Let’s do some warm-up”. I couldn’t believe my ears, warm-up with 80 pounds in each arm? The muscular girl in front of me began to perform perfect bicep curls. Rep after rep she lifted the weight alternatively with each arm. After a set of 20 reps her biceps grew bigger and veins began to ran over them. She was breathing rhythmically and after 5 seconds started her second set. I was admiring her physic; her body was beyond perfection, beyond any possible muscularity I could imagine on a young girl. She didn’t seem to be older than 20 years old. How could she have such a shredded body? By another look on her abs I noticed, she didn’t actually have an 8-pack. Her high placed thongs covered the last visible set of bricks and to my amazement, there were some more bulges under them. Is it somehow even possible to have a 10-pack of abs at all? Meanwhile this muscle angel was doing reps without even braking a sweat. When Carol completed the 20th rep of her third set she kept the massive dumbbells at her shoulders and requested, “Take the timer… and come closer” I took one from the table and stood 4 meters in front of her, admiring her physic. “Could you set the timer in stopwatch mode?" she asked. I managed to do it. Carol raised her arms to the sides parallel to the floor with the 80-pound dumbbell in each hand and held the weight horizontal. Muscles in her arms tensed to take the strain. Her biceps stretched and her triceps bulged with veins. “Start the clock” she called. I tore my eyes shortly away to do click the button, then gazed at her beautiful form again. Carol was pretty enough, but to have an attractive face and this fantastic super body was too much for me to comprehend. Seconds ticked away, she was holding this big dumbbells with her arms stretched for almost a minute now. A light tremor began to form in her shoulders. At two minutes her legs began to move gradually aside as well. Oh my God, Carol was slowly bringing her body to a split position still holding the weights. At the 3 minutes mark she was in a perfect 180 degree split. I was in awe of her flexibility. However the trembling in her arms became more prominent. She was saying something between controlled breaths. “Bring those two weighted chains…” I ran to the hooks were they hang and grabbed one at first. “Uff, how heavy are they?” It was difficult to move them both at once so I carried them one by one. “40 pounds each” she said through slightly gritted teeth. “Now… hang them to the dumbbells” We were approaching 4 minute mark as I did so and stepped back. Her flexed biceps and shoulders had to take the extra weight and they were noticeably looking more strained than before. Carol was doing her best to appear composed but she had now been in this tortuous position for over 4 minutes and had received an extra load. What she did next impressed me. Carol tensed her shredded legs, buttocks and abs muscles and brought her to a standing position by the sheer power of them, simply by sliding and bringing her legs together. Couple of breaths and she lowered herself to a perfect split position again. I looked at her abs and saw they had sprung into even more definition and I thought I could see them quivering slightly with the strain. More thicker veins appeared on them as well as on her biceps and triceps. How could she hold these much? I struggled to lift 40 pounds and she was holding 120 pounds with each straight arm now. “Get ready with the next 40-pound chains at… 5 minutes…” she gasped. She didn't look like she could last until the 5 minute mark. This was crazy, she was not only trying to endure this position for as long as she could but she was making it increasingly difficult! I felt a surge of admiration and excitement as the 5 minute mark arrived and I increased the load to 160 pounds on each of her outstretched arms. Carol groaned as her arms dropped and she took an agonizing three seconds to pull them back up. Her shaking was now much worse and I thought she might give up at any moment, but her arms, huge biceps and triceps vibrating, somehow maintained the position. By this time her body was shined with perspiration. Her face was reddening again and her teeth were clamped in a grimace of pure determination. She looked in my eyes and agonizingly slowly, by pulling her legs together brought her body to a standing position once more. Her massive arms were covered in sweat now and shaking badly. Part 2 At the 6 minutes mark Carol grunted and performed a double biceps pose, holding 160 pound in each hand. Her arms were massive, probably the biggest I’ve ever seen in my life. Veins were running over the peaks and I watched in awe as her biceps reached incredible 22 inches, now fully flexed. I was looking at this muscle girl and couldn’t believe my luck to see her working out, to see how hard she was burning. “Impossible…” was the only word I managed to whisper. Holding this pose for 10 seconds Carol let the dumbbells and weighted chains fall to the concrete floor and instantly got herself into a push-up position. Still breathing rapidly she did 50 push-ups in less than 40 seconds and paused. Her head came up and she requested: “Bring two of those 25-kilos plates and put them on my back” In a state of shock I carried one by one the heavy plates and laid them on her muscular back. God, they were not light at all, however, the extra weight made no difference to her stable horizontal form. Carol breathed in and out and continued her push-ups, now with 50 kilos of additional resistance. I admired her broad back, her muscled glutes, each part of her body was so extremely developed and full of glistering muscles. Meanwhile she was cracking rep after rep, 60, 70, 80 repetitions. At 90 she slowed down a bit, but her push-ups maintained a perfect form. I tried to think of how many of them could I do, maybe 30 or 40, but this muscle girl was doing 3 times this much, having an extra load on her back. At 100 she held her arms straight, her head came up again and she murmured between rapid breath “Put… two more plates… make it 100 kilos” Shaking my head I said uncertainly “Sure? Wouldn’t it be too much?” Her eyes flashed “Please, put more weight… I want to show you.. what my body is capable of…” Astonished I rested another two plates, 25 kilos each, carefully on the ones she already had on her back and stood right in front of her. Impressively, it didn’t affect her position. Carol proceeded to do push-ups, looking straight at me. My mouth was open, how is it to perform so many of them with such an extra weight? Her arms, pumped from the previous dumbbell-workout, were lowering and bringing her body up rhythmically like pistons. I looked at her pecs, they were getting red and standing further out of her body mass, the gap between them increased to 3 inches deep, all the muscle striations on them were prominent. She was getting slower now, at 130 Carol grinned her teeth and began to grunt each time she straightened her arms. At 140 sweat started to drop from her forehead to the floor. The rep 149 was very measured, her face full of determination. As I counted 150 Carol paused again, her massive arms trembling. Now she was in this push-up position for almost 5 minutes, not only holding it, but doing push-ups with such a heavy weight on her back. Hell, she was strong. I could see from my side, that her abs cubes became even more prominent and were bulging, each of her upper cubes probably the size of my fist now. Huge pecs taking more and more space beneath her, each time Carol was in the lowest point of her push-up they scratched the floor leaving marks of her sweat. Her sport-bra, struggling to hold all the growing and billowing pectoral mass, stretched even more. With her eyes on me she was saying something between grunts. I came closer to be ready to take the weights off, because they were quite heavy for me to do it in a quick motion. Her words hit me like a punch “Add more weight…” Being hypnotized I questioned “How?..” Somehow I was certain she was about to finish at the mark of 150 extremely weighted push-ups. “Put… arghhh…4 more plates and make it… 200 kilos…nghhhh…” How could she demand more? Her figure was trembling in shakes. Almost unconsciously ran I to the weight stack. I had to do it four times as the plates were too heavy for me to carry at least two of them at once. At the moment I stabilized all the plates on her broad back, her incredible musculature transfixed me again, her insane V-shape, her shredded lower back muscles connecting to the over pumped glutes, which got bigger now. I could hardly recognize the thin lines of her black thongs, as they were completely engulfed by the massive meat of her buttocks, covered in veins. Biting her lower lip and starring at the floor, wet of her own sweat, Carol somehow managed to take control over her shuddering and, to amazement, continued to perform steady push-ups of perfect form, now with 200 kilos of an extra weight! I have never thought this is human possible. The feat of strengths she was doing right in front of me simply couldn’t be accepted by my mind. I stood there and watched, and kept counting in whispers: 158… 165… 172… At the rep number 180 her shuddering worsened and it took her 10 seconds to go down and up with an immense weight on her back this time. She was now crying, tears mixing with the sweat, her body racked by sobs as well as the spasms of her amazing muscles. I thought she was going to stop and fall at every rep, but she kept going, growling after each of the successful stretching of her hugely pumped arms. Performing the 187’s rep Carol threw her head to the sides couple of times, as if protesting to give up. “Grrr…c’mon girl…” she grunted loud. A spray of sweat scattered from her hair, and, with a terrible shudder, she gradually completed the push-up and then two more in the same manner. I noticed that her nipples were now not less than 2 inches long, bulging from the sport-bra, which was so tight that its edges were not able to cover much of her impossibly huge pectoral mass, even when she breathed out. God, I have never seen such a big nipples on a person, the material of her bra was totally wet and stretched to its limits. During the 190’s rep I expected her to collapse at any second. It took Carol more than 15 seconds to finish it in agony. She was clearly in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, her pecs, covered in veins as thick as my fingers, were fighting for space pushing her arms further apart. Her head came up again, such a pretty young face full of effort and determination; she was trying to say something through the sobs. I honestly thought and hoped she was going to ask me to take the plates off, but she whispered: “Get… on…uughhhh… get on my… back…” Part 3 … I honestly thought and hoped she was going to ask me to take the plates off, but she whispered: “Get… on…uughhhh… get on my… back…” I was