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II I threw my shirt at him as he was sitting on my sofa-bed, dumbfounded, checking each part of his glorious enhanced body. He had to peel off his shirt just to extricate it off him. He was then able to breathe afterwards finally freed from its fabric constraint. In all honesty, I could watch him just do this all day and I would be set for life but I reminded myself why I let go of his grip in the first place. "Thanks for the shirt. Although would you mind if I just..." he waved his hand to show his body and I nodded, with more vigor than necessary. He chuckled. "I could go home and get a fitting one if this bothe—" "Stay. I like what I'm seeing." "I just wanted to hear you say that." that delightful smile again. "You are such a tease." "And you are..." he paused, sat back looking at me seriously. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't introduced myself to him yet. "...someone you should not be with." but we both know it was too late. The connection was too strong already. I could feel it as much as he could. "Come on, that's unfair." "What's unfair? You got what you wanted." "I got no explanation. I feel a lot of things right now like... Like there is another person deep inside me. I know that it is you but I can't even get to know you." his gaze stern but confused, storm brewing in his eye. "I will explain everything to you but there are things I am still unsure of." He gleamed at the notion and he moved a bit to the left from his seat as if motioning me to sit next to him. "Until this is all settled, I can't be at arm's length near you." He sighed, "That partly explains why you keep avoiding me every chance you get and what happened earlier." he then raised both his arms and lied down with his hands supporting his head. I could see his pecs bulged, converged at its center with the sudden reduction of space it was cramped into. His obliques were relaxed and lengthened but given its obscene bulk, I couldn't discern if it was contracted or not. "so?" with his deep but inquisitive voice. He might have done those unconsciously but it was such a turn on, it was really difficult not to be affected by something you desire. "It's at its strongest when we touch each other." "What's it?" "The connection. It is an entity within me that somehow resembles my... urges." He raised his eyebrow and smirked at the thought of urges. "What kind of urge—" "Let me finish." "This entity knows me much more than I let it. It is like the primal version of myself that goes out of control. There are times that I can control it but if the urge is too strong, well... You already saw what happened." He nodded solemnly. "It is also something that I have to feed. The hungrier it gets, the stronger it is. And by feeding, this is where the connection comes in." he removed his left arm from rest and placed it on his chest, slowly caressing his body up and down. "I could only get connected with someone the entity chooses, or I guess you could say—" "—someone you desire." "Yes. There is no timeline to it. It can happen instantaneously just like what happened to us or once I've realized that the person is—" "—someone you desire~" "Gale." "Alright, alright. I'll stop." he then swayed both his feet from left to right, dancing. "The connection establishes the instant my skin comes in contact with—" "You are asking for it." I frowned. "—When that happens, the entity would latch onto the other person and as the name suggests, we would be connected with each other quite literally. The connection had always been emotional at best... Or worst. But with you, it was different." "What do you mean?" "With you, it developed physically." "Ow, I get it. I mean, it goes without saying, who could deny—" he flexed and contracted all his upper body muscles that I thought couldn't get any harder. But then and again, Gale has proven me wrong. This time, I smiled, "Your confidence is charming but you are not taking this as seriously as you should." "So how much danger are we in?" "That's what I am unsure of. This is the first time I've had this kind of connection. But I might have made you do things under my influence." "Like what?" "When you pulled your knees apart so that you could rest your dick on my knees. That was me." "No." He was taken aback but contemplating. "You've been growing for quite some time then and it might be coincidental, or that you've decided to do it but that happened to be the same time I hoped you'd do it." "What else?" "When I massaged my wrist after you gripped me, you did as well despite not needing to. Also, do you suddenly feel the strong urge to jerk off?" "What?" "You heard me." Upon registering the inquiry, he suddenly writhe as an involuntary force directed both his strong arms downwards. The right hand lifted the short effortlessly while the left hand wasted no time angling for his already chubbed manhood, which was still sensitive from the encounter minutes ago. It sprung to life at the touch of him. "Hnnnngh... Ugh... Yes. Please... Nnngh... Stop." I let him go at once. He panted and looked at me at disbelief, crossed his arms a bit shaken from what just happened. His fingers wrapped around his oval necklace that I've only noticed now. It was small and buried deep within his pec groove. "Do you believe me now?" There was silence. "You know, I was just tired of feeling alone that's why I tried to approach you despite being aware of the lengths you did to evade me. I guess I should be more careful of what I wish for, yeah?" "I'm sorry." He smiled wryly. "How do we break this off?" I avoided eye contact after he asked this. This is exactly why I was avoiding him. This wouldn't happen had I been stronger. He sighed. "This sad frustration I suddenly feel answers my question, I guess." "It is not that there is no way, it is just I haven't found one yet. The closest to a solution I have is to isolate myself." Silence filled the room again. He was staring at me and I could swear the swirling in his gray eye became darker. "It still doesn't add up. Why did I become like this?" he curled his right arm and from there appeared his bicep, enlarged and inflated. He fondled the round boulder with his left hand, slowly registering its increased mass. I gulped. This amazing guy is pushing all the right buttons for me. "It feeds off of rationality and enhances our desires. It is like turning us into a primal version of ourselves. That's... how it seems to me." "Makes sense, I desire to be stronger." "But it shouldn't have manifested like that. This entity is limited to suggestion not realization." "Why do you sound so certain of it?" "I... I... You just have to believe me." His demeanor became serious as he ceased his short session of self-worship. He might have picked up on my fear and anxiety. Despite years of getting acquainted with this 'talent' of mine, I still haven't taken full control over myself and the messages I send. But then again, that's the purpose of it. Communication. "I don't know what happened to you and I understand that it might be too personal but I can feel it. I want you to believe me when I say this, you can count on me." Those words came from a place of genuine concern and pure innocence. He wasn't lying because try as we might, the connection made it impossible for us to lie. "Thanks. Is there still something bothering you? How are you feeling?" I relaxed. He giggled. "Nothing alarming anymore. Whatever inquiry I'll have will come along the way... But—" His smile softened as he exhaled, "—there is a need I have to attend to asap." All of a sudden, I was overwhelmed by a thick wave of arousal that wasn't mine. I was amazed at how long he had hidden this from me. I let the wave meld with mine and send forth a stronger surge back to him. "It hasn't ceased one bit since we touched. It also doesn't help that you look so attractive and such a te... Aaaaawwww fuuuck." He let out the hottest moan I ever heard as he was stopped mid-sentence upon receiving the reply. He squirmed as his body was enveloped by our combined lust towards each other. He raised his midsection a bit and it emphasized the pouch at the center of his short that was inflated as it was slowly getting filled. He tried to reach for it with his left arm but I stopped him midway. This made his arm flex and writhe in pleasure. He laughed at this, "Do you mind? I really want to continue where we left off." There was a hint of desperation in his eyes as he glanced at me. He oozed sexual appeal as he laid there panting waiting for permission, the light and his sweat gave his body a sheen that highlighted all his best features. I didn't need to be asked twice as I lunged atop of him, tried my best not to make contact. We locked eyes again for a moment and I felt lost staring at his stormy, bewitching eye. Gale removed my glasses as moisture formed on its surface and he smiled. "Hi there. I still can't decide if you look better with or without." "Your eyes. Your eyes, they are be—" he didn't let me finish as he planted his lips on mine. Our lips stayed locked as our arms scrambled on something to hold onto. He pulled me closer as he sat up and tugged on my shirt. I took a hold of his unyielding traps and his broad back as the tugging on my shirt intensified. I swatted his arm but he resisted so I grabbed, pinched, then pulled his left jutted nipple softly. He broke from our kiss as he let out a resounding moan, "seems like I found the spot." We both chuckled. "You didn't grow." "Ow, I sure diiiid." he nodded down. "But I guess it wasn't what I desire the most right now. Do you want me to?" "It's not my decision to make but it would be appreciated." An all too familiar smile formed across his lips, "How hard is it to just say yes?" He lied back down and raised both his arms to support his traps. "Touch me and I"m all yours." Upon hearing those words, it felt like a secret chamber opened inside me. It unleashed a craving I buried deep within. My breathing hastened as I felt my body empowered by a rush. Gale must have felt it too as he shifted defensively but it was too late as I latched both of my hands onto his triceps and went straight for his sensitive nipple. Gently and curiously, I played with his teat, alternating from sucking to licking to lapping and occasionally biting. He could not help but to swoon at the onslaught of arousal, unable to overpower his tormentor. "Hnnnngggh... Fuuuuck, sooo... Goonnnggh... At this... *pant... It's... Aaaww... It's cominnnnngh..." He was right to anticipate the growth as a hefty wave coursed through my body and entered his. I was smothered by his pectorals as his muscles tensed and pushed forward. I accidentally sucked harder in the process which made his arms jerk and almost broke free from my hold. "Sorry." but he wasn't listening. He was transfixed to the ecstatic feeling of growth quickly enrapturing him. My hands widened apart as his triceps started to swell. I stopped to pay attention to him. His eyes and mouth were slightly opened and his breathing labored, letting in sharp intakes of breath that didn't seem to be getting out of his system. The growth from his arms traveled down to his pits then to his pecs. I saw each striation as it contracted and augmented; his oval necklace was sucked in, further buried within his pec groove that I assume could now hide a finger or two. I was given a dose of my own medicine as Gale freed himself from my distracted hands and grabbed hold of the back of my head. I willed him to stop but he overpowered my suggestion with ease and shoved my head atop of his expanding abs. It was warm to the touch and I could feel it beating as rush after rush of power charged each muscle fiber. Each abdominal pack bore its increased definition on my face which greatly aroused me but suffocated me as well. Gale must have felt my panic as he quickly lifted my face and looked at me, concerned. "I'm sorry. You fuckihhnnngh... turn me on." he exhaled, his gray eye looking unusually brighter. I licked my lips and then slurped his shiny abs, my tongue traced along its ridges. His eyes withdrew and I felt his fingers tousle my hair harder. He let out a low vibrating purr. I adjusted my position and knelt on the floor, I relocated my hands on my favorite part of him, his lower obliques, or what I affectionately call as love handles. My index fingers laid perfectly underneath its bulked contour letting my thumbs massage the sides of his sturdy pubic region. As my tongue went down lower on its conquest, Gale became increasingly hotter. Normally, people would be alarmed by this but what had transpired within the hour was anything but normal. Besides, this aura could only suit a man such as Gale. I have yet to witness someone who comes close to perfection as he does. The next current went directly towards his lower body. I felt his obliques tightened and pushed my fingers outwards. My arms were lifted by his thighs which boomed in size. I pressed my arm harder on it but it wouldn't budge. He grinned at this feat of strength. His legs, which embraced my back on a mantis hold, tightened its grip further as it received its dose. I could feel Gale breathe heavily as the familiar warmth slowly built up inside me. This was somehow different from the others, much more potent. Gale's body seemed to be reacting to it, anticipating it with childlike vigor. As my core let go of its burden, I felt uncomfortably full. If it traveled, I hardly noticed, I was just immediately wrapped with a numbing warmth. I snarled not long after this, sending jolts of energy to the hulking man in front of me. There was no movement, not a tiny bit of reaction. Time seemed to stop for a moment. I halted from kissing his lower abs to see what happened. Gale was staring down at me, smiling. I noticed the iris on his left eye was still, which was my first time seeing it that way. "You might want to disengage before thinnnnghh... Moooove." It came out deep and I was taken aback involuntarily. Gale started to spasm violently, his face grimaced, the swirling came back stronger in his confused but elated eyes. In my panicked state of mind, I rushed in to lunge atop of him. His movements were hampered but it wasn't enough. I summoned everything I have to will him to stop jerking and slowly, it worked. We locked eyes with each other and he flashed his signature smile. Suddenly, I heard a rumble and he started to breathe faster. After each successful amount of breaths, Gale's already pumped musculature engorged and swelled, pushing at different directions all at once. He hissed at each inflation, blood trickled on the side of his mouth as he accidentally bit his lip. His neck was slowly buried by his burgeoning traps. My hold on his bicep was being pushed apart effortlessly. I could feel the striations inside his arms tightened, each fiber coiled and strengthened becoming denser and fuller. He must be at least 24" now, impossibly tough and dense. A small network of veins appeared on his skin which enabled me to view the fuel being delivered throughout this machine. The division between the tricep, bicep, delts, flexors, and other muscle group became more pronounced at each passing moment. The rumbling came next to his chest area as his pectorals started to quiver. The jiggling lessened each time it added mass until it halted altogether. His nipples, completely erect, were now completely shaded by his prodigious mound. I couldn't resist its siren call as my fingers attached itself to its tender inflamed nubs. I twisted it and Gale arched his back as it sent out another pleasurable wave that mixed with his growth. "Hrrrrck... Mmmmmm yeees." He groaned deeply, appreciating what I just did. His abs and obliques followed suit but what caught my attention was his lats, that was more pronounced due to the position we were in. I felt conflicted between burying my face in it or continuously torture his teats. Why not both? I rammed my face on his chunky right wing and forged a path along its ridges with my tongue. When I reached the intersection of his pecs and delts, I whiffed his addicting minty fragrance. It was now mixed with sweat. Gale became increasingly tenser and hotter at each worship. I suddenly felt a knocking on my butt as I noticed the growth reached his lower body now. I became excited at the thought of finally seeing his prized appendage. Gale gripped my arms for support as I noticed the veins on his obliques and abdominals protruded and carried the juice farther down his body. Majority of those veins pointed and connected to his manhood. We both heard his shorts stretched. "Ts... Haaa... Take it... Orrrfffh" At the onslaught of his continuous growth, we forgot to notice that he would outgrow his denim. He was able to lift this up moments ago but now, it clung forcibly onto him. "It hurts." he winced. I tried to relieve some of the pain by unbuttoning and unzipping it. Taking it off was out of our options, his thighs were already bulging. "Gale, it wouldn't pass through. We have to tear it off." He gripped my forearm tighter to manage the pain. "sss... S'okay *pant..." He then moved his arm to fix his hair and we both chuckled. "This is ridiculous." "Ridiculously hot..." "I knew you'd like iiiitttt..." Gale trembled once again, both of his arms took hold of the cushion on his sides, gripping it with all his might. I felt his midsection pushed up and throbbed along with me. I sat up and farther to give it room for growth. We both looked down at his strained jockstrap, his swollen manhood etched on the surface seemingly breathing inside. Gaps were already present on the sides as the jockstrap was being pushed to its extent. The surge then forced its way through the veins to what seemed to be the convergence zone. It pulsed and lengthened. We could both hear the jockstrap groaned as another wave of mass was added to its engorging package. It took two more pulses before it ebbed and Gale could finally relax. His breathing was frantic like he just ran a marathon but he was gleeful. A smile plastered across his face after he added what seemed to be 50 pounds of solid muscle. But the feeling was still there, it never went away but in fact, escalated along with his improvements. Gale looked at me longingly. "Did... Uh did you like it?" "Are you kidding me? I love it. I want nothing more than to see it again." He laughed. "You're lucky. The show's not over... Nnnnggh... Just yet." Suddenly, I heard a snapping from below.

I've been here for quite some time now and decided to contribute. Apologies in advance for mistakes (not a native speaker) and heavy narrative. I'm open to comments, suggestions, criticisms, what-have-yous. And... most importantly, I hope you guys enjoy! ——————————————————————— I To say that I was attracted to him wouldn't suffice. Something deep inside me was magnetized, to a point that I was aware of his location. It was, much to my annoyance, beyond my control. Don't get me wrong, I don't like, love him; I don't even know him. He had just moved in to the next unit two weeks ago unusually late at night. It was a bit addling but I was more fixated on the uncomfortable squeezing on my lower abdomen that seemingly came along with him. It wasn't painful nor did it restrict me in any way. In fact, I had a liking for it. That was until it dawned on me that it was in synch with him, that it ebbed upon his disappearance and intensified at his presence. I was overcame with dread at the notion of it. Numbing fear seeped into my limbs and I willed myself to breathe. I couldn't afford to lose my composure after coming all the way here. He just felt similar but he wasn't... Him. It shouldn't come as a surprise that I avoided the new tenant at all cost afterwards, which was a tad effortless as I could literally feel him. The squeezing, however, didn't dissipate one bit. Quite the opposite actually because continued exposure soon turned it into hunger, an alarming sign that the entity inside me was no longer slumbering. As it increasingly became harder to ignore him, the more I felt him trying to reach out for me. I could feel him lingering in front of my door for a moment when he passed by at times, or the occasional jerking whenever I accidentally make a noise noticeable to him. I would have been creeped out under normal circumstances but the whole thing didn't feel... malicious, not even a bit. In fact, it felt innocently soft but muddled with what I could only assume as longing. It brought me back to a time when my childhood friends, one by one, stopped playing with me. I sighed, someday maybe. That someday came too early though as I closed my door, panting. As I was on my way home from the gym, a familiar knotting shrouded my abdomen. Today, he decided to shift from his usual schedule and it was too late for me to realize. I caught a glimpse of him lounging on the common yard while I made a frantic dash towards my unit. He tried to wave a friendly gesture but he barely got a chance to introduce himself. I just hoped that my quick frenzy gave him the impression of urgency. And it did, although he reacted not the way I expected him to. Some people would have just dismissed it, as I thought they should, but I should have known better. He wanted company and this was an opportunity for him. I felt him approach closer and closer to the door. He stopped at his usual spot. I froze and contemplated what to do next and so did he, I felt. There was a long silence outside, a heavy contrast compared to the loud ringing in my ears and the steady beat of my heart. This noise, however, was muted by a knocking. I thought I was hearing things at first but my fear was confirmed when I heard it again, albeit stronger than the previous one. I stood there paralyzed in front of him with just this oak barrier separating us. He knocked once more and next thing I knew, I was now face to face with him. Clearly, we were both surprised by what happened but he recovered his composure faster. I locked eyes with him in disbelief, my left hand tightened its hold on the handle when a voice, deep but solemn, broke my panicked state as he introduced himself. "I, uh, is everything okay? I saw you rushing on your way home and uh, it got me a bit worried..." he said with a concerned look on his face. "Ohhh... Sorry, name's Gale from next door." he then reached out for a handshake. The hunger intensified and made my stomach churn. My sight shifted from his eyes to his waiting hand and then back up again. "Uh, seems like now's not the best time." he forced a chuckle as he withdrew his hand and slightly scratched his head in embarrassment. I thought I could at least feign normalcy but at this close, I don't think I'll ever be prepared for anything around Gale. The rumbling inside of me strengthened and implied that in the tug-of-war for control, I was at the mercy of this entity inside me. To live a secluded life, I chose a place at an impractical distance from civilization. I jumped on the leasing opportunity for this place that happened to be at the tail end of the urban sprawl; somewhat touched by development, collaged heavily with nature, but accessible to necessary amenities. The only problem was it was a duplex. Risky but hoping for a neighbor that I wouldn't be interested in at the very least seemed easier. O how wrong I was. This man, Gale, has got to be the most beautiful joke life offered me. At first glance, I immediately noticed how bulky he was. He managed to pack a ridiculous amount of solid mass into his medium build, like an inflamed gymnast who suddenly got into bodybuilding. He doesn't look too massive but he feels compact, dense to the point that he emanates a slight aura of heat, if that's possible. He wears a peach shirt one or two shades darker than his skin tone. This shirt is a bit loose for him at the bottom but it fits his shoulders and chest snugly. The sleeves strained as he raised his arm to scratch his forehead. He stared at the floor uncomfortably as if trying to find a way to get out of this situation as much as I do. "I better go. It was nice meeting you." he returned his gaze to me and we were back again to where we started. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by this compulsion to not let him leave. As he turned his back to face his unit across mine, I winced. The sensation inside started to ache as it got stronger and I struggled to contain it. I willed myself to stop but it managed to connect words in my head and to my shock, formed something coherent enough to make sense. "eyes, you. Your eyes." He looked back surprised and flashed a smile akin to a child's. "Ah, so the man could talk!" "Your eyes, they are—" "Yeah, I know they are weird." "—beautiful." "Ow... Didn't expect that." They both resemble the sky but at different phases. His right, cerulean similar to that of the morning sky while his left, a stark gray like the clouds before a thunderstorm. "Hence, the name Gale. My iris shifts constantly as if a storm was brewing." And he was not kidding, as soon as he said that, I saw the gray emulsion in his left iris swirled and it was mesmerizing. I thought it was something I could only see when I stir my coffee after adding milk. The last place I imagine it would happen was in someone's eye but here we are. "I've just moved here two weeks ago and uh, it's kind of lonely without human interaction. You are my only neighbor right now so as much as possible, I don't want things to be awkward between us." The growling inside of me was deafening and in my exhausted state, felt myself slowly relinquishing control. However, I still managed to give a quick nod. He smiled gleefully at this but it changed quickly as he noticed how sickly I must have looked like by each passing moment. "Are you okay?" "Huh?" "You are turning pale." "I'm... alright. This is just how I look like." "Uh, no. No, you don't." "Look Gale, it was nice meeting you but you were right when you said now's—" I flinched as the entity retaliated with a sharp pain on my abdomen. "—not the right tissss—" I hissed as the pain doubled over from sharp to excruciating. It pulsated all over my body, with my abdomen as its core. I gritted my teeth and my knees started to tremble. Gale sprung to action as he offered himself to support me from falling. "No don't!" but it was too late. The moment he touched my skin, the spark was ignited. I felt him jerk a bit from the sudden jolt the contact caused but he ignored it as it didn't feel top priority. The pain ceased immediately and was replaced by the familiar pulsing warmth, slowly traveling across my body until it reached my hair fibers. As I let myself be enveloped by this warmth, I slowly regained awareness of my surroundings. I opened my eyes to the sight of his back, radiating heat that's distinctly his but felt a bit stronger than before. I detached myself from his torso and wondered why he hadn't moved since. "Gale?" he was holding my arm with his eyes closed but his mouth slightly agape. Before I could ask him again, I felt the warm sensation travel from its usual course but as soon as it reached the tips of my skin, Gale tightened his grip, tensed his muscles then stifled a guttural moan. His aura smoldered, skin warm to the touch. A thin layer of moisture started to form at the perimeter of my glasses. "oh no... Gale, wake up." Gale was lost deep in this sensation that was foreign but surely, a welcomed visitor for him. I was alarmed when another wave hit me. "Gale, snap out of it!" I jerked my arm away but his grip was too forceful. He slowly raised his head in pleasure and let out another satisfying moan. I was a bit turned on seeing it up close. This time, however, there was something different. I noticed the small gaps in his sleeves were slowly diminishing as his arms started to balloon rhythmically with his breathing. It didn't seem like he was exhaling anymore, just continuously expanding in front of me. We both glistened in sweat as it felt increasingly hotter by each pulsation. Seemingly free from the entity's clutches, this was the first time I was able to take in his appearance. His face topped with a short wavy hair was masterfully sculpted on all the right places: his prominent jaw structure was matted with a stubble that wasn't professionally-shaped but nonetheless suited him; his left eyebrow was bisected by a small scar that could be attributed to lightning if paired with his storm gray eyes; his lips were plumped and magnetizing. All in all, he had a face that no doubt would demand a second look. However, what attracted me the most was his scent. He emitted this distinct minty fragrance like that of the forest after it rains. Cool and soothing. I reveled at what I was witnessing but it didn't come close to how he was feeling. By the time I retracted my arm again, his chest was pushing at the fabric which now acted like his second skin, coincidentally of similar color. His nipples were jutted down obscenely as it carved itself on the material. The sleeves piled at the top end of his biceps as they failed to cover its continuously engorging size. However, faced with his delts, the odds were still against it. I could see clearly the physique he was hiding underneath his now thin, sweaty shirt. To say that he trained rigorously was an understatement, I doubt I could match his even if I doubled my training efforts. I could see the ridges separating each muscle and it was goddamned perfect. It was like looking at a breathing, anatomical muscular system with a thin layer of fat to make it seem realistic. If this is what they examine at med school, I'd graduate with flying colors. I was distracted by the grunt that escaped his lips, a different response as his breathing became irregular. I looked carefully at how he expanded, starting from his traps downwards, flowing like a calm sea current. Each current breathe new life and power to each member of his already dense musculature. The power snaked through the veins of his arms and as it slowly covered its entire mass, it swelled. He had to readjust his stance as his body consumed more space than before. His pecs unforgivingly stretched the garment again and I heard it snapped softly at the sides. I looked up at him and saw him grinned, eyes closed focused solely on his growth. His grin was replaced by a snarl as the wave pushed back lower his plumped pecs to his abs and obliques. Each slab made its definition known as it etched its form on the wet and surrendering shirt, the last pulse pumped up his 4th abdominal layer. His obliques were by far, his best part. It was chiseled symmetrically and was so full, it protruded together with his abs. I followed the surge travel down through the contraction of his abs and obliques to his pubic region which made him hiss and heave a sharp intake of breath. His pecs pushed the material upon doing so, further worsening the tear. I could see the side of his nipple peeking as he slowly widened the gap between his thighs. As soon as he did that, his shorts bulged at the center explicitly. It stayed a bit upright for a few seconds until it descended. The material rested itself above my knee and I felt it press deeper as it swelled in size once more. This was enough distraction for him as I felt his hold loosened. I managed to slip my arm off despite the spectacle I was viewing at first-class seat. It felt wrong to objectify someone this way, without his permission. This was also the first time I saw something like this happened. Connections do not end up like this. We have to talk about this first. "Gale, look at me." He was breathing like he just finished a workout set. The contraction lingered even after we've lost touch. "I thought... Hnnngh... You liked..." he paused. "I'm sorry. It just felt so good. *pant* All of a sudden, I was like—" "Gale." I interrupted as I was massaging my wrist, a bit numb from the ordeal. Gale soon started to feel his wrist as well despite no damage inflicted upon it. The connection really was made. "What... What was... How did this happen?" "Now that's what I want to hear."

This is an older story of mine, some of you may have read it before I took it down but here it is again anyway. Session 1 “Chris, come on in. Sorry to keep you waiting.” “Hi Doc, or should I call you James?” “Whatever makes you most comfortable. Take a seat and we’ll get this session rolling.” “Thanks Doc.” “I must admit I was a little surprised to get your call, I usually deal with couples or family therapy, not one to one.” “Yeah, I know but I’ve heard a few people mention you so I was hoping you’d be the guy to help me out.” “I’ll try my best. You’re my last client of the day so if we run over a little I don’t mind. What can I help you with?” “It’s hard to really say, I just feel like I’m being torn in two some days. You know how you have to be one way around some people and another way around others?” “You mean like the difference between work and home?” “Yeah like that. I’m sure you get clients where you want to say ‘what the hell is wrong with you?’ But as you’re at work you have to be more tactful, right?” “I’ve never had it that extreme but I think I know what you mean.” “Well that’s kinda how my life is at the moment. I’ve got some huge insecurities but I can’t tell anyone about them because no one would understand. At least here there’s a doctor/patient confidentiality thing between us isn’t there?” “Absolutely, anything you say to me will be strictly between us unless I feel you’re likely to do harm to yourself or others.” “That’s good then, thanks.” “So what are these insecurities?” “Well for a start off I always worry about how people see me and if I’m doing the right thing.” “Are you worried about close friends or the wider world?” “The wider world, in fact, the whole world.” “Forgive me for sounding a bit like a stalker but I did a search for you after you contacted me last night and besides a few minor politicians, your name didn’t bring up any results that I would class as a celebrity.” “Yeah…I’m not really a celebrity under my real name.” “Ah, so it’s a screen name or another alias then?” “Yeah, something like that.” “So do you worry just about your alter ego, if you like, or your whole life?” “The whole lot cos one affects the other. I’ve never, you know, been with anyone. I’ve always kept them at a distance to make sure they don’t get hurt. It’s just hard leading this double life if that’s what you want to call it.” “Well what’s to stop you merging the two lives into one? Obviously both have to co-exist at the moment but maybe the public would be happier knowing the real you.” “It’s not that easy, I’m not doing some face reveal in a video or something like that, if I divulge my private life then things will go crazy.” “How so?” “It’s hard to explain, I’d have to show you. Mind if I stand up?” “Go ahead.” “Try not to freak out, ok?” “Don’t worry I don’t think you could show me anything I haven’t…OH MY GOD!!! You’re him!!!” “Doc relax! Keep it down.” “But I never realised…Oh Jeez...You’re huge!! I mean you probably already know that, I just mean I’ve never seen anyone like you up close.” “Doc…you’re babbling, take some deep breaths and try to relax.” “Sorry, I should be more professional. I’ve just never met a superhero before, it’s pretty overwhelming.” “And that’s where I have the problem. I can’t live a normal life like this. You treated me like a normal guy when you met me but as soon as my biceps resembled bowling balls you lost it.” “I can’t apologise enough, I can see now why you feel you need to lead a double life. Does anyone else know about your secret identity?” “My parents did but they died a few years back. I learned how to blend in when I was younger but I always wanted someone to share it with.” “So why did you decide to share with me?” “Honestly? I’ve kinda been spying on you for a while. I saw you a few months back when that tank went on the rampage down town.” “You mean the one you stopped by tearing it in half?” “Yeah, that just felt like the easiest way to stop it. Anyway I saw you in the crowd and noticed you had a bit of a tent going.” “Oh god!” “Don’t sweat it, you weren’t the only one, but I thought you were kinda cute so I decided to keep tabs on you to see if I was right about you.” “Right about what?” “You being gay and having the hots for me.” “Oh crap! Is that why you wanted to see me today? Why you picked me to be your therapist even though I don’t usually deal with individuals?” “Yeah actually, I’ve been watching you for a while and I genuinely think you’re a nice guy, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react to meeting me in person.” “Well now that I’ve had time to compose myself I think I can be professional again…OH JEEZ!!! Don’t bounce those like that you’ll set me off again!” “Sorry Doc, I was just having a little fun with you. Want me to change back into Chris?” “I think that might be better for now. Wow, that’s just as amazing in reverse. So what do you want from today’s session?” “Well I was hoping for at least a date after this.” “Don’t you think that would be a bit inappropriate? After all that would be crossing the doctor/patient boundaries.” “Ok, well if you change your mind there’s an old military scrapyard full of decommissioned tanks and planes I like to play in sometimes, so that would’ve been my first choice for the date.” “Holy shit!!” “I’m serious though Doc, I think we’d be good together. I need someone to talk to sometimes to make sure I’m not screwing up. It’s hard when I have to do some heroic feats and then sit home alone wondering if I did the right thing.” “So do you often feel like you handled something the wrong way?” “Not always but the biggest problem I find with having these powers are there’s no instructions, does that make sense?” “I’m not sure I understand, are you saying you activate some powers by accident?” “Not so much that, I know how to make the powers work but where do you learn how to catch a falling plane without putting so much stress on it that it disintegrates? Or how do you fly with someone without going so high that they suffocate due to lack of oxygen? No offence Doc, but you normal folk are pretty fragile.” “I think I see what you mean now, like in that bank robbery a few months back the robber died because he shot you.” “Yeah like that! How was I to know the bullet would bounce off my chest and hit him in the face? But I agonised over that afterwards.” “Ok, so what could you have done differently?” “I don’t know, dodged out of the way? Melted the gun with heat vision?” “So if you’d dodged the bullet it could’ve hit someone behind you or if you’d heated the gun up it could have exploded, or he could’ve dropped it and it still goes off killing or injuring him or someone else. There’s a lot of possibilities here but you did what you thought was best at the time.” “I could’ve caught the bullet.” “So why didn’t you?” “I dunno, I thought it would just look cooler if it just bounced harmlessly off my pecs I guess.” “Do you feel responsible for his death? From what I read of the story you told him not to fire but he still did. Anyone in this city knows you’re pretty much indestructible so he made a foolish choice and paid the ultimate price, that’s not really your fault.” “I guess, but I still could’ve done things differently.” “You know what they say, hindsight is a wonderful thing. If the same thing happened tomorrow you’d probably handle it differently wouldn’t you?” “Yeah, I’d probably catch the bullet instead of trying to show off.” “So do you feel the need to show off?” “Kinda. I mean, when you have a body like this…” “Oh Jesus!” “Sorry Doc, guess I shoulda warned ya. Anyway, when bodybuilders look like this they wanna show it off, right?” “Of course, although I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bodybuilder look as magnificent as you.” “See that’s why I knew you were the right guy, you can appreciate this and also help me cope with the things that happen around me.” “But it still means breaking the boundaries and I could lose my job.” “Well how about you get rid of any record of this meeting and just say that we met somewhere else, then we can just be a couple and you just happen to ask me about my day.” “I guess that could work.” “And no one would know you were privately counselling a superhero anyway as you’d just be going out with Chris.” “I think you’re onto something there.” “Of course I am, no one needs to know about this side of me do they?” “I guess not. So would I be the only one who knows about this side of you?” “Yeah, I’ve never shared this with anyone else, that’s what’s made this life so lonely. I have friends as Chris but they don’t know my secret.” “So you don’t trust them but you do trust me, even though you’ve only really known me a short while? What makes you think I won’t tell anyone?” “What would you have to gain from it? A little money and some fame? Look what you’d lose.” “Oh wow!” “Exactly. Wanna come feel them?” “My god, they’re huge. They’re like bowling balls, and I don’t just mean the size, they’re hard and unyielding too.” “Yeah and check this out.” “Damn!! With lats like that it’s no wonder you can fly, if you stood in front of the window you’d block the light out.” “And if you notice I haven’t skipped leg day haha.” “Holy shit! I know a few lumberjacks who’d want to try chopping those redwoods down.” “That would be pretty cool, watching some guy ruin his chainsaw on these bad boys.” “Mmphff” “Wow now you’re the one taking me by surprise; that was one hell of a kiss.” “I can’t believe that even your lips are strong.” “Everything on me is strong, got a coin?” “Sure, what’re you going to do with…what the…?” “Aahhhhh.” “Holy fuck! You can actually see the roof of your mouth embossed in it. And you did that with your tongue?” “Told you everything was strong, wait ‘til we get to the junkyard and I get my dick out.” “Ok this session’s over, let’s go.”

