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PART 8c By the time I finished showering, the sun had already set, letting the moon’s pale light cast a magical glow all across the resort. It was entirely silent when I left. All I could hear were the gentle sounds of ocean waves crashing into the shore. Somehow Marcus left the shower before I did because not a sound nor soul was there but me. I must’ve lost track of time. I headed back to the beach house and got dressed: shorts, shirt, sandals—the usual. The mess Froy and I made that morning was out of sight, and so thankfully, out of mind. It seemed he’d cleaned it all up himself. Not even a professional housekeeper would’ve gotten anywhere near as spotless as Froy did. Everything was where it needed to be, and Froy’s and my things were arranged according to owner, name, color, and size. I reminded myself to ask him about what other messes he could clean up. He was a real whiz, he was. I checked the other rooms and both Wes and Marcus were nowhere to be found—which only meant that they were both already at or headed to the buffet. It was eight in the evening when I finished freshening up, an hour past dinner time. I wondered what I missed. If I missed anything at all. As I was walking, I caught up with Avery. He was fully clothed and—considering it was a resort—totally overdressed. His sleek black hair was ungroomed and hung over his eyes like a helmet. He was adorable in his naiveté, much like Froy. In fact, I almost forgot how old Froy actually was! 20, not 15. I patted him on the shoulder and caught up next to him. Thankfully, he wasn’t going very fast. I was already so used to jogging from following Froy and Marcus around. “Hey! What are you doing out here? Thought you’d be at the buffet with your dad or Lisa,” I said. He hecked. “Well… uh, I decided to take a walk around. My dad somehow grew again, and now he's got this pasty white twink wrapped around his finger.” I forgot Wes was married. “Ah, well, nothing to worry about. He’s just an old college friend of his.” I did my best to hide any possibility of cheating, but judging by the way he looked at me—which is not at all—I could tell he wasn’t buying it. “I’m not buying it,” he said. “And, uh… you don’t have to lie. I know about him.” “What? How?” “My real mother told me before she left. She told me a lot of things.” He sighed. “But nothing about growth spurts and shrinking.” “I can’t believe your dad hasn’t told you anything. You of all people deserve to know.” “I wish.” “Well, hey, maybe someday he’ll tell you.” He smiled. For the first time that night, he smiled. “I doubt it. But thanks for believing in him.” We got to the restaurant around half past eight in the evening. I didn’t get a chance to visit it in the daytime, so I didn’t get to see it at all beforehand. Much like the rest of the resort, it was luxuriously decked out in marble and mahogany. It came in three parts: a bar, a patio, and the main area. The entire thing looked like it could house about 400 people, but our department made it look like a ghost town. Avery brought me to his dad who was sitting out on the patio, surrounded by his own miniature buffet. Sammy kept his word and made sure Wes didn’t ingest any more spunk, thankfully. I could only imagine the willpower it took him not to make Wes grow even more than he already had. I doubt he would’ve fit into the muscle shirt he was packed into otherwise. Fortunately, he wasn’t so big that the patio chairs couldn’t handle him and his immensity. He was a real south-east Asian bear with all his muscles and faint traces of unshaven body hair. Avery sat down at his side, making sure to avoid looking at him. Next to his dad, the poor kid looked downright anemic. Even more so Sammy who was sitting on Wes’ lap. His curly ginger hair was brushed aside, groomed to the nines, as was his button down and shorts. He looked as cheeky as ever, seated on his biggest crush yet—literally. “Well, hello there, Dorian. Nice to see you could join the party!” Sammy said, sipping his cocktail. Wes chuckled and smirked. “It’s more like a funeral.” Sammy limply slapped Wes’ thick shoulder to no effect. “Oh, shut your self. It was a funeral, but now Dorian’s here, so we can get the party started for real!” I shook my head. “So how are you feeling, Wes? Any… strange feelings? Or urges?” Wes also shook his head. “Right now? Besides my stomach threatening to eat itself, no, why?” Sammy followed and shook his own head—the other one. He adjusted his crotch. “Oh, you know why.” Wes’ eyes bugged out. “Not in front of my son,” he mumbled. “It’s fine, dad,” Avery said. “No, it’s not! You’re too young to… know these things.” Avery sighed. Sammy rolled his eyes. “Anyway, how’d the rest of your day go, Dorian?” Another sip. “Uh, pretty good, I guess. I got to see the pool with Avery here.” Then he looked at me strangely, with an eyebrow raised and his eyes staring into my soul. “Is that all?” “Uh…” “Yes?” “I also, um, went to the spa.” “And what exactly did you do at my spa if you don’t mind me asking?” “Well, I, uh, booked an appointment, then I walked around a bit—fine architecture by the way—before I actually got my massage. And that artisanal oil? Wow, it did marvels for my back and—“ Then Sammy threw his arms up in a fit. “Jesus Christ, get to the point! What the hell did you do to my masseuses, and why are they all now suddenly filing for emergency leaves?!” “Whoa, Sammy, relax. I’m sure Dory’s got a good answer like he always does,” Wes said. “Ah, I think you’d better ask Marcus, not me,” I said. “He could probably paint you a better picture.” Sammy groaned in his seat, throwing a bit of a temper tantrum. “Ugh, but you’re already here! Just tell me. Tell your good friend Sammy what the fuck you did in my spa.” I did my best to delay my response with exaggerated ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’. But the more time I wasted, the angrier Sammy seemed to get. He was so pale, in fact, that his blood looked as though it was literally boiling under his skin. Wes sighed. “Come on, Dory. Just tell Sammy what you and Marcus did.” Then out of nowhere, a loud bellowing voice rang out. “Did someone say my name?” I turned around and saw an enormous mountain of muscle and flesh walk around the corner of the restaurant. It could only have been Marcus because he was downright titanic. I don’t even know how he managed to move his body around at all. If he grew anymore, there was no doubt he would’ve become immobile. In fact, I’m not even sure how he managed to wrap a bedsheet around himself like a toga considering it looked impossible for his engorged limbs to have been able to bend more than 45 degrees. And on his neck, the same necklace. He walked up to the rest of us and waved a large hand, beaming a smile. “‘Sup!” Sammy was shit-frozen, staring googly-eyed at the blonde god before him, completely forgetting he was sitting on Wes—who, by the way, was completely oblivious to the unnaturality of Marcus’ size. Little Avery just rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, my god, he grew again,” Avery muttered, annoyed. He stood behind me, looming over me like a parent to their child. “What’re you guys up to?” His eyes darted to the assortment of food laid out for Wes. “And why does Wes get to have his own mini-buffet?” Wes grabbed another plate of steak off the cart. “Because I’m hungry, that’s why. Is that even a real question?” Sammy was tongue-tied, stuttering left and right like a machine gun. “Did—does—duh—he… does he look bigger to anyone? I swear he wasn’t this big when I saw him on the cameras this morning.” He chuckled nervously. As if by instinct, Marcus raised his arms into a power double bicep pose—his favorite move, it seemed. With a cocky grin and hearty sigh, he nodded. “Yup.” “Nope,” Wes said, munching down on his steak. “So do you, uh, mind telling us exactly what happened in the spa? What did you do to my employees?” Sammy asked, sweating. Marcus lowered his arms. “Nothing without their consent.” He walked over to the others after patting me on the back and wrapped his arms around Sammy and Wes, enveloping them in his mass. “So what’s for dinner?” Sammy couldn’t speak. He could barely utter a word. Not just because Marcus intimidated the ever-living shit out of him, but because his mouth was literally getting crushed by Marcus’ forearm. Meanwhile, Wes only continued chowing down on his dinner, totally unbothered. Avery just watched from the sidelines, enjoying his chicken drumstick in silence. “Everything. It’s a buffet,” I said. Then he chuckled. “You say that as if they’ll never run out of food,” Marcus said. “What, you’re gonna try eating out the entire resort?” I asked. “Wanna bet on it?” I could hear Sammy struggling to speak as he violently and quite tellingly shook his head in what I assumed was disapproval. But he still couldn’t pry off Marcus’ arm with his puny fingers. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed that there was as much muscle in Marcus’ arm as there was in Sammy’s whole body. So just to spite him, I agreed. “Sure. And Wes can join too. Just to give you a fighting chance.” Wes gave a hearty laugh. “Please, you say that as if I wouldn’t eat this place out without his help!” His mouth still full, chewed up food was spilling out as he spoke. “Aw, dad, gross,” Avery groaned. Sammy’s groaning only grew louder. We didn’t really care though. “You play a mean game! Fine. If I win, uh, you strip naked in the office during work hours when we get back on Thursday,” Marcus said. “And if I win?” Marcus thought about it for a second. Then he gave me an answer I never expected to hear out of him. “I’ll let you blow me again. Sober this time.” Gotta admit, I was aroused. “Deal.” An incredible grin stretched along his handsome face. “Deal!” Then he released Sammy, letting him lean against the table as he caught his breath in exasperation. The poor twink looked like he was going to faint from all the coughing. “Whoa, hey, you alright?” Marcus asked. “Bitch, do I look alright to you?!” Sammy yelled, swatting Marcus’ hand away. “Sorry, guess I didn’t notice. My bad.” Sammy yelled. “And no way in hell am I letting you eat out my entire supply of food! Are you insane?! Do you have any idea how much a single kilogram of meat costs?” Marcus turned to me and gave a look of exasperation. “I kinda liked him more when he was quiet.” “Nothing we can do about that,” I said. “So why are you two talking as if I’m not here?” Sammy asked. “Jeez! Stop the goddamn fighting and let me eat in peace!” Wes exclaimed. We all stopped bickering and settled down in our seats. Except Marcus, of course. He carried over a nearby boulder instead. No doubt he would’ve obliterated any chair he sat his big ass on. While Wes and Sammy continued to eat, Marcus and Avery headed inside the main hall for more food. I stayed outside on the patio with Wes and Sammy. I hadn’t seen Froy or Lisa all night up to that point, so I was starting to wonder where the hell they went off to since I didn’t see them in the main hall. It’s kind of impossible to miss a 6’5” tall teen, after all. As I was drifting in my thoughts, I noticed Wes was sitting back in his seat, staring at me with knowing eyes as he chewed whatever was in his mouth. Then he swallowed in a loud gulp. His entire plate and cart of food had been emptied, and his gut had bloated from all the food, pushing his abs outward. Sammy grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth clean. “So how was the food? Seemed like you liked it considering you ate roughly $6,000 worth in one go.” I was in shock. “How much?!” I’d never seen a meal so expensive before. “It’s not much, really. But still.” Then Wes opened his mouth. “I liked Marcus’ little necklace. Did you see it, Dory?” he asked. “Yeah, I wanted to ask you about it.” Sammy looked puzzled. “What’s this about? Oh, wait, is it that necklace you were looking for earlier? The one wrapped around your employee’s neck?” “Keep it a secret, okay?” I said. “He doesn’t know it was Wes’ and he doesn’t know what it does. Actually, I don’t think even I know what it does. But as long as he’s not growing, we can’t let him know about it.” Wes burped loudly. “But how am I supposed to know you’re telling the truth? All I can think about is how you’ve been lying to me all day about how much bigger I am,” he said. “Are you suggesting we keep him this way?” Sammy asked me. “Okay, let’s not argue about this again. Agree to disagree,” Wes said. “Fine,” I said. “But when we get back, the first thing I’m doing is making you a new necklace. Anyway, have either of you seen Lisa or Froy anywhere?” They shook their heads. “You haven’t seen Froy?” Wes asked. “You lost your intern?” “Yeah, I thought I was going to find him here, but from where we are, I don’t see him anywhere outside or in the main hall,” I said. Sammy tapped his finger on the table. “But have you checked the bar?” It was then I realized I’d forgotten to check the bar. I knew Lisa and Froy were drinking all afternoon, so how could I have been so stupid. And man, if Marcus getting drunk was any indication of what the meteor would do, I had to make sure Froy was okay before he did something he’d regret. “Shit, you’re right.” I leapt off my seat. “I’ll be right back. Where’s the bar again?” Sammy pointed at the other end of the restaurant’s main hall, to a door next to the buffet table where Marcus and Avery were. “Through there, you can’t miss it.” “Thanks!” Then Wes also stood up. “Wait, I’ll come with you.” “Oh, you wanna check up on Froy too?” “Hell, no. I want more food!” Of course, he did. Together, the two of us headed into the main hall. There weren’t many people, but there were enough standing up for whatever fucking reason that it became hard to maneuvre through the seemingly endless flurry of people. Thankfully, Wes’ new body demanded so much space that he was parting the crowd with every step as if it were the Red Sea. When we got to the buffet table, I caught up with Marcus and Avery. The striking difference in how much food they had on their trays was laughable. Meanwhile, Wes left to join the line with everyone else. “Hey, have either of you been to the bar yet?” I asked. Marcus and Avery shook their heads. “No, why?” Marcus asked. “Haven’t you had enough alcohol for today?” “I have, but I don’t think your girlfriend and my intern have.” As soon as I uttered those words, Marcus’ joyful expression soured into one of worry. “Lisa? What, has she been drinking again?” “Oh, yeah. That’s what I came to the spa to tell you. Now, I remember. We had a whole bunch of drinks at the pool earlier, and now I think she’s in the bar with Froy. I haven’t seen them all night, so I got worried.” I could see Marcus trying to contain something in his chest. Then he let out an ear-shattering groan. “Fuck! I told her to lay off the alcohol. Why won’t she listen to me?” “You don’t want her drinking?” “Fuck no! She’s been an alcoholic since I met her. I’ve been trying to help her break her fucking addiction. God damn it.” In an instant, he turned to face Avery, and, without warning, dumped his entire tray of food on the young boy to carry. As expected, Avery nearly collapsed onto the ground from the sheer amount of weight in his skinny arms. It was a good thing Wes rushed over to help his son before he got hurt. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Marcus?! My son can’t hold all your food!” Wes yelled. “Hng… Yes, I can—ugh—dad!” Avery cried. Without responding, Marcus grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip and dragged me towards the bar. There was an anger in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen from him in years. It scared me almost. “Come on, Dory, let’s go find them,” he said. His ridiculous lunge-like steps caught me by surprise. I nearly fell to the floor from how fast he was moving, and I wouldn’t have been shocked if he didn’t notice he was dragging me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, but at that point, we were already at the door. All that was left to do was slide it open. In no time at all, Marcus grabbed it and slammed it into the wall with such aggression that the entire restaurant suddenly had all eyes on us. While he didn’t seem to care, I did. The moment we entered the bar — which was decked out in luxurious gold and red velvet, by the way — I saw Lisa, frantic, running down the steps leading to the raised section behind the bar. She’d looked like she’d seen a ghost with nothing but fear in her eyes. She didn’t even notice us walk in until she turned around and screamed at the sight of Marcus who was literally blocking her entire view. When I smelled the vodka coming off her face, I knew she was plastered as shit. “Oh, Christ!” she said. “D’you get even bigg’rer?” Marcus bent over and grabbed her, holding her in place. She feigned a struggle but was clearly too out of it to give any effort. “Let me go-o-o!” she yelled. Wes and Avery then headed in after hearing all the commotion, closing and locking the door behind them. Avery walked up next to me and, without a word, looked at me as if to ask what was happening. And to be honest, I didn’t know how to answer. “What the hell was that scream, Marcus?!” Wes yelled. “Lisa, are you okay?! How much did you drink? Damn it, I told you not to drink too much! Lisa! Hey! Can you hear me?” Marcus said. “Marcus! What happened to Lisa?!” Wes asked. Then Avery chimed in unexpectedly. “Dad, I don’t think you need to butt in.” Wes became furious. “Just mind your own business, Avery! I don’t want to hear you talk right now, okay?! Just go sit over there and be quiet.” I could see Avery was taken aback by what he said. It didn’t seem like something he was used to. And so, he obeyed, walking over to the side and sitting on the couch in silence, his expression unbending. “Marcus…?” Lisa asked. “You gotta help me.” Wes walked up to them and joined Marcus at his side. “Hey, is she okay?” Marcus started becoming frantic. “What’s wrong? What happened? Talk to me, Lis’.” “I-i-it’s Fro-yo… I-We are drinking all afternoon, so-o-o we went here. Then, he just, kinda, blacked out on the bar back there, so I slept with ‘im. Not sex. No, not sex.” Marcus glared at me. “Then what happened? What did he do?” Lisa shook her head nauseatingly. “Nothing. I woke up a few minutes ago and saw him talking to himself or something. Naming names I never ‘eard of. Sounded really angry.” “Then what?” Wes asked. “He didn’t open his eyes yet, so I think he was-s-zzz… sleeping. Sleep… talking? But then he grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor. He got up, and I thought he was going to kill me. So I ran, and now here I am… in your big, big hands. Too big. Your too big hands.” “Froy hurt you?” I asked. I refused to believe it. “That shit. I’m gonna kill him!” Marcus cried out. Wes tried stopping him, but Marcus was pushed past Wes with ease. “Marcus, stop! He’s just a kid!” “Do I look like I give a fuck? Nobody hurts my fucking girlfriend!” Shit. Wes and I chased after him while Avery helped Lisa follow, all the way to the back of the bar where there was no one around. The jazz playing on the speakers wasn’t comforting in the slightest. Then there, in the corner of the bar, was a large shadow. It could only have been Froy, wearing a black skintight shirt with sleeves that didn’t reach his biceps. He was knocked out over the bar, sleeping in his arms. As we approached, I ran ahead of Marcus and spread my arms out. “Marcus, don’t do this!” “Get out of my way, Dory. I don’t want to hurt you.” “At least let me talk to him. He’s obviously drunk. Do you really think he would ever want to hurt Lisa?” Marcus was silent, huffing and puffing as he glared at me. It took him some time, but he eventually sighed and folded his arms across his chest. “Fucking fine. Go do your stupid HR shit. But I want an answer,” Marcus said. “Will do.” Meanwhile behind us, Wes and Avery helped Lisa sit on a nearby stool. “Nice job,” Wes said. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Wes,” Marcus said. With their approval, I approached Froy as carefully as I could. I didn’t want to wake him while he was drunk. If he hurt Lisa without so much as a second thought, I could only imagine what he would do to me if I surprised him. When I was within arm’s reach, I called out to him. “Hey, Froy? Are you okay?” I asked. “Froy?” It took a couple of tries, but by the fifth mention of his name, he started groaning. So, I kept at it, I didn’t stop calling out to him. Soon enough, he was moaning louder, until he finally — and quite groggily — raised his head. He looked around with half-shut eyes. Then, his gaze stopped on me. He wasn’t speaking, and I didn’t know what he was going to do next. “What do you want?” he mumbled. “I just came to check up on you. I didn’t know you would still be drinking. I thought you didn’t drink,” I said. “I don’t! And what’s it to you, huh? Since when’d you ever care about me, dick.” I was caught off-guard. He’d never called me that — or even said it — before. “What are you talking about, I’ve always cared about you.” I walked up closer to try and sedate him, “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” I asked. Then as I tried resting a hand on his shoulder, he suddenly yelled and knocked me onto the ground with a single swing of his arm. “Fuck off, Jeremy!” he yelled. I was on the floor when he started standing from the stool. My chest was in pain, and so were my legs. His eyes were still half-shut, and his face was more bloodshot than ever. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what he did. Marcus and Wes rushed to my side. They asked if I was okay, and all I could tell them was to let me handle it. I was fine. “If he tries to hurt you again, I really will kill him,” Marcus said. “Don’t. We can’t afford a lawsuit,” Wes said. I stood back up to my feet and approached Froy. He was stumbling even while standing in place, as if his body were too heavy for his legs. He was huffing too. I didn’t know what could have prompted him to become so violent. Was it the alcohol? “What was that for?” I asked. “If you wanted some space, you could’ve just said so.” He tightened his fists as he took a deep breath. “Stop fucking telling me what to do! I’m tired of your shit!” I was confused. And why did he call me Jeremy? “What are you talking about? I’ve never hurt you!” I said. “When did I hurt you?!” Then again, he yelled. “Don’t lie to me!” With a single motion, he lifted his leg and kicked me right in the gut, sending me flying across the floor and into Marcus’ feet. He caught me and kept me safe while I was paralyzed with fear and pain. The next thing I knew, Wes was storming up to Froy, furious and spouting words I couldn’t quite hear. The ringing in my head was louder than anything else in the room. Wes was only an inch shorter than Froy, so it was hard to distinguish between them. When Wes stood in front of Froy, without a moment’s hesitation, Froy grabbed Wes’ arm, holding him in place. Then he said something I didn’t understand. I mean, I heard it—but the meaning was lost on me. “I’m not your little tyke anymore!” Then Froy crushed Wes’ arm. Wes cried out in pain, with such ear-shattering volume that I was sure it echoed throughout the restaurant. One thing after another, from where I was on the floor with Marcus, I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. But when Wes’ shirt started loosening, I knew what was happening. It was a lot faster than it had been before with Fonz and Wes. Wes started shrinking, already powerless in his grip, while Froy’s already large body began to grow. Inch by inch, Wes was slimming back down. His once oversized muscles were dwindling. Meanwhile, Froy was expanding in all directions, his shirt tearing down his collar, and his sleeves being ripped off his shirt. He didn’t seem to be growing any taller, but his muscles were straight-up exploding from under his skin. His shirt was getting pulled apart by his ever-broadening shoulders, riding up his abs until getting snagged on his mountainous pecs. When Wes had lost a good few inches in height, Marcus dropped me. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed over. He broke Froy’s grip and let the shrunken Wes fall to the floor in front of me, no more than 5’11”, but still with the body of an off-season bodybuilder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Marcus yelled. With his latest spurt, Froy had inched up only to 6’6” but was loaded with so much meat that he looked unreal. He’d broken past the realm of realistic proportions and was touching morph territory. I looked behind me and saw Avery and Lisa’s horrified expressions. They were full of confusion and fear, frozen in place as they watched Marcus try and contain Froy’s rampage. Fuck off!” Froy cried out. “Wh—“ In Marcus’ stupor, Froy caught both his forearms and was starting to hyperventilate. Even with Marcus’ 8” height advantage, he was no match for Froy’s empowered grip. In seconds, he started losing his balance and his posture was weakening. I couldn’t believe it. Froy was trying to shrink Marcus. “Wh-what are you doing? Hey, man, let me go! S… stop… !” Marcus cried out. It was futile. No matter how much Marcus tried to break free of Froy’s grip, both his arms were locked tight. And it didn’t take long for Froy to start moaning in pleasure. In seconds, Marcus was starting to shrink. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but it didn’t take long for him to visibly diminish. All the muscle he’d stored up for the past few weeks was melting right off his body. His arms slimmed down to how they were this morning, but even then, the rest of his body quickly followed, causing the bed sheet wrapped around his body to become less of a toga and more of a tent. As his bloated body began to wither, he also started shrinking in height. It didn’t take long for him to start losing inches, going from 7’2” to 7’1”... then 7 '0”... Meanwhile, Froy was enjoying yet another growth spurt. His body responded better to Marcus’ than Wes’. Now, his growth was far more intense. It started in his shorts, his thighs expanding wildly until they started breaking free of his trunks. The rest of his upper body ballooned out of control, growing even wider as his ribcage expanded in all directions. His poor tattered shirt disintegrated into a pile of rags on his ever-growing body. He also started inching up, albeit much slower than Marcus shortened. “Oh, my god,” Lisa mumbled. “Marcus!” “Agh, let me go!” Marcus cried out. “Please…!” Then the growth picked up the pace. Froy had grown to 6’7” at this point and was only continuing to inch further upwards. He didn’t respond when we called out to him. He was so out of it that he didn’t even care that his engorging cock was slinking out of his tightening underwear, hardening and standing at full mast. Within seconds, Marcus was back down to 6’9”, but he only kept going. The bed sheet had fallen off his body completely, revealing his muscular body diminishing by the second. He was starting to stagger as well, unable to withstand his energy being drained. Froy, on the other hand, had increased by another inch and a half, up to 6’8.5” now. They were practically the same height, but Froy’s body had just been pumped with two enormous amounts of muscle. He was wider, stronger, and just straight-up bigger than Marcus now. But even then, he didn’t stop. No one could stop him. In the next few seconds, Froy outgrew Marcus completely. Froy’s growing body eclipsed Marcus and the size difference only continued becoming more and more apparent. None of us were able to stop it from happening. Marcus had hit the 6’5” mark and Froy rose up to 6’9”. For the first time in weeks, Marcus was shorter than Froy again — and he only continued getting smaller. Froy was becoming so muscular that it was difficult to stomach what might happen if he continued swelling. He was bigger than he ever had been before. Both he and Marcus were buck naked, which only made the growth all the more apparent. His arms had doubled in size, and his chest was packed with so much strength that each muscle was visibly outgrowing each other, his pecs jutting out by at least a good six inches. And it was even harder to ignore his ever-growing legs. Each thigh was nearly as thick as my entire torso, and his feet were — no doubt — almost twice as long as mine. Even his already-huge cock continued to inflate and grow beyond human comprehension. It had to have been longer than my entire forearm and only got increasingly larger the more he drained Marcus. “Ungh…” Marcus whimpered. He was only 6’2” at this point. With a triumphant roar, Froy squeezed Marcus’ arms and sent him to his knees, speeding up the process. Even on the ground, as Froy got bigger, Marcus was getting pulled up by Froy’s broadening grip. But he didn’t stop. Froy didn’t let go. He wanted more. As more and more muscle packed itself onto Froy’s body, Marcus returned to his 5’11” body but didn’t stop getting smaller. Froy had hit 6’10” and was inching close to the ceiling. His width already blocked the entire walkway we were standing in. Wes was out of commission, so I knew I was the only one who could stop Froy before he did any permanent damage to Marcus. He was already smaller than Wes. I stood up and, even in my pained state, walked over to Froy. His new growth had turned him into a monster. He was still childishly handsome and maintained his modelesque V-shape — except blown up to ridiculous proportions. I was staring directly at his nipples, which had become plump from all the growth. “Hey, what are you doing?!” Avery asked. “I have to help,” I said. I looked down at Wes, and he was barely able to catch a breath. Marcus was nearly down to my height, and Froy was hitting Marcus levels of insane growth. “Froy! Stop!” I yelled. When I finally reached them, Marcus had lost practically all his muscle and was barely my height, a mere shadow of his former self. While Froy was lost in his stupor, I pried open Froy’s grip and let one of Marcus’ hands go. When I got Marcus free, he was no more than 5’6”, an insane loss of nearly two feet in height and several hundred pounds. He came tumbling onto the ground and was barely functional. I looked up at Froy and hit him in the chest — to no impact. “What the fuck did you just do?! Froy! Are you even fucking listening to me?” I asked. Then he got angry. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?! I don’t want to play your stupid games anymore!” One look in his eyes, to see if he was even conscious, and I saw nothing but the same fogginess I saw in Wes and Marcus. I thought he would hit me. Instead, he lunged forward and wrapped a huge hand around my neck. My mind went blank. All I could think about was how easy it would be for him to snap my windpipe like a plastic straw. Then I felt it. An instant fatigue washed over my entire body, as if all my energy dissipated into thin air. I tried breaking free of Froy’s grip, but the more I struggled, the harder it became to even raise my arms. I couldn’t believe it. I was caught in the arms of someone I loved — but this isn’t how I expected things to turn out. He was draining me. It felt okay at first, all my baby fat in my gut had melted away, but then I started feeling lethargic. The clothes I had on were becoming a burden to wear. My legs were giving out, and I could tell that any muscle I did have was shriveling into weeds. I used up all my strength to open my eyes and watch as Froy’s body went into overdrive. He was growing exponentially faster than he did with anyone else. Pounds upon pounds of raw muscle were swelling his already gigantic body into uncharted territory. He was breaking into Marcus’ former size. And I knew it wouldn’t be long ‘til he outgrew Wes even at his biggest. As I continued to shrink, his chest rose higher and higher, inch by inch. His basketball shoulders were starting to hit the decor around the bar as his body expanded in every possible direction. My feet weren’t even touching the floor anymore. He was holding me up with nothing but his grip on my neck. I didn’t know how much shorter I’d become, but his hand was starting to envelop my head too. In fact, everything around me was bigger than I’d ever seen it before. I felt like a child — caught in the grip of a living giant. The bigger he got, and the smaller I was, the more his cock seemed to threaten surpassing me in size. It had to be way over a foot long, probably one and a half feet of pure meat. I looked further down and saw my feet dangerously high off the ground. Then I heard a thud. Froy’s bedhead had hit the ceiling, and his arms were breaking everything he bumped into. His entire torso was larger than me now — many times over. Just one of his bulging pecs alone looked like it held more mass than my entire body, with nipples that wouldn’t even fit in my mouth anymore. In fact, his chest and arms seemed to have the biggest changes. The hefty muscle underneath his pecs and upper arms was threatening to tear through his tan skin from the sheer uncontrolled growth. His abs were so tight that my fingers could run valleys through each crevice, and each of his legs was undoubtedly taller and heavier than I was. I wasn’t even sure if I could wrap my hands around his cock anymore. I thought I would black out, but thankfully, Froy let go of me. I was relieved, but what I didn’t think about was the fall. It felt like I’d been pushed off a building. At the last second, Wes was able to catch me just in time. His hands nearly enveloped my entire body, and I knew he was only 5’11”. I was literally a small child to him. If I had to guess, with the way I was staring right at his crotch, I was no more than 2’5”. “Wh—“ Froy muttered. “Hey, are you okay?” Wes asked me. “Christ, you’re small.” “Yeah, I’m fine, but…” “Yeah, I don’t know what we’re going to do about you.” I looked back up at Froy to assess the damage. From where I was on the floor, he was an absolute colossus of muscle, way bigger than any of us had ever been before. Not even Wes was ever this humongous. He left no breathing room in the confined walkway and was crashing and smashing things with barely any movement. Yet, somehow, he was still impossibly mobile. It was like he was completely unfazed by the way all his new strength forced his arms and legs to spread out. Froy rubbed his head, as if straight out of a migraine. “Huh…?” He raised his head again but collided with the ceiling. “Ach! What?” “Froy?” I called out. He looked down at me for the first time and nearly fell on his back in surprise. He broke a few more cabinets and wine glasses that were hanging over the bar, just from his flailing. The kid didn’t even look like he could catch a breath. All around him was debris from the aftermath of his outbursts — and his co-workers, painfully shrunken down on the ground. “Sir?! What happened?” “You got drunk. That’s what happened,” I said. “I-I-I-Why am I so… so big?! Did I drain you? All of you?” Then Marcus rose from the ground. “Holy shit, look at me! Look at what you fucking did to me, you asshole!” Froy looked like a deer in headlights — a really, really big deer. “I didn’t mean it, sir! I swear!” Marcus looked like he was about to cry. “Oh, shut up! I don’t want to hear you talk right now.” Then he looked down and saw me. “Holy fuck, Dory?” “I’m sorry!” Froy cried. “I said shut up!” Marcus yelled. The door leading to the bar then swung open, and Sammy came rushing in with a bunch of guards and co-workers. Avery and Lisa tried stopping them, but they were pushed aside like toilet paper. Sammy stood a few feet away, close enough to paint a very good idea of what just happened. Wes, Marcus, and I were all shrunk down while Froy was a towering wall of muscle. Then he saw the damages. “Holy shit, what the fuck did you four do in my bar?!” I couldn’t breathe. All four of us were buck naked, and we were all our entire office was staring at. It was a living nightmare. “I’ll explain it to you later,” Wes said, “but for now, could you please get them out of here?!” Before anyone else could say anything, Froy whimpered. He was absolutely broken. We all turned to him and watched him barrel through the crowd, head and shoulders above everyone. I called out to him, but he wasn’t listening. He smashed through the doorway and headed into the restaurant, out of our sight. “Hey, stop!” Sammy cried out. “God damn it, why do I always have to be one cleaning up after other men’s messes?” Lisa and Avery rushed over to our side and immediately offered their coats. It was strange, standing on my two feet again, only to be looking up at Avery. Everything felt painfully surreal. I looked over at Marcus and saw that he was nearly the same height as Lisa, only four inches off. He was shaking his hands, refusing to accept Lisa’s jacket — refusing to even look at her. “No! This isn’t happening!” he yelled. “This is not okay!” “What are you talking about?” Lisa asked. “Just take my damn jacket and cover yourself up.” But Marcus persisted. “No… no, this isn’t right. Just leave me alone, Lis’.” She shook her head. “What, why?” “Oh, don’t act like you aren’t happy about this! I know you’ve always hated me.” Lisa couldn’t help but laugh. “What the fuck does that have to do with now? I’m trying to help you, you idiot!” She tried offering her jacket again. “I still love you.” But Marcus smacked her hands away, causing the jacket to fall to the floor. “And I don’t want your help right now, okay?!” It was at this point that Marcus noticed the painful silence in the room. All eyes were on him. For a minute, all we did was stare at him, listening, watching everything he said and did. Then he panicked. “God, fuck!” He turned around and sprinted out the glass doors leading to the beach. Lisa groaned. “Why does he always have to make things harder than they have to be?!” she yelled, picking up her jacket and rushing out the doors to follow him. “I have to check up on Froy,” I said. But Wes stopped me, holding me in place with his muscled arms. “No, it’s too dangerous.” “I have to help him, what if he’s doing something stupid?!” Then Sammy butted in. “Don’t worry about your intern. Just go keep the other one safe.” He whipped out a walkie-talkie and quickly headed back into the restaurant. “We’ve got a Code: Godzilla on the premises, boys! I repeat, a Code: Godzilla!” Sammy’s security guards wasted no time and started evacuating the bar, leaving only us behind. “Hear that? Sammy has an entire emergency protocol just for… godzilla… or something. Your Fro-yo will be fine, okay? Let’s go check up on Marcus,” Wes said. I didn’t have a choice. I would just have to go see if he was okay later. “Fine. Let’s go,” I said. Wes smiled at me and nodded. “Thanks. Here,” he said, picking me up in a bridal carry, “I’ll carry you. You’re even lighter than you look!” “Or you’re just too strong.” Avery stood at the glass doors and looked at us. “Should I lead the way?” “Yes, please. Thank you, Avery,” Wes said. The three of us headed out onto the beach in the middle of the night to follow Marcus’ trail. It was painfully cold out, what with the ocean breeze and chilled air — plus, I was nude. I