simply astonished. “What?!... How…” I exclaimed. I wasn’t able to put it all together in my head. Her massive arms trembling, holding her body in this position for almost 10 minutes now, with incredibly heavy extra weight on her back, performing push-ups. Yet she wanted more, she wanted to make it even harder, to overcome the highest peaks of exhaustion and to continue doing push-ups, increasing the weight and making it even more difficult. Carol’s face showed pain and determination. I stood still and could not make a move, shocked by the whole scenery in front of me. The muscled angel repeated between sobs “Do it for me… get on… step on my… glutes…” Her voice quivering, but also full of confidence. Being in a dreamy state, I obeyed and carefully transferred my bodyweight onto her ripped mass placing my feet on the most muscular ass I ever seen. “Ngghhhaaaaaghh…” she exhaled from deep inside and, to my amazement, managed to keep her shredded figure straight and steady. I felt her rock-hard glutes with my feet, there was no chance to dent or affect them with my 80 kilos body weight at all. They were also covered in her sweat, which was streaming from almost all the edges of her pumped body. “Hold on…” she gasped and after couple of quick breath we began to descent. I leaned forward and put my hands on the plates in order to stabilize myself. There was a big mirror in front of us on the wall. I imagined how Carol, being alone in the basement after her cruel workout, flexes and admires her muscles, her insane physic. Now the mirror was reflecting a huge muscle monster touching the floor with a pair of oversized pecs, hell this girl is unreal. “Aaaghhhyessss…” she cried at the bottom and then we went up agonizingly slow, at the half way up Carol suddenly paused, caught my look and, oh god, she opened her mouth and licked her lower lip in an exceptionally sexy way. Parallel I felt a push. Carol flexed her colossal buttocks more and I got higher another inch. She lifted me higher by the sheer power of flexing her inhuman glutes, held me there and completed the 191st weighted push-up with a gut-wrenching groan. Layers of muscle stitches of her ripped glutes supported me. In awe, I witnessed Clara performing another four push-ups in a slow, determined way, crying in efforts and grunting hard. Yet the sounds she made were extremely feminine and sexy. Carol did the next two push-ups huffing, roaring like an animal and went abruptly down for the 198th. It took her unbelievable arms and pecs muscles more than a minute to perform this one and lift us up again. I marvelled every muscle group of her extreme physic. Her gigantic arms were probably thicker than my waist! Cords of muscles in her back formed deep canyons, full of sweat. Her glutes were now two big beefy plates, pulsating with veins, her behemoth thighs casting huge shadows on the concrete floor. Meanwhile she was concentrating on something. Carol bitted her lip, her eyes rolled up, uncovering more of her eye-whites “Ngghhhaaarrr…” I rose higher another half an inch. Oh god, she flexed her butt muscles more! Impossible, every muscle I could see bulged and sprang into sharper definition. Her whole body shaking wild, she managed to hold this position for 5 seconds and then her arms gave up and we collapsed to the floor, landing on her pecs and thighs. She had no more strength left, sobbing and huffing like an animal Carol was murmuring something “Mgha… Nghash… gee… step… step off… please…” I hurried and did so. Finally, she reached her limit and, probably the limit of any human being in a weighted push-ups marathon. I had a strange new feeling, even witnessing this incredible workout, I was somehow disappointed she did not make it to 200. Carefully grabbing the highest 25-kilo plate, I began to take it off in order to dismount all of them one after another. But Carol yield at me loud “No!...” I stepped aside in shock. “Don’t… please… I’m not done… yet…my pecs need… to burn… more… I want to show you… how hardcore they really are… nghhh” Impressively, her voice was soft like silk now and it seemed she dedicated all her efforts to me at that moment. Laying on her pecs and thighs Carol put her exhausted arms along her body and gripped her still pulsating glutes in each of her hands, her fingers naively trying to dent the muscles harder than stones. I sat directly in front of her when she said, “Watch this… mmmmm…” I will never forget what happened next. Carol began to flex her massive pecs. Hard, and then harder. They erupted with crazy amount of definition and, incredibly, they began to push her body and the eight 25-kilo plates on her back skyward again, whilst her whole frame shook violently. Screaming shrilly, her man-shaming pectoral muscles were working as jack-lift when you need to change a wheel in your car. Totally exhausted, she called on reserves which I thought a human being couldn’t possible have and it occurred to me, Carol was doing her 200th rep not with her arms but with her pecs! Which were now outgrowing any known limits of size, becoming illegally huge, so big I could not recall anything close to their size on man or woman. So huge, that only some cartoonists were brave enough to draw something similar in their fantasies. The only thing was: these ripped pectorals belonged to the most muscular girl I’ve ever seen and she was here, for real in this gym-basement in front of me. By flexing them, Carol lifted herself 2 and a half inches higher and was still going for more. “ARRRRRGH…” Her eyes were on fire; her sport-bra was not able to contain such a mass anymore. I heard a cracking sound and the material broke in pieces. Oh god, she has just flexed out of her clothes! Her thighs left the floor as Carol kept pushing herself higher. The immense muscle orbs of her pecs were nearing the size of basketballs each. Gardens of veins running over them, waterfalls of sweat falling down from their edges. These two mammoth pistons were stretching her skin more and I doubted whether they could belong to a human being, yet to such a beautiful young girl. How could she do this to herself? How many hours did she spend working on her enormous chest to make it reach such a condition? When her pecs gained 7 inches in height Carol hold the flex. I grabbed the timer and by pushing a button began to measure this madness. 15… 25… seconds, her nipple-placement was very extreme now, they were hanging in the air under the first two abs cubes parallel to the floor, guided a bit to the sides. They were not less than 3 inches long and as thick as my thumbs! At 50 seconds her face was getting redder, veins from all directions were going to her chest in order to pump more blood to them. Her eyes rolled back on me. “Bring… the barbell… from the bench-press… ugghhh…hurry up…” What does she have in her crazy mind? I rushed to the far corner of the basement and in couple of seconds stood back with the 20-kilo empty metal stick. Still holding her chest fully flexed, Carol looked down at her pectoral meat and roared like an animal couple of times. Incredibly, bit by bit they started to separate and formed a bigger gap among each other. She breathed out “Insert the end… arrgghh… between my… boobies” Damn, she called these muscle pythons “boobies”. Protesting with my head moving slowly from side to side, I obeyed and put the end of the barbell where this shaking muscle queen wanted, directly into the newly formed opening in her enormous chest. Carol clenched her pecs again, secured the bar at the 45-degree angle to the floor and proceeded grunting, “Be ready… to put… every 30 seconds… nghhhaaarr… 25-kilo… on the other end…Mghhaa… Start!” Being not anymore in control of my motions and actions, I gathered the plates nearby and added the first one at the 30 seconds mark. “AAARRGHHH… YESSS…” She shook and screamed through tears, but managed to hold the barbell firm. The strain on her pecs might be enormous by now. Not only was she holding herself on the fully flexed chest muscles with 200 kilos on her back, but was also pushing her inner pectoral cords to grip the metal stable. Carol’s muscle lust was insatiable. Watching her trembling and shaking I increased the weight on the far end of the barbell to 50 kilos at the 1 minute mark. Her head came up and she whispered between sobs “Look at my… pecs… do you… like them…?” I responded, “Hell girl, you are incredible”. With one hand, denting harder into her left glute Carol dug deeper between her ass- muscles with the fingers of her other, found the tinny line of her thongs and ripped them, releasing her pussy fluids. With a loud splosh they landed beneath her. “Mmmm… I will burn myself… to the limit… for you… nghaa…” She was shredded beyond believe, her nipples got almost 4 inches in lengths and, unbelievably, were scratching her fist-sized upper abs-cubes. With my hands trembling, I reached for the next 25-kilo plate… Part 4 With my hands trembling, I reached for the next 25-kilo plate at the 90 seconds mark to add it to the metal bar, which was sticking out from Carol’s huge chest. Her condition was truly insane now. She was roaring hard between breaths. I was so impressed by the sight of her ripped pecs, they were now casting their own shadows on the floor. Her face full of sweat and tears showed she was going through a hell of arousal and agony, holding this unbelievable flex for over one and half a minute already. Supporting her body and so much extra weight by the sheer power of shredded vascular chest. When the third plate joined the others, the whole torture for the grip strength of her extremely flexed and veiny pecs reached 95 kilograms, including the weight of the bar. At that moment, her feet began to leave the floor and the weighted end of the bar sank lower to the floor. With 200 kilograms centred on her back, she had simply too much weight on the front now. Carol’s exhausted mind had somehow realized the misbalance, her biceps bulged more and she pressed harder on her glutes, literally pressing her lower body to the floor, in order to maintain the stability of her position. Her triceps muscles sprang and showed more definition. “Mghhhaaa…” her red face expressed a rigid determination. I looked at the sheer width of her back, it was so shocking that the eight plates seemed to me tiny, comparing to her over-developed back. Her ultra-shredded pecs stood in a lake of her sweat, veins as thick as my fingers ran over them, pulsating wildly. With my jaw dropped, I marvelled these huge slabs of rippling meat. Then my look went to the pair of painfully erect 4 inches long nipples, which were now pressing hard on her grapefruit-sized abs cubes. Her serratus and obliquus stood in remarkable definition. All I could see was layers of thick and corded muscles, her angelic face and her eyes wide open in tears of efforts, telling a story of unreal suffering. Carol was shuddering fit to bust, but was trying to say something, in a tiny voice. I leaned closer to hear it, and caught the sweet smell of her body and felt the heat radiating from her over-worked muscles. "Please… no more plates… unghhfff… grrr… I want you to… mhhhfff… hang from the end of the bar…" she was asking in a tremulous voice. What was she thinking? She was in a state I expected her to fall abruptly in any second, and yet she wanted more, more torture for her two pec-blocks of solid muscle. In addition, 80 kilograms more to be held distant by her muscular pecs. I looked again at the notches and veins squirming in the deep groove between her meaty pectorals. “Please… do it… ngha… try to rip… my pecs” she whispered sexily catching her breath in between her huffs and grunts. Fully shocked I obeyed, encircled my hands over the sticking end of the bar and slowly lifted my legs off the floor. “Nggggaaaa!!