Pt1 This is a story about Jack, Jack is no ordinary 19yr old……………. “COME ON ONE MORE!!!!” shouted Dean, Dean was jacks training partner. “ARRRGGGHHHHHH” grunted Jack as he lifted the last of his 12 reps on bench press on to the rack, jack stood up and looked in the mirror, staring back at him was a sight that drew gasps from both dean and others in the gym. Jack was a 6ft brick shit house. His chest was rippling with thick dense rock hard muscle, the vest he had on could not contain the sheer size of his pecs, they were so thick every time he breathed in the vest would ride up his torso and begin to tear under the sheer mass of his chest. “add another 25kg on each side mate” he asked dean Dean placed the weights onto the bar which was already loaded with 300kg, bringing it upto 350kg. Jack repped out another 12 reps like it was nothing, re racked the bar and got up again. “This is to easy, I need a real challenge! Whack another 100 on!” Dean added the required weight so that the bar had 450kg loaded on it. “ Man this is crazy shit jack, can’t believe what you’re doing, your pressing over 4x my body weight!!” “Well when you’re as big n strong as me there’s no room for light weights, its heavy as fuck or nothing at all, you don’t get pecs like these by lifting sissy weights!!” Jack bounced his enormous pecs, each bounce shifted his perilously frail vest close to breaking point. Jack laid down on the bench, got his tree trunk arms into position and with a mighty grunt lifted the bar from the rack, each rep was greeted with an almighty grunt, his pecs were bulging with blood pumping round his massive chest. Jack managed 8 reps before re racking. He stood up. “Arrrghhhhhh, im fucking pumped man, look at me? This is what u call pure beastly muscle!!” Jack was pumped, like nothing anyone had ever seen , he moved closer to the mirror, ripped off his vest to reveal the rest of his enormous body, his pecs still filled with blood and rippling from his bench press, sweat was dripping down to his stomach which resembled a block of marble which had had eight large chunks carved into it, his triceps were also rippling from the routine, his tri’s n bi’s were huge at least 35” round, veins snaking down to his beefed up forearms, his giant boulder shoulders looked strong enough to barge through brick walls, his meaty traps stretched up his thick bull neck and his lats were two thick slabs of rock jutting out of his sides. It truly was a sight to behold for everyone not at least dean who was trying so hard to hide his erection going on in his pants. “Jesus jack you look incredible, I’d hate to see a guy cross you!!” dean said with a hint of jealousy. “if they did, they would end up like this!” Jack picked up an olympic sized barbell with no weights on and began to bend it in half like it was made out of rubber, then tossed it aside. “anyway dean im 400lb of freaking huge muscle, I’d be surprised if anyone would cross me!!” Dean gave a laugh of a guy who was like ‘yeah I suppose so but really wanna see it’. “true enough, ok now its my go!!” Dean was inferior to Jack in height, weight and strength so before he could even start his lifting he had to take 400kg worth of weight of the bar. Dean was only 18 and had the physique of a track n field athlete, so he was fairly toned with a bit of size but that size looked skinny compared to Jacks mammoth size. So with 50kg left on the bar dean started his routine. Even though Jack and Dean were good friends jack always took the piss out of dean for his inferior showings, mostly to try and spur him on but also to show his superiority and dominance over him, dean could not help but feel intimidated by jack, he daren’t tell him to shut up or go away in slight trepidation of what jack might do. “ Come on you skinny git, call that heavy lifting I can’t even see your pecs there that small and feeble, if you don’t start tryin harder im gonna crush you, now LIFT!!!” jack’s booming shout reverberated around the gym. Dean finished his first set and sat up, “ Jesus jack im tryin alright!!” Dean bit back a little. “that’s not trying that’s playing safe, you wanna grow ? You want to lift heavy!!! That isn’t heavy look!” Jack then proceeded to lift the loaded bar of the rack with one hand and start repping some shoulder presses, after 20 reps he re racked the bar. “see!!” “alright jack stop showing off ya big headed freak!!” dean sarcastically replied. “Jealous you skinny fuck? Well you better be coz unlike you I wanna grow! I wanna get bigger and stronger than ever before.” “ well maybe you do mate but im an athlete, my sport does not require me to get big n bulky, so i maintain what I have!” Dean tried to hide the fact he actually likes jack being all dominant etc coz it makes him hard, and whether jack will like the fact that dean loves being with this muscle mammoth. After dean had finished his chest routine he and jack decided to hit some biceps. As Jack was so big and strong the dumbells the gym had were to light for him so jack had to curl using an Olympic bar and plates, he started of light by curling 100kg for 15 reps, “easy!! Whack another 250kg on dean.” Dean added the weight. Jack composed himself, lifted the bar off the ground and slowly started to curl the 350kg bar, with each curl his massive biceps ballooned to unprecedented sizes, thick veins popped and stretched with every move, after hitting 10 reps he placed the bar back on the floor, looked in the mirror and hit a double bi pose, his biceps bulged and formed a gargantuan mound of granite muscle that looked bigger than his head, he relaxed then hit it again this time managing to squeeze an extra inch on top of his already impressive bi’s. Dean had never seen jack hit a bi pose before, his cock was now so hard it was making an impression in his shorts. “ WOW jack they are awesome man fucking huge!! Im gobsmacked!” “I can see your impressed, I only have to look at your shorts to notice that, ya big gay, come over here?” Dean walked over to where jack was, the size comparison was breathtaking, next to jack dean looked like a twig. “take your top off” jack asked Dean didn’t dare disagree so he took his shirt off, his tight body glistened with sweat. “now stand infront of me and flex!” Dean flexed his biceps, moderate sized peaks appeared from his arms, they looked pretty cut but looked no bigger than 15”. To rub the salt in more jack then flexed his bi’s behind him, his bi’s clearly 3x the size of deans. Then without warning Jack picked dean up and started curling him, every curl took deans face to within cms of jacks biceps, jack curled dean 20 times before putting him down. “you like that gay boy, your cock sure did!!” Dean looked down and saw a dark grey wet patch were he had cummed, he looked up and said, “ that was awesome!!” Jack and Dean made their way to the changing room, got showered and headed home. Pt2 Jack and his younger brother got home from the gym. Jack unlocked the door, “ get inside now boy!” He grabbed hold of dean's shirt and flung him into the house. Dean went flying into the wall with a thud. Dean got back up and rubbed his shoulder. “ Wow master, you threw me like I was a rag doll!” He said in amazement, a huge smile beaming on his face. Jack slammed the door behind him, “ Listen shit bag, You are a rag doll to me boy, a skinny weak runt I'm gonna have so much fun with. Your my slave now, you do exactly what i say boy, I own you, I'm bigger, stronger and far superior than you in every way possible. You go to bed when I say, you get up when I get up, you cook what I tell you to cook, you get the picture boy?” “ Y y yesss master, anything for you, you are by far the biggest and strongest person I have ever seen!” Dean replied. “ Would master like me to do anything?” he asked Jack. Jack walked over to his younger bro, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high in the air. Dean's feet were dangling at least 3ft off the floor, Dean was gasping for air, his legs flaing about, he looked down at his brothers menacing face, his eyes bulged at the sight of jacks huge, ripped, juicy muscled forearm easily hosting his light body up, Dean also had a view of his brothers immense pecs and collosal shoulders, both rippled with devastating power. Jack finally drops Dean on the floor, Dean coughs and splutters as air returns to his lungs. Jack stood over him his massive bulk dominating the space around them. “ Master would like to know what it feels like for you to be so easily man handled by your brother, how it makes you want to worship my huge muscles and witness my immense power?” he asked. He folded his huge arms across his even bigger chest, both fighting of space. Dean looks up at his brother, watching his huge devastating muscles fight for superiority on his body. “ It feels fantastic master, you are so strong you could lift anything, I would happily let you man handle me all time if it means I get to see your fantastic muscles in action. I would love nothing more than to lay my hands on your perfect body master and feel the power those huge muscles possess”. He replied. Jack smiled menacingly. “ Get up boy, take your shirt off!” He demanded. Dean picked himself up and lifted his shirt off his ripped body and tossed it on the sofa. He looked down at his lean ripped body then up to his brothers gargantuan body, he sighed in embarrassment. “ What would you like me to do master?” Dean asked. “ I want you to flex for me boy, I want to see how small and worthless you really are!” with that Jack shoved his bro towards the wall length mirror, Dean flew across the room and stumbled into the mirror. Jack prowled up behind him, he had a tape measure in his hand. “ Flex your bicep now boy.” Jack demanded. Dean knew better than to disagree so he reluctantly accepted and flexed his left bicep, a small hard ripped peak rose up his arm. Jack sniggered, “ my god so small!” He wrapped the tape round dean's arm, “ Christ you are pathetic boy, 12 inches! “ Dean hung his head,” yes master I am pathetic.” Jack then wrapped the tape round dean's chest and again chortled, “ 28in, disgusting, lift your left side shorts up you weed!” Dean obeyed and lifted his shorts up, his skinny athletic legs had a light coating of hair on, Jack knelt down and wrapped the tape round the upper part of the thigh. “ 23in, you are just one lanky piece of shit aren't you boy, how can you be happy looking like that, I've got broomsticks that are bigger than you, here.” Jack throws the tape at Dean, “ time to see what real muscle looks like boy!” Jack started by flexing his gargantuan biceps, peaks that would make Everest look small rose imperiously up his arm, muscle grew on top of muscle. “ Whoa…….” Dean moaned. His hands shaking as he approached his brothers immense arms, he began wrapping it round the peak, he joined the ends together and read the numbers. “ Fuuuuuckkkkk, 34in master, your a monster!” Jack cackled with delight, “ yes a boy I'm a monster, 34 in arms, the best in the business, I'd wipe the floor in any competition, now my chest boy!” Dean moved the tape to Jacks impossibly pecs, he started to wrap but jacks body was so huge and wide he had trouble keeping it there,” er er er master can you hold the tape please? “ he asked. Jack laughed, “ am I to wide for your pathetic skinny arms boy, there! “ Jack placed a meaty finger on the tape, Dean continued round his brothers bulk, he eventually joined the ends. “ 78in master, unbelievable! “ Dean was mesmerized by his masters sheer size. “ I could fit your skinny assbody in my pec gap and crush you with there power. Dean shuddered with fear as he took the tape away. “ Now my legs boy!” Jack lifted his shorts leg up to reveal the thickest most densely populated leg of muscle anyone had seen, ridges upon ridges of muscle piled high and wide engulfed his quads. Dean gulped hard, “ Sweet Jesus master your legs are freakishly beastly!” He began to wrap the tape round jacks meaty quad, the two ends met, “ 65in master, incredible! You are a collosal behemoth! “ Dean was opened mouthed at his brothers unbelievable body. “ Boy, come and kneel in front of my leg and open your legs,” demanded Jack. Dean knelt down and spread his legs a little, Jack moved closer placing his right foot in the gap in dean's legs, then looked in the mirror. “ Look boy my quad is wider than your upper body hahah” it was true, one of jacks thighs stuck out at least 15cm each side of dean's body. Dean was drooling. “ Master you are a dream come true, you are ginormous, stronger than anything I know, I am nothing compared to you, I'm weak, worthless, I am……….” He was about to continue but got interrupted my Jack. “ Enough of the talk boy, I know your weak, pathetic, worthless, a sad existence. Christ if you weren't my brother i would have destroyed you by now, you see boy, I want more, much more and your gonna help me get it, I wanna grow more bigger and stronger, so the question is do you wanna help me? Choose your answer carefully! “ Jack cracked his bull thick neck, the sound alone sent shivers down dean's spine. “ Y yyyess master anything you want I will get for you just say!” Dean knelt down and bowed before his brother. “ That's a good boy, now I want food, I need to eat big, get cooking for me boy,time to grow!” Jack ordered Dean to the kitchen. Jack got Dean to cook 1.3kg of lean mince, 500g of wholewheat pasta, 4 scope of optimum nutrition weight gainer and 500g of instant oats, it came to a whopping 6151 cals. Jack slammed it down in 20 mins. “ Boy, get down the shops and get me more food!” “ yes master”. Dean put on his coat and went shopping.

Pt2 I walked onto Tony’s Gym, wearing some short shorts and a tank top. I was athletic ripped thanks to all the iron and roids, but I knew I needed cum from muscle heads to turn me into a genuine muscle growth fantasy. I was in the gym, on the treadmill, when I finally saw him! Super Jake, the gay twunk I had stalked on Grindr turned up. Mmmmmmm fuck..... he was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt that was struggling to contain his buff pecs and 19 inch guns. As he got under a barbell, I was doing everything in my power not to get hard...... until the effort started to make him grunt! Is there a better sound in the world? Some buff teen, staining and struggling to get big! Here was a guy who was letting me hear his bodies attempt to move more iron just so he could have more beef, more veins. POWER! I had thought about my approach for ages. We had jerked off on Grindr together a few times but how would he react to me finding him in real life? I didn’t care - I needed his cum to grow. I thought I’d be upfront! As a fag muscle head, he must understand! I approached my superman from behind. “Hey Jack. Fitter in real life!” Jake span around in the gym to face me. Sweaty face turning from confusion, to Understanding, to worry. “Erm hey man. Errr how did you.....” “I worked out where you pump up based on your pics. No big deal. I’ll tell you what the big deal really is. You. And soon, me”. He got close to me and whispered. “Ok. This sounds like one of our Grindr fantasies. That’s cool, but not so public. It was just a bit of fun and I ....” “No. I’ll tell you what isn’t just a bit of fun. The steroids I’ve slammed my body with. The weight I’ve forced into the air. I’m getting bigger but you will make me take my first step to beast”. I was breathing so hard as I got excited. “You see, you are so ripped that your cum must be full of extra testosterone. I need it. It will blow me up. I want to drink you and then push myself to the max. Your cock is gonna be my fucking needle and your cum my next batch of yummy roids”. Jake was clearly conflicted. He was thinking “This guy was nuts, and he stalked me! But this was hot! It was a fantasy played out in real life. And I was getting offered a bj by someone who’s body looked like Tom Daly!” Jake made his mind up as he let go and let my words chub his cock. “If you wanna suck me, get in the fucking locker room. I’m happy to feed you my protein”. I rubbed my biceps as we walked. Jakes excited power-butt sped up. I could lift 150s ten times over my head now - let’s see what happens after he powers me up! Jake shoved me into a large shower cubical and I instantly dropped to my knees. Trembling with anticipation. I started desperately licking at his cock through his shorts like a thirsty man attacking a water bottle. I yanked them down roughly, hardly taking a second to reflect on how beautiful and hung Jake was. I took all 7 inches into my mouth. I didn’t know I could take someone that deep, but my body was so eager for his cum. “Awwww fuck yea. You sexy bitch. Take my fucking muscle cock”. Jake was moaning constantly, I could feel myself dripping pre cum over how much this stud was enjoying what I was doing to his glorious dick. But I NEEDED his cum. I roughly shoved a finger up his ass (no mean feat given how solid his butt was) so I could massage his prostate. “Ooooooooo fuckkkkmmmm”. I was screaming in my head “cum in me you fucking cunt! I need you to super charge my body!” Then, finally, I felt his dick swell..... just like I was waiting to. He shot 6 or 7 thick ropes of cum into me. I squeezed his cock and lapped up every last drop. I could feel it. It was like a hit of strong coffee in the morning. I felt so awake and energised. I looked down to see more little veins than I remembered on my legs. My arms felt a little tighter. I stood suddenly, and slapped Jakes hand away from my rock hard dick. He looked so confused. But I didn’t need anything right now other than to throw a ton of weight around and test my new strength. I sped back into the gym and found the 150 barbell. I got underneath it, more excited than at any time in my life. I knew 10 was my record. Let’s test the theory. I was so fucking hard.... 1,2,3,4,5,6 “haha fuck yea” I let out a low growl as I relished how easy it now was. 9,10,11 “FUCKING YES. FUCKING SWOLE”. I could feel my biceps pumping larger than ever. 12,13,14. I was nearing orgasm as I felt the cum hardening my abs, pushing my shoulders out. 15,16,17 “OH FUCK IM SO RIPPED. Jake had timidly come back into the gym, trying to believe his eyes. I was so intoxicated by my own power. I jumped up after 20, barbell still in my hands, and launched it into the wall with a tremendous crash. I went into a most muscular in front of the mirror. Brand new veins snaked their way around my whole body as I became supercharged. “Jake!” I bellowed. “Look at what you have done”. I went into a double bi, as my cock, also enhanced ripped though my shorts. I need more.

With thanks for everyone's immense patience, please find below the final part of Control, coming in at just under 1900 words. I hope you enjoy it! It segues into my other (unfinished) story, Entelechy, although that may not be immediately obvious at this stage. Without further ado... Part 5: entelechy Immobile. A terrible state to be in. Helpless, dependent on the goodwill of others. Unable to live a meaningful life. It was hardly the existence a normal person would wish for. And yet, that’s precisely what made it all so arousing. That someone would throw away their life to be immobile; that someone would so deliberately grow their body to such a grotesque size. If part of what made extreme growth so erotic was its pure deviance, revelling in the revulsion of the unenlightened, then taking it to its ultimate conclusion - immobility - was the pinnacle of deviance, the height of eroticism. It was only natural that it should be James’ goal. He had only gone and done it. Without the help of my pulleys, hoists and railings he was largely trapped now - his quads had got too big to really permit walking for more than a step or two without support. And with each thudding step his muscles rippled, having grown to a point where they had their own centre of gravity. It was a glorious sight to behold - and one that had never even occurred to me until I saw it happen. Not that that made it any less arousing. We didn’t know his weight anymore; it was somewhere well north of 400. The number itself had lost its meaning to us by now - why did it matter when we could plainly see how much bigger he was? His joints ached from the weight and his organs strained to keep him alive; he couldn’t care for himself any longer. He was always panting from exhaustion. But that itself aroused him. We had achieved what was supposed to be impossible; that we had done it in less than three years was all the more remarkable. But he was to get no bigger. How I knew that, I wasn’t sure - but knew it I did. He had maxed out. James had fulfilled his potential; he had reached what Aristotle had called ‘entelechy’. Well, almost. There was one more thing to do. Again, how I knew what was required I did not know. But I knew it anyway. He stood for me, leaning against the wall for support. My mouth watered as my eyes savoured the monstrosity we had created together. Our achievement. Pecs the size of double pillows thrust out from beneath his chin, casting shadows of their own, while the mounds of muscle sagged under their own weight. The nipples pointed straight down, and the slightest movement caused the muscles to jiggle and sway. A soft carpet of light brown hair accentuating the flowing masses...and the tantalising cleavage that separated them, which could swallow my hand up to the wrist. Or my cock, as it did most commonly. Fucking a boy’s pecs was a particular kink of mine, and James had an ample supply of pec to fuck. They were so large he couldn’t even flex most of them - only the extremities responded, with most of the muscle just being useless mass. Shoulders the size of bowling balls framed the pecs, each head of muscle set in sharp relief and as unyielding as granite. They made fantastic handholds for when I claimed him, which had become a daily ritual (who was I to deny all that muscle?). The undulating muscles continued down his arms, becoming hopelessly overgrown biceps and triceps. The latter alone were the size of watermelons even unflexed, each rippling head so swollen as to resemble hills and valleys. The former were wonders to behold when James clenched his fists and tensed the muscle, a huge double-mountain erupting from his arm, the skin stretched to the max. Rippling forearms - each muscle visible - flowed into a set of strong, manly hands that had themselves grown in response to handling so much weight during his workouts. Stretch marks ran from beneath his armpits, across his shoulders and pecs, down his upper arms and over his lats. There seemed to be a pressure in him, his skin desperately trying to cover a body growing out of control. It was as if he were about to explode. Perhaps he was. Propping up his arms - forcing them about 70 degrees out - were a pair of lats so wide they were almost square. Unambitious sorts talk of the ‘v-taper’; James had a ‘T’, his lats erupting horizontally from his lower ribs and stretching almost 20 inches out either side of him. Like his pecs, he couldn’t flex them properly due to their size. Thrusting forward from the lats was a prodigious roid gut with a circumference closing on 50 inches; it rested on his lap when he sat, grinding into his permanent erection. It would have been at home on some hopelessly obese heart-attack case - if not the 12 brick-sized ab muscles, and supporting framework of serrati, etched deep enough for me to sink a finger between. Then came his quads. Not unlike his lats they had become somewhat square when viewed from the front; from his knees to his crotch there was no room between his legs. The muscles had consumed his knees, huge snakes of muscle twisting over and under each other. Last came his calves, rising two inches from the bone when flexed. Which they always were when he stood, the muscles desperately trying to balance and stabilise his crippling weight. Many of his muscles were so large they had their own centre of gravity, making it hard for him to balance. Combined with the sheer weight and quads unable to move past each other, we had the golden triangle of immobility. He moaned softly, half in pain and half in pleasure. The pain of his grotesque body was proof to him of how far he had come, how much he had grown. And that made his manhood throb. I flashed him the smile that he loved so much. And for the last time, I attacked his body with my hands, tongue and cock. *** I am a Builder; a Maker of men. Before James, I already had a reputation as one of the few serious artists; someone who could make you what you wanted to be. Boys queued up, dutifully submitting their ‘applications’ - their begging submissions - to be graced by my favour. But I was selective. Most such supplications I ignored, seeing them for what they were: authored by a shallow fool with no comprehension of what they were asking for, simply seeking a quick wank to cool their burning cock. I am not in the business of short-term gratification. As a Builder, a Maker, an Artist, I care only for projects that will stand the test of time. Monuments that will speak of my prowess, and of the ultimate ambition made manifest. For such great work, I require a very certain type of subject. Not a boy who simply seeks to score on Grindr. Rather, a boy who doesn’t want to ‘live’ at all - at least according to the standards of a society built by lesser men. James had demonstrated my skill like no one else, and he had returned the favour with his devotion to my cause. He had been my ultimate proving. Since him, my reputation had only blossomed further. I was the most famous name in the muscle fetish world. An almost legendary figure. The Builder of the most muscular man the world had ever seen. The one who had grown a boy to death. How many sad little boys furiously pumped their cocks to the thought, I wonder? And then wallowed in their misery when I paid them no interest. A whole cottage industry has grown around myths and rumours about me. It’s all very amusing. I am Faber, and maybe - if your application is what I seek - I may just make a man of you. A monster. A god in your own right, to match me. By my grace are you elevated. So people would say of me on the forums and message boards. Browsing the applications is a relaxing pastime of mine. Particularly the cases where some boy repeatedly spammed his application and resorted to unconcealed beggary. These elicited a little chuckle of glee from me. They were desperate, yes, but not the right kind of desperate. They were desperate for a fantasy, not a reality. There was an uncomfortable truth that nearly all of them did not realise. I was merely an enabler. If you don’t already have the Hunger - that all-consuming fire within you - when you come to me, then your efforts are futile. What can I enable? There’s no fire for me to fuel, no Hunger for me to feed. They think they want it because they wank to it. But no. If you did, you would have already started without me - begun to grow with only the Hunger for company. If you can’t even lock down a simple gym routine and diet, then you can never cope with my process. I simply unlock the higher planes, take it to the next level. Allow you to achieve which others can only dream of. The Hunger makes you huge. I am but a catalyst. And you know this. You wonder why you are left behind? You are weak, and gods must be strong. Kneel before your god, and perhaps I will show you favour. *** His purpose was fulfilled. The hospital bed - a reinforced one of the kind used for the morbidly obese - groaning under his mass. My cock twitched. Morbidly obese he was...but from muscle. The heart monitor beeps regularly in the background. His face was still much the same as it had been some 300lbs ago, albeit a little more angular and chiseled - a consequence of my blessings. It wore a look of blissful peace, a faint smile on his lips. The rest of his body was monstrous, looking like a misshapen mountain beneath the bedsheet. His breathing was shallow, aided by an oxygen mask. He looked so peaceful and content. I loved him, but this was the end. And I was not sad about it. He would live on in the minds of all those who dreamed of repeating his feat; but most importantly, his name would be etched on my very soul. Everything I did from this day would be a monument to him. Every boy I grew a testament to his devotion, his achievement. I had made him, and he had made me. In more ways than he would know. I gently lifted the oxygen mask off, exposing his lips. I leaned forward and softly kissed him, his lips pursing into mine by subconscious instinct. As we kissed, I drank deeply of his soul. Of his passion, of his love, of his Hunger. I drew it into me, my skin tingling with its power. He would be part of me forever, my final gift to him - and his to me. The heart monitor blared its shrill alarm as I broke the kiss and replaced the mask, summoning help. But he was already gone. The monstrous body now seemed somehow dull, diminished. I left without a backward glance. He was the first.

