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I’m new to writing on this forum so here goes. “What have I got myself into?” Jeff thought to himself as the drill sergeant was screaming at the platoon. Jeff had decided he would join the army awhile back as he had always wanted to be big and feel strong and needed a way to motivate himself whilst giving back to the country. Jeff was a short and skinny 5 foot 4 guy and weighing just 110pounds, a drastic difference from his brothers, all naturally lean and muscled. He had always wondered why he was the runt of the family and felt it was just him not putting in the effort. “NOW LINE UP AND HEAD IN FOR YOUR ADDITIONAL MEDICAL TESTS!” shouted the drill sergeant. They took his height, weight, fat percentage and blood, which was odd considering he already had his medical done weeks before his enlistment date. One by one the recruits did their medical, and lined up outside the medical facility. Basic training went on as normal for the next 2 weeks and Jeff had felt himself slowly get stronger with all the PT he was doing. Whilst he was doing a standard obstacle course, 2 huge muscled guys approached his drill sergeant and pointed at him. “ RECRUIT JEFF! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OVER HERE”, “please follow these men” the sergeant said. “Oh gosh what have i done? Did I get caught for something?” Jeff thought to himself as he followed the 2 huge guys toward a black van. One of the guys spoke and said “You’ve been chosen for a new elite squad” “There’s gotta be some sort of mistake, I’m the smallest skinniest guy in my platoon, and I am not a smart guy either” “No there’s been no mistake, you are special, one of the few” piped up the other muscled man. “Should I get my stuff then?” Jeff said worryingly. “No, you won’t be needing your old stuff, you won’t fit into them very soon.” Jeff stepped into the back of the van and they sped off. The van had no windows to see out from the back and he had no idea where they were headed. Each minute felt like hours for Jeff but they finally arrived at the destination. It was an underground facility, with a very high ceiling all painted grey, like a huge hanger but all out of concrete. Just round the corner there were at least 20 other guys, all skinny like Jeff. He was puzzled as to how this could be an elite squad, everyone was small and skinny. “Get into the formation” the muscled guy ordered. Jeff ran over and joined the formation. A big guy in a lab coat had walked in front of the platoon and started speaking. “You all must be wondering why you’re here, what makes me different to be standing here, all these will be answered in the next few hours. For now, just follow my instructions and do as you’re told. Now follow me” The man in the white coat started walking and everyone followed. “Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Major Hollows, but you can just call me Hollows. I am the head of the Enhanced Soldier Programme, or ESP for short. And we will turn you into the finest soldiers this earth has ever seen. You will become the fastest, strongest, and most deadly soldiers ever created.” They soon walked into a bunk, with names on the end of each bed. On each bed were brand new uniforms, a set of boots, PT kit and what appears to be a black coloured neoprene drysuit. Here are your sleeping quarters, everyone head to your respective area, there will be a form on top of the new kit we’re giving you. Sign that and pass that to me, I will give you further instructions. Jeff headed to his bed, and picked up the form. It was a contract extension to 10 years to serve the army, and attached was a waver. “Yes, 10 years is a long time, but you will love your elite position in the army and 10 years will be too short” Jeff signed it, knowing he had nothing else better in his life to look forward to, so as every other recruit in the room. “Alright, everyone’s form is in, now it’s time to put on your new gear.” Jeff opened the box of boots,it said size 16. “This must be a mistake” he thought. He looked through the rest of his kit and saw everything was far too big, the shirts, the underwear, the pants, the socks. Only the drysuit looking thing was correctly sized. “Sir, these boots are far too big, in fact everything is too big” “There is no mistake, everyone put on your black skin suit, also known around here as a drysuit” “Once you’re done bring one set or uniform and the boots along and line up outside.” Jeff picked up the drysuit and immediately felt turned on “Quickly, take off your clothes in here and just put on the suit, you’re going to see each other for the next 10 years, so don’t feel embarrassed. Jeff hurried up and quickly put on the snug drysuit and rushed to line up with his oversized kit. “Alright, everyone follow me” They walked down a narrow corridor and through a huge thick metal gate with radiation danger signs on them. There was sure to be something dangerous inside this room. They entered a large all white room. There were many glass chambers inside this room. Each chamber was on a 45degree angle with a flat bed with straps on it. “Pick a chamber, and stand next to it, someone will assist you into the chamber. “ Jeff picked a chamber and stood next to it, there was what appears to be a diving helmet with a ball dangling inside. He also saw some hoses inside “That would explain the ports on the suit” he spoke to himself. A man in a lab coat came to Jeff. “Put on your uniform and boots then lay on the bed. Put on the helmet and fit the ball into your mouth as well” “This will supply you nutrients and there will be oxygen supplied within the helmet for you to breathe.Also, don’t worry about not being able to see out, there’s a screen inside it.” Jeff layed on the bed and placed the helmet on, following the instructions. He felt his arms being strapped down as well as his feet. This felt weird as the boots were 8 sizes too big for him. He then heard a hiss, and felt the chamber door closing in on him. The bed then angled itself to be level with the floor and the ball inside his mouth also began to expand.The screen in the helmet turned on and read “Standby” About 10 mins later, the screen switched to a video feed of Hollows with subtitles underneath. “Alright, time to explain what is happening. Your drysuit will begin filling with a liquid, so don’t panic whilst I talk. You have been selected to become an enhanced soldier as your DNA tests show you were suitable for this programme. Our programme will enhance soldiers by making your muscles grow and making you taller, with super strength and agility.” Jeff was suddenly super excited, and was really turned on. This was what he had been fantasizing his whole life, wanting to be bigger and stronger than his brothers. “Has the liquid been pumped in fully? Yes? Alright.’ Jeff felt the liquid slosh around inside his drysuit, following the empty spaces of his oversized uniform. Okay soldiers this is what will happen, there is liquid muscle inside of your drysuit that will become active once radiation is exposed. They will penetrate your skin and cause your muscles to contract, making microtears within. They will then attach themselves to your muscles and repair those microtears, becoming your muscles. This will also require lots of nutrients as your body grows, so you will be pumped into your stomach directly. This will also inevitably cause your body to grow taller as a side effect, thus the oversized uniform. It will hurt but you will be the best soldiers this world will see. There will be a countdown and the procedure will start, see you on the other side. ” The screen switched to black and the countdown began. 5 4 3 2 1 Initiating Jeff felt something flowing out of the ball in his mouth, it began gushing into his stomach, tasted like lemons. It began to fill him, until he felt like he was going to burst. Then, it happened. His skin started to tingle and his muscles started to contract, it hurt like nothing he had ever felt but it felt so good. Then the contractions became stronger, the straps holding him back from just flailing all over the place He felt his full stomach shrinking, and felt tight, his arms and legs felt extremely tight as well. He felt the drysuit shrinking, but it was actually him growing into the drysuit. His feet slowly growing into the size 16 boots. The pain began to subside, and began to fade out of his nirvana of pleasure. He felt the drysuit firmly on his skin and the uniform had fit him snugly. The screen turned on Initiating enrollment

Part 3 “You mean I can make other men grow, too?” I asked my handsome, big lover – still rubbing his leg. “Yes,” he said, grabbing my hand to make me stop and I realized I was making him hard – not a good thing in public. “You’re the source for good and there are many other protectors that battle for good. However, there is also a source for evil and he has his protectors, too.” “The man at my apartment and the man in the bathroom,” I replied. “Exactly. If they get rid of you the good source is gone. Only evil men will grow big and strong. But that will not happen. You are safe with me and safe with your other protectors.” I looked around the subway car – at all the people going through their normal lives . . . like I did until about an hour ago. They had no idea there was this secret battle going on around them. They had no idea about the danger. I found myself wanting to go back – to be like them, unaware and uncaring. I wanted to be with my big fiancé in my apartment having breakfast. My boyfriend sensed how I was feeling and he put a big arm around my shoulder – bringing me back to the moment, quickly – the weight of the thin and the hardness making me horny all over again. I looked at his body closely. He was definitely bigger. The t-shirt he was wearing looked unbelievably tight and in danger of tearing. His chest bounced a few times to please me. I looked up into his smiling face. “I must plow you soon,” he said, softly. “I have stopped growing and my strength has plateaued. We need me strong for what is to come. We also need to have other protectors.” “How will that happen?” I asked. “Don’t worry, they will find us. You are becoming so much more powerful. Garlic, for some reason, repels the evil protectors, but it cannot hide your scent from good ones. They will come.” “Where are we going?” I asked. “To stay with the Professor. He will know what to do,” answered my big man. “He is an older protector who has been around for a long time.” “You’ve met him?” “No,” answered my lover, “It is just knowledge I have inside of me since you have awakened my true nature. My abilities would have stayed dormant forever if we had not had sex. I can now become what I was meant to be. The universe brought you to me and, for that, I will be eternally grateful. I am now your loyal servant.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa . . . you are nobody’s servant,” I responded quickly and started rubbing his leg again. “You’re my fiancé, remember! I don’t like the sound of anything else.” “You’re going to have to lick up the mess if you continue to massage my leg,” the big man said, looking down at my hand. “Is that supposed to be a punishment?” I asked, smiling – but then I took my hand away, knowing he could make a major mess. “Next stop. Walk behind me, but very close as we exit,” he said. “Gladly! I’d follow that muscled ass anywhere,” I answered, excitedly, but he ignored me. “I don’t sense any danger, but I just want to be safe. Let’s go.” It’s hard to remember a lot of what came next. I was too focused on those two muscle mounds of hard beef bouncing in front of me. I was slightly disappointed that, once we were outside of the subway station, my big man moved beside me. I missed watching his huge back and gorgeous behind. He put one of his large arms around my shoulder to steer me through the crowds on the sidewalk – so that was a nice consolation prize. I didn’t get to look at him, but I got to feel his hardness against me. Suddenly, we were in front of a double wide four-story brownstone – heading up the stairs. “The Professor lives here!” I exclaimed. “What kind of professor is he? We could buy a small state with what this place must cost.” The big man ignored me and pressed the doorbell. Not even a second passed before the door flew open – scaring the living daylights out of me. I was ready to run, anticipating another battle, but my lover didn’t move a muscle. He clearly knew . . . or sensed that everything was okay. It took me a few more seconds to comprehend that I was now looking at the Professor. I’m not sure what I expected – Doc from ‘Back to the Future,’ some Albert Einstein looking old man, or, at least, a frail gray-haired man with glasses. There were flecks of gray in a closely trimmed beard and thick curly hair, but that’s where the similarities of what I imagined and what stood before us stopped. First, the man filled out some university t-shirt like he was a champion heavyweight wrestler instead of a teacher. Material stretched in every direction to cover his amazing muscles. The fifty-something Adonis was wearing stretch jeans that couldn’t come close to disguising his bulging legs. His dark blue eyes glanced quickly from my lover to me. “Is he?” the man’s full, masculine voice asked. “Yes,” my lover responded and the professor stared at me with a smile that made me quiver with delight. “Come in . . . come in,” he said stepping to the side to let us enter, but never taking his eyes off of me. As I passed him he inhaled deeply and I swear I could feel power radiate from my body and penetrate into his chest. It didn’t leave me depleted in any way, it simply seemed to give him something akin to strength. The professor gasped a little from the jolt he received. I turned to my lover who was beaming at me as we stood in what must have been the most gorgeous front hallway ever – huge staircase winding upwards, pocket-doored grand rooms on either side, and several huge windows - highlighting the incredible furniture and artwork spread throughout the place. I stood there open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the beauty of the home and the beauty of the man who lived there. “Has there been weight gain,” the Professor asked my love as he closed the door and walked around me. “Considerable,” answered my man and the Professor stopped to stare at the beefy stud to his side, then continued to circle me. “Increased strength?” he asked. “Considerable,” came the reply. “Increased awareness of . . . what am I asking, you found my place just from following the sensation, didn’t you?” “Yes,” my lover answered. “He will need more garlic soon.” “I have an extract cream that will work better,” the Professor said and then he looked straight at my boyfriend. “What does it feel like?” “We become one. I feel his heartbeat. I sense the power within him and it fuels me. I can tell my body is changing – without even looking at it. I now can feel him completely – even when he’s in a different room. I have the same knowledge of the others.” “Even those in darkness?” the Professor asked with much intensity. “Especially those in darkness,” the other big man answered. “You must be the Alpha Protector,” the Professor said – starting to sound a little other-worldly. “I feel that I am . . . and, in the bedroom . . . I am,” my lover answered and this made the Professor nod strongly before turning back to me. “What can I get you, sir. What do you wish?” the older gorgeous man asked and lowered his eyes. So, I secretly wondered if sucking the muscled mature daddy off was one of the options on the table. I almost asked, but I kind of knew it wasn’t appropriate. I also realized I was quite hungry, but that wasn’t what I needed most at the moment. I looked at both men – neither looking me in the eyes. They both stared downward – what the hell was that about. I decided I would be honest and tell it as it was. “I need vodka,” I replied, “with tonic and lime.” “Of course,” the Professor answered, smiling – as if this answer proved something. “I think we could all use one of those,” he added as he directed us to his beautiful kitchen which opened up to a large den and an incredible back yard. As the elder man busied himself making our drinks, my big lover and I walked around. I was drawn to a huge desk that sat in front of a large window overlooking the yard. Beside was a wall that had a large map of the city with many tacks stuck in it and then pictures of big gorgeous men – all framed and encircling the map. I glanced at the pictures and got the crazy feeling that they were all familiar to me – in some way. I knew I didn’t know any of them, but the feeling remained. That’s when I noticed a beautiful shot of my fiancé and was baffled why it was here, when the Professor and my man had just met. I knew it had something to do with all the secret mumbo-jumbo they were saying, but I just couldn’t bother to stay focused long enough to understand. I just wanted to look at the hunky fellows in the pictures – all nationalities, all nicely built, and all nice looking. I felt that I was looking at headshots of guys auditioning for a hunky man calendar. “Protectors . . . scattered all over the city,” the Professor said, walking up and handing us drinks. When he returned with his own glass, he added, “Waiting for you to appear. The Source.” “I think you and my big lover, here, are tripping on the same stuff. I can’t be the source of anything . . . except some trouble,” I said, laughing. “I don’t think you really believe that . . . you can sense what you are – especially around your alpha protector. You are turning him into a one-man army. Look how he’s already almost too big for that shirt. And I know you felt yourself ignite my body as you passed me in the doorway earlier,” the Professor said. “Ignite . . . that’s a good word, because that’s what it felt like. Almost like I sent a spark flying into your chest,” I said, thinking back on the moment I was close to this beautiful man. “You did send a spark, sir,” he replied. “Exactly what kind of Professor are you?” I asked, snapping back to my questioning self. “I study lots of things. I am mainly called the Professor because I am trusted with the history of how the Source came to be and all that is involved in keeping it going for eternity. I am a servant to the Source . . . to you.” “No, no, no . . . I just don’t like that word. Nobody is anybody’s servant. I’m not sure why you good fellows think I’m this source or whatever it is, but I’m nothing but an independent contractor for a pretty big law firm downtown. I make decent money, I have a huge fiancé that makes me happy, and I get the best sex I’ve ever had. My life is perfect as it is . . . I don’t need to be the source for anyone and I certainly don’t want anyone being my servant. Wow, how strong did you make these drinks. It is suddenly so freaking hot in here. And what in the hell is happening to my boyfriend’s shirt?” Either my future hubby’s shirt was suddenly shrinking or the man was adding some intense poundage pretty quickly. Whatever you call those huge muscles that are between the shoulders and a guy’s neck were presently bursting through the seams of his flimsy-looking t-shirt. His arms were also swelling so much that the sleeves were ripping in numerous places. I was a little dizzy from this intense heat that was suddenly permeating my entire body and then shooting out directly towards my man. He was tensing his own huge body – everywhere – and moaning like a dog in heat. “The vodka enhances your power, briefly. You are making him grow,” replied the Professor, smiling a huge grin of excitement. “You fuel him again.” The growth stopped as suddenly as it started – like a kernel of corn popping into something twice its size. The poor ragged t-shirt had been defenseless to the sudden thickening of my man’s muscles. Sudden bulges burst through the material everywhere – making strips of torn fabric all that remained. These scraps hung desperately over big shoulders, across massive pecs, and weakly around a thickened neck. The upper torso of my lover heaved up and down as he breathed heavily, clearly thrilled and wrecked by the growth. There was a specific look across his face – one of pure pleasure. I realized when he grew he got turned on – the smile told me that, but the hardness in his pants told me more. “Man, that feels good,” he said smiling at me and then brushing off the remains of his shirt. “Since he’s your Alpha Protector, he’s going to grow the most. Whenever your body radiates power, he’ll gain more than anyone else,” said the Professor. “He’s my what?” I asked. “Your number one protector – the one you are to unite with,” the man answered. “I don’t understand,” I said. “He means you and I were meant for each other . . . always,” my huge boyfriend said, smiling. “You will be called upon to grow other protectors, but I will always be the main one. The one that receives the most power from you. I am your soul mate. I will know you as well as I know my own body. I know what you most want right now…” To prove his point, my huge boyfriend walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head with his hand and then pulled it forward so my face smashed into the deep gap in the middle of his humongous chest. I immediately inhaled deeply, taking in the luscious, masculine scent of my man . . . my alpha protector. I sure did love the sound of that. My hands moved upward to find his nipples – poking out so enticingly. I squeezed hard with my thumbs and forefingers, making the big man moan loudly. He had known exactly what I had been daydreaming about as he and the Professor spoke to me. I had been focused solely on my man’s beautiful chest and how I knew my face would fit perfectly in that sweaty crevice in the middle. How he had known was not important to me. It was just wonderful breathing in my big . . . well, now, even bigger man. I squeezed and licked at the same time – my cock growing in rhythm with my man’s grunts and moans. The Professor cleared his voice. I had forgotten he was there and, apparently, so had my boyfriend. I felt the same big hand grab my hair and pull my head back, my tongue still sticking out in hopes of tasting more as I was moved away. I did not, however, let up on my abuse to his nipples. The reproachful look I received from my man did make me finally stop, though. He smiled at me. “It’s time you initiated the Professor’s ability to grow from your power. We will need him to be strong,” my fiancé said to me. “You will have to force his body to open up to the energy you hold within. You will need to engage him carnally, my love.” “I need to do what?” I asked, totally confused. “He means you need to fuck me,” the Professor said, smiling. “Say what?” I exclaimed. “Fuck me,” came the older man’s response. “You have to fuck me.” “Um . . . first of all, I’m engaged . . . to the Alpha Protector, remember,” I said, patting the big chest of my lover, “And, secondly, I’m more of a catcher than a pitcher . . . if you know what I mean.” “You’re one damn hot catcher,” my future husband said, smiling, and this made me very happy. “But you have to do this. It is the only way for the Professor to receive your benefits, completely.” “You’re telling me . . . this hunk of mature man . . . you want me to . . .” “Plow me as hard as the day is long, little man,” the Professor said. “It’s a necessity that cannot be avoided. You will have to initiate the ability of all the protectors.” “Wait, wait, wait! You mean I will have to sleep with all of these hot guys?” I said, sweeping my hand to the many pictures on the wall around the map. “Not sleep with,” the Professor said. “You will have to fuck each one…” “Will you please stop saying fuck!” I interrupted. “Okay, fellas, where are the secret cameras. The two of you have had some fun, but now I’m ready for this funny show to be over. You got me. You really got me. Really, where are the cameras?” “Honey, this is all real,” my lover said to me. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you really are the Source. We need you to help us protect you. You’re mine, you’ll always be just mine, but you need to awaken the dormant abilities in these men . . . like you did in me.” “But I never fucked you! Remember? It was all about you making me gasp for joy as I accepted King Dong! His words, not mine,” I said quickly to the Professor. “That’s because he’s the Alpha Protector,” the Professor said. I should have seen that one coming. My big man put his arms around me and kissed me hard. I looked into his eyes, but then I got distracted by his bigger shoulders, his more massive arms, and his magnificently grown chest. His new developments . . . his new size made all of this real. He had added some serious muscle and weight. He’d also grown taller – I could tell by how I had to tilt my head back more to look up at him. He looked at me with so much love it was almost overwhelming. I could feel his cock stirring between us. That, in turn, made mine stir, as well. “You will feel great pleasure with every other protector, my love,” he said, “But it will never be the intense gratification you will receive from me. I will be your only pitcher - forever.” “Unless we let the Dark Source win,” the Professor said. “If that happens, he will plow the power right out of you and we will all die.” “What?” I said, my eyes growing wide. “All of us are tied to you, the Source. You are the Light Source. If, for some reason, the darkness wins it will destroy you and we will all perish, too. We are tied together - forever,” the Professor added and he could see his words impacted me greatly. “So, care to unleash some power in me, sir?” I looked at my lover, still doubting this was the right thing to do. He nodded and whispered the word ‘go.’ I turned to the older muscular man and smiled – letting him know I was ready to do my part. He walked over to me, placed his hands into my pits and lifted me off the ground. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back into the front hall and then upstairs to his bedroom. I could tell being the Source was going to be a very hard job. A very hard job, indeed.

Hello, fellow Muscle University and muscladdict fans! Posting some MU fan art. I was thinking about what they sell in the school store besides a wide variety of posing trunks and thought it might be an old-school campus post-card, the kind a certain homesick first year might buy to send a note home to mum saying he's getting along all right. That his roommate is "nice enough some of the time" and that while the training is tough, he's getting good results, even if he's still one of the smallest lads on campus. How he can't wait to come home on break--that sort of thing. I've got more MU art to post. Thanks for having a look. Here's looking forward to more great MU stories!

RUN, KITTY! --------------- Genre: visual novel, furry, muscle, bara, gay Rating: all ages (demo), 18+ (full version) Developer: Strong & Furry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/strongandfurry Itch.io - https://strongandfurry.itch.io/kitty VK - https://vk.com/strongandfurry Twitter - https://twitter.com/strongandfurry Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/strongandfurry Discord - https://discord.com/invite/MYrFD2X ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DOWNLOAD DEMO VERSION (Russian and English languages) =========== Android demo version - https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.strongandfurry.kitty.trial PC demo version - https://strongandfurry.itch.io/kitty ============ Once upon a cat named Simon, who decided to skip classes at the university, alone with nature - in other words, take a walk through the forest. Knowing this forest like the back of his hand, he never expected that he would be able to get lost there... Yes, and even find himself pursued by an unknown predator, in the forest, where they have never lived... Can he get out of the forest on his own?.. Notice: it's a demo version of game. Full version of game with 18+ scenes will be available on itch.io and Patreon (and also on Steam) after collecting funds for development. Thank you so much! -------------- You can also support us on Patreon to see the full version faster! And you also will get some nice bonuses like concept art, development blogs, characters talks etc. Enjoy big strong furries, if you like them! I would be happy to hear your opinions about plot and art also. I'm sorry I didn't find right thread for this post, I hope it can count as a story. Enjoy!

Ok.... so I’ve been enjoy this site for ages, thought I should contribute! Rough first go based on some fantasy stuff I wrote and sent to someone as role play! Enjoy. Landon will be back soon. I couldn’t wait. We’ve been fuck buddies for a few months, since we met on a muscle fettish website. We would get together and play. He loved my athletic bod; we would role play, pretending we were both bigger than we were and then blast our loads on each other. We were very into it. Sometimes we got so loud that the neighbours banged on the walls. It was fucking hot! But this has now changed. Landon has been away for business for three weeks, no idea what I’ve been doing to myself. My fettish has been getting out of control for years. I thought blowing a ton of cum in guys while doing role play would be enough. But it has only fed the beast. The second Landon left, I finally went to the seedy gym we all know. £1900 later and I’m walking away with the type of extreme steroids you only get in growth stories. Just walking up the street with them in a bag was enough to make me pre cum. With a pic of Landon taped to the wall, and my home gym set ready, I had my first injections. The things I started lifting! I would snarl and grunt as veins wrapped themselves around my exploding biceps. I was looking so swole. The mirror in front of my weights was stained with my jizz. I pumped myself each day, addicted to becoming bigger. But with Landon minutes away, I needed more. I was covered in a sheen of sweat from my workout already, and grinning ear to ear thinking about how he would react to me turning myself into one of our stories. But I wanted more. So I took three more injections - one into my buldging bicep, one into my concrete abs, and one into my now super cock. Landon was here.... Landon walked back into the flat and heard it - the sound of metal crashing, and me grunting. Landon started to get hard thinking about me pumping iron, but he had no idea of the steroid abuse I had excitedly put myself through. Landon walked into the, confused at the empty boxes of new weight sets. His confusion ended the second he saw me. His formally athletic fuck buddy was twice the size, covered in so much sweat and rock hard muscles that I looked like I had amour on. I looked directly at Landon, a shit eating grin on my face as I continued to power a barbel over my head. Landon took in more detail as his now throbing cock made him walk towards Me - his formally cute “next door boy” face had veins invading the skin, evidence of how much new testosterone was being pumped around my system. I only had on workout boxers, which could hardly contain the muscle and chemically enhanced muscle dick. I stood, dropping the weight. “So, little Landon. Do you like what I’ve done to my awwwwwwwwwww...... self”? I grunted in orgasmic pleasure as I flexed my 23 inch right bicep. I took a step closer. I was breathing it all in - I was now the actual muscle freak from the stories. Every step made my monster cock rub again the fabric of my boxers, threatening to make it go off. But who cares - plenty of testosterone in this body. I looked manic as I breathed “watch this you little fuck toy”. I exploded into a most muscular... Landons mind went into overload. He couldn’t take a actual muscle growth fantasy being played out here. He dove forward like a mad man towards my dick. As Landon rubbed my cock, he gradually became aware of how much bigger he was now. Landon dropped to his knees and starting licking the super dick through my boxers. Langdon looked up as I started posing for him - I pumped my pecs so hard, wanting to see more veins and more inches added. I needed it. “Mmmmm fuck yea..... errrrrr Landon, I think you need to get back”. Landon looked up, confused. The look of great pleasure was over my face. Landon noticed that my network of veins were pumping harder and harder - my 10’inch cock suddenly jumped to 11inches. “Oooooooo fuck yes. The more you turn me onnnnnnn, ahhh fuck Landon. You’ve pushed the chemicals into some sort of second reactionnnnnnnn”. Landon stood back, his own hard on now so hard it hurt in his jeans. I was swelling and bulging out of control. Every now and then, I would open my eyes to look at my growing biceps and flex. “Fuck yes you bastards. Grow for me”. 23 inch biceps exploded onto me, as my stomach churned and seemed to pop with a new row of abs. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm yesssssssss”. My growth started to slow - but I didn’t want that. I he knew what my muscle bound, chemical infused body needed. “Landon!” He barked. “Make. Me. Bigger”. He broke into a most muscular. “I haven’t grrrrrrrr, had an audience for a few awwwwww days now”. I held the most muscular until it started to hurt, but the type of pain that was so nice. It was a “I’m a fucking beast and I can do whatever I want” pain. Landon knew he needed to help this Titan become a freak. His brain simply resolved to play it’s part. “I’ll do whatever you need. I am just a hole for you now”. I walked forward, almost breathless with excitement. “Watch this you little muscle slut”. I put my massive arms behind my head, and flexed my dick. The 11.5 inches tore through my boxers and smacked my 8 pack with a massive thus, leaving a big splash of of cum. “Your going to be a flashlight for me. You will enjoy being fucked by someone who is so fuckinh swole he looks like a muscle morph. But that doesn’t matter - what matters is your going to make me HUGE”. With that, I ripped Landon’s clothes off and tossed him on the work bench. “Wait!” I then lifted the bench and Landon so it was in front of the mirror. “I’m not gonna miss this” I said excitedly. There was no foreplay. I spat roughly on my cock and Landon took 6 inches of it in his ass without so much as a whimper. He knew what he was there for. “Grrrrrr, yea that’s right”. I looked directly at myself in the mirror as I fucked Landon. “Mmmmmm yea, having this massive meat between my legs makes me feel like your just my rag doll. Check out the bricks!!!!” I tensed my abs to make all 8 pop out, just serving to make both me and Langdon moan a little more. Then it happened. Almost a primal knowledge. I knew what my body craved. I knew what was going to blow me up like Bane! “Landon, I don’t know what this is going to do to you, but I’m gonna fuck you with everything I’ve got. I’m going to pound you so hard because I need you cum now”. With that, I flexed my muscle dick, making Landon raise up so he had to hug onto my chest for dear life, his cock coating my abs with precum. “Muuuuu awwwww fuck yesssssssss”. Langdon at some stage just shut down. Trying to paw at my boulder shoulders and compute the sheer rough fucking was too much......... then I saw his dick swell, ready to feed me. I flipped him onto the floor and took him in my mouth. Landon woke up just long enough to see an evil smile on my face, as we both prepared for the effects......

Part One “You realize that every time I fuck you I grow.” “What?” I asked, looking up at him as I searched for a specific pan I loved to use to make omelets. “Each time I bang your hole I grow. It’s slight, but I can tell. I’m also stronger the next day in the gym,” he replied and I suddenly realized he was being serious. “It’s like you feed me, somehow . . . or feed my muscles.” “Dude, it’s just your imagination . . . or a little leftover thrill of how good I am,” I said smiling. “You are good – the best I’ve ever had, as a matter of fact, - but this isn’t imaginary. Since I’ve been dating you I’ve added an inch to my arms and it’s not been that long. I’ve added the kind of muscle weight I never imagined I would. I thought I had plateaued – but you’ve taken me through that glass ceiling. I’m growing, man, and it happens after we make love. I can feel it happening, now. All because of us throwing it down in the bedroom this morning. I’m heavier, too.” “Oh,” I said, “maybe I shouldn’t make omelets, then.” “It’s muscle, babe – I weigh more because I’m gaining muscle.” This thought immediately turned me on. Looking at his huge muscled body and contemplating that it was getting bigger . . . heavier . . . stronger – well, that was almost too much for a petite, bulge-loving, always a bottom to comprehend. He smiled – simply because he saw in my eyes that I was beginning to understand. I stood up and placed the pan on the stove. It was only at this moment that I wondered why this information was being shared. He stepped closer – towering over me in height and size. Just one hour ago his huge body had been pounding mine into my mattress – making me feel all wonderful inside. I took advantage of this new information and treaded in a previously unchartered territory. “So, it goes to reason that if you grow from having sex with me, then we should be doing it a lot more.” “That would make sense . . . don’t you think. I mean, I would like to grow. Wouldn’t you want me bigger?” he answered, realizing we were thinking of the same thing. “And logically, that would mean if we . . . let’s say . . . lived together you could basically plow me any time we were both home.” “Yes, that seems logical,” he answered, moving so close that huge bulging pectorals almost pressed up against me. “Are you saying you’d like to live together . . . and get bigger?” I asked. “Are you inviting me to live here and would you like me to get bigger?” he asked, looking down at me. “Is all of you getting bigger?” I asked, teasingly, and then ran my tongue across my upper lip. “Definitely, all of me,” he answered, wrapping his vein-covered monstrous arms around my body. “Hmmmmm, that sounds nice. But what would you tell your Baptist preacher dad and your entire Bible-thumping family?” I said, snuggling up against his hard body. “I’d tell them I live with my boyfriend,” he said, bending down to kiss my forehead. “Maybe, you should also tell them that I’m making you grow,” I suggested. “They think I’m too big already.” “Is that even possible? Being too big,” I asked. “Are you going to tie my shoes when I can’t bend over?” he said. “We’ll get you flip flops,” I answered. We stood there for a while – his big arms squeezing me, comfortably. I was already so small next to him. I began to fantasize what it would be like when he was ten times my size. I’m pretty sure he was fantasizing the same thing, for his hefty tool was beginning to stiffen and push my crotch away from him. It did feel bigger, or was that just my imagination . . . or wishful thinking. His pecs made the best pillows. I stood there, motionless – suddenly wishing we were back in bed. “How did you notice you were bigger?” I asked, my face deep in the crevice between his pecs. “My t-shirts are tighter. Hell, even my underwear is tighter. My head is closer to the top of the doorframe. You seem much smaller.” “All of that turns me on,” I replied. “Everything turns you on, my little Boo,” he said, laughing, and his big chest bounced up and down. “Everything about you,” I quickly added. “I want you to move in.” “I’m thinking it would be ideal,” he answered. “Just because you’ll get bigger?” I asked. “I shouldn’t lie – that’s a major part of it, but also . . . I don’t like sleeping alone. I don’t like cooking for one. I don’t like knowing you’re not in the next room. I don’t like being a big and strong man without someone to show off for . . . to cuddle . . . to fill with my hard meat.” “You always know the right things to say,” I said, almost purring. “Marry me.” “What?” I asked, pulling my upper body away from his and looking up at him. “Make an honest man of me . . . marry me,” he repeated. “Your family will murder me. You - marrying a poor, short, white, Catholic boy from a hick town in Tennessee. To a well-established Brooklyn family with lots of money, that’s quite a step down. Are you sure, growing big is worth the estrangement?” “Poor? You sold a start-up for an insane amount of money and own a beautiful brownstone.” “Yeah, but my parents used to live in a trailer. Not that there’s anything wrong with a trailer. I remember dating a cute boy named Bobby from Kentucky who lived in a trailer. He had the biggest . . .” “Biggest what?” he asked, squeezing me hard. “Biggest cock,” I said with the little breath remaining in my lungs and then quickly added, “until I met you, of course.” “That’s better,” he said relaxing his squeeze. “You still haven’t answered my question.” “Oh, I thought it was rhetorical. I’ve been trying to get you to move in here for months.” “That’s not the question I’m talking about,” he replied and squeezed his arms teasingly – as if I would be crushed again. “Ohhhhhh, THE question. Let’s see, do I want to marry a guy with arms so big that I can’t reach around them with both my hands put together? Do I want to marry a guy with such a protruding chest that when he’s coming around a corner you see his nipples a good ten seconds before you see the rest of him? Do I want to marry a guy that got down on the floor the other day and had me stand on his abs so he could get in a workout by lifting me up and down as he tensed his stomach? Do I want to marry a guy that plows me so expertly that quite often after sex my voice is completely gone because I have moaned and yelled so much? Do I want to marry the guy that just told me he is growing – in size and strength – every time he welcomingly invades my body with his gorgeous, giant, manly tool? Is that the question you want me to answer?” “Yes, please.” “The answer is yes . . . yes, a thousand times yes. Marrying you would make me the happiest man on earth. Wait, I’m already that guy . . . this will just make it even better.” I knew my answer would make him squat a little, letting his arms drop down to my waist, and then lift my small body into the air. He loved picking me up. He did it as often as he could or as often as I’d let him. Sometimes, he’d even tell me to get onto his back while he did normal chores. There I’d be – piggyback riding his monstrous frame while he brushed his teeth or made a sandwich. No evening was complete, either, if he didn’t get to do at least twenty reps pressing my body into the air as he lay on the floor. He said it was his favorite way to build his chest. I wrapped my legs around his strong, hard core and let my stiff cock press against his cobbled stomach. I was always in danger of exploding when my tool rubbed against the stone-like ridges. He looked down at me, completely accepting the fact that we were now betrothed – destined to be together. He clearly wanted to return to our original conversation. “I can feel the billions of cells in my body reproducing over and over – making new layers of muscle. It’s like metal hardening as it cools or lava bubbling up and then turning to stone. I’m getting thicker and bigger – kind of like how my cock responds when you are around. Yeah, my entire body is getting a hard-on for you – but it won’t go away even when I calm down. I’ll still be bigger and denser. I can’t even begin to explain the pleasure it gives me . . . that you give me.” “I don’t know, buddy – hanging on to your monstrous traps is giving me lots of pleasure. Maybe I get a small glimpse of what you’re feeling. You do feel bigger, though. I’ve hung on to your body so many times that I have the shape of every bulge memorized. My hands have to be wider to grip places where I’ve grabbed before. And you seem a lot harder, if that’s possible.” “It is. I can feel the same thing from the inside, as well. I think you’re going to turn me into something . . . I don’t know . . . maybe indestructible.” “Yeah, I like the sound of that,” I replied, rubbing my crotch harder against his abs. “I want to get big, that’s for sure, but my desire for hugeness is tied much more to you than my own desires. I want to be big for you. It’s something that grows stronger within me every time we make love. It’s like I’m destined for greatness, but that greatness somehow involves you. It’s like all my life – growing big as a teenager and beyond – was leading up to the point where I met you. I was laying a foundation for the true size, definition, and power that would build in me after I was with you. We’re connected in some way – through a long history going back thousands of years. I can feel it – in every fiber of my growing body.” His words felt like some giant page of my life’s story had just been turned and a huge plot twist had been revealed. The feelings he spoke of were the same in me, as well – suddenly awakened by his awareness being shared. We were deeply connected in some way that could not be explained, yet alone, fully understood. It was as if he was being increased to be my protector – my bodyguard . . . and, yet, so much more. I could feel his skin – ever so slightly – stretching beneath my hands. He was, indeed, growing . . . getting thicker. It was mindboggling. How was it even possible for a man’s body to thicken? The idea of his muscle meat getting denser and denser – making him expand, making him get stronger – made me want to have him constantly plowing me. Knowing that from now on I would be able to detect the changes – maybe it will be slightly more difficult to wrap my arms around him, maybe my hands would have to be spread much wider to grab his biceps, or maybe the full weight of him on top of me will become unbearable. I looked forward to all of this. He watched my face as my mind fully explored what could happen to him. He understood everything that was racing through my head. “I now know my sole purpose for living . . . it is you. I let you claim me completely. I offer my muscles, my knowledge, my love in service to you. I exist to make you safe, happy, and satisfied. You are my priority. We are no longer two . . . we are one.” The big man had clearly entered into some realm that was beyond me. He was speaking to me, but he was saying the words as if his brain was confirming some pre-programmed mantra. He sounded like a machine – hell, he looked like a muscle machine, but this was different. He seemed to be speaking as if another being had taken over his body and was telling him what to say. The huge man, when finished with his words, put me down and knelt in front of me. It was confounding, to say the least. It was also slightly unnerving. And then it was gone. He looked up at me and smiled. “What are you doing?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Why are you on your knees?” I continued. “To make the proposal legit,” he answered, tensing his pecs to cause a stirring in my groin. “I already said yes,” I answered. “Yeah, well I guess I just wanted to seal the deal,” he responded as he stood up – his humongous bulk giving off warmth and making me feel small. “Um . . . you kind of went away for a few minutes and said some crazy sounding things about me being your priority and the two of us are now one. It was a little spooky.” “What are you talking about, dude?” he said, wrapping his big arms around my waist again. “I just went down on bended knee to tell you I love you.” “Which was nice, of course, but then you looked weird and said…” “Shhhh, my everything. I sense danger,” the big man said, as he interrupted me to tilt his head upward – as if listening to something in the distance. “When I tell you to move, my love – I want you to go to the bedroom and get under the bed. Do not come out until you hear my voice tell you to.” “What are you talking about….” My question was suddenly interrupted by something plowing through the concrete wall a few feet from my head. The sound was deafening. I looked over to see that it was a fist – attached to a large arm. The thing had just plowed through the wall like a sledgehammer doing demolition work. My big lover’s arms released me immediately and the huge man sprang into action. He grabbed the wrist of the arm sticking through the wall with both of his hands and jerked inward with what I knew was a tremendous force. I heard the body that was attached to the arm slam into the other side of the wall outside of our apartment. I heard a gust of breath leave whomever was attached to the arm and I saw the wall of my apartment buckle inward as if a big wrecking ball had pounded the other side. My lover had just pulled someone into the concrete with enough force to make an indention the size of a big body. I briefly contemplated the fact that the arm had not come ripping off. “Go! Now!” my big lover said firmly, but softly, and before I left I saw him push the arm outward and then jerk it back in again with more force than before, making the body on the other side slam into the caved concrete wall for a second time.