…. Uhfff… Mhhh…” Deep animal scream came from Carols exhausted lungs. This feat of strengths almost made me faint. Carol took short quick breaths, squeezed her meaty pecs even harder and managed to hold all the weight there! Her shuddering doubled as she forced her body and especially her pectoral flesh to the absolute limit of its capabilities and endurance. She pressed harder on her glutes with her arms to compensate the overweight on the front. Her stamina was incredible. After many minutes of weighted push-ups and ever-increasing efforts of self-torture, her almost inhuman determination demanded more from her incredible muscles. Seconds passed, Carol’s face reddened extremely; more finger-sized veins appeared to travel on her monstrous chest. She focused her eyes on me and shook violently like an earthquake couple of times. I looked down and saw additional streams of her juices on the floor, right under her ripped midsection and bulging thighs. Oh, god, she was orgasming! Tears of exhaustion, pleasure and pain were running down her young cheeks. Slowly but surely, the bar and me began to descent to the horizontal position. Her teeth clenched, her jaw jutting out, her eyes wide and looking in mine. Carol roared loud and stopped us from going down, but only for a couple of seconds before slowly, very slowly, we began to move down again. She threw everything she had into her shredded but already so exhausted muscles. Her pecs didn't give up all the way, managing to keep the descent at a very measured pace until my feet touched the ground. Then she collapsed abruptly to the floor, fully wet in her sweat and juices. Luckily, Carol managed to stabilize her frame and all the extra weight with her hands on the floor. The hyper-vascular pecs gave all they could, and were still trembling hard. Finally, they released the metal bar. Even unflexed they were the biggest blocks of ripped pectoral meat I’ve ever seen. Her nipples so long and thick that they were probably larger than some male cocks. All her colossal muscles quivered. Seeing her sobbing and crying, I moved the metal bar to the side and started to dismount the 25-kilo plates from her wide and insanely muscular back, one after another. When I finished my arms hurt of these unusual efforts. I couldn’t take my eyes away from Carol’s impossible physic. I watched Carol’s back heave with bulging muscle as she moaned on the floor. Her breathing telling a story of extreme exhaustion, like after running a marathon. Carol’s huge figure was still trembling in chaotic shakes; the waves of her super muscle orgasm were hanging in the air. After only 20 seconds of laying in this position, Carol braced her tired hands and slowly managed to stand straight. Her eyes met mine; she bitted her lower lip and flexed at first her right pec, then her left and then both of them together couple of times. Huge masses of flesh moved gradually up and down. “Look… ughhh… at them…” she breathed out heavily. These were the biggest pec-muscled I have ever seen, so ripped, so shredded. During this controlled and measured flexing her pec-meat rolled and contracted, showing insane definition of each corded muscle stitch. Her 4-inch erected nipples had nothing to do but point straight down towards the floor, because of the painful musculature of her bloated chest. Carol’s waist was quite small, compering to her over muscled upper and lower body. It complemented her dreamy V-shape very well. Her beefy abs in the mid-section were extremely huge. They looked like a stack of big oranges, ripped and striated, and her serratus and obliquus stood in great prominence. My eyes widened, she didn’t have an eight pack, she had two rows of five meaty cubes. Her sweat ran on the underside of her pectoral monsters and then was dropping down to her middle set of abs, continuing to stream further down on her 4th and then on her last 5th pair of abdominal blocks. Even this last pair, which I had no idea how hard are to develop, were standing firm and the separation between them was at least one and a half inch deep. The drops of her sweat were traveling further down and, mixed with her pussy-juices, ran over her colossal legs. Carol didn’t let me to marvel her naked body more in this standing position, still trembling from her insane workout and without giving herself even a slightest break, she moved to another part of the basement where I noticed a pull-up bar with some strange pieces of weights lying on the floor beneath it. When she walked her quads caught my attention, so ripped they were, probably the most muscular thighs I’ve ever seen in my life. Three thick bulges of hard muscles hanged out from her legs, overshadowing her knees. They twitched and flexed with every movement she made. The condition of Carol’s ass was simply unbelievable; all the striations in her glutes made me think of hours and hours of impossible tuff workouts, she went through in order to build such a bottom. Moreover, she reached such a shredded condition before going in her 20s. When Carol reached the far corner of the basement she made a double biceps pose, looked back and asked, breathing out in her voice full of notes of exhaustion after her incredible chest workout, “Are you up for some… pull-ups?” Holly crap, her hands were caressing the veiny bulges of the biceps peaks. I nodded but could not believe, is she going to move to pull-ups without any brake? There was a small steel movable ladder with only three steps under the pull-up bar. Why was it there? Can’t Carol simply jump, as far as the bar hung not that high? “I also want to show you how strong… my abs muscles are… and I will need your help here” I came closer to her and was awkwardly standing there, mesmerized by this muscle queen. Meanwhile she took a big 20-kilo weighted belt and adjusted it on her waist. There was a short but thick metal chain with a big hook attached to its end. She came closer to a set of four 50-kilo plates, which were bounded together, spread her massive legs, applied a half-sit-up position and connected the hook of her weighted belt to this colossal weight. I watched in awe as this shredded muscle girl grunted and managed to straighten her legs, lifting all the weight from the floor. Then, walking in small steps, she reached the steel ladder, the weight swinging between her over-muscled leg-pillars. Step by step she mounted to the highest point of the it, her quads and calves bulging extremely with each of her movement, as she had to constantly transfer all the weight from one leg to another in this weird elevation. Then Carol raised her hands, grabbed the bar and lifted her feet completely from the floor! “Please… move the ladder away” Her face full of determination, her eyes focus, but the most extreme: she was hanging from the bar with 220 kilograms of extra weight! When I dragged the ladder to the side, she raised her feet together, so now her body was in pike position with her legs hanging horizontal. The huge abdominal blocks sprang to life. They had a crazy definition, each cube stand separately, with fat veins running over them. Carol developed her abs muscles so impossibly hard, that the small canyons between them were at least one and a half inch deep. Her thigh muscled bulged more, creating craters of muscle cords! What came next made my jaw drop. Carol looked me in the eye and requested, “Please… count…” Then her biceps and back muscles flexed and she heaved herself upwards, performing a pull-up of a perfect form. She hasn’t stop till her swollen pecs pressed the bar, and only after that she went down in controlled manner. “Ughh… come on…” her look landed back on me and I exhaled “One…” Part 5 I marvelled at Carol’s extreme physic. Her body ripped and shredded to the core, glistering in streams of her sweat. Breathing heavily, she was ready for the second rep of her unimaginably cruel pull-up workout. Muscles radiating with impossible strengths flexed harder when she heaved herself, plus the 220 kilograms of extra weight, attached to her poor waist upwards for the second time. When she was at the apex of the rep, I looked in awe at her screaming biceps and my eyes nearly jumped out of my skull: Carol’s peaks bulged more, showing muscles on top of muscles wriggling with veins underneath practically semi-transparent, tissue-paper thin skin. “Ugnghhhaaa…” she groaned, bushy ropes of vascularity spread across the bulges of her thick, head-separated biceps muscles, amplifying the tops of her magnificent, monstrously developed arms with an inch thick, pulsing veins. I swore I could hear the blood pulsating and running rush in those fat arteries of the most musclular girl I have ever seen, or ever imagined. I whispered “Two…” and focused on her superb stomach muscles, when Carol went up for the third weighted pull-up. Hanging from the bar with her legs in this jack-knife position, her abs-wall created two-inch deep grooves that delineated and separated her horrifyingly cut, blown out abdomen, which looked like 10 swollen ripe oranges, packed under a thin skin of hers. Three… four… five… unbelievable, with her teeth clenched Carol was performing pull-up after pull-up. Six… seven… the rippling meat-cleavage of her colossal pecs was driving me crazy each time the top of her chest slammed the metal pull-up bar, accompanied by an animalistic grunt from Carol’s beautiful face. Her expression was now distorted by pain of these huge efforts. Eight… nine… the rep number ten was slower than the others, again I saw tears in the corners of her eyes, her mouth formed an O-shape and agonizingly slow she finished the 10th rep, instantly dropping to a hanging position with her immense arms fully stretched. Somehow, she managed to hold the grip with her hands, the massive attached weight was trying to bring her down, yet her sculped body of a female Adonis fought all the gravity constants. Carol’s will power was something out of this world; I could not comprehend how was she still able to go on, after working out so hard and in such crazy