Session 2 “You’re late.” “Gimme a break, I was helping out at the homeless shelter.” “Really? What were you doing, heating their food with your eyes?” “Uh…tenderising their steaks?” “Yeah right, if you hit a steak to tenderise it you’d smash it into atoms.” “I can be gentle; I didn’t hear you complaining when I had your cock in my mouth last night.” “That’s cos I was too terrified to move. I’ve heard of the mile high club but that was just taking the piss.” “Ok, I was late because I was fixing a surprise for you, now can we get on with this?” “Alright, I’ll let you off. So we decided to keep these sessions professional as you wanted to talk to me as a therapist, right?” “Yeah, that way we can feel like we’re in a proper session rather than just being a couple talking. I know it seems weird but it kinda makes me feel better.” “No problem, so do you want to do it as Chris or…oooookay we’re getting big. Wow, that never gets old.” “Keep it together Doc.” “I’ll try. So tell me what’s on your mind.” “I’m still finding it hard to know how to use these powers, I mean it’s not like anyone can give me advice or anything.” “Have you had any success in finding ideas on ways to use them?” “Well I used to read a lot of comics and watch films a lot, sometimes I try ideas from those.” “Like what?” “Remember in that Superman film where he flew around the earth really fast to turn back time?” “Uh huh.” “Well I tried that when my mom died.” “Did it work?” “No, it just made me really dizzy, and I smacked into a satellite which pissed off a Russian news station for a few days. Stop laughing! I thought you were trying to keep this professional!” “Sorry, I was just trying to picture it.” “Trust me you can’t. You know how in space there’s no noise? I was so disappointed when there wasn’t even a clang to tell me I’d hit it.” “So what other things have you tried?” “You ever see the bit where he crushed some coal and made a diamond? Didn’t work, I just got dirty hands.” “I know there was a scene where he moved the moon to block out the sun, have you tried that?” “I did think about it for a while but I’m sure it would mess up the tides or something like that so I’d have more to clear up. I think I could probably move it though, I still haven’t found an upper limit for my strength yet. “Have you actually been to the moon?” “Yeah, it’s really boring and eerie. There’s no sound up there at all and it’s all just rocks and craters. Might as well just go to the Grand Canyon, at least you can make some echoes in there.” “So what would you say is the worst thing about being you?” “Being objectified I think. What was the first thing you thought when you saw me in this form?” “Fuck me he’s huge!” “See what I mean? You didn’t think anything like ‘I bet he’s a great guy’ or anything like that; you just saw the muscles and started drooling.” “Well to be fair you do look incredible. Have you ever thought to use your looks to make money?” “I’ve been offered loads of photoshoot opportunities and I probably could make a fortune but what would I do with the money? I can’t put it into a bank account as Chris because people would get suspicious. I don’t need loads of money to live so what would be the point? What would you do with lots of money?” “I dunno; buy a big house, a few nice cars and things like that.” “See, I don’t need that stuff. Why have a great house when you can live anywhere in the world for free? And cars, could you imagine me with road rage? Someone cuts me off and I’d just crush their car to the size of a pool ball and throw it into orbit.” “Is that why you only have a modest apartment?” “Yeah, that’s literally just a wardrobe for Chris’ clothes.” “That’s interesting.” “What?” “You referred to Chris as if he’s a separate person, do you feel like you’re losing your humanity?” “A bit, that’s why I really needed to talk this stuff over. I want to make sure I stay grounded and don’t go off on some ego trip.” “Do you think that’s likely to happen?” “I doubt it. Thing is, when I’m like this people are either afraid or in awe of me and it gets old you know? There’s only so many times you hear ‘You’re incredible’ or ‘You’re so big’ until it gets annoying.” “So changing back into Chris is an escape from that?” “Exactly! When I shrink down to this people don’t really pay much attention to me so I can do more normal things.” “The thing I find strange is that you almost see yourself as two different people, whereas I see both forms as two parts of the same whole.” “Really?” “Sure, your humanity and sense of humour from Chris make you a likeable hero, yet your self-doubt and vulnerability from worrying about your heroic deeds makes you a hero rather than being a cocksure asshole that would only do things for himself.” “Wow, I never thought of it like that.” “Although talking about yourself in the third person is a bit egotistical.” “Right! For that I’m gonna get big again to watch you bone up. And there it is.” “Asshole!!” “That’s not very professional.” Ok fine, let’s get back to being doctor and patient again.” “Feels weird being called a patient.” “Why? Have you never been sick?” “Nope, which is lucky. Could you imagine if I had a cold? One sneeze and I’d cause a monsoon.” “Do you ever worry about your powers hurting people?” “All the time. If I land too hard I could cause an earthquake or if I’m using my heat vision and get distracted I could look the wrong way and really fuck something up.” “Do you worry about me?” “Of course. I really want to show off for you sometimes but I have to make sure you’re safe. Like last week in the junk yard, I made sure you were far enough away when you fired that shell from the tank so you didn’t get hurt by any shrapnel.” “That was pretty amazing; you didn’t even get winded when that slammed into your abs.” “Of course not, it’s only the same as a fly hitting into you as you walk along.” “So have you ever felt pain?” “Physical pain? No.” “Only emotional when you lost your parents, right? So here’s a horrible, hypothetical question for you; what would happen if you lost me?” “Damn you’re going right for the heart strings aren’t you? I don’t know what I’d do to be honest. I’d probably be mad and want to smash some stuff up so I’d most likely have to go to mars and make a few more craters or something.” “So you’ve been to Mars?” “Nah, the moon was crap so I just thought Mars would be red and crap, plus it’s a really long way away. It’d probably take a couple of days to get there and I’d get bored pretty quick on the way.” “It’s a shame I can’t join you on these off planet trips.” “Yeah but that’s the thing, I want to share these amazing things with you but at the same time I want to feel human. I want to just go for a walk on the beach with you rather than holding back a tsunami.” “Ok, but can I be selfish for a minute?” “Go ahead.” “Well like I said before, I see you as two halves of the same whole, I want to walk on the beach with you as well, but I also love that you can carve our names into a cliff with your finger nail. I love how you can take me to exotic places without worrying about passports or airfare and you telling me about the amazing things you’ve done in those places. I love you in both forms but I’ll admit seeing some of the shit you can do gets me really horny and I know that makes you bone up as well.” “Speaking of which, I think we’ll need to take care of this pretty soon.” “Not in here you won’t, you’re a great hero but a crap builder so I’d rather you didn’t take out any walls.” “Ok then, I know a nice little place in Morocco.” “Let’s go then.”

Short intro - I’ll keep going if folk think it’s good. It seemed so obvious to me. As a skinny guy who needs to wank over muscle stories everyday, and dreams of busting out of his shirt, bending metal and mmmmmmm roid rage........, it just seemed obvious. I needed to drink as much muscle cum as possible. You see, as I sat there, wanking over Joey Sullivan flexing his veiny 21 inch biceps, the thought popped into my head - “he must have so much extra testosterone in his cum, given the sheer extra his body must produce to make him so huge”. After I busted a massive load over my screen, I started to think..... “well, if I drank his cum, that would be a boost to my bod. I’d be drinking pure testosterone. Like steroids. And what if I combined that WITH steroids. And more cum. And more roids! Could I finally stop reading these stories and actually become a fucking muscle BEAST!!?!?” I was so horned up at the thought, I stroked myself again. This time imagining drinking Joey, and then using my cum enhanced muscles to beat him the fuck up. I’ve never been a dominant person, but if I make myself a muscle freak, why shouldn’t I overpower everyone and be their alpha. Makes sense! So that night, the stink of cum in my room, I started my search for muscle gays. Grinder and such apps to find the biggest guys, then a little online stalking to workout where and when they pumped iron. I found my first subject - Jake. I was messaging him and calling him “super Jake” because this 19 year old was so pumped that he made shirts look like they did on superman. He had the prettiest smile that just said “yea - I’m a fucking specimen and I know it!” He worked out late at night at Tony’s Pure Gym, and he was quite a slut based on how many times he let me wank with him on Grindr. I was going to find him, and start my transformation. It just made sense. A few weeks before, I started the roids. I had a little home gym. I would inject, get rock hard, put some muscle porn on the TV, and lift the barbell. I could do about 15 with 100 pounds. I was happy that I was starting to get real definition. I was even happier that I would grunt so loud as I pumped my arms and then my cock, that the neighbours had to keep turning their TV up! “Yea you weak bitches. I want everyone to know I’m getting fucking swole. And wait until I drink from Super Jake and his Super Muscle Cock. I’m gonna get so EXTREMEMEMEMMEM”

Obviously, this is inspired by the two characters from HSMuscleBoy, Sean and Ty. This is a heavily rewritten story from a few furry authors, notably Galthroc on SoFurry. Sean & Ty The sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, shinning onto the double bed and highlighting the two sleeping figures. One stirred slowly, shielding the bright light from his face as he worked his eyes open, blinking the last dregs of sleep from his eyes. Ty was lying on his stomach, and lightly humping the bed with his morning wood. The sheet raised as his rear stuck into the air, and fell again as he ground against the bed in a circular sort of motion. Ty moaned softly and flipped onto his back on the bed. His cock got caught in the sheet in the process, flinging it off and onto the ground, revealing his ripped, muscular body and the musclebound body of his sleeping partner. Still caught up in self worship, Ty slid his hands along his chest, his massive pectorals heaved up and down as the teen breathed heavily. Brick-sized abdominals crunched as Ty thrust the air, the eight pack smeared with a shiny trail of precum. His 18-inch hard cock slid in between his pecs as he thrusted and flexed them hard, trapping the cock between them, milking an even greater spray of pre from that throbbing cockhead. Ty bent forward and slurped it up, wrapping his mouth around the head and suckling at it. His throat emitted soft moans, his tongue circling his own glands. He jerked his shaft slowly, letting thick ropes of precum ooze out and drip onto his chest. "Mmm, morning sexy" his muscular partner said in a sultry voice, stroking his 20 inch long morning wood at the sight of Ty’s self worship. Ty sighed a lustful reply "Morning big boy" as his slid over and explored the hard pecs and stunning abs of his boyfriend Sean. His grip sank slowly lower, wrapping gently around the base of the teen’s thick meat, fondling and stroking with obvious admiration. A naughty smile on his lips as his hand worked lower, rubbing along the way as he worked over the huge balls below. Sean grinned smugly and tensed his muscles for Ty. His abs bulged and crunched, ready to burst from the skin. His pecs jutted outward in an impressive display. "Show me those big arms," Ty said. Sean obliged, bringing his arms up to either side of him, clenching his fists and bending his elbows until two mountains of muscle surged upwards, each capped with a bulging vein that throbbed with power. “Fuck yeah..." Ty moaned, sitting up and cupping his hands over one, worshipping the towering bicep, licking it, smothering it. Sean kissed his bicep along with Ty, their tongues eventually finding one another's before they locked into a deep kiss. Sean leaned over, giving Ty’s cockhead a lick, eliciting another moan, before struggling to fit the mushroom inside his mouth. He managed, letting his tongue swirl around the glands, his throat closing around the head, before popping that fat meat out with a slick sound accompanying. "You taste so nice," he remarked, winking at his boyfriend. The two horny teen gods took turns flexing and worshipping each other, their perfect bodies shining with precum. Sean rolled on top of Ty, straddling his musclebound lover, thrusting his cock against Ty's, letting the head prod Ty’s lips, which promptly opened and suckled at the hot meat hungrily. Ty took his own dick and rubbed it against Sean's ripped body, moaning as he felt his cockhead grind against those hard abs. Sean shuddered when Ty's cockhead brushed against his nipple, smearing it with pre. Sean leaned forwards, pushing more of his thick rod down Ty’s throat. Ty’s cock found its way in between Sean's legs, and he thrust between Sean’s perfect ass globes. Sean lay down on top of Ty and closed his legs, his muscled thighs walled against Ty's cock so tight he could feel it throbbing. “Fuck dude, you’re so fucking hot,” Sean groaned. “Aw fuck dude, can’t stop cumming for you,” Ty moaned in reply. They kissed as Sean pulled Ty up from the bed. Standing up, the two separated, their giant dicks nestled between their bulging pecs. They grinned at each other, standing back to admire each other’s musclebound bods. Both of them were was enormous, over six feet in height, their entire bodies packed with muscle. Their arms bulged with quivering biceps and forearms wrapped in coils of muscle. Each torso was adorned with two giant mounds of firm pectorals, followed by an eight pac stomach that looked as though they were bricks, narrowing to impossibly tight waists. Tree trunk legs that seemed to be sculpted of marble lightly flexed and relaxed as they admired their builds. Ty, a few inches smaller than Sean, thrust forward a little, smearing his cockhead against Sean’s pecs. The two started to kiss again, precum spilled and oozed all over their chests, dripping onto puddles on the floor. The kissing got more intense. The studs faced each other, pressing their bodies together, their massive cocks getting sandwiched between the hard walls of muscle. They touched and rubbed their muscles, cocks slipping and sliding, covering their abs and chests with precum, making their bodies shine. Sean moaned softly, his twenty inches of cock sandwiched between their two sets of pecs, a rope of precum falling from it and puddling on the ground. The pressure on it from their embrace made it blood red, huge and throbbing, veins sticking out and pulsing violently. They began to jerk each other roughly, each one with his cock in the other's hand, grunting and moaning. Sean was kissing and rubbing Ty’s body, tweaking his nipples, sliding a hand down his abs. A constant, low moan came from his throat. Ty groaned as the slit of his cock opened wide, and a thick, heavy rope jettisoned out, splashing onto Sean’s face. Sean pumped Ty’s cock up and down, keeping his hands there as that huge cock lurched and spewed another massive rope. Sean quickly wrapped his lips around Ty’s cockhead, sucking down the next few blasts. Ty shuddered and fell back on the bed, pulling the cock out of Sean’s mouth. Sean wrapped both hands around his boyfriend’s massive cock, growling as he pumped it quickly, his whole body flexing from the effort. Ty roared in pleasure as he splattered them both with heavy, warm cum. Ty sat up and shoved his cockhead in his mouth as his orgasm began to subside, sucking on it like a vacuum as Sean continued to pump his cock. Cum sprayed from the sides of his mouth, oozing down his face and onto his body. Panting, Ty grabbed Sean’s throbbing member, pumping hard and fast. He could have sworn Sean was getting bigger, his cock inflated enormous proportions, throbbing so madly it looked ready to pop (but of course it wouldn't). Ty kept one hand around the base while the other worked the cockhead. He squeezed it and jerked it, Sean moaning loudly now, hands rubbing Ty’s cum all over himself. He ran his hands down his wet body, tweaking his nipples, toying with his abs, feeling his arms and flexing over and over again. Sean’s urethra started to bulge and twitch, cum trying to work its way past Ty’s tight grip. "Yeah....UUHHHHHH," he'd moan as he flexed. "So fucking hot. AWW, FUUUCK!" Blast off. Sean cried out his pleasure as cum rocketed out of his cock like a hose. His big dick swayed back and forth as it throbbed and came, ropes spurting out and landing with a splash on Ty’s body, coating the teen white. Ty continued to jerk Sean throughout the orgasm. "Yeah!" Ty yelled. "So much fucking cum! Keep shooting you fucking sex beast!" Sean growled and thrust into Ty’s grip, poking Ty in the chin a few times, cum continuing to surge out in copious amounts. Sean bent down and took his cock in his mouth, hungrily swallowing the last of his load, looking down at Ty through narrow eyes and winking, a gesture so sexy Ty felt his asshole twitch in anticipation. Sean popped his head off his cock, squeezing the base of his still-hard meat, breathing heavily as he took in the sight of his cum-coated lover. Ty smiled as he slid his body down the bed and spread his legs, his bulbous testicles falling onto the sheet. Sean pursed his lips and smiled. He got up on the bed and pressed his cock against Ty's, leaning down to suck both heads into his mouth. Sean alternated between the two cocks, lubricating his own with Ty’s cum. Ty groaned and pulled himself up, hands on Sean's neck, running his blonde head through his fingers. "God..." he moaned, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into Sean's throat, his shaft rubbing against the other. Ty leaned forward and began to make out with the sexy stud in front of him, cum and spit mixing between their mouths. The teen stud’s hands roamed his boyfriend’s muscular body, kneading his own cum into Sean’s massive pecs and firm abs. Saliva and precum oozed down both of their dicks, soaking into the bed. Sean wrapped his strong arms around Ty, holding him close, tongue darting all over his face in a lustful frenzy. He humped against him, his cum-covered cock slipping and sliding all over, adding to the mess every second. "Like that?" he managed to moan between kisses. "Don't stop...feels so good..." The two shared a cum-lubed kiss and Sean gave Ty a playful shove. Ty fell back onto the bed, Sean on top of him, Sean prodding Ty's bottom to find that tight hole. Ty's cock slipped and slid between their two chests, both of them soaked with cum and sweat. "OHHH, FUCK!!!" Ty screamed. Sean's huge meat had found Ty's hole at last. Sean took his time slowly penetrating Ty, squeezing his cock as he pushed forward gently. Even with all his experience, Sean’s thick monster was always a challenge. Ty's teeth were grit, and his eyes were shut; he wanted his stud to fuck him senseless. "C-come on..." he groaned. "Fuck me." Sean grinned and grabbed Ty's waist, pulling him down on his cock as he thrust his hips forward, cock throbbing as it slid further and further inside, precum seeping out and sliding down his shaft. "Doing good, dude,” Sean said, sliding out and then slamming back in, making Ty cry out once again. Ty started jerking himself furiously, hand a blur on his cock, precum spitting and flying out. Ty cried out in pleasure. "Yeah!" he moaned. "Keep going. Use me!" Sean was stretching the muscle teen more and more as he shoved his cock deeper inside mercilessly. Eventually Sean's grapefruit-sized balls were slapping against Ty's ass as he fucked the stud silly, his own rear sticking way out as he pulled out, huge balls jiggling slightly, before slamming his massive cock back in. "FUCK! UGH! Come on is that all you got!? HARDER!!!" Ty screamed. With a loud, short roar, Sean violently thrust his meat into Ty. Sean’s muscles were hard and tense as he thrust, his abs standing out, the sight all the more arousing due to the cum and fresh precum slathered on his stomach. His butt clenched as he humped Ty, and his muscular legs were bulging with strength. Ty looked at Sean's body as he thrust, the ripped abs crunching as he thrust, arms flexed and tense as they held Ty's legs steady. Ty’s cock was painfully hard, throbbing and spurting as it slid between his pecs with each thrust from Sean. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt his load rising, ready to explode without him even touching it. Ty's eyes started to flicker, his breathing slowing down. Sean grinned, “You gonna cum for me again? Cum in your mouth. Drink that big load." Ty's cock was visibly throbbing, countless veins sticking out and pulsating. He bent over, opening his mouth just as his urethra expanded dramatically and a tidal wave of cum exploded into his open mouth. Ty coughed and sputtered, wrapping his lips on his erupting cock, his second blast causing a splash of cum to spray from his inflated cheeks to splatter onto his cock and chest, but he still managed to keep the rest in his mouth. "Yeah, swallow that cum," Sean growled, jerking Ty's dick as he continued to thrust deep inside him. Eventually Ty needed air, though. He gasped as he popped his mouth off, his cock continuing to lurch and spew all over his face and the headboard behind him before falling limp onto his chest with a thud. Sean's pace slowed. "You ready for my huge load?" he groaned. He squeezed his base as he slid his cock out of Ty. Doing this made him even bigger, his shaft throbbing like crazy, bulging outwards and turning red. Cum sputtered from the tip, begging to be released. “Aw fuck yeah dude! Cum for me again stud.” Sean took a deep breath and stroked his shaft just once before letting go of it. His entire body tensed and flexed, muscles bursting, as his orgasm hit. "FUCK!!!!!" he roared, his hands clenching his butt and he thrust the air. His cock burst fourth in a torrent of thick cum, splashing against the wall and Ty in an endless, continuous rope. "YEAH!!!" Sean roared, his cock splattering everything in front of him with his seed. “Oh GOD!" Ty moaned as warm cum rained on him. Sean's hands ran down his body as his first shot finally ended. His cock stopped for a few seconds, bursting into an even harder and more erect state before exploding in another shower of cum. "Yes! YES! YEAH!!! MORE!" he roared, lost in pleasure, jerking his cock for all in was worth, completely coating Ty, who was began to cum again without even touching himself, mingling with Sean's shower of cum. Ty opened his mouth and rubbed his body as the cum coated him. He was blind with pleasure. Finally Sean finished, cum dripping from his still-hard cock, ready for more. Ty got up from the sticky mess he was laying in and knocked Sean back onto the soaked bed. He straddled Sean and started kissing his body, rubbing his ass against that huge twenty inch cock like a stripper on a pole. "Fuck...put it back in me," Ty whispered, nipping at Sean’s ear as his hands squeezed his strong pecs. He thrust his ass upwards along the cum covered pole until his legs were nearly fully extended, Sean’s cockhead nestled up against his butt. Sean slapped Ty's firm ass and rubbed his cockhead against Ty’s hole, threatening to penetrate. Sean popped his thick cock into the stud, who groaned loudly, but encouraged Sean by slowly lowering himself, taking more and more meat. Ty was soon getting fucked hard again by the teen god, the massive cock slamming against his rear. Sean stood up, picking Ty and holding him by the waist as he fucked him in the air. Using his incredible strength, Sean managed to lift up the huge teen bodybuilder as he continued to fuck him. Ty’s cock thumped and slapped against his body as he was mercilessly handled. "You like this big cock in you?” Sean growled into his ear. "Yes!" Ty cried. "Oh...fuck me!" His body rocked and moved as Sean held him up. Soon, though, his cock became completely rigid, pointing straight up. "Oh, God...oh...""FUUCK!" Ty howled again as cum surged from his cock, sailing through the air and splashing down onto himself. Ty could feel Sean getting close. He started grunting, and his cockhead was flaring inside him, the whole member throbbing greatly against his clenched ass. The teen stud slammed into Ty with a mighty roar, and cum filled his partner in seconds, cum surging out of him as Sean continued to fuck him. Ty could feel Sean’s hard body becoming even harder as it flexed during his orgasm. Ty squeezed Sean’s massive softball-sized biceps. Sean flexed an arm for Ty, and Ty went crazy when he felt it grow even bigger, his cock spraying ropes of cum onto Sean’s oversized muscles. Sean groaned as he felt Ty’s ass squeeze his still spurting dick, causing him to cum again. Ty felt his belly start to swell a little as the cum filled him again. After a few hard thrusts, though, Sean lifted Ty up and pulled out, a flood of cum pouring out of his ass. He dropped Ty onto the floor, taking his shooting monster in hands and aiming it at Ty. Ty sat up and grabbed the tip of Sean's erupting cock, four hands jerking it furiously, suckling on the head and drinking as much as he could before gagging on the strong current of cum. Sean brought his arms up again and flexed for his lover, who pulled himself up on to his knees to lick Sean’s flexing abs. He ground himself against Sean's legs and spurting cock, still shooting arcs of cum above his head, covering the two of them with more sperm as a pool of cum expanded across the floor. Finally, Sean's cock sputtered a few more shots of cum before falling soft between his knees, a stream of white dripping down. Ty fell back onto the soaked floor, exhausted, cock sprawled across his stomach. He was mindlessly licking at his body, savoring the taste. Both panted heavily, smiling at each other. "Holy shit," they both said. Sean slid to the floor to join his cum-slick boyfriend. The two lay in afterglow, panting and huffing and stroking each other's cum-drenched bodies until they had gathered enough energy to rise and move to the bathroom connected to the bedroom-turned-swamp. They spent a solid hour rinsing off, lathering their bodies with soap to get the scents of cum, sweat, and lust off of them. It took several washings. Only about half of that hour was spent actually washing, though; the rest was time spent on touching, stroking, and making out under the hot water. They took their time toweling each other off, careful not to excite each other again as they each pulled on a pair of compression shorts, made skintight as they stretched over their tree trunk legs and massive bulges. “So what’s for breakfast, dude?” Sean says, giving Ty a soft kiss on the lips. “Mmm, how about another protein shake?” replies Ty with a wink. The two horny teens laughed as they headed to the kitchen to start their day. Sean Ty

Part 5 As I came down the stairs, there was a loud knock on the front door – actually, it was more like a wrecking ball banging against it. I didn’t think twice about answering it, which was not smart considering all that had happened up to that point. I would have regretted it, but as soon as the door was open any doubt that might have existed evaporated by the view. There, in the doorway, stood the biggest Asian dude I had ever seen in my entire life. Thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes, gorgeous lips, and two studded ears sat on top of one of the largest bodies I had ever been this close to. I saw veins – snaking down his arms like the dragon tattoo, which covered his left shoulder – and that made me shoot hard immediately. “Fuck, I can feel it already,” the guy said, throwing his head back and tensing his arms even more gloriously huge than they already were. “I fucking need a kiss, Source.” I was easily lifted into the air by firm hands at both of my hips and then plastered into the gorgeous face of the giant man at the door. His beautiful lips suctioned around mine and his tongue immediately invaded my mouth – ravaging my throat like it wanted to get all the way down to my insides. I, of course, took advantage of the situation and placed my small hands on his enormous biceps – groping his hard muscle and feeling his thick veins. The big man was zapped with a jolt of power as soon as our lips met. He held me in his kiss for as long as he could and then he dropped me on the ground, threw his head back in a wolf-like howl, and pounded on his own big chest – barely covered by a white tank-top. “Hell fucking yeah!” the man screamed as he continued to beat on his chest with clenched fists. “I’m gonna get some power!” By this point, my fiancé and the Professor were in the front hallway – having wanted to see the new protector. Come to find out, my hubby-to-be had felt the other’s presence long before he had knocked on the door. He knew the guy was safe and that’s why he hadn’t come running as soon as the yelling began. I also saw that my boyfriend had half a cooked chicken on a big bone in his hand and was gnawing on it as if he were some medieval knight at a banquet. As soon as the newest protector saw my boyfriend, his face lit up and he tensed all of his muscles. “You must be the fucking Alpha Protector!” the guy exclaimed, moving to stand in front of my man. “You’re gonna be fucking massive!” Suddenly, the newest member of our group was punching into the pecs of my future husband like he was some kind of heavyweight boxer. The smacks of fists hitting hard pecs echoed loudly through the room. I noticed that my boyfriend smiled, continued to take huge bites of the chicken, and didn’t budge even a fraction of an inch from the full-on punches of this other huge man. Soon, the punches stopped and the two men were entwined in such a way that it was hard to figure out if they were wrestling or making out. The big Asian man took chunks of chicken off the bone with his mouth, too – as the two of them grinded against each other and even kissed. I found myself getting intensely turned on by the two behemoths dry humping as if their life depended on it. The Professor joined them shortly and it was a free-for-all of bulging arms, wet lips, pieces of chicken being consumed, and me wanting to beat off at the sight. They pulled apart a few minutes later, all three of them breathing hard and their humongous chests heaving up and down. The Professor shut the front door. Our newest friend turned to me. “I am Lee, sir and I am here to serve you,” he said. “Great to meet you, Lee, but – trust me – you don’t have to serve me,” I said, but he ignored me, completely. “I fought two dark protectors on my way here, Alpha,” he reported to my lover. “I can still sense them on you. I can also feel that you fought well. Your power surprised them. They were shocked that you could lift them each with one hand. It was smart of you to know that crushing their…” “The Source!” the Professor warned, and the three of them turned to see my shocked face. “I cannot be the reason for people’s death,” I said, picturing what Lee must have done to the two men. “But sir, they were trying to kill me,” Lee answered. “Honey,” my lover said as one of his big arms surrounded me, “I won’t talk about this anymore. Are you hungry?” “Yes, I am,” I answered, loving how his strong arm made me feel safe. “I also think I can use another vodka tonic.” Within minutes I was watching the three men devour enough food for an army. The Professor was an incredible cook and kept saying he had prepared for the gathering of protectors. As I started my third vodka tonic, later on, the three men passed me around between them like they were sharing a stuffed animal. As they each hugged me close and stroked my body, they tried to explain how the drinks gave my power a surge and so all three wanted to take advantage of the rejuvenation. I waved their explanations away and told them I didn’t care what the reason was – being held and groped by all of them was incredible. This made them very happy – and they all said they were pleased they made the Source happy. Every time I was passed to Lee, he would hold me in his lap, wrap a vein-covered biceps around my torso, and lean down to whisper in my ear. “I need you to fuck me, sir. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything. Take me, here, right now. In front of my Alpha and the Professor. I do not mind. I just want you to plow me and make me powerful. I am yours, sir. All yours.” The entire situation was so surreal. This giant muscled monster pleading for my dick to be inside of him. It also made it even more bizarre that he was openly cupping my balls and rubbing his hand across my stiff rod, barely hidden by my underwear. I was slightly buzzed, but that clearly was not impacting my ability to respond happily to the advances of this tatted, huge, mountain of muscle. I was suddenly aware, even in the midst of Lee’s pleasurable caresses, that the conversation had moved to something I was very interested in hearing. “How powerful are you already,” Lee asked my lover, as his big hand massaged my crotch. “I think I could take on, maybe, twenty . . . but that is all,” my boyfriend said. “I need to be strong enough for one-hundred.” “You will be,” the Professor said, laying a hand on my lover’s big shoulder. “You should sleep with the Source tonight. The vodkas are going to make him very horny . . . and very potent. Lee can join you two in the beginning. This big one is very eager.” This made Lee growl. I felt a rumble in his chest that made my cock twitch. This pleased the big man holding me very much. His hand went back to my crotch and he pressed his palm into my hardness. I let my head fall back against his big pecs – loving how small I felt next to him. I could feel a giant hard cock beneath my ass – turning me on very much. But I was constantly reminded that I would be the pitcher . . . not the catcher. “Soon, it will be time to initiate the powers in this man,” my boyfriend said, referring to Lee. “Trust me, his powers have already been initiated,” I slurred. “Not his true powers,” my fiancé said. “He is strong, yes, and many years in the gym have made him a big man, but you will make him a warrior. You will make him into my right hand, protector. If something happens to me, he will take my place.” “Nothing will happen to you,” the Professor said, noticing how these words made me panic a little. “It is time. The alcohol makes him powerful. Lee will gain much power if you go now.” “Professor,” I said, making all three men turn to me – surprised that I had spoken. “Does anything happen if the Alpha Protector and his right-hand man enjoy a little pleasure from each other?” My question made a big grin sneak across the Professor’s face. It was, however, not close to the size of the smile that crept across Lee’s face. The big man, looked back and forth between me and my boyfriend – as if trying to decide if he were more excited by the Source or the Alpha. My honey smiled, too. I was secure in his love, forever and ever, but I knew he was turned on by the huge Lee. Who wouldn’t be turned on by the enormous muscles, the rugged face, and the oh-fuck-me gorgeous smile. “It’s nothing more than two men enjoying each other’s company,” the Professor said with a twinkle in his eye and then added, “And the Source getting to watch.” Suddenly, I found my body and the body of the gigantic Lee being carried through the house. My lover had only needed the Professor’s thumbs up to send him into action. Maneuvering all three of us through the doorway proved difficult, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. My boyfriend somehow got us all the way up to the master bedroom with no one losing a body part from door frames. Lee and I were plopped on the bed with a thud and we both looked up at my super strong Alpha Protector whose cock was hard beyond belief and slapping up against his tight abs as he breathed heavily in anticipation. My lover was too impatient to wait for Lee to undress, so he reached out and ripped the other man’s white tank-top off with one quick parting of his hands. The tight pants were just as easily discarded by the powerful tug of my honey. Both my lover and I gasped when we beheld the magnificent cock that was unleashed. Lee’s manhood was definitely manly. My boyfriend and I looked at each other – faces mixed with fear and lust. “Um . . . Lee, you have what equals the size of a short man between your legs,” I said, astounded. “Yeah, I’m kind of big, aren’t I?” he said. “Yes!” my fiancé and I said at the same time. “Just imagine, sir,” Lee said, “Your power will probably make that grow, too.” I was suddenly very happy about the rule of me not being able to be plowed by protectors. I’m the biggest size queen around – no pun intended – but what Lee was packing was not just big, it was colossal. They say buildings have anchor columns, well this thing could have been the base of a ninety-floor skyscraper. I looked at my boyfriend with a face full of pity. “Good luck with that thing, hon,” I said, which made my man’s eyes go wide. “Oh no,” Lee said. “I’m a bottom. A total bottom. I want the Alpha Protector to claim my ass.” “Did not see that one coming,” I said, laughing. My boyfriend looked at me – his eyes seeking my permission. I knew he’d want a little foreplay before anyone did anything. He was a romantic, at heart. I smiled and nodded my head. My fiancé leapt into the air and landed on Lee with a loud thump. I was amazed the bed was able to take the weight and the abuse. I was instantly rewarded with a little pre-sex show of the two giant muscle men grinding their huge naked bodies into each other. I took advantage of the show, losing my underwear and starting to stroke myself as I watched. I compared the men as they entertained me. My future husband was huge, and he had grown a lot, but Lee was bigger – in every area. I had a feeling my boy would soon be much larger than Lee, but – for now – he was slightly smaller. But it was also clear that my man was a helluva lot stronger than the other guy. Lee was easily overcome, pinned, made to bend in any way the other man wanted. It was also clear that the massive Asian was as submissive as they come. He wrapped his legs around my fiancé’s waist as my man ground his crotch against Lee’s ass. Lee was also sucking on my man’s massive pec as if his life depended on it. “Get my hole ready for the Source, big guy,” Lee said in a gravelly voice. “I want to be opened by you and filled by the Source as you empty into him.” Talk about incredible foreplay! My honey was going to plow this big man’s ass and then, as I emptied myself into Lee, the man I loved was going to plow and fill me, too. This was going to be like porn heaven. I watched in total ‘turned-on’ mode as my future husband’s pre-cum soaked cock pushed into the waiting ass chute of the magnificent Lee. The huge man being fucked took the hard cock like a pro and moaned loudly to show his appreciation. I scooted over and kissed my man as he started slowly pulling back and forth with his big tool – pleasuring Lee. I then brought my face down to the waiting face of our newest friend. When our lips met, that same jolt of power that had shot out of me during our earlier quick smooch rocketed through his body. Lee groaned – from the invasion of the big cock in his ass and my tongue in his mouth. Our kiss was hard and masculine, intense beyond words – and then I felt the face of the Alpha Protector squeezing in between our heads and forcing his way into the kiss, as well. I still stroked my hard cock, keeping myself ready for Lee’s ass when it was time. Our make-out session was so perfect that I didn’t have to wait long. My lover pulled out of Lee with a loud pop and then sat on the bed, looking at both of us. “Sit on my cock, honey, and then Lee will sit on yours,” my lover said. “It’s going to be like I’m plowing the two of you from below.” You really don’t know you have certain sexual fetishes until they are presented to you. The idea of my big man using me as a human toy to plow the other guy got me so excited I almost lost my load right at that moment. Somehow, I held back and scooted over to raise my ass over the sitting man’s cock. I then lowered myself, feeling him plug me completely with his hard dick. It wasn’t until I saw Lee’s humongous ass and back coming towards me that I panicked about being flattened into oblivion by the two muscled men. My boyfriend chuckled a little as he felt my body tense up in terror, but then he put his strong hands on Lee’s hips and held most of the man’s weight as he lowered him down on to my still-rock-hard cock. Of course, my honey could easily lift Lee up and down. What was I thinking? My Alpha Protector was not going to let anything happen to me – especially being smashed between two muscled mountains. Tightness surrounded my cock. For a total bottom, Lee’s love tunnel was still very snug and hot. To be filled by my lover’s cock, while I plugged Lee was as close to heaven as you can get. “You boys ready for the ride of your life,” asked my big man. “Fuck yeah,” Lee responded, loudly, as I shook my head up and down. My lover’s crotch slammed into my ass, sending my own crotch slamming into Lee’s ass. All three of us moaned in unison. Then, the big man beneath me pulled his hips back and I slid down a little. Bam! I was thrust again into the waiting butt of Lee when my body was shoved forward from behind. I was simply the love tool of the big man beneath me and the pleasure tool of the big man above. With every driving stab of my man’s cock, I assaulted Lee’s ass with the same force. There was no way any of us would last for even ten rocking pushes from my lover’s powerful crotch. I had a feeling we wouldn’t even make it to five thrusts. I had come to realize that there were orgasms and there were fabgasms. Fabulous orgasms. This was a fabgasm times ten. My man shoved into me – hard – and at the same time he released Lee’s weight, so the big man fell down on my rod completely. Everyone was balls deep in the other. Even Lee had one of his huge hands tightly around the base of his humongous shaft, squeezing hard. Each eruption followed the other – my boyfriend’s cock spewing into me, mine spewing into Lee, and then Lee exploding into the air. I’m sure the entire block heard the bellowing from the room. I was, indeed – for a brief moment, completely squashed between two mountains of muscle and it was incredible. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!,” Lee exclaimed after each powerful gush of cum I shot into his ass, for he knew what it meant. Instantly, the man was a tidal wave gaining strength and size as the storm intensified. I hadn’t really thought about the fact that a guy who is already a giant growing bigger was going to be insanely hot. When Lee was positive that I had squirted the last possible tiny drop of cum into his ass, he jumped off my cock and the bed, stood in the middle of the room, turned to us, and waited for the changes to begin. There was a brief calm before the storm where I felt my heart rate and the heart rate of my lover return to normal, but then all hell broke loose. “Fuuccckkkkkkkkk!!!” Lee screamed loudly and threw his body into a most muscular pose. Suddenly, tensed muscles began to pop even bigger – like Lee was a huge air mattress hooked up to a super-powered pump. The guy seemed to morph all over at the same time, as if tensing his body hard made everything explode. If I had doubted this whole story about protectors and the source, that came to a complete end as I watched Lee balloon into a seven-foot, five-hundred – or more – monster of a man right before my very eyes. As he grew, his voice got octaves deeper and made my chest rumble as if a I was standing beside a speeding train. My flaccid cock – worn out from my explosion into the big man’s ass – shot furiously hard at the sight. The dude was actually going to scare the cum out of me! Every part of the man expanded beyond what anyone could have thought was possible. I now knew why the Professor had such a big place – thankfully, with twelve-foot ceilings. We would need it if we were going to have a bunch of protectors here – all close to the size of Lee. And my mouth dropped open wide – but not nearly wide enough – when I finally saw that Lee’s already tremendously huge piece of meat now looked like something close to the size of a winged-back chair and stuck up straight like one, too. “Look at me!” Lee said, sounding like a god speaking from Mount Olympus, “I’m a freak! I’m so fucking huge!” “Bro, you’re a mountain,” my lover said to the muscle god in front of us. “And just think, my Alpha, you will grow bigger than this,” Lee responded and then began flexing his magnificent body.

