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[ ] 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.

“Professor Hutchens, something's wrong. I don’t think it's supposed to be bubbling like this,” says my assistant Josh, a heightened concern in his voice. "Ignore it and just follow the directions. I've been working on this particular formula for months and checked the calculations this morning. Don't forget, I've been doing this for over a decade," I say in a huff. I am too busy grading my students' papers to walk over to the other side of the lab and check on his work. I had been up all night perfecting this latest batch, and had done my due diligence in double-checking the formula this morning. So what if I got zero sleep last night. I had to make my deadline. Associate professor positions pay shit money and I have to pay the rent somehow. So here I am covertly using university time and lab equipment to perfect a serum for a private biomedical company who has contracted me for a secret project. It's a project I can't truly talk about — you wouldn't believe the number of NDAs I had to sign to get the contract — but at its essence, it's a formula that will boost human potential by unlocking the confines of human strength and capability. "Alright, professor. Whatever you say. I'm just saying. It looks funny," Josh replies. Ah, Josh. Ever the simpleton. But that's why I hired him. He can follow orders well enough and better yet, has no idea that what I'm doing is illegal. He just needs the money as bad as I do. He's handsome in a boy next door kind of way — square jaw, a smattering of freckles, and sweeping brown bangs that highlight his soft green eyes. Oh, and a body that's in pretty good shape for a 20-year-old who cares more about partying than pretty much anything else. An inch or two shorter than me at 5'10", I would guess he weighs around 180 lbs. Despite the unshapely lab coat, I can tell that his muscles are developed. Actually I know this for a fact since I creeped on his Instagram late one night and saw that shirtless pic of him at the frat party. He doesn't have washboard abs, but they're peaking under a thin layer of fat and good lord does he have a bubble butt to die for. Round and juicy. Geez, I'm getting distracted. At the end of the day, he gets me what I need: someone who will take orders and ask as few questions as possible. **glass shatters** "Professor, professor!" Josh yells. I look up and a crimson colored plume of smoke is quickly enveloping Josh's work station. I run over to survey the situation, stopping to grab a fire extinguisher in case of an open flame. Josh continues to shout as I arrive at his desk. To my surprise, there is no flame, just a broken beaker. The plume of smoke has dissipated. "Josh, are you alright?" I ask. Internally I'm freaking out. Where did the smoke go? How much of it did he inhale? If something serious happens to him as a result and the university finds out... My racing thoughts are cut off by a groan from Josh. "I don't feel so good," he exclaims. With another groan he reaches out and grabs the lab counter, slightly bent over. He looks queasy. "Maybe take a seat over..." I start to say before I am interrupted by an even louder moan. "Ohh... ughhhhh, ohhh..." he groans. And that's when I noticed that Josh was sweating through his clothes. This isn't good. "Fuck, it's hot. My skin is burning." Josh exclaims, clutching his stomach. "Water, I need water." I run over to the sink and fill a sterile beaker with water from the tap, but notice that Josh's breathing has slowed and that the moans have ceased. "Hey Josh, how are you feeling?" I say with concern in my voice. "Okay now. My skin is still a little warm but it's not so hot anymore. Just a little tingly." he says. "Okay, well let's drink this glass of water and maybe get you out of that soaked lab coat." I reply. "I'm feeling really tingly now, Professor Hutchens," he says, straightening up. I start to help him get out of his lab coat and that's when I notice that we're eye-to-eye. "How tall are you, Josh?" I ask. "Five foot ten, why do you ask?" he replies as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "No reason." I reply. If I'm just over six foot, there's no way... "Fuck," he exclaims. "I need to get out of this lab coat, it's feeling really tight." **rip** The back of Josh's jacket suddenly rips along his lats. I can see his sun-kissed skin poking through the stark white of the coat. "We need to get my pants off too, fuck they're tight." **rip** Josh blows out the back of his pants. Holy shit, I think. His ass is impossibly round and firm. What I would give to... Josh cuts me off. "Ugh. What the hell is happening to me, professor? Why are my clothes so goddamn tight?" Josh asks, anger rising in his voice. It's then that I notice Josh is clearly looking down on me. He notices it too. "Holy shit, I'm growing," he says in surprise. "Ugh, it must be a reaction with the compound you were working with, I'm sure there's no cause for worry." But I'm worried the fuck out. This was an untested batch of the formula. "I'm definitely getting bigger," he says surveying his growing body. Just then, Josh's shoes make a popping noise and start to rip at the toe. First his right foot, thick toes peek through as they lengthen. Then his left. Previously a sensible size 11, he was now clearly pushing size 15, maybe 16. Bigger and more powerful, each toe grows menacingly large. Josh takes a look at his hands, and they slowly lengthen and thicken before his eyes. It's then he notices that his lab coat is now straining helplessly across his broad chest. With one fell swoop, he grabs it and rips it to shreds. He groans. Tossing aside the sweaty, ripped remains, Josh's upper body is now on full display. Thick, dark, quarter sized nipples increasingly point downward as his pecs heave forward. Rounder and firmer they grow, hovering over his abs. Whereas only a faint outline could be seen before, the top two rows of abs jut out as fat melts away. Sex lines begin to appear above the waist of his now impossibly tight jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to be in so much trouble. But then again, the formula clearly works. Better than I imagined it to. Also I'm hard as hell. Josh was quickly pushing 6'4" and there was no sign of the growth stopping. "FUCK, this is amazing. I'm going to be huge!!" Josh yells, his voice now deeper and filled with cocky confidence. He rubs his thick, meaty hands across his broad chest. Tweaking his nipples, a guttural moan escapes his lips. Grabbing the top of his jeans, he rips them open, buttons flying. Holy shit, he's strong. Pre-cum soaks through my pants. I take in Josh's bottom half and notice that round veiny calves anchor his now inhumanely thick legs. Meaty thighs quiver and thicken as Josh's white, sweat-soaked briefs strain against growing frame. It leaves nothing to the imagination — Josh is packing. Half-hard, his cock already appears to be ten inches and thick. I can't imagine how huge it is at full mast. Actually, I can and the stain of pre-cum on my pants grows larger. He grasps his dick through his underwear. Goddamn, that's so hot. Josh turns around to take a look at himself in the mirror and I get a glimpse of his back. Wider and wider his lats spread, as pound upon pound of muscle is added to his frame. His traps, growing thicker by the minute, give him an imposing air. Triceps flaring, I'm starting to get scared. Josh is quickly turning into a god among men, and a cocky one at that. "How fucking big am I going to get, doc?" he barks at me, cupping his growing pecs as he admires his own reflection. "I want to know. How fucking big?!" "I... I don't know. This formula has never been tested before. This is... more than I could have ever imagined." I stammer. "I hope it doesn't stop. I want to grow huge," he grunts as he gains another inch in height. He turns back around. Josh's underwear is hopelessly clinging on for dear life. Escaping the confines of the strained cotton briefs and snaking halfway down his thigh, a giant cockhead the size of a small apple stares at me. Fabric taut, his briefs are looking more and more like a thong by the minute, riding up an impossibly round and juicy bubble butt. **snap** Josh's underwear gives way under the pressure of his growing muscle ass. At this point, he's rock hard and stroking his cock with his meaty hands. I'm mesmerized. Never in my wildest dreams could I picture something so insanely thick and long, coursing with raw masculinity. Two large balls the size of lemons, quiver with young stud cum. The naked jock stares down at me, a hunger in his eyes I've never seen before. He had to be 6'8" by now. "Suck my cock," the giant demands. "What... do you... mea..." I studder. "I said suck my cock. I can see that my body is turning you on. And I'm horny as hell. Suck my fucking cock." he growls. I don't know what to do. On one hand, I've never been hornier in my life. On the other, Josh's cockhead alone is big enough to fill my mouth to capacity. I don't think it's even possible to take the whole... Josh grabs my head and shoves me to his crotch. Sweaty, I'm enveloped by his manly musk. "I said, fucking suck it!" he commands. I lick the head. His pre, salty and thick, is unlike anything I've ever tasted before. I open my mouth wide as Josh's places his baseball mitt sized hand on the back of my head and shoves me onto his growing member. I can only get my mouth around four or five inches of the shaft, it's much thicker than a soda can. "Yeah, you little bitch." Josh moans. "You turned me into a god, and now you'll worship me like one." I can't believe this is happening but I'm lost in the moment. He's right: my formula has turned him into a studly beast. Even though I can tell the growth is slowly, he must be pushing 7' tall at this point. And god, the muscles. They're unreal. Josh's cock surges in my mouth. Not done growing, I guess. I work his tool as best as I can. Tears stream down my cheek as I strain to take it in. I grab his round muscle butt for leverage and realize I can't hold on any longer. I blow my load in my pants. Josh's groans from the growth slow, and are replaced with increased moans as I service his cock. I lick and suck and spit, working the 16" rod with all my strength. "Ugh, I'm gonna shoot!" Josh roars unexpectedly. **pump** **pump** **pump** Rope after rope of thick, virile stud cum shoots down my throat. **pump** **pump** **pump** His dick quivers with each pump. Holy shit, this is a lot of cum. **pump** **pump** **pump** Josh continues to moan like an animal in heat. I struggle to take it all in and cum starts escaping from the corners of my mouth and drips onto my clothes. I shoot another load in my pants. **pump** **pump** The seemingly endless stream of cum slows. Josh's breathing, while labored, calms down a bit. Two more pumps and he's done. My mouth full, I swallow the last of his load. I've never sucked down so much cum in my life. "FUCK," he exclaims, pulling out his cock and leaning his huge frame on one of the tables. The growth has stopped. "I'm starving," he says as he grabs his torn lab coat and ties it around his waist, a futile attempt at modesty given his hulking frame. "I'm going to find some food." And with that, he walks away from me and heads to the lab's exit, ducking through the doorway. I'm at a loss for words, unable to make sense of what just happened. A dull, but noticeable tingle spreads across my body and I notice I'm soaking through my own lab coat. I'm covered in Josh's cum, yes, but also soaking with sweat. I should probably get out of these clothes, I'm feeling restricted because they feel... tight against my frame. God, it's hot in here. My skin's on fire. *RRIIPPP*

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.

Simply amazing Londonboy. Freaking love this story, I had to blow my load halfway through this part and had to come back and finish just to blow another. Dude! Damn!

Dexdiablo you should make a part 2 and 3 to this story. Where the professor grows into a giant and fucks with the lab assistant again as giants and grow huge together.

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Thanks for the comments on that last part. So some links to my other earlier stories for anyone who's interested in reading more... Charlie's Secret The story I wrote after An American Muscle God. This one has more of a plot - a British media student called Charlie is studying in America and undertakes a work placement working and filming backstage at a big bodybuilding show. Charlie gets paired with a filming mentor and fellow muscle lover. He films various bodybuilders and it builds up to a worship scene in a hotel room with one of the competitors. I cleaned this up and re-posted here a few years ago. It's not perfect and it drags a little in the middle where there's just whole chapters of Charlie describing bodybuilders posing and the dwindling likes/comments kind of reflect that. The Day I Became a Muscle Freak Part 1 | Part 2 A short story around 10,000 words set in a world where people have unique powers. A guy called Tobey visits "The Transformer" who (for a price) can turn people into anyone they like for twenty four hours. Tobey turns up to The Transformer's flat with a muscle magazine, wanting to transform into a shredded bodybuilder. Dan and Jake Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Another short story. This one is about two junior bodybuilders who are best friends and vlogging partners. Dan is 6ft tall, huge, ridiculously handsome and cocky. Jake is 5'5, baby faced, known for his shredded condition and is more introverted. The lads hold a "Posing Trunk Challenge" for their YouTube channel (who can find the best pair of posers) and then hit the stage to compete at a competition. And the big catch is ... Jake is secretly in love with Dan.

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!