asked Wes for something to cover myself with, and he took off his muscle shirt. He wrapped it around my like a baby as he coddled me against his well-developed chest. It was a macrophile’s wet dream. Avery didn’t turn around to check up on us throughout the walk. He seemed dead set on finding Marcus — that, or he was avoiding talking to his dad. Either way, I was glad he was helping us out. The shore was surprisingly expansive and sprawled all the way out to no man’s land, so it was a very long, quiet trek. When we eventually found Lisa and Marcus, they were standing at the edge of the shoreline, just before the water brushed their feet. Marcus — oh, Marcus — he was being painfully stubborn. He was still naked, hunching his back and folding his arms, tucked in his armpits. But even when he was freezing, he was still swinging a weapon in-between his thighs. Wes walked up to them and everyone looked up to him — literally. At 5’11”, he was now the tallest among us, with only Marcus at 5’6”. He had a body of a bodybuilder but was nowhere as slim, with his chub making his muscles look larger than they were, making him appear even bigger to the rest of us who looked like kids. “Hey, what’s happening? Come back to the resort, Marcus,” Wes said. “He won’t listen,” Lisa said. “He thinks everyone’s going to make fun of him.” “They will!” Marcus yelled. Wes shook his head. “No, they won’t. I’m the boss around here, so if you’ve got any complaints about someone, then you tell me, okay?” “Oh, come on, Wes! Don’t treat me like a child. I’m not going to get bullied. I’m not Froy!” “Please leave him out of this,” I said. “Wh—what you’re just going to ignore what he just did to you?! As if he didn’t just shrink you down into a fucking eggplant?” “Marcus, come on, you’re being hysterical,” Lisa said. “Whatever your problem is, we can work on it together, alright?” She tried reaching out to him again. But Marcus stepped back. “No, I don’t think so. Do you have any idea how happy I was? How great it felt to have the body I had? I loved you then, and I still love you now, but I don’t think you have any idea how to help me right now, okay?” Wes approached. “Then what about me? What about I talk to you, hm?” Avery scoffed. “You wouldn’t know how to help a dog, dad,” he muttered. In an instant, Wes pushed his son away. “What did I tell you about shutting up?!” Avery fell onto the sand and stared at his dad in fear, his breathing abnormal. He raised his hands almost instinctively as if to defend himself. “Fuck, no, I didn’t mean to do that,” Wes said. All the tangents we were going on weren’t getting us anywhere. Clearly, Marcus didn’t want to talk to Lisa or Wes, and Avery was out of the question. I just wanted to get back to the resort and actually gather my thoughts. I jumped off Wes and crashed onto the sand. It felt like my feet were about to shatter, but I had to speak up. “Why don’t you talk to me, Marcus,” I said. “If you think you lost a lot, just look at me for a second.” “Thanks, Dory,” Lisa said. Marcus took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine. But I only want to talk to you. I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.” I walked over to him, and he picked me up. He held me out in front of him like a doll and chuckled. “Man, even with all the shit that happened tonight, somehow you still make me feel like a big guy.” “Glad to help.” After I convinced Marcus to take Lisa’s jacket, and once Wes helped his son back onto his feet, I thought we were done. I thought we were finally going to get to go back to the resort, settle in for the night, talk amongst ourselves, and go to sleep. There weren’t supposed to be any more problems. Unfortunately for me, it seemed like nothing was ever going to be normal and predictable again. No disaster response training could have ever prepared me for what happened in the next few moments. As we were about to head back, Avery stopped and looked up at the sky. He raised a finger and pointed at something. “Hey, dad. Look, a shooting star.” Suddenly, I had deja vu. My anxiety was at an all-time high all over again. I didn’t want to look up, but something in my gut told me I had to. So, I did. And there, falling from the sky, was another motherfucking meteor. It was just like last time, except now, there weren’t any trees to protect us, no. It didn’t seem like we had any time to hide either. The meteor looked dangerously close, and it wasn’t like the first one at all. The original meteor was still contained in a rock, but this one looked like it was glowing, with purple cracks all around it. If it landed, there was no doubt it would’ve exploded on impact. “Holy fuck! That’s not a shooting star!” Wes yelled. “Is this seriously happening again?!” “Oh, no, no, this can’t be happening. You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lisa said. I looked in Marcus’ eyes and saw them glimmer. “Another meteor...?” Before any of us could say anything else, we tried getting out of the way. But it was too late. While everyone else tried to escape the impact, Marcus stood still, his eyes glued to the meteor. No way did I want to get killed. I thought about jumping again, but my feet were still aching from the last time. I was worried I was going to get caught up in the blast if I didn’t get away from Marcus. Then I wondered… what would happen if I got slimed? Me? The next thing I knew, Avery grabbed me from Marcus’ arms and tried taking me with him to safety. As the meteor crashed mere inches away from Marcus, Avery tripped over his feet and sent me flying several meters away, straight out of the blast zone. I watched in mid-air as everyone — Marcus, Wes, Lisa, and Avery — disappeared in a thick purple sludge that erupted from the meteor. They were all thrown back from the explosion, with black rock and charred sand in a storm of violet debris. All I could hear were their screams. I blacked out in an instant the moment my body hit the sand. What woke me up from unconsciousness wasn’t someone’s voice, the sweet smell of cinnamon, or any lights at the end of some tunnel. No, it was just me, still on the beach — drowning. The tide washed over me while I was knocked out, probably from the meteor, if I had to make a wild guess. My head was in immense pain and so was my back. I didn’t know what time it was anymore or how long I’d been out cold. “Oh, sweet cheeks!” Only when someone’s huge hands picked me up from the sand did I remember how small I was. Everything was still painfully foggy, even my sight was blurred. I achingly looked to see whose hands I was in and found Sammy’s face looking worriedly at mine. He was mouthing orders to some other people, but I didn’t know who they were — nor could I even see them. There was only one thing I heard before I fainted again. “Get them all to the infirmary, alright, boys? I don’t know what the hell happened here, but no one else can ever know about this. Holy mama.” As he carried me away, back to the resort I assumed, I looked back at the crash site. I didn’t know if it was the memory fog, the blurry vision, or the general exhaustion, but… there was nothing. Nothing there — only sand. As if the meteor had never crashed in the first place. There was no sign of debris or purple slime, nothing. I could only wonder what was going on in Sammy’s mind. Just how was he going to make sense of any of this? And where the fuck did the meteor go?

Entering the airport terminal alongside Sergei, or I should more accurately say, the entrance of the gigantic muscular monstrosity I had turned Sergei into was nothing short of phenomenal. Wearing flip flops, a teared pair of blue jeans as shorts, and a skin-tight tank top ready to burst, the imprint of the two front seats of the car fading out on each pectoral muscle, my 6'8" companion was a moving and breathing explosion of virility and muscle. the dozens of people around were aghast and eyes bulging out at the sight of him, trying to understand how this boisterous stacking of protrusive striated muscles covered with veins could be a human being, and trying to convince themselves that it couldn't be anything else. What do you think? Of course he was enjoying every second of the surrealist atmosphere created by the fantastic power radiating from every inch of his colossal body. From the tip of his toes overflowing his sandals, to the top of his head raising just a few inches above his traps, the fabulous bodybuilder was an infamous magnification of masculinity, the epitome of extreme outbreak of every limit ever conceived in male muscularity and power. The blessed onlookers, stunned by the indescribable magnificence of the absurdly disgusting profusion of ultrasized muscles piled before their eyes, didn't even start to wonder how much pure force was packed into the muscles of this superhuman. How much strength he could burst out. How many tons could lift biceps the size of huge truck tires. The size of several men. With all these striations, all these veins pulsing, it looked like he was aching from each and every muscle, every muscle eager to exert its fantastic power and lift, crush, explode, destroy anything. Yes, yet they understood that the behemoth must have tremendous control and wisdom to not let his muscles on the loose rampaging the Earth. They understood that his muscular power was beyond their comprehension. After a couple of minutes, seeing him talking and laughing with his little friend on his side, they figured out - not only that the cute guy wasn't just a toy he used for sex, but that this God among men had a part of humanity, feelings, and probably some consideration for mere mortals. Me? I had the time of my life. I could tell you more... you wouldn't imagine how many girls, and even more guys, were rubbing their crotches. Some less discreetly than others. Oh, passing the customs was quite something, too. I know, we weren't leaving the country, but the gate for people who were was just next, and an agent of the customs there came over and boldly took a stand before us, and said "Anything to declare?" - the guy was obviously out of line, literally and figuratively, and confident, confident about his looks to begin with, slim and tall, supermodel face, Hollywood smile, piercing deep blue eyes, staring up at Sergei's. We stopped quite surprised and after a second of silence Sergei found the right answer back. "Honestly, I was supposed to mule in steroids enough to feed an army, but somehow I think the pouch broke open in my intestines so there won't likely be any left for you to find." That sent agent Hunk into a bursting laughter, causing his brightly white perfect teeth to be even more exposed, and his hand to casually land on the side of Sergei's arm, and as the hand casually went on rubbing the biceps up and down, he added "As much as I'd love to go search up your system for some incriminating evidence of that smuggling attempt, it would be useless as your body has visibly already absorbed every ounce of every muscle enhancing drug available on this planet, so I have no choice but to let you go." Putting his adventurous hand back against his hip, the agent turned his face a little to the right to showcase his best profile, and winked. "I am sorry to have wasted some of your time so shamelessly, but it was so fantastic to approach you and talk to you that I honestly can't regret it. - Your devilish good looks and charm can let you get away with anything and you know it perfectly well," said Sergei. "No harm done. Now give a deep, passionate kiss to my friend here or I destroy you." Exactly, that was a nice touch. And surprisingly, the guy seemed to appreciate this concern for me, and although this Apollo had spent his life ignoring insignificant pieces of trash like me, he playfully walked to me, letting the gorgeousness of his face flow over me at its fullest to draw me out of breath as much as he could, expertly making his eyes switching through the shades of blue that he knew were the most effective, and then plunged his tongue into my mouth, and I think a few little signs showed that he was pleased of the level of queasy helplessness he had reduced me to in the process. I sincerely was hoping that my state of dumb, blissful stupor was obvious enough for him to get in return some of the satisfaction he had offered me. Then he went back to his duty at the other gate, without a word, but pleased with himself, probably, probably as he went through life. Sorry if I go into too much detail, I thought this souvenir was worth mentioning... Oh thank you, yes I have nothing better to do neither, I'm glad you're enjoying my story. So, we boarded the plane.

Chapter 13 Quincy melted under my touch. I leaned over him, completely encasing his whole body with mine, overwhelming his small stature. In the crook of my right arm, I cradled his head. With my left, I reached under his knees and lifted him out of the desk chair. “Careful,” he said. “I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve never…” he searched for words, “done it.” I smiled at his innocence and lifted him higher. The boy weighed practically nothing. He curled into my body, burying his face in the area where my bicep and pec were fighting for room by my armpit. I shifted his body until I was holding him entirely with my right arm, and then strode across the room to lock the door. Holding him there, I lifted his shirt, revealing his frail, hairless, birdlike torso. I began covering his chest with feather-soft kisses. With my free hand, I slowly unbelted and unzipped him, lowering his pants to reveal an equally demure lower half. Even his legs were downy soft, barely growing any hair. His dick hardened to its full length, barely five inches. With a slight sneer, I put him on top of my desk, and began disrobing myself. When I revealed my massive, hairy chest, he swooned. When I freed my thick, powerful legs from their cloth confines, his dick bobbed appreciatively. When I released my rock-hard 8.5-inch cock, his own dick began dribbling pre. I brought my leg up until it was even with his. Beside his twig-like legs, my massive thigh looked like a mighty tree trunk, thick and strong. I held up my arm to his. Even unflexed, my arm showed him how small and thin his own excuse for an arm was. My forearm was thicker than his bicep. Then I flexed, and my arm exploded, twice the size of his paltry limb. I lifted him off the desk again and held his sunken chest up to my own bulging, convex pec muscles. Then, I put him back on the desk and held my cock next to his—the coup de grace. Wordlessly, he began shuddering, and a spurt of cum drizzled out of the end of his cock. I pointed to my own cock, and he dove off the desk and began sucking and licking and caressing every square centimeter of it. He had trouble getting the head into this mouth, but once he did, he began servicing me so intensely that his face turned red and he began glowing with sweat. His tongue ministered to the head of my cock with precision and gusto. Just as I was about to grant him his reward of my copious seed, we were on the other side of my desk, both fully dressed, my hand still touching the back of his neck. The only difference now was that I was painfully erect, my cock easily noticeable through the fabric of my paints, leaking a steady stream. And I was seconds from blowing. Quincy withdrew from my touch, flinching as if I was about to strike him. “I’m going to have to take this back to the IT department, Mr. Myers. This computer is deader than dead. I can’t even get it to turn on here. If you need it, I can get you a loaner computer in less than fifteen minutes. I can take your phone too if you want, but I can’t do anything here. So, if it’s alright with you…” He turned around to try to make eye contact with me, but instead saw my wet cock bulge greeting him. When he saw its sheer length and girth pressed in the confines of my pants, that close to his face, Quincy’s words failed him. His breath caught in his throat, and he nearly froze. Not sure how to get out of this situation, I lied. “I was talking to my husband when my phone died. He’s been out of the country for six months. And I miss him.” Accepting the lie, Quincy grabbed my work computer and my phone, and hightailed it out of the room before he did something he regretted. Once Quincy had gone, I locked the door behind him, fully intent on taking care of my erection before I did something I regretted. No sooner was I alone in my office then I felt a familiar buzzing all over my body. Fully aware of what was about to happen, I quickly whipped off my tie and undid my collar button. I was in no mood to strangle myself. That done, I leaned with my back against my door, and felt the electricity surge deeply into my muscles. I could feel my back and ass swell, pushing me further away from the door. My legs, already filling my pants, swelled further, testing their limits. The fabric stretched further and further as my legs grew thicker and thicker until my pants were practically exploding. At the same time, my shoulders became more prominent, taking my shirt with them, pulling at the cloth until I could feel a tear forming between my shoulder blades. My expanding lats further tugged at the fabric, and I heard a small ripping noise. This shirt was too narrow for me now; I had grown wider than a shirt that I would have found comically large a week ago. Not to be outdone, my pecs inflated forward, spreading the front until a button popped, even despite the release of pressure the tear in the back had caused. My chest felt heavy—I could feel the weight of my pecs pulling me forward. At the same time, my back was equally weighty. The whole counterbalancing resulted in me standing up ramrod straight. My arms then drew my attention to them. Already pushed away from my body by my lats, my arms grew thicker, stress-testing the limits of my already twice-torn shirt. My forearms even swelled until they were near bursting out of my sleeves. The fabric was actually cutting off the circulation to my hands. Unable to bear it, I flexed my most intense double bi, and my sleeves ripped right down the middle, freeing my arms. My husband, my big bear of a husband, outweighed me by over 50 pounds when he wore these clothes. They were too big for him since he shed a few pounds, and I had just exploded out of them. I was bigger than Oz. At that, my cock erupted, filling the inside of my pants with cum without me ever having touched myself. I breathed raggedly for a few seconds, naively thinking the change was over, so I looked down at the damage. That’s when I realized the buzzing hadn’t finished. What happened next beggars description. My muscles continued growing, on a much smaller scale, but my definition became much more apparent. Striations formed in my chest, veins climbed to the surface of my arms and shoulders, and my abs etched so intensely that my stomach looked like plated armor. My waist nipped in just a little bit, and my thighs flared just a little, rounding out, finally causing the seams of my pants to tear. Through the cloth that still clung to my legs, I could see the same striations and veins appearing on my legs. At the same time, my face felt warm. I looked into the reflective glass of the nearby picture frame, and I could see that my face had become more etched, more severe. I hadn’t gotten any hairier. I hadn’t gotten any more hung. I hadn’t gotten any taller. I’d just gotten bigger. I had torn through my clothes, I had cum all down my leg (I could even feel it pooling in my sock), and I had no way of contacting anyone because my phone and computer were dead.