Sometimes, I Check Out My Son... by vertical A sister piece to the previous son-comes-home-from-college story I wrote a couple years ago. Only this time, the tables are turned! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was going to come out to my son. I practiced the words in my head over and over, my nerves fraying as I recited the speech I was going to give my son when I picked him up at the airport. As a parent, I was about to check off one more item on my list of milestones – getting my boy back after he’d left my nest empty. Last September, I’d managed to cross off the ‘sending your kid to a good college’ one, and unfortunately, the September before that, I’d crossed off ‘saying goodbye to my wife.’ Sure, the milestones weren’t in the ideal order, but it was a lesson I’d often given to my boy: sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you thought it would. Take my personal growth for example. Last September, I’d driven the kid cross-country for his move-in, dragging on the minutes, the seconds, that I got to stay with him. I prolonged every last drop of time that I could feel like 'the dad' for him. I remember puffing up my chest when I would tell him how proud I was of him. How he’d finally be a man. Was I trying to reassure him or myself? I recalled how he smirked and just rolled his eyes, turning his slight body to face the window and peered out into the expanse as we drove – perhaps he knew more than I did. And to think, it’d foreshadow his actual move-in. I did everything I could to delay our inevitable separation. I’d taken the boy out to lunch, halfway across the big city. I ordered more food for him than he could possibly eat. He sat there disgruntled, obviously eager to get to his dorm, and here I was, taking my sweet time to eat over three-quarters of his meal for him. When it came time to finally relinquish stewardship over my son, I could see that look on his face. It had been the same one he’d flashed at me in the car, the half-lidded glare of his eyes as he looked at my corded arms on the steering wheel. It was the same as the one he’d shoot from time to time in the restaurant, watching my thick chest rise and fall as I laboriously ate almost two meals’ worth of food. He’d looked around, seeing all the kids his age, each on the cusp of real adulthood and wonder if they were all thinking the same thing – there was no way this virile specimen of a man could possibly sire such a feeble little boy. “Hey, I heard they’ve got a great gym on campus, Tristan,” I had said, trying to make small talk. I tensed my arms, built over years of going to the gym on and off and long summer days of gardening with, and long winter nights of fucking my late wife. “Get yourself some puppies like these,” I added, bringing a bicep down. There were definitely some college girls checking me out. And I have to say proudly, some of their moms too. My son could only stare at me with daggers. “Yeah, I guess,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand attached to a rail-thin arm. “And maybe you’ll find yourself a girlfriend to keep you company while I’m gone.” I was a little taken aback – it seemed we both knew each others’ insecurities in that moment. With a final hug, he bade me farewell. “Don’t miss me too much,” he chuckled. I didn’t listen, for I missed him dearly. We communicated via text, and I was surprised to find out he’d taken to my sagely advice and gotten himself into the gym! When I’d read that, I was in the middle of a rather pathetic wank session and after blasting onto my softened abs, I couldn’t help but smirk. Well, if he was going to take my advice, I might as well take his. I had signed up for a gym myself, eager to get back into the meat-market – it’s rather quite the miracle what losing just 20 pounds and putting on a solid 5 in what was hopefully all muscle, could do. I daresay, it was a bit scandalous, and a whole lot dangerous, but it was a thrill matching up on Tinder with local girls just a couple years older than my son and railing them hard. And it was a whole lot more scandalous and a hell of a lot more dangerous texting my son about it! By Christmas, I was eager for him to come home and see all the progress he’d made. But in the phone call we had, he had stated he was going to spend winter break at the college. I was understandably devastated. Had my boasting gone too far? Or maybe it was because he sounded rather off. I wished him good health, telling him to stay safe and get his throat checked out, he sounded hoarse and that I’d send him a care package with a Christmas gift: a tub of protein powder, a little cheeky nod to him starting out in the gym. Our relationship had changed after that call. His texts were always chipper as usual, but they were more sparse. I often got the same response of ‘doing well,’ ‘in class right now,’ ‘heading off to the gym,’ the usual stop-annoying-me-dad texts. I stopped going on dating apps altogether. While it had been nice to be called a hot ‘silver fox’ that the young ladies liked to bed with, I didn’t want to test the tumultuousness of my relationship with my only kid any more than I had to. I had gotten a couple matches with some ladies-who-lunch, but each one was set in her ways, and so was I. So, I threw myself at the gym more, maybe trying to reinvent myself from a silver fox to a gymrat. It was rather refreshing to take a break from the ladies and focus on myself. I got leaner, a little bit bigger. Heck, I was even tempted to try those hormone replacements like my buddy Randy said were working wonders for him. But I still got lonely. Still thought of getting a booty call from the cute girls I’d picked up over the months. Maybe let them squeal from how much fitter I looked. Let their hands roam over my built chest, feel up the eight pocketed abs of a lean 50-something, let those fingers trace along the vein of an arm that was half an inch larger than it had been when I first picked them up. And I swore, going to the gym worked wonders for my libido, I woke up with a flagpole tenting my sheets each morning. So, I took to porn. What else could I do? The local matrons didn’t satisfy my needs, and the lasses were off limits. And I had to face it, with all the gyming I’ve been doing, my callused hands provided way more pressure than any gal’s nethers ever could. Just the sight of a cute girl getting railed by a bodybuilt man was good enough for me, the only digits this old man-cum-gymrat needed were his own. It was then I realized that my eyes were drifting over to the men more and more. I would scrutinize the young bucks, the way their arms tensed with each thrust, their deep grunts overpowering the dainty cries of the girl they were on top of. One day, I promised I’d just try it. Just a little peek and then I’d close my laptop. I promised myself. I loaded up some good ol’ gay porn and immediately got the hardest erection I’ve had in years. My laptop rocked back and forth, balanced precariously on the shelf of my pecs as I double fisted my large meat, groaning as I watched two meatheads going at it. I don’t think I’ve ever roared so loudly when I climaxed as I did then and when I finally did close my laptop, after 5 minutes of basking in a mind-numbing afterglow, the lid of my laptop was sprayed with my seed. Five minutes later and I had my laptop open and was jerking it to a pair of even larger men going it! I was going harder at the gym, spending most of my free time there. By April, I was in the best shape of my life, gaining another 5 pounds and looking more cut than ever. I even sprung a small fortune upgrading the home gym in my basement for those times I’d gotten back from a killer workout and was itching to lift even more. But as big and buff as I was getting, my taste in guys was getting even more ridiculous. Soon I graduated from any other big guy, to watching bodybuilders jerking themselves off, bouncing their pecs. I was so obsessed with muscles, on other guys as much as myself. I was working out 6 times a week, not counting the late-night sessions I did when I couldn’t sleep, too busy jerking off like a horny teenager over powerbloated massfreaks that occupied my every waking thought. Hell, my best buddy, Randy, had gone through an ugly, messy divorce in mid-February. Instead of supporting him, I was too busy jerking off to a horse-dicked muscle monster’s blog I had just discovered; the guy even had the most convincing muscle growth video I’d ever seen that hit all my buttons. Watching a man grow like that brought so many new feelings in me. Feelings that I had to explore. I knew it was too good to be true. That something like that was nothing more than a fantasy. But these feelings were ones I had to get off my chest to my son. Oh geez. My son. I whipped my head to look at the clock on the oven in the kitchen. “Shit,” I exclaimed, grabbing my keys. I was late for picking him up at the airport, I should’ve left half an hour ago. I ran out of the house, doubling back to make sure I had locked the door. In my rush, I realized all too late that my phone was dead. I wouldn’t be able to call my son. God, what if he was lost? A little guy like that, all alone in the airport?! I was like lightning as I ran into arrivals at the airport terminal, my heavy pecs bouncing like thunder, tugging on my chest with every bound I took. I must’ve looked like a maniac and being larger than most people, I would normally revel in the way people parted for me. But that hadn’t even entered my mind as I tried my hardest to scan the crowds for my son. Even with my vantage point of being at least half a head taller than most people on the floor, I couldn’t locate him, as hard as I tried, scouring the waiting areas row by row. Panting heavily, I resigned myself to my fate and sat down in the waiting area. I groaned and buried my head in my hands. Oh god, my little boy was out there. My best hope was that he had taken a cab home. I lean back in my seat and groaned. It was then that I saw it. At the far end of the waiting area I saw a charging station. Breathing a sigh of relief, I made my way over and plugged my phone into an open port. The light on my phone awoke, the picture of a battery charging lit up the once dead screen. Five minutes, that’s all I needed and then my phone should carry enough of a charge for me to call Tristan. I paced back and forth for a moment, trying to coax the minutes to go by faster. It was then that I saw him in the corner of my eye. He was sitting in the corner, eyes glued to his phone. My eyes bugged as my brain took a little longer to comprehend the sight I was seeing. Before me was the largest man I’d even laid my eyes on. The seats were arranged in groupings of three. Seated, he took up one and a half of them and spread eagle, he took up all 3. His shorts looked woefully equipped to hold in those huge, beefy and hairy thighs. Even relaxed, I could make out the striations that separated the quads from the sartorius. The band of khaki shorts was distended by a bulge straight out of those websites I’d been visiting. I knew it couldn’t be real, and yet there it was, a dense mass of pubic forest poking through the band of humongous man’s shorts, pushed down by a massive abgut encased in a woefully ill-fitted black t-shirt. The harsh lights from above illuminated the cuts in the brutally thick man’s distended musclegut even through the fabric. A massive cliff of heavy pecs cast a dark shadow over it, a large protrusion on each on pointing out, so large that I could scarcely believe that those were the man’s nipples. His shoulders and traps swells so far out that the hem of the neck of his t-shirt would be permanently warped. Those cannonballs he called delts were so large, so perfectly muscular, I could make out the striations on the lateral head through the damned shirt. And that wasn’t even getting to the brute’s arms. Biceps and triceps that looked twice the size of my head, easily dwarfing my entire torso. The veins that ran down his bis were as thick as Sharpie marker and so prominent they gave the illusion that the long and short heads of the muscle were separated even at rest. Hell, even his forearms made my whole arm look anemic! His neck was bullishly thick and framed by traps that would make said bulls flush with envy. He was staring down at his phone, the artificial light bouncing off his dense facial scruff, his beard in thick and full. The light cascaded off his contours, strong, masculine features in stark relief – strong jaw and even stronger brows; young but not juvenile, just the way I liked ‘em. Fuck, I took one last look down back at that crotch, and yep: still as big as ever. God, how I wanted to get bent over by that huge freak and plowed— I must’ve been fantasizing and staring because it took me a moment to realize that a lady sitting nearby was glaring at me... and the protuberance in my pants. I whimpered and adjusted it, waving at her in apology, only garnering a stink-eye from her before she buried herself in her newspaper. I regained my composure and grabbed my phone from the charging station. I had just enough power to turn my device on. I crept closer to the hulk-sized man, admiring the way he filled his shirt and shorts to the brim, discovering new details, like how what I had once thought to be a fold in the fabric was actual a thick vein that ran across his deltoid to his chest. As my phone came to life and chimed a tone, I glanced over, a little hopeful that he’d notice me. I don’t know why, but a guy like that, even just the acknowledgement that I even existed in the same world as him would just have given me the greatest thrill. However much I wanted that, it didn’t seem to work. I strategically placed myself a few seats over in the row opposite to him. My hope now was that he’d hear me conversing with my son over the phone and look up. I wished myself luck as I pressed the call button and the dial tone started. My heart skipped a beat, eager to hear the voice of my boy, Tristan. And more coyly, I was hoping that the titanic bodybuilder sitting across from me would look up. Gosh, I hope a loving dad was just his type. As the call went through, I hear that the big guy across the aisle’s phone was buzzing. His face lit up, a genuinely happy grin crossing his bearded face. Anticipation crept up on me and yet I still was prepared. “Dad?” The voice called over the phone. And from the man sitting across from me. Both were so deep; the one over the phone vibrated the device in my hand, the one coming from the man physically in front of me rattled my bones. My jaw slackened as the two versions of the voice crept into my ears. The voice over the phone was shifted just a split second behind the one in real life, but hearing his voice twice, the impact of the situation had twinned its effect on me. “Tristan?!” I yelped. The titanic freak, my son, finally looked up, his head going higher and higher, and I couldn’t tell which side of 7’ he sided on. The stunned look on my face was mirrored in his before he hung up and a big smile spread along his handsome visage. The beast of a boy, no, a man, stood and towered above me, his presence looming over me even before he drew near. “Dad,” he chuckled, his voice still shocking me with its depth. “It’s so good to see you!” I stood up, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the chubby in my slacks that I had pushed down one leg of my pants. I had thought that I had made an impressive print in them, my pride clearly on display for all the smaller guys to gawk at. But even hard, I was ashamed that not only was it significantly smaller than what lay in my son’s basket, but that he wasn’t even close to being as aroused as I was. I don’t think I needed to worry. He brought me in for a hug, his immensely powerful arms wrapping around my body. I only came up to his collarbone, and my face was stuffed into those humongous pecs of his. I could feel the coarse hairs on his chest through the shirt, scratching against my face as he took in breath. God, even his heartbeat was strong. My hands found purchase along his waist, my spine curve around his bulk, his giant musclegut pushing insistently into my own abdomen, his offseason mass dominating the space. And that bulge. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was hard, because even soft, the firmness of whatever was in his crotch completely pushed what little pride I had left out of the way. And what little pride I had was shattered when he lifted me clear off the ground. I yelped a little when I felt that massive bulge of his wedge its way between my legs, supporting me in his arms. I held my breath as his Herculean grip crushed at my gym-built torso and I swore I heard a rib crack underneath the immense pressure from his hug. The handsome beast that had blossomed from my once-fragile son noticed how red my face was getting and let go. I stumbled back, coughing slightly as my feet touched the ground. “Sorry, dad,” he chuckled, a bit of a blush creeping in on his cheeks. He brought an arm back to rub at his neck and by God, the thickness of that arm in action! I couldn’t help but turn away, the sight of those biceps crashing into his forearm as they fought for space. His shoulders and chest were equal in their greed, swallowing up so much fabric that his shirt rode up, exposing more of that expansive musclegut of his. “Whew, I guess that protein powder I sent you did its work,” I chortled as I tried to compose myself, hoping that the redness from nearly having all the air squeezed out of me would mask the embarrassment and even worse, my unbridled lust after my own son. God, the very creature I had created, brought into this world, and I couldn’t stop thinking of his body, how I wanted it to be mine, in more ways than one. “Ha!” Tristan boomed, the air growing silent as heads all around the terminal turned to look at a beast of a man pushing 7’, his very presence demanding their attention. “It barely lasted me a couple days back then. Now it’ll last me a couple hours, dad.” The young giant idly rubbed at his muscle-bloated offseason stomach, a low thud echoing in the tense air as he gave it a firm slap. “You made some damned good progress these past months, but uh, as you can see... I’m not the skinny kid you sent off to college anymore, old man.” “Jeez, I’ll say,” I coughed as he took his luggage in tow; surprisingly it was just one bag, I’d later find out that he’d shredded through the rest of his garments, all of them too tight on his growing frame. I looked down, swearing that I saw him wink at me. I wasn’t paying much attention to him. Actually, I was trying my hardest to avoid looking and thinking about him, lest this half chub in my crotch got any harder. But as we made our way to the exit, I heard a low, thunderous gurgling coming from behind me. “Aw man, speaking of protein shakes, mind we stop by the juice bar before we go? Between the flight and waiting for you to come pick me up, I’m starving,” Tristan grunted. It wasn’t like he needed my permission. The huge teen passed his luggage off to me and sauntered off towards a stall. The look on the cashier’s face was a mix of that usual apathy afforded by service workers and the terror of realizing that the huge man, around 7’ tall and only God knows how many pounds heavy, was real and not a figment of her imagination. My son ordered two shakes, each at the largest size and added so many scoops of protein to each that the worker just eyed him. “You do realize it’s going to be more like a paste than a shake at that point, sir,” she had warned. “Yeah, that’s how I take it,” he chuckled with a shrug before paying for his ‘beverages.’ He sauntered back to me, two enormous cups in tow. Holding them up, I could see just how insanely built his arms were, those biceps tensed, those forearms gnarled with veins, feeding the expanse of muscle underneath them. By the time we had made it halfway to the exit, my son tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see that had begun to chug one of the shakes and was trying to hand the other off to me. I stood there wordless as I gawked at my huge son, the shake he handed to me taking both of my hands up. He crushed the base of the cup he was still holding onto and he flattened the rest of cup, squeezing its contents into his mouth. The worker at the juice bar wasn’t kidding. That wasn’t a shake at all. It squeezed out of the cup like toothpaste, vaguely pink and the huge beast couldn’t get enough of it. Barely finished one, he tossed it into the nearby garbage before unceremoniously taking the one in my hands and began to do the same with the other one, not even stopping to make a comment. I watched in fascination as Tristan’s chest mashed into his chin with each gulp, the sound of him swallowing low and reverberating. Fuck, I could’ve sworn I saw his dick jolt in its basket when he finally managed to get the last of it all down, the beast letting loose a satisfied sigh. He wiped off the excess in his beard and hungrily lapped what he had managed to catch in his fingers up. “Hit the spot,” Tristan grunted, patting his musclegut once more, the low boom sounded solid, the flesh almost immovable. “Will probably last me a couple hours,” he said with a grin. Gods, this was the boy who could barely eat a quarter of his plate at a restaurant 8 months prior. Just what had happened to him?! As if to answer my question, he gave that gut of his a good rub. “Gotta hand it to ya, dad. You were right about the gym. Once I stepped in there and lifted my first dumbbell, it was like something was unleashed in me. You always talked about getting a pump and oh man, I think I know what you meant!” He raised an arm up and the seam along the shirt began to fray. “It was like all I could do was get bigger and bigger.” He did the same to the other arm, the seam faring just as well as its sister. When he got to my car, he was huffing to himself, almost in a trance. He was bouncing his titanic pecs, testing if he’d be able to rip the seams along the shoulders as well. He caught me looking and he relaxed. “Sorry, dad, I get a little carried away sometimes,” he mumbled, looking a little embarrassed. As he opened the passenger side door he chuckled and shook his head. “Been a while since I’ve been in your car, pops. I think I’ll need to sit in the back.” He closed the door and opened the one behind it. But, before going in, he paused, “Ah, I forgot, in your text you said you wanted to tell me something important?” He laughed, “Lemme guess, you’re porking one of the girls I had a crush on in high school. Ah, c’mon, you can tell me! Fuck, dad, that’d make me so proud. My pops gets a rockin’ hot bod and now he’s banging college chicks!” I gulped. I had completely forgotten about coming out to Tristan. I briefly tried to remember all the talking points I had laid out. But everything, even my best laid plans, were forfeit to the thoughts of worshiping this great beast of muscle. I for one, was glad he would be sitting behind me, because I was going to be sporting this erection all the way home. “Ahem, yes. I’ll tell you all about on the way back,” I coughed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope the dad can come out... and the son can get in that car...

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Hi all, this is my first bash at putting up a story. Part 1 is a little on the short side, but serves as the introduction. I write primarily for fun, but enjoy the process (when writer's block doesn't strike, that is) - so any and all feedback is very much appreciated. Part 1: The Hunger He can't stop growing. Not that he wanted to, of course. He was addicted. It always ends up that way. The hunger is dormant at first, biding its time. Like many appetites (or should I say addictions?), it requires a trigger - a first taste. That first taste of muscle is like nothing else after; it stays with him forever. Often it’s a cartoon, featuring some character growing more muscular. Depending on the when he first imbibes, it may not even arouse him...merely intrigue - fascinate - him, for reasons he can’t yet grasp. But the hunger is awakened, and over time it starts to make itself known. Almost subconsciously, he will begin to seek out more. The hunger is insidious, and insatiable. Inevitably, it enslaves them. With each indulgence, it only grows more voracious. Stories of growth are joined by videos of bodybuilders; but the hunger soon demands more. He then joins a gym, and starts to grow, clothes tightening and giving way. Yet still the hunger is not satisfied. Each fall, deeper and deeper into the addiction, is easier to stomach than the last. It starts becoming easier to embrace the hunger. At first he resists the allure of steroids, but that resistance falters when the growth slows. As it happens, the ones who resist tend to perform the best; those who give in early often self-destruct, which just cuts short the pleasure. Inevitably, he succumbs to the promise of more, and faster, growth. Another fall. It will be followed by more - stacking numerous drugs, again and again. By this point, the hunger is all that’s left. Day and night revolve around feeding it. Such an innocent beginning. Such a glorious end. *** He is wanking furiously, pleasuring himself with dreams of enormity. His pecs - heaving as he grunts and groans - are so bloated he can’t reach his arm around to properly grasp his cock, forcing him to violently buck his hips. The chair is smothered by his mass, and creaks ominously with each thrust. His grotesquely swollen body glistens with sweat from the exertion (it’s hard work moving that much mass), filling the screen through which I watched him. He is monstrous. He is beautiful. His face - which looks comically small and awkwardly placed atop his body - is the sole remaining physical hint of what he once was. Boyishly handsome, dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Even contorted in pleasure - as much mental as physical - he remains handsome. That face is all that’s left of the days when he was a mere 120lbs at 5’7”. Today, he tipped the scales at 287lbs. I gave him a smile, to show I was happy with how far he’d come. “You’ve grown into quite the big boy!” I comment. He thrusts and groans as he hears my compliment. Something in the chair breaks. His shoulders are too broad to fully fit in the screen, and with each stroke of his hand striations ripples across the deltoid heads. His arms are swollen with power, each the size of his head, with the intersections of the deltoids and biceps etched in stone. My mouth salivates at the sight of them. Below the pec shelf, so heavy it sags, comes his rock-hard abdomen, with eight thick abdominal blocks carved in splendid relief, as if my a master sculptor. Framing his engorged manhood are splayed quads thicker than my waist (by several inches), the hugely overdeveloped heads of muscle flexing slightly with each buck of his hips. Between his moans - and dreams of being so much bigger - he manages to whisper: “More...please, more…” I cock my head teasingly, pretending not to have heard him. In truth, though, his question has deeply affected me. Tears almost come to my eyes. I can’t help but admire the hundreds of pounds of perfect, beautifully overgrown muscle desperately fighting for space on his tortured body. He has pushed it hard, punishingly so...but it did the only thing it could do: balloon, and balloon, and balloon, with muscle. He can easily go further. How much further? I don’t know. But we both want to find out. Poor boy. So desperate, and oh so so hungry. He’s gone so far. “Please!” he pleads, he begs, between frantic thrusts. His eyes crying out to me. “Make me bigger!” It’s curious. He knows he’s a freak, a monster. And yet, he doesn’t. He sees the great mountains of muscle he has grown, but doesn’t quite comprehend them. He never thought he could come so far, but he cannot imagine stopping now. It’s a vicious - or perhaps virtuous, depending on your viewpoint - cycle. Growth simply spurs the desire - the need - for more. A feedback loop of transitory pleasure. Each fix sets the stage for the next. It does not end. But that is what makes it oh so glorious. I smile again, a tear flowing this time. Such a beautiful, eager boy. He is a wonder to behold. “I think that can be arranged,” I reply. He explodes.