Morph by Hardtrainer01 *** Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are at least 18+ years of age. *** I gave the house another once-over before quietly stepping into the backyard. Dad's at work, mom's doing laundry, and the little squirt is probably hanging at his friend's house again. I patted the tiny bottle in my pocket for the third time in the past hour, worried I might've left it in another pair of shorts that were about to go in the wash. Now /that/ would be a disaster. *** I've been on edge ever since coming home for Spring Break. You would be, too, if your best friend just gave you a magic elixir to make your deepest fantasies come true. I would've just laughed it off as a prank or called him crazy if the results didn't speak for themselves. Midterms were busy for everyone, so I didn't think much of it when my bro Michael went radio silent for a few days. On the last night after exams, he texted me, "Garrett, ypu need to see tghis," Michael wasn't the type to make typos. "see what? u ok man?" I waited as the ellipses bounced back and forth. "damn meaty fingrrs" followed by "cant send pic, im cominf over" I scratched my head. Meaty fingers? He was known for a lot of things of campus: president of the video game club, representative for the SGA, and top of his class in the Chemistry department, but meaty fingers? Michael was short and frail, often mistaken for a lost high-schooler touring the campus. His fast metabolism never allowed him to put on much weight, much to his dismay. I shook my head, dismissing his messages as they were probably drunken texts. It was the perfect time to celebrate after all. I had almost completely forgotten about it until I heard the thundering footsteps coming up to my dorm. No, I felt them first. Like something out of an iconic dinosaur movie, the glass of water on my desk rippled with each beat. I realized they were becoming louder, and soon it was as if the noise was coming from right outside my door. My heart racing, I made my way over to see the what the commotion was all about when the door made a loud cracking sound and lunged forward. I flinched and braced my arms in front of me, but the door never fell. Suspended in midair, I watched with wide eyes as it was gingerly cast aside, revealing a hulking semi-naked man, dripping wet and clad in only a pair of swim trunks that were probably a few sizes too small. "Oops," he muttered, his mouth being the only thing on his face that was visible because of the low door frame. "Happened again." As he clumsily held the door like a toy trying to fit it back against the frame, I stared in awe at the unbelievable mass packed onto this ginormous body. The meaty hands wrapped around the door with ease, and one of them even had a tiny phone underneath the fingers. His biceps and triceps twisted and bounced with each movement, swelling bigger than anything I've ever seen at the campus gym. I could see veins snaking down to these thick forearms that were even bigger than my own upper arms. Brushing against the door frame slightly as he kept wedging the door around, I could only see parts of his bowling ball shoulders that capped off his incredible V-shaped torso. The two sacks of muscle on his chest that jutted out several inches towards me jumped and squeezed erotically, and would've mesmerized me if it weren't for the tight, hard abdominal muscles, the first pair overshadowed by the overhanging pecs. They pointed downwards, along with the obliques, towards the skin-tight trunks. I mean, they looked vacuum-suctioned to his body. I could see every detail of the tube wrapped around his hip, so huge that I couldn't see where the head ended from the front. That didn't take anything away from the package he had between his legs though, as it was still bigger than most men's bulges despite only being what I could only imagine were his balls. The mammoth legs that flank them had deep lines where the muscles split into tear-drop shapes, clearly visible as the trunks were pushed up towards his hips. And his calves, as freaky as the rest, jutted out far beyond what I thought was possible on his wide and dripping legs. Oh yea, I did mention he was still soaking wet, right? My jaw must've dropped at one point because my mouth felt dry, my eyes tracing the trickling droplets down the grooves of his body. I was suddenly feeling very thirsty. And this beast, with his mind-bending proportions that I've only seen in morphed pictures on the internet, was like an oasis to this desert. He must've stopped moving the door at some point, because in the back of my mind I noticed the undulating muscles stood still for a moment, still unbelievably bulging even at rest. But it took a deep "Ahem," to bring me back to reality. I looked up, still unable to see the face of the intruder except for the smirk on his sharp jaw. His traps were looming from behind, almost swallowing his thick, corded neck. "I knew you'd like the results." Still speechless, I sputtered and tried to form anything but gibberish. The wall of muscles turned to the side, ducked under, and pushed through, his giant pecs and now-visible back grazing the door frame slightly. When he turned back to me and stood back up to his full height, any coherent thought I was trying to form was lost once again. Sitting atop the body of this erotic demigod was the cherubic, smug face of my best friend, Michael. *** I started to tent in my own swim trunks at the memory, still fresh on my mind. It had only been a few days since the incident, after all, but it was also /all/ I could think about. I had a lot of uncomfortable boners during the ride home and around the house, making me feel like an embarrassed and horny teen going through puberty all over again. I closed my eyes, and replayed the instructions Michael gave me, reluctantly skipping everything else we did in-between. *** "This vial is incredibly potent," he had said, holding the mini bottle between his sausage-like fingers as he lazily stroked his meat with his other hand. "This is all you need to become like me." I remember reaching out for it in a trance, but he pulled it away. "But, you'll also need a /big/ body of water for this to work. You remember little Danico?" I nodded dumbly. "He tried it in the bathtub. Idiot got stuck and broke everything, from the porcelain to the glass partition." My cock throbbed, imagining him writhing in the too-small tub. "He was sent to the hospital for all the cuts and bruises on his body." Oh. "The Doc said he'll be okay, but he'll be leaving with a lot of scars that might never heal. Who knows? It might give him an even more macho appearance." I thought about our mutual friend, imagining him blown up the size of the behemoth here, looking like a rugged thug despite his innocent face and personality. I felt my dick jerk and strain, no longer making pre-cum after the last 5 orgasms I had. And there Michael was, his pole pointing up into his chest and leaking like a faucet, ready for round 9. "I used the pool by the campus gym. I'm told you only need to soak for 15 minutes, but I only got in about 12 before I heard security making their rounds." He chuckles. "Dunno why I fled, I'm bigger than any of them now. Guess I forgot my new body in the panic." He raised an arm and gave it a cocky flex, whispering "boom" as it peaked and nearly hit is own hand. So tantalizingly close to his hand. He must've been thinking the same thing, opening his fist and trying to palm his swelling muscle. "You think they'd want a piece of this?" He grinned and looked at me, knowing he had 100% of my attention. "F-fuck..." was all I could utter. I think my brain short-circuited a couple fucks ago, his horse cock that filled me to the brim and left a gaping hole still dripping and longing for it and nothing else. He laughs again, notably deeper than his reedy giggle that I faintly remember. "You're so cute." He studied me for a bit, his soft eyes tracing my body with a similar hunger in mine. I bit my lip, feeling the heat on my cheeks and somewhere else as he regarded me. As if reading my mind, he said "I decided to give this to you because... Well, you were always there for me." I blinked and smiled at the change in tone. I remember how soft-spoken he can be, and how openly emotional he is at times. "When I wasn't showing gains in the gym, you still didn't give up and kept working out with me even after you moved on to heavier weights. And those nights when my ex-boyfriends would break-up with me and I was a sobbing mess; you brought me ice cream and we hung out 'till morning. And-" he paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, "I always had a bit of a crush on you." His eyes darted away, looking at anything else, then glancing back to look for a reaction. I never considered myself as attractive. Mediocrity would be a good word to describe me. Barely passing. 5/10. A little bit of muscle tone but nothing to write home about. But to hear Mikey say that made my heart swell. He gingerly brought the bottle back towards me. I accepted it, my heart fluttering for a thousand different reasons. He scratched the back of his head, his biceps pushing into his face comically. "Anyways, I would go back to the pool, but the guard heard me. He shouted something as I ran away, dunno what. But he might still be patrolling after that little commotion. Besides, the potion is only active for about an hour after it's mixed with water." He paused. "Hey, you still listening?" I looked back at his face, now as red as his mushroom head twitching not so far below. "Uh-huh." "I know you were planning to leave in the morning so I just wanted to find you before you left. If your pool at home is about the same size as the one here, it should work just fine. Remember, the magic lasts an hour and you only need to soak for 15 minutes for the full effects." He spread his arms in a slow, sweeping motion before bringing them up in a double biceps pose. I know he wasn't purposely trying to distract me, but damn him for his double standards. I couldn't help but smile at him. My best friend- or maybe lover? Future boyfriend? Wait, I'm going too fast- chose me, of all people, to grow huge, strong, and virile like him. And I can't wait to fulfill that wish. *** I knelt by the pool and popped the bottle out of my swim trunks. Potion this. Magic that. I'll never look at a self-proclaimed witch the same way again. If Michael wasn't the living, breathing proof, I wouldn't have spent the first few days back home like some crazed hermit protecting his treasure. But today. Today is the perfect day. With everyone busy with one thing or another, this is probably the first chance I get to using Michael's gift without any disruptions or obstacles. The parents keep the doors security locked at night, and I can't risk it going off without alarming them or disarming it without their smart phones making note of it. And there's no annoying brother to mimic everything I do. 'The stars have aligned for today,' I thought as I poured the contents over one of the filter pumps of the pool. "Garrett!" My mother's shrill voice called from behind. I jumped out of my skin and whirled around, dropping all but the rest of the elixir into the pool with the bottle. With a laundry basket resting on her hip, she looked at me with a scowl. "You've been back for 3 days and never leave your room for anything other than food. And now you want to go swimming?" "I-" "Your father wants you to mow the lawn before he gets home from work. It's been growing in faster now that the weather is getting warmer." "Can't I-" "/Now,/ Garrett." She glared at me, but her tone softens for a moment. "You know how he gets when the chores aren't done before he's home." I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I dared to glance behind me, the inconspicuous clear bottle floating idly down the side of the pool with the current. "You can swim after you finish the front yard. I'll persuade him to let you do the backyard tomorrow" She finishes. And with that, she spun towards the door and headed back inside. My fear of being caught was soon replaced with seething anger. Smoke would come off my head if it could. 'Whatever,' I thought, 'after this, he's not going to be the man of the house anymore.' I shakily got up on my feet and trudged to the garage. I've got 45 minutes, and mowing the front lawn should only take 30, so I should have plenty of time. *** "Did you ask Garrett if he wanted to play Super Bash Bros. with us?" "Why bother? He's been holed up in his room ever since he came back." Garrett's little brother stood up and stretched after their last round of gaming. His skinny twig-like body cracked and popped as he moved his spindly limbs around. His friend watched discreetly, taking in sideways glances, then thought for a moment. "Is he okay? Maybe we should check on him." "Ugh, why? So you can spy on him and fantasize about sucking his dick?" "I-" he blushed, "Josh!" he spat. Joshua rolled his eyes. "What? /I'm/ the one grossed out by that image here, not you." Despite that, his basketball shorts twitched, not unnoticed by his friend. "Kristopher and Garrett, sitting in a tree-" he started, before Kris leaped up and shoved him. The two wrestled on the floor for a bit before they both pulled apart abruptly, not wanting to reveal to the other that they enjoyed it more than they let on. Panting, they thought about their unusual predicament. Both of them were officially adults, finishing their senior year of high school, and had the libido to match, but otherwise their appearances were quite deceiving. At school, they were nonchalantly pushed by passing peers in the hallway who thought they were underclassmen. At the mall, salesclerks would eye them suspiciously when they pulled out a credit card to pay. Even at amusement parks, staff would stop the young men and ask in a condescending tone if they lost their parents. Even though they were months away from graduating, the only thing they'll be remembered for was how puny and small they were. Josh thought of his brother again, jealous of his genetics and dedication to the gym. Garrett had a lean, fit body that is just barely hidden beneath his clothes, but Kris has seen him in less before, and he wouldn't mind seeing more. "Fine, let's go. 1v1 is getting boring anyway." Josh pushed himself up and offered his friend a hand. Kris accepted, but the two nearly took a tumble and ended up on the floor again. It was Joshua's turn to blush as he quickly pushed himself off. "I'll go shut down the Verse," he mumbled, walking away. Kris adjusted his shorts after Josh turned away and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Was it getting hotter today or something? *** Geez, if anyone told you that mowing in the late afternoon is better, they're wrong. Maybe it's the sweltering heat, or the steady onslaught of mosquitoes, or the fact that I have less than an hour before my magic muscle pool just becomes a regular pool again, but I wanted to be anywhere but the front yard. Preferably, I'd be swimming right now. And growing. And getting even bigger. Fuck. I can't wait. My dad's gonna have something to complain about when he gets home regardless, it seems, as my lawnmower sloppily chugs down the aisle, sparing little patches of grass here and there. Could you blame me? I couldn't focus. Every time my thoughts wandered to Michael, I looked down and thought of what my body would look like with his muscles. His washboard abs, and pecs so thick he couldn't see his own feet, and an anaconda big enough to surpass the valleys on his chest into his field of view. And then I'd nearly run over a lawn gnome. I turned the corner and kept going, halfway to the finish line. I pushed my legs with renewed vigor, and told myself to keep my eye on the prize. I heard the distant tinkling of bicycle bells, but at this point I was a donkey with a carrot in front of me. No distractions. *** "There, you see? He's perfectly fine." Josh huffed, getting off his bike. "I'll say," said Kris, his eyes tracing the lightly-defined, bare back of his friend's brother. Down to that cute butt. Sweat was pooling at the crack, dampening the shorts, which made Kris feel even hotter from the thoughts swirling in his curly-mopped head. Joshua was still panting and followed his gaze. He couldn't help but admire his brother, too. It was a jealousy thing, right? He didn't /want/ his brother, he just wanted to /be/ like his brother. Maybe even bigger. Nobody would mistake him for a child, then. His little chub jumped at that, still excited from earlier. Realizing how hot and sweaty they both were, he had an idea. "Hey." Kris snapped his eyes back to his friend. "Hmm?" "Let's go for a swim." *** The boys rushed upstairs and Josh handed Kris a spare pair of swim trunks. Too embarrassed with his stiffy, he slid into the bathroom to change. Kris was left in the bedroom staring at himself in the full-length mirror. His ribs were the only thing on his torso that popped out. He wished he could just have /something/ going for him. Unlike the brothers, he had a slight bit of facial hair, but it always grew in patchy and unkempt. He knows Josh and Garrett have a bit of armpit and pubic hair, but Josh kept his shaved for some reason. He thought the hair was pretty hot. It made them look more manly. Well, on Josh, it looked a little awkward and wiry. And he was a little taller than Josh, but not by much. Nowhere near as tall as Garrett. But he pushed those thoughts aside and dropped his clothes, not wanting to be caught with his own embarrassment. He already jacked off this morning, thinking about a certain neighbor no less, but was aching and hard once again. Luckily the trunks buried any evidence of his arousal. Josh came back in, a little more flushed in the face, and looked at Kris with a bit of guilt in his eyes. "Ready?" he asked. *** I was practically vibrating. And the lawn mower wasn't even on anymore. As I dashed through the house, I checked the clock on the wall. Yes! I still have 20 minutes left. Dad came home, and as if on cue to ruin my day, he pointed out every messy patch I neglected. I ran them over with the same ferocity as a Tasmanian Devil before shoving the lawn mower back into the garage, and sprinting through the house to the pool. Mom probably said something about the grass clippings I was shedding everywhere, or that I shouldn't run, but it passed through my ears as all that occupied my mind right now was getting the in pool. I pretty much shouldered the door to the pool and it shakily opened for me, reminding me of Michael's little accident and how I'll have to be much more careful from now on with my new strength. The strength I'll soon have to put the best weightlifters to shame. And the definition to make myself Mr. Olympia for the next couple decades. I couldn't stop grinning at myself until I stopped and saw the sight before my eyes. Standing at the edge of the shallow end, with one magnificent ball of muscle raised taut and hard in a firm flex, was my little brother. Here's the part where I say, 'except he wasn't so little, anymore' but to tell you the truth, my mind went blank. Just like the first time I saw Michael after his change, or the first muscle morph I found by DPhenix, I was stunned. Speechless. In reverence. It was probably because all the blood was rushing from one head to the other. He relaxed his arm slightly, then flexed it back and forth a few times, watching the muscles bulge and fill with blood. I stared at it, and the veins tracing to his adjoining forearms, so thick that the meaty part was pushing against the biceps. The lats under his raised arm flared out from underneath, creating a deep cavernous pit beside his stretched out chest and shoulder. Even when pulled back, his pec was still bigger and thicker than mine flexed. And even /that/ was nothing compared to his other pec muscle, relaxed yet thicker than pillow, pointing his perky nipples downward. It nestled itself over his relaxed arm, which was still absolutely huge and even more veiny than his other arm. Unlike Mikey's sexy cum-gutter abs, the ones adorning this man were not as defined, but still each block was wide and powerful. It occurred to me that it was because he wasn't even focused on flexing it at that moment. Those were his abs while relaxed! His shoulder-to-waist ratio was absurd, only further accentuated by his turned head, the thick neck muscles merely hinting at the size of his back. I stopped dead at his face when I realized the identity of this muscle god. Still youthful and hairless, his face betrayed any realistic connection with his body, as if there was any normal way to achieve his size at any age. His familiar hand-me-down shorts was the nail in the coffin that it couldn't be anyone else but my 'little' brother. I don't know how long I was standing there. He finally turns, slowly, as if not wanting to stop his cocky self-worship, and looked at me. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin. I couldn't mistake the look in his eyes, either. I might not be able to see below the waist, but I know there was more growing happening. He opened his mouth and again I was not prepared for the deep octave that came out, "Hey, big bro." He glanced downwards and I could swear the glint in his eyes sparkled. Right after his greeting, I head a splash off to the side. Striding in from the blind spot was another humongous hunk with a bit of curly hair pressing on his forehead, his chiseled jaw and sunglasses complementing, well, everything about him. It's not like I was playing "Guess Whom" because the only thing on my mind was the way his pecs bounced as he waded through the water. He looked down with a slight frown, as if checking if he got something on himself, and then looked up, placing his arms on the poolside, and smiled sheepishly while flexing his arms. Amazingly, they looked even bigger than his pecs and shoulders. They were definitely not the condensed ball of muscles on my brother, but rather the main focus on his sexy frame. His arms were lightly furred, matted down by the water, and his face showing an even stubble wrapping his chin and lips. His abs were also not as defined as Michael's, but he still had an incredible wasp-like torso that bodybuilders strive for. It helped that his upper body was so damn wide. His shorts were also familiar and more of it was visible as he stood beside Josh, but he was standing on the deeper side. Morph by Hardtrainer01 Both of them watched me as I stared back at them, eyes darting between the two. The only sound was the running pool pump. I gaped in silence. They're almost bigger than Michael. Then, as if to prove me wrong, the curly-haired one pushed himself up and slowly stood up to his full height. I think I took a step back. Or maybe my knees buckled. I don't know, but I /do/ know it was the sheer size of the bulge in his trunks that made me stumble. Pushing obscenely against the area below the neatly-tied waistband were two round bulges, followed by a beer bottle thick tube that pushed against one leg, already stretching the trunks to it's limit, and peeking it's mushroom head and a few inches right next to his knee. Definitely beat Mikey there. His long legs and giant feet strode towards me, a little unsteady. But I didn't notice. I didn't realize how close the pool was until he was just a few inches away from me, smiling down at me through his sunglasses, his face peeking over his bunched-up globes of muscles. Or maybe his body needed fewer steps to close the distance. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He palmed the bulge in his shorts, and I could swear I saw the cock head stretch downward a little further. Then, in yet another voice that I could feel reverberate through my bones, he simply said, "Hey, Garrett." My pathetic hard-on leaped, spurting another bit of pre-cum on my shorts. It was so hard it hurt. My hands went on autopilot and gripped the tip of the iron-hard dick through the soft mesh. If anything else happened right there, I would blow. And I wanted to blow so bad. Underneath the sterile smell of chlorine I caught a whiff of something completely opposite. Something dirty, hot, but just as heady as the chlorine. It was the musk wafting from his body. He was sweating, the droplets mixing with the pool water and trickling down his arms, abs, and legs. I wanted to get closer. To get a better smell. To get a better look. But my legs wouldn't move. I felt pins and needles. I must've been really out of it, as I didn't hear Big Josh get out of the water and walk up behind his friend. "Garrett," he said finally, leaning to the side and then walking around us until he was behind me, "you remember Kris, right?" He leaned down and all but whispered into my ear. I know he had to lean down because I was only eye-level with the center of his chest as he passed by. Wait, Kris? The other runt my brother always hung out with? I gulped, my eyes straining up to study his face, only to be met by my scrawny warped reflection in his sunglasses. His lips curled up from his shy smile to a smirk at my realization. He took his hand off his churning sack and took off the pair of shades. Fuck. He's so fucking sexy. He looked down at me with the same hungry expression I remember seeing in Michael. Like a predator that cornered his prey. Now I'm not dense; I knew he had a crush on me for a while. He had an awful habit of staring when he thinks I don't notice and turns away too quickly when I start to turn back. I decided to be nice and not say or do anything about it. I never would have imagined the shoe to be on the other foot. But judging from his lustful stare, that might not be entirely true. "Show big bro here what you learned, Kristoff," Josh's words rumbled behind me. I felt hands running down my sides, big enough to wrap around by toned arms, firm but gentle. I couldn't even look back as they started to grope and massage me as the sight in front of me started moving hypnotically. First, one pec twitched. Then the other. Then the first one again, but with more force and control. I could see it bunch up higher before dropping back down. He continued, keeping a steady rhythm as I watched them bounce inches from my face. Did I forget to mention I'm just barely looking up at them, with the nipples pointing at me, hard and thick as my pinky finger? "Do you like it?" Kris spoke. I nodded wordlessly. Did I pass out from the heat? Maybe I'm still in the front yard, unconscious from heat stroke. Wasn't I supposed to do something? Then, like a stray leaf in the wind, the thought disappeared as Kris started running his hands down his heaving chest. He settled briefly at the nips, giving them a brief pinch before scooping the hanging flesh from underneath. Then, he slid them down his abs, the fingers thrumming through the soft ridges. "Or maybe you like these?" He asked. His arms stopped at the waist of his trunks, and he suddenly brought them up in a double biceps pose. "Or maybe these? Grrr" He growled, and flexed. Hard. If I thought Michael's or Joshua's was impressive, it was because I hadn't seen Kristopher's yet. Those heavy ham hocks of muscles wrapped tightly under his skin jumped up and flared against his forearms, pushing and swelling not just higher but outwards, until I saw it. His outstretched fingers grazing the peak of his biceps. That did it. I cried out and my knees buckled. Josh must've been holding me up, because I lost all control as my hips thrust wildly into the air between us, the wet spot in my thin shorts spreading and leaking cum through. I couldn't hold it anymore. I think I kept moaning in the haze. I couldn't tell. "I think he likes all of it," Joshua purred. I must've squeezed my eyes shut at one point. I vaguely noted his hands were no longer caressing my body. I heard some shuffling noises, and then only opened my eyes when I suddenly felt my shorts pushed down in one motion. I was greeted by what looked like a foot and a half of thick, vein-riddled cock. It's massive bulbous head looked at me, bobbing slightly. My own dick, a fraction of it's size, started to rise again, puffing up as if in challenge to the monster in front of me. Then, as if today couldn't get any more surprising, Kris knelt down, the fuck stick slapping against my legs as he did. I felt a bit of of something moist where the tip grazed me. Kris licked his juicy, kissable lips, and without any further delay, dove onto my cock and lapped up the sticky cum I just fired all over myself. "F-fuck!" I hissed. His tongue worked it's way around my dick with ease, moving from root to tip with an achingly tantalizing sweep, his lips pushing them along and kissing each inch. His hot breath made me curl my toes. I could hear him breathe in heavily through his nose. Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed my throbbing meat whole. His nose hit my pubes and he inhaled another deep breath. He moaned, his eyes fluttering, and I had to fight not cumming again so quickly. The vibrations coming from his mouth were short lived, but quickly replaced by a familiar heat and darting tongue. "Fuck!" was all I could say, apparently. I bit my lip, watching this giant going down on me with so much fervor. I craned my neck up, trying so hard to resist blowing. Through my squinted eyes, I saw light reflecting from the pool, and was reminded of the pool in front of me. "Unh," I moaned, suddenly remembering. "Guh, guys-" I started. My brother, who's hands were exploring me moments before, was now groping my ass, effortlessly kneading them in his palms. I moaned again, unable to suppress my pleasure from both ends. I felt my hole tighten, but it was no use as he spread my cheeks apart with ease. My entire body quivered. He was so strong. They both were. And they were doing whatever they wanted with me. Like Michael had after he'd grown. The thought of him made me groan even louder. One of Josh's hands shot up and covered my mouth. "Shh," he whispered. "Don't want mom and dad to know, do we?" I couldn't respond, dizzy with ecstasy, and he took my silence as agreement and slipped some of his fingers into my panting maw. I don't know what came over me, but I started sucking on them, my tongue dancing with his forceful fingers. When he pulled out, I felt the strand of drool touch my shoulder, back, and then then nothing else. Until a wet finger jammed itself at the door of my puckering hole. I groaned again, perhaps a bit too loudly, my tongue lolling from my mouth. Kris continued to peek up at me from below. Joshua paused for a moment, then said, "Let's move a bit over there." I couldn't see where he motioned to, but I think he was signaling towards the area of the pool where Kris was before I saw him. It was a blind spot that you'd miss if you looked out at the pool from inside. Kris' mouth left my dick with a pop and I shivered as the cold air blew around it. He stood up, and I noticed for the first time the trail of pre-come running down his pulsing length and dribbling on his knees. With one swift motion, I was lifted in the air, supported by my bottom and the giant arm wrapped around me, by my not-so little brother. He kept one wet finger at my hole, and I felt it push in a little with each step he took. I squirmed and moaned, my own slick cock flinging pre-come and spit as he walked me over to the side of the pool. 'The pool,' I thought, so close I could just take one jump and dive in there. But Joshua held me firm, his warm body pressing against mine and rendering my struggles useless. Kris followed behind, bringing towels with him, and hastily spread them at the edge of the pool. He laid down, feet dangling into the pool, and motioned us towards him. Josh lowered me down, completely unbothered by my weight, and placed me on my knees straddling Kris' wide chest, my face coming up close and personal with Kris' swinging pride. Kris grabbed my waist and jerked me back a bit, his mouth finding its place and resuming with the same passion he left off with. Something in the back of my mind was vaguely screaming to reach for the water. Instead, I reached for the base of the tower in front of me and pulled it towards my panting mouth. Kris flinched a bit and I felt his python try to jerk back a bit, but I pulled again and tried to fit as much as I could in my mouth. "Muh," I moaned, before being filled with the musky, slick head of his rod. My lips stretched, pushing against the soft, drooling, spongy head as I tried to swallow more and more. My hands found plenty of space to stroke his meat up and down, unable to wrap my fingers all the way around, but doing my damnedest to squeeze and jerk it further into me. His pre-cum allowed my hands to glide with ease. Getting on to his knees, my brother got back into the rhythm of teasing my ass. He went back to kneading and groping, letting out a soft, "yea" or "fuck" as he played with my rear. Both hands on my cheeks now, he spread them apart again. "Someone's a little musky down here." I bucked my hips feeling something else brush along my taint; Kris gagged but kept going. I felt the wind as Josh took a deep whiff through his nose. "Aw yea, worked up a good sweat from mowing that lawn, big bro." I squirmed and moaned, making Kris shudder beneath me, his rhythm almost broken. Then, a tongue brushed along my ass. It stopped, then appeared again, starting at the balls, and pulling up. I shivered and bucked again. It's not long before I have to cum again. Josh kept teasing my ass, becoming braver with each lick and focusing more and more on my hole. When it finally pushed in I squirmed and groaned into the shlong gently fucking my mouth. Kris started to gently thrust, his hips pushing up with such precision and control like a professional porn star. I needed to cum so bad. My balls ached like I hadn't cum in weeks and my cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body from Kris' slurping and sucking. Just when I started to relax, my toes uncurling, and my shoulders stopped tensing, I felt the tongue excavating me from behind retreat. And not a moment after, something bigger and rounder pressed into me. "Mmfhhck!" I tried to shout. I hadn't even seen how big Josh was. And now he was gonna try to fuck me with it? I clenched my eyes shut, bracing for the worst. "You ready for me, Garrett?" It pushed and pushed, my hole squeezed shut but quivering as it became more and more forceful rather than gentle. "You ready for your new big bro's fucking cock?" I could only moan in response. I was so helpless. My arms stopped stroking Kris' pole and moved back to push my cheeks apart. "You want this?" he goaded. He slapped his club against my exposed hole a few times, the feeling of its weight and power making me dizzy. I was their hungry little fuck toy. I nodded fervently, my head bobbing up and down the shaft as I went. "Here it comes, lil' Gare-bear," and he grabbed my thighs and pushed in. The brief second of pain immediately made way for mind-bending pleasure as I came for the second time, unloading whatever's left in my balls down Kristopher's throat. My hole squeezed repeatedly as hard as it could, but Josh's mushroom head kept inflating bigger each time my hole relaxed. "Mmf, mmf, mmfhhck," I kept moaning, my hips spasming between their sculpted bodies. I hadn't been stretched this much since that night with Michael, and the memories from that endless fuck-fest brought a second wind in me. I kept bucking, the orgasm unending, and groaned in pleasure, the noise only coming out as a hum. "Just the head and you're already cumming?" he chided. I heard him chuckle, his deep voice keeping me stiff as board. He pushed in a little more, and I think I squealed if it weren't for the pulsing gag stuffing me. Kris didn't stop. His throat bobbed as he swallowed my load, and then went right back to sucking. Each gulp was followed by a whiff of air through his nose, tickling my balls. My dick should have felt more sensitive like it does post-orgasm, but I was too much in a frenzy to notice. All I knew was that he was still going at it, and I still hadn't gone soft since the moment I walked back here. "We're just starting, squirt." and pushed another few inches in. God! Fuck! How much more is there left? I wanted to turn and look; I needed to know. But the shaft in front of me was now deep enough that my lips were no longer brushing past his head. I couldn't- FUCK! He pushed again- I couldn't turn even if I wanted to. Kris brought his legs up and kept his hips perpetually hovering above the towel. I felt my arms and legs shake, growing weak from staying in this position too long. I wanted to say something, in fact I wanted to say a lot of things. I was lucky for my practice and powerful gag reflex, otherwise I would've- AH FUCK! FUCK!- suffocated long ago on Michael's fucking monster. As for bottoming out? I thought for sure nobody could fill me again the same way Michael had, but now, I already feel like I'm right there with him, down to the hilt, until I felt yet another few inches push in. FUCK! Josh's voiced purred behind me, "almost there, Gare-bear." He's still not done?! Try as I might to move, to talk, or do anything, I was trapped in an endless cycle of pleasure. At this point, I was just along for the ride. Like when Michael- FUUUUCK MEEE! I felt something bump into my balls, and then the heat from his legs so close to mine, and then his pecs on my back as he leaned over me, one thick arm bracing himself, and the other wrapped around my chest. "There. It's all the way in." he panted. I felt his hot breath on my ear. He held me there; everything perfectly still except for the steady gyrating from Kris and the heaving pecs on my back with each breath. I let my arms relax, first holding onto Josh's forearms, then falling limp. I never wanted this moment to end. I felt so full. My mouth sucking on a throbbing shank of man meat. My prick was quietly throbbing in Kris' mouth with pleasure. And Josh, ooh Josh. My little brother, bigger than my best friend and lover, filling my insides so full and deep, I swear I could feel it throbbing and growing inside of me. My bro leaned back, my arms flailing to keep myself above Kris, and slid out what felt to be nearly half of his entire length. I propped myself on my elbows, Kris' member sliding a little further in now that I'm closer to his musky pubes, and let my lower body completely rest on Kris. Still able to breathe through my nose, I let out a contented sigh. Kris grabbed my waist and pushed it out, enough to still be sucking on the head, but then I quickly learned why. Josh grunted and slammed into me, his entire shaft shoving its way back to the hilt and making me see stars all over again. I grunted, too, and my hips were pushed back into Kris' lips, which made him groan. Josh reared back again, a slurping sound filled my ears as he pulled his heavy dick out, and Kris lifted me up once more. Then again, Josh pushed everything back in. I could've sworn he pushed even deeper this time. I cried out in pleasure, muffled by Kris, who couldn't help but moan into me as well. "Ya like that?" Josh pulled back again. "Gonna cum for me?" He slammed back in. "Gonna get us off, too?" He pulled back, my hips now pulling back with him from the suction. "Gonna do what we say?" Slam. "Gonna be our good little sex toy?" Pull back. "Gonna be a good lil' bro?" Slam. He started to pick up speed, getting into the rhythm. Kris couldn't do much now that he was being face-fucked by his buddy through me, so he kept his head still and groaned loudly, his hips starting to buck in unison. I took it all. I was on cloud 9. Every thrust sent my body into orgasm. And it never ended, only ebbing and flowing with their fucking. Like the lapping ripples of the pool. I was being used as a human flesh jack. My body thrown from one to the other. My mind, clouded and numb from the constant pleasure shooting through my body, thought briefly of the pool. Of Michael. Of the wonderful fucking he gave me. I vaguely remembered something he said to me. "I hope I'm still the bigger one after you change." He rubbed his swollen arm and blushed. "I kinda like being the bigger guy," His voice echoed. "Doubt it," I laughed. "You better get your ass ready for me." I had puffed up my chest and leered at him. He guffawed, then swooped me into his arms, pawing at my bare and rigid cock. "Then I guess I better make the most of tonight." He growled. Kris was grunting louder. And thrusting harder. His hands flew up to my head and shoved me down to the root, my face tickled with pubes, as I felt his swollen dick throb, feeling like it stretch my mouth even wider, then pulse and pulse to the rhythm of his groaning. I felt my stomach bulge out as if I was chugging, and moaned as loud as I could on his cock. Josh, unable to hold it any longer, grabbed my neck and carefully pulled me off of Kris, standing up as Kris continued to shoot over himself, the pool, and Josh's legs. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot, lil' bro. You know that?" He growled. He leaned his upper back against the wall of the house, his tree trunk legs planted firmly beside Kris' shoulders, and his meaty fucking arms around my distended belly and neck. I was given a good look at the water again, my hole squeezing him. "Tight and sweaty fucking ass." He said between gritted teeth as he slowly started to pump me on his enormous fucking meat. "Toned little body." He picked up the pace. "And I know what kind of guys you like." I could only make garbled moans and grunts. "You like those huge, morphed bodybuilders, yea?" I gripped his arms and squeezed hard in response. "Those gigantic, freakish, musclemen you have saved on your computer," he continued. He started to make longer strokes, pulling me higher and further away before ramming back into me in smooth, powerful thrusts. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Well you got it. Big muscles. Big dick." He emphasized each "big" with a thrust. I wanted to cry out, but he moved the hand around my neck back to my mouth as I screamed in pleasure. "Shhh," he said, not slowing down in the slightest. "Oh fuck yea," he groaned. "Oh. fuck. yea! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum inside of you, Gare-bear. And you're gonna take every. last. drop." And I was. I was their sex toy now. To be used by the biggest fucking bodybuilders on earth. Fuck. My eyes glazed over. The last thing I saw was the glimmering from the pool, which seemed to darken just as my eyelids drooped shut. Somewhere behind me, my little brother roared, not caring who heard. Not me. I felt something hot gush and grow inside of me, filling me up and pushing my belly out even further. It started to jiggle as I was bounced up and down, I think. I felt something wet hit my stomach, maybe it was mine, maybe it was Kris. I smiled, and then passed out. *** Sticky. Every part of my body felt sticky. Like someone just poured glue all over me. I smelled sex, cum, musk, and a little bit of chlorine. I opened my eyes to the ceiling fan in my room. Well, the room I shared with my little brother. I felt warmth coming from both sides of my body. I tried to move my neck but it ached so bad. Everything ached. Like my very first workout many years ago. I tried to clear my throat and tasted some come. Whatever was on my left stirred and shifted. Then my right. The weight of the bed shifted dramatically and I felt myself being pulled in pulled in both directions. Finally, a head popped into my field of vision as something pressed against the side of my head. I could hear the steady heart beat against my ear. It was Josh's friend, the curly hair flattened against his forehead, his shy smile framed with his plump (albeit redder) lips, and a 5 o' clock shadow that looked thicker than before, some dried cum sticking to it. He looked over and another familiar face came to look at me, another thing pushing into the other side of my head. It was soft, yet hard at the same time. It was my brother, curious, concerned, his expression a touch softer, but still the new-and-improved defined and chiseled appearance surrounded by traps almost reaching his ears. I felt something perk up below me. "Hey bro." he mumbled. I felt another twitch. "You okay?" "Yea." I croaked. "Sore." The two hunks shared a relieved smile with each other. "Was worried we were too much for you. Sorry..." "Yea, sorry." Kris added. I returned the smile, but then suddenly opened my mouth to gasp. The pool! The elixir! I wanted to lurch forward, but my body was just not listening to me. My stomach gurgled. The two looked at me, alarmed. My expression softened as I resigned to my fate. I'm definitely too late. No muscles by the poolside for me. At least it wasn't a complete waste. The guys looked at each other for a bit, sharing a silent conversation, before looking back at me. Josh spoke up. "We, uh, saw you had a few messages from your, um, friend." He started. He turned away and I could hear him rummaging for something. He turned back and brought my phone to my face. The bright light burned my eyes for a bit before I could adjust as I started reading through a slew of texts. It was Mikey. >"Dude did you use the potion yet? Text me back ASAP" >"With pics" >"Oh yeah I got voice to text for my phone" >"Anyways hurry and tell me once you've used the potion. I want to see you so bad" >"Garrett?" >"You better be a hulking muscle bull when spring break is over. I can't wait to see you" >"Did you use your pool yet? Or are you still too chicken shit and 'waiting' for the right moment" I chuckled a bit at the irony of all this. The real muscle bulls watched me, gauging for my reaction. "Let's take a selfie." I said The two glanced at each other again, then plopped down next to me and snuggled as close as they can, their cannonball shoulders now pressing against me. I gave a weary smile, my face, hair, and neck flecked with dried cum. Much more than Kris' face. Click. "What do you want to say?" Josh asked. I thought for a moment, and then decided. "Can you type: The pool worked perfectly. I guess your wish is granted, though. You're still the bigger one." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi everyone! Long time lurker, first time poster. Got inspired by an idea that woke me up in the middle of the night with midnight wood. It was originally just gonna be a short caption, but then I got invested in the backstory and ended up with *gestures vaguely* all this. Gotta ride the wind, I guess. Feedback is more than welcomed!