Again, comments and suggestions on writing, plot, grammar, and structure always appreciated. Thanks and enjoy. PART 8a It took forever, but we eventually arrived at the resort. I was ready to faint right there in my seat. We had a bit of an issue unloading the bus, considering we were lugging around a nearly-7-foot tall giant, but we got through it. As we walked over to reception with our bags, the stone path was lined by the richest floral array I had ever seen in my life, with more color than any of the meals served at the office cafeteria. Our co-workers poured into the lobby, excited to see what was in store for them at the La Vida Resort. It seemed Wes had booked at a good time. The clear blue skies were void of clouds, the sun was shining, and the sparkling waves were a deep crystal blue. To top it all off, It seemed no one but us was around to enjoy the great, sandy beaches. As I stepped into the main lobby, I was overwhelmed by a feast for the eyes. It was hard keeping my eyes on one aspect of the pristine, luxurious decor without being distracted by something else. The lobby alone was several meters tall, lined from top to bottom in fine marble and gold embellishments. Froy and I made a beeline to the great glass windows that put the picturesque ocean on display. He grabbed my hand in his and smiled down at me, raising his hand to flex his huge arm in my face. Wes followed behind us and immediately rushed over to the desk to make sure everything was arranged for. Poor little Avery had to drag all their bags over to the couches where we were. He looked absolutely winded from carrying two luggage bags as large as he was. He panted. “Hi-hi, sorry, is it okay if you helped me with our bags…?” Froy, being literally a foot taller than Avery, turned and hoisted an entire bag in one arm as if it were a feather. “Oh, sure thing.” He smiled. I took the other bag and prompted for Avery to take a seat on the couch beside us. “Here, you look like you could use a rest,” I said. “A six-hour bus ride would’ve killed an old woman for sure.” He smiled meekly, keeping his head low and sunken in his hoodie. “Thanks… I haven’t had to lift so much since P.E.” Everything was going well until Lisa walked in with her and Marcus’ bag. The whole lobby went quiet as Marcus ducked his head to fit under the doorframe. His enormous body looked even bigger in the sunlight as every sweaty curve and bulging muscle stood at attention, somehow looking like he’d swollen even larger since his little wardrobe malfunction in the bus a few hours before. His torso looked like it was ready to burst, with his delts, mountainous pecs, and arms each having more muscle than my entire body combined. Both his legs were about as thick as actual tree trunks. They were covered in striations and powerful valleys, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase—especially with the rather girthy branch swinging in his speedo like a pendulum. “Ah, finally! Breathing room!” Marcus yelled. He placed his hands on his narrow waist and puffed up his chest, causing him to appear even bigger, before he released the air in a loud huff. “Hey, Wes! Where’s my room?” he said, swaggering up to Wes at the front desk. Lisa, on the other hand, looked like she was about to collapse. I walked over and took her bag from her arms, leading her to the couch where Avery was sitting. “God, you look terrible,” I said. “Thanks, it’s the make-up.” She sat down next to Avery and quickly fell unconscious on his shoulder. Avery’s eyes bugged out, knowing he couldn’t move or say a word if he didn’t want Lisa to wake up. He looked at Froy and I with a puppy-dog face, begging us to help him. I took Froy by the hand to the front desk so we could ask Wes where to bring his and Avery’s things. He told me a few days beforehand that we’d be sharing a single beach house together, just me, Froy, Marcus, Wes, Lisa, and Avery. What a dangerous combination honestly. I could write a novel on the safety hazards of putting us together in such an enclosed space. As Froy and I walked up to Marcus and Wes, we couldn’t help but laugh a little at the extreme size difference between them. Two weeks ago, Wes was looking Marcus in the collarbone, now Wes was eye-to-eye with the underside of Marcus’ nipples. In fact, Marcus was getting so big that his chest alone was starting to cast quite a shadow. “Oh, hey! Here are my favourite co-workers,” Marcus said, smiling down at us. Somehow, he made even the 6’5” muscle god Froy look small. “How’s the view? The weather up here is great.” “Absolutely peachy,” I said. “Has Wes settled everything here yet? Avery and Lisa have turned the couches into a makeshift morgue.” “Naw. He’s taking his sweet ass time with the concierge. I’m fucking itching to get in the water already, man, you’ve got no idea.” I looked down and saw his erection literally pulling the speedo to threads. “Oh. I’ve got some idea.” “Could you two keep it a bit down back there?” Wes asked. “They didn’t believe me when I told them Marcus was going to need an industrial-strength bed, so we’re figuring out where the hell we’re gonna put you.” “A mattress on the floor is good enough for me, man. If they don’t have a bed that can hold me, then I can’t complain.” I looked over at Wes and the employees who were staring in shock. “Are you sure? We’re at a 5-star resort, you know,” Wes said. “And it’s not exactly cheap, even with the discount,” he mumbled. Marcus playfully ruffled up Wes’ hair. “Yeah, don’t worry about me, boss. I just wanna get in the damn water already!” The receptionist hesitantly gave Marcus his room key. To which he replied by snatching it in an instant, causing the poor woman to yelp as his boulder-like fist swung by. “Yoink, thanks!” In a flash, he sprinted out of the lobby, causing the floorboards to shake and chandeliers to tremble. Every muscle in his body was bouncing up and down, and his massive endowment was stretching his speedo to new limits. Lisa woke up screaming, thinking there was an earthquake as Marcus sprinted to the beach. Wes handed us the rest of our keys, and we all made our way to our respective beach houses. As promised, the six of us were sharing a house together. It was the grandest among the beach houses with two floors, four bedrooms, a bar, private pool, and jacuzzi. Wes and Avery claimed the master bedroom while Lisa reserved the bedroom closest to the bar for her and Marcus. Froy wanted the second floor bedroom for us. I was worried that if we had sex, the floorboards wouldn’t be subtle about it—but I guess that’s probably what he wanted. Lisa collapsed on their bed and locked herself inside while Avery and Wes headed out. Upstairs, Froy and I were alone in our bedroom. It was incredibly spacious, with a grand 8 foot ceiling and windows across all the walls. Froy walked over and dumped his bags on one side of the bed before half-shutting the curtains. While I settled in and unpacked my things, he didn’t say a word or move a muscle. He only looked at me, watching me eagerly with his beautiful eyes and innocent, childlike smile. When I was just about done, I took out my sunblock and trunks. He walked up to the window overlooking the pool and peeked outside, bouncing his powerful legs in his excitement and giving me a gorgeous view of his hyper-muscled backside. His broad-shouldered back was just as loaded with toned muscles as his front, with every bump and bulge. His bubble-butt was pulling his white trunks to their limits, stretching the garter and causing it to slide down, every so slightly revealing his crack. And even a glance at his legs made me wonder what it would be like to have my head pinned between his thighs. If there were anything industrial-strength at the resort, Froy was one of them. I walked up to him and admired how his triceps were jutting out and causing his arms to appear way larger than they should’ve been. The closer I got, the bigger he almost seemed to be in comparison to me. After being around him for so long, I forgot just how big he actually was when Marcus wasn’t around. This was still a 6’5”, 20 year old with enough muscle to count as two or three football players. It was a miracle he was still so flexible and lean. “Hey, what’re you looking at?” I asked. “Oh, I was just looking at the pool, sir. I’ve never been in one before.” “What? You know how to swim at least?” He turned around, shutting the curtain and smiling meekly. “I don’t. The last time I was in the water, I was 10 and my brothers tried to drown me in the bathtub.” He chuckled. “Wow.” ”Yeah, but they’ve got their good sides—somewhere. Somewhere very deep, I think.” “Somewhere over the rainbow more like. They’re still in prison, I hope?” “Mhm. But they’ll be out soon.” Froy smirked. “I don’t know how they’ll react when they see me like this. We haven’t seen each other in five years. I always looked up to them before—physically, not literally.” “There probably aren’t many people who you can look up to now, huh?” I stood beside him, looking up at his ditzy face as he stared out the window. He nodded. It was subtle, but I could see his smile slowly fade. “Mhm,” he mumbled. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “What’re you thinking about?” “Nothing, sir. Just a small thing.” “Aren’t you happy being big?” “I am, sir. I love it a lot, but…” “‘But’?” He shook his head. “Uh, nothing,” he said, smiling as he turned his massive torso to face me. I hadn’t seen him topless before his coffee accident in the bus. He was always covered—barely, but he was clothed. It had been over seven hours since then, and I still wasn’t able to comprehend his immensity, just how much muscle he’d actually taken from Wes. There was no way anyone Froy’s age would ever be able to grow this big. And yet, here he was. Standing in front of me. Normally, someone 6’5” would be a stick. However, Froy was anything but. There was so much hard meat packed on his body. His torso alone was a boulder with bulbous pecs that ballooned from his ribcage, causing his soft pink nipples to point downwards. Attached to it were hefty arms that could’ve easily been someone’s legs. His biceps, triceps, shoulders, and forearms all bulged dramatically underneath his skin, resembling oversized stones that stretched his baby-smooth skin to its limits. My face was level with his collarbone, broader than my entire head. If I reached out and grabbed his tits, I doubt I would’ve been able to hold even half of the muscle packed in them. It was a pain having to tilt my neck so far back just to see his boyish face, but I loved how he smiled whenever he looked down at me with his huge pecs blocking his view. And I wondered how long it would take until I was looking even higher. I looked down and saw slight movement in his crotch, trying to stretch his struggling trunks to no avail. He saw me ogling the bulge and feigned a cough. He raised an enormous arm and scratched the back of his head, causing his globular bicep to bulge into a mountainous peak. When our eyes met, I could see his attention hop from me to the sunblock in my hand. “Oh, uh, sir, I think I left my sunblock at home… by accident. Is it okay if I borrowed some of yours?” he asked, blushing. “Yeah. Go ahead.” I handed it to him, stepping back as his soft hand took the small bottle. He smirked. “Thank you, sir,” he said, squirting a generous dollop into his palm. My heart stopped—that sunblock was expensive. “No problem. Just give it back when you’re done… if there’s… any of it left.” I walked over to the bed and sat down so I could get a better view of Froy. He started rubbing his hands together to spread the sunblock, turning sideways and causing his supple ass to bounce, as if every step were another flex. His back turned to me was perfectly molded. Every cut formed a trench I could run my fingers through, and his lats formed a perfect inverted triangle. He displayed how far his chest, crotch, and ass were protruding from the rest of his body. Then, with his lathered hands, he cupped both his pecs, generously spreading the sunblock across his bare torso. As he circled his hands across his tits, I saw a glimmer in his eyes that betrayed his nervous smile. “There’s a lot of you to cover, huh?” I asked, turning back to him. As if on cue, he jumped in place and turned to face me. “Ah, yes, sir. I’m a lot bigger than I used to be, after all.” Then one of his hands lowered to his abs, caressing each brick and gently tugging at his taut skin, showing off how little fat he had. His other hand rose and slowly slid down his shoulder, groping—squeezing—the thickly muscled upper arm’s powerful, rock-hard bulges. When he finished lathering his abs, he started covering his other arm in sunblock. Both his arms were folded across his slick chest, causing his biceps, triceps, and pecs to jutt as they were squeezed together. I was enjoying the show until he tried lathering his back. His new size made it so that he could no longer reach around to cover his backside. It didn’t matter how flexible he was. He was just too big, full stop. He grunted and grimaced as he tried stretching his torso and arms as far back as they could go. No good. Being the philanthropist I am, I decided to help. “Need some help?” I asked. No ulterior motives whatsoever. He looked at me worriedly then smiled. “Only if it’s okay with you, sir.” “Anything for you is always okay with me.” I stood up from the bed and met him halfway across the room, his frontside glimmering in the sunlight that peered through the half-covered windows. “My sunblock’s oilier than I thought. You look like you’re ready for a bodybuilding competition,” I said. He blushed, avoiding eye contact. “Really? You think I look like one of them?” “You’re a lot bigger than a lot of them, that’s for sure.” I pulled up his big hands and grabbed them with my hands, transferring as much of the remaining sunblock onto mine. His hands were unusually calloused and hard for how soft they looked. Probably because of the muscle. “Turn around.” He pouted as he scooted around awkwardly in place, facing his vast back towards me. “Let’s hope I have enough sunblock,” I said. With his back turned to mine, every breath he took caused his rippling muscles to act up. I lathered my hands and planted them onto the firm muscles of his backside, unable to make a dent or even press into them without exerting tons of effort. He stretched his arms and torso, nearly knocking me over while standing as tall as he could. “Oh, sorry, sir.” “Don’t worry about it. You’re a big guy, it’s normal.” I spread my hands across his expansive back, staring in awe at the beautifully-sculpted muscles that bulged from all sides. A newfound appreciation for Froy’s overgrown body further developed within me, enamoring me, captivating my every waking thought. I was insatiable. The longer my hands explored his body, the bigger it always seemed to get. Whenever I thought I’d covered enough, there were always new mounds of muscle for me to stroke with my little fingers. Eventually, I finished covering his backside. “I think I’m done here, Froy.” Then he took one step and turned in place, causing his enormous pecs to almost bump into my face—again. “Oh, thank you, sir!” He smiled. I looked down and saw that there was a massive python crawling down the length of his shorts, forming a sizeable bulge where his thick thighs blocked off circulation. “Need help with your legs?” His eyes went wide as he blushed even harder, causing his face to flush a darker pink. “Ah, only if it’s okay with you, sir.” “I told you, if it’s you, it’s always okay with me. I’m sure it must be incredibly hard for you to bend down when you’re so tall.” He chuckled. “Yeah, a little.” ‘A little,’ he said. There was nothing little down where I was kneeling, that’s for sure. From where I was on the ground, the vantage point I had was straight out of my wet dreams. Looking up at his body felt like an ant staring up at a skyscraper. The mountains of muscle that emerged from his body loomed over me, especially his pecs which almost looked like globes. Not to mention his anaconda of a cock threatening to burst out of his shorts. Focusing back on his legs, I grabbed my bottle of sunblock and squeezed out all that was left inside and relathered my hands. It was then that I knew I was never buying expensive sunblock ever again. He spread his thighs in front of me, and I watched each muscular leg of ham tremble with every swift motion. I could only imagine the immense power it took to move those stone columns. “Damn, how do you fit into your skinny pants?” I asked. He giggled. “I had to buy stretchy ones, sir. None of my old pants fit me anymore.” “Must be tough finding clothes when you’re this big, huh? Imagine if you were as big as Marcus! What would you even wear?” He paused. “What do you think I should wear, sir?” His bulge perked up. “Just wear whatever you want.” “But I don’t know what would look good.” I slapped my hands onto his thighs. “You always do.” In swift motions, I lathered his legs, making sure not to miss a single nook or cranny. His ass and massive engorgement took so much space in his shorts that they were being pulled all the way up to his groin. Being on the ground with him looming above me like a giant was more arousing than I’d expected. I could feel the blood rush to my own face and crotch with every stroke of his marble legs. When I glanced up to see him, I could see him smiling as he stretched his broad torso to make himself look wider and more muscular from where I knelt. When I finally finished, he helped me stand on my feet before sweeping his spiky hair to the side. His sunblock-lathered body glistened in the sunlight like a god-made-flesh. The temptation to grab a handful of his crotch was unbearable. “You good?” I asked, face flushed red. He grinned, showing off his pearlesque teeth. “Yeah, thank you, sir! I don’t think I would’ve been able to cover as much as you did.” “It’s no problem, bud. I’m sure anyone would’ve done the same thing for you.” “What do you mean?” I slapped him on the chest, causing his pec to jiggle. “Just look at you! You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on a body like yours? Plus, a face like that.” He blushed, groping his tit right in my eyes “Aw, thank you, sir. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s okay with you, but I think there’s one more place I think could use a little sunblock.” “And that would be?” He grabbed my hand. And gently rested it on his rock-hard crotch. “Here, I think?” Holy shit. “How forceful.” He was bigger than I thought. “O-oh, wow. You’ve grown even bigger, huh.” “Yeah… sir.” He smiled. “Do you like it? Is it big enough for you?” I knelt down. “Why don’t you pull down your shorts and let my hands do the talking?” He bit his lip and tugged his shorts over his ass. He wasn’t even trying to be sexy, he was just too big for his shorts to come off easily—but damn, he looked good. I could hear threads on the verge of tearing as he reached a hand into his crotch and gave his junk a nice squeeze. “Do you have enough sunblock, sir?” “We’ll make do. Besides, I have a pretty good idea of where to get some if we run out. And judging by what you’ve got in your hand for me, we are definitely going to.” He chuckled, pulling down the rest of his shorts and causing his manhood to flop outward in front of me. It was practically the size of my forearm. Veins trailed down its meaty shaft, leading to a completely shaven base with an oversized pair of balls hanging below. “Aw, did you shave just for me?” He blushed. “N-no, sir! I, uh, heh…” “Your dick looks straight-up photoshopped, Froy. I didn’t know it was possible for a perfect cock to get even more perfect.” He tried to hide to chuckle amid his arousal. “Thank you, sir!” “Hey, let’s try something fun. Why don’t you try not calling me ‘sir’? Just for now.” His member started to swell even larger and harder, somehow managing to carry its immensity and stand at attention. “Oh, uh, okay.” While one of his hands stroked the head on his cock, his other was scratching the back of his head. “What do you want me to call you instead?” “You pick.” “Are you sure? Anything I want?” “Yup. But just for now, though. It can be what you call me whenever you’re in charge.” “But I’m already so used to calling you ‘sir.’” He grinned mischievously, stroking his chin. “Hmm, what about… ‘puppy’? Would that be okay?” I had to smile. “Really? Is this supposed to be revenge?” “Maaaybe.” “Fine. But when we’re back in the office, it’s back to normal, alright?” “Okay… puppy.” He giggled. As his engorged, fully erect member stood firmly at my eye-level, I slapped my hands together to get as much of the sunblock spread out evenly. Once my hands were about to hold onto Froy’s cock, there was an intense warmth that emanated. It was unbearably inviting. The moment my fingers touched him, he shuddered. Holding in what could only be an orgasm with such a huge pair of balls must’ve been tough. Hearing him moan as my hands finally began stroking was causing my own hard-on to throb. Even if it wasn’t quite as hard. Or large. There was an immense firmness that came with stroking his warm cock. It felt like my fingers were gliding effortlessly across the huge shaft. I don’t remember how big he’d been before, but the damn thing was no shorter than 10”. The plump mushroom head that topped off his engorgement was ready to bloom, it seemed. I squeezed him tightly in my hands, stimulating every nerve I knew of. Moaning, groaning, and gently thrusting. His eyes would shift between looking at me with a deviant mischievousness and lost in ecstasy, so I knew I was turning him on. “Does it feel good, Froy? This enough sunblock for you or should I try adding a bit more?” He whimpered, his legs trembling. “A-ah, more, please more, puppy… It feels so gooood. Could I sit on the bed? I think I need to sit down.” “Sure thing, big guy. Get as comfy as you want.” He stepped back and fell on the bed, causing it to crackle as the wood frame nearly broke apart from the sheer force of his weight. Now that he was seated, his monolith of an endowment stood completely erect. He leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs, taking up the entire width of the bed by spreading out and maximizing his muscles’ breathing room. “Mmpf, god. You’re so good at that,” he grumbled. “Of course. I’ve been practicing. In my head, I mean. On you.” “Oh, really? I think I kinda like that, pup.” “You’re really enjoying this whole ‘puppy’ thing. You didn’t even need to adjust from your usual ‘sirs’.” “Practice makes perfect,” he said. Then, he grabbed my hands and held them against his cock. “Keep going. It feels so great.” His hands cupped mine tightly as he led where he wanted them to go. When he got tired, he went back to leaning on his elbows and pinning me in between his humongous thighs. Fuck me, he was big. Really big. I loved how where I knelt, everything on him seemed magnified in the glistening sunlight. As the sunblock started drying on his cock from the heat, the friction was causing him to shudder in pleasure. His head shot back and his foot began bouncing on the ground next to me. I kept stroking, and stroking, and stroking. When he bit his lip, I knew I was getting close. But he was going to need a little push. “Want a little more sunblock on your big guy, big guy? Just to be extra safe,” I said. He was breathing deep breaths, causing his mountainous pecs to rapidly rise and fall. “Yes, please. Please put some more. Just a little more.” I rose from the ground and leaned over onto him on the bed, placing my hands on his warm thighs and flaring lats. He looked at me from over his tits and smiled. With my small hands, I traveled from his lats to his abs until I finally got two immense handfuls of pecs in my hands. I’d confirmed my suspicion. There was no way I was going to hold all the muscle in his chest. There was just so much of him. I gave him a tight squeeze, twiddling with his nipples. “Oh, f-fuck… God!” he said. At that point, my hands were covered in sunblock. So, I went back down. His cock had become extra sensitive from that short break. For the grand finale, I took off my shirt. I crawled up until his ballsack was right at my abdomen and his huge cock was planted on my torso and face. “Are you ready?” “Yes! Yes, yes, do it, puppy.” With both my hands and torso, I started rubbing myself against him. If he was going to be pleased, I was going to make sure it was good for both of us. Plus, I was out of sunblock. When I could feel a force gathering at the base of his urethra, I planted my tongue on his head. All it took was a slow, drawn-out lick across the hole. Less than a second later, I was launched back by a geyser of cum like I’d never seen before. I was on the floor, practically swimming in a seemingly never-ending bout of spurts that launched forward and landed on my face and torso. A real one-man bukkake. It eventually ended and I was able to stand back up, watching him heaving on the bed, sprawled out like a hyper-buff starfish. “Damn, it’s like I never even used any sunblock on you and your god-cock.” He couldn’t speak. I could see he was exhausted, but the large smile on his face was more than enough to tell me I’d done my job. And I did it well. I crawled onto the bed next to him. I looked down at him and his beautiful face. And he looked up at me, not knowing what to do next. With one swift motion, I puckered my lips and motioned him to follow. He lifted his head and kissed me tenderly, making sure to emphasize just how much larger his tongue was than mine. When he finished and let me go, I stood back up and squeezed out whatever sunblock was still in my bottle by asking Froy to give it a quick squeeze. The way his muscles flexed when he so casually crushed my bottle in one hand didn’t seem like it was ever going to get old. “So are you going to stay here?” I asked, applying the sunblock onto myself. “Just for a while. I… just need to rest a bit.” He groaned. “And I still have to fix my shorts.” “Sure thing. I’ll head out first and explore the place a bit. Gonna make the most of a vacation like this since it’s all expense-paid. I’ll catch you by the pool later?” He gave me a thumbs up and chuckled. “So how was it? Have you ever had a handjob that good before?” I asked. “No, sir,” he said. “But it’s a bit cheating since you’re the only person who’s ever touched me like that besides me and my brothers.” “What? No one but me has ever given you a handie?” “Yes, sir.” “What about a blowie? A rimmie? Uh…” “No. Just you.” Huh. “Damn. You’re lucky to have me then.” Is that true? “Aight, I’ll be going now. Rest up, big guy.” What about Avery? Was I wrong? What else could they have been doing in the coffee shop toilet? It didn’t take long until he was snoozing off. As quietly as I could, I put on my cap and shades after I changed into my trunks and headed out, careful not to wake my Sleeping Beauty. The sun outside was burning brighter than it ever had been all day. I was wondering just how long it’d take for someone as pale as me to get oven-roasted in time for Thanksgiving. The day had been going swimmingly so far. We got to the resort in one piece, I gave Froy another handjob, and for a while, I thought nothing was going to go wrong. Maybe I’d actually get to enjoy myself for once before someone did something dumb. Most of the time, it’d be Marcus pulling his usual pranks. Sometimes, it’d be me trying to fix said pranks. Failing miserably too and needing Froy to clean up the mess. But there were times… that even Wes would cause problems. And as I saw him burying a body in the sand with its head sticking out, a plethora of questions flooded my sun-fried brain. He saw me and hollered. “Speak of the devil. Hey, Dory! Get over here and help me out.” “Wes, what are you doing? That body better be alive.” Without warning, the head flopped backwards, revealing a man’s grinning face, staring up at me. Straight out of a nightmare. “Hi, there! So you’re supposed to be Dorian, right? Wes told me SO much about you! Just now, actually. Wow. You’re smaller than I expected,” he said with a chipper tone and a lisp I recognized all too well. The guy’s smile was so painfully wide I was afraid his jaw would unhinge if he smiled any harder. “Hey, don’t be rude,” Wes said. “Don’t forget I could literally bury you alive right now if you don’t behave.” “Aw, don’t be such a killjoy. I was just havin’ a little fun, Wesley babe.” “I take it back. Maybe he would’ve been better off not alive,” I said. “Excuse me? The audacity of some people.” “So who is this annoying little cunt?” I asked. “He’s an old friend. Say ‘hi’, Sammy.” “‘Hi, Sammy’. How’s that?” the man said. “Could use a little vocal practice, but it’ll do,” Wes said. “Bitch, what? Excuse me?” “You’re excused.” “I am a professional singer! You’d better recognize my talent in the next few seconds or so help me, god…” As I was watching them bicker, I noticed that the necklace I made for Wes was nowhere on his person. Nor was it anywhere on the sand. “Wait, Wes, where’s the necklace I gave you? The one from the meteor,” I asked. He looked at me, confused with a raised brow. “Huh? What are you talking about, I’m weari—“ He looked down at his bare, muscled torso. “Oh, oh, oh no. Holy shit, where’d it go?” Sammy’s eyes widened as they darted between us. “Oh, how exciting! What’s this? Mayhaps it was a courtship necklace from a kindly sir?” “Shut up. Now’s not the time,” I said. “Where’d you see it last? Maybe we can retrace from there.” Wes sighed. “I, uh, I think Sammy and I were out swimming an hour ago in the water. Maybe it got lost in the ocean?” “Oh, fuck,” I said. “‘Oh, fuck’ is correct.” Sammy looked at us, confused. “Hey, what’s all this juicy tea y’all aren’t telling me about this necklace?” He pursed his lips, expecting an answer and fluttering his eyelashes. “It’s nothing, Sammy,” Wes said. “And it’s fine, Dor’. You can always make a new one when we get back. I don’t think anyone’s seen it either.” Sammy, in his limited mobility, whipped his golden hair to the side as he scowled at Wes. “What do you mean it’s ‘nothing‘? I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore, Wesley. Or did you already forget what you told me in college?” “How’d you even meet this guy, Wes? You’re nothing alike,” I said. “What? Can’t you see the family resemblance?” Sammy asked. “Aren’t we precious?” “We’re about as related as a duck and a strawberry,” Wes said. Sammy pouted. “Ugh. You’re no fun anymore.” “Lemme guess,” I said. “Were you two college boyfriends?” Trying not to laugh. Wes shut his eyes and massaged his forehead. “No, Dory—worse.” “Worse?!” Sammy exclaimed. “If you really wanna know, Sammy was my roommate for four years. My girlfriend back then, Olivia, the she-devil didn’t like me being around the fruity ‘gays’, so she gave me an ultimatum—to choose between her or Sammy.” “And as you can guess by Wes’ little cum nugget, he chose the cougar,” Sammy said. Wes sighed. “And then she chose someone else. And left me with Avery. Get the picture?” “Wow, what a bitch,” I said. “Right?! But it’s all okay now, ain’t that right, Wesley? She’s out of our lives and outta mind. That swollen cunt always told me I’d die of AIDS before I even broke four digits in my bank account. Now look at me, I’ve got this whole resort to myself!” Sammy said. “And no AIDS!” “Wait, you own this place?” I asked. “Oh, sorry, didn’t I tell you?” Wes asked. “Sammy owns the La Vida Resort. He actually has enough money to buy our whole company if he wanted.” “Aw, don’t flatter me, you tease! I’m letting you and your department stay here out of the goodness of my heart,” Sammy said. “And a substantial friendship discount,” Wes added. “85% to be exact.” Sammy giggled. His head flopped onto the sand as he stared up at me again. There was a glint in his eyes as his mile-wide smile creeped along his face. “So you got anything to say to this annoying little cunt, Dorian?” I gulped. “Is there a correct answer?” Sammy laughed with a high-pitched chortle. “It was a joke, stupid. You’re one of my good Judies now. I wouldn’t kick you out in a lifetime.” “A little concerning that you even thought about kicking me out, but okay.” Sammy winked at me before turning to face Wes. “So Wesley, why don’t you tell me more about this necklace? Why’s it so important, hm?” he asked. “Guess I really can’t fight your curiosity. It depends on how much you believe in science fiction,” Wes said. “Not one bit.” “That’s... a good start.” I sighed. “Well, uh, have you heard any meteors crashing into Earth recently? In the last two or three weeks, maybe?” Sammy shook his head, causing the surrounding sand to whip like a sprinkler. “Nuh-uh. Why? What’s this about a meteorite?” he asked. “It’s a long story,” Wes said. “Wesley babe, please. I’ve taken dicks longer than Shakespeare’s epics. I think I can handle it.” “If you’re sure,” Wes said. Then, he coughed. “Take it away, Dory.” And so, Wes and I narrated the events of the past few weeks to Sammy—from the meteor crash all the way to this morning. Considering how sci-fi wasn’t his thing, Sammy was surprisingly open-minded and full of questions. His suspension of disbelief was remarkable. To be honest, it felt like I finally got a few kilos off my chest to get the story out of me. At first, he didn’t really understand what the hell was going on or how, but eventually, he did accept it. When we got to the part about Wes, that was when I noticed he was particularly observant. He’d always ask questions like ‘how big he got’ or ‘did he ever suck anyone else but you’. I could tell he had some ulterior motives, but I let it slide. I was on vacation. Sammy finally knew everything. Almost. “I am definitely intrigued,” he said, “So what’s the point of having a necklace? What’s so special about it?” Sammy asked. “Is it some extraterrestrial fashion statement that the meteor tells you is in this season? Because let me tell you now that—“ “No, no, it’s nothing crazy,” I said. “It’s just that I made a necklace for him using a shard from the meteor and it keeps him... thinking normally. He literally burst out of his clothes right in front of me and he didn’t even notice!” “My memory is still pretty hazy,” Wes said. “You’d think someone like me would’ve noticed my clothes tearing apart mid-day when they fit just fine in the morning.” Sammy raised an eyebrow and stared at me. “So why is he back to being an Oompa Loompa? Why isn’t he a goliath? And do you have any pictures?” ”My intern drained him a few days ago. Just in time too, he was about to choke in his truck when we found him.” Sammy went silent, mumbling to himself. Wes and I glanced at one another, waiting for someone to say anything. Finally, the silence was broken. Who else than by Sammy. “Well, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen any necklaces or meteors around here. Now do me a favor and dig me out of here why don’t you.” “What, why?” I asked. Wes was furious. “Yeah, why?! I spent two hours burying you!” A sinister grin creeped along Sammy’s face. “I just wanna try something. With you, Wes.” “Oh, boy, don’t tell me this is what I think it is,” Wes said. Sammy smirked. “You know me too well.” “Wait, are you going to try and make Wes grow? I really suggest you don’t.“ His eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, no! You’re the ones who told me all about your science fiction, so at least let me see it happen for myself. It’s only fair.” Wes sighed, grabbing a small hand shovel and tossing it over to me. “Fine, fine. I’m sure there’s no harm in showing him, right?” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, he’s sure,” Sammy said. “Now get me out of here. There’s sand where there shouldn’t be and holes I didn’t know existed… that, may I say, are also full of sand.” “Okay, okay!” “Just be quick so we can move this shindig indoors. There’s an unused beach house near here. We can have our little experiment in there.” Wes and I started digging him out from the sand. I crawled up in front of him where his head was dangerously near my crotch. Every so often, he would look up at me with his wide, dagger-like eyes and an eerily neutral expression. It seemed his ginger hair was red all the way through to his roots, a natural. As more and more sand was removed, his pale, lethargic body was slowly being uncovered from the neck down. When we finally dug deep enough, he pried his arms out from under him. They were way longer than I was expecting and a lot more sinewy. He struggled to pull himself out, so Wes and I grabbed his arms and helped. He was surprisingly light for someone in his 30’s. A good five minutes was spent freeing Sammy from the sand—the thought of it felt ridiculous. He was wearing a cream pair of capris and nothing else. When he stood up to his full height, I wasn’t expecting to be looking up so high. He must’ve been, eh, 6’3” or so, just slightly shorter than Froy. “Finally, I’m free! That was fun while it lasted, but half an hour down there is more than enough,” Sammy said. “I still remember when you used to stay down there for hours,” Wes said. Sammy laughed. “Yeah, well, we aren’t quite the young wildlings we used to be, are we? But we definitely can be again. I’ll just wash up in the ocean and be right back.” He ran off into the water and nearly doubled over as the waves crashed into him. It was like watching a stick insect swim against the current. I laughed. When he was far enough away, Wes patted me on the back. “So what do you think of him?” he asked. “I’ve never met anyone so flamboyantly gay before in my life, so he’s definitely something. To me, anyway. Loud as fuck too. It’s like he was born with a megaphone for a mouth.” “He’s definitely loud and proud. Do you think he’s cute?” Wes asked. “Sure, a little. Not my type, though.” “When you thought we were college boyfriends, you actually weren’t too far off. That’s pretty much how we were without the label.” “So you were having sex with two different people?” I asked. “Wes, you dog…” Wes nodded, grimacing. “Yup. But I gotta say, Sammy’s blowjobs were the best. Olivia’s were a bit… toothy.” “Then why’d you choose her? And how old even is she? I heard Sammy call her a cougar.” Wes laughed. “Don’t believe everything Sammy says. He’s a compulsive liar. She wasn’t that old. I was 16, and she was 19. She had a thing for south-east Asians, so I was easy prey.” “But isn’t that pedophilia? And fetishizing?” “You’d be surprised how little anyone really cared about that kinda thing back then. And it was… mostly consensual. Plus, maybe I kinda liked being fetishized.” He stared at me in shock at the utterance of those words. “Don’t tell anyone I said that. I’ll kill you.” “Sure. Understandable. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.” Wes smiled. “Aw? Remind me when we get back to raise your salary.” “Really?!” “No.” Sigh. When Sammy was finished, he shook in place like a wet dog and brushed his curly hair aside. Then, he plastered on his trademark Cheshire grin before walking over and leading us up the shore. “C’mon, ladies!” We arrived at the empty beach house, and Sammy made sure to lock the doors and close all the curtains. I guess he didn’t want anyone seeing what was about to happen. I supposed it’d ruin his career, but then again, it’s not like he needed to care anyway. He already had enough money to retire. I sat on the wicker couch and watched Sammy drag a chair to the center of the room. Wes stood by my side, watching silently and exchanging coy expressions with me for fun. I stayed mostly quiet for the duration. I didn’t want them to feel awkward by me being an active audience and clapping along. “There! Are you ready to go, Wesley babe?” Sammy asked, gracefully lowering himself onto the chair. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Wes walked over to him and let Sammy hold him by the hips. “Oh, my god, we haven’t done this in years! It was always me doing the sucking,” Sammy said. “I still remember when we almost got caught in the janitor’s closet.” “It’s just like a science project again.” He sighed. “For science, I guess.” Sammy nodded. “Don’t worry. We won’t need to do this more than once anyway. I just hope you remember how much spunk my balls’ve got.” “Still? I thought you would’ve mellowed out by now. Or are you still the firehose you always were?” Wes asked, getting on his knees. Sammy unbuttoned his wet capris and tugged them downwards. “Oh, I am! In fact, I’d say I cum now more than I ever have before.” “Greaaaat.” Sammy tossed his capris aside and let his flaccid cock hang loose. It was a decent size, probably around 6”. It only looked small since Sammy was a pretty tall guy. Not to mention, he was thin as a rail. “You sound like you don’t want this. Can’t you show a little more enthusiasm or something?” Sammy asked. Wes smiled. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else. I’m ready.” He grabbed Sammy’s junk and gave it a tight squeeze. “You look like you haven’t aged a day… apart from the wrinkles and new freckles, of course.” Sammy started stroking his cock, hardening it in his hand. “That’s good,” he said, brushing his fingers through Wes’ wavy hair. “Now. Let’s make you big.” With a pull of Wes’ hair, Sammy shoved Wes right onto his crotch, cock in mouth. I watched in tense anticipation from afar as Wes sucked Sammy off. It was slow at first, but within seconds, Wes was picking up speed until he looked ready to devour Sammy whole. He dug his fingers into Sammy’s legs and grunted. Sammy leaned back and spread his legs even wider as Wes fully immersed himself, clutching onto whatever skin and bone he could find. They both started moaning as I watched Sammy start face-fucking Wes. After what felt like minutes of free porn, Sammy grabbed Wes’ head with both hands. He forced Wes all the way down against the base of his cock. It was time to climax. “FUCK!” Sammy yelled. From where I sat, audible gulps were echoing through the empty beach house. Sammy was groaning in his seat as Wes continued to swallow whatever he could get, down to the last drop. I hadn’t seen him so primal since the one time he sucked me off in his office. Even then, I didn’t even give him that much since I wasn’t much of a cum guy. Still grew lots though. Hearing him struggle to swallow Sammy’s entire load was a surreal experience because of how long it took. I could only imagine how much was there. How much he’d grow. When Wes finished, he slurped up whatever residue was left on Sammy’s cock. He pulled back and started masturbating on the floor, not saying a word. Sammy then got off the chair and got on all fours to finish the job without a moment’s hesitation. It was almost instantaneous. Wes let out a feral grunt as he came, shooting load after load into Sammy’s mouth. However, I noticed Sammy wasn’t swallowing any of it. In fact, he was holding it in his mouth, expanding his cheeks. At this point, Wes was exhausted. I could see him panting, struggling to catch his breath as he swallowed buckets of Sammy’s load and got a blowjob of his own. Sammy then got up and pulled Wes in for a kiss. In their making out, Sammy was transferring all of Wes’ cum into his mouth, letting him have yet another load in addition to Sammy’s. When they finished, Sammy licked up whatever spilled out of Wes’ mouth onto his bare, sun-kissed, light brown skin. I could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d done this, with how seamless he made it look. And I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Wes gasped for air before standing up, wheezing almost. He lost his footing for a bit, but managed to stabilize with Sammy’s help. Now on both their feet, they kissed one more time before I approached. The entire beach house now smelled of pungent cum. I remembered the last time Wes was anywhere near cum or even just the smell of it, he’d lose it. I could only imagine what was going through his head. Sammy buttoned up his capris and tidied his curly hair as he watched me walk towards them. He shot me a wide grin that looked plastered with icing. “How was it?” he asked. “Looked pretty hot, right?” “I plead the fifth.” Wes turned around to face me. I could see that his eyes were foggier than earlier, yet he smiled at me just the same. “God, that was a lot more than I was expecting,” he said, chuckling. He patted his stomach, and I could almost hear the cum swirling around inside. I placed a hand on his tight shoulder. “Are you okay, Wes?” I asked. He stretched his shoulders and popped his neck. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Is there something on my face?” Sammy huffed. “Yeah. Cum.” “Oh, right.” “It’s in your beard too—which, may I just say, looks SO good on you. Daddy is in this season,” Sammy said. “So how long does it normally take?” “It took around one minute when I did it,” I said. Sammy left Wes’ side and stood next to me. “Great. I’ll just stand right here. I wanna see all of it happen.” Wes was standing in the same spot oddly silently. His eyes darted between us as he formed a soft smile and gestured with his open palms. “So are you two just gonna stand there and wait for me to grow?” Wes asked, eyebrows arched. Sammy nodded. “Uh-uh. I want to see what you look like when you’re not the smallest guy in the room,” he said. “So how are you feeling?” As if on verbal cue, I noticed Wes slowly starting to inflate. Very minutely. He was only expanding wider at first as his current muscles started packing on the pounds. His shoulders were broadening, and his lats were pushing his arms further and further away from his torso. Wes shook his head. “To be honest, I couldn’t tell you. It feels like I’ve felt this before, but… I don’t remember when.” It was only when Wes’ muscles were visibly expanding that Sammy finally caught on. “Oh, my god! You really are growing!” Sammy exclaimed. Wes contorted his brows. “What do you mean? It’s working?” he asked. Sammy walked up to Wes and started feeling up his shoulders, letting his fingers stroke the veins that protruded from his growing arms. With every second that passed, Sammy’s bony fingers could hold less and less of Wes’ upper arms as his biceps and triceps seemed to swell with every breath, pushing out further with every pulse. It wasn’t long before Sammy’s hand could only hold half of the circumference of Wes’ inflating arms. It was at this point that Wes also started getting taller. I walked up to him, same as Sammy, and watched in awe as Wes stretched up to my eye level then was looking down on me in a matter of seconds. “Holy shit, you’re really growing now!” Sammy said with a grin stretched across his face. Wes continued growing upwards and outwards, now at a steady pace. He placed his hands on Sammy’s high shoulders as the top of his head crawled up from Sammy’s neck up to Sammy’s chin. “I don’t even notice!” Wes said. He shot up his arms and gave us his strongest double bicep pose. “Can you see me getting bigger? You can touch me if you want, just to see if it’s really happening.” Sammy happily obliged, standing behind Wes and stroking the thick muscles that protruded from Wes’ upper body. Wes was still growing, already far wider than Sammy and me. As I watched him inflate, memories of Wes growing out of control in the office flooded back into my head. But in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I stood in front of him, tilting my neck back to look him in the eyes. Even with his bicep pose stretching his torso outwards, his chest still continued to pump full of muscle. His pecs were starting to rise and expand outwards, inching closer and closer towards me, then higher and higher as he also continued growing in height. If I had to guess, he was probably 5’9“, and he didn’t look like he was done. Sammy was already having a hard time wrapping both his hands around his upper arms. And as his biceps and triceps continued to inflate, it didn’t look like it was going to get any easier. “Holy shit, this is amazing!” Sammy said. “I didn’t think he would get so big.” “I didn’t either. The last time, it took him I think three days to get this huge.” Wes popped his back as he adjusted his stance and only continued growing, albeit at a slower pace. “You’ve got to be joking. I’ve always been this big, you guys,” he said. “How tall are you now?” I asked. “Mmpf. Uh, 5’10”? ...And a half?” he said. Finally, it seemed like he wasn’t growing any taller. Sammy’s eyes grew wide. “Four and a half inches taller and, what, a hundred pounds of extra muscle now? Two hundred?” Soon I was eye-level with his nose, his mouth, then finally, his chin. It was no surprise at the rate he was growing that my entire shoulder width was already outgrown by Wes’ chest breadth alone. He’d always been the one whose muscles grew the largest out of the three, and now was no different. “Wait, no, I’m 5’11”,” Wes said. “Yeah, definitely 5’11”.” Sammy bent forward and wrapped his lithe arms around Wes’ underarms, letting his fingers crawl along the stretched-out skin. He couldn’t wrap his arms around Wes anymore, even with his height. “My god, you’re huge! I’ve never seen anyone so big before,” Sammy said, kissing Wes on the cheek and resting his head on the bulging delt. “Oh, now, you think I’m big. You always told me in college I was small!” “Wesley babe, are you kidding? Have you seen yourself in the mirror! You’re a fucking behemoth! How can you even move your arms?!” Wesley smiled and flexed a huge arm in Sammy’s eager face. “You mean like this? Of course I can still move around. I haven’t even started growing yet… right?” “Actually, I think you’re finally done,” I said. “This is… a lot more muscle than last time you were this height.” I looked down and saw that Wes’ once-fitting, skin-tight lycra swim shorts had been pulled all the way up to his groin. They looked like they shrunk in the wash. Wes’ lower body didn’t slack off when it came to growing, and his new muscled-up legs were proof, bigger than they were the last time he was 5’11”. It wasn’t farfetched to think that there was just as much muscle in his thighs alone as there was in my entire body. There was no way he was fitting into regular pants ever again. He might’ve even had as much muscle in his thick legs as Froy did, and he was way taller. It was a miracle his swimwear stayed on. It looked like his newly swollen bulge needed all the extra material, especially with how much it stood out as if he packed a whole pound of meat in his junk. If there was anything I could really love about Wes’ body, there was always a tight layer of chub that accentuated just how thick he really was. His abs got just a bit buried underneath a baby gut, but sometimes, less is more. Or in this case, Wes is more. At the rate he was constantly shifting body sizes, I was surprised that he was able to handle the whiplash. But I had to be honest, Wes at 5’11” was pretty hot. He’d grown well into his young beard, and with the muscle power of a hairless bear to match, Wes looked like a buff oversized CEO of his own company, ready to take on the world. Shirt size? XXXL, easy. Waist size? Probably 36” or 91cm. Sammy stood back and admired Wes from a foot away. “Now I gotta say… I’ve seen lots of big 5’11” guys, but you’re the biggest one I’ve ever seen!” he said. Wes laughed and started fidgeting around, causing his powerful arms and chest to press against one another in a war for space. He bit his lip as Sammy caught his eye. “Thanks, Sammy. I really love your compliments, you know that?” Sammy blushed. “Aww, stop it, you animal.” He tackled Wes into a hug, but Wes didn’t even seem to budge. “C’mon, hug me back!” Wes smiled and immediately pinned Sammy in what I could only describe as an agonizing bear hug. “You like that, my thin man?” Sammy cried out in pleasured pain as he winced and gasped for air. As much as he tried prying himself free of Wes’ hold, it didn’t look like Wes was budging. “Wes, Wes…! I can’t—breathe!” However, instead of one of Wes’ usual quips, he was dead silent. I looked at his face and saw his eyes had become foggy again. The asian blush started coloring his face a light pink hue as he almost seemed to get lost in an unprovoked ecstasy. Then, just when we thought he was done, the unthinkable happened. His growth resumed. He started growing again. This time, faster—and more powerful—than ever. He immediately shot up taller in mere seconds, closing the gap between him and Sammy. My eyes were already at his upper chest when it seemed to stop, just like with Sammy. All the while, his muscles kept up in speed, causing him to not lose any of the disproportionate size he had moments ago. In fact, even when he stopped growing taller, his muscles only continued to explode in girth. Sammy was beginning to get consumed in the cavity of Wes’ tremendously inflating pecs and arms. I fell onto my back as I watched Wes end his spontaneous growth spurt. My eyes traveled down his thick body to his legs which grew just as much as his torso. With the last few surges, his swim shorts finally gave way and fell apart, hanging as rags on his quickly hardening cock. It wasn’t as long as Froy’s, but it was definitely fatter by a wide margin. A few streams of light pre-cum spilled onto the floor as I watched. Wes then released Sammy and let him collapse on the ground in front of me, gasping for air, struggling to find the pace. If he had been wearing pearls, he would’ve been clutching them. Wes lost balance and stumbled backwards. With his most recent growth bomb, he had undoubtedly become a tank. Though the first bout of inflation gave him some extra pudge, there was more raw Herculean muscle that pumped his body to new proportions this time around. This caused the hidden cuts and striations along his muscles to emerge. His arms were unable to move around as much due to his enlarged lats blocking the way. They flared out, much like the rest of him did. When he finally caught his footing, he rubbed and shook his head. Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled. “So what now? Did I grow yet?” he asked. I stood back up and marvelled in awe at the absolute unit my boss had turned into in a manner of minutes—seconds, even. It scared me just how much the thought of how easily he could suffocate me in his pecs aroused me. Would he ever be able to wear clothes again? Sammy, still on the floor, was coughing violently. “Oh, yeah. Yes, you fucking did, you dick.” Wes walked over to him, somehow only noticing just then that Sammy was on the ground. As he did, I swear the floorboards shook a little. Not as much as when Marcus sprinted out of the lobby, but he was close. He might’ve even had more muscle than Froy. “Whoa, hey, are you okay?” Wes asked, reaching out an enormous hand. Sammy took his help and was thrown up to his feet with ease. “Eugh, yeah, I’m fine. You two weren’t joking about the whole out-of-control thing. I can’t believe you almost crushed me! I know I told you it was a fantasy of mine to die in the arms of a god, but not so soon! And not in a beach house!” Wes planted his hands on Sammy’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes, with his fat cock still fully erect and resting on Sammy’s navel. “Hey, did I hurt you? You know I would never mean to hurt you, right?” As Sammy raised his head to answer, finally standing at full height, it was then that we both noticed. Wes was an inch taller than Sammy. And nearly triple as wide. “Oh, my god. You’re taller than me.” Sammy gasped. “I’m… not used to looking up. Especially not to you, Wes.” “What do you mean? I’ve always been 6’4” and a half. Isn’t that why you called me little in college? As a joke?” Wes asked without a sliver of irony. Sammy wasn’t uttering a word in his disbelief. “No, Wes,” I said. “You used to be 5’6”, an inch shorter than me, like, five minutes ago.” Wes snorted, laughing at me. “Pfft. Don’t lie to me, Dory. How could I have ever been as small as you?” “Because you grew! I thought we told you to believe us. Your memories are lying to you, Wes.” His smile faded away. “What, no, you can’t be serious. There’s no way I was ever so small. Just look at me! I’m way bigger than motherfucking Zeb Atlas!” “You really did grow, Wes. A lot. A whole fucking lot,” Sammy said. “Et tu, Sammy? I don’t get it, why are you guys lying to me? I thought we were supposed to show Sammy how I grow.” “You did grow! We aren’t lying to you, Wes. You drank Sammy’s and your own cum and became a goddamn gorilla in less than five minutes. We saw you!” I said. “What are you talking about now? If you keep this charade up, I’m going to dock your pay, Dor’. I haven’t even gotten a taste of Sammy’s cum yet, so stop lying.” “Oh, boy,” I said. “This is new.” Wes stared at both of us with such a palpable anger that I was afraid of what he would do with his new size. “You know what? Fuck it. The experiment probably wasn’t going to work anyway,” Wes said. “If you guys need me and are ready to talk like people I trust again, I’ll be in my room.” Wes shoved Sammy against me with such force that we both tumbled onto the ground. He stormed out of the beach house and left Sammy and I speechless. “Well… that went well,” I said. As I stood back up again, Sammy lay collapsed on the floor. He was clearly exhausted after everything that just happened. “You okay?” I asked. Sammy looked me in the eyes with his mouth ajar. “Bitch, do I look okay to you? I’m fucking K.O.’d, thanks for asking.” “Sorry about that. Wes doesn’t have anger issues, I promise.” “I think I know more about Wesley than you do, sweetie. Just go and enjoy the rest of your vacation or whatever. I’ll go check up on Wes. I’ll probably need to bring a few guards with tranquilizer guns just to be safe.” “Are you sure?” “Yes! Now get out of here and let me contemplate on my complex emotions. Wes squeezed the goddamn life out of me. Figuratively and literally—twice.” “Alright, if you say so. I’ll probably go to the pool, chill a bit. Feel free to drop by and say ‘hi’ if you want.” “Sure, Jan.” “It’s… Dory.” “Bitch, the fuck, just go already! Jeez!” And with that, I was gone.