So this is a story I decided to write on a whim as an excuse to procrastinate from coursework I'm supposed to be doing that is very very loosely connected in some way to this, which is how I justified to myself wasting a couple of hours on it. In any case, I hope you enjoy it and I hope I don't offend any Potterheads on the forum (seriously, please don't execute me, I just thought the magical premise lent itself well for muscle growth stories) and instead I hope you appreciate the nods and references here and there. As always, feedback is always welcomed. HARRY POTTER & THE DRAUGHT OF VIGOUR Harry: Longbottom! Neville: Hello Harry *He says in an unamused yet friendly tone* Harry: ah it’s good to see you mate *Harry replies while patting Neville’s back* Harry: well come on, come in, it’s chilly outside isn’t it? It’s been 2 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and former Hogwarts colleagues Harry and Neville had gone on to start the following chapter in their adult lives. They had remained friends after Hogwarts and Harry had invited Neville over for a Saturday night of eating terrible food and indulging in the stories of their lives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Harry: hahahahaha. Neville: you don’t have to be such knob. Harry: *laughter trailing off* well you are correct that it wasn’t the nicest gesture, however, I honestly wasn’t aware that it took till the following morning for someone to find you on the common room floor. Neville: well it’s not as if I could undo Hermione’s curse on my own. Harry: at the very least that act of bravery is what won Gryffindor the House Cup during our first year, so cheers to you sir. *raises his wine glass* Neville: it does feel quite nice being acknowledged by the ‘chosen one’. *he says in a sarcastic tone* Harry: sod off. Neville: what a time to be alive though, despite the second wizarding war. Harry: a lot of things have changed, a lot of people have changed, I was taken aback when I came across Luna again the other day, she’s still quintessentially Luna though. Oh! *Harry half-jogs to another room* Neville: what are you doing? *hears rummaging* Harry: digging this out *Harry appears back in the room with a shoebox* Neville: what do you have in there? Harry: all kinds of stuff from back in Hogwarts *Harry says while sticking his arm further and further into the shoebox* Neville: where is your hand going? *Neville said, perplexed* Harry: oh this? I asked Hermione to put an extension charm on this box to store a lot of my old things. Incredibly handy, but why can’t I find those photographs? I have a couple of albums from our time at Hogwarts. Neville: maybe you have too much stuff in there, let’s take some of them out. Harry: Alright, here *Harry said as he started passing items off to Neville* After a number of things had been pulled out. Neville: okay let’s take a break, now. You really ought to clean that thing once in a while, this all can’t be absolutely necessary anymore. Harry: they are memories, some great, others torturous, but memories nonetheless. Neville: really, this is a memory worth keeping? *He says while holding up a 6th-year Herbology textbook* Did you ever even use this? Harry: I don’t believe so, it was around the time everything started falling apart. Neville: why is it so tattered already then? Harry: I’m not sure... *Harry says while taking the book from Neville and turning open the cover* ‘This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince’ *Harry read out* Neville: The Half-Blood Prince? Harry: it was Snape’s pseudonym, I used his copy of Advanced Potion-Making during my 6th year as well and it had all sorts of changes to potions and spells he developed on his own in them that improved upon the ones in the book. Neville: You arse, so that’s how you did so incredibly well in that class. You could have passed the knowledge along. Harry: well not every spell in there was for good. I am very curious to see what he came up with in Herbology however *Harry said as he started to skim through the pages of the book as Neville leaned in as well to see* Neville: wow there are so many notes written in the margins. Harry: it was the same with his Advanced Potion-Making textbook, the man was a bloody genius. Neville: ‘draught of vigour, enhances exponentially the physical strength of the person who consumes it, a single sip causes.....e..t.......opp......i....ex....t....e’ *Neville read on a page they came across while going through the book* I can’t read this part, it’s smudged. ‘...sulting in magnified male physical traits’ Harry: well I believe the rest is rather clear, I think that bit simply went into more detail as to how it happens. Neville: magnified physical traits and enhanced strength, rubbish, it sounds too good to be true. Harry: this is one of Snape’s potions though, THE Severus Snape, it must be real. Neville: how come Snape never fit the description of someone who drank this potion then? Harry: it was Snape, do you really see him walking around resembling Hercules considering his personality? Neville: you’re not wrong. Harry: it’s most likely also temporary. Neville: what makes you think that? Harry: the ingredients, I know some of them are used in brewing Polyjuice potion, and that only lasts a couple of hours. It might be a variation on a transformation potion? Neville: isn’t Polyjuice brewing restricted? Harry: I have plenty of stories to tell *Harry says with a smug look* Neville: well that’s apparent. Harry: should we try it? Neville: are you sure about this? Trust a potions recipe a random student came up with? Harry: it’s a potion Snape came up with, the potions master Severus Snape. Neville: are you sure this Half-Blood Prince character was Snape? Harry: how do you think I won that bottle of Liquid Luck back in the day? Neville: blimey Harry, that’s how you bested the mighty Hermione? Harry: I’m telling you, his notes would make Slughorn green with envy. Neville: so... enhanced strength you say.... Harry just smirked in response. Neville, luckily for Harry, excelled at Herbology, and had the ingredients at his disposal, he loved to collect samples of even the rarest plants and fungi he could get his hands on, so they locked up and made way for Neville’s apartment for a night neither is sure to forget. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Neville: leave your coat wherever you like, could you start a fire and prepare my cauldron for me? Harry: certainly *he said as he lit a fire and reached for the cauldron* Wow, an Induro 1816, this is a high-quality cast bronze cauldron, with lion head handles and custom engraving. Neville: keen eye. I inherited it from my great- great- grandparents. Catch Harry. Harry: got it *Harry said, catch the jar Neville had tossed him* Got everything we need? Neville: yes, are you sure we should do his? Harry: just imagine the possibilities. Neville: very well. And so Neville undertook to brew the potion while Harry read him the instructions and recipe: Add 4 leeches to a bubbling cauldron..... ........... ....... stir counter-clockwise exactly 55,5 times without............ Shred the...... Then pour in spoonfuls of ground tuberose until the potion turns a pale.... ..................... ....occasionally.......... ......... Add 3 drops of Mandrake sap and wave your wand to....... ........... while adding.... ...... Let boil for an hour and proceed to add a bundle of knotgrass..... .................thus allowing the mixture to............... Add a Devil’s Snare vine with...... .................... Finally, stir 6 times clockwise and twice counter-clockwise while simultaneously waving your wand until the mixture ceases to bubble and add 10 leaves from a Whomping Willow, one at a time. The resulting draught should be white in colour, having the consistency of troll mucus and an aroma reminiscent of damp mossy forest and tanned leather. Neville: *sighs out in relief* It’s finally done. Harry: *sniffs over the cauldron* What a very specific smell, mossy forest and tanned leather. Neville: I don’t have a problem with the smell as much as I do with the way it looks.... doesn’t it remind you of.... Harry: I thought best not to mention it *Harry quickly interjected* But I’m glad to hear I wasn’t the only one with it in mind. Neville: are we sure we want to try this? *Neville said with a dubious look on his face as Harry poured them both a cup of the potion they had just brewed* Harry: cheers! *Harry clanks his cup against Neville’s as they both down the concoction* Neville: wow *he coughs a bit* Harry: that’s bloody awful, it’s like a stale minge Neville started to feel the effects of the potion first, he felt a dizzy spell coming on, he struggled to breathe and felt really agitated and disoriented. At the same time Harry was starting to feel tingling all over and broke out in a cold sweat, his heart was racing, he felt as if a bout of nausea was about to overcome him. Feeling ill distracted them from noticing some of the other effects of the potion that were becoming more noticeable; their veins were engorging, becoming fatter and more prominent on their skin as main veins spread into countless branches all over their bodies. Then their hearts started to pound, harder and harder, reverberating in their heads, their veins pulsing in unison with the heart beats. Harry: fuck, fuck, FUUuUCK *Harry screamed as the growth kicked in* With each pulse through his veins, his muscles started to swell. First only a bit at a time, slowly filling his sweater, causing it to fit his body in a much more complimenting way. Then suddenly his left arm jerked into the air and starting from his deltoid down to his biceps and triceps, then finally his forearms his muscles swelled, growing twice their size in an instant, tearing the sweater sleeve apart. As the feeling rocked Harry down to his core and drool ran from his mouth in absent-minded ecstasy, the growth started to spread to his right side, his left pec, trap, neck and lat swelling bigger, and bigger with each breath until another violent jerk made them and his entire right size explode in size in a wave that raced towards his fingertips, catching up to his left arm, destroying the remaining sleeve and neck of the sweater, the leftovers falling down to the floor revealing his (currently) disproportioned body. At the same time, Neville was undergoing the same transformation, he grabbed his head with both his hands as his body pulsed and grew until his shirt and trousers were taught. Then as the growth rocked through his lower body, first through his right glute, then his quad, and finally his calf, ripping his pant leg to pieces and forcing him to lean onto his underdeveloped left leg until the growth targeted that one as well, the sudden growth on that side now causing him to lurch and collapse on to his knees, when his already muscular legs doubled in size once again, forcing him to use his hands on the floor to steady himself while his trousers left this world behind, and revealing a pair of boxers that were desperately trying to contain something very large that was growing thicker and stiffer. Harry’s growth meanwhile had started to make haste travelling downwards, his abs and obliques bulging one by one, and a deep Apollo’s belt forming on top of his hips giving him a thick and meaty core, this was followed by his glutes bulging outwards, blowing the middle seam of his jeans right open. Neville in the meantime was screaming to high heaven as the growth spread through him much more violently, rushing upwards making his entire upper body bulge in size, then again, then again, then one more time tripling in size in a wave of growth that knocked the air right out of his lungs, his upper body becoming ridiculously wide while maintaining a relatively trim waist, that spread into his massive legs when your gaze travelled further downwards. At the same time, his cock, fully erect and poking out the top of his boxer’s waistband and his oversized balls which stretched the rest of the fabric to its max, were growing with each wave of growth that rocked him as well, his cock grew purple and the veins became grotesquely engorged, and then one wave and the cock stretch longer and swelled thicker, and his balls swelled larger causing tears to come from his boxers, then again even larger, then once again, when Neville’s underwear finally gave out and he moaned in ecstasy, his cock lodging itself between his enormous pecs, eliciting an obscene moan from him as it swelled one last time becoming menacingly thick and squirting out a large glob of precum. At the sight of his ridiculously muscled and well-endowed friend arousal overcame Harry like a feral animal’s instincts, the tear in his jeans’ rear spreading towards the front of the pair of pants as his growth sped up, his cock tearing right through everything bursting forwards in all of its glory, freakishly large and as thick around as a bodybuilder’s arm, although even then not as thick as Neville’s. It smacked hard against his abdomen with a loud and wet *THWACK*, drooling precum like a river. The growth continuing down his legs, destroying what little denim had remained desperately hanging onto his frame. When it seemed as if any more stimuli would fry their young brains, the effects of the potion finally started to subside. The profuse sweating stopped, and they slowly started to regain their bearings. Neville: Christ *Neville said as he began to stand up* Harry: bugger, that was a wild ride. Neville: you can say that again.... holy shit Harry... *Neville said as the sight of his newly enhanced friend finally registered in his brain* Harry: Looks good huh? *he said as he strikes a double bicep* Although I can’t say I dislike my view. Neville: what are you talking abou.... *Neville’s words trailed off as he took in his own physique, exploring all his new glistening muscles, flexing here and there* Wow Harry: I don’t think it’s quite fair that you got to have this thing though *Harry says, lust and envy tinging his words and coming through in his eyes as he grabs Neville’s bigger cock* Neville: FUCK! Harry what the... SHIIiiiiIT *Neville tries to get out as Harry swallows his cockhead in one fell swoop, Neville instinctively pushing Harry’s head down further, forcing his monster cock down his friend’s throat with his newfound strength* yes yes yes, fuck YEAH! Harry: *cough cough cough* down boy, that thing can kill now, although I know of another hole that’s up to the challenge *Harry says as he bends down, laying his chest on the table nearby, presenting his rear to Neville* Neville without saying another word walks over and ploughs his cock into Harry’s ass down to the hilt prompting a guttural roar from Harry that quickly transitioned into a lascivious moan as Neville pulled out halfway and plough back in again this time with a tad more care into his actions. In and out, again and again and again, he rammed his massive cock into Harry. Flipping Harry halfway on to his back, Neville pulled out all the way then rapidly ploughed halfway into Harry making him grunt, he pulled out again, then rammed it in again halfway, repeating this a few more times before getting back to fucking Harry like he wanted to kill him. As he came closer and closer to his climax Neville picked up the pace and the strength with which he rammed Harry, he fucked faster and harder, and harder and harder and even harder, pushing Harry to the edge himself until they both yelled out in unison when Neville rammed him one last time, him coming into Harry and Harry shooting his load into the air where it then came down pouring like torrential rain unto them and the table. As they came down from their stupor they started to slowly shrink back. Neville: oh man, it’s not permanent? No! I wanted to stay like this. Harry: haha well then it really would be too good to be true if it were permanent. Besides, there is only so much of your animal fucking that I can take before I die. Neville: that’s not really my problem now is it *Neville said trying to be smug, his façade slipping just a bit as his cheeks blush pink* Harry: look at him, all that hot air filling your muscles went to your head? After about half an hour of slowly shrinking down, they stopped shrinking at a good 8kg (18lbs) heavier than they were prior to drinking from the draught. Harry: hmm I guess there is some carryover from the potion after all, or it just takes longer for the last bits to leave our systems. Neville: well I did enjoy being the hulking beast, but I suppose I can live with this much *he says while flexing his arm and admiring his new above-average bicep* Harry: well.... as you are aware, we did brew a whole lot of the draught of vigour, there is always more experimentation to be had, we should figure out if this amount of extra size will be left over after every use don’t you think? *Harry says in a sensible tone* Neville: as true men of the magical sciences we should be methodical shouldn’t we now? *replies Neville in the same tone* Harry: you always were a very reasonable man *says Harry as a smirk appears on his lips* -- The End --

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.

Alexey started lifting at a very young age, way before he was into girls, and stuck with it because of the way it made him look and feel. What he didn't anticipate was all the attention he would get from the girls because of his body. By the time he hit puberty (you know, when you get that 24/7 raging hard-on) the girls were all over him, and Alexey was getting all the pussy his teenage heart desired, which was A LOT! Meanwhile, his other friends were furiously beating off to porn on their phones, trying to satisfy their pubescent urges. But Alexey was immersed in his own real-life porno: threesomes, foursomes, older chicks, younger chicks, he even nailed some fag who wanted to take it up the butt while drunk at a house party. It was unimaginably better than any young boy could have ever hoped for or dreamed of. He preached to every 10 year old boy he met, "Buddy, you gotta start lifting now! Soon you're gonna want to get some chicks... or even guys I guess... and you're gonna need a body like this!" Alexey's insane sex life only increased his desire to lift and get biger. His teenage hormones were allowing his muscle to grow at an amazing pace. He was eating everything in sight all day long and still staying ripped as fuck, shredded to the bone. His muscles consumed every calorie for their growth and his body fat percent was way down in the single digits. He wasn't even training as a bodybuilder. The thought hadn't occurred to him to enter a competition until someone suggested it at the gym. He still wasn't really interested, after all he was a little preoccupied... Like any addict, Alexey's desires started to spin out of control. His gainz at the gym were not enough, despite the fact that everyone at the gym was like, "Oh my god Alexey, I can't believe your body!" His insatiable teenage sex drive only gave reason for him to workout and improve his body more. It's like the sex fed into the muscle growth and the muscle growth fed into his sex drive, spiraling more and more intense. Somehow, the idea using gear came to his mind, which was crazy. A young kid like that who was naturally getting big gains did not need any help, but he was driving himself mad and would do anything to grow bigger. When he finally got a solid gear hookup the guy was like, "Really kid?! You don't need this at all." and Alexey was like, "I know, but yeah I do..." The roids really took things over the edge, like pouring gasoline on a fire. A few years had passed and Alexey was starting to transition into adulthood. Now using gear he was CRAZY jacked. I mean, like a teenage Mr Olympia. It was nothing short of incredible. By now, he had entered a few bodybuilding competitions, winning easily. Alexey went up on stage for the first time with zero contest prep. He didn't need it! He was already beyond shredded and his muscles were still big and full. The stretch marks on his skin around his pecs, arms and quads were a bit unsightly, but also emphasized how his muscles were straining his skin to the max. You could see every vein pulsating, every muscle fiber twitching through his paper-thin skin, it was like shrink-wrapped cellophane, vacuum sealed to his muscles. Alexey didn't realize the rush he would get from being on stage. The adoration he would get from fans after walking away with the overall, despite having entered into the teen-collegiate division. And best of all, the feeling of superiority he would get standing backstage among his fellow 'competitors' while they gawked, jaws wide open, staring at him. His favorite was when some of the other bodybuilders would pop a boner in his presence. Can’t hide that in some posing briefs! And all the while, girls, girls, girls. He was doing anything possible to up the ante. Alexey's latest trick to keep himself satisfied was bangin' chicks anywhere he could, a guest room at a party, a public bathroom, outside in the bed of his pickup, behind a divider curtain backstage at a comp. The rush and adrenaline of possibly getting caught or other people just blatantly knowing what he was doing behind a closed door kept him entertained for a little while, but that soon too wore off. He though back to that one time when he rocked that gay guy's asshole. He was really drunk, and it was years ago, but the memory was still faintly there... and nagging on him. Everything changed one night when he was at a club. He was almost old enough to drink, but not quite. Didn't matter though. With youthful good looks, a god-like body, and most importantly a large group of hot young chicks accompanying him, he could get into any club. Dancing away in some stretchy jeans that revealed his muscle-ass and tree-trunk thighs, his t-shirt that strained to contain his heaving pecs and twenty-something inch guns (the blazer came off immediately after entering the club), lifting the lower portion of his shirt so his rippling washboard abs could be seen while gyrating to the music. Later on some of the girls he was with pulled the shirt up off over his head and he was shirtless in the middle of the dance floor. Normally, the bouncers would immediately kick out someone like that, but not Alexey. He was too much of a spectacle. It seemed like everyone on the dance floor was having a great time and loving the showoff. Muscle worship was always some sort of a factor at play when Alexey was trying to hook up with a chick, but maybe it wasn’t muscle worship so much as just a turn-on for the girl. Well, between the bodybuilding comps and the attention at the clubs and the general passers-by wanting a selfie, Alexey was unknowingly starting to get hooked on the attention and yes, worship. So, when some fags at that club couldn't resist getting all up over him on the dance floor. Rubbing his sweaty shirtless pecs and abs, smiling with delight and awe as he flexed his monstrous peaked biceps, all while the girls were clapping, cheering and egging them on, he let those guys grope him, slap his ass, all because his ego was getting filled up with the worship. They all went back to his place for the after-party... fags too... and they all wanted selfies and flexing pics to remember the night (and wank off to later). Alexey being slightly still intoxicated fed into the worship by dipping into his bedroom momentarily to change into his posing briefs. When he reappeared moments later everyone went wild and Alexey started doing his posing routine. He was high on adrenaline. One of the gay guys who was being especially forward and not really holding back was all over Alexey as he posed, feeling his biceps, shoulders, quads, glutes. Twerking and rubbing his (non-existent) twink ass all over Alexey's package. Everyone was laughing and having fun. You could clearly see Alexey's bulge starting to get aroused in his tiny posers. It was very late and some of the gays and gals couldn't hang anymore. They left. Alexey was thinking about closing the night with a nice fuck and started to get aroused even more at the thought. He was still in his posers, his full raging hard-on undeniable, and so he said, "Fuck it," and slung his posers under his nuts letting it all hang out. Well the two girls knew what was up, they were hanging around for the late-night Alexey orgy, and immediately went down on him. Slirping and sucking as Alexey stared at the one remaining twinky fag who had dripped his drawers and was wacking furiously while oggling Alexey with the girls. One of the girls was a pro and was deepthroating him, while the other was trying, choking and gagging on his cock. The twinky fag was used to having a big 'ol dildo up his ass while wanking and thought to himself, "why not give it a try?" so he backed his ass on up to Alexey and waved it in his face, or well, at his dick. Alexey, remembering his gay sex experience a long time ago, got kinda happy, spit on his asshole, and shoved it in. God it was tight! The twink was looking back at Alexey with delight, and all Alexey can think about is the attention from all the gays over his muscles. I mean, the girls all like his muscles and that's what gets him tail, but the girls are not OBSESSED with his muscles like the gays are. Alexey's thinking about the night, being surrounded by people in the club gawking at a pro-bodybuilder size muscle kid getting groped by some guys like a demi-god. The selfies, the rubbing, the cheers and adoration while posing. It was like a drug and Alexey's cock was harder than it had felt in a long time plowing this guy's tight hole. The fag finally blows his load all over and Alexey pulls out too, his cock swollen, throbbing, pulsing and blows the biggest most satisfying cumshot of his life! The fag is still all over Alexey licking the sweat and cum off his abs. Groping his muscles and talking about how incredible his body is, and how he's never been fucked by a muscle god before. Alexey started to soften after his orgasm, but now with all this worship talk he quickly started to get hard again, and the night went on. From that night on, Alexey, definately straight... or... well... maybe bisexual, was all about dominating the boys. Clubbing turned into gay clubbing, and his entourage of chicks turned into an entourage of guys. He discovered the all the gay muscle guys who hit the gym hard, and built a whole new group of workout buddies. Their favorite sport became picking up fags at the club and bring them back home for an all night worship fuck fest. Sure, there was the occasional fling with a chick who came on to him hard, but Alexey was now all in on the gay guys who couldn't get enough of his size. And of course, this just encouraged him to get even BIGGER!

Hope this isn't too cliche! I know I've been spotty with posting stuff, and I apologize. I've had a lot of trouble maintaining interest in any one story I've worked on. Part 2 __________________________ I'll admit. I was never an alpha. I always wanted to be, though. I'd see the other dudes in the locker room or at the park or at the mall or... well, anywhere, really, being cocky studs because they had the confidence and bodies to prove it. It was always frustrating in high school to have to be in the locker room with these athletes and watch them flexing their arms, comparing with each other, showing off, and I'd have to hide in the corner somewhere hoping not to be noticed because, let's face it, I had no body to be proud of. I wasn't fat, but I still had, like, zero muscle on my frame. I wasn't athletic, though I may have always tried my best when I had to. Watching them flex their muscles would always turn me on, though. I'd see a dude flex and instantly my dick would twitch and start growing, harder and harder until full throbbing hardness, even well after the image of the flexing, bulging muscle had left my view. And it wasn't just seeing flexing muscles that would get me hard, either. I could simply be at the mall and see a group of friends walking together, some or all of them with tight, athletic, muscular bodies hiding beneath tight-fitting clothes. Sometimes, to me, that was even hotter than bare-chested Adonises. I could never explain to myself or make sense of how that would sometimes be hotter to me. There was just... something about a dude with a hot sexy muscular body wearing a tight shirt. It probably had something to do with how he clearly knew he was sexy, and deliberately put on clothes that would showcase it. But anyways... I'd grown up through middle school, high school, and now in college with this insatiable lust for muscle and simply seeing it. I'd had plenty of jerk-off sessions simply from looking at sexy dudes flexing or showing off their amazing muscled bodies. Coming into college, I'd felt that we were all a little more mature and too busy to make time for mocking each other, so I finally decided to try to add some muscle of my own to my frame. I figured there could be nothing hotter for a guy like me who loves to simply SEE muscle than to have some of my own that I could see any time I wanted. So, I decided to make use of the campus gym. Of course, being an amateur, at best, I was mostly guessing how to exercise. But I'll admit it did feel good to get these pumps going with my biceps and chest, and even my legs. I'd love to see the veins crossing all over my muscles as I worked them. And I was right, in college guys weren't really trying to make fun of me. I'd get some looks, sure, but no one ever said anything. And the gym was often pretty empty, anyway, since most of us were busy with studying and schoolwork. After a few weeks of trying to add my own muscle, I was starting to feel a little worn out and discouraged. I'd been doing my best, but I wasn't seeing any progress. I had a particularly hard workout one day, in spite of my discouragement, and upon entering the locker room, I saw another dude in there. It looked like he was getting ready to work out. He hadn't changed yet. I thought "Oh great. I'd better go to the opposite side of the locker room so he doesn't see how skinny I am." In spite of my success at remaining under the radar, I still had my fear of being mocked. Unfortunately, it wasn't a very large locker room, so even as far away from him as I could be, I could still see him well enough, and he could see me. I removed my sweaty T-shirt, and tossed it into my gym bag, and put on my clean one. I turned around and briefly caught a glimpse of the other dude, and... fuck. He was in front of the mirror, his sleeve pulled back, and was flexing his bicep. It was a really nice ball of a bicep, too. I did the classic double-take, and saw him running his hand over it. And then he proceeded to flex his other arm and do the same thing. Of course my dick started growing rock hard. And fast. I felt my cock head sliding across the fabric of my shorts, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my entire groin and shivers down my spine. "Fine time to get horny," I thought to myself. I forced myself to look away from him, realizing further staring would get me noticed and I was already throbbing. I didn't want to start leaking, too. I sat down on the bench to remove my shorts and change into my jeans. I slid my shorts down, noting the unbearably obvious tent in my boxers. I couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure of feeling the hem of my shorts slide over my cock as I pulled them off. "Whoa...!" I heard it, and it took me way too long to realize it wasn't a sound that I had produced. I stood up, spun around, and pressed my back into the lockers, seeing the other dude had been right behind me. I saw his eyes, and they weren't meeting my face. They were staring down at my crotch, which I realized was still standing straight out. "Dude, that is one huge cock," he said. "W-what?" He finally look up into my face. "Your dick, dude. It's huge. I've never seen a dick that big." Trying to be nonchalant, I responded "Y-you haven't actually seen it, i-it's covered by my boxers..." "Shit, dude, it's still obviously huge, it's gotta be at least 7 inches!" He said. He was right, too, because like most guys, I've measured it. But I'd never really bothered to compare myself to other guys in that department. I'd always assumed I was average size. "And, uh, you could fix that right now, if you wanted. Lemme see it," he said. "Uh... I--" I started to say. But he advanced toward me, and my back was already against the lockers. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them down for me, and I was too frozen in place to even try to stop him. My dick bounced out of its confinement, my cock head red and full of fury. "Holy shit, dude," he said. "Can I...?" he asked, and before I even knew what exactly he was asking, he had his hand on my dick, squeezing it and stroking it. I felt myself shudder. My mind was showing images of this dude flexing his biceps just moments before this, and it was making my dick throb hard. But then he knelt down and began licking at the head, still stroking with his hand. "Fuck yes," he said while taking his mouth off for a moment, then proceeding to try to take all of my dick into his mouth. I heard him gag a bit, and I felt his throat close around my dick. But fuck, it felt really goddamn good. I'd never felt this much pleasure from my cock, before. He resumed his sucking, running his tongue all around me, my cock throbbing and twitching, "MMMMmmm yeah," I heard myself say, without meaning to. He seemed to take that as encouragement, and increased the fervor with which he was sucking. I rapidly felt the intense pressure of impending orgasm approaching, and I felt a tingling around my entire body. "Oh... Ahh!" I said, once again unintentionally. The pleasure was too great. It was intense as fuck, more intense than anything I've ever felt before. I felt him grab onto the backs of my legs and squeeze, and I knew it was time. I was cumming. The first shot exploded from my cock, and I use that word because that's what it felt like. An explosion of cum. I shot super hard. And more was about to come. But I also felt my dick swell, still in his mouth. It was insane. It was like my dick got harder while I was shooting a load. "Mmmf..." I heard from my pleasurer, and then another shot came. But this time I felt more tingling around my body, and suddenly I felt myself grow. My entire body swelled bigger. It was like getting an erection, but it was that feeling around my entire body. I saw my forearms grow thicker, and my chest pushed out, causing my T-shirt to tighten a bit across my formerly completely nonexistent pecs. "Unngnhhh" I breathed, trying to contain my expressions of exuberance. I felt another shot explode from the tip of my swollen cock, and he sucked it down his throat, eagerly swallowing as though it were life-giving water after having spent days in the desert with none. And again, I felt my whole body swell, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It felt ridiculous. I'd have never imagined this feeling, not before, not ever. I looked down again at my forearms and they were writhing with veins and tendons, and they had the look of a gym-rat's forearms. The kind that showed a person was strong. Another shot blasted from my cock, and I knew it was dying off. I stood there, reveling in the feeling of having my dick sucked for the first time ever, by a stranger, no less, and even though I had already reached orgasm, it still felt amazing to have this jock sucking me off. He popped my still semi-hard dick out of his mouth, and while it shuddered and descended, he took his own muscled forearm and wiped it across his mouth. And he then stood up and looked me up and down, my lower half exposed still but my torso still wrapped with my T-shirt. "Dude, that was the best dick I've ever sucked," he breathlessly said, still eyeing me up and down. "You're a lot more fit than I thought!" I looked down at myself and saw that'd definitely grown some. My legs were definitely thicker, and I literally watched my forearms swelling with hard muscle as I blew my load down this guy's throat. I smiled sheepishly as I looked back at him and said "Thanks." We heard someone else entering the gym and we both turned our heads to the entrance of the locker room. He looked back at me and said "Maybe we can do this again sometime," and shot me a smile. "Sure," I said, not really realizing to what I was agreeing. Like I said, I'd never gotten a blowjob before, and this was a new experience for me. I was still in a stupor over what had just transpired. I grew. It was like all the work I'd put into my body had suddenly decided to take shape all at once, and the trigger was a blowjob. He turned and walked away, exiting the locker room. Turns out the people who had entered the gym were girls so we'd still have had our privacy for a while longer, but I was glad he decided to leave. I pulled on my pants and put the rest of my shit in my gym bag. I started to leave the locker room but, as I passed by the mirror, I couldn't help myself. I stepped backward a few steps and looked at my reflection. I saw wider shoulders and a new chest that was protruding outward a bit. Not a lot, but enough that I actually didn't look like a total weakling. I checked the entrance to the locker room again, as though it'd matter, and I quickly pulled the sleeve back on my right arm and flexed. I saw a nice little ball of muscle rise up, and a nice vein was protruding at the top. Definitely bigger than before. I smirked. I saw myself smirk. It felt great to flex and not feel ashamed of my own arm. I had an actual bicep. And I definitely wanted it bigger. I wanted all of me bigger. Part 2 ____________________________________________ Also, does anyone have any of my old stories saved from the Unfiltered section that used to exist? I'm not asking for it to be posted here or anywhere. I'm simply asking if someone would be willing to send me any copy they may have saved. Again, to be clear, not asking for it to be posted here. If you have them or even just one of them and would like to send me a copy, please send me a private message.

This is awesome!

Thank you for reposting this story! So hot! Superhero stories doing super strength feats and being in some kind of relationship always get me going! Thank you again!

A wonderfully bittersweet ending to an almost tragic tale. Your talent for words never ceases to amaze me, and your descriptions make it seem like you have experienced it all firsthand. I thoroughly enjoyed the interactions between the 2 protagonists in the previous chapters, and wished there was more of that sweet puppy love in the final chapter. When Faber realised that he was falling in love, the scene of their first meeting, then of course the raw sex and worship in their relationship. I am absolutely looking forward to the next instalment of "Entelechy"!

Phenomenal!!!