You know the best thing about being gay while in 6th form boarding school? Teen Muscle! At 18 years old, everyone was rich enough to afford the best. Gym membership, private clubs and tons of high end sports like polo. Fair enough, I was the skinny little guy who was more maths based. But my great wet dream, Danny Bose, he was boner fuel. He was not mega big, but years of rugby and karate has given him the tightest chest, beefy pecs, and the cutest arms with biceps like small melons. He was like a lean Trunks from Dragonball Z! Of course, he wasn’t gay. I would follow him into the showers, just chatting about movies. Over time, I’d talk to him about girls he liked - it was my sneaky way of making him get a little hard. His wonderful cock, a nice 7 inches with sexy blue veins like his biceps, would plump as we spoke and as the water tricked down the various bumps and grooves on his tight, well worked chest. I did this for a few months, blowing my load the second I was back in my room. But I needed more - I needed to know what he felt like. He was like soft marble - perfect and hard and...... mmmmmmm I had a plan. An extreme one. A few days later, I was waiting in the showers. I made sure I kept him on the field to chat, that way we had the locker room to ourselves. In the shower, I put the plan into action. “You know, there is a rumour you are a fag, Danny”. “What? Where the fuck did you get that from?!” “Well I was saying to a few of the guys that we never see you with a girl, and given how much you seem to spend on hair care and stuff, you just seem a bit poof like”. “What the fuck! You’ve been telling people I’m gay just because I look after myself!” “Yea. I’m doing you a favour. You are clearly after some dick. I’m just lubing you up. You seem like a bottom”. That was it. Finally. He through the first punch. Breaking my nose. I didn’t care - I created the situation I needed. There in the showers, naked, I lunged at him. We wrestled, he tossed me around and kicked me. I punched him in the abs - oh fuck me! So hard, so wonderful! The slapping sound my weak hand made against them...... mmmmmm He stood over me, over my beaten body. “This is what you fucking asked....... why are you smiling you freak?” I looked up at him. “Someone is at half mast, stud”. He looked down and found all the physical exertion and testosterone has indeed started to give him a boner. “Awwwwwww yea”. I started to jerk my rock hard dick. He looked totally confused, as the guy who just picked a fight and lost is now jerking off. It then dawned on him. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Danny flexed his right bicep. It was already swole thanks to the fight. A sexy vein snaked it’s way around it. “You utter freak. Stay away from me”. Danny then turned, showing his back which was about an inch bigger thanks to our workout. That’s all I needed. “YEAAAAAAAAA”. I came everywhere. As I lay, beaten in my own cum, I knew what was needed now. I. Need. Muscle. That was the hottest experience of my life. But now I need to dominate that prefect, hard, powerful body. I need to blow myself up. I spent the whole night getting ready. I contacted a personal trainer and I was very upfront. “You will get more cash the bigger I get. I need to be big, and I must be strong as I need these muscles to dominate a mini superman. I need muscle more than anyone who have worked with. I will inject any steroid you can get me. Get me to the stage where I am so ripped that veins cover my face”. He seemed very shocked, but money talks. My first time in his private gym was hard. The barbel wouldn’t move. Pull-ups could not happen. Times 2 and 3 were hardly better. Even the roids were only giving me a little beef, but they did jack up my sex drive. “Kyle, why isn’t it working, and don’t give me that shit about it taking time. Push me to the extremes”. Kyle, a bit of a stud (it’s why I picked him) looked confused. He had never had a client like me. I walked over to him, and without a word, I grabbed his dick. “Ok stud. I picked a gay trainer for a reason. I’m going to suck you dry because I’m desperate for dick, and I think the protein in your cum will be good for me. Use my mouth as much as you want - let this be your incentive to work me harder”. With that, I ripped down his shorts, and put the slightly innocent Kyle into my mouth. A true twunk / buff but thick. I don’t think he’s had a twink who could deepthroat before. He came hard as I stoked his abs. I then leaned up, sat on his beefy quads and stoked his biceps, as I licked his cum off of my chin. “So, what we are you going to do to make me as big and as hard as your dick?” After that event, the steroids got more extreme and he cancelled all clients so we could have two, three hour workouts a day. They were so brutal, they made me puke. But that was ok. With each rep, with the pain and the chemicals, I would spurt a little pre cum - “I’m gonna make you my bitch, Danny”. A few weeks later, I was sat in my dorm. I won’t lie, I was jerking off again in front of my mirror. Gone was the twink who’s ribs you could see. My 6 pack was firmly there, my arms were not that of a bodybuilder but I could easily out arm wrestle most gymnasts. I had a shit-eating grin on my face as I powered by cock up and down, looking at the new veins pumping power to my traps and arms. My new, enhanced body, was something from the front page of fitness mags. “Grrrrrrr”. I flexed my left 18 inch bicep as I felt a fresh stream of pre cum on my knuckles. I licked it off as I stopped wanking. I’d been edging myself for hours. There more horny I was, the stronger I felt. It was like all the testosterone was building up in me and infusing my buff bod. I was ready. I exploded into a most muscular. “FUCK YESSSSSSSS”. I was grinning so hard that drool ran down my face as my muscles fought each other for space. If Danny looked like a lean trunks, I looked like him as an adult, powered up, after a hard work out and jerk session. Time for Danny. But what to wear!? I opted for a track suit, formally baggy but now tight. I wanted him to see what I had done to myself. Id arranged him to meet the Head of our 6th form - fake email. He would meet me in the gym, alone. “Hey Danny”. Danny turned like a rocket in the half lit gym. “James? Haven’t seen you for weeks”. “Oh, you mean not since I wanked over you and you got nice and hard using your muscles to beat me” “You asked for it!” He spat. “Oh Danny. You have no idea what I’ve been asking for. I’ve been asking for so so much. And you know what, I got everything I want in this gym. I’ve got my ultimate wank fantasy, and I’ve got THIS”. With that, I ripped my top off to expose my bloated upper body. Danny gawked at me. “So........ big. What.... how.....”. “Oh” I breathed with excitement. “I’ve been throwing a ton of iron around, injecting steroids by the caseload, all the while, wanking myself silly over you. You see, I’m bigger and harder than you, by far. But to me, you are the ultimate sexual fantasy. You are like a muscle growth fantasy. The super buff little brother”. Expressing the fantasy was too much for me. “CHECK ME THE FUCK OUT”. I ripped off the bottoms and my pants. “Tell me what looks bigger, harder and more ripped!” With that, I flexed my arm harder than ever, and brought it down next to my rock hard cock. Both covered in veins, both quivering with the effort. Danny stood there. “I’m straight!” He screamed in his head. Yet, how many times had he secretly jerked off to that day when he overpowered someone and they jerked off to him. The power. The manly power. It was better than any girl. And now, this twink, he was harder than any man, and had turned himself into a cocky, steroid addict, muscle bound prince! All for him! Danny let get go. “You...... are hot”. He mumbled it at first. Then he let his hand gently grab his bulge as it inflated. “I can’t believe you made yourself this fucking sexy, for me. I...... I think I should thank you”. With that, Danny pealed off his flannel shirt and jeans. There he was. Finally. In his glory. Tighter than before, harder dick than before. Perfect. I stepped forward. I was now losing my sanity. The edging. All that built up cum. Plus the roids. I couldn’t hold back. I tossed Danny against the wall. I could feel every inch of his hard body. “Struggle. Struggle you bitch. Let me feel you. Feel how weak you are against me super bod. Fucking feel the beast you have turned me into”. Danny has tears running down his face, as he totally scrapped his sexuality and came over all the abs this Adonis. I licked his dick and drained it. It tasted better than I dreamt. “Well, maybe it’s time for me to cum”.

Well you already know how I absolutely love this @brawnygods! Such a fantastic and creative idea - a postcard from the MU store featuring a fuck off huge statue of it's founder Charles Montgomery. Seriously awesome, mate! And I can't not mention the brilliant Hogwarts style seal with the little symbols in each corner! Such a great little touch. Not sure whats poor Mamma Henderson would make of Charles' shiny fig leaf though! Thanks again for doing this and I can not fucking WAIT for the other art to come!

This is exciting. Really enjoying the slow takeover and slow growth, my favorite type of story!

Good start

Of course. He is a great writer after all.

Very cool that the author is letting you post the rest of his story here. It's so well written! And of course, sexy too!

Protect and Serve by Chapter 4 - Investigations 9 weeks After Declann Left Denver - 5 Months After The Accident Spring was having one last gasp before the early June heat came to the Southwestern United States. Along with such amazing weather came an army of thousands of people on the move. Motorcycles were out barrelling down the highways. RV’s and vacationers were making their way west to the Grand Canyon and to the California beaches. But, one man was bucking the westward trend. He was driving east, driving toward the place he called home and the arms of the man he loved. Detective Sergeant John Declann was cruising down the I-40 toward Albuquerque, New Mexico and his turn north on the I-25 to Colorado. Driving down the road, with his newly evolving taste for hard rock blaring through custom audio, John’s mind began to wander toward the near future. This John Declann was so different from the man who had left Denver two months ago. There were physical changes sure. He was not minimizing that as he thought about how things were about to change. Minimizing him was VERY hard to do anymore, he thought. He would have to talk to Gabriel about the physical changes first before anyone else, even before he went to his own home to drop off his bags. But, he couldn’t think about Gabriel yet because what if his Angel did not like-- Gabriel had not seen him since he was 5’9”. What if -- No, not yet…. John forced himself to move from thinking about his angel and how his body had changed, to the other things that came with this “incognito kit” he was wearing. This muscle jock bodybuilder persona had started out as a cover. But now - now he had become that man more than he ever thought possible. Here he was, John Declann - a man who 5 months ago would not have been seen anywhere in public without a short sleeve shirt and slacks - running down the highway in a Jeep Wrangler with the top down, dressed in a stringer tank from Gold’s Gym Venice, short workout shorts that left most of his legs easily visible, and no bull sneakers. And what is more, he was not embarrassed or self conscious - HE LOVED this. Through the months, he had become addicted to this, looking like this, feeling like this. In many ways, John - the real John - had been freed. He felt such freedom. He was still the old John at his core - still a dedicated law man. Still a sense of justice and right and wrong and protecting the innocent. But, it was as if the changes in his body had also changed his confidence. The “good natured” cocky jock which had started out as a role play in Colorado Springs had integrated into his life. It was not a role he was playing anymore. It was HIM now. And what is more, people treated John so differently now. It never ceased to amaze him just how much. Some of it was innocent enough. Like the time he stopped into Best Buy for a new sd card for his phone and a salesperson tried to sell him a 10,000 dollar home theater setup. He was sweaty and smelly and dressed in rather filthy gym clothes after a workout and shirtless outdoor run in Phoenix. There was no way he looked like he could afford something that extravagant. Yet, the staff seemed to want to be near him and please him. Like the time he pulled into Ruby Tuesday in Las Vegas for a steak, sweet potato, and broccoli. Nice, quick, on-the-go muscle building meal, and good staff that took care of him. But as he left the restaurant and made his way to his vehicle, there was a loud wolf-whistle behind him. John turned around to see that several male and female staff had come out, and his own waitress held up her arm and flexed. John could not resist and flashed a cocky smile and popped his arm up and flexed. All of the staff smiled and clapped and genuinely looked a bit turned on to see it. John smiled again and dropped his arm and drove away. Then there was his Jeep. This beauty really made John chuckle at the thought of how he got it. His old “sensible” car had become rather -- claustrophobic -- as the weeks of his assignment went by. Besides, putting aside the fit and comfort issue, he had always had an idle daydream of having a Jeep. It was not that he could not afford one. He could. John was always careful with money. It was just that he never felt like he belonged in one. Jeeps were for other men, not him, he had once thought. But now - now he was different than before. So different that it seemed perfectly natural when he pulled into the Jeep dealership in Los Angeles. John remembered the salesman gawking a bit as he came into the showroom though he was in a t-shirt and well fitting jeans. John had power over others for years through his badge. That was power through fear. John understood that and was careful of its use and who he used that on. This power though. This was almost a positive power rather than the power his badge gave him. The power of attraction, he wondered? The power a natural leader has over people who want to follow. Was this what some of the bodybuilders and models he had talked with and gotten to know over his investigation meant about how some people seemed to naturally follow them in what they wanted, even though they were not trying to take advantage of anyone. John decided on a whim to push on this feeling he inspired in others and see where it led. Just to see what would happen. The results were magical. John wound up in a Jeep that matched him so perfectly, he thought most of the sales staff at the Jeep dealer were going to cream in their pants when they saw him sitting in it. Moreover they gave him an incredible deal. Gave him more for his trade than his car was worth. An extremely low interest rate, far too low in fact. They gave him rebates and even the REAL employee discount. John never asked for any of that - he was just being friendly, but they wanted to give it to him. He even protested at some of what they gave him, but the staff would not hear of being told no. So, he drove off the lot in a brand new, fully loaded, gunmetal grey Jeep Wrangler for less in monthly payment than he had on his old car. Now, this beauty he was in was a God send. He knew that the way he was now, he would not have been able to drive his old car without great difficulty. He would have looked like a clown in one of those circus car gags. Even though he still had to take the seat all the way back in the Jeep to drive comfortably, at least he didn’t feel balled up anymore. John had also learned one thing about all of this “influence” he seemed to be developing very quickly. How those people responded to him now could be very intoxicating. The attention, the ego boost. He was certain even the people back at the Sheriff’s office would treat him differently. Hell, a fair few might not even recognize him. It could make anyone not only cocky, but things far more negative and cruel. To think he was somehow better than others. But he also resolved never to forget who he was just a few months ago, and to never let the attention get to his head like some he had met. Now John could have some fun, could enjoy what he was building, could even have some fun being cocky and humble a few people, but he would never let it consume him. He would never leave behind the people who got him here - and most of all, he would never leave the best parts of the John Declenn who existed long before the accident and before Dec came along. John glanced back in the rear view mirror to check out cars behind him, since traffic was mounting as he came into the outskirts of the city. As he did so, his eyes fell to the items on the back seat. Behind his duffle of travel clothes (almost all of which were replacements as his clothes from home had not fit in a while) and his gym bag, there were two computers locked in cases. In one was his secure laptop that allowed him to connect to law enforcement agency websites he needed to use through this case. But, what was more important was in the other one. This one had been specially built for him before he left Denver. Even greater security. Evidence collection and tracking software installed. In it, John had all of the items of evidence he had set out to find, all of it and more. It had taken time, patience and ... whatever it was that was happening to him that made doors open to make the pieces fit together. Along with his growing charisma, the growing HIM had seemed to grease the wheels more and more as he had driven west, following the trail of leads and the flow of steroids that he had come to recognize in Boulder to their source. That was not to say he had it easy. He had run into more than a few dead ends and false leads, until three informants along the way helped him connect all the dots. In fact, his stop off in Albuquerque was to check on one of those informants, to make sure he had all the resources he needed when the shit hit the fan with what was to come. But the most important thing was --- HE HAD THEM NOW. The chain of distribution of illegal anabolics that followed military bases and nearby civilian gyms from the introduction point at the US border outside of San Diego and the Naval bases there, all the way to Boulder and Warren Air Force Base in Wyoming and beyond. He even had “samples” of products that he had been able to purchase along the way documenting the flow from the labs. The small time underground labs he had encountered, he took note of, but they were nothing really worth prosecuting. They were not even connected, and all that would ever come of taking those down was “slap on the wrist” time and a lot of people in the sport who would be driven toward the more nasty, violent suppliers. What was amazing was the sheer size of this ring he had cracked. This was even larger than he had suspected in Boulder. With what was collected in that case - in investigation notes and photos and observations and recorded conversations - he had dozens of men, maybe hundreds, by the fucking balls, and all he had to do was close his fist and listen to the howl. John smiled almost fiendishly as he thought about it. Grown men and women taking the risk was one thing. If they understood and wanted to roll the dice, OK. John did not approve of the crimes that were happening in the distribution, but they were adults. What made John’s blood boil were the kids. He had seen the leftovers of kids, fucking children, who these fuckwads had sold to just to make a buck, and it had devistated them. So many gay and bi kids, wanting a “perfect body” when they were still growing pups. But no more. Those kids would be avenged legally and properly. And even more personally, he knew he had Heath, Palmer, and Strickland, by the throat and they did not have the foggiest idea of what was coming. From Heath's old army buddy in Salt Lake, right down to Strickland's nephew distributing in Omaha, he had it all. He was going to enjoy tossing their asses inside the pods as prisoners. John’s veiny hand thrummed mindlessly as he thought about what would happen to them when they had to live with people they had thrown into jail in the first place. He had everything to shut down the entire operation. But, then his mind switched gears. The one thing he was truly afraid of in all of this wormed its way into his thoughts. Gabriel. God, how would Gabriel react to him? Would Gabriel accept him as he was now? Would he be comfortable? What if his angel left him? His eyes began to mist even at the thought, causing him to blink hard to keep his vision clear. He had called Gabriel just 24 hours prior, on his personal phone and not one of the burners that they had become accustomed to. John heard his angel’s voice, and Gabriel guessed immediately from the tone of his words what had happened. John was done, and he was ready to come home. For weeks, Declann had dreamed of what this moment would be like, when he held Gabriel in his arms again. What it would feel like now that he was so much … more. He had been pawning off his deepening voice as a cold for weeks now. Gabriel said it was sexy. At least that lie, the only one he had ever told Gabriel, would be over soon. He would have his Gabriel back. At least he hoped so. And he would never leave him, not again. Not for this long. But, John was nervous about how to even start. To just blurt it out on a phone would sound like a joke. To just showing up on the door and … could be even worse, but what choice was there? John wished and prayed and cajoled anything that had more power than he that Gabriel would like this. All he wanted to do was make Gabriel happy. God, he wanted his angel as happy as he was now. He knew Gabriel would figure out what was going on. He would have to do this test or that and wade through some wild medical waters, but Gabriel would know. That was the nature of his lover. And they did need to know. He just wanted so much for Gabriel to be able to adjust to the new him and accept him for who he is becoming. John whipped off the freeway into the Albuquerque suburbs. All over the road, people were looking at the Jeep and its occupant. John was still getting used to that. It seemed so foreign, yet, so much damned fun. He pulled into the gym parking lot that was his destination. The informant he wanted to check on was a trainer here, and he needed to do some legs, and … John paused and laughed at himself. Look at how much of him had become so invested in lifting. Sure, it was part of the investigation, and he needed to look the part. But, it wasn’t acting now. Now, he could not imagine life without this. He loved the power he felt as he got a pump, as the weights kept going up, the attention he kept getting everywhere he stopped as he … Fuck he loved it. He had been at this gym last one month before, and he wondered what the reaction would be as he secured the jeep and walked through the door. *** Gabriel sat on his couch in his apartment watching BBC Online. He could never quite divorce himself from TV from home when he got the rare opportunity to watch. Besides, John would be home soon and he just wanted to sink into his arms and share a kiss, a kiss he knew would be so much better than the last one they had those months ago. Absence had definitely made his heart grow fonder. As an old episode of Blue Planet began to play on the set, Gabriel’s door buzzed. Someone had put his personal code into the security gate keypad. He almost lept to his feet and skipped to the door like an excited school girl, since there were VERY few who knew that code. But as he came close to the door, he stopped and gave a cursory glance at the hidden door monitor. His heart stopped cold. Some behemoth, easily dwarfing almost everyone on his special forces protection detail, stood at the door. Fear swept over him, and he was about to hit his panic/response button to alert the military that he was in danger when he heard a voice. “Hello Gabriel. It’s John. It’s OK, Angel. You can let me in.” Gabriel seemed to have a mental disconnect in that moment. Here coming from the speaker was the voice he had come to know over the phone in the last few weeks as his lover who had been suffering with a spring cold. But the body the voice was coming from.... This person was nothing like the slightly taller, solid build man, he had last seen those months ago. Gabriel responded like a zombie, reflexively, as he slowly took the handle and opened the door. His eyes went WIDE as he looked up and UP at a man who might have a hard time fitting through the opening without bending and turning sideways. His jaw literally fell open a bit as he could not believe it. Gabriel began to back away from the door in fear, but then, it was the face of the giant man that made him stop. That face. His face. It was John in every way that mattered, but more refined than he remembered. Square chin, angle jaw, a face more like Henry Cavil than John Declann if you were not SURE who you were looking at. And then - shit - that body. Huge slabs of muscle seemed to pour out of everywhere. The tank top and shorts John had on seemed to barely be able to contain him, although they had to be BIG just to fit him. Gabriel’s hindbrain responded instinctively at the sight of the man, but his higher brain struggled to stay in control. “John?” Gabriel said, barely above a shocked whisper. John could not stop himself. He took a step in, grabbed Gabriel around the back and waist and lifted him up into a hug. John inhaled Gabriel’s scent. “Fuck, I missed you SO MUCH.” John’s deep rich bass voice said, a voice that was beginning to crack with emotion. Gabriel was tense in the hug until that moment, when he felt HIS MAN under all this muscle. John was so much bigger, but it was still him. The same feeling, the same eyes, the same scent, only more powerful. Gabriel relaxed and sank into those arms and pecs, feeling tears begin to well. He put his trembling hands around the now chiseled jawline of John and leaned in. Their lips locked and mouths opened into a devastating kiss. Their souls mixed once again as they slowly explored each other. They seemed frozen in time, locked in that kiss. The only give away that any time was passing at all was the rapid heart beats of both men. Finally, John broke the kiss and buried his head on Gabriel’s neck, just nuzzling and taking in the smell that calmed him so. Gabriel returned the hug as best as he could around Declann’s much wider shoulders while he still hung motionless in the air suspended by John’s arms. They held that hug for what seemed like forever. John held Gabriel off the ground, as close as he could, Gabriel hugging him back, his head resting on the mammoth shoulder before him, just inhaling each other. John walked them both into the home before releasing Gabriel from the hug and putting him down close to the couch. Gabriel almost fell over from the sheer release of emotion. John steadied him, guiding him to be seated along with him - the sofa creaking softly as John’s weight hit it. Gabriel was still speechless, and all he could manage was another soft whisper, “John …” Gabriel sounded almost pained. Hearing that tone, John’s emotions overtook him and tears began to well up in the great man’s eyes. “Gabriel, I'm so, so sorry. I tried to tell you over and over. But I couldn’t. It never felt right. You would have never believed me. I barely believe it myself. Just, please, please say you are OK with this.” John trailed off. Gabriel took the man’s huge mitt of a hand and rested it into his rock hard crotch. Gabriel smiled and the cloud over John seemed to instantly lift. He let out a sigh, “You are still my John. I will never stop loving you. It is just … a shock is all. How, how big are ...?” John smiled. “6’5” as of yesterday. The rest of me, well I tried my best to keep a log for you. I knew you would want that. But it started to be hard for me to measure myself.” John turned red at the admission. “I was able to get a few coaches at other gyms to take measurements of me when they were trying to get me to sign up with them and…” “Sign up with them?” John’s smile widened and just the hint of a cocky smirk crossed his face. “Well, wouldn’t you want to try to get me as a client with this?” John lifted his arms up and pulled them down into a huge double biceps. Gargantuan balls of muscle sprang into existence, looking more like mountains rising up, covered with rivers of veins, big and small. Gabriel could not help himself but reach up to feel, and he pulled back almost instantly. The flesh was warm, but so hard. He thought a sledge hammer would shatter like broken glass if it was to hit them, they were that hard. Gabriel’s crotch developed a tiny spot as a spasm shook his cock as he again experimentally touched the monstrous muscle. John dropped the pose. “I was undercover as a bodybuilder after all. I kind of had to learn this stuff. But strangely,” John’s mouth again turned into a sexy half smile as he made the admission, “I think I like it.” John then sat back and related the whole story. Heath. Discovering the steroid distribution ring. Tracing it. How he had all that he needed to take back to the Office. How he just seemed to grow and grow. The more he lifted the bigger and stronger and taller and better he became. But also how he was even more flexible, better at his martial arts despite the size. Gabriel sat back, now much more composed as he had somewhat adjusted to the sex god boyfriend cop he had sitting before him. “John, before any of that, we have to know what is happening. If it is a threat to you --” John put his hand out and placed the massive paw over Gabriel’s now dainty, by comparison, hand. “I know babe. I know. No one knows I am back yet. Not even the sheriff. I wanted us to have the time we needed. Besides we need to tell Cook something, and I figured I would need your help with that as soon as we know what to tell him. All the steroid abuse in the world can’t make you get taller.” Gabriel put up a finger to John’s lips, and John went quiet. He reached over to the small couch table behind where he was sitting and grabbed that same government issued cell phone he had used months before in the hospital parking lot. “Yes, Doctor?” came the reply. “Jack, is anyone else there?” “No Dr. York, not at this time of night. Just myself and the guard details. Do you need-” “No, just you is fine. In fact, I prefer that it be just you and me. John and I will be there shortly. Something … well it is just easier to see to believe. But, I want you to get the system ready for a full analysis. And, get those guards out of sight of anything except… Jack have them help you move some of the training equipment into the procedure room. I want the scanners to get a crack at you working out John so I can run some simulations.” Gabriel looked up to John and asked, “What is a good exercise --” Jack was totally confused, thinking the comment was meant for him, “Good exercise, what?” Then he heard a bass that sounded oddly familiar say, “Flat bench press should be easiest for them to move without a lot of hassle.” Gabriel started to relate what John had said, when Jack replied. “I heard him. Gabriel is that John?” Gabriel blew out his breath a bit. He didn’t want to get into this over the phone. But he needed Jack right now. No one knew this area of the research better. Jack knew musculoskeletal physiology better than even Gabriel did. “Yes. It’s John. Like I said, you need to see him. BUT, no one else. Do you understand Jack?” York paused for emphasis. “No one else.” “Of course Dr. York. I’ll make sure the guards are all out doing something for a while. They’re bored anyway. And I’ll put the security system into diagnostics for a few hours. If I am understanding what you are wanting...” “Exactly Jack. You know exactly what I mean. We are on our way as soon as I hang up.” “Gabriel, is it appropriate to show John where we are with everything shut down?” “Jack what does John not already know about what we are doing?” Gabriel said matter of factly. Jack chucked. “That’s true. I’ll be ready when you get here.” “Thanks Jack. We both owe you one.” Gabriel hung up the phone and looked at John. “Well, are you ready to come with me?” John stood up, remembering the day Gabriel had accepted his invitation for a first date. John smiled a smile that would have made millions faint. “I already said yes.” And Gabriel immediately understood. “Just where are we going though?” “Idaho Springs. Isolated mountains northwest of town. You would never even know the facility was there unless you knew what you were looking for. On the outside, it looks like a small rural health doctor’s office. Anyway, you’ll see.” Gabriel grabbed his car keys, but John held a smile. “No offense Angel. But your Volvo is a little cramped these days. We will take my car.” Gabriel wondered how John’s sensible car was any more roomy than his own, but what did he know. Maybe John had made some modifications. He dropped his keys on the table, and the pair held hands as they left the apartment. --- A few hours later found John and Gabriel pulling into a small dirt parking lot surrounding a nondescript house. The only real distinguishing feature of the home was a placard attached to the wooden gate surrounding the property. Just as the Jeep pulled in, John was able to make it out: “P. Seaton, M.D. Colorado Rural Health Consortium. By Appointment Only” Gabriel told John to park in a very particular space, three of John’s Jeep widths to the right of the porch stairs, which would alert Jack that they were there. Gabriel and John waited in the Jeep for a moment until they saw light appear from the overhead lamp on the house’s porch. “OK, “Gabriel said, “Jack should be coming up the elevator now. We can go up.” John and Gabriel exited the Jeep and began walking to the porch with Gabriel taking the lead. As they did, the door opened, and both men recognized Jack coming out. “Gabriel, what’s so important that we had to take such precautions for Johnnnn… “ Jack’s sentence trailed to a stop as John came up into the light. “Oh my God.” Jack said. “Hello Jack. It is good to see you again.” John said, smirking just the smallest bit. Jack started trying to take the scope of John in for a few moments, just as Gabriel had. Declann stepped up to Jack and extended his hand, enveloping the six foot tall trainer-physiologist’s hand in his own. It was disconcerting for Jack to feel small. Jack usually outsized most people in the gym. But Jack felt almost microscopic right now as he looked up into John’s eyes. “This is what is so important Jack. I think you understand now why I wanted everything recording off. John has been away for 9 weeks. No one has seen this. We need to find out why.” Gabriel said. Jack took his slightly shaking hand away as John released it. John could not help but smile openly now. He loved Jack. Jack had a hand in giving him this new life, a big one. But there was a certain amount of satisfaction in being the bigger and stronger one now. Of outgrowing your mentor and inspiration. Gabriel led John and Jack into the house, which John could now see was empty, a total facade. They went through a metal security door and then down an elevator, which led to the underground facility that John had so recently called home. Once on the subterranean ground floor and again familiar with where he was, John stode as confidently as ever toward the procedure room where those few months prior he had gone through such agony. But before going in Jack asked them to stop. Having now seen John, he asked if they could grab more plates from the physiotherapy area. Jack said he knew they would not have enough. Gabriel went on into the procedure room control area to make sure the system was set up the way he wanted, while Jack and John fetched the extra plates. Moments later, Jack came in with a 45 plate in each hand. John, however, carried 4 in his hands, two 45’s in each, as if they were as light as good china dishes for the table. John noted that the large table that he had been operated on was still there, but it looked like it had been moved on some grooves in the floor to one side. Now, under the sensor was a standard flat bench with an Olympic bar and collars. Gabriel’s voice came over the loudspeakers. “John. I am going to let the system get a new baseline scan of you first, OK. Just stretch out on the bench and be still.” John reclined leisurely on the bench and relaxed, as if he were getting ready to do a set. Just as before, the system above him came alive. But, before the screen display posted John’s measurements, Jack and John heard, “HOLY FUCK” come across the speakers. When the screen display came up, Jack was not far behind in the sentiment. Declann, J. Subject 0001 Height: 6’5” Weight: 286.92 lbs Neck: 21.75 inches Chest: 59.03 inches Waist: 33.71 inches Forearms: 20.02 inches Upper Arms: 23.19 inches Thighs: 32.68 inches Calves: 21.13 inches John looked up and smiled a smile only bulking bodybuilders seem to have, “Hey, pecs really are bigger than the last time I was able to get a good measure. I told Gabriel that I was having a hard time with the measuring tape. Guess it was the tape only going to 60 inches that was messing me up.” An unconscious ripple went across the thick slabs as John was thinking about them. Both Gabriel and Jack were mesmerized just looking at the numbers. John waited for a moment before he realized what was happening. He then burst out laughing. “Hey. Earth to Docs, Earth to Docs. Weren’t you going to test me building muscle instead of just looking at me? Granted, I am totally irresistible to you mere mortals, but-- ” John just could not help the smartass remark, his confidence and tendency for mischievousness having grown right along with his body. Jack just looked at him and smiled broadly, “You keep up with that shit and I’ll put the electrodes back on.” John immediately held up his hands in defeat. He HATED being connected to the nerve stimulation machine they had used to test his repaired neural pathways the first week of his stay. “OK, OK. You’ve got me. I went to kindergarten. I’ll play nice with others.” “That’s better you muscle bound hunk of meat.” Gabriel said through the speaker which made Jack and John burst out laughing again. Gabriel’s absolutely proper Queen’s English accent had no business speaking like that, and the two Americans found it hilarious. “Stop laughing at me, you two.” “OK, fine. But, you know you are cute when you get upset.” John yelled up. “John, you wanted me to be serious. So, I am. OK. What I want you to do is start at 135 lbs for 10 reps and then start going up in weight. Oh, how far CAN you go up in weight?” “I think I brought enough in for you to see. 495 stresses me some toward the end, but I should be able to get some solid reps out of it with a spot.” John replied matter of factly. That again brought silence and looks of shock from the pair of scientists. “Gabriel, Jack. I told you that I am even stronger than I look. Have been since this all started. It is like I get stronger before I get bigger.” “OK John, just do the lifts the way you know how. I want to see this.” Gabriel said. John placed himself on the bench and prepped his body and mind. Even though this didn’t amounted to a warm up weight for him anymore, he always followed the exact same pre-lift ritual. After his paralysis, even just 48 hours of it, he had become extremely wary of injuries that could be prevented by just doing things right. John easily lifted the bar and cranked out 10 reps. John racked the bar and got up to add a second plate. He again set himself in position and put up 10 easy reps. With the third plate, Jack asked, “You need a spot John?” John just chuckled. “Nah, not yet. I’ll let you know.” John then sat under 315 and cranked out the same ten reps as easily as he had 135 pounds. To see such perfect motion, Jack just marveled - and looked a little downcast. Seeing this in a man who could not bench press at all just 5 months ago, was a bit emasculating to the lifelong brilliant athlete. John noticed. While he had fun doing this to some asses in the gym, making Jack feel like he was anything less than a man was not what he ever wanted to do. “It isn’t so hard when you have a good teacher who showed you what to do in the first place.” Jack looked up at John and thanked him with his eyes. John then went to the 405 on the bar. John lifted the bar and cranked out 10 reps, although he started to slow a bit on the last few. As John re-racked, Gabriel said down, “Jack, you are going to want to see this.” John was putting the fifth plate on. “What is it?” “I’ve never seen anything like this on anything we have ever done. But I want the last challenging set to be sure.” John looked over to Jack as he crawled under the bench. “I could use that spot now Jack. Thank you. I can lift it off fine. Should be able to make at least 5 on my own. Hey Gabriel - do you want us to force out a couple of reps. I have been doing that while I’ve been gone.” “Yes, please.” Gabriel replied. “That might help me understand this.” John grasped the bar, blew out a breath and then lifted the bar up and into position. Slow, but clean and fluid, John put up the bar for 1...2....3...4...5 reps. He went down for 6. John let out a roar as he came up from his chest and powered through the sticking point. “Jack” John said as he went down again, signalling his former mentor to move into position. This time, John hit the sticking point and stopped, but just a pair of fingers sliding under to touch the bar was enough for John to power through for 7. Jack gave a more substantial spot for reps 8, 9, and 10. John reracked with a “Fuck Ya.” escaping his lips, his breathing slightly pushed more rapid from exertion and a light sheen of sweat glistening his body. He felt GREAT - and that was a new record. If he had actually taken rests, he knew he had a lot more reps in him. Jack looked at John. It was amazing. John has just cranked out 50 reps. Most at a weight seasoned gym guys would have difficulty with, if they could do it at all. And he did it with essentially no rest in between. 50 reps, 30 of which were over 315 pounds with no rest. The power was extraordinary, and, even as a straight man, Jack felt a small stir in his crotch for the incredible display of sheer manhood before him. “Come on John, I’ll take you upstairs.” John followed Jack up to the control room where Gabriel sat staring at the readings intently. Jack pulled up a chair beside him, while John stood towering behind, looking down at the monitors, but not really understanding the long list of numbers he was seeing. Jack however let out a loud “SHIT” as he saw what the computer had recorded through the last lift. “What do you make of it Jack? I have a feeling, but that is just impossible. I don’t see how it could be.” Jack replied, “Let me see all of it develop in real time.” Jack watched for fifteen minutes as he replayed each set’s data over and over again. As he played them, his face became more and more stunned. Finally he said, “Gabriel, if you are thinking a full multi-organ systemic adaptation response of some wild kind, you are seeing what I am seeing.” John piped up in his loud, deep voice, “Care to interpret for us laymen.” Gabriel and Jack turned around in their chairs. At a gesture from Gabriel, Jack took the lead. “John, you might want to sit down for this.” John walked a few paces, grabbed another rolling chair, and brought it back sitting down. “OK. The easiest way I can explain this. You have been around bodybuilding a few months and you remember what I taught you briefly. Do you remember the process your body goes through to put on muscle mass?” “Yes, you told me that first my nerves would adapt, making me lift more weight but not growing any muscle at first. The nerves would make the muscle I have more efficient. Only once the nerves had adapted all they could, would my body grow more muscle to make up for that. That’s why you can lift more weight at first, but you don’t see new muscle growth for a while.” “Yes, John, basically that is right. Now, what is happening to you is this same idea, only taken to a whole new level I have never seen before. The new DNA in your system is making it so that your nerves adapt to any stimulation incredibly fast. Which is making you grow new muscle and get stronger incredibly fast. You with me so far?” “Yes” “Well, the part we have never seen before is … when your body’s muscle mass has adapted all it can, like your nerves do, the new DNA is forcing your skeleton itself to grow taller and bigger to be able to handle growing more muscle mass. It is like a third level in hypertrophy - literal skeletal hypertrophy. You are growing taller and bigger as you push yourself to lift more weight. Your whole body is growing, just like a muscle would grow in anyone else.” John sounded both intrigued and scared. “How big will I get?” Gabriel rolled himself over to another computer terminal which accessed the lab’s simulation mainframe. He fed the computer all the data they had just collected along with John’s previous scans while he was a patient and ran a simulation. Gabriel watched and mumbled as he put his hand over his mouth, “Oh my God.” John became concerned at the tone. “Gabriel, babe, what is it?” Gabriel turned around almost ashen faced, “John, according to this, there is no theoretical limit. As long as you stress your body past a certain point of needed strength, you will keep growing. Putting on more muscle mass and getting taller and stronger. Without end. Now, I can tell you that the computer doesn’t know all there is to know physiology. There are certain limits that a human body just cannot grow past because you cannot pump blood effectively, bones can’t handle the load put on them, that sort of thing. That is where you will stop getting taller because you will not be able to stress your body much more. But, it is just a guess, my love.” John said quietly, “Gabriel, you didn’t answer me.” John became very quiet and almost whispered, “How tall?” Gabriel blew out a breath, “I can guarantee at least 9 feet tall, maybe more if your bones get stronger and heart gets stronger to handle the load, and there are indications of that now. I can’t know specifically. But … you still have at least ⅓ bigger to grow past where you already are now, and I am guessing you will grow more than that if the adapting strength of your heart and bones now is any indication.” Jack wheeled over immediately and looked at the simulation. And as he took it in, a look came across his face. One of unmitigated horror. His voice was cold, but trembling, “Gabriel. Erase that now. Erase it all.” “Jack--” But Jack was already wheeling to the sensor computer terminal and starting to type deletion commands, “Gabriel JUST DO IT!!!” Jack yelled out. John stood up immediately, not liking any threat to Gabriel, though he had no idea why Jack would do such a thing. Gabriel started the data erasure program, purging the system memory. Jack was doing the same with the sensors, mumbling, “No, no, no.” Over and over. Jack’s hands practically danced over the keyboard until every byte and bit of data that showed John had ever been there that evening evaporated. Jack then entered a code, and up on the screen flashed: “WARNING! Magnetic Security Breach Erasure Protocol. Enter Purge Code:” Jack typed in a long sequence, and the machine complied, scrambling every tiny bit of the data that had once been there until it was unrecoverable. It was as if it nothing that had happened to John Declann had never happened. The only people who knew were the people who had actually seen him, and those people … the people up the chain who had read the reports. Jack looked at both of them, “We need to leave here. Now. We need to get to your vehicle.” Jack then mouthed but did not say, “Not safe to talk here.” John looked at Gabriel who looked equally confused, but they both followed Jack up and out of the facility. They piled into John’s Jeep, and John cranked it. They peeled out of the facility and turned on the road back to the I-70. “Why can’t we talk in our own lab? Jack, you are scaring me.” Gabriel said. “Gabriel … you should be scared. Oh my fucking God, we should all be scared.”Jack said with a blankness of emotion that only stark terror can bring on as he stared into the night sky. If they had had a film of the New Mexico desert in 1945, Jack would have looked much like J. Robert Oppenheimer, at the moment of the Trinity blast, realizing what he had unleashed and the passage from the Bhagavad Gita that came to his mind as he saw the nuclear light. John immediately hit the brakes and wheeled around in the driver’s seat.. “Why should he be scared Jack?” John said, a short threat coming into his voice. “Gabriel think, what will THEY do when they learn what this process is capable of? We invented this to heal not to…” Gabriel went sickeningly pale, cleanly visible even in the starlight night, as he understood. John became a bit angry, not understanding what was travelling between the two scientists. “OK. I am going to get very upset if you two do not start making sense.” Jack looked sympathetically toward the Man in the front seat. “John. Something is happening to you that I think you are scarcely prepared for. God knows Gabriel and I NEVER intended this. You are very soon going to become the largest, tallest, and strongest human who has ever lived in recorded history that we can verify. That cannot be stopped. But, what would happen if there were not just one of you, but a thousand, or a million. What would governments do with that?” John’s eyes lit up, “Fuck me.” “Yes, exactly that. They would make all of their soldiers into you. John. By the hundreds of thousands. You, John, you are the best of the best. You are a moral, upstanding man. You have a compass, a sense of right and wrong that is the strongest part of your personality. You will not act against that. Of anyone on earth, I could not hope to trust that there could be anyone better to have the kind of power you will. But. what would an immoral person do with what you will be capable of? What would an immoral government do with what you will be capable of? What kind of army would they make? And what would they do with it?” Jack continued, “Gabriel and I created this process in order to heal people. Make them walk again. Make their hands work, make them be able to speak again. We did not do it to create some army of supermen - forgive me - to conquer innocent people in their millions. We cannot allow them to ever do that. We can’t.” John said, “But how can we stop them? It is not like I can hide being 9 feet tall or…. Or more. Or 6 and a half when I started out 5’7”. ” Gabriel chimed in, “I do not know, but I do know we need time to think. I can delay things. Buy us some time. This is still a backwater project that few are taking any interest in.” Gabriel then realized the wisdom in what Jack had just had them do. “Jack just made it look like there had been a malfunction in the computer memory while the security system was in diagnostics. All the data on you is gone. So at least there is that. We can’t fully hide what happened to the computers from competent investigators, but we can hide 90% of it. I can bury you to a point, John, but only to a point. Sooner or later, you are going to stand out to them as much as you will in any crowd right now. And they will not stop until they know what we did to you. They will do anything John. ANYTHING. To have you and to have what is locked up in my head and Jack’s. The others - they know a lot, but only Jack or I can fully replicate the process.” Gabriel’s voice broke as a fear of anguish and fear rolled down his face, as the full import of that statement hit him. John reached out immediately and dried the tear. His voice became VERY determined, the barely controlled rage of a man whose loved ones were threatened popped out from him. “Angel, I do not care who it is. NO ONE is ever going to do anything to you. Ever. Jack, same goes for you. They will not touch either of you. I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK WHO THEY ARE. Now, if you can buy the time, I know you can figure it out. But I promise you. NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH YOU.” John’s hands and knuckles turned white, as he unconsciously put the rolled aluminum of the Jeep steering wheel into a deathgrip. No one seemed to notice the slight creaking sound of straining metal and hint of the tube beginning to ripple and and bend under the onslaught of John’s hands. ******************************** One Week Later - 5.25 Months after the Accident ******************************** Two days after the night at the lab, John and Gabriel met with the sheriff to discuss his condition - as much as Gabriel was willing to let on. He spun quite a tale, and John stayed totally silent throughout. Gabriel did not answer all of Cooks questions, citing classified programs for any questions that came too close to the truth. But, it was enough for Cook to allow John back in some capacity as regarding this investigation. Cook made clear after that there would be a lot more questions to answer after this was done. Questions that might very well impact John’s position, even if he had done nothing criminally wrong. Cook did insist on a test for every anabolic and androgenic substance imaginable, and the all came back negative. So, in the meantime, he had set up this meeting with the head of Air Force military police in the US Northern Command to go over the evidence John had collected and plan a course of action. “Well, Deputy Declann. The evidence looks conclusive. I mean, we certainly know we have our issues with this kind of thing, but we suspected nothing on this kind of scale going on.” said Colonel Warren Dougherty, USAF SECFOR. “Have to say that I am a little dismayed with the ease you were able to gain access to posts, especially our own. But, it is obvious you're competent as hell, and you certainly look the part.” John smiled at the compliments, “Well Sir, not so much your lack of security. Most of the time I was a guest on post of some of these fellows after they got to seeing me in civilian gyms. Looking the role, just garnered some trust is all. I am sure if I tried more direct access or didn’t stay in areas where civilians are often seen, things would have been different. Kind of helps too that I have manned some posts for you during missile maintenance out in the fields. So, I have a bit more legal access than a typical civilian.” Doughtery laughed and looked at Sheriff Cook, “Looks like you had the perfect man in the perfect position, Sheriff. Hell I could not have chosen better myself and I have thousands of men I could have enlisted in this investigation.” “Dec is the best. He was the natural choice to break into this. So, where do we go from here. I can take care of what is happening in my own house obviously, but interstate trafficking and as much military involvement as there is, is going to require you and your other service counterparts, FBI, DEA, and the Marshalls at least. Keeping this contained is not going to be easy.” “Granted. I can bring in my counterparts from the other branches and FBI. Think we can keep this need to know among us five and you two. Only letting in the other offices and departments in once this is set. Command may want to set up a task force, but I think we can keep that small too. I will need Deputy Declann to help brief the Army, Navy, and the Corps and lay out a plan of action. You know this material better than anyone.” “Happy to do all I can, Colonel. With the sheriff’s permission of course.” “Of course, John. You have been on detached duty long enough that no one will miss you a few weeks more. Colonel?” “Well, I was hoping you would say that.” The colonel opened his briefcase and removed a small wallet containing a new set of credentials and a federal badge. “Deputy Declann, with the Sheriff’s permission, I have the authority to bring you into Air Force Civilian Police right now. Temporarily of course, but with this, you will not need to use more clandestine methods like you did before. Will also get you access to other military and civilian federal agencies without much trouble. And it will expand your jurisdictional powers to make legal arrests to anywhere in the nation that is necessary as it pertains to this case. Anyone says anything, a quick call to me or our JAG can clear that for you in about 30 seconds. Since the sheriff is here I can administer the oath now and not need another witness. You were in the Corps, were you not Sheriff?” Cook laughed, “Once a Marine, always a Marine. It has been over thirty years though. Am I still that obvious?” Daugherty smiled, “I’ll try and overlook your poor choice in service branches.” The three men laughed. John raised his hand and within a few moments was properly installed as a detective the Air Force Civilian Police. “Thank you Detective. And you too Sheriff. Without you, none of this would be possible. AS much as you want your house clean, I want to remove a lot of filth from the Force and I will happily throw away the key. As soon as we can get them into Leavenworth and Miramar the better.” The three men stood. “Detective Declann, I’ll be at Peterson for the next few days getting together for a meeting to get up the operation. Would be a lot easier if you could come to the office tomorrow to get the ball rolling, and we can go over this material in a lot more depth.” “Will be there at 0900, Colonel.” “Excellent. Again, thank you both.” **** Heath was making his way around the administration offices with some paperwork to turn in when he stopped. Seeing the sheriff step out of his office wasn’t unusual, but the Air Force military police bird colonel was weird. And then - Heath whispered a “Holy Shit'' under his breath at the tall MASSIVE dude there with them walking between the colonel and sheriff. They were moving toward the front doors and the visitor parking area beyond. Heath could not move around to see who the giant guy was without attracting too much attention. He had gotten the quickest glace at the guy before he turned his back to him. The guy looked familiar in an odd way, but he knew there was no way he would have ever forgotten a dude that huge. So, he dismissed the feeling of familiarity as maybe some bodybuilder he had seen pics of at a contest. But, he did get a glint of two badges on the guy’s belt. One looked to be federal law enforcement of some kind - would make sense he were Air Force civilian police since he was not in uniform but with a colonel in the military police. But the other badge he recognized as just like his own. Heath put two and two together, and thought there must be some kind of federal law enforcement operation going on with military being investigated off post, and as a courtesy, Cook had put the fed LEO into the office to give him a lot less red tape to go through in the county and off Air Force property. That meant the guy would be here a while to go through the formalities of detached duty with another agency. So … he would be working out nearby. And witt that size -- he HAD been on Heath’s side of the line. He took a few mental notes about possible avenues of approach before looking away. Ordinarily, he would have at least had to see his face clearly to make contact later, but with a body like that, there was no need. Hell, he would stand out anywhere in the office, anywhere in the county. He just needed to keep an eye out, and then make a new friend. Heath turned in his paperwork, while his mind was a thousand miles away.