way, pushing her crying in pain muscles over all the known limits. I came closer and said “Ten! You’re incredible; I cannot believe you are this strong!” Catching her breath, Carol looked down at me, bit her upper lip and said “I’ve… just… ssss… started… mmmmh… Do you… want to see… ngha… how strong my… mmmmh… muscles really are…?” Refusing to accept my luck, I began to shake my head chaotically up and down. “Attach those two chains from the floor… to my ankles…” As if in a dream I obeyed, picked up a 25-kilo chain with a special ring in the middle, which was foreseen to be put over her ankles with a kind of a lock to firmly tighten the ring over her feet. Gawd it was heavy, Carol’s raised legs were at my head level and when I was about to lift the first chain completely from the floor, struggling with its weight, she gasped at me “No… not this one… take… the 50-kilo one… arghh… hurry up… please…” My eyes widened, I released the “light” chain and braced myself to lift the fat massive 50-kilograms chain she wanted. I could not drag it up; it was too much weight for me to lift completely from the floor to the level of her hanging legs. “To heavy… I can’t” I had to say. Carol shook her massive frame and murmured “Attach two small ones… two to each ankle… pfghaaa…” It took me almost half a minute to complete the task; I secured each of the chain’s ring under her huge bulging calves. Carol was now hanging for over 5 minutes with 220 kilograms swelling massively under her ripped glutes, and 4 chains, 25-kilo each were firmly attached to her parallel to the floor feet. At the very moment I stepped back her legs went down. It was not a surprise; no way could she hold that much in this agonizing position. What came next made me fall to my knees. Carol roared and lifted her legs, knees straight, up to the horizontal and then down back to vertical, performing a jack-knife exercise with so much extra weight! She repeated this a further ten times, her pace slowing and her face reddening more and more as the gruelling exercise progressed. I was amazed at her stamina; the 10-pack of her abdominal has gotten 2 inches in depth, each and every perfectly shaped abs cube. I could completely insert a finger in between those massive slabs of abs-meat. “Nghaa… fuck… more… muscles… grow...!” she yield at her inhuman stomach-blocks in her insane efforts, lifting her legs up and down, performing the exercise in a perfect form. Each time the huge flesh of her thighs and calves rose, her back would arch slightly and her man-shaming pecs would seemingly expand in my direction. Her stomach developed wild cords of muscles at each side, whilst ridges of radiating she-beef pushed out, fighting for space. I was simply transfixed by this young muscle beast! How strong her abs has to be to crack rep after rep, furiously lifting 100 kilograms. “I’ll burn my muscles… to the limit… for… you… nghaa…” Gawd, I gasped as her back expanded like a cobra's hood, thick sinewy arms pushed further apart to accommodate her bulging lats. Carol’s chest rose by inches with the incredible efforts her exhausted body was performing, pectorals squeezed tighter together as she adjusted her rippling arms on the hanging bar, her eyes on fire looking at me. As if I was her main motivation to rip her over-developed physic to shreds. After another ten leg raises, she was slower than she had been at first but she obviously was not ready to stop yet. “Mggghhhhaaaa…” With a look of wild concentration on her face, Carol continued to pump those tree-trunk legs up and down, knees locked straight; sweat running down in streams over her bulging muscles. Her colossal abdominals, visibly more pumped-up now than before, writhed in a shaman dance beneath her smooth skin, pumping and pumping the big weight up and down. By twenty-five reps, tears were running down her cheeks, she was groaning in torment at each lift, yet still she continued. With a deep animalistic breathing, her pecs were rising higher than before. Instead of looking straight down, the edges of her 4-inches long nipples appeared to point straight forward, as she arched her back more. The behemoth young muscle girl looked down at her chest. Her face was in pain but I could read in them satisfaction of a weird kind. She was pleased with the size and rock-hardness of her bursting muscular pecs and stuck her tongue out, licking the upper surface of her mammoth veiny chest. The twenty-sixth lift was obviously a terrible effort, yet she managed to continue. I had never seen anyone push himself or herself so hard as this muscle-girl. Her abs-muscles were bulging so extremely hard, that the skin on them had started to become translucent. More fat veins appeared on them. Veins were running even on the discs of her nipples! Moreover, the nipples themselves were becoming more erect by the moment, pointing at my direction! Carol was gasping and screaming but continuing this impossible exercise. I really thought that she must finish at 26, judging by the state she was in, but over the next minute I gaped in amazement as she pushed herself beyond any thinkable reasonable limits, achieving more leg lifts, each more astonishing than the last. The 220 kilograms of additional weight attached to her waist was swelling in chaotic movements under this muscle beast, as she was shaking ever worse. At thirty, her whole body was trembling like a leaf as she hauled her legs upwards, with a gut-wrenching groan. Sweat mixed with her pussy juices was dripping from the chain to witch the heavy plates on her V-shaped waist were attached, her teeth gritted with the effort. She managed two more reps like this, each slower than the last. “Huff… fuuuck… so… heavy… so much… nghaa… look how hard… I can push my abs… for you…” her popping eyes came on me and she began the rep 33 in a terribly slowness, it took 15 seconds of eye-rolling effort to get those bulging legs up, yet she did it! At the top of this rep, she astounded me by holding her legs up instead of lowering them. Her face was a picture of agony and tears, her body shaking increasingly by the second as she fought to maintain this amazing demonstration of strength and endurance. Five, ten seconds, somehow she was holding it! “Grrrhhaaa… look at my abs…” they had become the biggest cubes I have ever seen on man or woman. Being in this agonizing state Carol rolled her abs slowly, making each block radiate with more power! I could not resist shamelessly admiring their cobblestone perfection as each brick of abdominal development took its moment of prominence on her swollen, coconut-sized columned tree of midsection. Even from where I stood, I could see the corded ridges of her abdominal muscles vibrating violently, as she hang there holding all the weight. Carol was saying something in between grunts and sobs of effort. These were the words that blew my mind completely “Ghaa… get… on… get on… my legs… please…” she said between gritted teeth. I obeyed in a state of dreamy astonishment and, using a ladder climbed on this massive, screaming in pain of insane efforts beautiful young muscle girl, resting my ass on her legs, right above her ankles , adding my 80 kilograms of weight to the impossible punishment her abs was going through. Instantly we dropped couple of inches and I thought we were going to fall. But Carol managed to stop the lowering of her legs, tensing her abs cubes even more! Her exhausted orbs of she-beef were now holding an insane weight of 180 kilograms! She took in a deep breath, threw her head back and began a long, agonised scream, her legs rising slightly with me as she threw last reserves of strength into this battle of will, restoring the perfect horizontal position. Gawd she was huge! I rested my hand on her colossal thighs in order to stabilize myself as her skin was wet and slippery of the sweat. My fingers grabbed the bulging meat of her upper legs, each muscle stich was so huge, hard and swollen that I had a feeling of holding a big roots in my hands. She breathed in and at that I thought the toaster-sized pectorals would have burst out of her skin. Carol’s 4,5-inches erect nipples were pointing right at my face! As the seconds ticked by, the shuddering of her body increased and she began to arch her back, all the time sobbing and growling in her impossible effort to hold us there, maintaining the position. A feeling of unreality creeped over me. All this was like some kind of bizarre dream. How hardcore this amazing muscle girl would go? Losing the last pieces of my reasonable mind, I let the situation take me over and shouted at her “Show me more! This is not enough, I want to see how strong you really are, push this pussy muscles harder!!” with that I dropped my pants and began to masturbate, sitting on top of those slabs of she-beef. A deep guttural growl left her mouth “Arhhhhh…. Yeeeeessss…!” she stuck her tongue out, her yes rolled into her skull and I heard a splash of pussy juices landing on the wet floor! Fuck, she was cumming! “This… is… for… you… nghhaaaaa…!” As if it was not enough of a strain to hold her legs up in this position with 100 kilograms of extra weight and me on them, never minding the 220 kilograms of metal suspended from her waist, her exhausted biceps began to heave us up. She was preforming a pull-up!!! Crazy. Her pecs pressed the bar, she lowered us and started the next one. In disbelief I watched as this muscle girl began to do pull-ups for reps with all in all 400 kilograms of additional weight supported by her insanely ripped body! Five… seven… ten… thirteen…, this was not human possible, but Carol was doing it, constantly cumming all the time. After the 15th rep, she stopped and lowered herself slowly until her elbows were bent at a right angle, her biceps bulging like never before, veins as thick as two fingers running over them. Each biceps had a well-defined and shredded head, and then another peak over that head! These huge pieces of she-flesh were not smaller than 29 inches in circumstance. I screamed at her “More…! Is this all you can do with those small muscles of yours?