YES YES YES !!! I love this story

This was an RP done with @Abyss123 and the endless muscle growth shenanigans with Wreck It Ralph being the character of choice. Features muscle growth, macro, hyper, sweat, musk and hair. Finally it was here! It took almost a week of shipping but my package had finally arrived. I've been saving up for this VR setup for ages and now I can finally experience it. I wasted no time having everything plugged in. Setting the system up seemed easier than I anticipated as the TV lit up in response to the equipment. Checking the game inside the box, I was confused upon glancing at the case. It was blank, completely white without any images or logos. I popped open hoping the CD would have some answers but... it was also completely blank. Was I scammed? I hurried and inserted the disk, hoping the system would work with a running game. To my relief, I saw the title of the game on the menu appear. "Wreck It World..." With the head gear on, I went ahead and started the game. After a black screen the first thing that appeared in front of me was... Ralph? Now the title was making sense. Wreck It Ralph was standing there, arms crossed and looking down at me with a smug grin on his face. Unlike his arcade fame, he was 3D in a simple room with wood floors, red brick walls and no windows. Something was off. Looking at my hands, I couldn't feel the controls. I tried taking off the headset but I couldn't grab anything! Nothing was there! I felt like I was trapped in the game itself! The world around blinked into focus as I felt the floor come into being against my bare feet with a soft thud. Seeing your model load in , I take a breath and flash my gappy grin with a rumbling roar I cheer, "ARE YOU READY to WRECK IT?!" slapping my hands together in anticipation as I size you up. My mind was rushing, trying to comprehend what was happening. Hearing Ralph speak with my own ears in the room and not from a television made the virtual reality even more apparent. "R-Ralph?" I could only muster his name. He was enormous, at nine feet standing. Even with the room being spacious, I still felt cramped with his presence. Luckily for him, the ceiling was rather high, otherwise his head would be rubbing up against it. I gave a hearty chuckle one massive finger scratching under my nose bashfully "Yep In the flesh Bud. Welcome to the game" I replied my arms spreading out wide as l loomed closer and closer, overshadowing you before snatching you up in a big bear hug."Never thought anyone would pick up this game" I had your head nestled into my chest as you could hear me walk around the spacious barren room. "W-Why am I here? What's happening?" The sensations were beginning to stack. I could even feel the warmth of Ralph's embrace, gently holding me in his massive arms. When I turned to look up, I could see his grin, his eyes glaring down at me all droopy with content. For a moment, I felt calm. "What do ya mean, 'Why am I here?' You bought the game right?" I replied, gently putting you down before stepping back slightly to give some room to breath but still looming over, doing some warm up stretches. Then there was a sudden slap as l brought my hands on my knees crouching down slightly a big smile spread across my face looking you up and down. A thick finger cupping under your chin steadying your head before my lips kiss your forehead softly "You're here to play." l added "In any way possible." My face must have been flushed red. If this was a game, I imagine I've walked in on some kind of dating sim with a well known video game icon. I'm not sure how or why this game exists, but I was enchanted by the affection that radiated from Ralph. It was so real, so new. I'll admit, Wreck It Ralph was quite the charmer. Lightly guiding you to step back l soon had you against the wall , rising back up l braced one tree trunk arm against the wall leaning over you. "You're familiar with some games with affection mechanics right?" I asked one hand idly rubbing your shoulder as l took up your view, looking down on you, breathing getting heavier. "How about you try some experimenting." l smirked. "L-Like what?" The soft and sultry tone of his voice had me anxious at the giant's intentions. It seemed obvious what he was suggesting yet I couldn't help but act oblivious. A second lumbering arm set over your head, my leg sliding forward to your side. "Like I bet you always wanted to feel a man that dwarfs you like I do " I teased, my chest pushed forward as I try to pop a button. Never did I imagine wanting such a thing but having Ralph present himself so dominantly made me realize how much I needed it. Sneakily I could feel him gyrating his waist up to mine. Seeing as how I was too weak to make a move, Ralph decided to surprise me, leaning down and pressing his lips into mine. My thick tongue squeezed in as soon you found yourself completely pinned to the wall . My groin sliding up and down your body. A hand slipping down, grabbing and pressing your palm onto my bulge, feeling it seeming to pulsate to your touch My body quivered from being immediately pinned by your body. Your indomitable tongue invaded my mouth and wrestled me into instant submission. I heard you moan quietly as we kissed. Since you invited my hand to your crotch, I went ahead and cupped the denim mass between your legs. You kissed me harder, making me squeeze harder in response, which in turn made you bully my mouth even more. Parting our lips for air, my face was flushed red as I groaned and moaned like a hungry beast. The denim bulge twitching to life under your fingers. My fingers thicker than your wrist slid up your arm, a toothy grin spreading across my face with a heaving breath pushing by huge frame in and out slowly. "Not bad , for your first time little bud" I cooed. Time seemed to pause as the bulge between my legs seemed to pulsate, feeling like it was inflating under your hand, spreading your fingers slightly. Unknown to me, I mistook your growing meat as a simple erection, though rather large. I continued to grope you while you were busy pushing your lower body in and out towards me with my hand still magnetized to your crotch. The junk now was really starting to push out as I could easily cup around its length. Looking down, I gasped, surprised to see the distended bulge bigger than what I had pictured. I quickly used my second hand to encompass the other side while you pushed your clad member in and out between my palms. I let out a low groan as I felt the bulge between my legs getting bigger and heavier squatting and thrusting , my shaft swelling stronger and stronger with each thrust. Your hands splitting apart from the sheer girth. Digging my thick fingers into the stone brick wall crumbling to my power , sweating and drooling as I get swallowed up by the pure euphoria a faint musk starting to linger. Amazing your overalls managed to restrain such a massive size. The prick was already nearing nine inches towards me but oddly enough your crotch, at level with mine, was starting to reach where my stomach was. Looking back up, I saw creases drawing across your shirt. Your chest was widely pronounced now, popping out near my face as it put a strain on your plaid shirt. The blocky shape of your massive arms started to round out as muscles appeared on your figure. I didn't think you could get any bigger but the swelling of your lats made your frame look all the wider. What was happening?! I gave a deep rumbling chuckle "You pick up on con...unf...trols quickly." I commented, bringing my arms up, the sleeves of my shirt riding, trying to retreat up my arm as more and more muscle builds . A fat finger digging under the fabric tearing it slightly showing some ample pit hair poking out . Resting back down, a meaty paw slaps onto your shoulder, my hand stretching down your arm easily wrapping around it with my pinkie. It didn't take long for your erection to reach me at a full foot in length. The entire front portion of the dark red overalls were bending to the will of your meat. After prodding me a few times from your air humping, even you could tell it was getting pretty big but I knew you didn't want to stop. I was too distracted by the enormous shelf of pecs that were growing towards me, straining each button on your shirt as the collar was stretched lower, showing more skin and even some newfound chest hair. Then, I could feel it. Something hot and hard had pressed itself between my legs. The look on your face told me everything as you gave me a smug grin before I was pulled up with the rest of your body. My feet left the ground and I found myself sitting on top of the growing pouch that was your junk. My gap tooth smile said it all. This was a simple taste of what was possible. Both arms raised Into a double bicep flex enjoying how heavy they were starting to feel. The new mounds of a cliff that made my chest now lightly bouncing as I breathed. The strap of my overalls holding strong keeping my new endowment lifted and perky. Slowly bounding them up and down in a mesmerizing pattern, you never realized one of my heavy paws sneaking behind you cupping the back of your head and back lightly pressing you into my new cleavage. Enjoying feeling you dwarfed by my sheer mass, I started to wander the room, my heavy foot steps echoing with deep thumps. I wholeheartedly basked in your manly presence as your rich, hair-filled chest pressed firmly into my face. Up close and feeling your pecs, I could see them visibly growing, pushing my head back ever so slightly. Your stride left me bobbing up and down across your hardened prick with every step you took and it too was slowly pushing out against my legs, clearly growing with the rest of you. You stopped for a moment, breathing sensually before rocking your hips up and down, bouncing me on your dick more and more. A moan found its way out your columnar throat as I watched you grow faster with every drop my body had on my 'meat seat'. Scared to fall off, my legs clung to it tightly which only serviced you more. Buttons were popping off above my head with rips and tears starting to form across your tight plaid shirt. The top was already riding high up, exposing newly shaped, square-like abs with the sleeves barely wrapping around your shoulders. Even under two layers, both of your nipples were prominently pushing against the edges of the clothes, desperate to escape their confines. I pulled myself back in an attempt to keep your torso in sight but the growth was hard to keep up with and the thrusting made it difficult to inch away. Luckily for me, your cock was keeping up almost more than I expected. Although growing longer, it was noticeably widening thicker and thicker from the gains. By now, your overalls were doing all they can to keep your junk in check with one strap holding everything back. Finally your shirt was really coming apart as your chest was too much for the poor clothes to handle. With each heaving breath it was clear how much denser my chest was getting. Hair spreading out, pressed and overflowing from the tears of what remained of my shirt. My cock pulsated under you with trembling power, clearly building up more and more as the shaft bent upwards, forcing the tip to the ground. My arms raised up revealed even more dense hair covering my body with a potent musk lingering inside the sealed room. My meaty paws clapping together flexing my arms over us . Your eyes traveled down, watching sweat slowly cascade over the bulging muscles newly forming and swelling over my body, slipping over the thick vine-like veins guiding your gaze lower. A smug smirk spread across my face. My tree trunk neck fought for room over my expanding frame to not be swallowed by my raising traps. "Tell me buddy, do ya like your new boyfriend being this big, or do ya feel like seeing how big I can be?" I bounced my pronounced chest with a rythmic beat to my heavy sultry breathing, a hand cupping around under it feeling it up for myself; the nip being presented as a treat for you and you alone. The other hand slapping behind you onto my shaft. A shuddering moan echoed in the room as a shiver of bliss shot up my spine. "Well? I'm waiting buddy." I cooed, licking my lips with anticipation. I was too nervous to really reply. Ralph was growing with each passing second, making every league of size more mesmerizing than the last. The final bits of plaid that clung to your glistening skin finally tore off your form revealing your torso in all its hairy glory. With the legs of your pants ripped to nothing, your overalls were now repurposed as an over-the-shoulder pair of briefs which clung from the head of your growing member down into a pouch fitted around your balls and extending back to your waist. That one strap was diligent to keep it contained, digging snuggly into your right trap and extending all the way down your meaty length. What the overalls couldn't cover was the shaft. Pinned to your heavy testicles, your cock bulged upwards into a curve which raised me higher up till we were nearly eye level. The thing was huge, almost reaching a size that matched your own body! Even your chest was capable of rubbing up against it. We exchanged looks for a moment and I suddenly realized I never gave you an answer. All I could really do was say one thing. "Bigger..." That was all I needed to hear to please my little buddy. My cock shuffled under you as I adjusted my stance. Both my massive hands gripped at the sides of my junk, tenderly rubbing up and down as the excess sweat worked as a lubricant. The feeling of all my digits massaging and dragging skin was utter euphoria. My palms were large enough to encompass so much of my meat. I watched you bob up and down as my hips worked to dry humping my massive schlong. I pressed my bulge closer to my body, holding it and shoving as much into my torso, touching more and more sensitive cock-flesh. I could feel my extended arms swell larger, denser, stretching in unison with my horny antics. I started losing my grip slightly as even my meat swelled larger to match and exceed the rest of me. All I could do was grind and grow, filling in more of the room. Now your growth was peaking more than ever before. The sheer width your body had achieved was even greater than your height. You were a living wall with blocky shoulders and massive pecs tripling the span of your frame right before my eyes. I struggle to focus on one part of you, to bring my vision to appreciate your musculature but your physique is an assortment of monstrous hirsute mass with every peak calling me to gaze upon it. Still, if I had to choose, your chest kept me hooked as your stretched out biceps pushed both pillows of beef upwards and into your face. The grind against your manly stubble only served to arouse you further, your hands never resting in their pursuit to satisfy your sexual quenching. The room was definitely getting smaller. I never realized how big it was until your godly form began replacing the fleeting space. I could see your hair nearly grace the ceiling and even I, myself, was getting close to it while atop your manhood. You've had to have reached 20 feet by now, and your cock... good lord. Who knows how big that was. Still, you didn't care or even notice. You were hungry. To keep myself from touching the roof, I laid down belly first, my legs and arms spread against your cock. I rubbed with you, hoping you would get some satisfaction. The room was being filled with my pungent musk, my heavy breathing a mighty boom as I grinded against my mammoth dong. Buckling and shuddering as all the different sensations brought me to my knees. With my hairy chest falling right before you, my arms flexing pressing them into a seductive pose for you. Shoulder rolling as l shimmy closer. With a grunt and a hefty bear hug around my dick, you begin sliding down from the excess moisture into my pecs. I smile, holding back a groan from the mere act of riding down my enormous cock right before giving you a kiss to your lips. The romantic peck didn't last long as you were reaching the apex of your mass. By now you were immobile, pinned to every flat surface of the virtual box we called a room. With no space left to move, all your muscles could do was fill whatever room it could find. Your cock and balls had already eaten half the area, pressed tightly into the walls, ceiling and floor and still eager to fill more with its flesh. Even more surprising was seeing the overalls still actively extended under the package like a pouch. The strap was stretched so far that it looked almost string-like in comparison to the rest of you. And speaking of the rest of you, your traps had surpassed your head and cushioned upwards into the roof. Both shoulders grinded up to each wall with massive arms still swelling below the enormous jugs of your chest. I took one last glimpse at your ruggedly handsome smile before I sank below from the growth of your chest. More and more muscle continued filling my vision until my body was surrounded in it. My entire front side basked in the musky heady expanse of your pecs with chest hair shoving itself into my face. I breathed deep, savoring the fragrance your body provided. Meanwhile, my back was fixed to your dick which had become a pure wall of genitals. I was in heaven, hearing the squelching of sweat being squished between me and the two barriers of meat. My body vibrated as I could faintly hear you moan from above me, the bass from your throat shaking the very room. No doubt you were in utter bliss as your cock was squeezed into every crack and crevice left, all working to masturbate you further which only grew you more, squeezing your manhood tighter, growing and then squeezing and then growing! My new beefy shuddered as you could feel my whole body shake and quiver with every heavy breath dripping with euphoria as each movement of my massive sweaty body teased me in a different way, be it my arm pushing up to adjust for the lack of space resulting in my meaty paw groping my tender cock. Or shuffling my body to relieve pressure from my cock to only have it swell larger to take up more room pressing you closer to me, gyrating my torso to show you just how much you've done so far. A hearty chuckle echoed from on high above you, muffled by the dense forest of hair and muscle around you. "Oh. OH... OOOOHHHH! That's it Buddy! You've made me a real man now!" l praised, swooning over my size gifted by your touch. "This world is too small for me now though, I think yours should be more fun... for the both of us! Get ready Bud, I'm coming to wreck your world!" I continued flexing my body, your surroundings bulging larger and LARGER! hot to the touch, the dense musk coating your body in my scent sweat drenching your clothes, losing more room as l grew all around you. Your head squeezed between my pecs, feeling them bounce thumping onto your shoulders... And then the world went dark, the sensations of my expanding mass and heat still spinning you. *CRASH!!* I had done it, finally meeting someone who could truly appreciate mass at its peak and further beyond. The world around me coming into focus, feeling my body come into being in YOUR world. My traps crashing through the ceiling, my tree trunk neck finally having room to stretch seeing a room formally somewhat tidy now demolished with my huge head filling in a crater. My dick shot gunning forward still contained by my repurposed overalls. The thick head pressing against a door frame blowing out the wall before long resting in the kitchen. A set of bulging lumbering arms with hands easily able to cup a bus reaching out casually blasting through walls to pull myself up. With a heavy *THUMP* one foot smashed on top of your couch, my colossal body raising through the house, feeling your world crumble around me. Bursting free of your fragile house with a hearty cheer, feeling the cool air against my hot body. My dick sling bobbing with the new room at my disposal. Looking around like a giddy child at my new playground, dick and balls swinging wildly as l survey the area bashing against neighboring building, trees and lights. Snapping back to realize there was someone I was forgetting. Two meaty finger diving between my pecs moaning as l fished deeper plucking you out drenched in my sweat. Giving you a toothy smirk, I kiss you passionately in my palm. “Now that you completed the tutorial. You ready for level 1?” I cooed, a faint mist emitting off my body from the mix of hot and cold air.

That was incredibly hot! I realize now there is an absolute shortage of Wreck it Ralph MG stories in this world and thank you for adding more!

Helping a veteran? VI Paul was listening to Nate’s story. He played it in his mind like a movie. “Yikes! It turns out that my generous benefactor is kin to Hercules, and he can become a monster. I’m happy that I’ve met the Hercules, though.” Paul said laughing. “I apologize for saying you looked scary. I had no idea…” “I’s OK, but I’m worried that you think of me as an ogre. Believe me, I am not. You can ask Nickie. My brother, the smart brat, listened to me that day when I talked to him. He apologized for saying those words! That’s why I love the man. He has the biggest heart, bigger than mom’s.” Nate chomped the last chunk of a third pretzel. “Nathaniel, you eat more than a whole platoon!” Paul said laughing aloud. “Well sarge, I like food. I’m a growing kid.” Nate gave Paul a pretzel-crumb smile. “Paul, don’t let my size,” Nate flexed his right arm biceps, “scare you.” Wheels were turning in Paul’s head. Here in his house was a cornfed giant. He has seen the two sides of Nate, the good and the ugly. Still, he felt attracted to him. Paul decided to make a move that would either kill him or satisfy the curiosity he has hidden for so long. Now was his only chance. There won’t be another… “Nate,” Paul gulped unconsciously, “In your story, your dad taught you how to control your anger. I must confess that I was scared shitless when I dared to touch you. And you looked at me when I called your name, and rank” he added with a chuckle. “Does it mean… Does it mean you care about me?” These words took Nate by surprise, but he answered quickly. “Of course, I do! You are a good man. You are a hero! And you stood by my side during my shitty moment. I care a lot for you sarge Burks. I’m honored you accepted my friendship.” “Thank you, Nate! That means a lot. You don’t even have the tiniest clue… Big men like you tend to be self-centered. I’ve always been impressed by men that can grow big and strong, but I hate it when they become narcissistic bitches. No matter how hard I worked out or how much I eat, it’s impossible for me to bulk up. I’m glad to know you use those big arms for good causes.” Nate felt his cheeks and neck blushing. Only his dad priced his size; and there was the goofy duo too, Nickie and Danny. They always asked him to flex for them, to feel his muscles. They even teamed against Nate to take him down in wrestling matches in the basement. But they always ended in Nate’s bear hug, pleading for mercy. Then, all will fall on the mat giggling like kids. Aside from them, people prejudged him because of his size. “Paul, I don’t know what to say. I’m just big, but being big is not who I am. I don’t know if I’m making sense…” Paul was not listening. His mind was elsewhere and his body, in autopilot. Slowly he lifted his hand to touch Nate’s biceps. Nate flexed it harder, like he used to do for his dad and Nickie. The hardness of the muscle and the tightness of the skin were difficult to describe. Paul felt the heat emanating from the mound of muscle. His fingers traced the ridges and cuts, the separations between the biceps’ heads. He put his index on the big blueish vein. It was pulsing with Nate’s heart. Paul became lost in a world that only revolved around that huge mountain of muscle. Nate flexed harder. His heart was racing, pumping blood through his body. Blood that started to make his undies tighter. He became aware of his surroundings. Everything was brighter. He could hear Paul’s heart thumping like a marching drum. He could smell the man sitting by him. Paul’s sweat and cologne made a special aroma that was exciting Nate more. Slowly keeping his flex, he moved his head closer to Paul. When Paul turned to look at Nate, their lips met. It started by pressing their lips together, but Paul had waited too long for this moment. He took charge. With his strong tongue, he parted Nate’s lips. He kept poking until Nate opened his mouth. Paul went for the kill. His tongue darted right into the bigger man’s throat. Nate tasted like coffee, like Nate. The energy flowing from Paul’s tongue made Nate’s eyes roll back. Nate was in nirvana. The sturdy black military was a kisser. With his free hand, Nate pressed Paul’s head against his. There was passion and lust in the kiss. Nate moved the arm he was flexing to wrap it around Paul’s hard body. Paul whimpered when his hand left the hard biceps, but then he squirmed when he felt the same arm around his back. He was trapped in a muscle prison, and he wanted to stay there. They broke the kiss. Nate was looking intensely into Paul’s eyes. “Sergeant Burks,” said Nate. “Corporal Coe reporting for inspection.” Paul smiled. He moved out of the muscular embrace and he stood in front of Nate. Slowly he placed his hands on the thick traps. Nate’s neck was bigger than his thigh. Going down the hill he found round deltoids, big as melons. He had to see everything! So, he reached for the tails of Nate’s shirt. He tried to pull it off. It was like trying to peel the skin off an apple. Nate had to help him. Taking advantage of their closeness, Nate leaned forward to kiss the mature stud in front of him, but Paul evaded his lips. Paul had a sexy grin indicating he had other plans. Now that the shirt was off, Paul stepped back to admire the hulking man on his sofa. His mouth almost hit the floor. The bulk and size of each muscle was almost cartoonish. If his cock had been hard before, now he could use it cut diamonds. Paul’s eyes were dancing around trying to catch each muscle, each vein, each striation in Nate’s body. A soft sparse patch of hair formed a triangle between the pectoral muscles. The hairs continued down in a single line disappearing between the cubes on the abdomen. Nate’s pink areolas were also dusted with some hairs. They were taut pushing the hard thick nipples out of the pecs. Long hairs poked out of the pit cavities. Paul wanted to touch Nate, to experience Nate, but he found himself paralyzed by his doubts and desires. Taking advantage of Paul’s muscle-overload paralysis, Nate stood up and reached for Paul’s body. Towering over him, he bend his neck down and went for another kiss. This time, Paul will not stop him. Nate needed it. The kiss was full of desire. As he broke the kiss, Nate placed his left hand on the smaller man’s butt. He brought Paul closer to him, then he lifted him until they were face to face. Being over 6 inches taller than Paul, and outweighing him by more than 150 pounds, Nate became even more aroused by the size difference. Paul felt so light in his hand. Nate’s excitement showed in the protuberance of his pants. Paul felt lightheaded when his body left the floor. It was like was flying. Nate was using only one hand to pick him up. He shriveled and, at the same time, a gush of precum stained his jeans. Nate started to undress Paul with his free hand. Becoming frustrated by his effort, he ripped Paul’s shirt off, throwing it across the room. What Nate saw could only be described with one word, carved. Paul’s chest was extremely defined and ripped beyond any magazine could photoshop. Curly tight locks of salt and pepper hair covered the hard pecs and abs without hiding the definition. Twin pointy nipples were crying for attention. The groove between the pecs was deep, so were those between the abdominal muscles. Paul’s biceps and delts had striations inside striations. The hairy forearms were corded and defined. Nate growled in satisfaction. Nate started to kiss Paul’s face. Then he nibbled on one earlobe, causing Paul to sigh. He lifted Paul higher, placing kisses on his neck. With his free hand Nate lifted Paul’s strong and stringy arms. Paul’s bushy pits were right on Paul’s face. The smell he has learned to love was coming from the deep pits. It was all he needed. His snorted on the bushy hairs, filling his lungs with Paul’s scent. The smell was stronger; a mix of sweat, pheromones, and testosterone. He licked the dark cave with gusto. Once he was sure he had tasted every single strand of hair, he moved to the other pit and continued his ministration. Paul’s senses went off charts. “Nate! Please, Nate… Good mother! Stop! I’m too close! Let me breath please!” Hearing Paul’s plea, Nate stopped his degustation. Slowly, he hugged Paul against his mountainous pecs. After a kiss, he lowered Paul back to the ground. Both men were panting. Their hearts pounding so loudly they could be heard in the room. “You… You are amazing! Never in my life I would have imagined I could be on the brink of exploding like that.” Paul said between gasps. “That’s what I want. I want to please you. And I want to please you more, but I think we have too much clothes on us.” With that, Nate unbuckled his pants and forced them down exposing the muscle density and quality of his hairy thighs and calves. His cock was half trapped inside his undies. The exposed girthy half was pointing up, with the bulbous red head slightly over his belly button. The constant flow of pre-juice traveling down the wide slit damped his green boxers. Paul followed the lead and took his jeans off. Nate gasped! It was true! Paul wasn’t wearing undies. His dark cock bobbed up and down with his heartbeats. A sticky thread kept the cock attached to the jeans. Veins crisscrossing the rigid shaft. Two big nuts hanged low in a hairy sack. The salt and pepper curls extended from the collar bone down to the wild bush spreading over Paul’s crotch. A natural bush that needed no trimming to show 7 granite hard inches of cock capped with a fat blunt brownish red head. “I’ve showed you mine and I have seen half of yours. Show me everything!” said Paul pulling down Nate’s boxers. “Fuck damn!” Nate chuckled, “I hope you like the twig with extra berries.” “That’s no twig! For sure! Does it mean that all I needed to be that big was to grow an extra nut? Cheez!” Paul said as he reached for the oversized nut sack. He needed both hands to hold the three testicles. Paul examined the balls, each the size of a small egg. He squeezed them and pull on them, making sure they weren’t fake. Nate’s crotch wasn’t hairy, maybe the dirty blond hair made it look sparse. But it highlighted the size and girth of Nate’s manhood and his balls. Paul let his instincts take over. Soon his lips were kissing each nut. A musky but not repulsive smell came from the crotch. It was exiting Paul more and more. Nate hissed and almost convulsed. “Paul be careful! That’s my Achilles heel! Ooh! I love your lips and hands. Mmm.” “Aha!” Paul look up from the big man’s crotch. “I literally have you by the balls, three balls to be exact! Now, will you do as I say?” Paul asked in a playful evil voice full of lust while squeezing the hefty sack. “Ooh shit! I’ll do as you say Sergeant Burks!” Nate answered, his eyes tightly shot. “Sarge, if you continue rubbing my nuts like that. Oh fuck… Sarge, I promise I will paint you in cum, sir.” There was desperation in Nate's words. However, Paul ignored the warning, putting more pressure on his grip. That proved to be enough to put Nate out of his misery. “Ahhh! Watch out!” The first volley went over Paul landing who knows where. Three equally potent shots followed. Nate curled down holding on Paul’s shoulder as the last four smaller, but not less impressive ropes covered Paul’s face, chest, and abs. The splash of semen on his face took Paul by surprise. It had never happened to him. In past days that’d have been enough to rip the head off of the offender. But this time it was like his prize. Paul had made the strongest man he has met cum without touching his cock. He felt powerful. “My, my! You have a hair trigger!” Paul reached with his tongue for some cum on his cheek and tasted it. Salty. So thick and warm. It tasted like Nate. The he scooped some more with his fingers and pushed them into Nate’s mouth, who began to suck like a hungry baby. Then he held Nate’s face for a cum swapping kiss. Nate’s cock was still pulsing without any signs of going down. “Soldier, what will happen if I keep doing this.” Paul never let go of the three nuts during Paul’s orgasm. He was still holding them and moving his thumb softly over their surface. “Paul, do you want me to die?” Nate’s breathing was irregular in the afterglow. “Let me show you how I feel. Now!” With that, he lifted Paul again, pressing the hairy, cum covered chest against his smoother pecs. He carried the older man into the bedroom. Nate’s cum was gluing them together. Carefully, Nate put Paul on the bed. Paul tried to move, but Nate’s big hand kept him in place. Nate began to kiss Paul. His mouth and tongue were all over Paul’s face. Every now and then he will stop for a tongue kiss. He continued down the Adam’s apple, sucking on it. Both were sweating profusely. Nate lifted Paul’s arms. Paul placed his hands behind his head; his baseball size biceps bulged. Nate grunted in pleasure at the sight of the stone like muscles. Nate licked them, from elbow to biceps, to pits. He went for another kiss and immediately went back to his favorite place, the dark furry pits. Paul was moaning with desire. Nate has been activating new erotic zones on Paul that he never thought he had. Those blowjobs during school years, the occasional pussy, the mutual jerk off sessions with his buddies, the ass of a new recruit… Nothing could compare to what Nate was doing to him. Sex with the nurse dated in Germany for months was just that, sex. This, what Nate was doing to him, was different. Paul’s body felt like an overstimulated teenager’s dick. Nate was playing his body like a maestro. Paul gasped! Nate’s hands were pinching and twisting Paul’s man tits, while he was eating Paul’s armpits. Paul nipples were so hard he could scrape plaster of a wall with them. He never thought of his nips as something erotic; they were just there, two useless ornaments on his hairy chest. Nate abandoned the pits and move his mouth to those rock-hard nipples. He was licking, biting, sucking, trying to get something out of them. And something he got! Paul arched his body in pleasure and a gush of precum squirted out of his hard dick splatting on his rock-hard abs. Paul’s dick has never been so hard. It was pulsing in painful. It kept poking Nate’s abs, drawing wet designs on brick wall of muscle. Nate’s tongue sucked his own cum and Paul’s sweat out of every hair, groove, and vein of Paul’s torso and abs. He nibbled on the outie bellybutton just for fun. Then his shin was hit by the dark crowbar. He choose to ignore it for now. He went to the bush, huffing the manly musk emanating from Paul’s groin and low hanging balls. His nose found that intimate skin between the sack and the leg, where the smell of a man is stronger. He inhaled deeply getting high on Paul’s scent. He licked the area cleaning it with his spit. He continued lapping moved under the scrotum to continue on other side. Coming out for air, he stopped to contemplate the sculptured body under him. Even the hard cock was chiseled. Paul had his eyes opened, but his sight was lost. His mouth moved like he was screaming or shouting something, but no sound was coming out of it. Nate knew the man was ecstatic. He went for the hanging balls. He took the whole thing in his mouth tasting its flavors. The only sounds in the room were coming from his slurping. Just then, Paul managed let out a long and loud moan. Nate knew it was time to rescue the veteran out of this torture. Letting the balls fall from his mouth, Nate lifted the obsidian obelisk with his hand. It was a perfect cock. Not out of proportions. It was hard and pulsing. The inflamed shaft was so bloated with blood the foreskin was totally retracted making the cock look uncut. From the deep opening of the helmet, juices were flowing like a broken faucet. Tracing the last drop coming down the shaft, Nate’s tongue reached the vibrating head. He kissed it with reverence, before swallowing it. Inch by inch the rod went inside the willing mouth. Nate could feel the rugged veins sliding over his tongue. In a final push, Paul’s cock was in Nate’s throat. Nate’s nose buried in the musky bush. He pulled out until the head reached his lips and he went down again. A dozen times. Each time with more suction. And Paul, poor Paul, was in some sort of an astral trip connected to the earth by his throbbing rod. His cock was his body. Nate was sucking his body though his cock. Electric waves pulsed all over him. Paul’s brain went blank. A big load he released deep inside Nate’s throat. His body became numb and tense at the same time. He tried to shout, to speak. Nothing was coming out of his mouth. His cries translated in jets of cum screaming out of his cockhead. The torrent was too much for Nate. He coughed and pulled out the gushing hose. But feeling he could do it, Nate went back down, sucking just on the helmet. He was becoming drunk in veteran’s cum. The taste was addictive. Not a single drop escaped his suction. Paul was returning to earth. Finding his voice, “Oh my fucking goodness! What in hell happened to me! Ooh! Ugh! Too tender! It’s too sensitive!” His cockhead felt like an opened wound. Nate let go of it and kissed it lovingly. The once rock-hard pole was becoming softer, but not smaller. Nate moved up from between Paul’s legs to lay down close to Paul. Both men were panting. Nate became aware that Paul’s orgasm had triggered his. “I don’t know if my body has feelings after what you did to me. I’m dizzy. But the pleasure coming from my dick tells me I’m in heaven. Please tell me you are real.” Paul said with his forearm over his eyes. His carved pecs heaving like those of a 100 meters runner. “Yes Paul. I am real, and I’m here with you.”