Thought you guys might like to see this new illustration of Deano and Woody! How awesome is this? Gotta love Deano's red velvet posers! It was done by a guy called "rayject" who I met on Twitter. He has an Instagram here if anyone wants to check out more of his stuff. There might be some other MU related illustrations in the works too

Part Two Somehow, my legs moved in spite of not receiving any orders from my brain. I was still busy contemplating what pan to use for breakfast and how happy I was to be engaged to the man who had just taken on a super fist that came pummeling through a concrete wall. As soon as I crossed through the doorframe of my bedroom I dove onto the nicely polished wooden floor and slid perfectly under my big king-sized bed. On some level, my body registered that I was in danger – real danger. A fist had come through concrete like it had only been cardboard. I also sensed that my muscled man – the one that had plowed me so expertly not more than just an hour ago in the bed right above me – was taking on some powerful enemy down the hall. I heard the kind of destruction that was usually connected to bulldozers or large cranes. For some reason, I worried about the new red wine glasses I had purchased not more than two weeks ago. I really liked them. The battle that was happening in my recently painted kitchen – a lovely sorbet green, I might add - lasted what I guess was five minutes – no more. I panicked when the silence came. I had no idea what would come next. My lover’s words ordering me to not move until I heard his voice made me hold my breath and not let even a muscle twitch – only my heart pounded hard and I was worried it would give away my hiding place. I heard heavy footsteps coming down the small hallway and into the bedroom. My head was at the other end of the bed, so I couldn’t see who had entered. Suddenly the bed went up into the air and as I flipped over onto my back to accept my fate, I realized how desperately I needed to remember to sweep under this piece of furniture in the future. A crazy thought before dying. “You’re safe for now, my love, but we must move quickly.” It was the now insanely pumped body of my gorgeous huge fiancé muscle god holding the bed in the air with one hand – looking down at me. I saw so much love in his eyes . . . no, a better word would be devotion – I saw devotion in his eyes. And what was up with the term ‘my love’ and other things he said. No offense to my man, but he didn’t throw around sweet names for me that often. He was more apt to say ‘gonna fuck you like crazy’ than he was to call me his love. I still hadn’t moved. I was relieved that it had been my husband-to-be that came into the bedroom but his insanely jacked, glistening, black body made me unable to move – that, and the fact that he was holding my solid oak bed in the air with one hand. I was instantly in the mood for more sex. “Pack a bag . . . quickly . . . and I wouldn’t go in the kitchen if I were you. It is my opinion that this fighter was sent alone, but when he doesn’t return in an expected amount of time, they will send more warriors. I must get you somewhere safe. Pack light, my love, we’ll need to move fast.” Glistening sweat covered his entire body. I could tell his chest was wider and thicker than it had been before the battle . . . and a much denser fur covered his bulging pecs. Even his beard looked thicker. Before today, I’m guessing a fourth of my middle finger would have disappeared when I slid it in the deep gulley between his chest mounds, but now I’m sure I’d lose sight of almost all of my hand if I put it there. Even the throbbing vein on his massive biceps seemed bigger and pulsing with so much blood it looked fantastic. The view was so amazing that I really wasn’t listening to what he was saying. Who wants to think about your life being in danger when here is a real-life Hercules holding your huge bed in the air. To say I was horny was an understatement. The fear of just a few minutes before had disappeared as soon as I beheld his huge growing muscled body. “When you say quickly . . . does that leave time for some intense sex with your new body. It would really make me happy,” I said, as if that might entice him. “There is not time . . . at this moment, my love. We must leave.” “Oh my god, you are even bigger than before and, by the way, what in the fuck is going on!” I screamed, suddenly snapping out of my temporary memory loss because of his body. “And why do you keep calling me ‘my love?’ That’s not like you.” “You are in danger. You must be protected. You are the source. There are many that would like to control the source. I must keep the source free at all cost.” Now, his crazy talk had gotten a little out of hand. He was still, however, looking like a Greek god as he held my bed in the air. I stood up and moved out of the way so he could put the bed down. He immediately moved closer to me and his body tensed all over. He emitted a moan of pleasure and bent his arms a little to flex his huge biceps. “Your power is getting much stronger, my love. We must leave, now. Others will feel it, too. We will be followed, but I know how to get rid of them.” This time, I had no chance to argue or comment on his strange words. He grabbed something from the floor. Suddenly, I found my body slung over the enormous shoulder of my boyfriend and we were headed out the front door. Well, we were headed out where the front door should have been. Now, there was just a huge hole and an enormous unmoving body where the freaking door used to be. I noticed the color red everywhere and it wasn’t until we were down the hallway, outside of my place, that I realized it must have been blood. I was going to freak out, but that’s when I noticed my boyfriend’s humongous muscled ass below. Since I was slung over his shoulder - my entire view was of his enormous back, his gorgeous V-shape, and that awesome bubble but that jutted out below. I was mesmerized by the two bulbous mounds of beef bouncing below me that I didn’t even realize we were now walking down the street away from my building. My huge lover stopped in front of Thompson’s market – just a block away – and set me down on the ground. There were vegetable and fruit boxes outside. “I must put on a shirt. We will attract the stares of too many people if I go like this,” he said, pulling out a t-shirt from the backpack he had in his hand. “And you must eat this, my love.” “What the hell? Why?” I asked as he held out a bulb of garlic he had snatched from one of the boxes. “And you have to pay for that, sir.” “There is no time, my love. We must go. Eat this. It will cover your scent. That is very important. Do this for me, okay?” he responded, and at the end he sounded like his old self. We were moving again, even though I realized we had just stolen something. He led me down the entrance to the subway. I cannot tell you why, but as we moved – his hand on my back, basically shoving me as he walked – I peeled the garlic clove by clove and ate it. I love garlic, so it wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t understand my actions, but I instinctively knew it was very important to my boyfriend – so I did it. He gave me a bottle of water from his backpack as he tapped our cards and we descended into the maze of the station. He suddenly put a hand on my chest to stop me in my tracks. I couldn’t have moved forward even if I had used all of my might, anyway. “I sense danger. Finish quickly, my love. I must hide you,” he said, again gone to some other world. I ate the rest of the garlic and threw the skins in a nearby bin. It was when I turned back to my boyfriend that I noticed his more than substantial pecs were tensed beautifully and his big round nipples were hard enough to be pressing noticeably through his shirt. It was an amazing sight. I wanted to put my mouth on those big things and start sucking for joy, but he was in no mood for sexual pleasure. He was looking around and finally slid an arm around my waist to pick me up and carry me beside him as he moved quickly to the stairs, taking me up with him as if I were simply a doll he was carrying. Before I knew what was happening we were inside the men’s room and hiding in the furthest stall from the door. He had his forefinger to his lips, telling me to not talk. I obeyed – mostly because I was still staring at his mouthwatering pecs and nipples through the shirt. I straddled the toilet and he faced me – his back to the door of the stall. I was just about to ask him if I could please suck on his shirt when the top of the metal door to the stall was grabbed by big hands and bent outward with a loud screech. I saw the face of a hairy creature-man that was basically ripping the door from the stall. My eyes must have shown my boyfriend what was behind him because he suddenly shoved his hands against the wall above my head and sent his big body flying into the door behind him. The huge man I loved took the door and the beast beyond it with him as he flew across the bathroom into the row of sinks on the other side. I saw and heard the door, the creature’s body, two of the sinks, and the wall they were attached to be instantly crushed by the power of my boyfriend’s body. Water gushed across the floor, mixing with the color red again, as my lover held out his hand for me and moved away from the damage behind him. Everything stayed in place – the bathroom stall door was slammed into the wall, pinning the clearly dead monster in the deep indention. It looked like a door that went somewhere – the way that it stayed in place. You could see thick legs hanging down where the door stopped. I was then picked up again and taken away quickly. “Are you okay, my love?” he asked, as we returned to the platform. “Quit calling me your love! This isn’t the Middle Ages,” I said loudly, just as a train arrived. “And what the hell is going on? You just flattened a guy into a pancake against the wall. I could see - in his face – that monster wanted to hurt me. It was scary!” “There’s no need for you to be scared. Your big man is right here,” he replied as we sat down and he put a heavy, huge arm around me. I glanced up into his face, because I could instantly tell he was back to being normal – well, as normal as a guy his size could be. There wasn’t any ‘faraway planet talk’ to his answer. My enormous muscled boyfriend was back. I leaned into his embrace as he brought his face down to kiss me. I was a little shocked – mainly because he did not like public displays of affection. Out of the corner of my eye, as we kissed, I could see that his crotch was moving. He was getting hard from our locked lips. I knew his sweats would do nothing to hide his cock’s hugeness, so I pulled my face back – deciding it was best not to have his bulge scare the other people on the subway. I looked into his chiseled, dark face. His beard was thicker and the dense fur turned me on, even more. His heavy, muscled arm felt like a blanket of security around my body. I laughed a little at the fact that I realized I really didn’t fear anything as long as he was around. Suddenly, I was aroused beyond control and wanted one thing, desperately. “I need you to plow me, hon,” I said softly, but firmly – we both knew that when I was stressed, sex calmed me down the most. “That sounds really nice, babe, but we’re going to have to wait. I will need refueling soon, though – so we’ll find a place where I can satisfy you and grow at the same time,” he replied, glancing around the subway car, showing me he was still on high alert. “What’s going on?” I asked calmly and this actually made him smile. “It’s all come on so fast, hasn’t it? I’m sure you’re freaked out,” he answered. “A little, but in the midst of all this craziness two things seem to me the most,” I said. “I can tell that as long as I’m with you I’m safe. I don’t know how I know this, but I just do. And secondly, I am so fucking turned on by your body that I can think of nothing else – even when you’re battling some hairy monster in the subway bathroom. In the midst of everything I notice your bulging arms, your wide-as-fuck back, and your strong ass – just to name a few things. I think I’m kind of obsessed. It makes me want to be back between the sheets of my bed.” “I like the way that sounds, hon. It’s also a very good sign,” he said and my confused face made him continue quickly. “Here’s what I’ve figured out. This morning, after that hot banging session, which woke me up quicker than all the coffee in the world, I started to feel strange . . . but in a good way. There was this soothing heat to my body and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was growing. I was also becoming stronger, more resistant to pain. It was like I was growing armor. And that’s also when my body began to be increasingly aware of things around us – I could tell you what our neighbors were doing in their apartment. By the way, James in 3B is gay, just like I told you. He was beating off to musclemen on his computer. I just sensed it all like I was watching him and everyone else on camera. That’s also when I started to feel an ominous being in the park down the street. I knew this guy – this thing – was looking for you. He could sense you the same way I sense him. It was because you were radiating some kind of power – that I felt just as much as the other guy did. When I came into the kitchen and got close to your body, some voice or some being took over my mind and my actions. I entered into a trance…” “Trust me, I’ve seen that part,” I said, patting his thick thigh just so I could feel more of his hard muscle. “It’s because I’m your protector,” he said – with all seriousness. “My what?” I asked, still rubbing his leg. “I am part of a long line of special men that have been created to keep you safe – but also to benefit from your power, as well,” he responded, knowing it would confuse me. “You’re crazy, dude,” I replied, “What kind of power could I possibly have?” “The power to make protectors grow and become stronger,” he replied, with a simple honesty that made it clear he wasn’t kidding.

Gonna channel some of my anxiety from this quarantine into writing. ————————————————————————— “Ugh” groaned Jamie as he headed back to his shift in the hospital; with the emergence of this new virus that causes people to hulk out, it seems like they have 10 times as many people flooding in. They were criminally understaffed and he just had someone new added onto his caseload. ”Hopefully just another hypochondriac” he told the attending nurse as she handed him the patient file “then at least we can clear out a room”. But as he flipped through the file, it was clear that his wish wasn’t meant to be. The man was exhibiting flu-like symptoms and was currently passed out in the room. Jamie put on a hazmat suit, entered the room, and called out the man’s name softly to wake him up, feeling a little uncomfortable at the erection the man was clearly sporting under the blanket. The man’s blue ryes flickered open and he addressed the doctor. “Do I have the virus? Am I going to get huge?” He said with a little too much enthusiasm for Jamie’s tastes. ”We can’t be sure yet what you have, it could just be a very bad flu. We have to take every precaution so it doesn’t spread but if you had it you most likely would have grown already.” ”Awww what?” The man complained “So I’m this sick and I don’t even get any consolation?” Smiling a little at the end of his sentence. ”Afraid not, sir. But we get get you set up with some-mh-pain relievers and an IV to replenish your fluids.” Jamie’s heart started beating quickly and he began to feel dizzy. “What’s going on?” He thought “I gotta get out of here.” “Excuse me” he said to the man, quickly exiting the room. His body felt hot all over and his head pounded painfully. Jamie barely made it to the safety shower before pulling off the hazmat suit to get air. He was breathing heavily and his entire body began to ache. He began to panic, frantically thinking of anywhere he could have picked up the virus, and any way that he could keep it from spreading to the rest of the hospital. But as he clenched his fists around the shower faucets, his pain began to give way to pleasure. ”Ooahh” he softly moaned as his manhood began getting harder. He reached down to feel it and moaned again “Unh, yes, bigger...” then opened his eyes, shocked at his own thoughts. He’d never wanted this before, he was very happy with his tall swimmers build. And his junk had never disappointed before, but right now, on the precipice of growth, he never wanted anything more. He looked down and saw his body had enlarged and now was lightly pushing against his clothes. “Oh...no. No. I can’t, I have to get to the treatment. If I-“ his thought interrupted by another wave of pleasure shooting through him, causing his body to pulse larger. ”Oh, fu-huh” he breathed “This feels.. so... good. I... I can feel myself growing bigger.” His strong chest now showing through his shirt, he groaned, raising a hand to feel it, his bigger arms straining against the sleeves of his lab coat and in doing so, brushing against his nipple, sending a shock through his system that shattered any resistance he had left. ”Er-uGH” he grunted, doubling over, then falling to his hands and knees as his feet began testing the limits of his shoes, kicking them off before they got any tighter. His back and lats widened and stretched his clothes to their breaking point as he pounded his growing hands against the ground in an effort to keep himself from touching himself. His body looked like it had clothes painted on as every inch of fabric clung to his steadily increasing mass. His slacks were the first to give up the fight as the shredded apart with a thousand rips, exposing his throbbing legs, surging ever bigger and more defined with every breath. His leg hair steadily thickening, accentuating the striations in his muscles. Then as he shifted to make room for the tree-trunks on his lower body, his thickening feet tore his socks to pieces. Breathing heavily, he stood up, stretching his enormous chest, causing a rip to run down the front of his shirt, letting his growing pecs and abs breathe. “Fuck it” he grunted, his voice much lower now, as he easily pulled the scraps of his shirt and pants off of his herculean body. Looking down, he could see more hair growing over his barrel chest and ran his fingers through it, slowly moving down over his hardened abs, down to his breaking, sweaty, briefs and began rubbing his cock. “Oh y e ah” he moaned, his voice deepening further, and becoming more gruff to match his sharp, bearded, jawline. His body expanded more, making him look like a extra heavyweight bodybuilder. Each stroke of his hand against his underwear made his balls and dick grow bigger until the underwear served no purpose other than to remind Jamie of his once non-beastly stature. A sentiment that would be lost as the elastic snapped, fully exposing his gratuitous member, spurring him into a frenzy of sexual pleasure as he stroked, growled, and grunted, desperately seeking release. Finally, as he sprayed his seed all over the safety shower and the room, he felt one last surge of growth run through him, leaving him at 6’9 and 345 pounds of beastly brawn. He stood, panting, and saw himself in the reflection of a mirror in the room and flexed a few times in awe. “I look huge...” he thought with a smile on his face “I gotta get home so I can explore this more thoroughly” and confidently walked out of the safety shower and all the way home, dick slapping between his thick thighs, garnering quite a few people who shared his prospect of “exploring his new body”.

Hope you guys are all doing okay and keeping safe. Thought I'd post a quick update on the Deano story. I finished the first draft a few weeks ago. After about a month of not working on it much and being stuck on the same chapter I had a bit of a creative burst and ended up writing the last 4 chapters in the space of a few days. It helped that most of it had been in my head for months. So now I'm going back and revising and editing. Some of it I'm really happy with. Other parts definitely need work. Some chapters might get completely re-written but it's all a part of the process. Hopefully I'll feel happy enough to start sharing it soon but I thought I'd post a sample/teaser in the meantime.... *** And now I’m suddenly wondering what Sebastian Wood is up to. How he’s been spending the first few days of his summer holidays. With Henderson maybe? I mean - how is that even gonna work? I don’t exactly know where Henderson lives, but judging by his accent I’m guessing it’s somewhere up North. Miles away from where Woody’s parents live. I’d never even heard of Woody’s hometown when he told me that one day we were training together. But I looked it up afterwards. It’s somewhere in Surrey and from what I found on the net, it looks and sounds like a pretty fucking posh place. Which makes me wonder if his parents are actually loaded. It would just be bloody typical for Woody to be well off on top of everything else. But yeah - with wherever Henderson does live, I'm pretty sure it would take him ages to get to Woody’s. I know how long it would take me to get there from here. Or the train station at least. One hour and forty minutes. I looked that up too. Three trains and one tube ride and I’d be there. I have an image of the train station in my mind. I sometimes picture Woody meeting me at that platform. In his black vest and skinny jeans. Maybe wearing that black ICON cap he sometimes wears. I remember the first time I saw him wearing that at the SU bar. He was with his first roommate, Craig (he was such an annoying prick). I thought the cap made Woody look like a bit of a twat. But then I couldn’t get the image of him wearing it with his black vest out of my head for the whole night. His shoulders and arms on display. Thick pecs peeking out of the top of his vest. How effortlessly and annoyingly good he looked. I thought about him a lot after that. Maybe that’s when it all started.