Adventure Number Four My frail-looking little body screamed to have the night air massaging it. I went shirtless, even though I looked like a lily-white twig walking across campus. Someone might have even mistaken me for a kid in junior high. There was a giant boulder smack in the middle of campus. A crane had placed it there many years ago, so senior classes could paint it each year to leave some legacy until the next graduating class came along. Last year’s class had written something in Latin that took everyone by surprise – it was usually lyrics to some popular thought-provoking song of the year. I decided it would be fun if tomorrow the campus suddenly seemed a little off to everyone else because the rock was in a new place. I also knew there would be a small gaggle of muscled jocks that would be hard all day because they’d know exactly who moved the massive thing. They’d probably all beat off a few times just imagining the small dweeb hefting up the huge boulder as if it were nothing more than a tennis ball. Hell, I knew I could hold the damn thing with one arm and that made my cock shoot harder than ever just thinking about it. I decided I needed to film myself doing the move – so I could beat off to it later on, as well. Who knows, maybe I’d send the video to some of my new friends just to give them an extra thrill. I figured if there was going to be a video out there of me showing off my strength, I’d need to wear a mask to conceal my identity. I walked over to a fuse box and ripped the steel plate off which was covering it. It came off as easy as if I were unwrapping a present. Bolts were ripped in two and metal plating peeled apart simply because my tiny, super strong, delicate looking, manicured hand wanted it to happen. The sound made my cock throb. Steel screaming because it was manipulated like it was foil. Just for fun, I reached in and grabbed the multiple fuses in the box and squeezed. Countless volts of electricity zapped my small hand and it merely tickled. Sparks flew everywhere, like it was a Fourth of July fireworks show, and I simply soaked up the power like it was a bolt of protein-lightning. My little frame tightened up like someone was wringing out a wet rag – strength multiplied within me and I could tell I was churning out electrified testosterone as if it were just a light sheen of sweat. Lights flickered and then went off throughout half of the campus. I had just sucked in enough fuel to run half of our huge university. I was jacked up beyond my wildest dreams and my cock was harder than titanium. I felt like I could take on the world. I turned toward the big boulder and viewed it as if it were just a tiny pebble. A hundred men would not have been able to lift the thing, but I sensed that I was much more powerful than that many huge guys. I walked over to the side of the thing – it towered way above my head and was the size of four or five SUV’s. I put my forefinger against its side and pushed. My small, weak looking toothpick of a finger easily dug into pure rock – like I was poking through icing on a cake. I let out a high-pitched moan at the ease of my destruction. I also thought about punching the side of the big thing and disintegrating it into a big pile of rubble, but I knew the school would frown upon that and, besides, moving the thing to a new spot would get a lot more attention. I would wait for them to bring the crane in to lift it back into its original spot and have some fun with the machine late one night. I thought about inviting some of the big boys to come and watch me pump out a ton of repetitions with a huge crane and that got me even more excited. Who knows, maybe I’d be brave enough to bend the huge machine into some unrecognizable blob – but I didn’t want to encourage a group of ex-bullies by doing something so wrong. Still, ripping apart a huge crane would be fun. I could make sure the company the school used was corrupt and then it wouldn’t bother me as much. We’d have to wait and see. For now, I just wanted to toss the boulder around and then put it somewhere fun. “Hey squirt, did you see what happened to the fuse box? Man, you should wear a shirt. No one wants a gander at your bony little ghost body.” I quickly removed my finger from the boulder and turned to see two hulking security guards standing nearby, looking at the fuse box. It was a glorious sight – two roid-gutted, bulging arms in tight sleeves, strongmen-competitor-looking, clearly cocky as hell, underpaid, over enthusiastic, not that bright security guards. It was also obvious that they considered themselves more like vigilante cops than campus security. One even had his steel baton out – as if the little guy standing beside the school boulder might be a formidable foe. He had no idea he was way out of his league. I smiled and cocked back my slim young schoolboy shoulders and sauntered in their direction. This was going to be fun. I could already tell they needed to be taught some manners. “Heloooo officers. The fuse box? Oh yeah, I needed a little jolt for an upcoming orgasm, so I grabbed the fuses and let a ton of electricity pump into my little body – giving me the same kind of rush you both probably get when someone shoots steroids into your ass.” “What the fuck was that, pipsqueak?” “Officer, number two – as I was saying to your partner. I stopped here to pick up the university boulder and move it somewhere else, you know, just to freak people out, but then I decided I needed a mask. Cause, you know, I want to film myself lifting the rock and I don’t want people to know it’s me. So, anyhoo, I tore off the metal cover to the fuse box to wrap it around my face. See, I fold the sheet a couple of times, like this, to make a thin strip and then I can easily poke two holes in it like this. Nothing to it. Shoving my finger through a sheet of metal is easy – especially since I just made a finger hole in the boulder, too. Now, I just wrap it around my face like this and it stays in place because it’s metal. And voila, I have a good mask.” “Quit your stupid aluminum foil trick, little boy and head on home. You have delusions of grandeur – saying things like taking electrical shocks, folding metal, and lifting a three-ton boulder. Go on, get outta here. Children shouldn’t be out after dark.” “I’d be careful who you call a kid, officer. Cause could a kid do this?” I grabbed hold of the jagged pointed end of the huge boulder and lifted. Immediately, the giant thing ripped free of its cement mooring and soared into the air above my head. It was like lifting a deceiving prop from a movie set or a giant piece of Styrofoam. Picking up the three-ton giant rock was nothing for me. The faces of the two men went from shock to confusion to doubt to fear in just a few short seconds. Just to play with them some more and make them really nervous, I let go with one hand and balanced the massive boulder in the air with just one hand. I even lowered and raised it a few times to show how easy it was for me. “Ralph, are you fucking seeing what I’m seeing?” “I am, Stu, and it just doesn’t make sense. Look at the scrawny weakling. He’s holding the boulder in the air like it was a balloon. How’s that possible? We must be asleep and dreaming.” “I assure you, gentlemen, you’re not dreaming. This dweeb, this child, this scrawny weakling happens to be about a thousand times stronger than you could ever dream of being. I can toss this big boulder in the air and catch it with one hand. Like this.” “Fucking no way!” “Yes way. Here, let’s break off a chunk for you guys to feel. That will tell you all of this is real.” I reached up with my free hand and broke off a piece of the tip of the boulder. It was about the size of a bowling ball. I tossed it to the biggest guy – Stu was his name. He caught it, but I could tell the weight of the thing was much more than he had anticipated. Seeing me easily toss the boulder in the air made him actually believe he could easily do the same. He was shocked by the density of the chunk I tossed him. He stumbled back a little from the weight. He then tried to break the big thing in two. When it was clear he would not succeed, he reached up and tried to break off an edge. That, too, proved way too hard for his big muscular hands. He handed the piece of stone to his partner and Ralph tried to demolish it, too. Neither guy could even get a sliver to break off. “You see, fellas, it’s the real deal. I’m the real deal, too. I’m fucking lifting a three-ton rock over my head like it was nothing. Here, why don’t you guys try holding it.” I let the towering boulder fall in their direction. They screamed like young school boys. Ralph covered his face with the back of his arms and Stu hit the ground fast. My grip easily stopped the big boulder just a few inches from Ralph’s hands. The wind created by the big rock moving blew the guy’s hair back like in a cartoon. The two men continued to yell for a while and then they realized they weren’t smashed like pancakes. Ralph parted his hands and the relief on his face was priceless. He saw that I was basically holding the rock inches from his face with on outstretched hand and for a second I thought he was going to pass out. “On second thought, fellas, I’m not sure those steroid bloated muscles of yours could hold this heavy thing. We wouldn’t want you both flattened like cardboard cutouts. I’m not the kind of guy to hurt others – even when they’re bullies pumped up with fake muscles. So, let’s whip this thing back up in the air like this. See, this little mouse of a guy can play with a three-ton boulder like it was a ping-pong ball. Kind of turns you on, doesn’t it, fellas. Well, it turns me on something powerful. I’m basically a tiny Atlas holding the world above his head. You guys probably thought two hundred and something pounds was impressive for an overhead press, right? But look at me, pressing the weight of three huge elephants into the air like it was just two pounds. So, my roided weaklings, my goal was to move the boulder so everyone will be a little confused tomorrow. I think that nice open spot right over there is good. I think I’ll just slam it into the ground so it sticks up in the air. The jocks will have fun climbing on it tomorrow and everyone will be surprised they didn’t hear the crane that came in to move it.” By this point, both Stu and Ralph were standing and staring at me – mouths open, eyes wide as saucers, and each man was mumbling obscenities about how all of this was unbelievable. I walked about two hundred feet away to a grassy part of the quad. I grabbed the boulder’s tip with my other hand and then slammed the thing into the earth below. The force of my shove sent the tip down into the ground until a big portion of the boulder disappeared – securing the thing as if it had been there for eons. The main part of the huge rock stuck up into the air like a miniature mountain in the middle of campus. It was higher than some of the nearby trees. I suddenly realized I had created a rock climbing wall for students. That will be fun. I knew there’d be some shocked faces tomorrow. I also knew there’d be a group of guys that would instantly need to beat off because they’d know the mighty mouse they had met the night before had done this little job – easily. That made me remember my two new security friends. I quickly jogged back to where they were – knowing there was more fun to come. “I’m sure you two meatheads are now going to want to beat me with your nightsticks. My display of super strength will not have been enough to convince you that nothing you could do will hurt me. It still doesn’t compute that this little so-called dweeb of a guy has more power in his pinkie than the two of you put together. Now that the boulder is not high above my head – being easily held with one hand – you both think I’m just some late-night ruffian that needs to be taught a lesson. Go ahead, fellas, pound away. I need a good massage.” Did I know muscle-headed goons or what? As if right on cue, the two security men raised their batons and let them fly towards my hundred-pound small frame. These were weapons that could make a large grown man fall to his knees instantly. These were tools of destruction that could pound through a wooden door easily. These sticks of metal could bust through a car windshield in one or two strikes. But when the heavy metal weapons struck my little, tightly-packed, indestructible body they bounced off like they were nothing but toothpicks. I could tell the reverberations shooting through the lead pipes as they hit my undentable skin made the guys hands instantly sting with unexpected pain. The two morons, however, continued to bash down of me as if they thought the sixth or tenth pummel would make me fall. I didn’t budge and inch. As a matter of fact, I took this time to look at my nails – knowing some dirt and paint from the boulder had found its way there. I could tell the strikes against my body were getting softer . . . well, softer to me. Both men were getting tired of swinging their weapons and not accomplishing anything. Their little brains could not compute how this skinny tiny dude in front of them was taking the kind of beating that could have stopped a rhino. I decided it was time to give them a rest. I raised my hands with super speed and easily caught both batons in mid-swing. I jerked them out of the guards’ hands with just a slight tug – sending even more pain up the arms of each guy. I then quickly put the two sticks together and held them up in the air, so both men could clearly see them. Bending them was a breeze, but I did it slowly just to emphasize my inhuman strength and to make both men moan out loud as they watched their trusty weapons being demolished by a guy they considered a munchkin. “Bending super strong steel makes me horny, fellas. Look how my tiny hands and little fingers warp these things like they were just strings of taffy. Notice how my fingers are squeezing into the metal like a baker manipulates dough. Just imagine the strength in my boyish hands, good sirs. It’s the kind of power you can only fantasize about, right? Oh yeah, listen to how your puny sticks are screaming from the destruction I’m causing. They’re saying that no guy is supposed to have this kind of power. They’re saying they’re supposed to be indestructible. Look how I’ve now bent them in half and it took no effort at all. Let’s go for quarters, shall we, boys? This dweeb you just pounded away on and did nothing to him is folding up four layers of Grade-A baton steel with his little hands and he isn’t even breaking a sweat. Damn, I love destroying weapons that don’t hurt me at all. It’s like I’m righting some huge wrong in the world. It’s like these batons are bloated steroid muscles, too. All show and no substance. Look how I’ve turned your precious tools of pain into nothing more than a glob of steel. Now, to work out my grip.” I held the twice folded batons in one hand and squeezed. Steel was crushed by my powerful hand like it was warm cookie dough being molded by my fingers. I was so turned on by my own display of strength that I hadn’t noticed both men were moaning in awe and pleasure. Two red-necked, power-hungry, juiced-up, massive bodybuilder security guards were finding it impossible to not get off on my power. Stu actually absent-mindedly reached over and started rubbing the hard crotch of his pal, Ralph – clearly knowing, just from the moans, that his partner was sporting a massive hard-on. Ralph, in return, did the same favor for his friend. I squeezed my hand tighter and the ends of the stick pushed out from my hand like gooey candy being smashed. Finally, both ends fell to the ground. My hand had easily pressed so hard that the stick broke in two. The crotch rubbing in front of me intensified as both men stared at their destroyed weapons on the ground. I thought it was time for my new friends to explode and I knew just how to accomplish that plan. I walked over to them. I reached down and slid my hand between the legs, letting my fingers rest under their asses and my thumbs press against their rock-hard cocks. Their balls were resting in my palms. Both men continued to play with the heads of their partner’s cock through the material of their uniform pants. I raised my hands to the joyous double-moans of both men. The two massive bodybuilders went up into the air – picked up shamelessly easy with my powerful arms. I held the two big roided men above my head and pressed my thumbs into the base of their cocks, while squeezing their balls with my palms. They both clearly had short fuses or maybe it was just that my strength was too much for them. Either way, they were goners. “I think the big guys are ready to pop! There she blows!” To see two big bodybuilders orgasm powerfully at the same time is my kind of porn. To know that I caused both orgasms just makes it even more special. But to be holding said two men in the air with one arm each and literally squeezing the cum out of them with your little super-powered hands is almost overwhelming. I could have easily joined them in their intense spewing, but I was saving myself. My upstairs neighbor in the dorm had taken to playing his music really loud at all hours of the night and I had decided to blast a hole through my roof – his floor – tonight with my cum. I was then going to easily jump up through the hole and make sure the dude learned some manners about living in community. Smashing his speakers was going to be fun. Saving myself for blasting semen through thick concrete was going to be worth it. I don’t think my two security friends could have prevented their overpowering blasts even if their life had depended on it. Underwear was filled with steroid laden spunk – gobs and gobs of it. The two muscled guys shook like they were human vibrators on top speed. I held on tightly with my powerful grip and they looked like those bobbing toys some people put on their dashboards. “Look-a-there, big boys – this little guy made you both explode like dynamite. You just couldn’t handle all my dominance, could you? Got off on the dweeb holding you both in the air like you were just over-muscled Ken dolls. That’s some dick you’ve got there, Stu. You’re still spewing and your friend, Ralph, has been finished for a while. You’re like a big old cum factory, aren’t you? It’s going to take you hours to clean up all that juice you’re gushing. I guess you both like being lifted by someone clearly a hundred times more-brawny than you. I might be small, but I have the strength of Hercules, Thor, the Hulk, and Superman all wrapped up into one, boys. Want a building moved? I’m your man, dudes. Want an army destroyed? Send in the mighty mouse, fellas. Want a guy to shoot off an orgasm harder than he ever has or ever will again? Let this colossally strong runt manhandle them like they were babies. You won’t be forgetting me anytime soon, my good muscle-headed friends. You also won’t be getting soft anytime soon, either. I seem to have that kind of effect on guys – making them so hard it makes it difficult to walk. Now, both of you said some hurtful things earlier. A weaker guy would have gotten mad and taken care of you like I did that three-ton rock, but that’s not me. As you can see, I’m not a weaker man. I do think, however, you both need to be taught a lesson. You need to learn that you should be nice to others. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you – I see the fearful faces. I’m just going to make it so you remember the masked mighty mouse for a long time. But, my identity is to remain a secret, okay? If not, I’m going to visit you with the boulder in my palm again and this time I won’t stop it from smashing you. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes sir.” “Yes sir.” “Wow! Such manners, fellas. I’m impressed at what fast learners you are. It’s only right that you should show some respect to a guy so much more powerful. Strength is a respect magnet, isn’t it, boys? No need to answer, your twitching hard cocks are all the answer I need. Now, to help you both learn a lesson. Let’s leave you as a calling card for the morning security shift, shall we. First, let’s set you aside for a few seconds, Stu.” I went over to one of the metal streetlights – shaped like British oil lamps of bygone years. There were two balled nobs sticking out from either side. The light had been off for a while, extinguished by my absorption of electrical power earlier, so I knew it wasn’t hot. I lifted Stu a little higher and looped the back of his belt over the nob, so when I let go he was dangling in the air like some kind of figurine hooked to a Christmas tree. He dangled in the air – clearly still trying to recover from his momentous orgasm. I also noticed that Ralph was almost dozing – his own explosion having wrecked him completely. I walked him over to another street lamp. I grabbed the pole in the center and pushed forward, bending it down like it had been only wet pasta. I then held Ralph in place as I bent the upper part of the lamppost tightly around his body. When I stepped back he stayed in place – sticking out over the walkway and his shoes a few feet off the ground. It was like the metal pole was a belt holding him like a giant’s grip. I could tell the guy barely registered what I had done – he was so spent he merely wanted to fall asleep. And that’s exactly what he did – upright, trapped by a twisted metal pole. Morning security was going to have a hard time figuring out how to free these guys. I walked back over to Stu, who was now pretty wide awake and clearly shocked by what I had so easily done to his partner. He looked down at me. “How is it possible?” “Let’s just say I ate all of my vegetables, big Stu. And I worked out by lifting bulldozers. Wow, that sure made you moan. Look at you, still hard as a flagpole. That’s a pretty powerful tool you’re packing, Stu, but I bet it can’t shove through metal like mine can – can it? Yeah, I thought that would make your eyes roll back into your head. Well, let’s get you secure, too, shall we?” I lifted the big man off of the knob, held him in place, easily bent his pole down, and then wrapped it securely around his body, too. He, like his partner, was a few feet off the ground completely trapped by a hand-manipulated steel pole. It was like I was decorating the campus for some kind of bodybuilder holiday. Seeing the roided, wet crotched, huge men dangling in the air – one, sound asleep – was pretty amazing. I marveled at my handiwork – the boulder, the metal mask I was wearing, the tons of voltage my body had absorbed, and the great work I had done with the officers’ steel batons – not to mention the lamppost holders. It had been a fun way to top off an already glorious night. It was definitely time to get home. I was ready to blast out a huge chunk of my ceiling with a super powerful ejaculation. It would be a deafening explosion that would even drown out my upstairs neighbor’s music. He would remember this night, as well. “Good night, Stu. Don’t forget this mighty mouse, okay? As if you could. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again real soon. Remember, only nice comments from now on to people smaller than you. There’s no reason to be a big bad bully. Cause if you are, I’ll come back and tighten that lamppost until your roided gut is a size twenty. I’m not sure that would be good for the digestive system or your breathing. And now I’ll be off into the night air.” Just to give the groggy officer one last thrill – hell, it probably would make him orgasm again – I jumped into the air. A gush of wind followed me as I soared upward and I heard a loud moan come from the man below. He had clearly exploded again – as predicted. The cool breeze on my tiny nipples felt good as I basically leapt to my dorm across campus in a single bound.