Part 2 letting out a long breath out as he took in his body, his eyes roaming the new muscles, he realised his body was doing something that it had never done before, he was turning himself on, the damp patch of pre was spreading over his thigh, releasing a musk of testosterone. groaning slightly at the sight of his body he stepped closer to the mirror to get a closer look, as he walked he could feel his swolen cum filled balls being squeezed and carressed by his thighs and the tight fabric. gazing at the outline of his thick leaking member he could hold back any more, he ran his hand down its length feeling the ridges and veins through his shorts. "fuck it" he moaned reaching for his waist band, he tore his shorts off, imidiately his solid rod flipped up hitting his abs leaving a dollop of thick pre on his shirt, his heavy sack now proudly displayed on his meaty thighs. "fuck im huge and hung" he groaned as he flex his thighs, before carressing his sack and stroking his shaft. "i gotta see how big i am" he said hungrily and quickly grabbed a tape measure and laid it on the thick member before wrapping it around, "8.3 * 6.5 fucking inches" he breathed. He then flexed his bicep and wrapped the tape around the peak, his cock throbbed as he say the number 18.4 inches, hurrying to the bathroom he stepped on the scales, the display finally settled, 203lbs. "fuuuck i gained 50lbs of muscle" ginning to himself as he headed back to his room, and again being taken off guard by his incredibly body one word came to mind to describe what he saw 'STUD' "yes im a stud" his eyes catching the reflection of the pill bottle "but i can be a better stud, a bigger stud, and more hung stud a fucking stallion" he said his voice hungry his mouth watering as he took another pill out the bottle. swallowing it he closed his eyes and waited for his growth to begin, again he felt his muscles grow warm the neck of his stirt started to strain against him, his cock throbbed thick pre running down its length and dripping from is sack, as his muscles started to grow he moan "yessss make me huge..." but as almost as soon as it had started it stopped. opening his eyes he looked down confused he weighted himself 208lbs read the sacle "looks like im gonna need much more to get to where i need to be" openning the pill bottle he emptied it and counted 23 pils remaing, "115lbs more muscle" he said realising he would increase his mass by more than 50%.scooping back into the bottle "here goes nothing" he said as he emptied the bottle into his mouth. *CRUNCH* *CRUNCH* *GULP* seconds later a tidalwave of testosterone washed over him and he felt the familiar heat returning to his muscles "yes thats more like it!" he groaned his voice an octive lower, everly muscle on his body looked pumped, veins pushed themselves to the surface to feed them "yesssss" he groaned crushing the pill bottle in his fist, as he felt his abs start to pulse, the 6 brick were pushed against the tight shirt but now the pushed further gaining depth, he started to grow taller his torso and legs lenthening, his t shirt rode up further. he could see at the bas of his abs either side of his thick cock an extra set started to rise like bread in the oven only, this bread was ultra dense rock hard muscle. "more...". His body responded his obliques turned from smooth hard muscle into bulging piano keys flanking the 8 fist size bricks. the seams at the side of the shirt started to rip as his core widened. Following up is lats started to engorge pushing his arms firnther apart and continuing the tear up to his pits. "mmmph yes botta out grow this shirt!" he roared with exitement as his pecs grew larger the slabs of muscle now over and inch and a half thick split the neck of the shirt, reaching up he tore the shirt off revealing his torso in all its glory, his thick shelf like pecs over hung his abs casting a shadow over them. he could feel the sheets of muscle running down his back swell forcing his shoulders furthere apart giving him an isane v taper as his lats continued the pulse and grow. his delts swelled to striated vascular pumpkins of muscle. grunting as he watched his neck thicken and traps rise. he flexed his bicep and squeezed the solid muscle "grow bigger make 18 inch guns look small make them fucking tank canons!!". As if responding to his will this horse shoe tricep bulged followe by his bicep harger and larger forcing his fingers apart, he let out a deep moan as he watched the split deepen on his arm and forearm swell to match it. his atention shifted as he felt is quads start to swell, the thick muscle split into three defined chunks. running his hand hover the growing muscle he couldnt contain himself "FUCK YESSS GROW MY QUADS TURN THEM INTO HUGE TREE TRUNKS!!" his thighs swelled pushing against one another forcing him to position his feet further apart, turning side on he watched his gluts clearly split from the quads as his hamstrings thickened huge cords of muscle growing. his meaty glutes flexed mushing against one another the rounded cubes of muscle pushing out over his hammies. his diamond calves swelled to the size that his thighs had prviously been. suddenly he moaned his hand on his cock "mmm my monster cock is getting bigger fuck im going to split people in two" he groaned as he stroaked the growing shaft, his had slit eaily thanks to the copious amounts of pree oozing from the head. stroking the shaft up to the head he noticed that his fingers could no longer close around it, each stroke had to travel further and further, the pencil thick veins visably throbbing as it grew. he began squeezing his balls as they grew now the size of tangerines he could feel them churning with copious amounts of thick hot cum. "yesss, yesss look at this stud no stalion" me moaned as he stroked faster working his balls he could feel the edge fast approaching his muscles tensing "fuck botta bust the biggest nut in histrory" he roared as his cock pulsed and throbbed, his muscles spazamed, flexed and bulged as he orgasmed, rope after rope of thick wite cum splatted against the mirror and over is abs, he could feel his balls shrink as he came buckets "YESSSSSSSSS...." he groaned as his orgasm wound down his cock not softening even one bit. "FUUCK" he panted as the afterglow of his orgasm washed over him, he could feel his tnagerine sized balls start to swell back to theyre full size as more cum was produced. Looking at his body in the now cum covered mirror he estimated he must be abot 6'8" tall , he headed to the bathroom and started measuring " a stallion for sure" he said in awe as me measured his coc 12.8*9 inches, "24" cannons" he moaned "tree trunks 34 inches" he groaned as his cock started leaking again "8 granite bricks" he said his voice rising as he punched his hard abs " piano key obliques and god damn wings" he roare as he spread his lats" he stareted flexing his extitement rising as each muscle rippled before his cum cannon exploded the first load hitting his cin and raing down onto his pecs before he grabbed the monster and pointed it towards the tub until his sack was drained. "fuck yes im the biggest most hung stud and i need me some fresh meat!" as he turned and left the bathroom. tbc... any suggestions for improvements or how to continue would be appreciated

Thank you. I hope to have a second part for you soon.

Chapter 1: (AM note: as every story goes, first chapter lays a lot of groundwork for some major growth later) Medusa seems confused as she look at her stores of black blood. She looks around the room only to see a shadow slide out of the room. Black arrows slide along the walls as Medusa chases the shadow. The shadowy man flips and dives away as arrows attack off the walls, slowing his getaway attempt. a clash of a dagger helps divert arrows away from dealing any serious damage to the man. Finally however the magic takes the better of the man and the arrows whip around him, constraining and tightening around him until Medusa comes to face him. The man himself was a rather shorter 5' 4" man, wiry and lithe as only someone taller can normally be, but athletic enough to explain the aerial maneuvers he had been doing previously. Maroon brown short hair topped a rather cute face that gave the impression of being that of a young boys, but with enough lines to show the true maturity of his age of likely 30 years. Medusa began to put together how she would respond in a witty way when the man began laughing. "Well I knew this was a stupid idea but guess my luck finally ran out. Before you decide to bake me into a pie I should mention I'm not quite the spryest spring chicken" Medusa couldn't help but smile at the humour of her hopeless prisoner. "It was particularly more stupid then I think you could imagine. Do you even know what you are messing around with?" The man laughs harder. "Black blood? I've seen the damage your little son has wrecked. Colour me intrigued." Medusa seems to weigh the man up. "A power thirsty man. Can you explain to me why I should entertain this talk any longer?" "Because I think you would be interested in putting black blood through it's paces." Medusa seems to chew on this "What did you have in mind?" "You made Crona so mentally traumatized, in an effort to allow Ragnarok the ability to control him. Aren't you at least a little curious to see what happens when someone's goals align with it?" "Now listen here little man. Based on our conversation, you just want power. Let me guess here. You have always been overlooked and felt weak. You have spent your life trying to make yourself skilled, but it's not enough. You can't hunt for the academy, you can't even steal from me well, or escape." The black arrows let the man down, humour not seeing to be present on his face any longer. It all had bled into Medusa's toothy grin. "Boy, you think you are so different then Crona, you are just as hopeless as he is." With that Medusa approaches, takes the black blood from the man's pocket. An arrow comes from behind and pierces the man through the chest, suspending him in the air before Medusa. She unstoppers the black blood and pours it into the wound. "Let's experiment." The black blood seeped into the man's body immediately. With that Medusa's arrow flings him out a door and onto the ground. The man, groggy as ever got up and slowly slumped away, trying to piece together what had just happened, and what had cut both sides of his shirt but not so much as scratched his skin apparently. Stepping into his house he stumbles on, his mind a buzz until a voice comes from the corners of his mind. "let me in, and I will give you the power you crave" He moves on, stumbling into a kitchen to get a drink. He had gone to steal the black blood. "You did, and you succeeded. Let me take control, and I will make you strong." The man stops. He definitely heard something that time. "I can make you do anything. Untold strength. Give over to me" It came back to him. The theft, the attack, the blood. "You are the black blood... Aren't you...?" "I am. You are weak, do you want to be strong?" The man grabbed his water and looked across a kitchen island, as if he were talking to someone sitting there. "I will be strong." "I want to help you." "I want your help." "Give yourself over to me" The man looks down, and then once his deliberation was done he lifted his head. "I won't do that." "WHAT!" With that a black figure bursts from the man's back. Pure black and muscular with a large white 'X' over it's face. "You are small, you're weak, you're pathetic. You couldn't become anything without me, so give into it." The man grabs the creatures wide shoulders and pins it to the island. "And how pathetic would it make me to give myself away to you! I don't want you to control me, I want you to help me. I worked for it, and I will continue to work for it. So you can help me or I swear to god I will rip you out of my back, throw you in a blender, and drink you down just so I can do it again." The black blood monster laughs uproariously, catching the man off guard. "I don't know if you know. I'm already in your head, Stephen. I'm so muscular and huge right now because you want me to be, because you want to be like this." The black figure flexes his pecs one at a time. "But that also means I know you are serious when you threaten me AND I LOVE IT." With that the black monster raised itself off and flexed itself in front of Stephen. "I can make you like this. You will be so powerful, but if you want me to be in, I need something in it for me." Stephen shakes himself back to his senses from being transfixed by the face full of chest and arm muscles before him. "Oh so you don't know that part? I have something in mind." With that Stephen began walking, the monster attached to his back followed along. "Wait are you blocking me from seeing what you are doing. Are you doing some meditative bull to keep me from reading your mind." Stephen seems to grin "Just testing to see if I have ANY privacy. Plus I prefer to think of it as anticipation. Are you excited... What do I call you?" "I go by Armageddon" As Stephen goes though his house he opens a door only to find an old maid cleaning the room. "Armageddon, meet Ophelia." Ophelia sees the imposing muscle monster jutting out of Stephen's back and screams and falls back. "Ophelia, you seem afraid. I like it. You should be." "Ophelia, I wanted to thank you for your service, but unfortunately I have one more task for you. I'm offering your soul in place of mine, to become a servant of Armageddon." Ophelia screams as Armageddon laughs, their voices fighting to fill the room over the other. Stephen sticks out his hand and a black blade juts from the end of his hand and pierces Ophelia through the heart. "My blood should now be black, infect her and replicate Armageddon. I have known her for a long time, she doesn't have the willpower to fight." Ophelia cuts off her cry to process Stephen's betrayal and Armageddon stops his laughter in turn. "I accept your sacrifice. You will have my strength at your disposal. THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN." With that black blood dribbled down the blade flowing down towards and then into Ophelia. The blade retracts and Ophelia convulses on the ground as her veins go black. Stephen and Armageddon watch on as the convulsions stop a minute later as Ophelia gets up and out of her back a clone of Armageddon, with just as much muscle and vascularity jets out of Ophelia's back. Ophelia, now aware looks back up at the beast that frightened her before, and now sees it coming out of herself and screams once more. The new Armageddon leans around to look her in the face. "That's right honey. I'm in you, I can read your thoughts. I am infecting you more and more every second, and there's nothing you can do about it." Ophelia's eyes at first show defiance but then glaze over with hopelessness. In this moment The new Armageddon's body appear to pulse, and visibly grows larger. Where before it would have been fitting to say it was a ripped bodybuilder with the packed muscle of a 5'6 competitor, now it had that same if not more muscle packed on, and appears as though the bodybuilder in question were 6' in height. Stephen's eyes bulge at the view. New Armageddon laughs looking down at Stephen and his Armageddon. "As we take over, we gain power, and I prefer to show it in my size." Stephen, attempting not to drool over the muscle in the room reaches out his hand. "I agree, this is going to be fun. I have plans for us all." Ophelia's Armageddon reaches out his large hand, thick with the same strength the rest of his body conveyed, and a smaller but identical and strong hand reaches from behind as Stephen's Armageddon puts his hand into the mix. "I am shivering with this anticipation."