So I've written something AJ & Noah/Muscle University related. An idea came to me the other day - what if there was some sort of alternate reality/universe where instead of AJ being the bodybuilder who Noah went to school with and ran into at his local Tesco's it was someone else? So, just for fun, I've re-written chapter 1 of AJ & Noah with one big noticeable difference! AJ & NOAH (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE) “NO-AAAAH …” ARGHHHH!! I slam down the lid of my laptop, sprIng off my bed and open my bedroom door. “WHAT?!” Whenever I come back to my parents, I always resort to being a teenager. Wanking off to bodybuilders in my bedroom and shouting at my mother. Often for no, or very little reason. “I just want to ask you something! There’s no need to shout like that!” my mother says calmly from the bottom of the stairs. Five or so years ago I wouldn’t have felt any guilt about shouting at my mum for interrupting me watching a video of a flexing, roided muscle bull in my bedroom. Now, I feel like the world’s biggest dick. “I’m busy!” “Ooooh, you’re always busy. God knows what you do on that computer!” Hmmm. Wanking off to videos of bodybuilders on YouTube. Wanking off to pictures of bodybuilders on Instagram. Occasionally chatting to other like minded muscle addicts about wanking off to bodybuilders on Twitter. My mum asks me to go to Tesco to pick up a few things for dinner because she has to go and visit my nan. I say yes, partly because I feel guilty about snapping at her, but also because doing this favour gives me a reason to leave the house. A sense of purpose, even, for the afternoon, which makes me feel completely pathetic. The irony is, I had been looking forward to coming back to Little Denton for the summer. But all I've wanted during these first few weeks of my summer break was to be back in London. Why is almost every place inherently more appealing when we’re not actually there? As I walk into my local Tesco a feeling of dread hits me. I have this weird feeling that I’m gonna bump into someone I know. Which isn’t exactly an unlikely scenario. When I was in sixth form, half of my fucking year worked here, including my best friend Naomi. Fifteen minutes and no familiar faces later, I’m heading towards the self service checkout and THAT’S when I see him. Every single secret lover of huge, freaky muscle will be familiar with the incredible rush that comes with seeing a real life bodybuilder in a public setting. It’s such a surreal and amazing experience. To be walking down the street, or boarding a tube, or even walking down the meat aisle of your local Tesco and suddenly be faced with an excessively built and muscular man. Or even a genuine, bona fide bodybuilder. Just like the one I’ve suddenly spotted, with his back to me in an extraordinarily tight fitted blue Tesco polo shirt, conversing with a well to do looking elderly woman, who is gawping at the frighteningly muscular lad before her with a look of sheer horror. Jesus Christ! I can’t stop fucking staring at him. He’s about my height. And looks about my age. He’s got these huge shoulders. A massive back stretching the blue material of his work uniform. Crazy fucking arms. And the arse. Holy FUCK the arse. It’s just ginormous. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s sticking out a mile, barely contained by the material of his extremely tight, black work trousers. Clean up on aisle three. Someone’s made a mess on the floor. Someone being ME looking at the potential junior competitive bodybuilder. Working right here in my local fucking Tesco. Standing right in front of me. Practically fucking bursting out of his work uniform. Who the hell is this guy? HOW is there a bodybuilder in Little Denton? How is there a bodybuilder working at fucking Tesco? As I approach the lad who is surely the beefiest shelf stacker in Tesco’s employment history, I suddenly start to feel nervous. My chest tightens. My stomach clenches. My heart actually starts to beat faster. I am a ridiculous human being. Once I’ve walked past him, I’ll be able to sneakily turn around to catch a glimpse of him from the front. Even though I can’t really know, I kinda get the sense that he’s good looking. Like, really good looking. I think I hate this guy as much as I’m attracted to him. But it turns out … I don’t have to wait. Because the downright terrified looking woman he was talking to is walking away, and now, as I’m barely a few metres away from him, the potential competitive junior bodybuilder spins around to face me and oh … my … fucking … GOD. “Noah?!” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! “Noah Cook?!” How did I not guess it was him? Why did I not think it could be the boy I spent most of my teenage years obsessing over? The only guy in Little Denton who ever came remotely close to looking like the bodybuilders I was turned on by in the muscle magazines Naomi used to buy for me. Okay - he didn't look like THIS when we were at school together. But he was still pretty jacked even then. He was the only lad in my year who had abs. Like, genuine six pack abs. I used to try and get a glimpse of them in the changing rooms before and after P.E. Everyone used to crowd around him when he was getting changed and comment on how shredded he was and how awesome his six pack was. They used to get him to flex his guns too. Sometimes even in Science class for our teacher Mr (Fantastic Arse) Bentley. And now. Well now he looks like THIS. “It’s Woody. From school!” He’s got this fucking smirk on his face (his RIDICULOUSLY handsome face). Like he’s getting a kick out of my reaction. Like he knows. I nod. “Yeah! I erm … remember you!” That’s a fucking understatement. I was obsessed! Completely and utterly obsessed with Sebastian “Woody” Wood. He was my Jordan Catalano times a hundred. I used to write our initials in all my notebooks. N.C heart S.W. How fucking embarrassing. I sometimes drew pictures of us too. Not good ones. Just crap little doodles. Me always slim. Him always big and beefy with flexed guns and pecs and six pack abs. Most of the time we’d be holding hands. Woody shrugs and smirks some more. “Everyone remembers me!” Cocky bastard. God - not only has he ballooned and fucking morphed into a proper bodybuilder since I last saw him, but (if possible) he’s gotten even more absurdly gorgeous. I’m not kidding. The guy looks like he belongs on the set of a Hollywood film or something. It’s fucking crazy to think I went to school with a guy this huge and handsome. “What are you up to these days?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised. “I’m at uni,” I reply, looking at the lucky Tesco name badge sat on his unfathomably thick chest. Ha! I win, I think. And then immediately I hate myself. Woody nods and folds his huge arms across his big chest and holy FUCK - his biceps bulge and pop. Is he doing that on PURPOSE? He narrows his eyes. “Which uni? No - wait - let me guess!” Still with his arms folded, he purses his lips and looks me up and down. I immediately feel nervous. “The Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness!” Cheeky. Fucking. Bastard. “Ummm …” His face relaxes. And now he's just cheekily grinning at me. Oh my fucking GOD that grin. I feel like I want to melt into the fucking floor. “Seriously, mate - what uni?” “Goldsmiths, in London. I’m back home for the summer.” He nods. God that face. God those arms. God those fucking tits! “Back in boring Little Denton!” I joke, rolling my eyes. Woody screws his face up. “How can Little Denton be boring? I live here!” I raise my eyebrows at him. But I’m smirking, in fucking spite of myself. And now he’s smirking back. And it feels like … bloody hell … a moment. That something’s actually happening between me and the guy from school I spent half of my teenage years obsessing over. I try not to be obvious, but it’s almost impossible to be in such close proximity to a guy this muscular without my eyes veering south of his face. How on Earth did Tesco manage to find a t-shirt to fit Woody? Not that it does fit. One single most muscular and his tits would probably rip straight through the material. And his arms. Fucking hell those arms. What do these biceps look like flexed, either side of his absurdly handsome face? Woody didn’t stay at school for the sixth form, so I haven’t seen him for four years. I haven’t even heard about him. No guesses as to what he’s been doing since then. Spending a shit load of time in the gym (probably Scorpio’s - the nearest hellhole hardcore bodybuilding gym), consuming a shit load of calories and probably taking a course of steroids, or two. Maybe I haven’t won after all. Because he looks like THAT, and I look like, well, me. “So … this is where you work?” I ask. Something flickers in Woody’s expression. Fuck! I hope he doesn't think I'm being shady. But then he relaxes his face again like he doesn't care. “This is job number two!” I nod and bite my lip. “I also work at the Leisure Centre gym!” he tells me. And then he straightens his back and actually fucking PUFFS his massive chest out. “I’m a personal trainer!” he says, proudly. Of course you fucking are. “I mostly just work here because I like freaking the locals out! Especially the old dears!” HA! I chew on my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling so much. “Plus … you know, I look good in the uniform!” he says, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Jesus. SUCH a cocky bastard. I nod and pull a face and Woody’s just smirking at me. Then he looks down, brings his forearm up, curls his hand into a fist and OH MY FUCKING CHRIST … the bicep muscles in his left arm flex and explode before my very eyes. It’s like a ball of marble-like, obscenely huge muscle. Flexing right in front of me. In the middle of the fucking meat aisle (hmmm … kinda fitting!) in my local bloody Tesco. “Sebastian!” A hard faced and slightly scary looking woman interrupts us. She’s shaking her head and pulling a disapproving face. “Jump on till seven. Now!” Fuck. My heart drops. This can’t be it. It can’t be over already. Woody pulls a face as his boss walks away. “I better go!” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “But erm …” Oh my God WHAT? “You should sign up for the gym at the Leisure Centre!” he says, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “You get a fifty percent discount for your first personal training session.” “Okay!” I say, without thinking. A little too eagerly. Fuck. Woody furrows his eyebrows slightly. Was he joking? Oh God. He was clearly fucking joking. But he’s smirking again. “Cool!” he says, nodding. “We’ll have you jacked and shredded by the end of the Summer,” he says, looking me up and down. “GRRRR!” “SEBASTIAN!” his boss yells. Did a bodybuilder just GRRRR at me after flexing his biceps? Clean up on aisle three. There’s been another bloody spillage. “You’ll be wearing shiny posing trunks in no time!” OH MY GIDDY FUCKING GOD. “See ya, Noah!” And with that, I watch Sebastian “Woody” Wood walk away with the hottest fucking waddle I’ve even witnessed in real life. His thighs visibly thick under his work trousers, his back impossibly broad, and his arse so big and beefy it borders on OBSCENE. Sebastian Wood, the lad I was crazy about for years. Sebastian Wood, the guy who’s transformed himself into a proper, jacked bodybuilder with enormous tits, huge biceps and a gravity defying arse. Sebastian Wood, who’s just invited me to sign up to the gym he works at, and who might be giving me my very first ever personal training session. Maybe my summer in Little Denton isn’t going to be so boring after all.

Here we go...the final chapter. Thank you everybody for all the amazing comments, feedback and support for this story! I've had so much fun writing and sharing this with everyone here, even if it did take me quite a bit longer than I'd hoped! I don't know what's next for me story wise. As I said recently I have so many idea and I'm eager to have a play around and see if anything comes from any of them! A MASSIVE thank you to everyone, again! #muscleuniversity #pecshavespoken #didsomeonesaysequel Thirty Four “Luke!” I feel like my heart’s about to burst. Because Luke is here. Looking awkward and nervous and unsure. But he’s actually fucking here! “What are you …” I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I’m just frozen to the spot. But standing right in front of me is Luke. My gorgeous little Hufflepuff, Luke. “I mean … you’re back!” He bites his bottom lip and then looks at the trophy I’m clutching in my hands. “How did you do at the show?” he asks, his voice noticeably nervous. And now I suddenly feel nervous too. “I came third!” I reply, shaking my trophy. Luke nods at me. And there’s a silence. God it’s awkward. I want to go up to him and cuddle him. I wanna hold him. And kiss him. But I don’t know what’s happening here. I don’t know why Luke’s back. Fuck - what if he’s just come back to get his stuff? And then my stomach lurches. Because what if he’s leaving for good? I walk over to my side of the room, put my backpack down and place my trophy on my bed. And then I turn to face Luke. He’s still just standing there awkwardly. I fold my arms across my chest. I suddenly feel a little cagey. “What’s going on here, Luke?” He sighs and sits down on his bed. He still looks so nervous. My insides tighten with nerves at the thought of what's coming next. I walk across the room and sit down on the mattress next to Luke. Fuck - I still can’t believe he’s actually here. That I’m sitting so close to him again. He looks out to the room and swallows hard. Then he looks in my direction. At my body. At the Johnny Bravo t-shirt I'm wearing. And my ridiculously bronzed arms. And then he finally looks up at my face with those beautiful piercing blue eyes and breathes a deep sigh. “Do you know what the scariest thing about coming to Muscle University was? The thing I was most nervous about?” I look at him confused. I have no fucking idea what Luke’s about to say. “It wasn’t knowing that I would probably be the smallest guy here. It wasn’t the training. Or the idea of having to take my clothes off and pose in front of a whole class of lads who were so much bigger than I was. The scariest thing for me was the thought of not making any friends. That’s what I was worried about the most. That I’d be stuck up here at this university with no one. And when we started hanging out, I couldn’t believe it. That we actually got on. That you liked me enough to go to the SU bar with me. And take me to Glasgow. And sit on my bed watching Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug. That a guy like you, a bodybuilder like you, wanted to waste his time hanging out with someone like me!” I can’t believe that Luke is saying these things to me. I shake my head. “Luke!” “Just let me finish!” He lets out a deep sigh before continuing. “And then I found out that you were gay. And started thinking that - God - as fucking CRAZY as the idea was to me, that maybe you even liked me more than a friend! That maybe there was actually something more going on between us. And when we finally got together, I just kept thinking, how the FUCK has this happened? Why does Woody like ME?” What the FUCK? I had no idea Luke was feeling any of this. “I mean, LOOK AT YOU! You’re an actual bodybuilder. With pecs. And abs. And … you look like a film star, for fuck’s sake. I remember thinking, he can have guy he wants, and he’s chosen me. Fucking ME! And every day I just kept thinking that something was gonna happen. That you were gonna wake up one morning, look at me and think, “What the hell am I doing with THIS guy?” And I thought, that if you can’t see it now, one day you will. One day you’ll meet someone bigger than you are. Maybe even better looking, and you’ll look back and laugh at the fact that you actually thought you liked your small, geeky roommate who used to wear Harry Potter boxer shorts! And when you told me about Deano. It was like … this is it! This is the wake up call I’ve been waiting for. This is what’s gonna bring me back to reality. Make me realise that this. Being here with you. It’s just a fantasy. A fucking fever dream. And I was almost … God, this sounds really fucking awful … but I was almost relieved that you’d kissed Deano!” What the hell? My stomach clenches. “Because I didn’t have to kid myself anymore. I didn’t have to constantly think that you were gonna suddenly wake up and come to your senses. And realise you didn’t want to be with me after all. But … God, Woody - these past three days. All I’ve fucking thought about is you! All I’ve wanted was to be back here on this bed. Hanging out with you. Doing all the things we do. Watching Harry Potter. In our matching Harry Potter boxer shorts.” I feel like I’m gonna fucking cry. My heart’s blowing up. And I feel like I’m gonna fucking cry! “Luke …” “Just let me finish!” I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to smile at Luke’s sudden assertiveness. “And I know I did a shitty thing by leaving!” I shake my head. “I just … I panicked! I freaked out. About the Facebook post. About the Deano thing. I just couldn’t be here, Woody. But I regretted it. After I left, I got to the end of the corridor and thought, “What the fuck am I doing?” I mean, I actually stopped. I was gonna come back. But …” But I told him to fuck off! Because I’m a fucking idiot. Luke sighs. “And I thought about it all the way home. Whether I’d done the right thing by leaving. And all day yesterday. And then this morning I saw that Instagram post. I saw you in my posers! I saw the reference to the Harry Potter boxers I bought you. And the Gryffindor hashtag.” And now I’m smiling. I can’t help it. “And maybe one day you WILL wake up and realise you don’t want me. Maybe you will meet someone bigger than you. And better looking!” ARGH! I want to fucking SCREAM. “But … until that happens … I … I can’t NOT be with you, Woody!” Fuuuuck. That’s all I wanted to hear. The only fucking thing that matters here. “Luke - can I PLEASE speak now?” He bites his bottom lip, suddenly looking nervous again. “Oh my GOD! LUKE! What do I have to do?” I ask, dramatically. He just looks at me puzzled. “Come on! Just tell me. What do I have to say? To CONVINCE you that - GOD - I am absolutely and totally fucking CRAZY about you!” And now Luke’s mouth is curling into this giddy little grin. Fucking HELL I’ve missed those dimples. “I mean … I literally think about you ALL the time. I think about your dimples. And your cute calf muscles. And your hot little abs. And your arse. That CUTE fucking arse! Do you know before we got together, I sat on this bed and fucking SNIFFED your pillow for fuck’s sake? That’s how much I liked you! I mean, for God’s sake, Luke - I’m wearing your posers! And right now? Honestly? I never want to fucking take them off! Because they’re YOUR posers. They remind me of you. And your arse has been in these trunks. That cute fucking arse of yours I still think about SO fucking much.” I’m not thinking about what I’m saying. The words are just tumbling out of my mouth. “And I’m sorry. I’m fucking SORRY! For all the shitty things I’ve done. For kissing twat faced fucking Deano. For not telling you about it. I’m sorry for abandoning you in Bristol. I’m sorry that I wasn’t brave enough to tell you that I liked you for all that time. And I’m sorry making that deal with Johnny. For those stupid fucking things I wrote in my notebook. For embarrassing you in your first Posing Practice 101 class. I’m sorry for being a dick to you when you first started. I’m sorry for calling you a wannabe physique competitor, even though there’s nothing wrong with being a wannabe physique competitor, Luke!” And now Luke’s fucking beaming at me. I shake my head. “I’m sorry for being a shitty fucking boyfriend. And I’m sorry for all the shitty things I’ll probably end up doing next term! And next year. And for the rest of our time here at Montgomery. And I WILL fucking be your boyfriend for the rest of the time we’re here. Because I don’t fucking WANT anyone else, Luke. I don’t want anyone bigger. Or anyone better. Because there IS no one better. No one’s ever made me feel like you do, Luke. No hot personal trainer guy from back home. No twat faced fucking pocket rocket bodybuilder here at Montgomery. Just YOU. Only YOU. I mean …” And then I stop myself. Luke’s just looking at me. My chest tightens. Fuck. I can’t believe the words that we’re about to come out of my mouth before I stopped. I can’t believe what’s screaming in my head. What I want to say out loud. So fucking badly. But what if Luke doesn’t say it back? What if Luke doesn’t feel the same? What if I stop obsessing and worrying about every fucking Luke related thing just this one fucking time and TRUST that things might actually turn out okay and maybe even - “I'm fucking in love with you, for God’s sake!” Holy fucking shit! I said it. I fucking said it. Luke looks so surprised. But I’m not scared. I’m not freaked out. Because it’s fucking true. Luke’s lip starts to quiver and he lets out a choked little sob. And now he’s lunging towards me and his lips are on mine and the first time in three fucking days (the longest three days ever) I’m kissing Luke. My gorgeous little Hufflepuff, Luke. Who I love so fucking much. And it feels like my heart has exploded. Into a thousand fucking pieces. And now we’ve stopped kissing. Our foreheads are touching. My arm around his back. Luke’s hand gripping my bronzed hairless forearm. “I can’t believe you're wearing my posing trunks!” he says. I laugh, my forehead still touching his. I could stay like this forever. “Oh and Woody?” Luke whispers. I don’t say anything. “... I'm in love with you too!” Five Months Later “Okay … 10,” I say, looking at the number on the door I wheel my suitcase past. “That one’s 11,” I say, looking at the door on the opposite side of the corridor. And then I see the number 12 on the front door I’m approaching. I stop in front of it and turn to my boyfriend Luke, who’s now stood next to me with his own suitcase. He’s giving me this cute, excited grin. The dimples I love so fucking much out in full force. I can tell from his expression that he’s just as excited and eager to see the room we’ll be spending our second year at Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness in as I am. “This better be fucking bigger than our old room!” Luke playfully rolls his eyes and smirks. “Just open the door!” he orders, smiling. I swear he’s gotten bossier since he packed more muscle onto his frame. I put the key in the door and then pause to look at Luke with an excited grin. There’s no one coming down the hall over his shoulder. I turn to look in the opposite direction. The hallway’s completely deserted. So I bring my face forward and give Luke a quick kiss on the lips. He’s looking at me surprised and wide eyed, but he's smirking like fucking crazy. I open the door to a bright room. It’s fairly spacious but really doesn’t look that much bigger or different to our old dorm room. I look at Luke and screw my face up. Luke groans and rolls his eyes. “It’s FINE!” “It's practically the same as our old room!” I complain. Luke shakes his head and smirks as he rolls his suitcase into the room and I go to check out the en suite bathroom. At least that’s bigger than the old one. “Are you having that side?” Luke says, pointing to the right side of the room. Which, incidentally, was the same side I had in our old one. I shrug and pull a face. “Might as well!” I lift up my suitcase and throw it on my new bed. And then I sense Luke behind me and before I have time to turn around, he’s wrapping his beefy little arms around my waist and pushing his torso up against my back. I grab his forearms with my hands and give them a squeeze, feeling like I want to fucking melt. I spin around, a huge fuck off smile on my face and wrap my arms around Luke’s waist and back and go in for a kiss. Jesus. Will kissing Luke ever NOT feel amazing? We part lips and I look down at his white vest with a print of The Hulk on the front. Six months ago Luke would never have worn this vest. “These arms!” I say, gripping on to Luke’s meaty upper arms with both hands. He giddily grins and bites his lip. Luke’s really packed on some muscle over the last few months. Especially since he signed up to a hardcore bodybuilding gym back home in Sheffield over the summer. Incidentally the same gym his dad used to train at. “You’re definitely not gonna be the smallest lad here anymore!” I tell him. “Hmmm. I bet some of those first years are still gonna be bigger than me though!” “BUT … will any of them be wearing bright yellow Harry Potter boxer shorts to their first Posing Practice 101 class?” Luke grins and rolls his eyes. I look at the big bare wall behind Luke. “Are you gonna put your Tommy Foster poster up?” Luke shakes his head. “I didn’t bring it!” “What?! The room won’t look the same without it!” Luke smirks and shrugs. “We’ll have to buy a new one.” “We are NOT having a Harry Potter poster up on the wall!” “I do have something to put up!” he says, going over to his suitcase. I follow Luke and flop down on his new bed for the first time as he rummages through his case to find whatever he’s looking for. And then he pulls out a book and from the middle of it retrieves the illustration of Tommy “The Tank” Foster I drew from Luke’s old poster. The same one that was stuck to the wall above his bed in our old room. He sticks it up with some Blu Tack and then looks at me, this happy, loving grin on his face. I look back at him and smile. A definite Woody and Luke moment. “I wonder who are new neighbours are?” Luke asks. Then he gasps. “What if it’s DEANO?” I smirk and roll my eyes at him. Deano pretty much left us alone after the incident with the Facebook post last year. There was one really awkward moment when me and Luke walked into the changing rooms at the Watson House gym and Deano was stood there alone. He nodded and said, “Lads!” like nothing had ever happened (which fucking pissed me off) but I remain tight lipped and let the incident slide. Other than that he hasn’t really spoken to me. All of the shouting out, gay jokes and twattish remarks stopped. I don’t think he dared give us any hassle after he got suspended for posting the illustration of me kissing Luke on Facebook. There was a weird moment during one Posing Practice 101 last term when I turned around to find Deano just staring at me. This kind of sad, almost longing look on his face. He quickly looked away when he saw me looking. I never told Luke about it. Who knows if he’s still harbouring feelings for me. We haven’t seen each other all summer. He might be completely over me by now. I kind of hope for his sake he is. I was sort of relieved when the university didn’t open up the end of year bodybuilding show to the first years again, because after the experience I had at the last one, I definitely would have entered. And I know Deano would have too. I guess I’ll have to wait for next term to find out whether I’d kick his huge, velvet trunk encased bubble butt on stage. Luke crawls over to where I’m sitting. He snuggles into my chest and I wrap my arm around his back. I kiss him on the forehead and take in that Luke scent I love so fucking much. It feels so good to have him all to myself again. To finally be living in the same place. We spent quite a bit of time together over the summer. We had a long weekend in London. And we went to visit Emily in Bristol too. We saw cute, ginger Max again. Oh and that guy, Steve, who I pulled the weekend we were there for my birthday. Which was kind of awkward. Luke came to stay at my parents in Sussex too. I don’t think mum suspected anything. She just thought he was a mate from uni. It was cool having him there though, sleeping in the bedroom I'd grown up in together. Oh and I went to visit and stay with his mum and sister in Sheffield too. His mum kinda loved me, but then I guess I did turn on the charm a bit. Oh and his little sister clearly fancied me. Which was fucking hilarious. All in all it was a pretty great summer. And we managed to make it work, despite living miles apart from each other. But it wasn’t quite the same as being together all the time. In our own room in this university in the middle of sodding nowhere. Which, incidentally, isn't really something that bothers me much anymore. I look around the room. Our brand new second year room in Johnson Hall. And I’m suddenly overcome with nostalgia for my old dorm room. I spent so long in that room feeling unhappy. Wishing I were somewhere else. But that was before Luke showed up. With his Tommy Foster poster. And his geeky t-shirts. And his Harry bloody Potter boxer shorts. That was before I starting thinking about him all the fucking time. Before I started obsessing about his cute little arse blowing out of the shiny blue posing trunks I helped him buy on his third day here at Muscle University. That was before I fell completely in fucking love with him. “Is it bad that I kinda miss our old room?” Luke takes his head away from my chest and looks up at me, surprised but smirking. “Hmmm. I know what you mean!” I just smile back at him. “Do you think we’ll have a drama free year this time?” Luke asks, with a smirk. I look down at the thick, perfectly pumped pecs bulging off my chest under my favourite Johnny Bravo t-shirt. “Hmmm. What do you think, boys? Are me and Luke gonna have a drama free second year at Muscle University? No deals with Johnny Hoxton? No one in velvet posing trunks trying to kiss either of us? OH - and is Luke gonna become more freak than geek by the end of the year?” “That’s a lot of questions for one pair of pecs!” “Oooh - AND … are we gonna grow to love this room as much as we loved the old one?” Luke bites his bottom lip and beams at me. Dimples and bloody everything. "Bounce twice for yes, once for no!” Then I bounce my pecs twice. “The pecs have spoken!” THE END