"I just started running." Ahem, you mean "Waddling", don't you big boy? I'm looking forward to the next part. I totally expect him to go through some shock about how he can't run anymore, and I know there will be hell to pay when his wife gets home.

I've absolutely loved the story so far as well! You had me going for a minute. When William got up and he still was in the zone with loving his size, I thought maybe a permanent change in mental attitude had overtaken him. It was a good twist having him come out of it during the workout at the gym. I can't wait for the final chapter, but I hope it's a long one. It seems like there is a lot still to go through, Will getting hopefully bigger (much) than the other two brothers, his wife's reaction to his new size, whether he truly learns to accept and even embrace his size. Thanks for a terrific story!

I love this story! I think the simple muscle growth stories can sometimes be the most engaging, and this one has some good characters and a lot of great potential. I am a sucker for happy endings, though, so I really hope William comes around to his newfound manliness soon! Lovely stuff, keep up the great work!

SPANISH Un día mi hermano menor se compró un extraño videojuego durante una venta de garaje, el juego se llamaba "Quest for muscles" y parecía una copia barata de skyrim en el explorabas un mundo abierto mientras peleabas con monstruos y subías de nivel. Sin embargo, había ciertos detalles que eran inquietantes el avatar de mi hermano era una copia casi idéntica de el incluso en el cuerpo era flacucho y bastante más bajo que la mayoría de los npc además cuando lo subía de nivel en lugar de estas comunes como Magia, inteligencia, destreza habían sido remplazados por cosas como bíceps, tríceps, pectorales, estatura, etc. cada vez que el personaje de mi hermano subía de nivel estos stats aumentaban ligeramente. No le di mucha importancia y dejé a mi hermano con su videojuego mientras yo me fui a dormir me costó un poco por que escuchaba ruidos de mi hermano aun jugando. "En algún momento se cansará" pensé mientras me quedaba profundamente dormido, ala mañana siguiente me desperté y los ruidos del videojuego aun sonaban ahora si estaba enojado ese enano había estado jugando sin parar toda la noche. Ese fue el colmo camine hacia su cuarto para darle una paliza por no parar de jugar. pero algo hizo detenerme al abrir la puerta en lugar de encontrarme a mi escuálido hermano menor en su lugar había un hombre gigante, sus piernas eran tan largas que sus enormes pies colgaban unos cm sobre la cama, pero lo más impresionante era su físico, sus bíceps eran del tamaño de melones, uno de sus pectorales era más grande que mi cabeza y a través de sus apretadas ropas se podía ver unos marcados abdominales. sin embargo, Lo que hizo que me congelara es cuando vi la cara del hombre gigantesco, unida por un grueso cuello estaba la cara de mi hermano menor con todo y sus gruesas gafas de nerd, sus ojos estaban fijos en la pantalla de la tv y en sus manos tenía aun el control de la video consola el cual se veía diminuto en sus enormes manos. En ese momento volteé a la pantalla y pude ver al avatar de mi hermano ahora con un cuerpo enorme matando a unos monstruos y subiendo de nivel."Genial! ¡Al fin llegue al nivel 100!" grito de repente mi hermano en una voz ahora más gruesa y varonil volteo hacia mí no se había dado cuenta de mi presencia y sonrió con una sonrisa malévola"Hola hermano una disculpe creo que me quede algo adicto a este juego, pero creo que valió la pena" dijo mientras hacía saltar sus redondos pectorales yo solo me quede en espectáculo mientras mi hermano "pequeño" se levantaba de la cama y su cabeza se elevaba más y más y más.... ENGLISH One day my younger brother bought a strange videogame during a garage sale, the game was called "Quest for muscles" and it looked like a cheap skyrim copy in which you explored an open world while fighting monsters . However, there were certain details that were disturbing the avatar of my brother was an almost identical copy of the even in the body was skinny and short most of the npc looked taller than his avatar, in addition when he was leveling up instead of the common stats like Magic intelligence, dexterity they had been replaced by things like biceps, triceps, pectorals, stature, etc. every time my brother's character level up these stats increased slightly. I did not give much importance and left my brother with his video game while I went to sleep ,it took me a while because I heard noises of my brother still playing. "At some point will get tired" I thought while I was sound asleep, the next morning I woke up and the sounds of the video game still sounded now if I was angry that dwarf had been playing without stopping all night. That was the last straw I walked to his room to give him a beating for not stopping playing. but something made me stop when I opened the door instead of finding my scrawnt younger brother in his place there was a giant man, his legs were so long that his huge feet hung a few cm out of the bed, but the most impressive was his physique, his biceps were the size of melons, one of his pectorals was bigger than my head and through his tight clothes you could see some marked abs. However, what made me freeze is when I saw the face of the gigantic man, joined by a thick neck was the face of my younger brother with everything and his thick nerd glasses, his eyes were fixed on the TV screen and in his hands he still had control of the video console which looked tiny in his huge hands. At that moment I turned to the screen and I could see my brother's avatar now with a huge body killing monsters and leveling up."YEAH!, finally reach level 100!" Suddenly my brother shouted in a voice now thicker and more manly, he turned towards noticing my presence and smiled with a malevolent grin"Hello, brother, sorry I think I was somewhat addicted to this game, but I think it was worth it" he said while bouncing his round pectorals I just stayed in shock while my "little" brother got up from the bed and his head was it rose more and more and more ....

Spanish Desde que era joven siempre estaba obsesionado en las películas y comics de superhéroes. esto usualmente provoca la burla de las demás personas que se rían del típico nerd flacucho que pasaba todo el tiempo con su cara en un comic en lugar de hacer deporte como un "verdadero hombre" sin embargo yo sabía que en algún momento obtendría mi venganza. Mi venganza ocurrió cuando después de una larga búsqueda encontré las gemas del infinito de nuestro universo, no voy a decir cómo ni donde las encontré ya que no quiero que alguien más las intente encontrar y destruya todos mis planes. Lo único importante es que las encontré todos me decían que estaba loco por buscar algo que solo existía en la ficción, pero yo sabía en mi interior que eran reales. Las coloqué en mi propia versión del guante del infinito y procedí a ponerme l guante. El guante era grande y pesado mi delgaducho brazo no llenaba ni un 1/5 del guante sin embargo al colocármelo sentí un poder como ningún otro, sentía que podía mover galaxias, destruirlas y volverlas a crear con tan solo un movimiento de dedos, sin embargo, yo ya sabía lo que iba a hacer puse mis dedos en posición y realicé un chasquido todo el universo se volvió blanco por un segundo. Cuando volví abrir los ojos aun tenía el guante pero las gemas ya no estaban no sé si volvieron al lugar donde las encontré o si simplemente se destruyeron sin embargo después de mirar un poco más vi que lo que había hecho había tenido resultado en lugar de mi delgaducho antebrazo ahora había un grueso y enorme brazo el cual con trabajos entraba en el guantelete que ahora se veía demasiado pequeño para ese musculosa mano conectada a eso estaba mi cuerpo pero este no era el delgaducho cuerpo sino un cuerpo de un dios donde sea que veis había músculos enormes y duros, gigantescos pectorales , abdominales marcados, cuádriceps tan grandes que se tocaban entre ellos y un trasero enorme y redondo que haría parecer al de Capitán América como un par de canicas a lado de las bolas de boliche que tenía por glúteos ahora. Mire mi ropa era la misma que usaba antes una playera de punisher, sin embargo, esta ahora había sido recortada en forma de tanto para mostrar mi musculoso cuerpo y además se notaba que era por lo menos unas 4 tallas más grandes. Flexione mis músculos sintiendo todo mi cuerpo endurecerse, sentía que podía luchar contra hulk con una mano atada en la espalda con este cuerpo. Después de unos minutos de admirar mi propio cuerpo abrí mi teléfono quiera ver si mi plan había resultado en todo el mundo ya que verán no junte las piedras más poderosas del universo tan solo para darme a mí un cuerpo de atlas sino que decidí reconstruir la realidad un poco, en este nuevo universo todos los geeks, nerds, otakus, jugadores de DnD , etc. se verían afectados por un extraño síntoma y sus cuerpos comenzarían a crecer músculos y estatura de una manera exponencial, lo mejor es que ni siquiera tenían que entrenar o comer saludable podían seguir pasando horas sentados con sus pasatiempos comiendo pizza o frituras y amanecerían habiendo ganado kg de puro musculo y cm de altura. También decidí poner un efecto contrario en los bulles y los docks haciendo que si mostraban interés en deportes estos comenzarían un proceso contrario sus cuerpos comenzarían a perder masa y altura sin importar que hiciera sus cuerpos se volvían blandos y débiles. Así que en este nuevo universo era normal ver nerds de 1.90 de estatura y más de 200 kg de musculo y rock de apenas 1.60 y pesando menos de 50kg. Lo mejor es que borre la memoria del anterior universo salvo la mía así que toda la gente pensaba que las cosas siempre habían sido así. No me tarde mucho en confirmar el éxito de mi plan solo tuve que checar Instagram en mi teléfono en todas las fotos veía nerds jugando videojuegos, en convenciones de anime, haciendo cosplay y en todas ellas todos tenían cuerpos de fisicoculturistas inyectados con hormonas sus enormes cuerpos destacaban sobre todos los demás, las convenciones era un océano de músculos con tantos nerds gigantes en un edificio tan pequeño. También vi fotos de algunos deportistas y atletas que seguía y como me lo imaginaba estos eran ahora debiluchos, equipos profesionales de futbol o básquet Ball parecían un grupo de adolescentes jugando por primera vez con sus cuerpos pequeños y blandos lanzando la pelota con dificultad y teniendo que tomar descansos frecuentes por su poca etamina. Sonreí al ver este nuevo universo flexioné una última vez mis músculos antes d oponerme en marcha al fin en este nuevo mundo yo era un "verdadero hombre” English Since I was young I was always obsessed with movies and superhero comics. This usually provokes the mockery of other people who laugh at the typical skinny nerd who spent all his time with his face in a comic instead of playing sports as a "real man" however I knew that at some point I would get my revenge. My revenge occurred after a long search. I found the infinity gems of our universe, I will not say how or where I found them since I do not want someone else to try to find and destroy all my plans. The only important thing is that I found them everyone told me that I was crazy to look for something that only existed in fiction, but I knew inside me that they were real. I placed them in my own version of the infinity gauntlet.T he gauntlet was big and heavy and my skinny arm did not fill even a 1/5 of the gauntlet however when I placed it I felt a power like no other, I felt that I could move galaxies, destroy them and recreate them with just a movement of fingers, however, I already knew what I was going to do. I put my fingers in position and snap them, the whole universe turned white for a second. When I opened my eyes I still had the glove but the gems were not there anymore I do not know if they went back to the place where I found them or if they were simply destroyed but after looking a little more I saw that what I had done their job .instead of my skinny forearm now there was a thick and huge arm which filled the entire gauntlet, in fact, it now looked a bit too small for my muscular hand. connected to that was my body but this was not the skinny body but a body of a god wherever you see there were huge, hard muscles, huge pectorals, marked abs, quadriceps so big that they touched each other, and a huge, round bubble but that would make Captain America look like a couple of marbles next to the bowling balls I had for glutes now. I looked at my clothes they were the same I was wearing before a Punisher shirt, however, this had now been cut to show my muscular body and also it was at least 4 sizes larger. I flexed my muscles feeling my whole body harden, I felt I could fight Hulk with a hand tied behind my back with this body. After a few minutes of admiring my own body, I opened my phone to see if my plan had been a success. Didn’t collect the most powerful stones of the universe just to give me an amazing body but I decided to reconstruct the reality a little bit, in this new universe all the geeks, nerds, otakus, players of DnD, etc. would be affected by a strange symptom and their bodies would begin to grow muscles and stature in an exponential way, the best thing is that they did not even have to train or eat healthily they could continue to spend hours sitting with their hobbies eating pizza or junk foods and they would wake up having gained lbs of pure muscle and cm height. I also decided to put an opposite effect on the bullets and the docks, so if they showed interest in sports, they would start an opposite process, their bodies would start to lose mass and height, regardless of whether their bodies became soft and weak. So in this new universe, it was normal to see nerds of 1.90 in height and more than 200 kg of muscle and rock of just 1.60 and weighing less than 50kg. The best thing is to erase the memory of the previous universe except for mine so that all the people thought that things had always been like this. It did not take me long to confirm the success of my plan I just had to check Instagram on my phone .in all the photos I saw nerds playing video games, in anime conventions, doing cosplay and in all of them they all look like bodybuilders injected with hormones their huge bodies They stood out above all others, the conventions were an ocean of muscles with so many giant nerds in such a small building. I also saw pictures of some athletes that I followed and as I imagined these were now weaklings, professional football or basketball teams Ball seemed like a group of teenagers playing for the first time with their small and soft bodies throwing the ball with difficulty and having to take frequent breaks due to their low stamina. I smiled to see this new universe I flexed my muscles one last time before turning to my new life at last in this new world I was a "true man"