Chapter 2: One week had passed since Stephan and Ophelia were infected, but their progress couldn't have been more different. Stephan and Armageddon Sr were getting along well. They worked together. They helped one another. They're minds aligned a lot. Both were trouble makers, and both were so excited of what they could do in each others hands. To their credit they would often go through various forms of training. Combat, teamwork, and physical augmentation. As Armageddon had guessed, Stephan wanted to grow stronger more then anything else, and that did mean physically more then any other area. Together they worked on growing his body, forcing the blood to expand him, and grow different areas. It was not so easy as may have been thought, but together they grew him a few inches taller in the week. Even beyond that he was beginning to fill out a build, comparable to that of a swimmer. Meanwhile Ophelia was having a very different experience. Armageddon Jr spent his time bullying her, berating her, and ultimately attempting to control her. As Stephen had said, she was not mentally very strong, and Armageddon broke her down easily. With every session of taunting he gained more control over Ophelia, and it showed in how he manifested. Armageddon Jr towered above Ophelia in a mass of pitch black mass. Even still the vascularity was clearly visible, giving the impression this manifest of black blood had blood himself. It was interesting to see the scale at which both Armageddon's grew. Sr grew slowly, as his and Stephan's relationship grew, whereas Jr grew by leaps and bounds every day. By the time Stephan called for Jr to join him for something, Jr easily could raise himself up higher out of Ophelia then Ophelia herself was tall, and was just as wide in the shoulders as that. He was completely filled in with so much muscle no human could ever hope to obtain those proportions. Jr, true to his name, reveled in being larger then his "parent" and laughed as he looked down at the other 2. "Morning pipsqueaks. What's so important you had to drag me out? I was just telling Ophelia how worthless she was, and going through her childhood diary. You should hear about the time she asked this guy out, and he publicly announced to everyone about how she would never find anyone to be with, and she is still single." Jr laughed very hard as Ophelia shed a tear, and Jr thumped with more power. Stephan chuckled a little, but stopped after a second. "Armageddon, I'm glad you like the sacrifice I have offered you. But you know what. You have done so well with her, I think you deserve more to work with." Jr's face twisted in confusion, but Stephan took him into the living room with him. Just before entering he asked both Armageddon's to retreat for now, to which they obliged. As Stephan and Ophelia walked in, 30 various people were sitting around the room. Stephan took that opportunity to walk up in front of them and address them. "Good morning, ladies and gentleman. As you know, I have invited you all here to host a help meeting. You all are addicts to various things. Alcohol, drugs, gambling, etc. We are here to help... in a way. Essentially the reason you are here for this meeting is because your minds are often too weak to fight the voices in your head. I am however afraid to tell you all that sadly, I have not come here to help your issue." Everyone looked around quite confused and nervous. With that Stephan walked amidst them and Armageddon emerged from his back. Stephan brought his hands in close to him, and just as people began to scream, Stephan Shove his arms to the sides, and Armageddon oozed out along the ground in a line to each person, and then ran up them in tendrils and veins, all in the space of a half second. Everything froze except for Ophelia as Jr emerged from her back to stare in wonder at the scene. From his pose, Stephan turned his head over to look at Jr, and opened his eyes to reveal pure black voids in their place. Stephan's mouth made words, but the voice was neither his, nor Sr's. It was some amalgamation of the 2 echoing off of each other. "Listen here Armageddon. You are doing well, and will continue to do well, but here me now. If you simply consider this type of growth to be the only kind worthwhile, you will perish. One day, you will need me, because despite all you have you will remember that I am powerful as well. Don't forget that." Two heartbeats later, the veins that were holding all the people in place pulsed again and again. It was as if time started as everyone began to scream in pain as black blood flooded their bodies. Armageddon Jr had been a little afraid of Stephan's speech, but now laughed at the scene coming out before him, and about the mastermind plan that was unfolding. Stephan eventually broke his pose and the lines that had shot out from him retreated back and Armageddon Sr, formed once more from him. Sr looked very pleased with himself but very tired, but Stephan congratulated him, though Jr was unsure how they could carry a conversation amidst this chaos. Now that Sr had retreated, the people were running, hiding, screaming, talking to themselves. One person had retreated to a corner and was hugging herself and rocking back and forth, all with black blood vessels clear on their bodies. After a minute the first new Armageddon emerged, and this was the catalyst to more and more bursting out. All huge, identical, and ripped as Jr had been at first creation. All looked around, confused and excited to see all of their brethren. With that Stephan looked over at Jr, this time with his usual hazel eyes. "Armageddon, these are not your brothers, these are pieces of you. Join together with them into one great being." Jr looked so confused. "Wait, what are you saying?" Stephan looked over as it dawned on Sr what Stephan was saying. "Why can you only control one person at a time? You are blood, they are blood. Combine yourselves." Ophelia whimpered at the idea and Jr saw what she was thinking of, and he licked his lips. The other Armageddons had heard what Stephen had said and had gathered their humans together by whatever means necessary. Jr looked over all 30 of his smaller counterparts and they all looked at him expectantly. With that he walked Ophelia into the center of them, and all the Armageddons melded together. At first it was just a large blob, but suddenly the group of humans felt a large force pull them in closer. The black form was still supported from their backs, and after a minute it began to take shape. A solid round core of abs and obliques formed above the humans, and just above that muscle burst out from all sides. Pecs, lats, and back muscles ballooned out from the core, all displaying hills and valleys where one muscle ended and another started. Two large, heavy arms burst from the ever more defined mass. Each one bigger then any given person below the black beast. Veins streaked along every inch of the arms, from the defined strong fingers up the bulbous bicep and even across the massive tricep head behind it. Traps began rising up higher and higher out of the top of this monster. Finally After everything had formed and solidified, a normal sized Armageddon head popped out in front of the traps. He seemed to take himself in, as did Stephan and Armageddon Sr. Jr was huge. All the humans below him took that opportunity to move out a little and look up at the creature attached to them. Jr saw all of them and could feel their thoughts of fear. It felt like a rush to him, and he flexed. He reached down and picked up one of the men who was proving more resilient to his imposing figure. It only took one arm to bring him up to his face. "Listen little shit. I own you now. You can resist me, I'm fine with that, but know that I will broke you down. I will make your five times through rehab withdrawal look like the happiest day of your life. You get a choice. You can let me have my way and listen to me, or I can get... creative." The man's face sunk, as did several others in the group at the implication of what that meant for them. Jr felt their hopelessness feed him more. It pumped him bigger and bigger, and he even noticed a residual effect as his captives noticed the size increase and lost even more hope. His arms extended longer and more so even thicker and stronger. His chest pumped out, taking up more of his view but he felt his back expand as a counterbalance. He couldn't help but laugh at the sheer power he felt, and looked over at Stephan and Armageddon Sr. "Boys... This is... I have never felt this good. It's amazing. Join me." Jr's giant hand reached out to them. Armageddon Sr began to reach out subconsciously, until Stephan grabbed his wrist. "That's fine Armageddon. We are glad you are excited, but I don't want to become one of your slaves. We have other priorities in mind. You will appreciate them in time I think, but please, let me be me. If not for my benefit, please do it in thank you for bringing you these people and this idea." Sr looked down at Stephan, incredulous. "Boy, you have wanted nothing more since day one then strength. You go to great lengths to create this powerful creature, and he offers you assistance, and you say NO?!" Stephan laughed. "You think he was going to let me be in control? He wanted me to be another drone to feed him. That's not what I need." Jr laughed and nodded his head. "He's not wrong, but then ask me this. Why give me all this strength when you are the one who wants it?" With that Stephan grinned. "I have a plan, and you play front and centre." With that Stephan dropped his mental barriers he had kept from Sr. Sr saw Stephan's vision in full for the first time. He went wide eyed. "HAHAHA My boy. That's risky. It's bold. I love it!" Jr looked on in confusion, like a child who couldn't understand what his parents were talking about. "I can't say I understand, but it's fine I guess. I'm benefiting after all. But can I at least know what your plan for me is?" Stephan's eyes lit up with both the Armageddon's accepting his plan. "Well Jr. Think of it this way. 30 people is just the beginning..." The humans attached to Jr gulped, and Jr moaned as he felt another wave of power surge into him, as he began to fill the room even more, nearing the ceiling. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of multiplying in strength, and Stephan and Sr laughed with him.

Samar returned home and threw his bag onto the couch. He looked exhausted and crashed on the couch, causing something in it to audibly crack inside and Samar fell further into his ratty couch then he should have. He gets up and kicks the couch, causing the wooden frame inside to crack as well. "Fucking piece of garbage." Samar needed to unwind. His body thirsted for size. He knew left to his own devices he could be positively gigantic but it wasn't realistic. He felt so confined in fear of what the outside world would think if he suddenly shot up 5 feet and added 1000lbs overnight, but he wanted it so bad. It was then he came up with an idea... He was so excited. He could kill two birds with one stone. With that he began texting furiously. He asked everyone to spread the word, He would hold a party. That evening Samar's house was bustling with so many people you couldn't move without touching someone else. Better yet for Samar, it was an ABC party (Anything but clothing). In essence someone could come very well covered but it was so much easier to wear barely anything. 90% of the people there could barely have strutted the streets without the police pulling them into a cruiser for indecent exposure. Samar was practically drooling at the prospect. Every other moment a new person was apologizing for touching him. For him, it was an all you could eat buffet. He was holding back to start but as the night went on Samar took every opportunity. Samar despite being very large had become an expert at having a subtle touch to his powers. Pound of muscle here, 1/4 inch of height there, but it was all adding up, he could feel it. At some point he approached a group of bros he had seen at the gym before. "-never seen someone that huge and I swear every day he gets bigger!" Samar finally steps next to them, and they must have sensed him, or felt his footsteps in the ground because they stopped awkwardly and all turned to look at him, all a little shocked as if caught in the act of something. Samar grinned from ear to ear. "I hope you were talking about me, but man I have seen bigger guys. Hopefully not for long though." With that Samar did a most muscular. Samar to his credit had worn a makeshift duct tape poser and nothing else, so his muscles were on display as much as possible. The men appeared transfixed. Samar began to wonder why he had such an effect to turn every guy gay when one of them snapped out of it and whipped out a 50$ bill from his pocket. "50$ to anyone who can pin Samar down!" He announced to the party. People quickly shifted away from him in case anyone immediately acted on the bet. No one moved towards him. Samar laughed, and looked around. "I mean if some people worked together I bet you could split the prize money. But wait what do I get if I win?" Some people laugh but then 4 women all step forward, clearly also people who had taken the hint to wear barely any clothing. "Well big boy if you prove you can handle yourself around a bunch of men, we may just be interested enough to see how you handle a bunch of women." With that she winked and loosened what passed for a bikini. Everyone cheered and Samar's eyes bugged at the gorgeous women before him. "NOW!" Samar barely had enough time to react as three boys came from behind him. One jumped and barely got his arms around Samar's neck. The other 2 went for his legs, trying to tackle them out from under him, but the exclamation was warning enough and he tensed all his muscles, and managed to stay upright. Now that they were there Samar moved his weight distribution to avoid falling over from their continued efforts. A few moments later he breathed in heavy and jumped in the air, only to come back down on the guy who was dangling behind him with a thud. A heavy groan immediately comes from behind him, and Samar pulls muscle from him. He had just been wailed from Samar's large mass slamming him to the ground. No one would notice if he lost some mass. The other two men had moved out of the way in time but Samar hadn't lost them in the crowd. He managed to grab each ones arm and began draining them too immediately. He slammed them down on top of their friends. Samar proceeds to press his chest down on them, grinding them into the ground as he drains more and more size from them. He had to go slow, he did not want these men realizing anything but being sore and tired. He desperately wanted to let the floodgates go and do more, but he knew better. On that notion he was surprised to feel several people pile on top of his back. Samar looks over his shoulder to see 10 people of various sizes had hopped onto him, trying to take advantage of this opportunity. Samar grinned as he saw them all doing their best, and he began draining them too. No one of them would notice a different but piling onto him he was in heaven. Samar felt the power piling into him. He dug his palms into the ground and began to do some pushups with the people on his back. He held himself up on the second one to let the men under him crawl out in pain, but then began to continue. The exercise was not easy by any measure but right now Samar felt like he could do anything. The people on top of him laughed and cheered and counted him on as he tried pressing a few more times, but it did not appear that he would make it to 10. He did come crashing down on 8 but everyone was laughing including Samar so much. He had made his point. Samar noted how far off the ground his head was, what with a pump and the muscle he stole. The same man from before now was looking on at the monster he had created. "Samar it looks like we've finally tested your chest out. Now how about the rest of your muscle. We wanna see it all pumped." Everyone got off Samar and he stood up. He actually hit his head off the ceiling, which was a shame given he had found this place because it was one of the few houses he hadn't needed to duck in constantly. "Well I mean I guess we could all go to the parking lot and test some shit out! Who wants to see what I got in me!" Everyone cheered and he smiled. Everyone piled out of the house. The people behind Samar a little more slowly as he worked his way out of the house. When Samar saw most people were outside he announced in a deep voice. "OK Listen up. I don't intend to skip leg day so here's the deal. I want 10 people to get onto me, anywhere you can grab and not touch the ground, get creative!" Samar knelt down on one knee. most people grabbed around his neck, until someone had a great idea. They found some rope in Samar's house and tied it both ways around his chest, making an X on his chest and back. With that people found it easier to hold on. Samar was about to begin when the tall thin woman who had been offering her body got up and dangled from him like a necklace, but used her feet to hold herself up face to face with Samar. "Hope you don't mind if I get a front seat to this action." Samar simply smiled, and got up in earnest. "No, but the real show goes on later. Wouldn't want you to get worn out by my face too much to miss that one." The girl smiles as she adjusts to be ready for Samar to squat. "I somehow don't think your face will be my focus. You got a lot of body to satisfy, and I never leave until I make sure every inch is satisfied." With that she licks her lips and bites them a little. Samar went a little weak at the knees, but then set his stance and began squatting. Once he was beginning to be tired, he began draining from the people touching him. He found newfound strength as the ropes tightened around his his chest and back, but he was more focused on his thighs pushing out, allowing him to go up and down more and more. At some point he let more people on and drained from them to get the last few reps out. He laughed as he got down and let everyone down, but winked at the girl who looked hot and bothered by his even more pronounced muscles. As he got back up everyone marveled. There were whispers that he seemed bigger then at the beginning of the night but between the pump, the night, the alcohol and everything no one could be sure. This had been Samar's plan, though he hadn't expected another man to egg on everyone to get them to touch him. Samar went over to the others to have them cheer for him. "Now without some equipment sadly I don't know about having you all help me with any displays of strength, but I want to see what you all got! I like to think my displays make me king. If you disagree you can try to fight me." To this comment everyone laughed. "But ti seems to me like kings usually get carried everywhere. So let's see what you guys are able to do!" Samar lays down and waits for others to come, everyone gathers around, a mix of emotions from incredulity to overconfidence were on their faces. The man from before helped coordinate the efforts and eventually with all 60-70 odd people they were able to lift and move him. Just about every person in the party was now touching Samar. This was his chance, Samar could sense which people weren't supporting him as well so he instead pulled from the people who were stronger. As always slowly but pulling from 50 odd people at once had dramatic effects on him immediately, the rope around his chest digging in further and further, actually to the point it was very uncomfortable. They neared the door but between Samar's weight gain, and the strength loss of the biggest contributors to carrying him, they were not going to make it. "OK all, you proved your point. I am not giant enough to squash you all yet. You can put me down now." With a collective sigh of relief everyone worked to put Samar on his feet. He was towering over a lot of them more then ever, and he loved it. It excited him, and that excited his member. Samar had nearly forgot but now he was anticipating how much he had grown between his pants too. Everyone noticed and laughed, but Samar was not embarrassed. He had always been big, but now he would be surprised to hear he didn't have the biggest dick in the world. The woman from before sauntered over to him, and reached up to teasingly caress his pec overhang. "Big boy, that looks painful, and I think you won that bet earlier. Clearly 70 people can handle you, but I wanted to see what power a few women might have." As if on cue 4 other women come up and reach for whatever was still within reach to them. One of the shorter ones face seemed to only come up to his dick, and she seemed content with that. Samar laughed and let them lead him away, shouting back at everyone to help themselves to the beer in the fridge. The second the door was closed the girls got to work ripping away his makeshift pants. The fresh air was all his dick had needed to be unleashed and grow uninhibited. "I hope you all aren't scared by size. It's big, even to scale." The girls giggled although they did look a little concerned too. "Big boy, if that was a problem we wouldn't have come in here." With that Samar let himself be pushed down onto the bed, and having the girls crawl over him. Samar could see and feel how small they all were on him. That more then any of their individual physiques turned him on, his dick slapped hard and heavy onto this abs as it pumped larger and larger. Everyone, including him, looked down and were impressed to see how big it was and still inflating. In some porns he had seen, women put their arms next to a mans dick for comparison, but this was approaching being more comparable to a thin waist in girth, it outweighed even a bigger mans arm. One of the girls began rubbing it with both her hands, but she pulled another girl to help when she could see she was barely covering any surface area. They found a lube bottle in his drawers and poured the whole contents on him. The woman from before was too busy massaging both his nipples. She had her arms stretched out wide to reach, displaying her chest. Samar looked down and laughed. "Honey, you got a huge rack, but I think you have to agree mine are bigger." Samar flexed his chest which bounced the girl up a little. "You like that baby? I like flexing and making you bop around." The girl grinned and went to work sucking his nipple. Samar moaned. Another girl came up around his neck and began kissing him. She barely could move his lips, but he shot back, powering into her mouth and having his way with it, losing himself in the ecstasy of the tiny girls working him over as well as they could. Eventually he decided it was time. His dick was hard and at attention now. A full 20 inches sporting out. "Listen honey's you are all great, but there is NO way any of you small things can take this dick so how about this." with that he got up and arranged them all on the bed, except one. He half straddled his own bed, which he had outgrown and laid his dick down on the lucky girl who was in the center at the bottom. He laid the last girl on top of his dick, and then propped himself up over all the girls. His ripped and huge muscular torso cutting off the light from the room. He leaned down further until he was resting on each girl just enough for them to touch and feel him, and then he began humping and driving on top of them all. They all moaned at the sensation of this hard strong man driving them into the bed, and feeling his dick plowing back and forth along the bed and the girls. They could not see anything in the flurry of sheets, penis and body but they kissed, touched, rubbed and sucked anything and everything. His pace sped up and the bed creaked and shook violently. Cheers came from the other room and Samar no longer hid the noises. All the girls were loud and enjoying themselves and he could feel them cumming in turns. He was holding out but then he pulled from all the girls. One solid good pull of size from all of them. The power surge to him was enough to bring him over the edge and cum spurted along the bed, splashed the headboard, and splashed back even on the girls near there. The surge must have been felt by the girls, either because of the added weight of Samar on them, or the power loss pushed them over the edge (for some of them for a second or third time). Samar laughed as he looked down at the squirming in pleasure women, and laid down next to the bed to look over at them all. Samar had had a special bed made to fit him but now it wasn't even close, but these 5 women barely filled it themselves. The thought excited him again but he pushed it to the side. He went over to the closet and pulled out a bunch of towels. he threw a few at the bed for the girls, and began to clean himself, until a light arm stopped him. "King, allow your subjects to do that for you." The women, still wet from his cum themselves began polishing and drying him off, until all that was left was the parts they could not reach. Samar looked down at them and raised an eyebrow. "Surely you don't expect your king to kneel for you, right?" The girls all laughed, and then one sat on another's shoulders. This raised her up level with Samar's upper pec, so she could clean the rest. Samar still looked down at them, which he loved. "Even two of you can't get up to me. May arm is bigger then you girls. How does that make you feel?" The girls shivered. If Samar didn't know better, he'd think the girls may have been close to cumming again. "Sorry to say ladies, but I think it's time I share my size with everyone else again." With that Samar went out into the living room again and cheered, as did everyone else. The girls giggled as they looked down and saw the duct tape poser he had been wearing at the beginning of the night, now discarded on the floor. One of them runs to give it to him, but Samar leans over his pec shelf to see what the girl is holding and laughs. "I'm not embarrassed, why should I hide?" Everyone at the party cheered and drank more. Samar only picked up the odd pound here and there now, but surely now the people at the party would spread the slurred words of his growth, which was also a part of the plan.