Okay, this is the last but one chapter (and it's quite a long one)! After the last one there's an epilogue which is about the size of a small chapter. I'll be posting them both together. Thirty Three The first thing I see when I wake up is Luke’s poster of a shredded Tommy Foster cranking out an abs and thighs pose in his shiny yellow posing trunks pinned to the wall. And then I look at his empty bed. And this crushing feeling of sadness goes through me. My insides clench as I reach for my phone and look at the screen. There’s no missed calls from Luke. And no text messages either. And even though I wasn’t expecting to see either of those things, my heart still drops when I discover that Luke still hasn’t tried to contact me since he left yesterday. I roll over to face the wall my bed is pushed up against. I just feel like lying here all fucking day. Hiding away from everyone here at Montgomery. From the first years talking and whispering about me after Deano’s Facebook post. From all the weird looks I’m bound to receive. From Johnny and Hancox and all my other lecturers. And from Deano. Fucking Deano. I don’t know what happened to him after Johnny dragged him away from me yesterday. Whether he’s been punished for the stunt he pulled. I presume he has. To be honest, right now I don’t really care. Because Luke left. He’s actually gone. Nothing else really seems that important. It all keeps going round in my head. How scared Luke looked that people had seen the illustration of me kissing him. How confused he was when I let slip that Deano had kissed me. How he couldn’t understand why I hadn’t told him before. How cold he was when I found out he’d kissed me back. How hurt he clearly felt. How he couldn’t look at me when he was packing his bag to leave. How angry he was when he shouted, “YOU FUCKING KISSED DEANO!” at me. How freaked out he looked when I wouldn’t let go of his hand. And his face when I told him to fuck off. The sob he let out. That fucking sob! I never wanted to make Luke cry. I never wanted to hurt him that way. But I did. I guess prick faced Leonard from Bristol was right after all. In a way I don’t blame Luke for leaving. There’s a part of me that understands why he did it. But there’s another part of me that feels so fucking angry that he left. That I think he took the easy way out. That he should’ve stayed and fought. For me. For us. Which is what I would have surely done? But I also keep having this thought. That maybe it’s for the best that Luke left. That maybe I’m not supposed to be with someone with Luke. That maybe I’m not supposed to be with anyone. That I was kidding myself by thinking I could do the whole boyfriend thing. Maybe that person I was when I was with Luke wasn’t the real me. That version of myself who kept obsessing over him, and couldn’t stop thinking about him and just wanted to kiss him and be with him all the fucking time. That person who sat on Luke’s bed when he wasn’t in the room and sniffed his fucking pillow. Maybe now Luke’s gone I can just go back to being myself. The way I was before. The cocky, handsome as shit bodybuilder who cheekily flirts with gay dudes on Instagram and who’s good at delivering witty put downs to twats like Deano and Shaun. The guy who goes down to Bristol and hooks up with hot guys who I have to ignore the next day when they get too keen. The guy who has to deal with that gut wrenching feeling every time I return back to this university in the middle of sodding nowhere where every other fucker here is a bodybuilder just like me. My phone pings and I hate how much I want it to be Luke. And I hate that stomach wrenching feeling I get when I see that it’s just a text from Johnny Hoxton asking me to come to his office today at noon. I sigh and sink back into my pillow. It feels like it would take every fucking effort in the world to lift myself off the mattress. Just two more days of lectures. Two more days of training. And then it’s the end of term bodybuilding show on Saturday. Jesus. Right now that’s the last thing I want to do. Maybe I should do a Luke. Maybe I should just go home. No. Fuck that! I’m not running away. That’s not me. I’m gonna go out there and pretend that everything’s fine. I’m gonna face everyone like nothing’s happened. Like I don’t give a shit. Even though it feels like my heart breaks a little bit more with every fucking second that passes. A few hours later and I’m making my way to Johnny’s office. I got a few weird looks in my lecture this morning, but no one said anything to me about the Facebook post. I’m not naive to think this will all blow over that easily, but maybe the fall out from it won’t be quite so bad after all. I feel weirdly nervous as I get closer to the office. Because I don’t know what to expect from this little meeting. I have a feeling he’s going to want to talk about what happened yesterday. That he’ll be all concerned and nice. That he'll be sympathetic Johnny. And I know it will be genuine and that it will come from a good place, I’m just not sure if I want to let my guard down right now. Not that that ever came easily to me anyway. And then I suddenly have a thought. Oh God. What if fucking DEANO will be there? What if this is some sort of meeting set up to “sort things out” between us? Ugh. Fuck THAT! And then I have another thought which partly panics me and partly excites me. What if Luke didn’t actually leave yesterday? What if he got all the way to Prince House and realised he was being ridiculous by leaving two days before the end of term, so he went to Johnny and asked for a temporary room for the night because he couldn’t face sleeping in his dorm room with me. Oh God. What if Luke is sitting in Johnny Hoxton’s office right now? What if Luke and Deano and Johnny are all sitting there waiting for me to arrive? My insides tighten when I open the door to Johnny’s office. And my heart drops. Just a little. Because there’s no Luke. And there’s no Deano either. It’s just Johnny. It’s just me and Johnny. “Alright, mate. Take a seat!” I do as I’m told, feeling nervous as I sit opposite Johnny. “How are you feeling, Woody?” I shrug, feeling awkward. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that question? “Okay ... I guess!” What a joke. As if I’m anything but fucking okay. Johnny stands up and walks closer to me, perching on the end of his desk. “Well I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, but Dean Watkins has been suspended!” HA! I instantly feel victorious. But as quickly as that feeling comes, it vanishes. And now I just feel kind of numb. “Which means he won’t be competing in the end of term bodybuilding show on Saturday.” I just nod. I don’t know what Johnny wants from me here. “I’m not gonna lie, Woody. People are talking about that picture of you and Luke …” my stomach twists at the mention of the illustration of me kissing Luke on the cheek, “but I’ll repeat what I said to you and Mr Watkins in this office a few weeks ago. We have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to harassment or bullying of any students here at Montgomery. So if there are any incidents following Deano’s Facebook post, you MUST come and report them to me!” I chew the inside of my mouth and nod. I know Johnny means well here, but I’m not exactly gonna run to him every time Shaun makes a twatty comment or someone whispers something to another person that’s blatantly about me. Even though he might want to, Johnny can’t stop every lad here giving me shit for the illustration. For being gay. “I also received a call from Luke this morning.” FUCK! My heart leaps into my throat. And my grip on the arms of Johnny's chair gets tighter. I don’t want to give anything away to Johnny, so I don’t respond or say anything. “He told me about his family emergency.” HA! So Luke lied to Johnny about why he left. It takes all my effort not to fucking scoff. But I know if I do, it might cause Johnny to become suspicious. And potentially get Luke into trouble. Which I guess I don’t want to happen. Fuck - of course I don’t want that to happen! “It’s a shame he’s had to leave before the end of term,” Johnny says. I look at him and fuck - I feel nervous, because it’s like he’s studying my face for a reaction. Like he knows it’s all bullshit. I try not to give anything away. “Deano seemed to be under the impression that Luke was the one who drew that illustration of the two of you.” What the fuck? Is this some kind of trick to get me to confess? He’s just looking at me, again, like he’s waiting for a reaction. “I don’t know if that’s true, Woody. And, quite frankly, it’s none of my business. But I will say this …” Oh God. I feel so nervous. What the fuck is Johnny gonna say? “Whoever drew that illustration is exceptionally talented!” Oh wow. I totally wasn’t expecting that. My chest starts to flutter. And now Johnny’s smiling at me. This kind, knowing smile and I suddenly feel like I want to fucking cry. Because he knows. Somehow Johnny knows. That I drew the illustration of me and Luke. That me and Luke are together - or at least we were. And that I’m gay. He fucking knows it all. And from the way he’s looking at me. I can tell he approves. I turn away from him and look out the window of his office. Suddenly I don’t feel nervous or awkward anymore. “I don’t get it, sir!” I look back at Johnny. He’s looking at me confused, waiting for me to go on. “I don’t get why it’s an issue.” Fuck. I can’t quite believe I’m saying this. “If a bodybuilder’s gay!” I pull a face. “Why does it matter?” Johnny shrugs. “In an ideal world, it wouldn’t!” he says. “Like … say, if Blaine Holton, or … I dunno, Tommy Foster. Say they came out tomorrow. It wouldn’t stop them from being amazing bodybuilders!” “Of course it wouldn’t!” Johnny says, smiling. I just shake my head and don’t say any more. “It’s like, having a problem with someone because …” I shrug, “I dunno, they prefer shiny posing trunks over velvet ones!” Johnny smiles. “Well, I’ve never understood why anyone would choose to wear velvet posing trunks …” HA! Love it! “...but, I’m afraid there’s always been a fair amount of homophobia in bodybuilding, Woody! Or at least as long as I can remember.” “So … you don’t care?” I ask, nervously. Fuck! He furrows his eyebrows at me. “What - that you prefer shiny posing trunks to velvet ones?” That makes me laugh. “No, Woody! I don’t care,” he says, giving me this big, warm smile and fuck - I suddenly feel myself starting to well up. “Right, Woody. I want you to promise me something!” “Okay?” I reply, confused as to what’s coming next. “That whatever has happened over these past few days, you will NOT let it affect your performance at the end of term show on Saturday!” I nod at Johnny, finding myself smiling. “For the next few days you’re gonna train that MASSIVE fucking arse off …” What the FUCK?! Did Johnny Hoxton just say I had a massive arse? I let out a shocked laugh, and Johnny laughs along with me as he continues his prep talk. “... and then you’re gonna get on that stage on Saturday and have the same fun you ALWAYS do and be the cocky little shit you always are because I’ve SEEN the YouTube videos of you on stage, Woody!” I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this. God I love Johnny, So, so fucking much. “Sound like a deal?” he says, cheekily beaming at me. Jesus. Another deal with Johnny Hoxton. At least this one doesn’t involve anyone else. Just me. It’s just me now. Like it used to be. I smile and nod at him. “You’re using the song you always use, right? I’m Sexy And I Know It?” HA!! I nod. “Yes, sir!” I reply, practically fucking beaming. “Good man! That is the PERFECT song for you,” he says, with a mischievous smirk. He sighs and looks at me with a smile, and suddenly I feel like the next few days might not be so bad after all. That I might actually manage to have fun at the bodybuilding show on Saturday. That I may even temporarily manage to forget the gut wrenching feeling I get whenever I remember that Luke has gone, just like I’ve managed to do in this office during this conversation with Johnny up until now. “And I want to see some of those cheeky Instagram posts on the day of the show!” he says as I walk to the door. I look back and grin at him. And then - I can’t resist. “You know, sir … your arse isn’t exactly small either!” Johnny laughs and shakes his head. “Cheeky little bugger! OUT of my office!” For the next two days I do what Johnny has asked of me. I train my massive (you fucking know it, Johnny!) arse off. I go to my lectures. I think about the bodybuilding show on Saturday. I go over my routine in my head. Even practice it a few times in my dorm room. And sometimes it stops me from thinking about Luke. Sometimes it stops me from going over all the things that happened the day he left. Sometimes it stops me from feeling like I just want the whole world to fuck off and die. But there are times when I feel myself crumbling. When I start thinking about how much I miss him. How much I want to talk to him, and whether I should text him. When I feel sick at the memory of telling him to fuck off and making him cry. And times when I feel like I’m falling through the floor when I think about the possibility that I’ve lost Luke for good. The looks and the gossip seem to ease off too. There are a couple of incidents. Times when I catch guys whispering to each other, looking at me and smirking. Times when I feel like people are looking at me. Judging me. And at one point in the gym, I catch one guy I vaguely recognise from Posing Practice 101 just glaring at me like he wants to kick my fucking head in, to which I gave him a big cheery smile and a little wave before I headed to the changing rooms. But most guys ignore me, just like they normally do. I’m mostly still invisible to the second and third years. Maybe they heard about the post but didn’t see it. Or maybe they just don’t realise that the guy kissing the smiling boy in the glasses on the cheek is me. When I wake up on the morning of the bodybuilding show, I’m not excited. I’m not nervous either. I’m not even thinking about the competition. Because, for some reason, all I can seem to think about is Luke. Just Luke. I keep thinking about the first time I saw him. How I couldn’t believe who was standing in the middle of this very room, with his beefy little arms bulging out of his blue Batman t-shirt and his black framed glasses perched on the top of his little nose. I wonder what he’s doing now. Back home in Sheffield. I wonder if he’s thinking about me. I wonder if he’s managed to do anything but think about me. I wonder if he can’t stop thinking about what happened. Picturing me kissing Deano. And I wonder if the words I said to him as I left have been going round and round in his head. Go on then, Luke. Fuck off. And I wonder if he’s wishing that he were back here with me. Waking up to me. Getting ready to watch his bodybuilder boyfriend compete on stage at the end of term bodybuilding show at Montgomery University. The university he dreamed of attending. The university that would have made his dad proud if he’d known. I need to honour Johnny’s wishes of a cheeky Instagram post, but the prospect makes me feel nervous, because I know there’s a good chance that Luke will see it. Every time I’ve checked the app over the past few days I’ve wondered whether I’m going to see Luke’s cute little face as I’m scrolling down the latest posts. But he hasn’t posted anything since he left. I grab my phone and stand in front of the full length mirror in my room wearing just my trackies. My shoulders looking ridiculous, my famously thick pecs bulging, my arms look straight up fucking monstrous and the six big cobblestones trapped under my skin of my stomach (now more shredded than they’ve ever been since the start of the school year) looking like they’re trying to burst out. I bring my forearm up, flexing the bicep muscles in my right arm while pulling a funny face in the mirror. But I feel like a fucking knob. So I relax and just take a picture of me with a straight face instead. Then I load up Instagram and go to type a cheeky, Johnny approved caption. Pecs = pumped. Biceps = blown up. Abs = shredded. Arse = massive (according to some cheeky little buggers at least). End of term Montgomery University bodybuilding show here we come! #muscleuniversity #freak4life #pumped2buggery #balloonsofbeef #hellyeah #sexyandiknowit And BOOM … the post is up and my straight (but still sexy) face and bulging biceps are out there for all the world to see. Or all thirteen thousand of my Instagram followers anyway. But the high I usually feel after I post a cheeky Instagram post vanishes as quickly as it comes. It just doesn’t seem to give me the same kind of kick it used to. I go into my drawer to grab a vest. I rummage around and then I see something which makes my heart feel like it’s stopped. Johnny Bravo looking up at me from the navy blue t-shirt Luke gifted to me on my birthday. And now I’m remembering how nervous and awkward but adorably proud he was when he gave it to me. And it’s like - God - this huge warmth is going through my body. I don’t even have to think about what I’m going to pull out of that drawer. I pull my Johnny Bravo t-shirt over my head and open up my posing trunk drawer, remembering the time I showed Luke my trunk collection. How nerve wracking but exciting it was to show him how many shiny posers I have. And how embarrassed I was about the purple tan stained pair that are looking up at me now. I reach in and pull out the shiny emerald green posers I was planning to wear today, and then my chest tightens. I put them back and go over to Luke’s drawers instead. I open the middle one and there they are. The inexplicably shiny blue posing trunks I helped Luke pick out that day we went posing trunk shopping. The trunks I pictured Luke’s cute arse stuffed into and blowing out of the back of so many fucking times during those first few weeks he was here at Montgomery. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I pull the trunks out of Luke’s draw and throw them into my backpack. I really didn’t know what to expect when I turned up to the university auditorium on the other side of the campus, but I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be as big as it is. They’ve basically transformed the whole backstage area into a big pump room. I actually feel like I’m backstage at a proper bodybuilding competition. And everywhere I look I see bronzed, shredded lads. Mostly second and third years. Some absolute fucking monsters. It’s hard to believe some of these freaks are only one or two years older than me. And there’s no whispering. No smirks. No weird or judgmental looks. Even Eric Mafra, who is looking like an absolute tank in a pair of shiny bright orange posing trunks and will most likely win the first year class, gives me a friendly nod. There’s a bunch of tanning tents in the corner of the room, which I make my way over to. All the lads doing the tanning are older meatheads in various coloured Montgomery University t-shirts or hoodies, who, for whatever reason, decided not to compete in the show. I queue up for about five minutes and when one becomes free, I make my way over, wearing a little black pair of tanning trunks made out of paper with the most ridiculously thin straps I was handed earlier. And now I’m standing in front of an absolute tank of a student in a red Montgomery hoodie. Something flickers across his face when he looks at me and I feel a tug in my stomach. Like maybe he recognises me from the Facebook post. Maybe he knows who I am. That gay guy. The one kissing the other guy in the glasses. Maybe he’s even looked me up on Instagram. “What’s your name, mate?” he asks me, as he sprays me. He’s actually pretty fucking hot. He’s got these big, jug ears and cute features. Kind of like a taller, more monstrous version of AJ Jones. Did I mention that he’s an absolute fucking tank? “Sebastian!” I tell him, avoiding the nickname I’m synonymous with. He nods and carries on tanning me as I’m standing with my hands behind my head. I had fantasised about Luke being the one to do this. I’m not sure how realistic that would have actually been, but it was a pretty fucking awesome fantasy all the same. “Second year, yeah?” the guy asks me as he spray tans my abs. I shake my head. “First year!” His eyes shoot up to my face. “Wow!” he says, looking impressed. And then his mouth curls into a big, friendly grin. I feel a flutter of something in my chest, but it quickly fades. Just like the high from the Instagram post. Just like every other good feeling or emotion I’ve had since Luke left. And now the AJ Jones lookalike is done and I'm fully tanned up. And in the best condition I’ve been in since I started Muscle University. My pecs are full and bronzed. My abs are big and bursting and the lines in my quads are more prominent than they’ve been since I competed last summer. And even though I’m usually more shredded for my competitions in the real world, I look pretty fucking awesome all round. Like a proper bronzed competitive bodybuilder. I look around the room. A sea of bronzed monsters and shredded lads pumping up and posing in brightly coloured trunks. And I fit right in. I’m one of those monsters. Even bigger and better than a couple of them. There’s even two guys in MU t-shirts going around filming scenes on digital cameras. Probably to upload on to YouTube later. Like a proper pump room at a proper bodybuilding competition. I’ll soon be on stage. I’ll soon be flexing and showing off my muscles for an audience of muscle hungry spectators. I’ll be bouncing my pecs to “I’m Sexy And I Know It”. And still … there’s this sadness running through me that I can’t quite shake. “Woody!” The sound of Johnny calling my name pulls me out of thoughts. I turn to see him striding towards me with a big, warm grin on his face. “How are you feeling?” I sigh and nod. “Okay!” I reply, trying to force a smile. His expression flickers. Like he knows I’m not really okay. “Well you definitely look ready,” he says to me. His eyes veer down to the black paper tanning posers I’m wearing and he pulls a face. "Well ... almost ready, anyway!" I look down and smile. “I’d still choose these over velvet posers, sir!” And then my mind drifts to the trunks in my backpack. Luke’s shiny blue posing trunks. And it’s like my whole body is being filled up with an incredible warmth. Just like it did back in my dorm room when I was looking at my Johnny Bravo t-shirt. “Erm … I should probably change!” Johnny smiles at me and nods. “Course! Well good luck up there, matie!” he says to me, giving me a friendly tap on one of my newly bronzed shoulders. “Oh and er … liking the Instagram post!” I duck behind one of the tanning tents out of view from everyone in the room and rummage through my backpack. I take out Luke’s shiny blue posers and I suddenly feel a sting in the back of my eyes. Because these shiny trunks in my hand belong to Luke. My lovely little Luke, who I adore so fucking much. And who should be here. Right here with me in this pump room full of bronzed, shredded bodybuilders. And out there in the audience when I step on stage, ready to watch the boy he’s shared so much with flexing and posing in the shiny blue trunks he helped him buy all those fucking weeks ago. I can't deny that I feel a pinch of excitement as I pull the shiny blue trunks up my quads. What the fuck would Luke think if he knew I was stood here right now wearing his trunks? I take my phone out of my backpack and load up Instagram as I wait to be called. Hundreds of people have liked my post from this morning. I’ve had a bunch of comments too. And I have to smile, because one of them is from the guy who asked to feel my biceps from a few weeks ago. “Still wanna feel those biceps. Got the £110 ready!” HA!! fucking love it. I think of a reply. “Sorry, dude. These biceps are taken. But @deano_thepocketrocket might take you up on that offer!” God - I’m soooo fucking tempted. But I can’t do that. So I just ignore him and check the notifications again, hoping to see something from from_geek_to_freak but not surprised in the slightest when I don’t. The sound of Hancox’s voice calling out from the other side of the pump room pulls me from my thoughts. “Guys, can I get the first year competitors to line up here please?” That’s me. That’s my queue to move. But I just stand there, with my phone in my hand, staring into space. “All seven first year competitors over here and ready to go on stage please!” “Mate - they’re calling you! Are you okay?” I look up. It’s the AJ Jones lookalike who helped me tan up. I nod at him and he gives me a concerned smile. “Wait - can you take a pic of me? Quickly?” I ask him. “Sure!” he says, his mouth curling, as I hand him my phone. I place a hand over my wrist and squeeze a most muscular into the camera as my tanning buddie takes my pic. “Awesome!” he says. “Cheers!” But when he hands me back my phone, he’s got this look on his face which, for some reason, makes my chest flutter. I pick up my backpack and head to where I’m being called. “Wait!” I stop and turn around. The AJ Jones lookalike is just looking at me with this weird expression on his face. He almost looks a little nervous. “You’re that guy aren’t you?” Oh fuck! I feel a pull in my stomach and tightly grip the handle of my backpack. He walks closer towards me and lowers his voice. “The guy from the Facebook post!” Ugh. This, now? Seriously? My chest tightens. “Look - I’ve gotta go!” “No! It’s okay!” Fuck. What is going on. What is this? “The other guy …” he says, nervously. “The one you were …” Kissing. The one I was fucking kissing. Is it really that hard to say? “... with!” The way this guy is looking at me. Fuck! He still looks nervous, but his mouth curls into a little grin. And oh my fucking GOD. Suddenly I know what he’s getting it. Unbelievably I think know what’s actually going on here. “Lucky bastard!” he says. And there it is. FUCK! I can’t believe it. Another gay Muscle University student. And a bloody hot one at that. I bite my bottom lip and smile back at him. “Oh, and er … nice fucking posers!” he adds. HA! Fucking love it! “Thanks!” I say, suddenly feeling oddly sheepish. Then I turn to make my way to where my fellow first years are stood with Hancox, my phone still clutched in my hand. And now my stomach is in knots. But not because I’m about to step onto the stage of the auditorium in front of most of the university. But because I think I’m about to make another Instagram post. If I have time. I’m stood behind Mafra. His back is unbelievable. And his tank sized arse (PHWOAR!) is spilling out of his orange trunks. Which really are shiny as fucking shit. But not as shiny as the trunks I’m wearing. I upload the most muscular pic my apparently gay tanning buddie took of me. Fuck. My heart starts beating faster. Am I actually doing this? I type a caption. About to step on stage in this pair of super super duper shiny posing trunks. Unfortunately they wouldn’t let me wear my bright red Harry Potter boxer shorts. #superdupershiny #betterwearsomeshades “Woody!” Hancox is calling my name. #muscleuniversity “Woody! Phone away now!” #truegryffindor “WOODY!” And … post uploaded. Fuuuck. And my phone is back in my backpack. And now I’m following Mafra and walking towards the stage. And I’m freaking out a little. Because I can’t believe I just did that. But as I walk on stage with the other six bronzed lads first year lads, this rush of excitement goes through me. But not just because I’m on a bodybuilding stage in front of a now cheering audience. But because there’s a very good chance that Luke will see that Instagram post. That he’ll recognise the blue trunks I’m wearing as his. That he’ll recall I once called them “super super duper shiny”. That I’ve cheekily referenced the red Harry Potter Gryffindor boxer shorts he bought me for my birthday along with my Johnny Bravo t-shirt. And hopefully he’ll figure out that even though he’s not here, I’m clearly and obviously thinking about him right now. And even though it still fucking hurts that he left. Even though this could potentially backfire if he doesn’t respond. I feel like I’ve done the right thing. But I have to try and forget about that right now. Because I made a promise to Johnny. That I’ll get on this very stage and have the same fun I always do and be the cocky little shit I always am. And I’m about to fulfill that promise. I soak up the audience. The cheers and applause from my fellow students and spectators. I revel in the fact that I’m the centre of attention (which, recent events aside, is still a rare thing here at Montgomery). I blow up my biceps. Crunch my big, stomach popping abs. Show off my bronzed, shredded (hell yeah!) quads. I enjoy being the pumped up, tanned up bodybuilder that I am, being marvelled at and admired by everyone in the room. And somehow, knowing those people are fellow Muscle University students and staff members makes the whole thing even more of a rush than it usually is. It’s only when the prejudging is over and I’m heading backstage and into the makeshift pump room area that I’m thinking about my recent Instagram post again. Has Luke seen it? Has he liked it? Fuck. Maybe even commented on it? But what if he hasn’t done any of those things? How would I feel then? Maybe he’s too busy to check Instagram right now. Maybe he won’t check it for hours. Maybe he won’t log in all day. So i decide not to check my phone. I wait to be called on stage while the other first year lads take their turn to perform their posing routines. Apparently we’re going on in alphabetical surname order, so of course I’m last. And all the time I resist the urge to go into my backpack and get my phone out. And even though I keep thinking about the Instagram post. Even though I keep picturing Luke checking it out on his phone. An adorable smile on his face. His dimples showing. Those dimples I love so fucking much. “Woody - you’re up next!” Hancox tells me. I feel a sharp twist of nerves as I hear my name being introduced. I wonder if anyone other than the first years knows I’m one of the gay guys from the Facebook post. I can’t really think about that now. I have to go out there and make Johnny proud. I walk out to the bright stage lights and my chest blows up when I hear a surprising number of cheers. Fuck - what a buzz! I mean - I always get cheers at bodybuilding shows, but I don’t know, it feels like it means just that little bit more this time. I’m guessing the audience are just cheering for my body, since most of them don’t even know the fuck I am. Who knows - maybe that will change after today? As soon as my posing music routine kicks in, this intense mix of nerves and excitement go through me. As I start throwing poses, with a playfully smug look on my face, I hear laughter from the audience. I know they’re laughing at my song. At the cheeky playfulness of my routine. The downright fucking cockiness of it. But it’s good laughter. Not twatish sniggering during Posing Practice because I'm wearing pink posing trunks, or cruel laughs in the hallways as I walk past because I’m that gay guy from the Facebook post. They’re laughing because I’m a cocky as fuck first year bodybuilder outrageously posing to a song called “I’m Sexy And I Know It”! They laugh when I fold my arms, purse my lips and wiggle my eyebrows up and down (the move Deano disapproved of so much). They cheer every time I crank down into a trap erupting, beef exploding most muscular pose (which Deano said I had too many of). And they go fucking nuts every time I spontaneously start bouncing my pecs (which I’m pretty sure Deano would have made some twatty comment about too). And if the reaction from the audience, and the laughter from the show’s commentator isn’t enough, when I get backstage, my fellow first years give me the warmest welcome. Mafra holds up his fist for me to fucking bump, the others are nodding and practically beaming at me and even Hancox (homophobic prick Hancox who must have heard about Deano’s Facebook post, if not seen it) who’s admittedly looking at me with part disapprovement, part amusement, fucking slaps me on my shoulder. What the fuck?! It’s like the biggest sense of approval I’ve ever had here at Montgomery. If only Luke were here to see it. And then I feel a kick to the stomach as I think about Luke again. Luke should be here. Watching me from the audience. Excited about going back to our dorm room afterwards where we can kiss and cuddle and ARGH - I miss him so fucking much. And now I’m being called back on stage with the other first years for the final comparisons round. And the cheers. Oh my God. They’re so much louder than before. Are they … for ME? I’m pretty sure a good bulk of them are. I can’t wipe the smile off my fucking face. I’m in the first call out with three other guys. Which means I’m mostly likely placing in the top four at least. Half way through they switch me with another guy and I get to stand next to Mafra. FUCK! Could I actually be runner up here? Being next to Mafra seems to bring out just that little bit of extra cockiness in me. I scrunch up my face and grunt as I hit a side chest (OOOF!), I grunt even louder when I crank out an abs and thighs (hell yeah!) and I cheekily stick my tongue out and make a growling noise when I crank out a crab most muscular (FUCK! YES!). And then I hear my favourite word of any bodybuilding show. “Posedown!” Hell fucking YES. I crank up the attitude. I bounce my pecs. The audience go crazy. Mafra sticks to me like fucking glue. And even initiates a head to head crab most muscular, both of us yelling loudly in each other’s faces. Fucking HELL. And at one point I even think how it’s a shame that fucking Deano isn’t here with us. It’s epic. It’s immense. It’s the most fun I’ve had here at Muscle University that didn’t involve Luke. And the cheers. Those fucking cheers. The music finally stops. Mafra’s grabbing my hand in a friendly embrace and patting my back, his fuck off huge, rock hard, beautifully bronzed shoulder (much harder and bigger than Deano’s) on mine (JESUS CHRIST!). And now the commentator’s announcing that it’s time for the awards. Seventh place goes to the smallest lad on stage. Sixth place goes to a ginger guy with awesome abs and Johnny’s prediction was right, because it looks like I'm in the top five. No - I’m in the top four! And when the fourth place goes to a guy in shiny purple posers with a cute little arse my stomach clenches tightly. Because I’m in the top three. I’m in the fucking top three. It’s me, meat monster Mafra and a scary looking meathead dude called Banksy. His physique is totally different from mine. He’s taller, harder and blockier. He’s got some impressive fucking size to him but his muscles don’t pop like mine do. His physique doesn’t have that bubble look like mine has. And I feel a surge of excitement. Because fuck - I'm wondering once again wether I could actually place second. “Your third place competitors goes to …” And the top two places guys get to compete against the second and third year monsters right at the end of the show. FUCK! “Sebastian Wood!” Okay, so I'm not runner up after all. I step forward and the crowd go fucking nuts. I hear loud whooping. And someone calls my name. Johnny calls my name! And when I take my third place trophy, I actually start to well up. Because I feel so much fucking love right now from everyone here at Muscle University. But then I feel a weird pull in my stomach. And that familiar sadness hits me again. Because one person’s missing. The person I want here the fucking most. When I go backstage, people congratulate me. They hit my arm. They pat me on the shoulder. But all I can feel is this weird sort of emptiness. I get my phone out of my backpack and my chest tightens when I bring up my notifications. There’s a shit load of likes on my latest post. A fair few comments too. But none from Luke. Nothing from Luke. And then I can’t stop myself. I’m looking at his From Geek to Freak Instagram profile and seeing his cute little face and his adorable dimples and his hot little abs and his meaty biceps. And I suddenly feel like I’m gonna fucking cry. It’s like someone’s pulling at my fucking heart. I want Luke so fucking badly. Right now I don’t blame him for leaving. I kissed Deano. I fucked up. But he has to forgive me. I have to make Luke forgive me. It’s all I can think about for the rest of the afternoon. When I’m sitting near the front of the audience with the seventh to fourth place competitors from the first years category, who are actually all pretty cool and may even become mates after this. When I’m watching the second years crank and pose on stage. When I’m watching the third year monsters (and bloody HELL some of them are monsters). And when I’m watching my potential new buddie Eric Mafra and runner up Banksy compete with the best of the freaks from the second and third year categories. All I can think about is Luke. How the fuck I can make things right. And how I can make him forgive me. For kissing Deano. For not telling him about the kiss. For telling him to fuck off. Should I text him? Call him even? Tell him how I feel? Maybe I should post something else on Instagram. Just pour my fucking heart out into a post. Without mentioning Luke, obviously. A post that only he would get. Or maybe I should just go to Sheffield. I don’t know his mum’s address. Maybe I could just catch a train and text him and tell him that I’m on my way and that he HAS to see. Is that reckless? Crazy even? More reckless than flirting with gay dudes on Instagram? Crazier than taking Luke all the way to Glasgow for a spontaneous night out? I’m still thinking about it when I'm watching Mafra place fifth overall. When I'm watching the first placed trophy go to some fuck off huge third year with a big bonkers mohawk. When I’m saying goodbye to Johnny. When I’m telling him that I don’t know when I’m leaving for Easter. Probably tomorrow. But I don’t know where I’m going yet. Maybe home. Maybe to Bristol. Maybe somewhere else. And I’m still thinking about it as I’m walking through Hanson Hall on the way back to my dorm room, still bronzed from the competition, wearing my Johnny Bravo t-shirt and Luke’s shiny blue posers under my trackies. How to make it up with Luke. How to make things right. I get to the door of my room and I make a decision. I’m going to Sheffield. First thing tomorrow, I’m going to Glasgow and then I’m catching a train to fucking Sheffield! I’m gonna text Luke. I’m gonna tell him I’m coming. And then I’m gonna do it. It’s reckless. It’s crazy. It’s what a #truegryffindor would do. FUCK. I’m doing this. I’m actually fucking doing this! I open my door, excitement rushing through me at what lies ahead for me tomorrow and my heart jumps into my throat because oh … my ... fucking … GOD … I can’t believe who’s standing in front of me in the middle of my dorm room in his black framed glasses and the same blue Batman t-shirt he was wearing the first time I ever saw him.

Thirty Two I open my eyes and this feeling of warmth washes over me. The last time I woke up this happy was the morning after me and Luke were together for the first time. And now here is, my boyfriend (my fucking boyfriend!) Luke, lying next to me in his bed with his head resting on his pillow. And it hits me, that I’ll be waking up to this every morning next term, for the rest of my first year at Montgomery University of Bodybuilding & Fitness. And for the whole of my second year too, in what ever dorm room is assigned to us. I’m going to head to see Johnny straight after my Anatomy & Aesthetics lecture with Hancox to tell him that I definitely don’t want the single room he’s managed to secure me. I turn to my side, wrap my arm around Luke’s waist and push my body against his. The corner of his mouth curls into a dreamy grin as I do so. It’s crazy to think about all that time I spent hanging out with Luke where I was dying to kiss him. All those times we were sitting on each other’s beds, hanging out, watching Harry Potter or Johnny Bravo or Dom and bloody Cole, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to reach out and fucking touch him. All that time I spent fantasising about being able to do just that. And now I get to do all those things. I get to kiss him. I get to touch him any time I want. I get to squash my pecs against his much smaller chest. I get to reach my hand round and cheekily squeeze that insanely cute arse I spent so much time thinking about and picturing spilling out of his shiny blue posing trunks. I get to brush my legs against his meaty little thighs. And (fuck!) feel his huge, hard cock digging into me the way it’s doing right now. “Jesus. Are you ever NOT hard?” I ask Luke, squeezing my body hard against his. “What do you expect?” he says, gripping on to my big upper arm. “My boyfriend’s a fucking bodybuilder!” And suddenly my heart feels like it’s about to fucking burst. Because FUCK - Luke just called me his boyfriend. And now there’s this weird tension. And Luke’s clearly realised what he just said. Because he suddenly looks a little panicked. “Oh shit!” he says. I pull a face. “Boyfriend? I don’t remember saying I was your boyfriend.” And Luke’s face fucking falls. “I just meant -” “Luke! I’m fucking with you!” He narrows his eyes at me like he’s mad. But he’s got this big fucking smirk on his face too. “You dick!” I laugh and squeeze him harder. And now he’s just beaming at me. This loving, dimple showing grin. My boyfriend (my fucking boyfriend!) Luke. “So … what are we gonna do next week?” I ask him, feeling a sudden excitement at the thought of spending the first part of the Easter holidays with Luke. Just me and him in our dorm room. No Deano. No Shaun. No Posing Practice 101. Just me and my gorgeous little Hufflepuff. “Well … we do have four more Harry Potter films to watch!” I laugh and roll my eyes. “We could go to Glasgow again? Maybe make, like, a day of it?” “That could be cool!” Luke says, with an excited smile. “Or … fuck it. Let’s go to Bristol!” “What - so you can abandon me again?” he teases. I smirk and squeeze him. “Oooh! I can see my mate!” “Who?” “Leonard!” Prick faced fucking Leonard. Who said that Luke was too nice for me. Who said it would all end badly if me and Luke got together. Who said I’d end up screwing him over. Why did I listen to that prick? Why did I let him get to me so much? “Anyway, before all that ...” Luke says, a big mischievous smirk now on his face. “What?!” I ask, confused and excited. “I get to see you compete in a bodybuilding show!” he says, biting his bottom lip and giving my arm a squeeze. “You do know it’s not a proper bodybuilding show!” Luke pulls a face. “It’s as good as! You do get tanned up, right?” I nod. “They have tanning tents backstage apparently!” “So I get to see you on stage. Tanned up. Wearing shiny posers!” I can’t stop grinning. I love how excited Luke seems about the whole thing. “Bouncing your pecs in front of the whole uni to ‘I’m Sexy And I Know It’!” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. I laugh in response. Luke gasps. “What colour posers are you gonna wear?” “Hmmm. Haven’t decided yet. Wanna pick for me?” Luke’s eyes widen in excitement. “But NOT -” “The pink ones!” he interrupts. I laugh and give him a squeeze. “So … I was thinking …” Luke begins mysteriously. “After the show …” I smirk and feel a flutter of excitement. “Yeah?” “Maybe we could back here and you could, like, pose for me?” Oh my fucking God YES. “Hmmm. I mean … I’ll probably be pretty tired from the show!” I tease. Luke smirks, rolls his eyes and shakes his head. I bring my face to his and kiss him as he’s still gripping on to my arm. “Mmmm!” I say, as we part lips, my face still close to mine. “So … you wanna see me pose?” “Yeah!” he whispers, his mouth curling. I reach my hand down and wrap my fingers around Luke’s gloriously huge (fuck!) and fully erect cock. He bites his bottom lip and beams in response. “See me flex?” “Yeah!” I squeeze and tug his cock. “Tanned up. Flexing in posers?” Luke lets out a cute little groan as I continue to play with his cock. “Fuck yeah!” “Grunting and groaning like an animal with every fucking pose?” He lets out a little laugh, his eyes closed and a look of pleasure on his face as I continue to tug away. And then I suddenly release my hand and pull my face away. “Hmmm. Like I say, I’ll probably be pretty tired from the show!” Luke stares at me, disappointment etched on his adorable face and his mouth hung open a little in surprise. Then he narrows his eyes at me. “You’re such a fucking DICK!” he says, smirking as he throws the duvet back and gets up to leave. But I don’t let him. I grab his arm, pull him back down and jump on top off him, both of us laughing as I pin him to the bed and sink my heavy mass into his smaller but perfect, Luke-sized body. “So … you know that single room Johnny got me for next year?” I say to Luke a little later as I pull my blue Montgomery hoodie over me. He’s getting ready to go the gym while I’m about to head to Anatomy & Aesthetics. “Yeah?” he asks as he slings his gym backpack over his shoulder. My stomach clenches. “Do you think …” I hesitate. “I mean, I was kinda thinking of asking Johnny if he’d consider giving it to Deano?” Luke screw his face up. “Really?!” I pull a face and shrug. “How come?” he asks, clearly surprised. My chest tightens. “Just … dunno. Thought it might be a nice thing to do?” And now Luke’s mouth is curling into this affectionate, little grin, like he thinks my gesture is really sweet, and I feel like I want to fucking melt into the floor. “Shaun will be fucking heartbroken!” he jokes. I laugh. “He’s clearly secretly in love with Deano!” I walk up to a now beaming Luke, squeeze his hand with mine and kiss him. I only let him go just before I open the door to our dorm room. And as we head in opposite directions, I turn around once to find Luke looking round at me at the same time. I laugh and he giddily grins back at me. Dimples and bloody everything. A few moments later and I’m walking through Hanson Hall and heading to my lecture when I notice two fellow first years, whose names I can’t remember right now, walking towards me. One of them is looking right at me. He leans into his mate and says something and the both of them smirk. I glare at them confused as they walk past me. They whisper something else to each other and start sniggering like a pair of fucking twats. What the fuck? I stop and just glare at them and they carry on walking. I want to say something but I don’t. And now I’m fucking kicking myself for not doing so as I carry on walking to my lecture. Because I really wanna know what they were laughing about. Maybe they were making a joke about the fact that I wore my pink trunks to Posing Practice 101 last week? Both of those lads are in that lesson. Jesus. It really is like being back at school here sometimes. I can’t fucking wait for it to just be me and Luke next week for the Easter holidays. And then another weird thing happens when I walk into the classroom for my Anatomy & Aesthetics lecture. Another lad nudges his friend and they both look at me wide eyed and smirking. Seriously - what the fuck is going on? “Where’s Henderson, Woody?” It’s Deano’s minion Shaun, calling out from a few rows behind me. I look around and he’s got this smug fucking look on his face. And now my stomach’s churning. “Come on lads, quieten down!” Hancox instructs. I look at my lecturer and he makes eye contact with me, but there’s nothing in his expression that warrants any kind of concern or knowledge of what’s going on. And then I hear something which makes my stomach violently lurch. Shaun making kissing noises and the dickhead he’s sitting next to sniggering. What. The. FUCK? Hancox starts talking. But my heart’s beating faster. And I’m starting to feel panicked. Why the hell was Shaun asking about Luke and then making kissing noises? And then my phone vibrates in my pocket and I have this horrible, horrible feeling that I’m not going to like what I’m about to read. That I really don’t wanna see what text I’ve just been sent. My chest tightens as I sneakily take my phone out of my pocket. I see Luke’s name and two words which makes me feel like I’m about to fall through the fucking floor. “EVERYONE KNOWS!” I sneakily type a reply to Luke’s text under my desk, making sure Hancox doesn’t catch me. My heart fucking pounding. “How??” I turn my head around and spot some random guy looking at me with this really weird, uncomfortable look on his face. My phone vibrates again with a reply from Luke. “Check the uni Facebook page. Woody! I’m freaking out!” Fuck. What the FUCK?! This is not happening. This can NOT be happening. What the hell is on that Facebook page? I can’t just sit here wondering. I stand up and Hancox pauses and looks at me confused. “Sorry - can I just …” I say, signalling to the door. Hancox just nods at me, looking stern and unimpressed. As soon as I’m out of the classroom and in the corridor, I take my phone out again and load up the Montgomery University Facebook page I rarely ever check. And right there, at the top of the page, I see something which sends my whole body into a panic. It’s the illustration of me kissing Luke on the cheek that I drew at the weekend. It’s not that clear that the guy doing the kissing is me. But there’s no question of who the other boy in the picture is. Black framed glasses. A little smile. Adorable dimples. It's unmistakably Luke. Being kissed on the cheek by another guy. Posted on the Internet for the whole university to see. There’s a caption too. “Just roommates?? Looks like some of our fellow Montgomery students have been keeping secrets.” And then I look at the name of the person who uploaded it. Deano “The Pocket Rocket” Watkins. And I feel a rage like no fucking other. I can’t go back to class. I need to see Luke. Oh God Luke! I send him a text. “I’ve seen the post. Fucking Deano! Are you okay?? Where are you?” And now I’m making my way back in the direction of our dorm room and the Watson House gym and my head is fucking spinning. How the fuck could Deano do this? I mean, yes he’s always been an annoying twat, but I never would have expected him to do something like this. Is it because I knocked him back? Bruised his ego? Did he do this out of jealousy over me and Luke? And where the fuck did he get that picture? And then it hits me. Deano was in my room yesterday and my sketchbook was on top of my chest of drawers. And I’m pretty sure the pencil I used to draw it was still stuck in the page that illustration was drawn on. Deano must have looked at the book when I was in the bathroom. And what? Stole the illustration? Or maybe just took a picture of it with his phone? So that’s why he was so desperate to leave. That’s why he was so pissed off. He saw the illustration of me kissing Luke and realised that the boyfriend called Max who lives back home doesn’t really exist. That the boyfriend I told him about was Luke all along. My phone vibrates. Luke’s replied to my text. “Heading back to the room now!” And just as I’m putting my phone back into my pocket, I see him. Deano. Twat faced fucking Deano coming out of what is obviously his dorm room with a backpack slung over his shoulder. And a pulsing rage takes over. “You fucking TWAT!” I shout, lunging towards him. He spins around and quickly reacts by pushing against me. We scuffle and then he slams me up against the wall of the corridor, the weight of his heavy mass pressed against me. His chipmunk cheeks close to my face. “What the fuck have you done?!” I say, pushing him off me. He relaxes and stumbles back, this smug smirk on his face. ARGH!! I want to hit him. I should fucking hit him. I should wipe that smirk right off his face. Even though I’ve never hit anyone in my life. “What’s the matter, Woody? Your boyfriend lives back home. It can’t be Henderson!” “Are you fucking jealous? Is that why you did it?” He screws his face up, like it’s a ridiculous suggestion. Like he’s disgusted at the thought. “What if I tell everyone what happened in my room the other day? What if I announced the fact that you kissed me on Facebook?” He narrows his eyes at me. But I can see a slight worry in his expression. “As if anyone would believe THAT!” he spits. And now I’m just looking at him. I can’t believe I kissed this guy. I can’t fucking believe I ever felt sorry for him. That I was actually going to ask Johnny if he’d consider giving him the single room he’d managed to secure me for my second year at Montgomery. I shake my head. “As if I would ever choose you over Luke!” And then Deano’s face drops. He’s no longer smirking. And I can tell by his expression that what I just said hurt him. “Right! You two - away from each other NOW!” Deano backs away from me as Johnny marches towards us. “Dean. Come with me!” he says, looking and sounding pissed off. Deano picks up his backpack up from the floor. He no longer looks smug. But he doesn’t look that worried either. He just looks kind of defeated. Almost like he’s suddenly given up. Johnny puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. Wow. He’s never done that before. “Are you okay, mate?” For some reason I feel a sting in the back of my eyes. I think I’m seeing for the first time just how much Johnny Hoxton really does care about me. I just nod at him. “I’ll speak to you later, okay?” And then he turns and I stand there watching Deano follow him. He looks back at me. And I notice something in his expression. Almost like a longing. And I suddenly don’t feel quite so angry anymore. Because I know, that although he did a really shitty thing, which he’s now clearly going to be punished for, deep down, the reason Deano did what he did is because he has feelings for me. As I walk back to my dorm room, the realisation of what has happened hits me. That everybody here at Montgomery University knows about me and Luke. Okay, maybe everybody is an exaggeration. Most of the second and third year guys don’t even know I exist. But the lads in my year, and everybody who saw or heard about the Facebook post knows. People here at Montgomery know that I’m gay. Fuck. And now something weird is happening. My whole body suddenly feels lighter. And it’s literally like a massive fucking weight has been lifted off me. Wow. And now I feel this unexpected surge of excitement. Maybe it’s because I’m finally the centre of attention again. Or maybe it’s because people now know that I’m with Luke; the boy I’m completely and utterly crazy about. Fuck. This is huge. So, so huge. But now I feel something else. A sharp pang of worry. Because … Luke. Oh shit. How is Luke going to feel about all of this? And that worry only intensifies when I get back to our room and see the look on Luke’s face as he stands up from his bed. “Are you okay?” I ask, walking up to him and putting a hand on his forearm and grabbing his waist with my other. “Woody - I’m freaking out!” he says, shaking his head. God - he looks so fucking scared. I’ve never seen him like this before. “Luke, it’s gonna be alright!” I tell him as I start to wrap both arms around his waist. “It’s NOT!” he cries, squirming and pushing away. “Everyone’s seen that picture of us! Everyone knows we’re together!” I can’t believe how scared Luke looks right now. What the hell do I say to try and convince him that this whole thing isn’t as bad as it seems? What can I do to take that awful look off his adorable fucking face? “Luke - I know it seems bad, but …” I sigh, “look - not everyone will have seen the picture. I mean, half the guys here don’t even know who we are! And it will probably get taken down when one of the teachers gets wind of it.” I take my phone out of my pocket and load up the page. “Look - it’s already gone!” I say, handing Luke my phone. He looks at it and just shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done. People KNOW we’re together, Woody!” My stomach twists sharply. Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it. “Is that … really so bad?” “YES!” Luke says, without hesitation. He looks at me and groans. “Oh Woody. This isn’t about you! I don’t want people here to know I’m gay. You know that!” I do know that. But I can’t deny that's there’s a part of me that wishes that Luke didn’t care quite so much whether people here at Montgomery and in the wider bodybuilder world know that he's gay. That he was so proud of the fact that me and him are together that it completely overrode any fears of the consequences of people knowing about his sexuality. “Okay, so … we lie!” I suggest. “We deny it. We don’t know where that illustration came from. Deano probably fucking drew it himself!” He shakes his head at me. He looks so defeated. “People know, Woody!” He sighs and sits down on his bed. Then he puts his head in his hands. Fuck! I hate seeing Luke like this. I sit down next to him, put my arm around his back and rest my chin on my shoulder. “You know what we need to do?” Luke doesn’t respond. Or look at me. He just looks to the floor chewing on his bottom lip, looking like he has the weight of the fucking world on his cute little shoulders. “We need to go out there and act like we don’t give a shit!” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “If anyone says anything, just … say something witty in return!” Luke looks at me, that pained fucking expression on his face. “I can’t do that, Woody! I’m not like you.” “Then I’ll do it for you!” I say, rubbing his back with my hand. “I’m not gonna let anyone fuck with you, Luke! And anyway, there’s only, like, three more days left of the term.” “And then what?” he says in a voice. He still looks so worried. I swallow hard. And then I suddenly have a thought which makes my gut feels like it’s being wrenched. What if there’s nothing I can say here that will convince Luke that things will get better? “Maybe …” Luke begins, staring out into the room. He pauses. “Luke?” He turns his head and looks at me, this mix of anguish and nerves on his face. “Maybe I should just go home?” FUCK! “What?!” I suddenly realise I’ve taken my hand off his back. “Just for a bit.” What the FUCK? I shake my head. I can’t believe Luke’s saying this. I can’t believe he’d even think about leaving. “You can’t!” My insides are clenching. My head is fucking spinning. No - these are just words. Luke’s just panicking right now. Surely he wouldn’t really do it? Surely Luke wouldn’t leave me? “Luke - you’re not being serious?” He shakes his head and looks at me, his beautiful piercing blue eyes looking sad. “Everything’s changed, Woody!” And now I’m suddenly panicking. Because what if Luke’s right? What if everything has changed between us? What if we can’t go back? What if people knowing about has completely fucked things up? And now I’m starting to feel angry again at what that fucking prick has done. “FUCK!” I cry. “All of this because of … jealous fucking Deano!” “What do you mean?” Luke looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And my stomach fucking lurches. Because I’ve suddenly realised what I’ve just said. Oh God. Oh FUCK. “I just mean …” “Why is Deano jealous?” Fuuuuck! “Woody?” What have I said? What the FUCK have I just done? I could lie here. I could make something up. But there’s a difference between not telling someone something and telling someone a lie. And right now, I don’t want to lie to Luke. “Okay - promise me you won’t freak out!” I say, trying to sound calm, even though my heart’s pounding. Luke just stares at me. He looks so confused. I breathe a deep sigh. “Deano kissed me.” Luke’s eyes widen in shock. “What?! Deano’s GAY?” I pull a face and shrug. “He says not. But … it sounds like he might be bi?” Luke looks out to the room and shakes his head. “When did THIS happen?” “The other day. When we were filming our posing videos for Johnny’s assignment.” Luke screws his face up in further confusion. He looks like he’s struggling for words. Trying to process his thoughts. And then something washes over his face and for some reason, my stomach tightens sharply. “Why didn’t you tell me?” OH FUCK. “He … promised me not to!” I say, my insides clenching with nerves. Luke screws his face up. “Since when are you loyal to Deano?” Never. Since fucking never! “I felt sorry for him!” I’m lying. And Luke knows it. He fucking knows it. “So what did you do? When he kissed you?” Oh my God. Oh my actual fucking GOD. “I … told him to stop! I told him no!” Luke’s just looking at me, his eyes narrowed, this weird expression on his face. Then he looks out to my side of the room. To the bed where I was kissing Deano and he was on top of me in his velvet fucking posing trunks just two days ago. “Okay - I’m confused!” he says, shuffling back on the bed and turning to me. “You told him to stop AFTER he kissed you?” This. Is. Not. Fucking. Happening! “Why didn’t you stop him before that? Why did you even let him kiss you?” “He … took me by surprise!” He screws his face up and scoffs. “He just lunged towards me! I didn’t have time to think! Honestly Luke - it was nothing!” I say, scooting towards him on the bed. Luke looks out to the room again. It’s funny, because he starts playing with the inside of his cheek. Like he’s rolling his tongue around his mouth. Just like fucking Deano was doing yesterday. “How long?” he says, without looking at me. My whole body suddenly goes cold. “What?” “How long after did you stop it?” Oh God oh God oh God. “Like - I dunno, a few seconds?” He looks at me, his expression suddenly cold and FUCK - I suddenly feel like I’m right back to where I was a few weeks ago when Luke discovered what I’d wrote about him in my notebook. When he found out the reason I started hanging out with him and helping him out was to get my own room next year. “Why didn’t you stop it straight away?” And there’s the question I never wanted to be asked. The question I was afraid Luke would ask if I confessed to my kiss with Deano. And the reason I didn’t even tell Luke about the kiss in the first place. I groan. “Luke - this is stupid!” “I would have stopped it straight away. I would have told you afterwards!” “Okay - I messed up!” I say, my voice raising. And now something else washes over Luke’s expression. “Is there something going on with you and Deano?” “Oh my God. Luke - NO! Of course there isn't!” “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me as soon as it happened? Don’t give me that shit that you promised Deano!” “Because I was scared! I was worried you’d react like THIS!” Luke scoffs. “How am I supposed to react, Woody? Deano kisses you and what - you let him?” “Luke! Trust me. It was NOTHING. Okay - I should have told you straight away. And yes, I probably should have stopped it sooner. But - it meant NOTHING. I mean … it’s fucking Deano. I can’t stand the guy!” “But you kissed him back.” My stomach lurches. “Didn’t you?” "I just got ... caught up in it!" Oh God. His face. Luke’s fucking face. He looks so fucking hurt. I’ve seen that look once before. After he found out about my deal with Johnny. I never wanted to see that look on Luke’s face again, but here it is. I didn’t want to hurt Luke again. But I have. I fucking have! Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Even though it was the truth. I lean forward and put my head in my hands. “It didn't mean anything!” I say. I look up at him, he’s sitting there on his bed, his face so full of hurt and confusion. “Luke - you KNOW how I feel about you!” He chews the inside of his mouth again and looks out to the room. Luke has to get over this. This is just a blip. Surely he'll see that for himself? Surely he’ll get over this? I reach my arm out and gently place my hand on Luke’s lower back, tickling it with my fingers. He closes his eyes in response. Then I scoot over to sit right next to him, wrapping my other arm around Luke’s waist. He grabs my forearm and sinks his head into my chest. I bury my face into Luke’s hair and take in that scent I love so fucking much. And this huge wave of relief goes through my body. Because it feels like everything’s going to be okay. We stay like that for a little while. Just sitting on Luke’s bed, holding each other in silence. And then Luke finally takes his head away from my body and speaks. “I have to go,” he says, in a quiet voice, not looking at me. “Wait - what?!” I say, pulling back from him. “I have to clear my head.” His voice is louder but calm, but he’s still not looking at me. He can’t be fucking serious? “It’s just for a bit!” he says, standing up and reaching under his bed and getting out his holdall, although the time still not looking me in the eye. He looks nervous but determined. “Luke - you … you can’t just leave!” Luke doesn’t respond. He goes into his drawers and starts throwing clothes into his holdall. And I’m just sat here in absolute disbelief, wondering what the actual fuck is happening right now. I feel like I’ve slipped into a bad fucking dream. “What the fuck? Luke - what about staying here together next week for the holidays? What about the show on Saturday?” He just shakes his head as he continues to pack. Why the hell isn’t he looking at me? “Luke - this is stupid. Just STOP!” I say standing up. But he doesn’t respond. And he doesn't look up. He just carries on throwing things into his holdall, this determined look on his face. I grab the t-shirt in his hand to stop him from packing it away and hold on to it tightly. “LUKE!” And then he finally turns to look at me, his eyes wide, his face so full of hurt and anger. “YOU FUCKING KISSED DEANO!” And now we’re just looking at each other. And my body feels heavy. Because now I really know that I’ve fucked up. I know there’s no coming back from this. I can feel Luke slipping away from me. My gorgeous little Hufflepuff Luke. With his Tommy Foster poster. And his geeky t-shirts. And his Harry Potter boxer shorts. The boy I’ve spent the last few weeks becoming completely fucking besotted with. In a way I didn’t think I ever would with anyone. And from nowhere, this determination takes over me. “NO!” I say, shaking my head and going to the door of our room. “You’re not leaving!” Luke shakes his head as he puts his jacket on. “I’m not letting you go!” I say, blocking the door. We’ve been here before. Last time I got him to stay. This time I’ll do the same. Luke picks up his holdall and stops a foot away from me, this look of hurt and anger on his face. I can make him stay. I know I can. “Woody!” he says. He sounds so exhausted. Like he's given up. But I haven't. I reach out and grab his hand with mine. He closes his eyes as my fingers grip his. “I'm not letting you go!” “I can’t stay here, Woody!” I want to scream, “I can’t be here without you!” but I don’t. Instead I just continue to grip his fingers tightly. Luke tries to pull his hand away, but I carry on gripping tight. “Woody!” He pulls back harder. But I carry on gripping his hand. It’s like I can’t let go. “Woody! Let go of my hand!” But I can’t. Luke pulls back harder and I look at his face and he looks freaked out. Even a little scared. And seeing this, I suddenly release his hand and Luke takes a few steps back. Still looking at me with that freaked out expression. And it feels like an invisible wall suddenly goes up between us. “Go on then, Luke!” I say, coldly, as I step away from the door. “Fuck off!” Luke’s face trembles and he lets out a little sobbing noise. And I suddenly feel like I want to cry too. A part of me just wants to reach out and hold him. But I don’t. Because I feel like I’ve shut down. Like I've given enough to Luke. And I don’t want to give him any more. Luke rushes to the door and opens it. And then, without another word or even looking back, he’s gone. Something in me screams to run after him. To tell him that I don’t want to be here if he’s not here. But I can’t move. I’m paralysed. And so I just stand here. Alone in my dorm room again. Feeling like my world just crumbled into nothing.