Spanish Era una noche normal estaba tomando el metro hacia mi casa después de un largo día de trabajo. Estaba muy agotado y decide tomar una siesta durante el viaje en metro. me puse mis audífonos y abrí Spotify buscando una playlist con música que me ayudara a relajarme. Estaba a punto de poner una de mis playlist favoritas para dormir cuando me apareció una playlist recomendada la lista decía Crecimiento muscular mientras duerme. ¡Abrí la lista y leí la descripción, la cual decía cansado de entrenar sin obtener resultados ahora estimulé ese crecimiento muscular mientras duerme! Me reí un poco como es que la gente puede creer cosas como esta. Tan solo por curiosidad decidí poner la playlist riéndome de músculos creciendo así de fácil yo había entrenado por meses, pero mi cuerpo apenas había cambiado me costaba mucho ganar musculo por lo que a pesar de ir a entrenar por horas no había ganado un solo gramo y me seguía viendo igual de flaco y debilucho. Puse la playlist tan solo para entretenerme un rato sin embargo a penas la música empezó a tocar me empezó a sentir sumamente cansado y me quedé profundamente dormido. No desperté hasta dentro de varias horas después por el conductor del metro abrí mis ojos y me quité los audífonos que seguían reproduciendo la música abrí los ojos con pereza y poco a poco me di cuenta de que las luces estaban apagadas y me hallaba en la última estación del metro. el conductor estaba abandone, pero se veía algo nervioso y asustado, no estoy seguro por que no era la primera vez que quedaba dormido en un transporte y usualmente el conductor ya hubiera levantado mi flacucho cuerpo y aventado fuera de su transporte por lo que este hombre me despertara de manera tan pasiva me pareció raro, pero seguí algo dormido. "Hay disculpe...señor...ya es la última estación tiene que salir del metro... por favor" "Ah claro no se preocupe ahora bajo” dije, pero mi voz sonaba raramente profunda Intente levantarme, pero algo me impedía hacerlo como si mis piernas estuvieran atoradas hizo un poco más de fuerza en mis piernas y mi cuerpo salió disparado hacia arriba golpeándome la cabeza con el techo del metro. "Auge" dije frotándome la cabeza ya despierto después de ese golpeé vía mi alrededor al principio parecía que el metro se había encogido, pero después vi hacia abajo hacia mi propio cuerpo y no me lo podía creer. Era enorme mis pectorales eran del tamaño de sandias grandes y duras, mis bíceps erran montanas enormes que apenas y cabían en las mangas que habían sido estiradas hasta el límite. mite mis piernas las cuales eran largas y musculosas como troncos. mis pantalones parecían shorts ajustados mire el asiento donde me había levantado y vi que lo que me había atrapado eran los descansabrazos los vuales estaban ligeramente doblados por mi levantamiento brusco lo cual tenía sentido mi cuerpo era tan grande que necesitaría al menos 2 asientos para acomodar mis enormes glúteos. miré de nuevo al con razón se veía tan asustado su cabeza apenas llegaba a mis duros abdominales incluso sentado debí aparecer como un gigante para él. "disculpe por el asiento creo doble el descansabrazo un poco " dije finalmente en mi gruesa voz "No...no se preocupe..." dijo el conductor claramente aterrado del gigante musculoso y frente de él. sonreí y caminé hacia la salida el vagón de metro se sacudió un poco y tuve que agachar mi cabeza bastante para salir intentaba pensar que estaba sucediendo cuando me di cuenta de mi teléfono el cual aún estaba en mi mano. miré la pantalla la cual se veía diminuto a lado de mis dedos del tamaño de sal chica y vi que la lista aún se seguía reproduciendo. una sonrisa diabólica se puso y mi rostro al entender lo que había pasado. "me pregunto si habrá una lista similar para crecimiento mientras caminas después de todo será una larga caminata hasta mi casa " dije mientras me ponía los audífonos de nuevo y la música lleno mis oídos... English It was a normal night I was taking the subway to my house after a long day of work. I was very exhausted and decides to take a nap during the trip. I put on my earphones and opened Spotify looking for a playlist with music that would help me relax. I was about to put one of my favorite playlist to sleep when a recommended playlist appeared “Muscle Growth While Sleeping”. I opened the list and read the description, which said “ tired of training without getting results now stimulated that muscle growth while sleeping!” I laughed a little bit like , how people can believe things like this. Just out of curiosity I decided to put the playlist I had trained for months, but my body had barely changed it was very difficult to gain muscle so despite going to train for hours I had not won a single gram and I still looked just as skinny and weak. I put the playlist just to entertain myself for a while however as soon as the music started to play I started to feel extremely tired and I fell asleep. I did not wake up until several hours later because the subway driver opened my eyes and I removed the headphones that were still playing the music I opened my eyes lazily and little by little I realized that the lights were off and I was in the last Metro station. the driver was infront o me trying to wake me up but he looked a little nervous and scared, I'm not sure why it was not the first time I had fall asleep in a transport and usually the driver would have already pick up my skinny ass and thrown me out "There's excuse ... sir ... it's already the last station has to leave the metro ... please" said the driver "Oh sure do not worry I just fall asleep" I said, but my voice sounded rarely deep I tried to get up, but something prevented me from doing it as if my legs were stuck. It made a bit more strength in my legs and my body shot upwards hitting my head with the roof of the meter. "AUHH" I said, rubbing my head already awake after I hit it . I look around at first it seemed that the Metro had shrunk, but then I looked down towards my own body and I could not believe it. It was huge my pectorals were the size of big, hard watermelons, my biceps were huge mountains that barely fit on the sleeves that had been stretched to the limit. my legs were long and muscular tree trunks. my pants looked like tight shorts I looked at the seat where I had got up and saw that what had trapped me were the armrests that were now slightly bent by my abrupt lifting which made sense my body was so big that I would need at least 2 seats to accommodate my huge bubblebutt. I looked again at him with reason he looked so scared his head barely reached my hard abs even sitting I should have appeared as a giant for him. "Excuse me for the seat I think double the armrest a little" I finally said in my thick voice "No ... do not worry ..." said the driver clearly terrified of the muscular giant and in front of him. I smiled and walked towards the exit the subway car shook a bit and I had to duck my head enough to get out I was trying to think what was happening when I noticed my phone which was still in my hand. I looked at the screen which looked tiny next to my fingers the size of salt girl and I saw that the list was still playing. a devilish smile and my face when I understood what had happened. "I wonder if there will be a similar list for growth while walking after all it will be a long walk to my house" I said as I put the headphones back and the music filled my ears ...