Chapter 12 The next morning at work, I dressed in my husband’s clothes. The only work-appropriate clothes he’d left behind were some of the business outfits he’d bought at his heaviest—around 220. So, they were still too large for me even though I was bigger than Oz was currently. I wasn’t swimming in them, though. On the contrary, my chest made a nice impression, and the fabric draped around my narrow waist. His shoes were a little too big for me because Oz’s feet are a little too big for his height. Just a little, but you could notice it when he went around barefoot. I wasn’t complaining about the footwear; I preferred shoes that were too big to too small. I was worried I looked like a clown, but Mo assured me I just looked like I could only afford to shop at the Goodwill. All that morning, I hid in my office. I didn’t like that it was potentially bugged, but I had to stay away from the men outside my office. I had never noticed just how many tasty men worked in my office, and now I was noticing them all. The twinks in IT, the daddies in upper management, the rough trade in the accounting department. Anything even vaguely male was turning my head it seems. Before I decided to hide, I must have leered a bit too intensely at two of the cuter interns. They made hasty exits with terrified looks on their faces. I was a horny menace, and I had to put a door between me and temptations. In the last 24 hours, I had masturbated a grand total of eight times, and I was still humming with a sexual edge. I hoped it was just the spell and not my new everyday—I couldn’t handle being this amped all the time. I spent the morning playing catch up again. I hadn’t lied when I told Mo my workload was kind of light. I was supposed to be prepping for my meeting with Vernon the next day, which meant I had delegated the day-to-day tasks last week. The remainder was largely supervisory, so I had a small mountain of forms to sign, double-checking that everyone was still following their timetables and budgets. Of course, this gave me plenty of time to feel how my enlarged ass filled my desk chair and how the muscles of my arms bunched and danced as I wrote my signature. By 11:30, I had almost completely caught back up. It was almost noon on Tuesday. My turn to call Oz. I locked the door to my office and lowered the blind to get as much privacy as possible. Normally, these calls were the highlight of my week. But today, I felt like I was sneaking behind enemy lines. A ring or two, and then Oz answered. “Good afternoon, Ian. You’re early.” “Good evening, Oz,” I responded. “I couldn’t wait.” “I miss you,” Oz cooed. I melted a little. He was still Oz. “I miss you too,” I admitted. “It’s only ten days until you get home.” “That’s only 240 hours.” “That’s sounds harder.” “That’s only 14,400 minutes,” Oz said. “It can’t be that many!” I protested. “It is. I used a calculator.” “Let’s go back to saying ten days. So much fewer. Ten sounds doable.” “You sound doable,” Oz said, a ribald flair in his voice. “Oh, you charmer,” I replied, a hair sarcastically. Oz knew I liked the cheesy lines, but I had to play a little hard to get to keep the romance alive. “You enjoying Cayden’s visit?” Oz asked. “We spent the weekend in, just the two of us.” “Sounds sweet. Brotherly.” “Yeah. We’ve really had some intense bonding.” I could hear Mo crunching in the background. “And what are you eating that’s making so much noise?” I asked. “It’s definitely a hearty kale salad,” Oz said. “It couldn’t possibly be made of pork and deep fried.” “As long as there’s a salad somewhere in there,” I teased. “Yes, dear,” he said, laughing slightly. “What have you been doing to occupy yourself in your off hours?” “What off hours?” he asked earnestly. “I’m going to be home on the 10th come hell or high water, I promise. But, the closer we get to my departure, it seems like a million tiny details become my responsibility. Sometimes, I feel like I’m being asked to make a tapestry out of clay.” “Sounds vexing.” “That’s not the half of it. These past few days, I’ve been having trouble sleeping without you.” “That’s sweet,” I said. “Then I said it wrong. I can’t sleep without your touch, your smell, your taste. I crave it.” That made my cock wake up. Oz was going to have to cool his jets, or this would turn into phone sex, and I knew his opinion of that. He’d already come far closer to the line than I’d ever heard him do. “The only way I’ve been able to get any sleep,” he started to explain, but then he stopped dead. “No. It’s too embarrassing.” “We’ve been married for almost half my life,” I reminded him. “I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you sick and vomiting, I’ve seen you with a terrible haircut. What’s left that could be embarrassing?” Oz sighed, and reluctantly admitted, “I took one of your pajama shirts with me. I put it on a pillow and spoon it like a teddy bear.” After a pause, he added, “I really miss you, Ian. It’s been hell.” Thank god he went heartwarming instead of dirty. I was able to keep my equanimity, and it restored my faith in Oz. Whoever had done this to me, it couldn’t be Oz. He wasn’t this good of an actor. If he was setting me up for a divorce, why would he tell me this story? “It’s been hell for me too. I actually started wearing your clothes to work.” Oz laughed. “You in my clothes? To work? Oh, send me a pic. You must look like a kid playing dress-up in daddy’s clothes.” I looked down at my burgeoning musculature and flexed my arm. When it was fully flexed, I filled the sleeve. “You’d be surprised how well I fill them.” I was turning myself on again. “Yeah, I know. You’ve been working out. But it’s been six months, not six years.” “Actually, I…” The phone went dead. Not just dead—the phone stopped working altogether. My phone wouldn’t turn on or off. From my work computer, I quickly sent Oz an email explaining what had happened. He asked if I wanted to finish our call over Skype. I figured he might as well see me in all my glory. I dialed in his number on my work computer. The line made that hollow ringing noise. The second Oz answered, though—the absolute second—my computer died too. That couldn’t be a coincidence. My technology cutting out on me like this? It had to be… “Quincy,” I said out loud. I picked up my desk phone. That was still working properly. I called IT and told them what happened and specifically requested Quincy, even if it meant I had to wait longer. I unlocked my door and waited behind my desk, fuming. I promised myself I wouldn’t throttle the little twerp even though he was spying on me. Not even five minutes later, Quincy came into my office. He was dressed almost exactly like he was on Friday, except his polo was green this time. He had a blush in his cheeks, looking extremely flummoxed. Now that I saw him standing up, I saw just how short the boy actually was—with my new stature, I easily was a whole foot taller than him, perhaps more. He looked utterly pathetic. My anger vanished, replaced by intrigue at just how much I outclassed this little thing before me. Quincy closed the door behind him, and without looking up, he started talking. “Good afternoon, Mr. Myers. They told me you were having problems with your work computer and your personal phone. I’ll fix the computer for you right quick. That I can do, no problem. It’s why they pay me. Well, they don’t use money, but I suppose class credit still counts as payment. But according to the regulations of the company, I’m not legally allowed to help you with your phone. I don’t know why the regulation is in place, and I have absolutely no problem breaking that rule, but I wanted you to know that it is, in fact, against the rules.” My god, he could talk a blue streak. The poor creature was terrified of me. “Breathe,” I told him. “Just breathe.” Quincy began breathing deeply. He still had not looked up. “Are you afraid to look at me?” I asked, unable to hide the glee in my voice. “The last time I saw you, you caught me watching you in the bathroom. I saw everything. Everything. And then, yesterday, your brother caught me outside the bathroom listening to you. At least, I think it was your brother. He looked an awful lot like you. Then today, less than 24 hours later, you request me by name to come to your personal office. No one has ever requested me by name before. I don’t even think anyone at the company knows my name. I don’t think the guy who signs my timecard for my internship knows my name. So, for you, the hottest guy at the office who I’ve twice spied on, to know my name. Well, something’s not normal. I think your computer and phone are working just fine, and this is some kind of trap.” He closed his eyes, and it looked like he physically shrunk. “Is this about the surveillance equipment?” “You have been putting up cameras in my office?” I growled. His eyes still closed, Quincy nodded. Quietly, he squeaked, “Just one camera. And a mic.” I tamped down my anger. I wasn’t going to get anywhere with that tactic. Calmly, smoothly, in an almost buttery voice, I asked, “Why?” “Someone paid me to film you.” “Me?” Quincy opened his eyes and looked down at the floor. “Yes. You. And only you. And they were very specific about that. If I accidentally caught other people doing things they weren’t supposed to, I was to delete that material immediately. The whole point was to capture you, so I put a camera and a mic in your office. And before you ask, no, I don’t know who wanted the footage. I was hired anonymously via a physical letter given to me by one of the temps in the mailroom. Last week. The letter said that I would be paid handsomely. And I really need the money. So, I agreed. I haven’t seen one cent.” “Where are they?” I asked, continuing to placate him. He pointed to my stapler and quietly said, “Mic.” Then he pointed to a painting hanging on my wall. It had always been there, even before the office was mine. It was the bland sort of inoffensive non-art found in most modern office buildings: a swirling path of colors. “The camera’s masked by the painting. I moved it up two or three inches so the footage wouldn’t cut off your head when you were standing.” He almost sounded proud. Ignoring that, I continued my questioning. “What have you got of me so far?” “Everything,” Quincy admitted. “You playing with yourself is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You are a gorgeous man. Please don’t hurt me. Or have me fired.” Reflexively, I clenched my fist and tensed my bicep. But hurting him would accomplish nothing. Relaxing my arm, I asked, “Do you have a way of contacting the person who hired you?” Quincy shook his head. “I’m supposed to hold all the footage, save it to a flash drive, and leave it on my desk on Friday during my lunch break. If the footage was any good, my bank account would automatically receive the money. I know it is extremely shady, and I know that what I did was illegal, but I’ve been worked ragged by this company, and they haven’t been paying me, and I…” Quincy was about to cry. He was completely at my mercy. Completely. I had never felt so powerful in my life. Instead of anger, I felt… intoxicated. “Don’t cry,” I said, doing my best to suppress the power trip I was feeling. “Don’t be kind,” he retorted. “I couldn’t take it if you were kind to me after I filmed you half-naked and playing with yourself.” I could get this boy to do anything for me. “You confessed before you gave the footage to anyone. Besides, I think I’m going to need you to be extra brave.” Quincy seemed confused, so I elaborated. “The person who hired you has recently been doing a lot of bad things to me, and I’m trying to figure out who it is. So, for now, I want you to make it look like you’re still spying on me. In fact, keep spying on me. I want the footage. Then, leave an empty flash drive on your desk on Friday. And if you receive any more letters from your employer, tell me about them.” Quincy nodded. “Now,” I said, vacating my chair and moving to the side, “my computer and phone are honesty not working. I need you to come over here and fix them.” He complied, and silently came behind my desk. As he began to work on my computer, I realized that with how close he was, I could touch him, see his sexual fantasy, and maybe learn some info about his mysterious employer myself. I figured now was as good a time as any. I was still aroused from my talk with Oz, but how tempting would this little twerp’s fantasy actually be? Before I could change my mind, I touched the back of his neck.