… show me more…!” Her head came up, she looked my in the eye and asked in a trembling sexiest voice I have ever heard “Are you… ready for… this…?” her face reddening more full of determination. I nodded, the sound of her abdominal muscles snapping loudly under the strain was driving me crazy. I could not believe she was about to make it any more difficult in her extreme dedication of muscle lust. Maintaining her flexed hanging position with her tired biceps, Carol began to scream like a banshee and unbelievably, she let go the bar with one of her hands, now holding us only with the sheer power of her half-curled right arm! I nearly lost conscious, witnessing this extreme feat of strengths. Holy fuck, how could she be this insanely ripped! “Unghhhhaaaaa…!” More tears ran on her cheeks. Mouth agape I stopped jerking off and looked at her right biceps, a third peak on top of the peak on top of the head of her bulging she-meat pushed the size of her flexed arm to unthinkable 32 inches in circumstance! I thought it is going to burst through her paper thin skin every second! Shaking badly but hanging there only by her half-curled right arm with all this extra weight Carol flexed her left biceps, caressing the top of it with her fingers, so huge it was, and brought it closer to her face, muscles fighting for space with her immense pecs. She licked the peak of it with her tongue! I could not believe what I was seeing. Then she uncurled the flexed and, still hanging by one arm, began to gently touch her shredded chest with her left hand, tracing the muscle stitches and bringing her fingers closer to her 5-inches erect nipple, throwing her head from side to side in pain and pleasure of this impossible effort. Then she whispered in her trembling voice “Look… how hard… I’m burning for you… mhhhaa…” she flexed her abs more and the grooves between them deepened to 3 inches! Fingers of her left hand caressed one of her big nipples, then the other and then she lowered her hand to travel over her radiating 10-pack, tracing every muscle cube. I was speechless, alternative my look from the ready to explode biceps of her right arm to the journey of her left arm’s fingers, which were going ever lower. It hit me like a lightning when her fingers encircled my cock. Her touch was incredibly gentle, as if she was not suffering of insane efforts holding all this weight with only one curled arm! Her condition was crazy, shaking insanely she began to softly jerk me off and murmured through sobs of incredible pain “Mmmmhh… my… nipples… squeeze them…” I did so and to my amazement they were longer and fatter than my cock! This girl was incredible. With all my power I started to masturbate her long nipples, desperately trying to bend them, but they were oh so hard! Carol gasped and gasped, losing her breath, her over-sized right biceps began to uncurl, more splash of her pussy juices landed on the floor. I saw her abdominals bulging insanely from her belly, looking like they were about to burst through the glossy, shuddering skin! Her thigh muscles looked amazing as they curved steeply from knee to hip, feathered with engorged veins. Carol’s right arm was fully stretched now, I marvelled the grip strength of hers, but expected us to fall every moment. Her body convulsed with the terrible effort. She was roaring wild. Instead of falling to the ground, we were moving slightly higher as her back muscles continued to arch her body ever further back. Minutes passed since I got on her legs and still Carol’s body was racked by her self-inflicted torture. Her lungs almost empty from screaming, somehow she held the awful tension in her right biceps, legs and endured the agony in her stomach, as she commanded her body to challenge the impossible by sheer force of will. With the fingers of her left hand going gently and fast up and down my cock, she whispered “Watch this… and come… for me…” she drew in a huge lungful of air and held it, her pectorals looking like they were about to burst from her skin, I jerked her nipples as they came closer to my face. Her man-shaming chest was thrust towards me, exploding with more definition. Her eyes were wide and bulging, her teeth locked in a grimace of agony. To my amazement, we began to rise, as she pulled up with her right biceps, which has grown to unthinkable 34 inches! “GRRRHHHAAAA…!” It must have taken enormous strength to pull the combined weight with 400 kilograms plus her own bodyweight upwards with her exhausted biceps, but we rose higher. She was doing an one-arm pull-up after all the cruel workout punishment she has went through! At the moment I saw her pecs being squashed against the bar, I came so hard that I fainted. When my senses came back to me, I found myself laying on the wet floor. I opened my eyes, looked up and saw Carol. She was still hanging from the bar by her right arm, 220 kilograms swelling heavily from her waist. Her bulging legs were now stretched in a perfect 180 degree agonizing split position, with two 25-kilo chains hanging from each ankle. With fingers of her left hand she was furiously jerking her huge clit… For more insane stories check https://www.deviantart.com/foker and patreon_dot_com/foker Cheers!

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Day 2 The Growing Berries The following morning was a bit of a surprise. I woke up feeling weird. My whole body was arching downwards for some reason. The bed felt extremely warm too. Like really hot. I got up to see that the bed was extremely crooked. Like a whole boulder was slammed onto the bed. Some of the wooden floor bedding was broken, the rest slightly cracked. I was in shock. There was only one bed so me and Jon were sharing the bed. That means! I towards the kitchen and I witness the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A huge, muscular figure was towering over me in the kitchen, with his back facing towards me. I must have been so small that he didn’t notice me at all. It looked like Jon from the back. I was amazed. He was about 8 feet plus, with head nearly touching the ceiling. His muscular back stretching as far as half of my height. His rippling muscles pulsed with life with each movement. I could not see past his back as he was standing right infront of a counter. I tried to examine closer. It was pretty easy to do so as i could stand right behind him and he would not notice at all. He was completely naked. And oh boy is standing right behind him really testing my patience. His giant ass nearly engulfed my own head. His cock stretched all the way to his ankles. It was so thick that my own two hands would barely hold it together. It was leaking precum everywhere on the floor. His huge meaty nuts sagged all the way to his to his knees and slightly lower. His legs was lined with many veins. Each leg was so massive, it’s like a huge tree trunk. Each bicep is about the size of my own head. Arms slightly bigger than my body. His already huge stomach turned gigantic. It jutted so far away from his body he could rest it on the counter and topple anything in his way. It looked extremely hard to the touch. His pecs also jutted out far, but rested on top of his stomach. His trap reached halfway to his head. I tried my absolute hardest not to cum on that spot right there. I was literally about to faint. I wanted his body so badly now. He was way bigger than Fajar could ever be. Needlessly, he was extremely massive. I wanted to give him a light tap on the leg to get his attention. But his sudden movements accidentally led me to touching his massive cock instead. In an instant, he moaned in the deepest voice I've ever heard, followed by a spraying geyser of precum shooting out of his cock. Each spurt shot out litres of ropes onto the tables and floor. I had never seen so much liquid pouring out in my whole life. Litres and litres kept pouring out from his mammoth cock. His cock and balls kept on convulsing with each spurt of precum. The whole process took about 20 seconds to complete. The entire kitchen was scorching and it pungent with the smell of precum. Everything was soaked in precum but me. Not a single object in the kitchen was free from the new coat of manhood paint. Needless to say, I was wet. Jon took many deep breaths before calming down. He sat on the floor with one hand on his head and the other to support his beefy body. His eyes were still closed as he kept on breathing. I kept saying sorry. He kept shaking his head while trying to stabilize himself. Smaller spurts of precum leaked out from his cock. I did not know what to do. I was paralysed from shock. On one hand, I was extremely desperate to try to cling onto him and give him a passionate kiss. But on the other hand, I was scared and surprised. How did this even happen to him? I was scared that he could crush and kill me if he weren’t careful. After Jon finally relaxed a little bit, he got up acting all as if nothing had ever happened. I was still in shock, and he still acted like nothing had occurred. He even looked at me confused, like I was the crazy one. I asked him what the heck just happened with the most confused expression ever. He was very reluctant to at first. But he admitted it after a while. Apparently, after wanting to grow as huge as possible, he kept on working out until about midnight using Fajar methods. He still felt the energy from the native berry juice Fajar gave him, so he wanted to make use of it all. The effects wore off around midnight. After all the training he noticed how much he grew. But while working out, he just never noticed that he was growing all this time. It was jarring to him when he looked at the mirror. He thought a giant intruder had invaded the house. Looking back to see no one he fell to the floor amazed. He took a good look at his newfound body and stood proud. Afterwards he took a shower and went to bed. But he felt bad for breaking it. While listening to him I just admired his gigantic body. I just wanted to hug and lick his enormous belly and have his cock shoved up my butt. But I have to control myself. It was hard trying not to. But I had to. He told me he had cooked breakfast and that I can eat some. He was about to do a bit of working out before Fajar would call us for our daily activities. But looking at the kitchen, I’d rather starve. It seemed strange to me that Jon remained oblivious to the fact that I wanted him so badly. I needed to tell him that. But Fajar too was another eyecandy. I wanted both of them to be mine. Oh what to do in this trying time. After some time, Jon told me he was going to shower. He walked off in a strut to the toilet. Loud thumps can be heard with each step that he took. His dick swayed into the wind. Each step felt like a miniature earthquake. I could even see some of the smaller props jumping with each step. I wondered how much he weighs. The thought quickly got interrupted my stomach growls. I was still hungry. I needed to eat due to our next activities. I tried to find salvageable food from the kitchen. There was some bread and an apple in the cupboard. None of which had any ounce of precum on them. This was good enough. I took 2 slices of bread and the apple and treaded carefully in the cum stained kitchen back to the living room. While eating, I had been thinking a lot. About how big Jon was becoming. Fajar said that Jon was capable of growing a lot. But how much. It would seem that he wants to test that out. I’m not complaining. The bigger he gets, the better honestly. After finishing up my food, I headed into the room to try to prepare a new set of clothes for the day. While packing, I remembered that I needed to ask Jon to clean the kitchen. I’m not cleaning the mess that he made! It would take me years! And