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Helping a veteran? V The drive to Park Gardens was uneventful. Both men stayed quiet not knowing what to say. Once at the gate Paul pointed out, “You can park over there. Nobody uses that spot. We can have the coffee in my place. I hope it’s still hot.” “OK sarge.” A short walk took them to Paul’s apartment. “Welcome to my place. Not bigger than a match box, but it fits my needs. Have a seat, while I get my pill.” “I like this place!” Nate went to the sofa that looked more like a loveseat when he sat his bulk on it. He started to look around. “Wow! Are those your medals? Neat! I know that one, the Purple Heart. My dad had one too!” “Yes, they are,” said Paul from the bedroom. “Everything in that display means a lot to me. It’s my personal treasure.” Walking into the kitchen, “One of my buddies made the shallow box. He’s crafty. In fact, he made four. One for each of the Strays”, he said pointing at a photo in the background of the box. “He made this one. There’s one in Minnesota and another in Puerto Rico. The last one is in Germany. It was given to the wife of our friend that died the day I got hurt. The three of us that are still alive stay in touch. We call each other every week.” There was sadness in Paul’s voice. Nate noticed it and he wanted to hold Paul in his arms to hug him, but he didn’t want to scare Paul. “Here’s your coffee Nate and extra napkins for your pretzels.” Nate saw Nate walking around the house with a slight limp, but without the walking stick. “Paul, is it OK to walk around without the cane.” Nate took a big sip of coffee. Then it hit him that his big mouth has spoken about something that might be too personal. “My tibia was broken in two and my ankle was shattered. They fixed everything nicely in the military hospital in Germany. We were transported there for recovery. My leg works, but there was some nerve damage. I use the cane for support. There are times I don’t feel part of my foot. It’s like walking on cotton balls.” He blew on his coffee, then with a smile, “And for your knowledge, people always ask the same question.” Nate smiled and took a bite of his pretzel. He chose not to ask for details of the injury. Paul sadness was evident. So, he changed the conversation. “Paul, about my behavior on the boardwalk. I want to apologize for ruining your afternoon. We should have stayed at the bar.” “Oh, stop it. You are not a psychic. There was no way we could know beforehand about those guys and their intentions. The fact is, I’m happy you caught them.” “Man, you are a fast thinker! Calling me corporal. I don’t even know what rank that is!” Both had a good laugh. “Nate. When I saw you with two men hanging from your hands and your red face, I knew I had to act quickly. You, well, you looked scary. The way you were holding them like toys! I had the feeling you would hurt them badly if I stayed quiet. Honestly, I was scared shitless.” “You were scared? Damn… So, Nickie was speaking the truth…” Nate went quiet then took another bite of the pretzel and washed it down with a gulp of coffee. “Can I tell you a story? And, where can I reheat this coffee?” “Hand it over. I like stories, and I bet yours’s got to be interesting,” said Paul with a grin. “Once I’m finished, maybe you will get some answers.” So, the story started… When Nate and Nick were kids, Nate got into some unexpected trouble. Nick was in first grade. Because Nick was Nate’s shadow, he learned early how to read and write. He wanted to be just like his big brother. Thus, he wasn’t five and he was already in first grade. It was the end of the day and Nate was waiting for him. Their dad asked them to stay by the guard’s cabin so he can take them home. While waiting, Nate remembered that on the day he found he was going to be a big brother, his dad told him to grow big and strong to protect mom and Nickie. (“I guess I overdid it,” Nate told Paul laughing lamely.) Nate saw Nick walking along with his friends. They were making a lot of noise and giggling. From the crowd of kids, the eight-grade bully, known in the whole school for being mean and abusive, approached Nick. He pushed Nick to the ground. Then he kicked his books. His bully friends were laughing like crazy. Nate couldn’t believe what he saw. He turned red and became furious. In no time he was grabbing the bully by his shirt. While Nate was close to eleven, he was already going through puberty, so he was bigger than other kids. A few months ago, his dad used his razor on Nate to “tame some wild hairs growing all over your cheeks.” Some teachers thought Nate was 15 or 16. Nate was stopping the bully from running. Seeing that Nick was alright and standing up, Nate started to shout angrily at the bully. “You, turd! That’s my brother! You’re going to regret you messed up with him. I’m going to make you eat dirt!” Nate was tightening his grip on the bully’s shirt. Nate’s face was beet red. “If you think you can get out of it like you always do, Not This Time!” he said shaking the kid with each word. The bully’s friends disappeared from the scene. And the scared bully managed to escape Nate’s grip. He ran towards a car. The car belonged to his dad. The angry father left the car in the middle of the road and went after Nate. Nate was helping his brother up, while Nick’s friends were picking up the books and cheering for Nate. In an instant, the bully’s dad was yelling at Nate. The man was ranting without control and he grabbed Nate by the shoulder. Nate was still trying to control himself after seeing somebody picking on his baby brother. Without thinking, when he felt the hand on his shoulder, he turned around and punched the man on the face. The bully’s father was out cold on the ground. (“The whole school saw it. It was a big brouhaha!” Nate answered Paul’s incredulous stare.) About half an hour later, Nate, Nick, their dad, the bully and his dad, the school guard, and teachers that witnessed the event were inside the director’s office. The blackeye bully’s dad was shouting at the director. He was demanding that “a retarded 16-year-old should not be allowed to be around younger kids. There must be a special education room in high school to place this brute!” pointing at Nate. Daniel, Nate’s and Nick’s dad, stood up in front of his kids ready to complete what his kid had started. The bully’s father stepped backed off and sat quietly. Only then, Daniel went back to his seat. It all became a ‘he said he said’ thing between kids. An hour later, Nate got a two-day suspension for fighting in the school. He didn’t get the week suspension because Nick’s teacher advocated for him. The bully got the whole week off. His father, who became incredibly surprised after the director told him that Nate was not even eleven, was charged for attacking a kid, trespassing the school grounds, and blocking the main exit of the school with his car. Although Daniel decided not to follow with a police complaint, the school did. Daniel told the director that he will discipline Nate. Then he turned to the bully’s dad, “I don’t want you or your kid close to my boys, or I will be taking care of the business myself. Got it clear?” The man opened his eyes as wide as his blackeye let him. Daniel was an imposing man and extremely protective. After the incident, neither the bully nor his dad were seen again. Some said they moved out of the state… On the way home Nick spoke, almost whispering to his brother, “Nate you were scary.” Those words hit Nate harder than a train. At home Daniel explained Anna what happened. She already knew because he had called her while they were waiting for the director. Anna, the usually sweet mom wasn’t pleased at all. She scolded Nate and then took Nick into the kitchen to check if he was OK. It was Daniel’s time to speak with Nate alone. “Nathaniel, come with me.” Nate almost shit his pants. At home, his dad never called him by his full name. He was dad’s ‘little man’. He realized his dad meant business. Daniel took Nate downstairs into the basement, where he had his mancave/gym. He told Nate sit down on the sofa. He stood in front of his boy looking down at him, tall and commandingly. After a couple of minutes, he pulled a chair in from of the boy and sat. His face was stern, without emotions. He was watching his son from head to toe, studying him. “Nathaniel, you know what you did was and is unacceptable. I’ve never taught you to behave like that. I’m disappointed.” “I’m sorry sir.” Nate said looking down, not daring to look at his dad’s face. “This is the first and last time I have to walk into any director’s office. Is that clear?” “Yes sir.” “So, do I have your word, Nathaniel? Look at me!” The room was so quiet. Even the air felt dense. This was the third time Nate has been called Nathaniel by his dad. The man was not joking. Nate’s eyes were welling. He had disappointed his parents. His mind was a mess. He thought that protecting Nick was the right thing to do. Why was his dad so angry about it? He gulped in a dry throat, “Yes sir.” Keeping his eyes on the boy, Daniel said, “Good. I can tell you are telling me the truth. I’m not upset because you defended Nick. But you have to follow the school rules. No more fights. You got it clear?” Nate nodded again. His heart was pounding in his ears. Daniel stood up and opened his arms, “Come here and give me a hug.” Nate was confused, but he did as he was told and hugged his dad with all his might. More than anything he wanted to show him how sorry he was. Then Daniel said, “Now big man. Do you see that bar over there? The one under the window. Bring it to me.” Nate was astonished by the weird request, but he obeyed his dad in a snap. He grabbed the bar with my right hand. It felt heavier than it looked, but he said nothing and brought it to his dad as fast as he could. Nate offered it to Daniel. “No, keep it for now.” Daniel sat back on the chair. “Can you bend it?” Things were becoming weirder, but Nate did as he was told. Nate managed to get a good curve on the bar, like a semicircle. He said, “Dad, is this good?” Daniel was very silent watching how the muscles on his son’s arms swelled and the veins stood out. Nate was no longer a kid; he was becoming a man. He remembered when months ago the first hairs stated to grow around Nate’s dick. Nate had come to him, “Dad, there is something I want to show you. Can we go to my room?” In the room he pulled down his pants and undies and asked Daniel what was wrong with his dick. “I cannot control my penis. It’s hard like every minute. It keeps growing. And hair is growing around it!” Daniel has never been ashamed of his body. He never covered himself in front of his kids. And he wanted them to grow feeling the same about themselves. “Nate, nothing is wrong with your penis. You are starting puberty. You have leaned about it in school, right?” Nate nodded. “It’s the first stage of becoming a man. You will grow hairs on different parts of your body. Your penis will get bigger. About getting out of control,” Daniel said with a chuckle. “I can say it will get hard many times a day. Nothing to worry about little man!” Daniel said with a grin. Coming back from his memory, Daniel saw the twisted bar in Nate’s hand, “Yes son, it is OK. You bent it as I expected. How do you feel big man?” “I think I’m OK. I can bend it more if you want, but I will need more time.” “Big man” Daniel said grabbing the bar from his son’s hands. “This is a grade #10, one and a quarter inch rebar. It’s used in the construction of big, sturdy buildings.” There was pride in his words. “You see, not even that man that you hit today could have lifted it with both hands! You really kept your word to become stronger. You are my strong big man!” Daniel dropped the bar, which hit the ground with a loud thud. He jumped off the seat, lifted Nate in the air, and started running around like a boxing coach holding his champion. “I’m so proud of you! You knocked that man out with a single punch! I’ll be damned! That’s my big man! From now on we are going to workout together. I bet by the time you are 14, you’ll be taller and bigger than me! I’m so proud of you!” Nate was still lost, but he was happy he made his dad happy. Daniel stopped his run and look at his boy, “Big man, remember what you just promised me.” Daniel was serious again. “You are going to show your best behavior. I expect it from you and from Nick. I don’t want my sons to become bullies. That kid was a bully because his dad was a bully. No son of mine’s a bully, understood?” “Yes sir.” “Good! Now, this conversation is between you and me. When you are older, you decide if you want to share it. But for now, it’s only between us.” “Yes sir. Not a word to anyone, including Nickie. I don’t want to scare him again. I think he doesn’t like me anymore because he said I’m scary.” Nate started to weep. His confusion and the thought that Nickie will hate him were too much for him. His dad held him against his chest and said, “It’s OK. Now, go to mom and tell her that you are sorry and that it won’t happen again. Then, talk to Nick. He doesn’t hate you. He worships you! Tell him that you are sorry for scaring him. Also, that as his big brother you wanted to protect him. He will understand.” Daniel let go of Nate and then he lifted the bent bar off the ground. With ease, he straightened it back. He looked at the bar, then he squatted in front of his son. “Big man, when you feel like things are getting ugly, like today, I want you to think about what’s happening to you. I know it’s difficult; it has happened to me too. Listen. When you become angry, your senses are in alert. You are like a big antenna. Use your senses! Be conscious of what surrounds you. A smell, a color, or the voice of someone your love and care for, anything that will call your attention during that ugly moment, use it to snap out of your anger. It’s going to be hard, but I’ll help you. It’ll become second nature with practice. But, don’t be walking around angry, OK big man?” Nate nodded. Daniel had a big grin on his face. That day Nate loved his dad more than before.

- Chapter 5 - Meet The New Size Day after day, I eagerly await Charles to come home from work. Hoping to see the fruit of my labour, but I wasn't very lucky. His shift was moved around quite often due to the school holidays – the cafe anticipated a higher traffic from the parents, as they bring their children for activities around town. Charles would text me and let me know that he won't be coming back early as he will head to the gym after the daily closing. I would then adjourned to bed, disappointed. Like clockwork, I would do a quick workout in the morning and head to work, being very mindful that I won't wake up my roommate. I'm unsure why myself, but I'm usually surged with abundance of energy through the day, like a persistent buzz in my head. I tend to get hungry very quickly too, but that's probably to sustain the energy level, I suppose. Maybe it's the morning cup of joe for all I care. Who knows? It doesn't bother me as much anyway, or so I want to believe as so. It was not until a good 2 months later when Charles call me up for lunch and invited me over to where he works, that I got to actually see him in person after such a long time. To be really honest, I was thrilled when I saw the text from Charles (totally an understatement). It was like an exclusive invitation to an opening premier and I got the best front seat. Without wasting a single second, I left my office at 12.30pm sharp and took a train to the station near where we stay. The whole journey was filled with my wildest imagination – how would Charles look like now? What would he be wearing? How would he be affected to the series of subliminal messages that I almost forgot that I've played for the past weeks? As I approach the cafe, I peek through the window but couldn't see a familiar face like Charles' working at the counter. Instead, there was a tall, huge man tinkering with the coffee machine, who I thought it was a mechanic from the coffee machine company. I walked over to the counter in search of my missing roommate and catch a familiar burn scar on the man's left hand. And god, I was so, so wrong. "Charles?" My face did nothing to conceal my surprised look when he turned over to look at me. He stood up straight, presumably reaching the mark of 6'2". What caught my eyes immediately was his pecs, stretching the seams of his t-shirt to its seams (I'm obviously a pecs guy). His wide shoulders are distinctive boulders now, connected to a pair of muscly arms that bulge at all the right places. And I haven't even gotten to the vascularity of his musculature, which is clearly in display on his forearms and his bull neck. With the lack of visual information on other parts of his body, my hyperactive imagination pretty much did the rest, with gratitude. Judging from the choice of pants, he's probably wearing a jockstrap and packing a huge asset inside with his now significantly wider stance. This moment probably span across a short 30 seconds, but it felt like forever to me. I'm out of words and out of breath – this is beyond what I think possible. With minimal prep required, he looks like he's ready to compete for the Classics. "Hey, Shawn! Glad you could make it!" he walked out from the counter as he removes his apron. The bulging muscles are restricting his movements, yet he manages to remove it in one swift movement. I'm barely able to move as he gave me a huge hug – at the moment, I thought I was hallucinating, this can't be real. However, I feel his body emanating heat, I can hear his heartbeat and most importantly, I can feel the rippling muscles bulge underneath his clothes. THIS. MUST. BE. REAL. ""Shawn?" I hear Charles call out to me again. I must have been staring for way too long, letting my gaze lingers just a tad too long at both his downward pointing nipples on his enormous pec shelves. I need to say something, ANYTHING. "Fuck, Charles." was all that came out from my mouth. Charles was clearly taken aback from the response. He chuckles and looks at me with an inquisitive look. "When did you get so big?" he laughed even louder now and his voice seems to be an octave lower, or more, than what I remembered. "You mean this?" he did a double biceps pose and I watch as both biceps rise to an impossible peak – I almost felt sorry for the sleeves. "I've been working on them all these while, what are you talking about?" he gestures me to a table nearby and asks me to sit down for a meal together. Trust me, I'm trying my very best to maintain my composure and this proves to be the hardest thing I've ever done with my life (pun totally intended). As we sit down, the chairs creeks under both our weight – have I been eating way too much recently? I shrugged the thought off and immediately put my attention back to the muscle beast in front of me. His stubble is really growing on me and his eyes are piercing blue now, as though able to see right through me and my every thought. For the very first time, I felt intimidated by my roommate – Charles and I can't help but wonder why he would ask me to see him here at where he works.

Hey everyone, here's Part 4 clocking in at just over 5000 words (it's a long one). Apologies again for how long it's taken, but I think his part is the best yet! Enjoy. Part 4: the road ahead He was panting, enormous pecs heaving. Cum coated his chest and muscle gut, mixing with sweat. His body glistened with sweat - wanking was a lot of effort for such a massive man. In the year since we had begun, he had ballooned with 167lbs of muscle, growing from 120lbs to a jaw-dropping 287lbs - at a mere 5’7”, no less. A stone a month, on average. He was a muscle god, a monster; this is what he was meant to be. His purpose on Earth was to grow, and my purpose was to help him. We were both stunned when he weighed himself live on video for me. I’d had to read out the weight, as he couldn’t see over his pecs anymore. Just another step in his transcendence of the normal world. The goal had been 250lbs, and I could tell he’d comfortably exceeded that...but 287lbs? Such growth should not have been possible. It took me a moment to actually get the words out; I was speechless, as was he. He sat back down in the chair, which creaked under his weight, and we just looked at each other in silence, smiles of pure joy on our faces. After a few moments, he gingerly asked, “Sir, may I -” I interjected, knowing what he wanted. “Wank like you’ve never wanked before, James. You’ve earned it.” He obliged, asking me the most touching question he could have while he did so: would I make him bigger? It was our equivalent of him asking me to marry him. Here he was, my most magnificent creation. In truth, I’d never expected him to reach the milestones I set - they were deliberately insane, impossible. They were tests of his commitment and determination - how far would he push himself for me, for his dream of more growth? But he demolished them, and surpassed them. I’d never made a man so big. Usually the regime becomes too much for them, and they have to give up, their hunger unsatisfied through their own weakness. Or I discard them when they prove sadly wanting. James, however, had taken the regime in his stride; he seemed to have unlimited stamina, endurance. The grotesquely overgrown and bloated body, swollen with hundreds of pounds of useless muscle, was the result. His life was gone; all he had was me and his oh-so huge body. He’d cut out his friends and family; he’d quit his job. All for growth. All for me. Now he’d grown so much that he could barely even live, struggling to wash himself, clothe himself, even pleasure himself. Yet he still wanted more, so much more. The ultimate addict. No other boy had ever proven themselves worthy - or capable - or advancing to the next, and final stage. James was the first - my first. Poor boy, I thought. So desperate, and oh so so hungry. He’s gone so far, but there’s much further he could go. We both knew it. This was the end of the beginning. I loved him, and I was struggling to hold back the emotions. “Please!” he pleads, he begs, between frantic thrusts, the hopelessly overdeveloped muscles jiggling from the bucking. His eyes crying out to me. “Make me bigger! I need it!” I smile again, the tears of joy and love flowing freely now. Such an eager boy. He is a wonder to behold - and I love him like nothing else. “I think that can be arranged,” I reply, flashing my smile - genuinely this time. There was no other answer I could give. He explodes. *** Sometimes you have decide based on instinct. When James was vying for my attention, he was one of several. Several boys all eager to prove to me that they wanted to test the limits of the male body, desperate to impress me and gain my favour. James was the most handsome, but also the smallest and least-developed. Others had already forced their bodies bigger, and in tearful confession professed their supposedly insatiable hunger for growth. On the surface, James had little to show, and made no grandiose demonstration of his supposed commitment; just a few hurried sentences uttered by a nervous little boy. But there had been something in his voice, a glint in his eye. The suggestion of something truly enormous itching to be released. He had intrigued, more than all the other candidates who had merely spouted on about how they “wanted to get huge”. There was something different about James, and on a hunch I’d taken a gamble and chosen him. And that is how I witnessed the most beautiful transformation a man could ever undergo. It was the best choice I’d ever made. Stage 3 was altogether different from those before. Before James, it had always been a hypothetical. No-one had ever made it before; they’d all washed out, unable to withstand the punishment of the process or my exacting demands. But not James. He alone had proven himself worthy. In that sense, this was a first for both of us. Neither of us had been in a relationship (a meaningful one at least) before; now that was going to change. Since I was but a child I’ve had a fascination with muscle. Or, to be more precise, with men growing muscle. Lots of it. Endless amounts of it. Like the hunger, yet different - the other side of the coin. My purpose was to make little boys into gods, rather than become a god myself. While I had gained a shallow form of joy and pleasure from making a number of men balloon, I had always been seeking ‘the one’. He who could take our mutual desires to never-before-seen extremes, he whom I could love, he whom I could adore. It seemed that I had found him, after seven long years. James was to move in with me (the final severing of all ties to his old, much smaller, self) and then, together, in love, we’d then see just how far he could go; just how big he could get. I would care for him as he grew too big to look after himself. He would no longer have to worry about trivial things such as money and food; I would take care of everything now. He could devote himself to his - to our - passion. The endless growth of his body. This is what I had always dreamed of. It was what he had always dreamed of. Our purpose was clear. I’d been paying his rent and bills for him since the beginning of the process, so winding that up was easy, but nonetheless symbolic. I admired his final leap of faith, his ultimate trust in me. If this went wrong, he’d have nothing. In a rational sense, it was a monumental risk. And yet, he knew it was no such thing. In truth, he had nothing to lose anymore. I, and the body we had built together, were all he had. He packed his few belongings in a duffel bag, and travelled to me. I was to meet him at the train station, with my home being a short walk away. As I walked to the station, my stomach was in knots. This was it. I was about to meet - in the flesh (all of it!) - the boy whom I had grown into a man, and fallen in love with. Part of me was panicking - would this work? Fantasy was one thing, reality was another, as I had told so many boys in my time. Were we really in love? This was our first meeting. I fought to suppress the doubts, to remember how I felt when we talked. 11:00am. The last chills of morning had faded, giving way to a temperate spring day. I reached the station, and looked around for the man of my dreams amongst the crowd. It wasn’t hard to find him. A man that large was rather conspicuous, after all. As soon as I saw him, all my doubts melted away. He was looking in a different direction to me, giving me a side-on view. He was simply gigantic. In person, his size was in perspective, making it clear how enormous he really was. So...thick. He had to be pushing on two feet, taking into account all that pec and back muscle. His soft, dirty blond hair was neatly styled, accentuating his stubble (a result of his shaving difficulties I suspected) and prominent cheekbones. He’d clearly put effort in for this meeting - which I found rather sweet. He was as handsome in the flesh as he had been on-screen. He was wearing a white cotton tee and shorts (little else fit him now), which were painted on. His upper body was threatening to explode out of the shirt, which highlighted each massively swollen muscle group. His nipples pressed against the fabric, stretched taut as it was across his overdeveloped musculature. His duffel bag was slung over one shoulder, looking comically small compared to his body. Passers-by were staring at him, mostly in disgust at how someone could do that to themselves. Gaze upon his glory, you ignorant fools, I thought. They didn’t understand. Yes, he was a freak. But he wanted to be one. It was his choice. His destiny. His purpose. As I moved toward him, he must have caught me out of the corner of his eye, as he turned to face me. His face lit up in the most heart-warming smile, and mine involuntarily did the same. We came together, meeting halfway (him waddling adorably). Introductions weren’t necessary, we immediately entered into a heartfelt embrace. The contrast between us was hilarious, and arousing. I was 25, 5’6” and a svelte 110lbs. He was 20, 5’7” and 290lbs (I’d later find out he had grown another 3lbs in the last week). My arms wrapped tightly around him just below his lats, unable to make the slightest impression. His roid gut pushed into my own belly, while his muscles completely smothered me. All around me was muscle - pec, bicep, forearm. I was drowning in a veritable ocean of muscle. He was holding me firmly, but gently (his strength was as insane as his body). We said nothing, holding the embrace for a good minute. I drank in his scent - manly, but soft, with a hint of sweat - and the sensation of his muscles, letting his warmth suffuse into me. It all felt so...right. I could stay like this for hours. Both of us knew, in that moment, that this was meant to be. There could be no doubt. When we eventually broke the hug, we looked at each other. He smiled nervously; in contrast, my nerves were completely gone. For all his great size and strength, he was still the submissive one, needing me to take the lead and set the direction. I took his hand, exercising control, but also making clear to him that we were most definitely okay. I led James by the hand like a puppy to where I lived, ignoring the stares directed towards him. The short journey was a blur, and within a couple of minutes I had ushered him in and closed my door. I turned to face, and stepped close. He dropped the duffel bag on the floor, and I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He returned it hungrily, and the kiss became more passionate, our tongues battling it out in our mouths. He pushed me against the wall, his pillow-sized pecs holding my measly weight in place. He moaned softly in satisfaction, while I breathed, “I’ve been waiting for this.” My hands eagerly grabbed at his muscles, and I tried to pull his shirt off, but it got caught on his lats. He simply brought his own hands up - calloused from all the weights - and tore the shirt clean in two, from collar to hem, exposing his body to me for the first time in the flesh. I gave a sharp intake of breath. There was just...so much of it. Mountains upon mountains of hard muscle, fighting each for other space. Hundreds of pounds of overgrown mass spilling in all directions, stretch marks testament to how fast he had grown. I broke the kiss, and stood there silently for a moment, admiring what James and I had built. The most glorious body I had ever seen; a monument to our love built of rock-hard flesh. I sighed in pleasure, and attacked that body with my mouth, tongue and hands. I spent the next 5 hours worshipping, appreciating, and sampling every last inch of his gloriously swollen body. For months I had wanted to do this, and I was making up for lost time. I kissed and licked his biceps and triceps - all 24 inches of them - as he flexed and pumped them for me, my tongue tracing the grooves, curves and crevices made by each head of muscle. I buried my head in his armpit - a vast cavern of muscle rippled with stretch marks - and drank deeply of his muscleboy sweat, armpit hair tickling my face. I teased and sucked his nipples while he slowly, methodically, bounced his pecs, and lapped up the fine layer of sweat that covered the downy, pillow-sized muscles, while my hands kneaded his cannonball shoulders. And so it went on, both of us groaning throughout. He obediently flexed and pumped every muscle at my command, enjoying my appreciation at the immense body he had built. He was my trophy, and he was proud of how impressed I was. By the end, we were both naked, cocks aching for release. I got to my feet, having finished savouring his enormous legs, and kissed him again. His hips bucked at the contact, our cocks rubbing against each other. I pulled away. “Suck,” I commanded. He knew what I meant. He negotiated himself to his knees (at his size, it was easy to overbalance) and gently, lovingly, placed his lips over my manhood. I exhaled sharply, looking down at his huge body, on his knees, pleasuring me. This was my dream made real. He hungrily sucked me, eager to taste my seed...I guessed (accurately) that he had long dreamed of this as well. “Pleasure yourself,” I offered, “but don’t make a mess.” One of his hands immediately clamped around his raging cock and began furiously pumping while he sucked me. He did not have to wait long: looking down on my grotesquely huge lover I was soon shooting, cumming like I never had before. He swallowed it all eagerly, a smile of ecstasy plastered on his face. Me cumming triggered him, and his bucked as he shot into his hand. He was careful to catch every drop, as per my command, before eating his own seed as well. My orgasm exhausted me, my brain overloaded from all the sensations. I stumbled on my feet, but suddenly his arms were around me and I was being carried (like a child - I weighed nothing to him) to my bed. He tenderly set me down, and then stood there. I chuckled and gave him permission to join me. The bed positively groaned under his weight, and he caused the mattress to sink, resulting in me sliding into him. Not that I was complaining; I snuggled up to him, resting my head in the groove between his pec and shoulder, while he placed his arm protectively over me. It was a prodigious weight in and of itself, but not uncomfortable. The warmth of his body suffused me. We lay there in thought. “What are your limits?” I asked. He was silent for a moment. “I don’t know,” he softly replied. “Much bigger than this. I still feel so small. Now that I’ve started, I don’t know whether I could stop, even if I wanted to.” I sensed he had more to say, so I said nothing. “I think of the boy I was...I’ve buried him in so much muscle. But the hunger is as great as ever, like I’m still that 120lb nobody. At first I just thought about being big, then a bodybuilder, then a mass monster...it doesn’t end. I don’t think it ever will.” He paused again. “It’s limitless, endless.” He looked me in the eye. I met his gaze, peering into his heart and soul. “Sir...grow me until you can’t grow me anymore. No limits. Don’t stop, no matter what.” I squeeze his lat lovingly, and nod in comprehension. “We’ll start tomorrow.” *** He was no fool. James knew what he had asked me to do. And I had been fully aware when I accepted. I was not surprised, knowing him as intimately as I did. But it was important that this final stage was done by mutual consent, given its end point. On the hand it pained me, loving him as I did. But on the other, this was destiny. It was meant to be. Quite simply, we were going to grow him to immobility and beyond. We did not know how long it would take, only that it would happen. Even his body, resilient as it was, could not endure the process forever. But in so doing, we would live in sublime happiness, exploring the extremities of humanly possible muscle growth. Full-time care, immobility...these were steps on the road. He would die in the end, but he would die a god. First off was helping him wash. My shower was a large walk-in one, meaning both of us easily fit. I gently cleaned every inch of his body - which he could no longer easily do - worshipping him along the way. I didn’t take long before he was on his knees milking me once again. Then it was straight to work. He came on the spot when I injected him with the first dose of his new cycle - one so extreme even the hardened pros would turn it down. He bowed his head in embarrassment, waiting to be punished. I stroked his cheek, raising his head to meet my gaze, smiled and lightly kissed him. “I’ll forgive my boy’s overexcitement this time...just don’t make a habit of it.” With the steroids (and other things) flowing through him, we made love for the first time. I straddled his roid gut, my erection thrusting proudly forward, and looked upon his body, laying spread-eagle beneath me. It was as if I were an aeroplane, flying over the most beautiful landscape below. Acres of muscle stretched in all directions, complete with mountains, valleys and forests. I took a moment to again admire what we had built. And to think it was just the beginning. What would he look like at 350? 400? The best days were still to come. On that note, I dived down to beginning worshipping his muscles once again. An hour later he was on all fours, his enormous backside - two globular glutes the size of my torso - thrust outward. It was time for me to claim him. I was no especial fan of anal sex per se, but this was a symbolic act...and I couldn’t deny that the thought of conquering my massive boy was rather enticing. I scrambled up the huge leg muscles to mount him, noting the ludicrous size difference between us. My tiny body perched upon his Herculean one. I positioned myself, and breathed deeply, before cleanly thrusting all the way inside him in a single motion. He groaned like a horse, and his glutes bucked into my hips, almost sending me flying from the strength. Fortunately, I was using his shoulders as rather sturdy handholds. After another pause while he recovered his composure, I then began thrusting. It didn’t take long before my own composure was lost, and I was pounding him like a jackhammer, with all the power I could muster. He absorbed that power as if it were nothing (and to him, it wasn’t). But he was in ecstasy, roaring with pleasure every time I thrusted. “Conquer me Sir, breed your growing boy...make me immobile…” “You wanna get bigger, little boy?” I panted. “Please Sir, make me bigger...grow me…” he begged. “What was that?” I teased, thrusting ever faster, sweat running down my forehead. “Please, grow me...grow me...GROW ME!” he screamed, as I came inside him. My puny body spasmed uselessly against his grotesquely overgrown mass, firing every last drop of cum I had into him. He was also spasming, but desperately trying not to cum. My edict remained in place, after all: he could only cum with my permission. And I hadn’t given it - deliberately. His eyes rolled back in his head, hips bucking like a bull, as I clung on, fingers digging into his shoulders. After a couple of minutes the bucking slowed, and came to a stop. He’d held it in. I loosened my grip, and stroked his cheek and withdrew from his arse (he whimpered as I did so), the glutes twitching as if hungry for more. “Good boy,” I told him, smiling in the aftermath of our love. “Now, you go to the gym. If you come back pumped enough I may just let you pleasure yourself.” He nodded like a puppy, and I kissed him. *** He stood naked in front of my wide mirror, studying his reflection as he casually flexed different muscles. His cock was hard, throbbing rhythmically. I came up behind him. “What’s up?” I asked. He brought his arms up for a double biceps, the engorged muscles ballooning larger than his head. I couldn’t help but suck in air, and my cock twitched heavily. He brought them down after a couple of seconds. “I’m a freak, aren’t I? How big I am, how much I’ve grown, that I still want to get bigger...all of it. I’m sick in the head.” I nod. No point in denying it now, given how far he’s gone. I had decided we’d only weigh him every 6 months, to increase the suspense. It had been 3 months since we’d met at the station, and he’s visibly grown since them. I’d guess he was somewhere in the 320s, but at his size it was hard to tell. “You are, yes. It isn’t ‘normal’ to want to do what you’ve done. But then I’m not ‘normal’ for finding it the most beautiful and erotic thing on Earth. If you’re ill, so am I.” I shrug at that, and put my arms around his waist, my chin resting on his mountainous shoulder. “We’re happy, right?” He nods back, smiling softly. “Happier than I’ve ever been. I feel alive for the first time. Knowing that I have built this body. Knowing that every day I’m bigger. Knowing that I’m growing with the man I love.” He turns his head to me, eyes giving me that ‘this is my soul you’re about to see’ look. “This feeling, this lifestyle,” he continues, “Is all I’ve ever wanted. Please...make it never stop.” I smile and kiss him gently. “I’ll do my best.” He picks me up, carries me over to the settee, and sits me down on his lap. This has become a habit of ours, where we’ll snuggle and read together. His enormous quads provide a more-than-ample cushion for me, and his pecs are perfect to rest my head against. His arms enclose around me, enveloping me in walls of muscle. There is little more soothing and comforting for me. I immediately feel myself relaxing into his muscles, feeling them push back against my feeble weight. We do this every day, and every couple of sessions I can feel he’s bigger. Something’s a little harder, or sticks out a little more, or is a little heavier. It’s exhilarating. We’re currently reading Tolstoy’s War and Peace. A bit of long one, I know, but I felt its theme was appropriate to our situation. James enjoyed it as much as I did, hearing of lost characters stumbling through life’s twists and turns, coming together in love. There was more than a passing equivalence to our own tale, we both thought. Not to mention the book was simply great, truly one of the greatest works of literature humanity has ever produced. We sit there in silence, reading one page at a time, occasionally giving small reactions - a chuckle to something humorous, or a tsk when some character is being a dick (not uncommon in War and Peace). I always finished the two pages first, with him a few seconds behind; when he finished, he’d give a sign - usually by flexing a muscle - and I’d turn the page and we’d carry on. *** 358lbs. He groaned as I announced it, precum leaking from his desperately hard cock. 68lbs in 6 months. Slower than his previous rate, but to be expected given his size now. Still damn impressive. I had worshipped his ballooning body every single day of those 6 months. Knowing that his muscles were bigger each and every time my lips and hands touched them was pure sex to me. Stretch marks spread from his armpits across his shoulders, pecs and lats, as his body struggled to keep up with the process. Discovering new ones when I sampled his body was a small joy in and of itself. His face - his beautiful, handsome face - wore a look of perpetual bliss, the pleasure centres of his brain firing constantly from the unceasing cycle of lifting, eating, roids, worship and sex. Our love had only grown with his body, making the last 6 months the best of both of our lives. We were perfect fits in every way. And there was still so much more to come. I took a moment to look upon the monumental body we had built together. His head was framed by traps that nearly brushed his ears, and sat atop a thick bull-neck. That neck flowed into shoulders so broad he couldn’t fit through door frames, each shoulder the size of a football, the three caps of muscle fighting each other for space. From those boulder-like shoulders hang arms the size of tree trunks. Horseshoe triceps that thrust three inches outwards when he flexed, and biceps bigger than his head made for upper arms approaching 30 inches in circumference. After them came forearms the size of my legs, contoured with the striations of the muscles and coated in a perfectly soft layer of light brown hair. I liked to stroke my cheek with that hair when we lay in bed together. Then came his pecs. Pecs had always been my favourite muscles, and James carried the most enormous pair I had ever seen (virtually or physically). They were the size of pillows, with a cleavage so deep it swallowed my hand all the way to my wrist. Sagging under their own weight, it took nearly a second for him to bounce the whole muscle, creating this glorious slow-motion ripple effect of muscle as he did so. The ensemble was completed by a coat of soft fur that made them sublime to rest my head on. The width of his shoulders required him to turn sideways to get through doors, and the thickness of his pecs meant doors were becoming narrow in that orientation as well. Just another step on the road. Worshipping those gigantic mounds of muscle alone could make me cum. Below his prodigious pec shelf came his roid gut. 8 abs, each the size of my hand, ideal for running my tongue over. I particularly enjoyed lapping up the sweet gym sweat from the crevices between each of the muscles. If it hadn’t been for the rest of his muscle, the gut would’ve made him look obese from its size. The gut was framed by a set of lats that stretched over a foot outwards when he flexed, forcing his arms to rest at a 40 degree angle to his sides, and fjords of intercostal muscles. It was as if every muscle in his body, from the greatest to the smallest, was stupendously overgrown. It served to give his abdomen the appearance of a granite column. Then came his manhood. Permanently erect from the sheer pleasure of his vast body, and from being high on an obscene cocktail of drugs, his penis stood at proud attention, almost saluting our efforts to make him even bigger. It was framed by two mammoth sets of quads, each bigger than his waist (which was very bloated from his roid gut), the four heads of muscle engaged in a ferocious battle of space. They bulged out in a landscape of peaks and troughs, taking up so much space that James found walking tiring. Each step required him to swing his leg out wide to get it around his other leg; it was slow, tiring work but gave him a delightful lumbering waddle. The bulging quadriceps flowed into calves the size of my head, rising an inch outward when flexed. Even his feet had accommodate his ever-increasing weight. I spent the whole day worshipping every millimetre of that body, culminating in me claiming him with such passion I nearly passed out. As we snuggled in bed afterwards, my head resting on his pec (he covered the whole bed nowadays), I softly asked him an important question. “Where next?” I sensed him pondering the question. Although I wanted him to get bigger (limits were for the weak), it was important that we both understand where each of us was coming from. His size was having a lot of consequences for him now, and if he didn’t want to go further I would accept that. There was more than enough of him to enjoy as was; more would of course be nice, but not essential. I felt a rumble develop through his pec, indicating he was about to speak, and looked up to his (still boyishly handsome) face. He was smiling, but his voice carried worry that I doubted him, that I wasn’t going to make him bigger. “I’m still mobile, Sir. You promised to make me immobile. I’m still just a little boy. Please Sir, make me a big boy. Please.” It was partly sex talk, but also serious. I flashed him my smile. “You won’t be mobile for much longer if I have anything to do with it, believe me. We’ll make you a big boy, you have my word.” His smile broadened with simple joy.