Genie with a muscle growth fetish – part 6 It had finally happened! Karim had graduated from high school and he left the stage in the auditorium with his diploma in hand. It was time for a new adventure: college! He had applied for a small community college and he was accepted right away. His grades were very high, so getting in was not an issue. During the very first week of classes, Karim checked in at his dorm and he was assigned a roommate. At first, he was rather nervous about this, but he calmed down when he saw that his dormmate ended up being a nice guy who was just as nervous as him. Barry was a complete nerd. He was short, skinny and he wore glasses. He was clumsy and nervous, constantly wiping his thick glasses with a cloth, which he kept in his shirt pocket. The guy was a science nerd and he was happy to just keep to himself for most of the time. After he checked in and unpacked his belongings, he walked over to the library where he stayed until late that night. It was after 10 PM when Barry returned, quietly opening the door, changing clothes and switching on the desk light so he could check his emails on his laptop. “Oh, crap… Why, me? Why do I have to take this dumb class?” Barry mumbled quietly, but loud enough so Karim could hear it. Karim woke up and he quietly walked over to Barry’s side of the dorm room. “Hey, roomie! What’s going on?” he asked him. “It says here that I have to take a one-credit gym class!” Barry groaned. “I just HATE gym class!” “Ohh, come on, dude!” Karim smiled. “It can’t be that bad! All you do is go to the gym and you do a few arm curls!” Barry turned towards his new roommate with a sad look on his face. “Can you go with me?” he asked his dorm-mate. “I’m just really scared…” “I’ll take you over there! Trust me, you’ll like it! I’ll help you out!” Karim smiled. So, it happened. Barry registered online. He picked the same class that Karim was already enrolled in. They had the same times and place, so they could go together. Later, the following day, Karim and Barry walked up to the front counter of the student gym. Since it was Barry’s first time, he took his picture at the front desk. He provided some information before he was let in the weight room. All he was wearing was a tank top, sneakers and shorts. “Here, start with these, bruh!” Karim suggested, as he walked past the long rack of dumbbells which were in front of the long mirror against the brick wall. “Just do a few arm curls!” Barry grabbed two 5-pound dumbbells and struggled raising them up using his thin arms. “Hey, kid! Go for the two-pounders over there! Don’t hurt yourself!” another young man shouted at him. The man was much bigger and way more muscled, of course. “Crap, man… What the hell am I doing here?” Barry groaned as he set the dumbbells down. “I’m good at science and engineering… I don’t even belong here!” “Barry!” Karim whispered. “You’re doing fine. This is only your first time in the gym! Just ignore those big guys!” “Why can’t I just take a basket-weaving class? I HATE this!” Barry cried out as he dropped the weights on the floor and he marched back into he locker room, leaving Karim behind. Karim them walked behind him, meeting Barry sitting in the corner of the locker room, wiping tears from his eyes while cleaning his glasses with his cloth. “Hey… What’s the matter, bruh?” Karim said quietly as he sat down next to Barry, who was feeling pretty upset right now. “Dude… I’m a nerd, okay? I’m no muscle guy! I don’t freaking belong in a gym! This is a place for jocks and athletes! I’m no athlete! I don’t have any muscle on me, see?” Barry cried out, pointing to his skinny arm. “I’m totally out of my element in this stupid place!” “Okay… I’m gonna help you gain some muscle… Come over here to the dressing room!” Karim said, as he pointed to a small room which was located next to where the shower stalls were. This room only had a mirror and a metal bench. “Come here!” Barry and Karim walked into the dressing room, quietly closing the door behind them. “Okay, now… Don’t make a sound. And… Don’t tell anyone that I helped you with this, okay? You better keep this as a secret!” Karim whispered to him. “Uhh… Why? What? What… What are you gonna do to me?” Barry asked nervously. “You’re just wearing a tank top and loose shorts. Good! You got some room to grow in those clothes!” Karim stated as he examined Barry from head to toe. “Huh? What? Why? What do you mean?” Barry stuttered. “Sssshhh! I’m gonna grow your muscles a little bit… Just stand still… Don’t move!” Karim hissed. “What!!??” “I’m a Genie, you idiot! Just stand still and shut up for one moment, will ya?” Karim whispered back. Barry just stood there, staring at Karim with his jaw wide open. Was he just dreaming? Or, was it just that Karim’s response was so ridiculous that he didn’t know how to reply? Something weird happened to Barry in that dressing room. It was something that he couldn’t explain. His arms began to bulge with muscle as his triceps and biceps inflated to the point where the arms were hanging a bit at an angle rather than straight down. His pectorals inflated into large orbs of muscle at the same time, filling out the top half of his tank top while his shoulders widened considerably. Mighty lats formed under his thick arms, giving the boy that V-taper all bodybuilders love. His flat stomach was suddenly covered by six-pack abdominal muscles, which magically surfaced out of nowhere. “Ooohhhhmmggg….” Barry moaned softly as he felt the tingling sensation rage through every muscle in his body while he felt his size, his weight and his strength increase dramatically all at once. His quads inflated into mighty pillars of muscle as big, thick, long strands of muscle formed between the waist and the knees. His quads also grew very wide, almost ripping his shorts at the seams. Finally, while the quads were growing above the knees, his calves were inflating below them. Big, hard, round spheres of vein-covered muscle ballooned from the back of his legs, increasing that surge of strength that flowed through his legs dramatically. “Uhhhhh….. Ohhhhhhhhhh…” Barry groaned until the sudden growth spurt came to a stop. “There! Check yourself out in the mirror, big guy!” Karim smiled. “What the—” Barry sighed as he turned around and stared at his reflection in the mirror. “WHOAAA!” “SSSHHHH!” Karim hissed. “You idiot!” “What… How… How the hell did you do that?” “Magic! Now, Let’s get back out there and lift some weights!” Karim ordered. “I’ll tell you tonight!” Barry walked out to the weight room and strolled back to the rack where the dumbbells were. He grabbed the 5-pound weights and did a few curls, finding them much too light. He set them back and tried the 25-pound weights instead. His big biceps bulged as he did a dozen curls before the large mirror. Other guys walked by, admiring the young, muscular guy. “Feels good?” Karim said to him. “Yeah… I mean… It’s so easy!” Barry smiled. “It’s a piece of cake when you got big muscles!” Karim breathed a sigh of relief. Barry finally liked going to gym class now! That evening, while back in the dorm room, Karim told Barry that he was a Genie and that he had the ability to make the muscles of other people grow, but that he preferred to keep that a secret as much as possible. Barry promised Karim to do his best to keep it a secret as well. Occasionally, they would look for other guys to grow on campus, especially since there were a lot of guys enrolled who could use some help bulking up! So, everything seemed great for Barry and Karim, until the following afternoon, when Barry returned to the gym on campus. Barry walked up to the front counter and showed his ID card, where the young man scanned it in. The scanner beeped and the young man stared at Barry, before staring at the picture on the screen. “Umm… were you here yesterday?” the young guy asked. “Yeah! I worked out here for the first time yesterday afternoon!” Barry replied. “Uhh… Can you remember around what time you came here yesterday afternoon?” the man behind the counter asked him. “Uhh… I think I was here around four? Give or take?” Barry pondered. “Why? Is there a problem??” “Hmm… We’re not sure. I can’t let you in the gym right now! You’ll get an email from us in a few minutes!” the young man replied. Barry just turned around and walked back to the dorm. Once he arrived, he received an email message from the office of the Dean of Students! He had to go there right away! What was going on? Barry dashed out of the room and he ran over to the Dean’s office, where he had to wait. Finally, he was let into a small office, where he met with a older gentleman who wore a long dress shirt and a tie. “Are you Barry Bakovich?” the older man asked. “Hi, I’m Louis Woodard. Please sit down.” “What… What seems to be the problem, sir?” Barry wondered. Dr. Woodard showed two pictures on his laptop. One was of Barry taken at the gym the day before, and the other was of Barry, taken that afternoon. The face was the same, but in one photo, Barry was skinny and in the other he was big and muscled! “Barry, we do not accept or tolerate drug use on our campus. We can see here that you have gained a lot of muscle over a very short amount of time. I just want to say that this is unacceptable! If you’ve been found using drugs in your dorm then I’ll need to expel you from our community college!” the Dean of Students explained in a very serious tone of voice. “So, Barry, please be honest with me. Are you on steroids?” “What? No! Oh, no! No! Uhhh…. Let me get my friend… My roommate… Karim…” Barry said as he frantically sent Karim a text message, telling his dorm-mate where he was. “He needs to come here!” About three minutes later, the door opened, and Karim walked in, closing the door behind him. “Yes, Dr. Woodard?” Karim said politely as he sat down in the chair next to Barry. “Karim… Please explain to me… How can Barry Bakovich here be a skinny guy on Tuesday and then walk into the same gym as a big, muscled guy on Wednesday afternoon?” the Dean asked him. “Like this…” Karim smiled as he waved his hand. Suddenly, Dr. Woodard felt his biceps bulge under his long-sleeve dress shirt. They grew and grew until they almost ripped out of his white shirt sleeves! “Oh my! What…. What the hell? WHOA!” the Dean of Students gasped out loud, flexing both arms at the same time just as the secretary walked in. “Dr. Woodard? Did you want anything? More coffee?” she asked. “No, Jessica! I’m good!” “Ohh…. You’re working out, huh?” she chuckled before she closed the door. Both Barry and Karim just glanced at each other as the older man examined his new, bulging biceps. “How… How did you do that, Karim?” “Well, sir… I’m a Genie… My specialty is growing muscles on other young men… I can assure you that this explains why Barry here grew so big in such a short amount of time!” he explained. “This has nothing to do with drugs or anything!” “Good… Uhh… That is a big relief! Uhh… We shall keep your… ability… a secret… And, Barry, you have been cleared. You’re both dismissed!” the dean said to the two boys. “Thank you!” Barry said as he and Karim left the office. “Dude, next time you grow somebody’s muscles, do it more gradually, okay?” Barry suggested. “Yes! Lesson learned! Let’s go eat!” Karim smiled as both boys walked down to the student union for some well-deserved dinner.

Here is Blue Pill Part 4 In case you haven't had a chance to read it Blue Pill Part 5 As I came too it was absolutely quiet. I felt relieved that I didn’t hear Chris anywhere near. As I opened my eyes, I was reminded of why I had passed out in the first place. In front of me was a huge ball belly. It really did look like I was pregnant. I began to run my hands over my stomach. I was expecting it to feel soft, but it was rock hard, completely filled with Chris’s cum. My god, there had to be gallons of cum inside me. I figured I should get up and cleaned off before I got out of there. As I stood up I slipped and fell back into the pool of cum that was on the floor. There had to be just as much cum on the floor as was inside me. It was everywhere, all over the benches, lockers and the walls too. I then remembered Chris growing again just before I passed out. This was apparent from the shredded remains of his football pants still on the floor, covered in sweat and cum. I attempted to get back up off the floor, this time bracing myself on the nearby bench. As I steadied myself and got back on my feet, I could really feel the weight of my new distended belly. Quickly I grabbed the tape measure that was still on the floor by my bag and began wrapping it around my waist. I almost fell back to the ground when I read 46”. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to get rid of all of this.” As I tried to figure out how I was going to be able to get passed my mom with this big of a gut. “I have to get home and work out.” As I turned to grab my stuff off the floor, I noticed a locker still open across from mine. Holy shit! Chris had left his locker wide open. I quickly stumbled across the benches to get to his open locker and examine the things inside. I saw a bunch of sweaty old gym clothes, some deodorant, a worn fitness magazine and a bag at the back of his locker. I grabbed the bag from the back and unzipped it. Two bottles fell from the bag, both with blue caps. I was absolutely sure these were the bottles that Chris was getting his pills from. One bottle had a white stipe on the top of it and the other was just blue. So I twisted the top off of the one with the white stripe and inside there were blue pills with white stripes around the middle. I poured out half the bottle into my hand and twisted the cap back on the bottle. I proceeded to open the plain blue top bottle to find plain blue pills. I poured out half of the battle into my hand and closed the bottle. I put everything back neatly into Chris’s locker, hoping he wouldn’t notice I had been in there, at least not until I was bigger. I was just about to grab my stuff and leave when a familiar sheet of paper caught my eye underneath Chris’s magazine. I pulled the sheet out from underneath realizing it was our stat sheets from gym class. Chris’s first entry read as such: Height: 5’10” Weight: 170 lbs. BF%: 16% Arms: 14.5” Neck: 12” Chest: 40” Waist: 30” Thigh: 26” Calves: 14” I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. At the start of the school year, Chris wasn’t much bigger than me. So I quickly flipped through the pages to find the last entry. The last entry was a week ago. I dropped the papers when I saw his new stats because I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Height: 5’10” Weight: 220 lbs. Arms: 19.5” Neck: 17.5” Chest: 55” Waist: 28” Thigh: 30” Calves: 19” He gained over 50 pounds in less than 2 months! All from these blue pills. I couldn’t wait to start on them. So I grabbed a white striped and one of the plain blue and popped them in my mouth and swallowed. “Guess I’m gonna have to work out before I go home.” I stood in front of the mirror, flexing my arms and legs, imagining them growing as big as Chris’s and then even bigger. I started getting hard just imagining it. So I grabbed my bag and headed back down the stairs towards the weight room. The lights were already on inside the weight room. I had sworn they were off when I had gone up to the locker room. I walked in and the room smelled of sweat and bleach. I looked at the clock on the wall, already 9:30. Perfect time to get big, and that’s exactly what I did. I started off with squats, three 45’s on each side. I did a perfect set of 10 with almost no difficulty, so I upped the weight with two more 45’s on each side. As I squatted down for my first rep, I could feel the muscle fibers pulling and stretching in my legs. As I began to press up I could feel the struggle in my legs with the weight. As I pushed harder I saw veins begin popping out all over my thighs and they began the bulge bigger right before my very eyes, slowly pushing my shorts higher up my legs. I bent down for the second rep only to hear my shorts rip right down the middle. With each rep my thighs bulged bigger and bigger. After about twenty reps I felt that my thighs had enough attention and that it was time to move onto another body part. As I re-racked the bar I grabbed hold of my shorts, or what was left of them, and ripped them from my legs. This revealed massive cut quads, with the teardrop muscle just above the knee; veins snaked all over my quads. My boxer briefs were straining to contain my legs. I went to each side of the bar and took of the added 45’s that I had put on for squats. I got back under the bar and began to slowly rise up onto my tip toes. I felt the stretch in my calves as I began to reach as high as my feet would let me go. I watched my calves as they bunched up on the back of my leg. I slowly let the weight back down and watched as their size and shape, as if I was still flexing them. This went on for twenty reps; I re-racked the weights and headed over towards the mirrors to get a good look at my new legs. What I saw before me was simply amazing. My legs looked like they belonged to an amateur bodybuilder. My quads bulged out in every direction with veins snaking all the way from my hips to my feet. My calves were rock hard diamonds now, even when relaxed, they hung of the back of my legs looking like two massive striated balloons. My boxer briefs had pulled so tight from my growth that you could see right into them. I turned to the side to get another view of my legs and noticed why my underwear was so tight. My ass had grown along with my legs. It jutted out from my back and was rock hard. It almost looked like you could rest a glass on the top of it. Although it was much smaller than before, my stomach almost matched my butt in how it bulged out in front of me. This time I could see clearly defined abs underneath the gut, like a bodybuilder who had done too many steroids. I took a quick look around to see if anyone was around. I didn’t see anyone so I started to slide my underwear off when I realized they wouldn’t go down past my huge quads. I put my thumb under both sides of my briefs and I ripped them right off my waist. My cock must have been rock hard from watching my legs grow bigger, because it smacked itself against my lower abs. Now that I was no longer constricted, I gave my dick a few tugs as pre began to leak from the engorged head, and headed back over to the bar I was working out with. I didn’t change the weight, instead I got underneath the bar and rested it on my upper pecs and began pressing upward. I performed a perfect military press, and as I did I could feel my shoulders and traps swelling with muscle. I did twenty reps and re-racked the bar. From there I headed over to the T-bar row machine. I put 360 pounds on it and got into position. As I pulled up I could feel my back swelling to lift the weight. This swelling happened every time I lifted and then lowered the T-bar. I could feel my lats beginning to push against my arms, and I realized I still hadn’t worked my arms. I stepped over the wall of dumbbells and I picked up the 50 pounders. I began doing standing dumbbell curls. As I raised each fist up, I watched as my bicep bunched up. I lowered the weight and my bicep stayed bunched up. Veins began spreading all over my arms as they swelled bigger with more muscle. I stepped over to the pulley machine and began doing cab le pull downs. I watched rep after rep as my triceps turned into horseshoes packed muscle. It was so tight and hard I couldn’t even finish my set. As I let go of the rope, my dick brushed against the machine, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum all over the support bar. I looked down towards my dick as it spit out more pre-cum. Looking past my dick and onto the floor, I saw a puddle of what I assumed was my pre-cum. I grabbed the head of my dick and began massaging the pre all over my dick. As I began jacking myself right there at the pulley machine, my pumped bicep rubbed against my nipple and I felt my eyes roll back into my head. I almost passed out from the rush I got from the sensitivity in my nipple. I let go of my dick and cupped each of my pecs in my hands and realized I had forgotten to work my pecs. I headed over to the bench press, tweaking my nipples along the way. As I leaned back onto the bench I saw that my nipples were wet, and I realized my hands were also wet. I tossed it away in my mind as being pre-cum left over from tugging at my dick. I looked to each side realizing I had forgotten to put any weights on the bar. There was already 540 pounds loaded on the bar, which was almost triple what I had ever lifted for bench press. I however was feeling