I didn’t even cause that. Well maybe I did considering I touched his cock by accident. As I approached the toilet, I heard small grunts and moans. Immediately I was disgusted and horny. Is he masturbating? Good grief, he just came like an hour ago. Then again it was only precum. But with that much pre with one touch, how much proper cum will burst out with rapid masturbation. Looking down, I saw a familiar liquid oozing out from beneath the toilet door. It was precum, slowly inching towards me. Bruh, I ain’t gonna let you destroy this house with your cum! Imagine the lawsuits… I knocked on the door and called for him. He was surprised and I heard a loud thump inside. He probably fell down. I felt sorry for a bit but I needed to stop this nonsense. “Yo Jon, I know what you’re doing.” I said. Flustered, he stuttered, “B-bro, stop it, having this b-big body is constantly making me h-horny. It’s embarrassing”. And with me being stupid as heck, I replied “Want me to help you with that?” I immediately realised my mistake and covered my mouth in horror. I could have said just kidding, but my want to stroke his cock in the bathroom led me to not say anything else. Needless to say, I heard a small ‘what’ before 10 seconds of silence, until I heard Jon stand up and open the door. I couldn’t see him, but he told me to come in. I took off my clothes, leaving me with my underwear on and just went in the bathroom. My jaw fell to the floor. I was in awe. He looked much bigger than before. Mind you, the toilets were very big. The entrance led to a large walkway. To the right was a shower, with glass walls around it. To the top left, A large hexagonal bath tub/jacuzzi was places. To the bottom left was a toilet bowl. It was a slightly long walk from the entrance to the other end of the toilet. And I saw the giant behemoth of a human being. Jon took up about 30% of the entire room. His muscles got bigger, he was taller and fatter. He had a giant roided belly. The amount of mass and size probably doubled from the morning. His traps spread far, reaching about half his head. His shoulders bulged intensely. His entire back spread as wide as I was tall, maybe slighter longer. His giant hefty pecs, as huge as beach balls, sagging downwards, only held up with his giant roid belly. His roid belly was as big as both pecs combined. His huge mammoth biceps was almost as big as his pecs. It was unbelievably huge. He was trying to hold the ceiling with his right hand. He wasn’t able to flex his arm properly. His bicep was so huge it fought for space with the rest of his giant arms, as well as his thick pecs and shoulders. His huge thick cock, erected upright reaching towards his head, twice as thick as my whole body, looked like it could engulf me instantly. His balls was so huge it fell on the floor. It took up so much space it his his legs as well. His thick legs was as thick as his back, to try to carry his giant body. He was also extremely hairy. Almost every surface of his skin was layered with thick black hair. His jaw, chest, armpits and pubic was the hairiest among them all. Large spurts of precum went spraying out of his cock. It created a pool of pre on the floor. Jon looked at me with an embarrassed expression. I told him it was absolutely fine. I immediately climbed up on his legs. It felt like climbing a huge wall. I grabbed onto his hairs to climb easier. Jon was wet and warm as well, from his pre and the hot shower water. It felt like an eternity to climb his giant body. I sat between his hefty stomach and gigantic cock. I rested on top of his furry pubic hairs. It was so long that tufts of his pubic hair that weren’t wet reached as high as my own height. I turned myself around, and started to climb his throbbing cock. Jon started to grunt a lot. His cock felt much warmer. More pre was spraying out of his cock. Climbing up, I held onto to the veins that were protruding from his cock. It felt like rock climbing, but hotter and wetter. I felt slight rumbling. Jon was groaning and moaning a lot. His hot sexy deep voice got me very hard. I kept on climbing higher. I saw more precum flowing from the hole. It looked like an active volcano that was ready to erupt. As I climbed higher, his moans grew louder and louder. Lots of pre flowed touch and touched me. My whole hand was covered by pre. As I finally reach to the cock head, my eyes reached to meet Jon’s eyes. His panting only grew stronger. I laid down onto his cock facing him. I began to rub his cock as fast as possible. As I continuously rubbed his pulsing cock, I kept wondering. Even though I was horny and wanted him to grow as big as possible. It is really worth it to make him grow. I mean, I’ve seen and probably caused other guys to grow too but this huge? Unbelievable! I also wanted to admit my feelings towards him. But like, I’m already jerking him off. Does this count? I’ve never done this before. Oh lordy am I dumb? I still tried to ask him though. Took me a while to repeat my questions cause his moanings were so loud. He eventually heard me. With as much as he could muster, “Y-you… thought I-I’d n-never knew… *gasp* I-It was very o-obvious… *pant* You d-didn’t hide i-it well”. I blushed like mad. “B-but it’s okay *groan*, I-I thought you were cute t-too *moan*. So what d-do you say, b-b-boyfriend… Wanna… *moan* m-make me cum?” And with that I knew exactly what to do. With as much force that I could gather, I began violently rubbing his massive cock as hard as I could. I rubbed, and rubbed while Jon moaned and groaned. The entire atmosphere was full of pure horny energy. He kept telling me to keep on rubbing, and it motivated me to rub harder. The room got way hotter than before. So much precum flowed onto my body. I was practically drenched in pre. The pre was about 2 feet deep. And the depth kept on increasing. As I felt the eruption coming soon, I began licking his massive cock. It was hard to due to the ever flowing precum. But i managed anyways. Afterwards, his body began to rumble a lot. The toilet was also starting to creak, like the whole room was cracking. He moaned and groaned louder, his voice deepening with each second. The rumbling from his moans rippled through the air. His body was beginning to grow more and more. His body was getting hotter and hotter. His muscles were getting thicker and thicker. Large amount of sweat being to pour from his body. I was starting to get buried by his growing hair. Huge amounts of muscle stacked and grew on him. His body grew violently, at a rate I didn’t knew could exist. His traps were growing higher and higher, reaching higher than his head. His back grew wider and wider, making his shoulders hit the walls of the toilet, cracking the walls like it was nothing. His body rested onto the back wall, crushing and breaking it too. His pecs heaved and swelled. It was growing faster than the rest of the body. I hear liquid sloshing from inside. His nipples were now slightly bigger than me. It leaked of milk. His roided gut kept on filling up with mass. Muscles and fats fighting to see which took up more mass in the stomach, causing his stomach to grow the fastest. His stomach and cock grew and fought each other as well to occupy the most space. Both parts, pushing each other as the swelled. He was sitting down by now. The floor creaking and breaking apart from the growing muscle monster. His giant balls swelled bigger and faster to keep up with his cock, resting on top of his massive legs. His legs, growing and smacked into one another. Both his legs were against both walls. As there was no space left to grow wider, they grew higher. I was utterly amazed at how much he was growing. The room was starting to get really hot. The smell of pre choked me. My vision began to blur as the lack of oxygen was getting to me. The room got darker as Jon almost outgrew the toilet. His back was crushing the walls apart. He was bending his legs as his feet was already resting on the front wall. His back arched as his head and traps rested on the ceiling. I began to panic. The room was collapsing. His entire body was beginning to engulf me. I thought I was going to die. The panicking did not help, as I kept on moving, triggering his growth more and more. His cock grew to meet his head. His head alone was as big as me. I could see he was in pain as he grew, but he was also enjoying it as well. He clenched his teeth and eyes as he kept on growing. He felt his precum splashing on his face. He opened his eyes to see me. He smiled, although he looked in pain and horny too. I was holding on to his massive cock head as a waterfall of precum was falling onto my body, completely drenching me in precum. Jon pushed his cock towards himself. I was so close to him. To surprised him, I immediately kissed his mouth. He was shocked, but completely fell to the kiss. We kiss harder and harder. The romantic tension heating up with body, causing his body to grow more and more. We got so distracted that we didn’t realise the building was breaking apart. The ceiling started to rupture. As that happened, we stopped kissing and Jon let out the biggest and deepest scream as he violently starts cumming. The sudden vibrations shocked me. It felt like an earthquake just occurred. I held on as gallons and gallons of cum rushed out like a geyser from his pulsing, tree sized cock. The force of the cum immediately flew me onto Jon’s face. I landed on his nose. I could not see anything. The amount of cum was too much. I was drowning in cum. The destruction of the house was even more obvious. Suddenly, I was knocked out. Everything felt like a blur. There was so much ringing in my ears. Did I die? Am I in heaven? I opened my eyes slowly, to see Fajar, carrying me and running somewhere. My peripheral vision was in such a blur. All I could see was his rippling pecs, his handsome face, looking distraught and scared, and my body, covered in rubble and cum. I tried to say something, but fainted after a while. I awoken again in some sort of infirmary. I saw fajar to my right, sitting down on a chair, looking down and worried. He looked up to see me awake. Shocked, he rushed up towards me. I asked where I was and he said that I was in the infirmary in the campsite. Apparently, Jon grew so huge he outgrew the whole house. I was damage from the destruction of the house and rushed here. Due to the house breaking down, Fajar sense danger and got the other students from my group to be sent to different groups for the rest of the trip. Jon was left in the area to stay there until Fajar can try to settle the problem. I was confused by what he meant, but I needed to see Jon. What happened to him? I told Fajar that I’m coming along with him. Surprisingly, he said yes instantly. I thought we would have at least some conflict. I barely recovered from my wounds. But whatever. We exited the infirmary, and wow was it quiet. We were still in our