Thirty One I felt it this morning when I woke up in bed, Luke still asleep and his cute little face resting on his pillow next to mine. I felt it yesterday afternoon after Deano had left and Luke was curled into me on my bed. And I felt it for the whole of the evening too. When we were watching Harry Potter and were cuddled up to each other. When I came back from the bathroom to find him with my sketchbook in his hands, gazing lovingly at the sketch I drew of me kissing his cheek at the weekend. And all the times he asked me if I was sure I was okay, clearly able to sense that something wasn’t right with me, as Luke always bloody does, and I felt it all the times I convinced him that I was just tired from all the contest prep. And I’m still feeling it now as I’m sitting in my last Muscle Food, Diet & Supplements lecture of the term. This gut wrenching guilt. Because I kissed someone else. I kissed a guy who wasn’t Luke. And for the short time that I was doing it, I was into it. Oh God. Even though I don’t even like the guy I was kissing. Even though he annoys the shit out of me most of the time, for those few moments it has happening, I was fucking into it. I keep going over what happened in my head. I keep telling myself that I just got caught up in the heat of the moment. That Deano took me by surprise. That I was powerless. I mean, an actual competitive bodybuilder with wonky abs and huge tits and enormous shoulders and a massive fucking bubble butt (which even Luke said was hot!) who was pumped from the gym and wearing nothing but posing trunks rammed his fucking tongue down my throat and then climbed on top of me after having given me a hard on by flexing and posing in front of me. I mean, that’s the stuff of muscle fantasies right fucking there! How many other lads with a thing for bodybuilders wouldn’t have been turned on in that scenario? And I did stop it. Eventually I stopped it. I thought of Luke. I came to my senses. I knew I was doing something wrong. I pushed Deano and his freshly pumped up muscle mass and his warm, sticky skin off me. I took my hand off his thick, muscular back. His tongue eventually left my mouth! But there's a part of me that can’t help thinking that I probably should have stopped it sooner than I did. Wondering why the hell I let it go on for so long. Why I was gripping on to his sticky, muscular back while his pumped up pocket rocket muscle mass weighed me down. And why I didn't have the willpower to just back away straight away and tell Deano no like I did the second time he kissed me. Luke would have probably understood that. "Hey, Luke. Deano tried to kiss me. And yes - his lips met mine, but I promise, I fucking swear to you, that I stopped him straight away.” Who knows, he might have even been amused by the whole thing. But I didn’t. I let it happen. For way longer than it should have. And that’s what I’m convinced that Luke won’t understand. That’s where I think he’ll question things. Become paranoid and insecure. And ask me why I didn’t stop it straight away. And God - I wouldn’t blame him if he did. If the roles were reversed, if it was Luke who Deano had kissed and I had then found out, I’d be fucking furious. I got jealous in that bar in Glasgow just from seeing another guy whispering into Luke’s ear with his hand on his shoulder, for fuck’s sake! And okay, maybe there is some kind of sexual chemistry between me and Deano. However fucking weird and slightly wrong that feels. But surely Luke would see, surely he’d know, that whatever the fuck happened yesterday with Deano in that lust filled moment of complete and utter madness, and whatever I felt at the time, it fucking pails in comparison to what I feel for him. What I have been feeling for Luke for weeks. When I’m with him. When I kiss him. God - even when I'm just in the same fucking room as him and he's smiling at me with those fucking dimples on his cheeks and looking at me with those gorgeous bloody eyes I love so fucking much. How can that compare with a one minute kiss and fumble with a sweaty, pumped up bodybuilder I can’t fucking stand for the majority of the time? But what if Luke didn’t see things in that way? What if he saw the fact that I let someone kiss me for a few minutes as a betrayal? Which is why I really feel like it’s best that Luke doesn’t know what happened. At least for the time being. If that means keeping a secret from Luke, then so be it. I mean, I know I’ve never done this whole boyfriend thing before, but surely I don't have to tell Luke every single bloody thing that happens? “Woody! Can I have a quick word?” Johnny asks when the lesson comes to an end. I stay behind as everyone else files out of the classroom. “So … four days out from the show. How’s the prep going?” I nod my head. “Yeah. Good, sir.” “And … dare I ask? You and Deano?” My stomach tightens with nerves. Things between me and Deano are fine, sir. Other than the fact that he stuck his tongue down my throat and climbed on fucking top of me yesterday. Oh and has apparently been secretly harbouring feelings for me. “It’s … fine!” Johnny looks at me suspiciously. God - there’s no bullshitting Johnny is there? I suddenly realise how much of an absurd answer I gave him. As if spending time with Deano would ever be fucking “fine”. “Well … I mean, it is Deano! But … I guess he hasn’t annoyed me ALL of the time!” Johnny smiles and nods, looking a little bit pleased with himself. Ugh. If only he knew his little plan for me and Deano to work together has potentially caused a major fucking problem for me and Luke. But then, I guess if it weren’t for Johnny, there might not even be a “me and Luke” in the first place. “Well, I actually have some good news for you!” he says, mysteriously. “I’ve pulled a few strings and … I’ve managed to secure you your own room for next year!” Oh fuck. My heart drops. I totally wasn’t expecting him to say that! “Oh right!” I have no fucking idea what else to say. “It’s in Prince Hall, so your neighbours will mostly be third years!” Fuck. No! I’m nodding at him, but I don’t want this. I want to share with Luke. I want to BE with Luke. “You’ve done a great job with helping Luke out. He’s been doing really well these last few weeks!” I nod, biting my lip and trying to figure out what the hell to say. “Is everything okay, Woody? I was expecting you to be just a little bit happier!” he jokes. “Yeah! I mean …” I pause (shit!), “thanks, sir. For the room …” I pause again, figuring out how to tell him that I don’t actually want what he’s offering me without sounding like an ungrateful fucking prick. “Is it, like … a done deal?” I ask, my stomach clenching. Johnny looks at me suspiciously again. “The room’s yours, Woody!” Fuuuuck. I nod. Oh God. Here goes. “The thing is, sir, since Luke …” (Oh God!), “what I mean is ... I actually don’t mind sharing. Any more!” Johnny just looks at me like he’s studying my face. And now his mouth is curling into a cheeky smirk. “Do you want some time to think about it, Woody?” I breathe a sigh of relief and nod. “Sorry!” I say, awkwardly. He gives me a kind smile and shakes his head. “No need to be. I have to say, I am a little surprised. But … I know how well you and Luke get on!” Oh my GOD! My chest flutters. “And the room will just go to someone else, if you decide you don’t want it!” I nod at him, feeling a huge wave of relief. And then I suddenly have an awful fucking thought. “Wait - I will get to share with Luke again, won’t I?” Johnny smiles at me and nods. “First years get to choose who they share with in their second year. It actually makes it a lot easier if you stick with the same roommate!” I nod, feeling a little sheepish but happy. I turn to head out then stop and turn back. “Will we get a bigger room?” Johnny narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t fucking push it, Woody!” As I walk out of Johnny’s classroom for the last time this term, this huge wave of euphoria goes through me. Because I get to share with Luke again next year. Fuck! I get to wake up next to him every morning, wrap my arm around him and bury my face into the back of his neck, taking in that Luke scent I love so much. I get to see him walking around with his insanely cute arse nestled into whatever geeky boxer shorts he’s wearing that day. And I get to cuddle into his chest and squeeze him as we lie on his bed watching Harry Potter or Johnny Bravo or even that weird Dom and Cole shit. Something I’d fucking love to do right now. But I can’t. Because I have to go and do cardio with Deano. Shit. And now I’m suddenly nervous. Because I really don’t know how Deano is going to be with me today. Will things be awkward between us? Will he act weird around me? Or will he just be the same old Deano, both of us pretending that nothing happened between us yesterday? I still can’t believe that Deano Watkins actually likes me! What the actual fucking fuck? I mean, he didn’t so much as say the words, but he didn’t really need to. And now I’m wondering how long Deano has been harbouring these feelings for. Maybe it’s a recent thing or maybe it’s been brewing right from the start of the school year. And have those feelings intensified since we started working together on our assignment for the show? And what kind of thoughts has Deano had about me? Presumably kissing me. But what else? Has he lay in bed imagining I’m lying next to him, his arm around my waist and his head on my chest, cuddled up to me the way me and Luke do with each other every day? And now I’m getting closer to the gym, I’m suddenly wondering whether things will be awkward between us. Will he act weird around me? Or will he just be the same old Deano, both of pretending that nothing happened between us yesterday? I’m about to find out, because now in sight and standing by the entrance of the Watson House gym, looking like a pocket sized tank in his black Montgomery University hoodie and his gym backpack slung over the huge, boulder shoulder I had on my hand yesterday, is the boy who (against all odds) fucking kissed me yesterday on my bed. And, although he’s probably trying his best to not look it, I can tell that he’s nervous. “Alright!” I say, suddenly feeling nervous too. “Hey!” he says, clutching the handle of his backpack and not smiling. And now we’re going into the gym. And God it’s awkward. And it stays that way all the while we’re in the changing rooms. It’s like there’s this unspoken thing hanging in the air. An elephant in the room. An elephant who spends weeks insinuating that you’re gay then one day rams his tongue down your throat and straddles you on your bed wearing nothing but velvet posing trunks. The one good thing about cardio is that it doesn’t allow for much in the way of talking. Which me and Deano don’t do a lot of at all. In fact, I think it’s the quietest I’ve ever known him to be. And although it’s still awkward, it’s also pretty fucking refreshing to get through a gym session without Deano being his annoying, obnoxious self and constantly telling me how his way of doing things is better than mine. Maybe he should kiss me and confess to secretly having feelings for me so I can knock him back and bruise his ego more often. Is that kind of a shitty thing for me to wish for? “So … what was the last show you did?” I ask Deano as we walk back to the gym changing rooms. Things feel decisively less awkward than they were earlier having spent the last hour or so together, but there’s still a sense that things aren’t exactly normal between us. Or as normal as they ever were, at least. “NABBA South East last summer. Junior class,” he tells me. I nod. “Did you win?" He shoots me a look like I’ve just asked a stupid question. “Course!” I roll my eyes but I can’t help but smirk. And now Deano’s smirking a little too. And things suddenly seem just that little less weird. “So, we still need to go through my posing routine,” Deano says, his head buried in his locker, not looking at me. I can’t help but detect a hint of nerves in his voice. Shit. He’s right. Other than the last few days of training, that’s pretty much the last part of the assignment we need to complete. “Oh yeah!” I say, pulling my blue Montgomery hoodie over my head. Deano closes his locker, and now he’s looking at me, all of a sudden seeming really awkward. He’s doing this thing with his mouth. Like he’s rolling his tongue around the inside of his cheek. Maybe it’s a nervous thing? And suddenly I’m nervous too. Because I think I have a pretty good idea where this conversation is heading. “So, erm, when are you thinking?” Deano shrugs and pulls a face, still doing that thing with the side of his mouth. Fuck. He wants to do that now? I guess we have to do it sometime in the next three days. I suppose now is as good as time as ever. “Right. So, shall we, erm … go to the library or something?” He pulls a face. “Your room’s fine!” Wait - what? He has GOT to be fucking kidding right now. I thought the last thing Deano would want to do is be alone with me in my room again after yesterday. Unless … oh God. No. Surely he wouldn’t try anything again? Would he? As we walk back to my room I wonder what the chances are of Luke being in. Although, in one way, I think that might make things even more awkward. Me and Deano sat on my bed, the thought of what we did yesterday going round and round in my head as Luke is sat across the room on his bed, blissfully unaware that his boyfriend kissed someone else. As it turns out, Luke’s not in. And now we're in my room, things definitely feel awkward again like they did outside the gym earlier. Neither of us are really talking. And Deano keeps doing that thing with the inside of his mouth. As we both sit on my bed, I feel a knot in my stomach. Jesus. I can’t believe I’m here again. Sitting on my bed with fucking Deano! It's like I've gone right back to the scene of the fucking crime. I sit and play with my phone, trying to ignore the tension and awkward atmosphere as Deano scribbles down his routine next to me. When he’s finished he hands me his notebook. There’s a really weird moment when I take the book from him and we lock eyes. And I suddenly remember what happened yesterday before he kissed me. When he wouldn’t let go of his phone. I scan my eyes down the page, reading a description of the posing routine Deano will be performing at the end of term bodybuilding show on Saturday. “There’s quite a lot of rear poses!” He shrugs. “I’ve got a good back!” I nod and turn back to the page, now smiling as I think about making a joke that Deano has a certain other good attribute that can be seen from the back. Hmmm. Maybe mentioning his massive trunk devouring bubble butt wouldn’t be the best thing to do right now given the circumstances. “Instead of these back poses here …” I reach the notebook out to him and he leans in and oh GOD, “erm .... why don’t you do, like, another front lat spread? And maybe an abs and thighs?” Deano just gives a little nod, looking at the notebook and not making eye contact with me. Still doing that thing where he’s rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth. “So what’s his name?” he says, still not looking at me. Oh shit. His voice sounds so weird. “What?!” “The boyfriend.” And now he looks up at me and he’s got this look on his face. And my stomach suddenly clenches. “Erm … Max!” I lie. Deano nods. But something flickers in his expression. Like (oh fuck!) he doesn’t quite believe me. “How does it work though? I mean, with you being here?” I can not believe he’s bringing this up. I thought he’d be too embarrassed to mention anything that happened yesterday. Or anything we spoke about. I shrug. “We see each other during the holidays!” I say, perhaps a little too defensively. I look back to Deano’s notebook. “Wait - what song are you posing to?” Deano doesn’t respond. He’s just sitting next to me doing that thing with the inside of his mouth. And then his eyes fall away from me and to the floor. “What if we didn’t tell anyone?” What the FUCK? Did he seriously just ask me that? “What do you mean?” (I know exactly what he means.) And Deano looks up again at me and my insides tighten. Because I see it again in his face. How much he likes me. “You were into it,” he says softly. Fuck. I shake my head gently. “Deano!” And now (oh GOD) he’s leaning towards me and his lips are on mine again. But it feels different to how it did yesterday. I back away and shake my head. “Deano. I can’t!” I say, looking into his eyes. No. Not can’t. I don’t want to. Because of Luke. Because I’m completely and utterly crazy about Luke. And with that thought, I suddenly feel a hell of a lot less guilty about my actions yesterday. Because this time I backed away sooner. This time I did the right thing. But Deano looks wounded. “I’m sorry!” I say to him. He immediately screws his face up, in typical Deano manner. But then his expression softens. Like he can’t be bothered to keep up the act. And now, sitting next to me, still looking like a pocket sized tank in his black Montgomery University hoodie, he just looks kinda sad. “So, there’s this bar I’ve been to in Glasgow a few times!” Deano looks confused and shakes his head. “What bar?” “Well ... its, like, a gay bar!” He screws up his face. “Why would I wanna go to a gay bar?” he spits. And it’s suddenly like regular Deano is back in the room. And now I have no fucking idea what to say. “Back in a sec!” I say, escaping to my bathroom. God - I hope this is the end of it. I hope now Deano’s got the picture. I’ve knocked him back twice. I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested. I’ve told him I have a boyfriend. What else is there left to say? When I go back to the room, Deano is stood up and packing his things into his backpack. “Oh. Are you going?” “Yep!” he says flatly, without looking at me. He seems pissed off. What the hell? “Okay!” I say, confused. “Don’t you wanna get this finished?” “Just … make the rest of it up!” he says, impatiently, still not looking at me. “Deano - are you okay?” He throws his backpack over his shoulder and looks at me, this cold look of disdain on his face. “Don’t be so fucking gay!” he spits. Oh WOW. So we’re back to this? Jesus! And then he turns (still not looking at me) and marches towards the door. “Okay. See ya tomorrow!” I say, pointedly. But Deano doesn’t say anything. And he doesn’t look back at me as he practically storms out of the room. And then my heart jumps into my fucking throat. Because a few seconds after Deano leaves, Luke walks in. “What’s up with him?” he asks, looking back at the door with an expression of confusion. I breathe a deep sigh and shake my head. “I have NO fucking idea!” And right now, I don’t fucking care. Because Luke’s here. My gorgeous little Hufflepuff Luke in his white Marvel t-shirt and black framed glasses. I walk up to him, wrap my arms under his and around his back, push my body up against him and kiss him with more conviction than any of the kisses we had this morning and last night. When we part lips, Luke’s grinning at me with a suspicious look on his face as he grips on to me. My big chest and stomach squashed against his. “Hey! I’m sorry if ...” my chest tightens, “I was a bit quiet yesterday.” Luke smiles and shrugs. “That’s okay. I was just a bit worried about you!” he says, his eyes veering to my chest. God - he is just so fucking sweet I can’t even. I give him a squeeze, my fingers digging into his back. “I was just … in a weird mood!” Luke bits his bottom lip and nods. “But … I’m over it!” I shake my head. “Completely over it!” And I am. Whatever happened yesterday with Deano. That crazy lust filled moment where I completely lost my head. I’m completely fucking over it. It never has to be mentioned or talked about again. Deano’s already gone back to his usual twat self judging from his behaviour earlier. I’m feeling considerably less guilty about our kiss after I knocked him back again. Me and Luke are back to where we should be. Everything has gone back to normal. Everything is how it should be. “So … Johnny asked to speak to me earlier after class!” Luke nods, suddenly looking a little nervous. “He’s … managed to get me my own room for next year,” I tell him. Luke’s face falls. “Oh right!” I smirk at him. “Obviously I’m gonna tell him I don’t want it!” And Luke his mouth is curling into a cute, little smirk. But then his expression turns serious. “Wait - are you sure?” I roll my eyes at him. “Luke Dean …” (I pull a face) “... Henderson, YES I’m fucking sure!”