daring and extremely aroused, so I grabbed onto the bar and hefted the weight up. Bringing the bar down to my chest was the easy part. I struggled trying to push the bar back up, but as I did I once again could feel the muscles in my pecs stretching and growing. I looked down to watch after each rep as my field of vision became obscured by the pecs that kept pushing their way up closer to the bar. The weight came falling down fast, but I quickly regained my composure and re-racked the weight. It wasn’t that the weight had gotten too heavy; something had caught my attention while I was watching my pecs grow. It was a bead of milky white liquid that had formed at the tip of my nipple. I reached my hand down and wiped the liquid onto my finger. I brought it closer to my face so I could examine it better. “This definitely isn’t pre-cum!” “No, it’s milk.” I turned to see Chris stepping out of the shadows of the hallway. “I’ve been watching you in here. Lifting and pumping up your puny muscles. I’m guessing you got into my things. You stole from me none the less.” Chris continued walking closer to me. With each step his grin got bigger and bigger. “Now it’s time for you to pay for what you’ve taken of mine.” Chris was clearly bigger than what I last remembered of him. His arms and traps bulged out of the tank he was wearing. His sweatpants didn’t hide a single detail of the musculature of his legs. They looked like they were saran wrapped. You could see very cut, every bulging vein through his sweats. I was still lying on the bench, a mix of shock and fear written across my face. I didn’t know if I should try and run or take the beating I was about to receive. Who am I kidding? There is no way I would be able to out run this behemoth. Chris stopped at the end of the bench and grabbed my ankles. He slid me across the bench until my new bubble but rested right at the edge. I watched in horror as a bulge began snaking its way down his right leg, slowly plumping up, thicker and longer with every beat of his heart. Chris leaned in, almost as if to kiss me, but he stopped short. His head hovered right above my pecs. Then I watched as he ran his tongue across my nipple, collecting the fluid that had built up. The feeling of his tongue was like sandpaper. It didn’t hurt; in fact it felt absolutely amazing. I didn’t want him to stop. I was in for a surprise, because he sucked my nipple into his mouth and began flicking it with his tongue. I began writhing on the bench underneath him. He reached his arms down on both sides of the bench to steady me as he sucked on my nipple. It felt as if I was pissing out of my nipple. It’s the only way I can describe the feeling at that moment. As Chris sucked on the nipple, he was also swallowing, what I assumed to be my milk I was producing. Before I knew it, my right nipple had stopped giving milk. I looked down and watched as Chris moved to the other nipple, doing the same to it. I was absolutely horrified to see that my right pec was now half the size of my left one. Granted it was still pretty big, but I can’t go around with one pec bigger than the other. As I had begun freaking out, those thoughts slowly began to diminish as euphoria washed over me from the feeling of my left pec being drained of milk. I saw my left pec slowly deflating in size as Chris continued to suck, until both pecs were once again the same size. Chris came up for air and his eyes had a look of hunger mixed with lust. Chris stood back up to his full height only to reveal that the entire right leg of his sweat pants was completely soaked from pre-cum. I could see Chris’s dick throbbing, begging for release. Chris reached his hand down his sweats and grabbed onto his dick. He slowly hefted out the monster that I remembered all too well. Except this time it was bigger. Chris reached into his sweat pants pocket and pulled out 2 blue pills. He popped them in his mouth and swallowed. “Hope you’re ready to give that ass of yours a workout, cause I sure am.” Chris held a hand out in front of his dick while the other squeezed it from base to tip, giving him a handful of pre-cum. He began lathering it all over his dick, and still had some left over, so he shoved a finger up my hole. Then he shoved another finger up my whole as a moan escaped my mouth. “Gonna have to stretch ya for this one. The biggest I’ve ever been, measured myself with the tape measure you left out before coming back down. I’m now up to the 11 inch mark, 6.5 wide.” Chris said with a chuckle as he pulled his fingers out. Chris grabbed onto my ankles once again and positioned the head of his dick right at the entrance of my hole. He slowly pushed forward and I felt his cock head stretch my hole wider with every passing second. I began to wince from the pain, but Chris kept pushing, no longer caring if he hurt me. I could see the lust in his eyes had fully taken over. I let out a deep moan as I felt the ridge of his head finally slip passed my ring. I had thought at this point Chris would have just hit it home, but he continued his slow assault. As I watched Chris slowly enter me, I was amazed to see that my field of vision was once again becoming obstructed by my pecs. They seemed very large and pumped. In fact they seemed larger than when Chris had finished sucking from them. I finally felt Chris’s balls touch against my ass. He then pulled back a little quicker and slid back in and continued in that tempo. As he did this, I noticed my pecs swell a little larger with each thrust of his dick. “Yeah, watch those babies grow.” Chris said as he began fucking me even faster. I reached my hands down and cupped both of my pecs and felt them slowly getting heavier in my hands. My hands brushed against my nipples and my cock shot out a jet of pre-cum. I latched onto my nipples with my fingers as I felt milk spilling out of them. My cock was throbbing every time I pinched on of my nipples. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. My pecs had gotten so swollen that I almost couldn’t see Chris anymore, and that’s saying something considering how massive Chris is. Upon seeing my pecs at their new bulbous size, playing with my ultra-sensitive nipples, and Chris pistoning in and out of me like a jack rabbit, I had finally lost it. I let out a loud moan as I began bucking my hips. My cock lurched and began spilling my seed all over my abs. I shot and shot and shot. I covered my pecs, face, the bench and Chris's torso. As I was cumming I felt my lats spread wider across the bench. I watched as my pecs completely blocked my view of Chris. My arms bulged thicker with muscle and I could feel the weight of my legs now having to rest on Chris’s shoulder. Just as my cock had begun to slow down and I thought I was done, it swelled up even more. It grew thicker and longer and began shooting all over again. My ass clamped down tight on Chris’s cock. This must have been too much for him. “FUCK IM GONNA BE FUCKING HUGE!!!!” I thought Chris had cum a lot before, but this was insane. Before I knew it, I could see something over my pecs and it was my ballooning belly from all of Chris’s cum. I reached down and felt my stomach. It felt like a water balloon as it fills up. I could feel it filling me up. To my amazement, Chris picked me up and began driving his dick into me even faster. As he did this I watched his body explode with muscle. I heard a loud rip as his tank and sweats both ripped from his body. It looked like he had almost doubled in size as veins exploded all over his skin, trying to feed his muscles all of the blood they required. I watched as muscle fibers twitched and expanded right before my eyes. Chris began moaning even louder as I felt a tight feeling in my stomach. I looked down to see the outline of Chris’s cock as it slowly expanded in all directions inside of me. I looked in the mirror on the wall as his balls caught my attention. They expanded and hung lower. I could feel the torrent of cum increase inside of me and I didn’t know how much more I could take. With that, Chris pulled out and shot that last of his load all over me and the weight bench. Coating everything and leaving a massive puddle underneath us. I watched as Chris walked out of the weight room, panting heavily. I had never seen someone so massive in my entire life. I laid there for a few minutes wondering what to do next, and then I remembered that I needed to tell Eric what I had learned about Chris and the pills. I went to get up, but realized I couldn’t move due to my massive stomach. “Great, now how am I gonna get out of here.” Continued in Blue Pill Part 6

Here is Blue Pill Part 3 If you haven't had a chance to read it Blue Pill Part 4 How, was the question indeed. I needed to find a way to get Chris alone and have him pump me full of his sperm again. The only problem was it was the weekend and I knew he wouldn’t like it If I showed up to his house unannounced. While thinking about how I was going to get Chris to fuck me again, I continued working out in basement garage. I would go from bench press to dumbbell flyes. Then I would head over and do some very heavy and deep squats. Hmmmmm, I still can’t make sense of why Chris’s cum affected me the way it did. He’s been dating Stacy for about 6 months now and I haven’t seen her blow up with muscles. Maybe it only affects guys! Still doesn’t explain how it’s happening though. Is Chris an alien from outer space, no, that’s not it. Maybe he was bit by a radioactive spider. I’ve been reading way too many comics. Then the thought popped into my head, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. The blue pills Chris has been taking. I bet anything that those pills have something to do with the growth. I bet if I got my hands on some… Just then I could hear my mom’s car pulling into the drive. I scrambled up the steps only to find her waiting at the top of the stairs for me. “Honey, how many times have I told you? I don’t want you in that basement when I’m not home ok.” “Ok mom. I was just erm, looking for something, but I think I found it.” “Alright sweetie. Hey, is everything alright? You seem a little winded.” “Yeah, everything is fine.” I headed towards the door grabbing my sweater and book bag. “Where are you going this time of night young man?” Said my mother as she gave me that deep stare with both her hands on her hips. “Ummm, I forgot my biology book in my locker at the school and we have a big test on Monday that I really need to study for.” Wow, that lie surprised even me. Mostly cause it worked on my mom. “Alright sweetie, but I want you to go straight there and then come straight home. I can actually give you a ride if you like. I really don’t like the thought of you walking home after dark.” “Mom, I’m 18. I think I can handle myself. Plus it’s going to be light out for another hour or so, I’ll be fine.” I walked out the door before she had the chance to come up with a reason for me not to go. I almost forgot how it was outside, but it chills off pretty quick in the evenings. So I stuffed my sweater in my book bag for the time being. As I walked towards the school, I began to wonder if Eric would ever talk to me again. I felt really bad about how he left upset, but I really had no way to prove it to him. That was going to change. I was a block away from the school when I noticed that the football stadium lights were still on. Hmmm, must be an after game event going on, cause I could hear voices on the other side of the wall blocking me from seeing the stadium. Sweet! That means the doors are still unlocked. I headed towards the front of the school knowing that the best way of avoiding people would be to go through the empty hallways. As I got up closer to the doors, I noticed the lights were still on. I looked inside, but I didn’t see anyone. So I grabbed hold of the door and opened it. I headed down the dimly lit halls towards the gymnasium. The smell of bleach and ammonia permeated the air. You could smell the pool from a mile away. I had always wanted to try out for the swim team, but could never get the courage to talk to the team captain Riley. He was way too popular and I was just a nobody. Now that I have a better body, maybe I have a chance at making the swim team. Plus I might actually have the confidence to finally talk to Riley. Just before the gymnasium is the school weight room. Nobody was in there. In fact it looked eerie because all of the lights were off. I picked up my pace, because this was the last place in the school I wanted to be caught alone by someone. I headed up the stairs between the gymnasium and the weight room to the locker rooms. Before I headed over to the football teams locker room, I decided to make a quick pit stop at my gym locker. My gym teacher makes us keep a stat sheet every week for progress on weight loss or muscle gain. So I put my combination into my lock and opened it up to find the sheet lying on top of all my stuff with the dull pencil I had left in there. I looked at my last stats before filling out the next portion of the sheet to see how much I had grown. Height: 5’6” Weight: 156 lbs. BF%: 13% Arms: 13 in. Neck: 10 in. Chest: 34 in. Waist: 28 in. Thigh: 22 in. Calves: 12 in. It made me sad looking at my stats. It also made me realize how small I really was. I knew that it was soon going to change, so that made a smirk spread across my face. So I took my shirt off and stripped out of my pants. I grabbed a fabric tape measure from the supply closet and went to sharpen my pencil. In front of the pencil sharpener is a mirror, and I couldn’t help but watch as my pecs twitched up and down as I sharpened the pencil. My biceps tensed and relaxed from the effort. I couldn’t believe all the veins that I saw snaking across my skin. I actually started getting hard looking at my own body in the mirror. So I walked over to the scale, paper in hand and erection in the other. I swear that my dick is growing too. I don’t have any numbers to compare it to, so I guess I better start keeping a log just to see if I’m imagining it. So I started with my height and worked through all of my stats. Height: 5’6” Weight: 166 lbs. BF%: 10% Arms: 14.5 in. Neck: 11 in. Chest: 37 in. Waist: 28 in. Thigh: 24 in. Calves: 13.5 in. On the back of the sheet I started a new section called PG (Penis Growth). That way nobody would directly know what I meant by PG. I was still hard from measuring my entire body in fact I had noticed a wet spot beginning to form in the front of my boxer briefs. Which I found odd because I had never really been able to produce pre-cum before. I slipped my dick through the hole in my boxer briefs and got out the tape measure. From balls to tip I was 6.5” which felt small after seeing Chris’s monster. I then decided to measure the girth as well. I wrapped the tape around my throbbing dick as the tape met back up on the top of my dick at 4.25”. I’ve always had a pretty thick dick. “Looks like someone was preparing for my return.” I turned to see who had just walked into the locker room, but I knew by the deep baritone voice that it was Chris. “How on earth did you get out of that closet? Oh well, doesn’t matter. It’s not like you got away.” I was speechless as he began stripping out of his football gear. His pads sticking to his sweat covered body. “Why ummm are you here so late?” “The guys like to talk football after the game and go over the replays from the game. Besides you didn’t think I’d forget about my cum rag. I’m super horned up. Winning always makes me rock hard.” I could see what he meant by the way his pant leg seemed too thick on the right side. Before I could say another word Chris had untied his pants and began peeling his pants down his massive quads. I watched as I saw veins explode all over his arms and legs from the effort of trying to get his too tight pants off. I was mesmerized by this display of muscular beauty that it caught me off guard when his dick sprang up out of his pants and smacked his stomach. “Fuck! I can’t seem to get these off. Guess I’ll just have to break out of them. Chris turned around and opened his locker. I couldn’t see anything because his massive V-shaped back was in my view. His lats jutted out from his back like a pair of wings, pushing his arms further out and up. I heard a rattling sound and I saw Chris throw his head back and take a swig from his water bottle he kept in his locker. “There, that should do it.” Chris said as I slowly turned to face me again. His massive pecs came back into view all sweaty with his nipples rock hard and pointing straight towards the ground. I watched as Chris’s dick began twitching and he reached his hand up and began tweaking one of his nipples. He let out a deep baritone moan and his eyes rolled back in his head. I saw the river of pre-cum begin flowing from the tip of his dick thinking that this was my chance. I got up and walked toward the moaning behemoth as he took his other hand of his dick and began tugging on both nipples. I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to fit his whole dick inside my mouth, but I had to do my best to prove myself to Eric. I grabbed hold of Chris’s dick at the base and licked up some of the pre-cum along the shaft, making my way ever so slowly towards the massive mushroom head of his dick. I opened my mouth wide and began sucking on the head. The moans that escaped Chris were frightening to say the least, but I could tell that I was doing something right because the flow of pre-cum had increased. Next thing I knew I had a huge hand on the back of my head pressing me farther onto Chris’s dick. I looked up to see an evil smirk on Chris’s face as he leaned over his pecs to watch me suck his dick. I could feel the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, but it didn’t stop there. I began gagging from the thickness of his dick as it began cutting off my oxygen supply. Deeper and deeper his dick went till finally I felt a large pair of testicles under my chin. I breathed in deep as the head of Chris’s dicked pulled out of my airway, but it was short lived as Chris plunged his dick right back into my throat. He began skull fucking me as he would pull his dick head just to the edge of my lips and then thrust balls deep. While all of this was going on, I had noticed a strange sensation, like I was full or something. I looked down to see my stomach was bulging out once again. This realization came too late as Chris pulled his dick form my mouth and picked me up from under my arms. “Now that I’m nice and lubed up, let’s say we fuck that tight hole of yours.” I really didn’t know whether to be excited for the fucking I was about to receive or be scared for the fact that I was already full of his pre cum. I didn’t have much of a choice because before I could say anything I felt his dick slip into my ass. I was expecting pain, but somehow I only felt pleasure this time. I was amazed at Chris’s strength as he stood up, one hand behind my back and the other holding my ass. He began slamming me hard onto his dick as I kept hearing slopping noises from the pre-cum gushing back out of my already full hole with every thrust. I watched as more and more veins snaked their way across Chris’s neck and traps. They seemed to be bulging bigger with every thrust. I myself was to the bursting point. Not so much like I was going to cum, but more like I was about to explode from how full I felt. I thought my eyes were going to bulge out of my head as I saw how big my stomach had gotten. Chris must have seen the look on my face. “Hopefully you got room for more, because there’s a lot coming.” “Oh my god, Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCKKKK, I’M CUMMING!!!!” Chris said as he let out one of the deepest moans I had ever heard. Several things happened at once. There was a loud ripping sound as Chris’s massive quads blew up to shred the pants he was stuck in. I watched in awe as Chris’s pecs bulged even further out from his frame slowly pushing me further away from him. His biceps bulged bigger crushing my sides. What scared me the most was my stomach looked like I had swallowed a beach ball and it was still getting bigger. I could feel Chris unleashing his torrent inside of me. I heard a splashing sound and I looked in the mirror beside us to see come spraying out of my ass, like when you put your finger over the end of an open hose and build up pressure. What was the most surprising was the fact that I could feel Chris’s dick stretching my insides even more, and he wasn’t moving. My brain couldn’t seem to take all of this at once and I blacked out. The last thing I remember was Chris’s massive dick pulling out of my ass and the thought of how much I was going to grow. Continued in Blue Pill Part 5