area of the camp, but no one was there. Guess that they already had moved to the different camp sites of the forest. I followed behind Fajar. I had a small limp and he was walking kinda fast. I could not see his face, but I could tell from his body language that something was off. I was kinda worried. Did Jon die? Was what we did together in the house cause a huge catastrophe. We headed to the direction of our house. As we headed closer, I could feel a really bad aura. I felt kinda uncomfortable. The air smelled like bad, and pungent. The ground felt wet, and sticky. It felt as though the area of forest was covered in… Cum… As we headed through, my suspicions came true. The musky smell intensified. The floor became sticker. There were a lot of broken rubble of the house around us. The fact that they were out this far while we still were a distance from the house means the force from the damage was extremely strong. I wanted to speak to Fajar. I wanted to ask him about what happened. But I just kept quiet. I couldn’t even mutter a single word. As we walked closer and closer, the road and grass was visibly stained with cum. I was disgusted, walking and trying to avoid any of it. But what caught my eyes were clusters of red berry looking fruits emerging from the ground. They weren’t here when we first arrived or the following day. In fact, the denser the cum in the field, the more fruits were being produced. And the bigger and redder the fruits become. “There must be something wrong here,'' I thought. When we arrived at the site, I was bewildered. I had seen big people in my life. Some of them I would even consider giants. But they do not match the grand appearance of what I had just witnessed. It was Jon. But he was gigantic. Truly he looked like a god. He was as big as the whole house that once stood there. He was resting on the ground, completely asleep. I could see him breathing so I knew he was dead. Fajar was staring at Jon with a blank expression. He then turned to me, still with the same expression. I was scared out of my life. I thought he was going to kill me for destroying the building. He saw my scaredness and smiled. Then he laughed. I quickly became confused. He patted my back with his left hand and extended his right arm out towards Jon. “Wow, I knew Jon could grow big, but I’d never knew he would be this big!” Yelled Fajar. “Why is that the only thing you're talking about? “What do you mean friend?” “Mate you blind??? Look what happened to him! He’s a giant, a hyper muscled giant! And we destroyed everything” “Oh I don’t mind. I actually have a lot of disposable income, I can get it fixed for y’all. I’m just glad to see my theory unfold!” “Oh word?” “Yeah word. But I was just worried that you died from the destruction. Jon must have been really horny today to grow that big.” “Huh?” “Yes?” “How did you know that being horny makes him grow?” “Well aside from the cum spilling all over the floor. It’s mostly due to the inscriptions of the past civilisation. But it is interesting to see the similarities between him and the ancestors, despite not being a descendent. I also need to ask you, where were you when this happened?” Suddenly I tensed up. I cannot let him know that I literally was the catalyst for this. Not outing myself out for any reason! “Well, I can’t seem to remember, must have gotten a minor concussion… Sorry Fajar” “Oh it’s alright. I’m sure I can solve the mysteries soon. All I need is time… I just want to understand my history you know. To be born not knowing where you come from. That your whole ancestry line just disappears from sight. That your bloodline is supposedly the prime of humanity and yet disappeared without many traces. I just needed to know…” The sudden change in mood was utterly surprising. But I could understand where he was coming from. I don’t really know my family tree either. But this is more drastic. Despite everything that happened. And all that happened was super weird, I wanted to help Fajar out. But we must address the main issue. What the heck are we supposed to do with Jon. How is he going to live a normal life now. I brought this issue up with Fajar. He said he could explain everything to Jon when he later wakes up. Which would take a while. Fast forward to about 5pm. Jon had finally woken up from his long sleep. While waiting for him, I took a massive shower to cleanse my body of every ounce of cum. Fajar called the forest rangers to clear up the mess, while bribing them to keep quiet. Seemed to work as there was no sudden news about this. We also brought native food for Jon to fill up his belly. Fajar told me he’d explain to me the purpose for these foods later. But nothing in these food would make him grow any bigger than he was. It was an utterly awkward dinner that happened. Me and Fajar was just eating regularly, and yet, the massive beast that sat across us, ate portions of food as big as us. It was also awkward as his mammoth cock was right in front of us. Jon had tried to use some piles of leaves from trees to cover it. A bit messy but that would do for now. I had no idea why Jon was so unfazed from everything that happened. Me and Fajar already accepted that this happened. The meal was awkward because we were eating with a giant. But it seemed that Jon was more awkward with the meal than boast, or be embarrassed or tried to hide his new enormous size. After eating we just sat down awkwardly. There was no conversation to be had, not a single noise was spoken. It was quiet. Even the forest fell silent seeing this. We all looked in different directions. I looked down to see the same berries that seem to grow with Jon’s cum. At least I thought it was. I asked Fajar what it was, you know, to strike a conversation. “Oh these berries. Well they were the ones that caused Jon to grow huge. But these berries have different effects depending on who eats them. Those with the aura of the ancestors are able to fully utilise the growth effects of the berries. Men without the aura might be able to grow from the berries, maybe not. But women are absolutely unable to grow from them. It might even poisonous to them. But I wanted to try to see how much Jon grows, due to his aura being way stronger than the actual ancestors. I discovered this quite a while ago. These berries barely appear. But my theory is that these berries were the reasons that they grow so huge. While my theory is correct. It still doesn’t answer everything. Like where does these berries come from? How did they get their properties? And what are the auras actually?” Me and Jon were intrigued. Especially me. This was the kind of adventure and mystery that I wanted to solve from this forest. I immediately gave my help to Fajar. “What?” “I want to help you solve this mystery” I replied. “I’m really flattered but we should carry on with our camp” “What camp, everyone is gone? I can still help you during the remaining of the camp days. I’ve always been interested in the forest anyways. We can also help Jon find a way to live a normal life. Somehow.” “Well if you insist, I guess I don’t mind a little bit of help.” And with that, our adventure to solve the mysteries of the Paradise Forest begins!

Chapter 4 I stood in his bedroom, wearing nothing but the red jockstrap that Sir had supplied. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Sir entered the room completely naked, his massive erection pointing the way. He dominated the doorway, his shoulders almost touching both sides at once. I noticed he had to duck his head slightly as he passed through the threshold. He too was catching his breath. He walked over to me, lent far down to my right and placed both hands on my hips. Before I knew what was going on he had stood back up again, taking me with him; turning me around so that he was holding me in the air, upside down. “Open your legs.” Sir instructed. As the blood rushed to my head and I caught my bearings I did as I was told. No sooner had I opened my legs did I feel Sir’s face push through them. He started licking the exposed part of my taint, biting on the inner surface of my cheeks, teasing my roughly. I opened my legs further, bringing my knees down over each of his shoulders, using the purchase to push my hole closer to his exploring mouth. I was greeted by his expert tongue running rings around my anus. My erection pushing in to the cleavage of his pecs. I made some kind of affirmative noise I had no control over. I couldn’t believe he was standing there, holding my entire weight as if it was nothing, and giving me the best rim of my life. All the while I was hanging there burrowing my face in to his abs. It was then that I realised his warm cock was pushed up against my ear. I put both hands on his hips to steady and position myself, before sucking and slurping on his cock head for all I was worth. Sir gripped me firmer, burrowing himself into my hole with a ravishing greed. I had never even known a vertical sixty-nine was possible, let alone sustainable for so long. He must have heald me there for over five minutes. My hole ached to be filled, but I didn’t want my mouth to become empty again. I could feel my pulse in my eyes and ears. The world was beginning to go fuzzy at the edges of my vision. But I didn’t care, as long as I still could see him; as long as I could still feel his hard muscles beneath his taught skin; as long as I could taste him in my mouth. Sir pulled himself away from my eager hole and raised his hands above his head slowly. The sadness from feeling his cock pop out of my mouth was replaced by the awe of the slowly moving landscape before my eyes. The foothills of his abs passing by to become dwarfed by the mountains of his pecs. The journey’s joyful conclusion was his smiling, inverted face, but it suddenly started looking a bit concerned. “Looking a wee bit red there, Wee Jock. Time to get you right side up again.” He continued to lift me a bit higher, but mostly backwards and to my right. He adjusted my weight so that I was placed over his right shoulder. He adjusted the grip of his right hand, dropped his left and moved towards the chest of drawers as if he had just slung a towel over his shoulder rather than a grown man. I may not be tall or muscular, but I was still about nine stone! He opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom, a bottle of lube, and a small towel. “I’ve been wanting to try this since last time we met.” So he’s been thinking about me in between bootie calls. He rolled the condom down his long shaft. “When I picked you up so easily last time, I knew this would be fun.” A few pumps of lube on his covered cock, and then wiping his hands on the towel. “And holding you upside down has just proved I’ve got the strength and stamina for this.” I was excited and nervous, not only did what was about to come sound thrilling, but my whole body was being balanced on one of Sir’s enormous