The sun hung high in the midday sky baking the land with its unyielding rays. The heat causing all those who lived in the cities and suburbs to take shelter inside their air-conditioned homes or office buildings. When someone, human or fur, ventured out under the cruel sun's rays they stuck as close as possible to the shadows of the buildings to try and keep as cool as possible. The heatwave had gone unbroken for the past week and there seemed to be no signs of relief on the horizon. All in all, everyone was miserable and longing for a break from the intense heat. Everyone that is except one. Almost fifty miles away one creature was enjoying the heat for all he was worth. His smooth darkly tanned skin soaked up the rays like a man dying of thirst. The sheen of sweat that coated him reflected the light slightly making him almost shine like a beacon. Every inch of his body rock hard and packed with muscle that bulged and bounced with every movement he made. If any had been around to see him they would no doubt be left in pure awe at his sheer size and bulky stature. Though his muscles wouldn't be the only aspect of his physical form that would leave them unable to believe what their eyes were seeing. Standing at an incredible fifty feet high Riley was one of the few human macros around and of them one of only a handful that took an active role in shaping his impressive body. Whereas other giants were more than happy to let their height be the only impressive thing about them. Riley took extra pleasure in keeping up a constant workout routine in order to make his massive body as bulging with muscle as possible. This was achieved by many different ways, primary of which was his pension for carrying increasingly massive boulders and when in a city bench pressing a building or two. But his favorite part of bulking up was the source of his protein. As the giant human grunted hard lifting the massive chunk of rock above his head for the hundredth time, he tossed the rock with a mighty grunt sending it crashing down on top of an old abandoned farmhouse. The structure didn't even get the chance to explode in a cloud of rubble, the entire building was instantly and completely flattened by the sheer size of the rock dropped on top of it. Letting out a loud moan of pleasure as his muscles screamed their relief at finally having dropped the weight, Riley began his post-workout stretching to ease his cramped and tired muscles. His body covered from head to toe with sweat that dropped from him and fell on the ground like a musky rank rain. The giant's callous hands ran over his body, basking in the feel of his own mighty form. Each muscle harder than steel and bulging in a way that would make any bodybuilder envious. Few things in life gave Riley more pleasure than worshiping his own body, a fact made clear by his massive cock swelling and growing harder the more he rubbed and touched himself. In no time at all the tanned member stood proud and fully erect. Thicker than a truck and longer than a plane the massive head covered by a thick foreskin pulled back just enough to show the pre dampened opening. His sack hung low in the high heat, each ball the size of a house and storing several hundred gallons worth of hot potent seed. Wrapping one of his rough hands around the shaft Riley gave his pride and joy a few slow firm strokes watching mesmerized as the muscles of his arm bunched up then relaxed with the action. As his breathing grew deeper and more intense Riley had to force himself to stop stroking his shaft. Despite his desperate need to cum and flood the land around him in his seed he knew that it wouldn't be fully satisfying. There was a very important element missing if he was going to fully enjoy himself and get the relief he wanted. After a few more stretches and a few times of slapping his cock against the palm of his hand just to get him extra horned up, the macro human began to stomp his away from his impromptu workout area and towards the city on the distant horizon. Each step he took covering several miles and sending small tremors through the ground. Riley paid no attention to where he out his feet or what was in his way. Though he did pay enough attention to knock over any of the large metal towers the puny insects used to communicate with one another. An unnecessary act but with that lose the bugs would panic more and that was just extra fun for him. Even at his incredible size, it took Riley almost twenty minutes to approach the city, to his interest he couldn't hear the screams of terror or fear that usually signaled his arrival. As he got closer he couldn't even see swarms of frightened tinies scrambling in the streets to get away. Riley pondered this for a moment wondering why he wasn't being met with the usual fanfare that signaled his arrival at a city. It wasn't until a bright beam of sunlight reflected off a building's windows and directly into his eyes that he realized the reason. Despite him enjoying the heat and it has a much-lessened effect on him at his size he was still mildly hot. If that was the case then the smaller folk would definitely be feeling the heat and trying to stay inside and avoid it at all costs. A grin spread over Riley's face, that was okay he knew exactly how to get the bugs out of their hiding spots and he would take great pleasure in the act. With deliberate steps, the giant began to stomp his way closer to the city. The now increased vibrations caused the small cars and trucks to jump and rock encouraging their alarms to begin wailing. Riley knew that would partly get some attention but if he really wanted a swarm of the pathetic creatures to come swarming out into the streets he would need a bit more. Once he was close to one of the buildings, brick and stone structure that came up to Riley's knee, the giant pulled his foot back and with great force kicked it hard enough to shatter it to bits. Debre flew in all directions as the building exploded with the force of a bomb blast. Rubble pelted the street and hit against other buildings, mixed in with the wood and stone was a few bodies. Or rather chunks of them, the force of the kick along with the shrapnel had shredded any living creature to bits. Riley's cock gave a heavy throb and a thick drop of pre-gathered at the opening of his cock. Only the tip of his foreskin kept the pearl from falling to the ground below. Now the screams began, they were few and faint at first but soon they grew into a fever pitch that was like music to Riley's ears. Finding another building about the same size as the first the giant placed one of his feet on the roof and began to slowly increase the pressure. Loud cracking filled the air as the roof slowly began to cave in, his sensitive ears could pick up the panicked screams coming from inside the building. Just before his foot came down all the way and flattened the building a small crowd of tiny weaklings came flooding out of the front. Chuckling as several of them stopped to gape up at him Riley lifted one of his arms up and flexed making his already bulging muscles stand out even more. A thick vein running over the boulder of his bicep pulsed and throbbed in time with his hard and now fully leaking cock. The thick string of pre that fell from his cock head landed on the street and the splatter of it caused several of the bugs to fall over and get trapped like a bee in honey. Now that the ground had a steady swarm of the little fuckers Riley knew he could have his real fun. Lifting his foot again he swung it over the densest portion of the crowd. Wiggling his toes for a moment Riley brought his foot down carefully until he could feel the crowd wiggling and struggling under his sole. Carefully he began to increase the pressure more and more. It took less than a second for him to feel bones beginning to break and the resulting crunch as a few were flattened under his heel sent a shiver of pure lustful pleasure through his mighty body. Finally, when he pressed his foot flat over the squirming bodies they popped with a wet squish. A flow of thick sticky blood pushed its way up between his toes and around the outside of his foot. Twisting his foot Riley really ground the bugs into the crumbling street. The act causing the others to increase their screaming and their pathetic scrambling. This was the part he loved most and he took several long minutes to bask in his pleasure. Bending down the giant mass of muscle scooped up a dozen of the tiny fuckers in one hand. They screamed and tried to jump free but Riley kept them all cupped in his palm. Bringing the handful up to his hard cock he gripped his shaft and gasped having to grab hold of a taller building to help support him as the wiggling and thrashing sensation against his cock rushed through him. Carefully at first, he began to stroke up and down his length, the mass in his hand adding an extra layer of pleasure to his masturbation. Soon though he grew too eager and gripped his cock harder popping each of the wiggling bodies like grapes. A thick layer of blood and gore coated his shaft and rained down onto those left running around his feet. The loud squishing that came from him jerking off with the blood quickly faded as the blood began to thin and dry out. Riley didn't mind, it just meant he wouldn't blow his load too soon. As he moved further and deeper into the city Riley continues to smash buildings and insuring a never-ending stream of little bugs were constantly swarming around his feet. Each step he took signaled the end of another dozen or so lives. From time to time the giant would scoop up another handful of them and grind them against his hard cock though he soon had to stop since more than once he grew too close to climax and ended up flooding a whole street with his pre that shot out of his cock like missiles. Those that got caught up in the thick goo were either quickly drowned or slowly died from the heat of the bodily fluid. One of Riley's favorite things to do with the bugs, however, was to slowly crush them between his massive bulging muscles. Bending down the giant human picked up two or three at a time and carefully places them in the crease of his elbow between his massive bicep and thick and knotted forearm. He then very slowly flexed his arm until he felt them beginning to break then he would stop. After a small pause, he would begin to flex once again until he heard the crunch and snap of bones. He'd then stop again and listen to their pathetic cries and watch as they flopped about with blood oozing from their mouth, eyes, and ears. Then in one quick motion, he would flex fully splattering their meat soup bodies and rubbing the gore over his muscles. After doing the with both arms he would repeat the process with his massive pecs. Stuffing a dozen into the gap between each muscle of his chest and slowly crushing them into a paste that would run down and over his washboard abs. Within a half-hour of his rampage starting a good portion of Riley's body was coated in wet and drying blood. Placing his hands on his chest the massive male squeezed his pecs several times before running his large rough hands over his body smearing the blood all over himself. Small shivers of pleasure shook his body as he basked in the sensation of the blood coating and cooling on his hot skin. Bits of meat hanging from different places on his body. Entrails and other bloody organs catching in the cracks and crevasses of his muscles hanging like grotesque decorations. Once his initial fun subsided the macro would then begin to partake of his favorite source of protein. Scooping up handfuls of the little bugs Riley held them up above his gaping mouth and let them all free fall into his mouth. Most would land directly on his tongue, but some would miss and bounced off his face, shoulders, and chest only to tumble the fifty feet down to splat wetly on the ground. Once his mouth was full Riley would close his jaws and begin to noisily chew his meal. Blood oozing from the corners of his lips and soaking his stubble rough cheeks and chin. A mighty gulp would send the mess down his gulley and into his stomach where the acids would instantly begin to dissolve any who might have been able to avoid his tombstone like teeth. On some mouthfuls, though the giant wouldn't chew, the feeling of a massive ball of melting bodies wiggling and thrashing around in his gut was such an intense and erotic feeling he couldn't avoid swallowing a few mouthfuls down whole. On those times he would stop his rampage and have to grip the base of his shaft squeezing it hard until the thrashing in his stomach stopped. After a few handfuls the streets had nearly emptied the residents either having been swallowed down or trampled on. Licking his bloody lips Riley didn't worry. He knew the city was far from empty. Approaching one of the buildings he peeked inside and saw to his delight crowds of the little fuckers huddled inside cowering in fear. Standing up straight Riley pressed his messy and bloody cock head against the building and with a hard shove pushed his cock through the glass, wood, and concrete. He shoved in until he was balls deep and his massive sac was pressed up against the outside wall of the building. Grabbing hold of the structure Riley began to rock and thrust his hips grinding his cock in and out of the building. As his pleasure grew the greater his thrusting became. For a time he lost himself to the sensation and it wasn't until the building began to crumble and collapse that he stopped his thrusting and watched the building fall. None of those who had been inside the building had survived the collapse and Riley could see their twisted and mangled bodies half-buried in the rubble. Chuckling deeply to himself Riley slapped his rock hard cock several times knocking the rubble off his shaft. The concussion from the slaps causing the windows in the buildings near him to shatter or fracture. The act made him think of a wolf he used to know who could shatter windows and sometimes cause the little fuckers heads to pop just from the sound of his howl alone. His musing was interrupted by a sudden explosion and a slight sting in the middle of his back. Turning around annoyed Riley saw a series of tanks lining up in the street behind him. Rows and rows of soldiers flanked each tank, their green pattern uniforms making them look even more like bugs. Riley turned to face a small force clearly trying to protect the city. His gore coated body gleaming in the hot sun and he spread his arms wide giving the troops a clear target to shoot at. There was a small pause before the tanks began to fire and the soldiers dropped to their knees and started to fire their tiny guns. Riley just stood there with his arms spread wide. The majority of the tanks blasts his large chest and popped in small clouds of dust and debris. Riley couldn't help but laugh as the whole thing felt more like mosquito bites rather than an actual attack. After almost five minutes the explosions and gunfire halted. Making a big show of it Riley brushed his hands over his chest and abs knocking away the rockets and bullets that had gotten stuck in his thick skin. His cock was as hard as ever, if not more so. Looking down at the group of soldiers he could see the shiver of fear rush through them like wind through a cornfield. Moving forward the giant grabbed one of the tanks in both hands and crushed it into a ball as easily as a can. Once that was done, he dropped the ball on top of another thank causing it's wheels to blow out and a thick cloud of black smoke to billow up from it. The soldiers yelled and screamed as they started trying to run away. Taking a few short minutes to crush the remaining tanks under his foot he then turned his attention to the fleeing soldiers. It took Riley only a few minutes to block off their escape routes and to corral them all into one densely packed crowd. He used the rubble from the buildings and thanks to creating a small enclosed pin for the soldiers who stood cowering in his shadow. With a wicked grin on his face, Riley crouched over them, his massive cock and low hanging balls dangling over their heads. Adjusting his position the giant lowered himself down until his cock was submerged in the middle of the huddled crowd. Without pause, he began to grind and hump into the crowd. The screams of fear quickly turned into ones of pain as the collection of tiny humans and furs were crushed and ground into a bloody meaty soup from the giant's cock and balls alone. His pre-mixing with the gore causing the mess to be slippery and slicker than before. The street under his cock cracked and shattered as he put more force behind his thrusting and it took every ounce of Riley's self-control to keep from blowing his load. For a time he laid there panting heavily as his excitement slowly faded down to a more reasonable level. Pushing himself up he took in a deep breath enjoying the smell that came with his deviating rampage. Looking down at what was left of the soldiers Riley laughed seeing a massive indent vaguely in the shape of his large cock and balls. Streaks of blood and meat coated the broken and crumbled street. With the exception of a random body part here and there, there was hardly anything recognizable of the soldiers. The blood and pre began to pool into the deep divot he had made in the street and the sight amused him greatly. Once his composure was back in place Riley stood and went back to what he had been doing before the sad excuse for an armed force showed up. More buildings fell to his rampage and once again the streets were filled with the tiny bugs. As he watched the crowds flee an idea came to the macro, one he enjoyed very much. Moving closer to the center of the city Riley found a good and mostly clear area. The buildings that were there easily flattened out under his feet or found themselves ripped up by the foundation and hurled dozens of yards away crashing into other buildings. Moving to the center of the area Riley lifted one of his large feet and brought it down with all his might onto the concrete of the street. The material crumbled easily and shattered into bits. Again and again, he stomped the area creating a massive crater several feet deep. Dropping to his knees Riley began to scoop out the loose dirt and clutter creating a large hole in the ground. The act was slightly difficult due to his massive cock constantly getting in the way as it hung straight out from his blood-soaked crotch. Even so, he still managed to dig out a deep enough depression for what he has in mind. Smirking he stood back up and began scooping up handfuls of the little bugs and dumping them into the pit. The first few handfuls fell to their deaths since he didn't bother being gentle when putting them in the pit. The third and fourth though survived but he was sure they had several broken bones from the height of the fall. Beyond that, though the rest of the handfuls Riley dropped in seemed to land without much trouble judging by the way they got back up and tried to scramble up the walls of the pit. Thankfully the dirt was now too loose and shifting that every time they tried they'd fall back down. When the pit was half full of wiggling crying bodies Riley decided that it was good enough for his idea. Next came a slightly harder task. Looking around the giant spotted a few of the extra-long busses the bugs liked to use to get around. Picking them up Riley peeked inside but to his annoyance each one was empty. Bus after bus he picked up and looked at was completely deserted of passengers a fact that greatly angered the macro human. It wasn't until he happened to turn at the right moment and saw one of the busses quickly driving away that he struck gold. Despite the speed, the bus had been traveling at it only took a moment for Riley to stomp over and pick it up in one hand. Lifting it up to his eyes he looked inside and saw to his delight it was positively packed full of the little fuckers. A mixture of smooth-skinned humans and furs all huddled together in fear. They screamed in terror as he smiled at them, his bloody lips and teeth cracked in gore taking up their whole window view. Carrying the bus back to where the crater was Riley sank down to his knees, his legs spread wide around the outer lip of the hole and his hard leaking cock and balls dangling over the mangled ball of bodies. Adjusting his grip on the bus so it was standing straight up, Riley chuckled as the action caused a series of panicked screams to erupt from the inside. Working his tongue around the inside of his mouth for a few minutes the giant raised the front of the bus up to his lips and very carefully let a thick glob of his drool fall from his mouth and onto the windshield. It was tinted slightly red thanks to the blood that still coated his tongue. Using his free hand Riley smeared the spit over the front and sides of the bus costing it liberally in the slime. Once satisfied he reached behind himself and used his spit-soaked fingers to tease and toying with his pale puckered hole. Groaning loudly as his thick rough fingers sank a few inches into his ass Riley bit his lips and shivered. A thick stream of pre leaking from his cock and landing directly on top of the pile of bodies in the pit. Once he felt loose enough Riley placed the front of the spit-lubed bus at the opening of his ass. Relaxing as much as he could and pushing out so his ass hole opened wide Riley began to slowly push the bus full of little fuckers inside him. The screams grew to a fever pitch as the front of the bus crunched and bent slightly but thankfully that was all the damage the bus took at the moment. The massive vehicle turned sex toy sank inch after inch deep inside Riley's ass sending shivers of pleasure through him. The crowd trapped inside screamed and scrambled over one another, making the whole thing shake and vibrate in a perfect imitation of a vibrator. Once the bus sank in up to the back wheel Riley began to pull it back out just as slowly as it had sunk in. He only pulled it out a few feet before sinking it back in again. Again and again, he repeated the process pushing the bus in then pulling it out. All the while his free hand ran up and down the length of his thick cock the foreskin pulling back to show off his gleaming cock head. The hole filled up a quarter of the way with his pre and any of those at the bottom who hadn't died from the fall or been crushed by the weight of the other bodies on top quickly drowned in the thick syrup. Finally unable to fight the urge anymore Riley pushed the bus back into his hole until he felt the back wheels. Then using his pointer and middle finger he pushed the last few feet of the bus deep into his musky tight hole. Arching his back as the bus sank in and pressed right on his prostate Riley fell forward bracing himself up so he didn't fall fully onto the ground. The new position forced his cock deep into the mound of struggling screaming bodies. He felt several of them pop blood smearing over his cock head and shaft. Now fully lost in his lust the mountain of a man began to hump and grind his massive cock in and out of the wet pile of bodies. Each thrust causing bones to break or body parts to rip from their sockets. A constant stream of pre continued to fill the pit drowning more and more of the pathetic occupants. Likewise, each thrust or clench forced the bus to wedge itself deeper and deeper into Riley's mighty muscular ass. The constant pulsing and clenching of his internal muscles causing the tube of metal to compress more and more around the screaming bodies inside. The heat in his cock and balls continued to grow hotter and hotter and Riley knew that at any moment he would blow. He tried to hold off for as long as possible, his massive mountain of a body gleamed with fresh sweat as his hips rocked back and forth. Just as he was sure he couldn't hold on any longer, the bus buried deep inside his ass collapsed completely. The crunch of metal and bones followed by the flood of blood and gore from the destroyed bodies was the final button to be pressed. His floodgates opened wide and the tidal wave of hot cum that had been bubbling in his balls for days finally burst forth. It traveled up his shaft and erupted from his cock head in jets as powerful as a rocket to space. The screams from the hole quickly faded away to struggling gurgling cries as the thick hot cum filled the hole quickly. Each throbbing pulse of his cock pushed another dozen gallons of cum up his shaft and into the hole. His climax lasted for minutes though to Riley it felt like days. His whole body shook and shivered as if he had just spent a whole day running at top speed. When he began to come down from his orgasmic high he collapsed to the side. His muscled arms shaking and unable to hold his weight for a time. His still rock hard cock pulled free from the mess of cum and blood. The whole shaft was coated in the mixture along with a few bodies that clung to it due to the sticky mixture. Panting heavily Riley watched his cock continue to spurt and leak his seed down into the hole. A lazy smile spread over his face as he watched the tangle of bodies struggling to swim to the surface. A few made it but the thickness of the load kept them from staying there for long. When they would try to wipe their faces free of the suffocating slime they would instantly begin to sink again. The heat of the load was so intense that many of them had been instantly cooked alive by it. The ones who survived were in so much shock that they didn't seem to register the fact that large bits of their skin and muscle had been melted away. Riley continued to lay there and watch the show, his cock growing softer and softer though never fully deflating. Finally, after roughly ten minutes, all signs of life in the cum filled out were gone. All that remained was a slowly dissolving mass of broken and mutilated bodies sinking to the bottom. The heavy smell of blood, death and hot cum filled the air and Riley couldn't help but breathe deeply of the smell. It soothed and relaxed him to the point his eyelids began to droop lower and lower. Yawning loudly he figured, where he was at the moment was as good a spot as any to rest for the evening. Stretching out, his muscles cried in protest at the movement and he couldn't help but laugh. The rest would give his muscles a chance to recover both from the workout and the post-workout fun. When he woke up he would find a lake or something to wash himself off in. With the sun high in the sky and the heat soaking into his darkly tanned body, Riley began to doze off a content smile on his face. The city around him nothing but an empty ruined ghost town just like so many others he had visited before. — I commissioned this story from a friend named, smounged1989 over on FA, about a month ago and I gotta say this turned out better then expected, don’t know if you guys would like a sequel to this or not? Maybe another bodybuilder/power lifter you have in mind?

I reached over and dug my thick, strong fingers slowly into the concrete – making sure the sound was loud enough to frighten the group of guys standing in front of me. They watched – amazed, scared shitless, and I’m sure a little turned on – as I forced my hands down into the cement at the base of the three story building beside me. I was standing at the corner of the structure – having caught them in a dead-end alley. They had run like hell after I picked up an SUV and tossed it into the air out of sight and then easily caught it when it came barreling back to earth. I loved it best when other guys provoked a fight – thinking my muscles were just for show. The thrill also came from shocking the crap out of cocky guys who figured they were going to dispose of me easily. And when it was a group of five or more – like tonight – well; that just got me more excited. The sound of a building being ripped apart can be pretty intense – who would’ve known. I watched, along with my captive foes, as cracks shot up the side of the building far above where my hands were doing their destruction. Suddenly, a humongous chunk of the building – concrete, girders, sheetrock and more came ripping away in my hands. I was easily lifting a massive corner of a building. “Fuck, I’d say this is a good two tons or more, fellas. Look how easy it is for me to hold this giant chunk of concrete and steel above my head. Here, catch!” I acted like I was going to toss the entire slab of an abandoned warehouse in their direction. The five of them screamed loudly, crouched down, and covered their heads. I threw the heavy thing up in the air slightly and then caught it again, laughing hard at their reaction. “Scared the shit out of you boys, didn’t I? Oh, you certainly decided to pick on the wrong dude, tonight, guys. Maybe I should just set this pile of debris on your bodies slowly – just to hear the sound of you being crushed by the weight. Yeah, that might be fun. Almost as much fun as watching you five run away at full speed and I simply had to skip a little to catch up with you. You should have seen the looks on your faces when you noticed I was standing in front of you. I could have gotten here so much sooner than you that I could have ordered and finished a pizza by the time you arrived. But we’ll save that for another time. Right now, let’s have some fun with this chunk of building. How about a little rock and sand shower, fellas?” I, again, tossed the heap of demolished warehouse into the air and then swung my super strong arm upward, punching the chunk of concrete and steel with my powerful fist. Instantly the entire thing shattered into millions of tiny piece of rock, steel, and sand – showering all of us with something that felt like a rain. I was impressed with my own abilities – and then I noticed that each guy was cowering with their eyes shut. As they felt the dust like debris hitting them they opened their eyes and were immediately amazed at what I had done. “Hey, big dude, we’re really sorry we bothered you. Why don’t you just let us go?” It was the leader of the troop speaking. He had been the one that had requested I hand over my wallet and watch when they had first approached me. I had simply said no and he had told me that my answer was incorrect and that I would be sorry for it. I could hear the fear in his voice now, though, as he pleaded with me for their release. He was trying to act all butch for his little gang, but it was clear to me that I scared the bee-Jesus out of him. “Let you go. Why would I do that? Did you even give me an option when you demanded I hand over to you my personal belongings? Did it even cross your mind to be gentle with me when your thugs here smacked me on the head with wine bottles and beat me with lead pipes? Granted, the bottles shattered and the bars were bent senseless against my body - but you didn’t know that when you attacked, now did you? No, little pathetic men, I’m not going to let you go. I’ll tell you right now that I’m not going to kill you – well, unless it happens by accident, sometimes I don’t know my own strength – but I am going to have a lot of fun with each and every one of you. Your little attempted mugging has given me permission to use your little bodies as my playthings. I am so in the mood for scaring the shit out of some supposed macho dudes and you fit the bill perfectly. You’re all in such deep trouble and you don’t even know it. There’s no limit to the things I can come up with to wreck havoc on all of you. You see, little men, I’m stronger than Superman – and he’s a fictional character – I could beat his ass easily. If I took a deep breath and exhaled I could blow the five of you through that building and easily send you through five blocks of buildings, but that’s not my style. I like it nice and slow – to see how freaked out each of you get.” It was wild how quickly each man grasped that I could do all the things I said. I could smell the fear permeating from each of them. I know it sounds cruel and some people would want me to lose somehow, but those people didn’t realize how these five had terrorized the neighborhood for a long while. I had watched and learned. I knew everything about them. They didn’t care who they hurt – elderly women, young kids, but their favorite targets were gay guys. I’m sure some therapist would have had a field day as to why they acted this way, but it didn’t matter at the time. It was just the moment when they needed to learn a lesson. They were going to jail, of course, but not before I had a lot of fun with each of them first. “Listen, big man, how much money do you want to let us go. I can get you anything you want. I’ve got about ten thousand on me right now. Just name your price.” “Money? You just don’t get it do you, asshole? I could rip a fucking ATM out of the wall and then easily pull it in two to get any amount of money I cared to have, but that’s not what I want. You can’t buy me, dude. I just want to play with you and your little gang until I’ve satisfied my muscle itch. Tearing out a chunk of building is pretty easy for me, man. That was like a little appetizer and I’m hoping to have a few more appetizers before I go home. Here, let me again show you what I mean.” I placed one of my big hands on the side of a large metal dumpster near us. I then started pressing in. Because of the width of my hand and the power in my arm the entire side of the metal frame started caving in. It was like I was shoving in a flimsy cardboard box. The huge dumpster basically gave me no resistance. I compacted the thing into something as narrow as ironing board – the piece of junk barely standing upright on its wheels. The screeching of metal was glorious to hear – causing all of the men to get even more frightened, which had been my goal. “Little dude, I just smashed a dumpster into something as thin as your scrawny body. Damn, that felt good. Did you hear how that metal screamed as I crushed the shit out of it? Imagine the noise you’d make if I did that to your chest. Look at my big paw print in the middle of that piece of junk. I guess you guys have picked up that I’m a super man that doesn’t have any inner turmoil about my incredible strength. Nope, no conflicted self-esteem here, fellas. I love being freakishly powerful. As a matter of fact it excites me to no end to show off my superior abilities. Watching you guys nearly pass out from seeing me do amazing things is like really good foreplay. Demolishing a dumpster is really cool and everything, but it’s when I use my strength against guys that think they’re tough, but they’re really just pathetic weaklings, that I get most excited. Here, let’s do a little bowling without a ball.” My big fist flew into the air and then came pummeling down into the ground with tremendous force. As soon as my fingers connected with the asphalt below the entire block shook ferociously. Giant cracks zig-zagged all over the area and all five guys instantly fell to the ground. Everything rumbled for a good forty-five seconds and the small guys couldn’t keep their balance for anything. I noticed my fist was sunk about a foot into the alley floor. “What’s the matter fellas, a little muscle man tremor made you fall down and go boom? Damn, that’s still super fun to do. I wonder if I could actually make a few buildings fall down if I hit even harder. That would be awesome. Maybe I could make that big wall behind crumble down on top of you. Would you like to see that, little men?” I knew I was being obnoxious, but I couldn’t help it. I was too jacked-up by my own strength. This happened every now and then – I just needed a night of going crazy with my power and talking smack with some cocky thugs. Wrapping thick metal bars around their bodies, tossing them to the top of streetlights, crushing the roof of their car down so they were pinned inside and stuff like that just seemed to give me a muscle fix for a few weeks. Watching them turn all bug-eyed when I did something super spectacular, which was actually something really simple for me, was just too much fun to pass up. Their legs right now didn’t know whether the ground was still shaking from my powerful punch or from their fear. It was like when you got off a boat and still felt the ocean motion for a few hours. They were all standing again, but they were a-wobbling. There was just something about watching the fear level in them rise that got me so turned on. I knew I could take on a thousand men and still only use a fraction of my strength, but having a small group like this made it easier for me to enjoy their reactions. I could sense how panicked they were becoming and that only fueled me on even more. “Who wants to be twisted like a corkscrew, fellas? Come on, don’t be shy. I’d like to grab one of you by the feet and head and just start wringing you out like a wet dishcloth. What? No takers. Okay, we’ll just have to find something else to do. How about a little batting practice?” I walked over and grabbed a discarded ancient radiator that was leaning against a wall in the alley. I casually started compressing the thing in on itself as I walked back, not even realizing I was squeezing the shit out of thick heavy metal. I just needed something to make a ball out of and it was the closest thing. It took me no time at all to demolish the steel contraption and re-shape it into a round mass of junk. Again, the sound of something so indestructible being easily manhandled made the alleyway reverberate with screeching noises mixed in with gasps from the puny onlookers. It barely registered that I was doing something powerful – I was too busy looking for a bat. I finally noticed a thick water pipe running along the outside one of the buildings about twenty feet above on the wall. I easily jumped up, grabbed the metal tubing and wrenched it from the wall, snapping a big piece of it off as I came back down to earth. My hand had merely squished one end and ripped it apart – as if it were just a stick of licorice. I then yanked the other end from where it was bolted into another pipe – as easily as pulling a Kleenex from box. My ‘bat’ was about ten feet long and as thick as a big man’s thigh. The radiator was now the size of a bowling ball and I made it look as light as a feather as I tossed it up and down on my big palm. Setting up my little muscle-made ball game had taken about two minutes and the small crowd in front of me was frozen in awe. Shit, I loved it when grown men were so stunned that they couldn’t move – barely even able to take a breath. The leader of the group somehow was still able to speak. “You must be from the devil.” “Or maybe I’m an angel. Either way, I’m strong as hell. I’d duck if I were you, little fellas. I’m about to hit a homerun.” I gave them little warning, but they could clearly see what I intended to do. They all hit the ground faster than a speeding bullet. Each of them, however, did not take their eyes off of me. I tossed the compacted radiator into the air and swung the big pipe back a little. With most of my strength I brought the steel tube barreling forward and when it connected with the dropping radiator there was a boom that sounded like a small explosion. Immediately the superman-made ball rocketed forward and took a huge chunk out of the wall behind the men. It continued to shoot through multiple walls of the building across from me, shot out the other side, and then powered through three or four other structures in its way. It was too dark to actually see how far the thing travelled, but I had a feeling it was lodged in something about ten blocks away. My muscles were on fire with pleasure. I loved how powerful I looked from such a simple action. I had knocked holes through maybe a hundred walls with just one strong whack from my big arms. I desperately needed to intimidate the cowering men a little more. I reached up, grabbed the front of my shirt, and ripped it off my body with one solid yank. The sucking in of air and gasps from my captured group pleased me to no end. I decided to up the ante a little more and I forced my body to start sweating. I hadn’t exerted enough energy to perspire, but I knew I could simply will big beads of salty water to break out all over my arms and chest. I figured it would enhance the beauty for my forced followers. They deserved to see my bulging muscles shining in the soft glare of the streetlights. The reaction on their faces was priceless. They seemed to finally grasp just how powerful I was, now that they were able to see all of my enormous hard mounds clearly. As they each stood back up I saw a mixture of lust and fear – just the kind of look that got my motor running. I decided it was time to toy with them directly – something that always thrilled me even more. “Hey Mr. Leader-Man, I think I’ll give you a ringside seat for a little action. We’ll save you for later on. You’ll enjoy the show from the nosebleed section as I take care of the rest of your gang.” I held the metal pipe over my head an easily bent it into a ‘u’ shape. I then caught the group’s leader in the curved part of the thing and pulled him towards me. I spun the bent tube around him so the two ends were pointing out beyond his back. I then twisted the two ends together – capturing his arms against his body and tightening it so much that he was trapped securely. I left him room to breathe, but there was no way he was escaping until I untwisted the thing. He cried out a little when I lifted him off the round and put the twisted ends of the pipe against a wall. I pushed in and loved how the pipe just shoved its way into concrete. I basically created a giant eyehook and slammed the guy about eight feet off the ground – so he could watch what was coming next. “Shit, little dude, it’s going to take some heavy machinery to finally get you out of my little contraption. It was nothing for me to wrap that big pipe around your body and then slam you into the wall. You’re like a little alley decoration. I think, later on, I’ll do the same with all of your little gang – just to freak the police out when they come. They’ll have no idea what could have put all of you in this fun little prison and they’ll never believe it when you say it was some guy. Damn, look at what my power can do – your legs are just dangling way above the ground and you can’t move at all. Oh, I’m good . . . real good. Now for some real fun. Hey, leader man, choose one of your little minions here to come over and punch me in the face. I want to show you what true power is.” Every man seemed to immediately cower – each hoping to disappear into the wall behind him. Even the ringleader was unusually quiet. I waited patiently, forcing myself to sweat a little more and tensing all of my muscles just to help the intimidation factor to increase. The silence seemed to frighten everyone even more. I loved how I could scare smaller men without even doing a fucking thing. It was clear they all now knew what my muscles could do. They had underestimated me and that’s exactly what I had wanted. Now they feared me more than anything – god, what a rush that was. I glared at the men and finally let my gaze shift upward to the boss-man hanging defenseless from the wall. He looked petrified. I growled when I spoke – just to jack up the intensity even more. “Choose one of them, little man!” “Zeke, take your best shot.” I smiled. The leader had spoken and a rather large guy stepped sheepishly forward. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed him before. He was actually a big dude. It was going to be fun not feeling his punch at all. I felt a little sorry for the pain m chin was going to cause his hand. He came a little closer and I loved how powerful his forearms looked. Damn, it was going to be awesome overpowering this dude. Zeke rolled up his sleeve a little and then pulled his arm back. Suddenly, my body was flying through the air and I was knocking down walls as I traveled through seven consecutive buildings landing a couple of blocks away. It took me a second to register what had happened. My cock shot instantly hard and I actually felt a little pain in my chin. I sat up and glanced back through the holes in the walls between Zeke and me. I saw the big man smiling from afar and realized the dude must be strong like me. This excited and challenged me at the same time. I shook the debris off of my sweaty body and thought, “Fuck, this is going to be great!” I leapt off the ground and zoomed toward the big man, rocketing back through the holes my huge body had made. Zeke, however, had anticipated this and had grabbed the end of the dumpster I had crushed. He swung hard as soon as I got within hitting range and he sent my body flying into the air. I felt like a baseball being hit out of the ballpark. I landed with a thud about a half a mile away – tearing up a large chunk of the ground when I landed. The pain was minimal and it was also intoxicating. Since I had never met anyone that could even dream of challenging me it was thrilling to realize I was going to be able to let go with all of my power on this guy. I could feel my juices hitting their boiling point just from the anticipation of fighting someone as strong as me. God, I was pretty sure I was going to explode way before the fight was over. Super-power fighting was going to be better than sex – I just knew it. I easily leapt back to the alleyway, just in time to see Zeke lowering the ringleader from the wall and easily unbending the mangled pipe I had wrapped around the guy. The sight of him undoing my handiwork made me very happy. Everyone felt the ground shake when I landed. I think they were also pretty impressed with the crater I created in the asphalt. There was a moment of mutual appreciation between Zeke and me. I knew he was feeling all the same emotions and desires as I was – but he was also a foe. “Surprised the shit out of you, didn’t we big man?” said the ringleader. “You see, all of this wasn’t by accident. We’ve been watching your handiwork for months – just biding our time for when we could get you alone and have Zeke, here, teach you a lesson. He did a good job of hiding his super powers, didn’t he? Zeke’s a strong boy, but sometimes he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed – kind of like you musclehead. If you had been on the top of your game you might have anticipated our little plan, but you just like showing off too much. It is going to be fun watching you suffer, dude. Earthquake, Zeke!” The big man copied my action from earlier and punched the ground as hard as he could. I immediately fell to my knees because of the shaking. The wall of the building behind me crumbled down on top of me. It wasn’t like the huge chunks of concrete and steel hurt me in any way, but it was kind of obnoxious to be buried in the rubble. The magnitude of the shock gave me an unanticipated thrill. I loved the fact that big Zeke could do that. Man, it was awesome knowing there was another guy like me. I had been careful all my life – always being told stuff like “You can’t play hard, you’ll hurt the other boys,” or “Don’t use so much strength when you shake hands - you tend to break bones.” I got the distinct feeling that I had met someone who could take the brunt of my full power – and that thought excited me beyond my wildest dreams. It had never crossed my mind that I would have a capable adversary, so I just always filled my playtime by showing off my strength with smaller and weaker men. The idea that Zeke was going to be able to match me muscle for muscle made my heart and my cock swell. I used my powerful legs to blast from the pile of destroyed wall and pummeled into Zeke’s chest with both of my fists. It seemed like the dude had actually thought the debris would keep me down and I caught him off guard. I sent his body flying – easily taking out two light poles and a US mailbox down street on the corner. I also heard the air get knocked out of him. When he stood up I could see that he was smiling at me. This was thrilling him, too. There was a small Volkswagen Bug parked on the side of the road at the end of the alley and he easily hoisted the thing in the air and sent it flying at me with so much speed I barely had time to jump out of the way. With a loud bang the thing got lodged in the thick concrete wall behind me – about six feet off the ground. I got goose bumps all over my body when I looked at the destroyed vehicle sticking out from the building. Zeke definitely had some power in him – maybe even strength that rivaled mine. I thought about him making pretzels out of steel girders, punching busses so hard that they slid miles down the highway, crushing big boulders between his forearm and biceps, and stuff like that. I was so energized by our little confrontation I didn’t realize how much he was turning me on. Suddenly the big guy was in front of me, but I had anticipated his move and had already dug my hand into the bottom of the Volkswagen. With one huge tug I yanked the vehicle from the wall and arched it in the air as I swung my arm. I brought the roof of the car down on Zeke’s head and watched – thrilled beyond belief – as his body stayed stiff and tall – easily bursting through the top and bottom of the car. The guy’s frame literally poked a hole through the tiny Bug like it was a piece of paper. I used so much force that the car was flattened as soon as it hit the pavement, but Zeke still stood in his place – his hair maybe got messed up a little, but that was all. Ripping through the vehicle had also caused his shirt to be torn from his body. I felt myself immediately start to leak a little pre-cum when I gazed at the man’s unclothed muscular torso. We were so alike in our hugeness. The dude’s body was bulging in all the same places. And the big smile across his face was so familiar – it was just like the one that would bust out across my own mug when I would do something powerful. We were like twins separated at birth. We also clearly understood each other in a way that no one else could possibly comprehend. Suddenly the big man was right in front of me and his huge arms wrapped around my arms and torso in a crushing bear hug. I was able to get my own arms around his thick mid-section and started squeezing at the same time. We were two giants engaged in a power grip-off, knowing full well that neither of us could win. As I squeezed the dude with all my might I was overcome with admiration. “I’ve never met a man as strong as me, Zeke.” “I was thinking the same thing.” “I can usually crush a four foot thick concrete pillar with less pressure than I’m using on you now.” “And I usually snap oak trees in two with lighter squeezes.” “Speaking of oak trees, Zeke, it feels like something that big is turning hard between your powerful thighs.” “It only matches that third leg of yours that’s bulging against my crotch, big man.” “I’m so fucking turned on by your strength, dude.” “I’ve been raging hard ever since you ripped out that huge chunk of building earlier. That was awesome.” “Imagine us tearing down an entire city block just from foreplay, Zeke.” “Oh shit, man, you gotta shut up or I’m going to explode.” I brought my face into his and we kissed like two savage beasts tearing into one another. We were still squeezing the crap out of each other, but now it was just loving, super-strong hugs. I had never been kissed like that before – so manly and so powerful. If I had smashed my face into some little guy with that much force I would have crushed every bone, but it felt like a strong tickle to Zeke. Our stubbly beards rubbed together like thick sandpaper and that turned me on even more. The ringleader, however, was not amused. He was standing nearby with the other guys and it was clear he was disgusted. As he spoke we didn’t stop kissing. “Zeke, stop it right now! What are you doing – going soft on me? Has this asshole converted you or something? Seriously, dude, stop sucking face right now. You disgust the…” The asshole didn’t get to finish the sentence. Zeke, without any warning, backhanded the dude and his other cronies with enough force to send them flying into the brick wall a few feet away. My big make-out partner didn’t use enough force to hurt the guys too much, he just wanted to make sure they all went nighty-night and he succeeded. They slammed up against wall, stayed stuck there for a few seconds from the might behind the blow, and then slid down to the ground – out cold. I watched out of the corner of my eye – mainly because it turned me on so much. I noticed Zeke was doing the same thing. Our kiss intensified once the little men were just a pile of unconscious bodies on the ground. I pulled my face back from his. “Impressive.” “I did it to please you.” “And to shut him up.” “Well, that too.” “What should we do with them?” “I have an idea. Go get something heavy. Let’s put the trash where it belongs.” I immediately knew what he planned on doing. I walked up the alley to the main road while Zeke easily gathered the four knocked-out bodies in his strong arms and started heading over to a dumpster that hadn’t been demolished by me. He tossed the four dudes in with the trash and then pulled the top down with a loud bang. When he turned around he smiled, because I was walking up with a Ford Explorer hefted over my head with just one arm. I loved how the feat impressed him. “Much better than a Volkswagen.” “Heavier, that’s for sure. Still, I loved seeing your body burst through the car like it was nothing.” “Anything to make you happy, big man.” I felt a jolt of power shoot to my crotch from his comment. I was like a schoolgirl with a new crush. I placed the huge SUV on top of the dumpster, making sure the tires wedged the thing on so it wouldn’t slide off. Zeke actually pushed on the tires and made the axle bend in – just to make the fit even tighter. I followed suit with the front tires while he did the other rear one. When we were done he thought it would be fun to explain. “This way, it will take longer for the rescuers to get the car off. Just knowing that gives me a little more pleasure. “Nice. Speaking of pleasure, I think I’d like to take out a couple of walls with a super ejaculation. How about you?” “I thought you’d never ask. I think it’d be fun to blast away the roof and walls of this abandoned warehouse. You game?” “Lead on, monster Zeke, lead on.”