Sean was seated on the concrete bench, arms and legs akimbo. So pumped was he not only was he unable to move his arms anymore, he could scarcely stand. His 5 acolytes cut and peeled off his sweat shirt and training trunks carefully. Sean was so bloated with a supernatural uberpump, his enormous size XXXXL size garments were like tourniquets on his vast, be-veined hypermuscular body, and could not be removed save by cutting. It is apparent now that Sean is a highly specialized machine, like a Formula 1 racer designed solely to go from zero to 250 kmh in 10 seconds. Like a Formula 1 racing car which requires a whole team of engineers in attendance, Sean required his own team of helpers in his most basic biological tasks because of his far-far-gone-beyond uber-human scale. Sean is literally so muscle-bound he can no longer handle normal day to day living chores of a normally-proportioned human-being. Sean led a special life, served by special acolytes, ate a strict and special diet, built his body according to a special program, all in a ruthless and utterly devoted, religion-like dedication to muscular hyptertrophy. He was as far removed from `'normal'' humanity as a Ferrari Formula 1 racer was different from your common garden variety Honda Accord or Ford Taurus. Sean was now stripped naked. An amazing sight greets his 5 acolytes. A vaguely humanoid shape assaulted the eyes. Sean made the Hulk looked like an anorexic Miss Universe. Other than having a clearly discernible head, Sean was a monstrous mass of marble-hewn muscles, bowling balls and cantaloupes wrapped in human skin. Every part visible of Sean was grotesquely bloated muscles abutting on other distended muscles, everywhere on Sean's body snaked vascularity which looked like a city's water pipe map gone mad. In his post-work- out, superpumped state, his arms looked like the rear legs of a prize bull inflated with helium. He was also more or less totally helpless now, literally muscle-bound in his hyper-mascularity, his massive tree trunk like chest heaving up and down majestically in post- workout panting. Sean was an artwork-in-progress, the result of almost a decade of maniacal devotion to packing on as much muscles as training, nutrition, genetics, and mania-like-dedication could pack. It was Sean's intention to transcend humanity through muscle- building. It was an understatement to say he looked like a young god. His acolytes began to spray warm water over Sean with a shower- sprayer to wash away his sweat, which was streaming across and down his massive musculature like river flowing down the curving landscape of Earth. Sean grunted in satisfaction. His attendants began to lovingly lather shower foam all over Sean's massive tortured frame with sponges, washing away his fatigue and the stench of sweat. Sean was soon coated in a shiny layer of bubbles, his massive boulder-like muscles as shiny and gleaming as the wax job on a Mercedes 500 CLK fresh off the production line in Stuttgart. Sean's appearance was so intensely erotic – he was the male, muscular version of Venus! – his five acolytes soon sported involuntary hard-on's as intense as steel pipes, and Sean smiled at the sight of his usual effect on men. Sean was intensely proud of his physique – as a result of the decade-long inhuman dedication to muscle-building, Sean knew he had this effect on males of every persuasion, be they straight or gay. Sean was the god in Sex God. Sean caught sight of himself in the showerroom mirror, attended and fussed over by his five acolytes (all of whom had intense iron-like erection), as if they were engineers lovingly tuning, washing and waxing a sports car. The very sight turned him on too, and his monster-dick began to twitch and swell. Sean's acolytes began to towel him dry. He was so tickled by the feeling of being toweled off his monster-dick began to swell and twitch in rhythm with his heartbeat. From a limp `'small'' 13- inches, his sausage began to swell, twitch, swell, twitch, swell, twitch, swell, twitch, until it was a majestic 22 inches long. For Sean had so much male hormones as a result of his training and diet, even his dick has hypertrophied monstrously through the years. Sean's dick finally swelled to its great, majestic limit. It was actually terrifying to behold. 22 inches from top of the balls to the end of the glands, Sean's penis belonged on a baby male sperm whale, not a human being. Topped with a huge, grapefruit sized, purplish glands, massive veins traced and ran mesmerizingly down the sides of Sean's shaft, surrounding the full mind-blowing 9.5-inch circumference of his dick like hosepipes. It was the size of a fire- extinguisher, and looked the part with its vivid redness. Only that it was Sean's superhuman uber-dick. A huge, heavy, incredibly massive, towering reddish-purple pillar of turgid flesh, somehow comically twitching and jerking in its intense hard-on, in time with Sean's heartbeat. If Sean's massive musclebod was vascular, his dick's veins had veins on them. Mind-blowing and impressive though Sean's dick was, it would slowly dawn on the on-looker the full terrifying extent of Sean's sacrifice in his unceasing quest for super-muscular Godhood. Sean's dick was so big, he can no longer have sex with a fellow human- being. Yessiree, Sean is condemned by his super-development to an eternity of self-gratification or manual gratification by other. No human mouth, vagina or asshole can accommodate Sean anymore than anyone can use a fire-extinguisher up one's bottom. After his dick grew beyond 20 inches, Sean once seriously contemplated using cows or hippopotamus, but was wary of what the ASPCA would do to him. The last time Sean actually fucked a man was when he was 11-yrs old, when his dick was a `'mere'' 16 inches. Since he went beyond 18 inches, he would likely have killed anyone `'lucky' enough to bottom him. Since then, Sean had no choice but be served by the tongues and hands of his acolytes, as they presently began the time-honoured ritual. Lovingly his eldest acolyte began to run his hands and tongue up and down Sean's massive tower of erected flesh. Sean smiled in pleasure. A huge drop of precum began to form at the tip of his monstrous glands, swelling to a big bright jewel-like hemisphere before running down the incredible le-e-e-e-e-ngth of Sean's incredible ubermanhood. Sean began to moan in pleasure. He was a God worshipped by his High Priest. His eldest acolyte, a massively- developed (but clearly human-sized) 22 yr old professional BB, grasped the circumference of the shaft of Sean's dick in both hands and began to rub it down with a moisturizing oil. As if it were possible, Sean's dick reddened even further and swelled even larger. It became an incredible sight, shiny with an oily sheen, huge, throbbing and twitching in time with Sean's heartbeat, Sean's top acolyte, himself a professional BB, could barely put BOTH his hands around Sean's monstrous growth, grasped them and ran them up and down Sean's 22.5 inch long shaft. Up and down he worshipped Sean's monstrosity, grasping it as tightly as he could possibly grasp. Sean gasped and moaned in pleasure. Up and down his grasp went, sliding and slipping on Sean's increasingly copious pre-cum. Sean's precum production is as superhuman as his ubercock was - soon Sean's monstercock was literally streaming with precum, which his top acolyte dutifully spread evenly up and down his ubermanhood as he stroked it. Now, after a while, his acolyte wrapped a towel soaked in oil around Sean's monstrosity and used that instead to stroke it up and down. There is a good reason for this. Sean's monstrosity is not only Godzilla-sized. It is CALLOUSED. Yes, calloused. Sean had to be jerked off at least 8 times a day, sometimes 12 times a day, for his BALLS are also acutely, almost pathologically hyper-developed. Sean's balls were like the sizes of large hand-grenade, and almost just as explosive. Minute to minute, Sean's balls pump out ginormous, inhuman quantities of testosterone into Sean's bloodsteam and jeez into his ballsacs. As a result, Sean ''fills up'' at like 2 hr intervals. If Sean does not relieve himself by jerking off at 2 hourly intervals - like the rest of us relieve ourselves by urination - his erection would become an intensively painful one. Painful to the point of torment, agonizing to the point when Sean cannot think of anything else except sexual relief. The longest Sean could hold off was 3 hours without a hand job. Beyond that his erection would become so intense and bloated he would scream in agony and cum spontaneously like a fire hydrant knocked over by a car. As a result therefore, Sean's poor poor monstrosity of a superdick had to undergo masturbation at a head-shakingly unbelievable 8 times minimum a day, as a consequence thereof it is by now a severely calloused and increasingly INsensitive thing. And no matter how worn out, abused, scarred and abrased it is, Sean HAD to relieve himself time and again due to his ceaseless and constant sperm production! Therefore, Callous built upon scab upon scar upon callous upon scab upon scar until Sean's monstercock was not only baby-spermwhale-size enormous, hard as marble when erect, red as a fire extinguisher and just as large and hard, it is also a severely calloused and relatively unfeeling thing, almost like a pillar of red and purple marble, almost as if its not made of human flesh anymore. Sean's cock actually had a hard and rough, old Rhino-skin leather like surface. If his acolyte continued to rub Sean's cock for any longer, he would suffer bleeding abrasion on his palms!! Which is why after sometime his acolytes had to change to wrapping Sean's hypercock in a coarse-weave burlap towel (bought specially to masturbate Sean) soaked in oil or cream and masturbate him. If a towel of any softer fabric is used, Sean won't feel anything, so hardened and coarse his cock has become! Anyone appreciating this would truly understand why Sean is compared with a Formula 1 racing car - Sean is sooo hypermascular he can be said to be a specialized, post-human statue made out of huge over-developed muscles, veins and cock wrapped in thin human skin (except his cock of course, which is wrapped in THICK, truck-tyre like rubbery skin)! Sean's cock was not figuratively but quite literally a battering ram, huge and hard enough to smash doors open! There was once an incident when the wind blew a door shut on Sean's engorged manhood. SLAM went the door which bounced off Sean's super- cock, caught in the doorway by accident. Sean felt but a small tap what would have emasculated a normal man and landing a mere mortal in the hospital's ER! So hard and strong was Sean's supercock. ''Faster! Harder!'' Sean cried. The veins on his acolyte's arms stood out in angry red snaking lines as he increased his assertions. Up and down, up and down, up and down he sped up his massaging of Sean's pillar of manhood-glory. Sean began to squirm and jerk with the pleasure of the VERY rough cock rub-down. Why can't Sean do this himself? Remember his hyperpump? His arms are so pumped after his training beyond failure, he can no longer reach his gigantic cock himself. Try as Sean did, after his average Arms Day work-out his arms would become so rigidly, solidly super-pressurized with growth-inducing blood, they are not so much human arms as bolsters packed with balloons filled to near-explosion point with helium. Not only are Sean's arms completely shagged out by the training, his bi's and tri's are so rigidly pumped Sean could no longer move them. Which explains the post-training shower jerk off routine by his acolytes. Truly Sean is already a highly specialized creature, a hyper-muscle ''invalid'', a divine muscle- monster who needs the constant, expensive care and attention of what is effectively his rear-palace harem of retainers and courtiers. ''Hey, I am not cumming.'' Sean complained after awhile. ''The towel is too soft!'' This was also a well familiar signal to his devoted acolytes. One of them then took out what they always held in reserve, as Sean's regular specialized equipment of daily living. Sean's special FLESHLIGHT ©. In case you don't know what that is, this is a huge 30 inch long version of the regular Fleshlight, basically a cylinder-like masturbation aid, shaped and proprotioned like a Flashlight (in Sean's case, as large as a small Bazooka to accomodate Sean's monstercock!), into which one inserts one's cock and use it for self- gratification. See www.fleshlight.com. Sean's acolyte carefully primes Sean's special-order, 30-inch long Fleshlight with lubricant, and the privilege was again Sean's eldest and most muscular acolyte to slip it over Sean's 22.5 incher. Sean's Fleshlight was a special custom-job lined with little stud-surfaced STEEL ball-bearings mounted in ball-joints. The entire inside ''business surface'' of Sean's Fleshlight was designed to give Sean's enormous, calloused and desensitized cock as much abrasive friction pleasure as possible without actually removing his cock-skin. Two acolytes held sides of the enormous 30-incher instrument, primed it carefully with viscous motor-oil (experience has shown that Sean does not like normal human sex lubricants! Sean's cock was too hard and unfeeling) and ran it up and down Sean's rock-solid purple-colored ultramanhood. Sean's giiiiinormous onstrosity of a cock became even redder and harder and larger at this treatment, if it were possible. Sean began to grunt, his face began to redden, sweat ran down his freshly-bathed brows, as he slowly approached the ecstatic, volcanic blow-off point, when he relieves himself of the massive quantity of cum now stored in his engorged, agonized balls. ''Hgruuh, hgruuh, hgruuh, hgruuh, hgruuh'' grunted Sean like an animal, bucking his groin in pleasure. ''Schlick schrack Schlick schrack Schlick schrack Schlick schrack Schlick schrack'' his acolytes ran the bazooka-proportioned Fleshlight up and down Sean's red, mascular and coarsened engorged enormity. Sean's attending acolytes are so aroused by the sight of the superhuman being jerked off they themselves were deperately jerking off their own dickies and squirting their cum into the shower drains. ''HALT!'' someone shouted. Everyone turned around. It was Sean's coach! ''Don't let him cum yet!!'' Coach admonished. Sean's acolytes let go of the Fleshlight ©. ''Hey, furgawdsakes what gives, Coach?'' moaned Sean, face red, panting, two enormously pumped arms still immobilized by Sean's own post-training pump. ''I am almost bursting! Lemme cum, please, please PLEEEEZE!! For pity's sake, Coach, I gotta blow! Or else I would really blow up! My balls are a'hurting, Coach!'' At saying this, Sean tried mightly to reach the Fleshlight himself. Ohhh how mightily he struggled!! How he struggled until he was purple in the face, breathless in his exertions, grunting in frustration, but HE CANNOT REACH HIS COCK!!! His arms were still so pumped he was as helpless as a lunatic strapped in a straitjacket! ''Arrrrrggghhhhh!!!'' screamed Sean. ''Ahhh'' said the Coach, holding up a huge 30-incher vacuumpump tube. ''Remember, today we gonna try for 25 inches?'' ''Ohhh no, Coach, I can't stand the pain!'' cried Sean. ''Beyond failure, Sean, beyond failure! You can't achieve greatness by being a wuss!'' scolded the Coach. ''Coach, man, you don't know how it feels, no HUMAN knows how it feels, with such a pressure hose or fire-hydrant where your cock should be, yet you can't leggo! I am all but bursting!! You ever held your piss back for 5 hours, Coach?'' ''Therefore all the more reason we get this over with'' said the Coach, unrelenting monster he was, in his own way. ''If I can't make you a 25-incher to match your 45-incher arms, I am no Coach! You gotta have symmetry, man. Your cock gotta match your arms! You will grow to 25-inches or DIE in the attempt!'' Shouted the coach. `'Ahhhh shucks, OK then, Geddon widdit!'' Sean gave in `'But first you swallow this'' the Coach held out in his hand an assortment of some 20 plus blue, orange and purple pills. `'Whats these?'' asked Sean, anxious to get on with the pump-job, now squirming from the discomfiture as his balls filled to near bursting point. `'Viagra, Livitra and Cialis.'' Said the Coach `'WHAT!!!???"" cried Sean, `'Its not as if my hard-on is not bad enough!!'' `'No guts no glory, boy-o.'' said the Coach. `'We gotta put more blood into the Pillar of Glory! Remember, beyond failure, Sean, beyooooond failure.'' `'No Shit?'' said Sean `'Am I to die from my hard-on?'' `'You WUSS!!'' Cried the Coach! `'What's wrong, little girl? Afraid of a little hard-on?'' `'Alright already, give'em here.'' Sean resigned himself. He opened his mouth and the coach tipped the handful of pills in. The coach then fed Sean some Gatorade to wash down the 20 odd assortment of pills. Within 15 seconds, Sean's superhuman metabolism has already absorbed the virility enhancing pills. Sean's face reddened even further into a darker shade of purple and looked as if he was asphyxiating. `'Arrrghhh! Ouch! OUCH!!'' moaned Sean as his dick grew remorselessly under the effects of the potent cocktail of erection- enhancing medication, tearing apart some of the older, less flexible scars and callouses on his monsterdick. His dick, already an astonishing 23.5 inches in length, deepened in colour, pulsed even faster, and incredibly, became even harder and hotter and LARGER. Some of the newer callouses tore apart under the stresses of the new engorgement, and tiny fine cracks of redness exposing the raw flesh beneath the skin began to show, snaking across the already tortured landscape of bloated hose-like veins and map- like vascularity across Sean's vast, inhuman dick. `'The vacuum pump, gentlemen'' commanded the Coach. The huge, 30-incher bazooka-like plastic tube of the vacuum was then fitted over Sean's dick, but not before further motor-oil was lathered onto the incredible length of his dick. The rubber seal at the bottom of his vast fat shaft was secured, and the hose to the pump attached. Sean's dick filled up the tube all the way up to the 23.5 inches marking on the side. `'Here's to 25 inches.'' The coach signaled. The eldest acolyte took the manual pump and began working it. Pssssfffttt puff Pssssfffttt puff Pssssfffttt puff Pssssfffttt puff Pssssfffttt puffhe went, his 24-inches biceps swelling and straining as he began his exertions. Rapidly, Sean's monstermanhood thickened even further and filled the circumference of the clear Perspex tube, the skin sticking and pressing against the glass wall. From the 23.5 inches, slowly Sean's cock edged upwards and bigger and bigger. 23.8, 24, 24.2, 24.4, 24.6 inches. Agonizingly Sean's cock was pumped longer and longer, and yet longer. `'Cum'on!'' Shouted the coach. `'You can do better! Work that rump, consciously PUMP more juice into your cock! Remember, no pain no gain! Work it, WORK IT dammit!!'' Sean co-operated. He began to visualize pumping in more and more blood into his already painfully congested cock. He wriggled and thrusted his rump, pushing, pushing, pushing, trying to get more and more blood in. Forward, push, forward wriggle, push, thrust, thurst THRUST dammit! Sean struggled like a fish on the end of a pole, his own monster pole. And it began to work. Together with the effects of the relentless pump, the near-toxin level of Viagra and Cialis (enough to give a mortal human male kidney failure!), and Sean's tremendous force of will, Sean's painful, bloated tormented cock was made to inch agonizingly towards that magical goal: 24.7, 24.75, 24.8, 24.85, etc etc. `'Cum'on! You can do it'' encouraged the coach. The rest of Sean's acolyte witnessing this historic moment began chanting `'Twenty- Five!! Twenty-Five!! Twenty-Five!! Twenty-Five!! `' `'Aaaaaaaarrrggggghhhhhhhhh!!!'' Sean screamed in agony as the remorseless pumping continued. Finally his cock edged to and met the 25 inches mark. The sight was unbelievable, in so far as everything about Sean is already beyond belief. The 30 inch long clear Perspex tube was solidly filled from bottom to the 25 inch mark with a tube of cockmeat. At a signal from the coach, the tube is released, and slowly slid off Sean's Gargantuan bloated purple pillar of cockmeat, now 25 inches long, almost 9.5 inches around. The first, and ever, human being with a cock more than 2 feet long. It was a dark red in hue, almost burgundy, with purplish-black veins snaking across the vast bottled expanse of cockmeat majestically, dividing up into red coloured distended lesser veins. Angry bright red cracks criss-crossed the length of Sean's cock like lava streams, where the old callouses have broken through to raw flesh below due to the remorseless expansion forced upon his cock. Even Sean was amazed at himself. `'Coach, lookit that. Can you believe it? No words can describe me now.'' `'For truly you are a young god incarnated. Priapus made flesh.'' Whispered the Coach. `'Coach, I gotta blow! The pain, the PAIN!!!!'' whined Sean. The gargantuan 30-incher Fleshlight was brought back and quickly slipped over Sean's cock. The sight was like loading a Stinger missile into its launcher tube! `'Oh gawd, here it goes!! Arrgh!'' screamed Sean. So near the edge he was, the first touch of the Fleshlight brought Sean right OVER the edge, and he cummed. `'Tha he BLOWS!!'' Screamed his coach!! The word `'cum'' does not describe what happened next. You gotta visualize Old Faithful in the Yellowstone Park, or a fire hydrant knocked over by a car. The first gush of Sean's monstercum was so powerful and high-pressured that it propelled the Fleshlight clear off his cock entirely WHOOOOOM! The poor hapless Fleshlight hit the showerroom ceiling with a loud crashing THUD and fell to the ground in pieces, the newly liberated ballbearings going `'ping ping ping ping ping ping'' as they bounced all over the floor. Sean arched his thickly muscle back as he was racked with the agony and ecstasy of a long-deferred cumming. `'Oh gawd, oh gawd oh gawd Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay YAY YAY YAY!!!!'' screamed Sean, as he trembled and spurted and spurted and spurted trembled and spurted trembled and spurted white thick cum again and again, thrusting his strong muscular back and pelvis into the air at each spurt. Sean's cum-geyser was so powerful he hit the ceiling of the showerroom at least in the first 5 squirts. Huge globs of his super-potent thick sticky cum hit the ceiling and dripped down in long slimy streams like somebody upended a bucket of glue. It is clear now why Sean could not have sex with a human being for such a long time. Sean's cumming was powerful enough to cause internal injury to a cow or female hippopotamus! It certainly blew the special-order tailor-made $3,000 Fleshlight apart! Later, video evidence would reveal that Sean came for at least 20 seconds, and spurted some 35 times, 5 of the earliest squirts reaching the ceiling. It was estimated that Sean came at least 1.5 litres of cum. Finally, Sean was done. Hyperventiling, Sean slowly calmed down. His head, torso, body, still-huge cock, legs, bench, and a few of his acolyte around him were totally drenched in thick long viscous streams of cum. All this time Sean could not even reach his cock, as his arms, pumped to 45 inches, were still effectively immobile. `'Gaaaaaaaawwwwwd ……'' sighed Sean. `'OK, not bad. 2 sessions like this per week for the next 6 months should see your arms permanently at 45 and your cock permanently at 25.'' Said the coach. Sean fainted. •