shoulders. “What are you planning?” I asked. He turned his face to look at me and grinned. “Do you trust me?” “Yes, Sir.” He placed a hand under each of my arms and lifted me again. I tucked my legs to clear his shoulders I was dangling in front of him, my back to him. He Adjusted his stance, and started to position me. I could feel his cock rubbing against my crack, so I opened my legs, hooking my feet around either side of his thighs. Sir thrust his hips, causing his head to rut up against my hole. I arched my lower back, positioning myself better for entry. I felt his massive dick find the sweet spot and he gently started lowering me down. There was a bit of pressure and suddenly he popped in. I inhaled sharply. The sudden expansion and filling was a bit of a shock. Sir paused for a second, holding me like a doll, his head inside me. I could feel his heavy breath against the back of my neck. I was grateful he could control himself so well. I silently nodded my head as I gritted my teeth, ready for the next stretch. With awesome control, he slowly lowered me down the thick shaft of his huge member. I moaned a loud exhale as I descended. I allowed my legs to slip further back, until the back of my thighs were resting on the front of his. I felt my cheeks press up against him and sighed. He hunched himself over and I felt him breath heavily in my ear “this is going to be fun.” He then caught my earlobe in his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. Fucking hell that was hot. He stretched his fingers, adjusting his grip on my rib cage and slowly raised me up his long glans. As I felt his cock head flare up against my hole, he allowed me to descend again. He repeated this over and over, gently increasing the rhythm. I was gliding up and down his shaft as if I were piston on his steel rod. He wasn’t thrusting in to me at all! It was as if he were using me to wank himself off. I was a human fleshlight, a sex toy. But the feeling of being in the hands of someone so strong that could use me that way was so hot. My cock was straining against my jock strap. I was leaking precum so fast I was amazed it wasn’t dripping on to the floor. I had no control. He was impaling me on his cock over and over again, and it was fantastic. My hands moved to cover his, my fingers gripping in between his. I wanted to hold them whilst they held me. With every downbeat and upbeat he was pushing against my prostate, I was groaning uncontrollably now, my head was thrown back and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Sir’s rhythm paused for a second. I took a few deep breaths. But he shifted position, rotating his stance ninety degrees and resumed hammering me in to his pelvis. “Eyes front,” he said in between heavy breaths of his own. I had forgotten about the mirror. What a sight. My head was bobbing up and down, between the level of his chest and shoulders. His nipples coming in to view each time he filled me. His delts, bis and tris were pumped ridiculously. I had thought they were big before, but this was verging on obscene. They had been working flat out for what must be fifteen minutes by now. The muscles had swollen well beyond the proportions I had seen last time. The already large veins were dilated and had brought friends to the party. My tight little body was being thrown up and down this god’s enormous cock, his huge balls visible between my legs. The sight was too much for me to cope with. I could already feel my orgasm rising and this sent me over the top. I let out a groaning scream as thick globs of white cum started soaking through the red jockstrap and landing on the floor. “I’m not done with you yet.” Sir grinned at me. “Don’t let me stop you,” I panted. Sir slid his left forearm around my front, placing his open palm on the centre of my chest, he lowered my body forward and with his right hand gripped the back elastic of my jockstrap. I was being held at about forty-five degrees, impaled on his cock. The extra pressure around the straps of my underwear and the added tightness on my cock and balls left a pleasant tingling sensation in my tummy. I felt Sir shifting his weight beneath me, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He drew his pelvis back slowly and then thrust forwards. I flew away from him, gliding up his shaft before he caught me. The tightness on my jock increasing as he slammed me back down. He paused before repeating the action. Each time I returned to base camp I had to exhale as I felt the wind being knocked out of me, a grunt escaped me each time. After a few trial thrusts he developed a vigorous rhythm. The stimulation brought my erection back before it had a chance to fully deflate. Sir started grunting with each thrust as well. This was wild. He was wild. This was the most animalistic fucking I had ever received. And I wasn’t even touching the ground! I looked up at the mirror again, engrossed by the images I saw there. Sir’s powerful body was flexing and thrusting in to mine. His face was screwed up as he watched his cock spread me open time and time again. He looked up and our eyes met in the mirror. His mouth split in to a cocky smile and I knew he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. He maintained eye contact, watching my face as waves of pleasure crossed it with each thrust. Sir stopped. He slid his left arm further around my body, let go of my jock strap and grabbed my left armpit with his right hand. “Unhook your legs.” I obliged as he lifted me once more, twisting as he raised me. He brought me up to his face height, bringing me very close to him. He leaned forwards and I shut my eyes for a kiss. But I was left waiting a heartbeat too long until I felt his teeth against my neck. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to distract me as he once again pushed his engorged cock inside me. As I slide down his shaft and body, I felt his strong fingers gripping around my small lats. I wrapped my legs around his torso and ran my hands as far up the enormous arms that had been holding me all evening. I moved my gaze towards Sir’s face and saw he was watching mine. When our eyes met he grinned once more before starting to lift me once again. This time I was being penetrated by his thrusting, as well as being raised up and down by his arms. Having such a close view of the muscles working to fuck me so hard was as erotic as the feeling of his massive cock filling me, brushing against my prostate over and over again. I wish I had longer arms so I could feel his flexing pecs and delts, but I happily settled for his swollen biceps. Sir’s granite body had developed a fine sheen of sweat, and his face was becoming a little red. The veins on his neck and temple were swelling to match those on his arms and shoulders. His grunts were getting heavier and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. “You have the muscles of a god, Sir!” His screwed up face flickered a little as if he were snapping back in to the room. His pupils dilated and he grinned his cocky smile again. He trust harder. “You like watching these muscles work?” He grunted between thrusts. “Yes, Sir. I love wat-ching you use your - muscles to fuck - me.” He trust harder, faster. “I’ve never - been fucked - so hard - in my life! Give me - everything you’-ve got!” With that he started slamming himself in to me. After three of these monster thrusts I started coming again. I swear even as a teenager I have never been able to recover so quickly. My body juddered, my head thrust backwards and I let out a loud roar. As the third wave of climax rolled over me, I heard Sir’s low, growl develop in to his own manly roar. I snapped my head forwards to look at him once more. His face read, his mouth open as he vocalised his own orgasm. His grip on my rib cage tightened to an almost uncomfortable level and even more veins started popping out along his arms, shoulders and chest. He kept pounding in to me and I could feel his cock swelling with each thrust, knowing that he was pulsing shot after shot of semen in to the already strained condom. After about seven powerful thrusts he started to relax and his rhythm became gentler. His breathing became heavier now that he could breath naturally rather than along with his thrusts. My own breathing was fast and shallow, I was slightly dizzy. Once I had become rested at the base of his cock for about half a minute, Sir stood straight and took a deep breath, his chest and shoulders swelling to their full capacity. A satisfied smile took over Sir’s face as he lifted me off of his still hard cock and placed me on the ground once more. He still held under my arms as he looked at me “well that was better than I imagined.” “It was beyond anything I have ever imagined before, Sir.” Sir went to let me go, but as soon as his hands moved, my legs gave way beneath me. Sir quickly caught me again putting me back on my feet. “Steady there. You alright, Wee Jock?” “I’ll be fine, Sir. I’m always a little light headed after a good fuck… and that was an excellent fuck.” “Hold on, I’ll get you a drink of water.” Sir perched me on the side of the bed and left the room. I took a second to gather myself. That was mind blowing. I didn’t touch the ground for over half an hour. I wish I was as strong as that. Sir returned with two glasses of water, his long, soft dick now slapping against each enormous thigh as he strode across the large room. “Thank you.” I took the glass and took a few big gulps. “You’re more than welcome. Why don’t you freshen up a bit and I’ll order a taxi?” “Good idea.” I wobbled over to the en suite. I splashed some cold water on my face and started feeling a bit more alert. When I returned to the bedroom Sir was wearing a pair of sexy designer briefs in flashy colours. His soft bulge was obscene in the confined space. “You feel any better?” “I’ve got my land legs back.” Sir chuckled softly. He held up his mobile. “Taxi will be here in a few minutes. If you think you’re ready, you best get dressed.” I agreed. He saw me to the door this time. As I started to gather my clothes from the porch cupboard, I noticed a pair of underwear that wasn’t there before. They were a pair of bright blue and purple boxer briefs, size - medium. I didn’t recognise the designer, but knew they must be expensive. I guessed he had ditched them before entering the house. I grinned. I slipped off the sodden red jockstrap, and slipped on Sir’s underwear. It was slightly too big for me. They gapped at the thighs that he had obviously stretched out, but I was doing a decent job of filling the pouch. I put the rest of my clothes back on, wrapping the jock strap inside the underwear I had worm on the way here, and stuffing them in my jacket pocket, just as I heard a car horn outside. Perfect timing. On the way home I received a text: “I’ll see you next week. That should be plenty of time for you to recover ;)” I got hard again.