Part 2 here. Again, all feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Part 2: realising his potential Let’s pause on that image for a moment. You may be wondering how we got here? How we ended up watching, through a screen, an overgrown freak wank himself off over the thought of more muscle? You see, I’m a facilitator. An enabler. I provide some muscle-hungry boys the means they require to embrace their destiny, to become the men they have always (knowingly or not) wanted to be. Allow me to elaborate. I’m careful with my selections. There are many boys who want to ‘get huge’. Most of them are unsuitable. I’m not interested in someone who just wants to look ‘hot’, and use their muscles to get sex. I didn’t waste my time on such types. No, the boys I’m interested in aren’t about looks at all. My boys are slaves to their hunger, and their only interest is in feeding it. In growing for the simple pleasure of growing. There is no end, no limit, for the hunger never stops. Like all addicts, these boys seek out those who can support their addiction. I am one of those. I give them the means to dedicate themselves to serving their hunger - and they love me for it. His name was James (not that it matters - he was just a boy; they all are). He was a hot boy of 19, 5’7” and 120lbs when he first reached out, saying he wanted to ‘transcend’. He was shy, embarrassed, and insecure as I probed his desires, his motivations. This was the first time he had discussed the hunger - in any depth anyway - with someone. But I was kind, cajoling and encouraging, and he lapped it up. The answers he gave to my deciding questions told me everything I needed to know. My curiosity was, admittedly, peaked as he poured his heart out to me. At just 19, the poor boy was already completely lost to the hunger, and its appetite was already so voracious. Quite remarkable, considering he hadn’t even indulged it much. I wagered that his potential was incredible. He just needed me to provide him with the release - and the permission - to serve his hunger in full. That’s what they always seek. Freedom from the shame of serving the hunger, and the means to do so. Permission to become a bodybuilder, and ignore society’s judgement of their ‘neurotic’ needs. I am only too happy to provide it, for the right boy - and for the right price. As I said, I’m a facilitator; I provide with all they need to grow, should they wish it. “How big do you really want to get?” “No limits, as big as possible.” “They always say that," I countered. It was true - I had encountered, and quickly discarded, many fantasists in the past. "But few really mean it, or comprehend what it takes -” He interrupts, his voice impassioned but desperate. It was the hunger speaking. He couldn’t afford to lose this opportunity, so he was going to come out of his shell...reveal the hunger in all its glory, in the hope that it would be enough to convince me. “This is all I want. All day, I think about it. Every night, I dream about it. I can’t stop. Nothing else makes me hard anymore. Everything revolves around growing. I don’t want a ‘normal life’. I want to be so huge I can’t live a normal life anymore. But I need your help.” I’m silent while I digest this. Party while I think, partly for the suspense. Don’t judge me. One has to enforce dependency from the beginning. But in truth, he’s affected me more than he realises - I’ve never seen such passion (at this early stage anyway) before. He stands at the edge of abyss, begging me to give him the final nudge to take plunge, and be lost forever. Little did I suspect back then that I would be holding his hand as the abyss took him. Fearing my silence, he whispers (while letting out a sound that can only be described as a sob): “Please...make me bigger…” I give a slight nod, to myself more than him, having come to a decision. He has convinced me with his hunger, his impassioned need. I give him a warm smile. Time to give him the release he craves so much. “Fear not, my poor, starving, boy. I will provide what you need.” Then came my price. It was steep - it always is - but they never spurn my offer. I know them too well. In return for providing everything he needed, I would own him. He was to be chaste, only pleasuring himself when I gave him permission. All my commands had to be followed without question. He was to provide weekly ‘progress reports’. He was to abandon all his life - work, friends, the lot. But most importantly, he had to put on 30lbs of lean muscle in 4 months, or I would discard him. He accepted without hesitation, as I knew he would. The trick was, of course, that I never expected him to reach that goal. It was nigh impossible. But his inevitable failure would only push him deeper into dependency on me, closing the circle. Call me cruel, call me a manipulative bastard if you want. But know this: they could always say no. They never do. He said he’d been working out for a year already, and put on 20lbs. I pretended to care. I was not interested in him for what he was, but for what he would become. I looked at him and saw a concept: the limits of human muscularity. I wondered how far he could go. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before he began to show me. Released from his own psychological constraints, as well as the chains of trying to live a ‘life’, he grew - fast. He lifted twice a day, and when he wasn’t at the gym he gorged himself on food and supplements. I was impressed by his devotion; I didn’t even have to encourage him. This is who he really was. And now he was free. He was visibly bigger for each of our weekly ‘progress reports’ - by which I mean a video chat where he flexed naked live and I examined every minute detail of his body, before asking him questions. He was constantly hard, such was the effect of his rapid growth, but I had not given him permission to pleasure himself. He obeyed the terms of our agreement to the letter. It was 2 months in he began to get the armpit stretch marks that are the telltale sign of a rapidly growing boy. I estimated he’d put on 15lbs already - which impressed me. Could he actually do it? Grow 30lbs in 4 months? Maybe. We’d soon find out. I’d forbidden him from weighing himself, to add to the suspense, but I was good at guessing this sort of thing. Call it experience, if you want. Even at this early stage I was developing a sense of his potential, and that aroused me like little else. His shoulders began to widen, his chest thicken, and arms swell. Separations between his biceps and triceps appeared, while his quads began to develop a shape for the first time. I signalled my approval, and he lapped it up. You would do well to ask whom he was doing all of this for. Himself, or me? Perhaps both. I’ll leave you to think on it. I told him how I was going to make him so big he couldn’t scratch his back. So huge he couldn’t run. So enormously bloated and swollen with muscle he couldn’t even wank. I told him how I was going to destroy his life, make him a freak, leave him a useless heap of muscle. And how that, even after all he had lost everything for muscle, he’d still grow bigger. As I told him his future, all he could do was groan while his cock raged. But I denied him permission to pleasure himself. He continued to grow over the next 2 months. If anything, he picked up the pace, inspired by my prophecy of his future. He’d gone from a lithe hot boy to a well-built gym rat, his body carrying a real heft to it for the first time. He couldn’t even begin to conceal the thrill that coursed through him as he saw his body grow. But, of course, I didn’t want him to. That was all part of the fun. To see him amazed, in awe, at his own body. After 4 months came the moment of truth. He weighed himself live for me. He was clearly terrified that he’d not met my 30lbs requirement. Although that milestone was merely a sham I had conceived to ensnare him, it was clear he’d gone much further - to my surprise, I must say - but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I was nonetheless intrigued to see just how much he’d grown, however. Neither of us had to wait long. 157lbs. He let out a sigh of relief. 37lbs of muscle in 4 months. I was impressed, and gave him a smile to show I was pleased - the first time I had done so. He licked his lips in response, and began flexing for me. There was a confidence, a cockiness, in him - the boy liked his new muscle. “Have I grown enough, Sir?” My smile faded as my eyes met his own. “No,” I replied, deadly serious, my face deadpan. His confidence faltered as did his erection; the desperate boy was still there. He was confident in being my trophy, nothing more. The confidence was submissive in nature - he was entirely dependent on me, and the imbalance between us was only going to grow with his body. It was thrilling. “You’ll need to at least double in size before I think of the word ‘enough’. Don’t ever mention it again.” His raging cock told me exactly what he thought about that, as did his terrified eyes. Terrified at the thought I was not happy with him. That he would fail me. I smiled again to reassure the boy. “But you’ve done well. I’m proud of how much you’ve grown. Time to move up a level.” This was the final step, really. There were more stages to come in this process, but this was the last time he’d be able to walk away. I knew he wouldn’t, of course. I would never have chosen him otherwise. Once he was on the steroids and lost control of his ballooning body, there would be no going back for him. The boy wasn’t stupid - he knew that. But he was willing. Steroids are a crude tool. If I’m honest, I don’t especially like them. They lack the finesse and elegance of natural bodybuilding. Of perfectly disciplined diet and training. That was the true, pure growth. I cannot, however, deny their effectiveness. For extreme and rapid growth, they are an unfortunate necessity. Needs must, as they say. The end justifies the means. His cock, rock hard, twitched and leaked as I detailed what Stage 2 would involve. He moaned as I listed the steroid stacks and cycles he’d be taking. His hunger lapped it all up. It seemed the boy liked steroids more than I did. Or perhaps he liked what they would do to him? I didn’t much care; the result would be the same. “In 8 months’ time - a year since we began - you must weigh 250lbs, or I will discard you.” There was a sharp intake of breath, his cock tensed, and his hand moved to grasp it...but his control won out, and his hand stopped mid-air. I had not given him permission. I had, however, commanded him to grow 93lbs in just 8 months. It seemed impossible. Normally it would be. It was another sham milestone, like the last. But with him, perhaps not. Time would tell. With the hunger, growth will come naturally. I couldn’t wait to see my 5’7” boy that swollen. My cock (hidden from his view, of course) aches at the thought. It would be glorious...but still only the Second Stage. His eyes were begging me, his breath ragged, but he dare not ask. I gave him my smile again, and saw him melt. “Pleasure yourself, my growing boy. You’ve earned it.”

This story was done as a commission for creatively-bankrupt on Tumblr. It contains some pretty heavy (for me) BDSM stuff towards the end, big time daddykink and masculinity kinks, but also LOTS of growth and fun. If that all sounds good to you, read on. ------------------------------- “Not Too Naughty?” Tommy Hanson sighs, staring at the blinking neon sign above the dated, 80s-era sex shop his boyfriend has dragged him into. “Can’t I just wear a pin like last year?” “Babe. It’s three days to pride and you’ve been working out. We’re getting you something slutty.” Zack, Tommy’s boyfriend, sifts through racks of brightly colored jockstraps as he tries to encourage his nervous (some might say repressed) beau. “I don’t work out to show off though! I look good for myself.” Tommy grimaces at the racks of toys and lube, briefly acknowledging the bottled blonde sitting at the checkout counter. She’s on her phone, and doesn’t look up as the two pass by. “And for me.” Zack chuckles. He’s moved toward the back of the store, where the more exotic gear is hiding. “What about some leather? You’d look good in leather.” “Guys like me don’t wear leather.” Tommy keeps his distance from the cuffs, straps, and other fetish pieces surrounding the pair. “I don’t have the body for that at all.” “Confidence, youngling. Oooh, what about this?” Zack pulls out a black studded harness, metal pieces clinking as they dangle beneath. “Maybe pair it with a jock or something and you’re set!” “I’m not set. I don’t even have a set, I have bird chest.” Zack cranes his neck down and kisses his boyfriend’s forehead, locking eyes with him. “Well I think you’re sexy as hell.” “I just don’t wanna look stupid.” Tommy slumps his shoulders, looking dejected. “Tommy. You’re the only person who would think that. Remember the outfits we saw last year?” “But what if I get sunbu-” Zack cuts Tommy off. “I’m hearin’ lots of excuses. Just try it on. For me.” “No fitting rooms.” The woman at the register chimes in, curtly. Tommy shrugs. “Ah, no fitting rooms. That’s too ba-” “Tommy.” The two stare at eachother, Tommy’s arms crossed. “Just put it on over your shirt or something. I wanna see it on you.” Tommy stretches his arms outward, sighing as his boyfriend wraps the harness around his chest, twisting him around to fasten it. Zack tightens the straps around Tommy’s chest, letting it pull Tommy’s shirt taut around his lean frame. His toned pecs are nicely outlined in the teal fabric, nipples hard from the cool air. Zack weaves around Tommy and the surrounding racks to get in a good look. “And just like that, you’re even sexier.” Tommy’s face reddens. “Ey, there a mirror in here?” Zack motions to the cashier. The blonde wordlessly points to a floor-to-ceiling mirror towards the side, which Zack eagerly drags his boyfriend towards. Tommy looks at his reflection, scanning the straps of the harness down his frame. Zack ducks out from behind him and grins. “Now you see? Sexy as fuck.” Zack grabs Tommy’s ass, making his boyfriend jump in the process. “… you’re killin’ me babe.” A slight smile crosses Tommy’s face as Zack’s hand runs up his back to his shoulders. Soon, Tommy feels Zack’s hot breath against his ear. “You’d look even sexier if you were buried balls deep in me.” Zack whispers to his boyfriend as he pushes his crotch into Tommy’s thigh and kisses his neck softly, massaging his partner’s shoulders. Tommy stiffens at the thought and takes a breath, his jeans tightening. “Maybe tonight, you can see for yourself.” Tommy turns his head and kisses his boyfriend. The two start to get handsy, Zack’s hand running down Tommy’s chest as he grinds into his companion’s ass. “Ahem.” The pair looks up to see the cashier staring at them, stone-faced. Giggling, Zack unfastens the harness and Tommy pulls it over his head, mussing his blonde hair and making his shirt ride up to expose the smooth V shape he’s been working tirelessly to maintain. “S-sorry, little uh… excited.” Zack chuckles as he pulls out his wallet, Tommy tugging his shirt back down when he realizes his excitement is, well, visible. He shuffles back behind his boyfriend, pushing his denim-clad hardon into the crevice of Zack’s ass. Zack hisses, elbowing him away. “Save it for bedroom, baby.” - - - - - - - - The door to Tommy’s apartment opens, the pair sloppily making out as they stumble inside and slam the door behind them. Zack drops his pink shopping bag and pulls Tommy down onto the couch, sucking at Tommy’s neck as the blonde moans aloud. Zack pops open Tommy’s jeans and reaches into his black briefs, pulls out Tommy’s rigid hardon, and licks a stripe up the shaft with purpose. Tommy bites his lip as his boyfriend tongues the head of his cock, eyes fluttering as Zack wraps his fist around Tommy’s member. Tommy thrusts into his boyfriend’s hand, groaning, when the vigorous pumps of his cock come to a stop. He cranes his neck upward and watches Zack strip, his partner making a show as he tugs his shirt over his head, his pants falling to the ground exposing the tented boxers beneath. Zack cranks his cock through the fabric, the two young men watching eachother jerk. “Babe?” Zack pulls his boxers down and lets his hard cock spring upward, precum slicking the tip. “Yeah?” Tommy moans out, thumbing the head of his hardon. “I wanna break in that new harness of yours.” Tommy shuts his eyes, laughing. “Already with the harness… jesus Zack.” He pushes his blonde locks back, shaking his head. “You’re going to look so sexy in it… fuck, can just imagine riding your cock with you wearing it.” Zack saunters over to his boyfriend and tugs his jeans off, Tommy’s briefs sliding down his smooth legs. Tommy sits up, his arms out. “Get the harness.” Zack twists toward the bag and bends over, tugging his asscheek back to expose his pink, tight hole to his boyfriend. He slaps his ass, thrusting it back towards Tommy, and ruffles through the shopping bag to grab the harness. “Get on up, babe...” Zack grabs the harness as Tommy stands up. He drapes the straps across Tommy’s shoulder, pushing his cock against his boyfriend’s and feeling the slick of their precum mixing. With a few clinks and snaps, the harness is in place and Zack steps away, admiring his handiwork. “Oughta call you daddy, fuck.” Zack jerks himself at the sight, the studded leather straps tight around Tommy’s lithe frame. “You can call me whatever you want, I just wanna stuff my cock in you so fuckin’ bad right now.” Tommy pants, his hand migrating to his right nipple and twiddling with the pink nub. Zack tugs Tommy by the harness towards his bedroom and falls back onto the bed. He spreads his legs, thighs opening wide as his companion retrieves a bottle of lube from his dresser. Tommy squeezes the clear lube on his palm and slicks his fingers, tossing the tube away to stroke himself as he steps toward his waiting boyfriend. Kneeling to the mattress, Tommy pushes his index finger into Zack’s opening, watching his cock jump as he’s penetrated. Zack pulls his arms back behind his head, thrusting his chest upward as another finger follows, Tommy working his entrance carefully. “C’mon daddy… want you to fuck my hole so fuckin’ hard...” Zack’s cock bobs with each flex of Tommy’s digits, a third entering him as Tommy teases Zack’s prostate. Precum bubbles from Zack’s cock as Tommy prods at his most sensitive space, Zack bucking upwards with a moan. Tommy pulls his fingers from Zack’s opening and positions himself, his hands on Zack’s torso as his wet cock kisses Zack’s hole. Zack shivers, bucking up once again. “Do it stud… f-fuck me...” Zack practically gasps as Tommy enters him, eyes closing as his beau eases in. With his full length inside, Tommy takes a breath. “Don’t you wanna watch daddy fuck you?” Tommy purrs. Zack’s eyes shoot open, meeting Tommy’s predatory gaze. He nods, taking a breath as Tommy starts to rock into him. The two are silent for the most part, only their harried breathing audible, when Zack begins to moan. “F-fuck… c’mon daddy.. fuckin big, sexy fuckin stud…” Zack groans between his deep breaths, Tommy’s pace quickening with the encouragement of his bottom. Tommy clenches his teeth, his thighs beginning to slap Zack’s ass as he fucks his lover in earnest. Zack’s eyes begin to droop once again, his head tilting back as his cock bounces with the rhythm of Tommy’s thrusts. Tommy reaches down and scoops up Zack’s legs, pulling him toward the edge of the mattress and spreading him further as he pistons into him, his balls slapping Zack’s cheeks as he fucks him. “W-want you to cum in me daddy, fill my hole babe...” Zack moans, strings of pre stretching from his dick to his shaved torso. “Y-yeah? You want me to breed you?” Tommy snarls. “Gonna breed your tight hole, daddy’s gonna fuckin’ fill… fuckin’ fill you up, fuck… fuck…” Teeth still clenched, Tommy bucks into his boyfriend as he feels his release bubbling up within him. Hunching over, Tommy thrusts vigorously into Zack, mouth opening as his groans of pleasure crescendo. “Fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tommy’s body quivers as he cums deep within his lover, pumping into him with labored thrusts as hot seed fills Zack’s hole. Zack’s eyes widen, rolling back as his cock sputters and pulses white strings across his stomach, veins of his cock pulsating as Tommy cums inside of him. Sweat beads down Tommy’s chest, veins rippling across his shoulders and pecs, his body stiffening as he orgasms. Zack opens his eyes, in orgasmic bliss but locking onto Tommy’s shoulders, watching them spread outward beneath the light of his bedroom. “T-Tommy.. Tommy… f-fuck...” He tries to call attention, but Tommy’s lost in lust as Zack watches the unbelievable sight above him. The crevice of Tommy’s pecs deepens, black hairs sprouting across his chest as the V of his waist deepens, the smooth, toned surface of his abdominals tightening into hard, squared shapes. Zack stares at his boyfriend, his orgasm tapering as he sees Tommy’s jaw clench and stretch, tightening into an angular silhouette. With a deep groan, Tommy collapses on top of his boyfriend, his chin sprouting fur that scratches at the surface of Zack’s pecs. Wide-eyed, Zack stares at the ceiling and listens to Tommy’s huffs of pleasure, the moans deeper than he’s ever heard from his partner. He feels Tommy’s orgasm tapering off and reaches across his boyfriend’s back, poking him. “Tommy… holy fuckin’ shit, dude… wake up, babe…” Zack pokes Tommy’s shoulderblade, surprised by the firmness of the skin and muscle. Heaving, Tommy pushes himself off of his boyfriend in a daze. Up-close, Zack notices the fuzz that now trails down his chiseled jaw and across a vascular neck, his eyebrows thicker. “Am I crazy?” Zack blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of the sight. Tommy runs his hands through his hair, black fuzz across the back of his palms leading to strong, hairy biceps. In the span of a few moments, Tommy looks as if he’s aged ten years.. and gained twenty pounds of solid strength in the meantime. “Fuck, babe. I’m breathless.” Tommy gets his grips as Zack scans Tommy’s body, whispy black hair spiraled across his chest that now rests on the straps of his harness, his nipples a vivid pink. With a wet SLURP, Tommy pulls out of his boyfriend, his cock hanging between his legs with new girth as he steps back. “What just… what fucking happened right there?” Zack wipes sweat from his brow, letting his legs hang off the bed as he looks across Tommy’s furry thighs and reddened, wet cock. “What are you talking about?” Tommy rubs his forehead, still sort of dazed, and lets out a loud yawn. He scratches his chest, the short black fuzz tickling his fingers. “You’re fucking… this is not real, can’t be, no fuckin’ way...” Zack sits up, taking another breath as he tries to make sense of what he just saw. Tommy turns away from his boyfriend, showing his expanded, round ass as he strides toward the bathroom, reaching back to undo his harness as the door closes. “What are you doing Tommy? We gotta talk!” Zack gets up and bangs on the bathroom door, incredulous. “I gotta shower. Feel like a fuckin’ train hit me.” The deeper voice groans from behind the door as Zack hears the shower being turned on. “Something definitely hit you, but it wasn’t a fucking train. You just like… hulked out on me! For real!” “Dunno what you’re talking about man, unless you’re talkin’ about my gains. Hah.” Zack hears the plink of the shower curtain closing, trails of cum leaking down his thighs as he works to piece together what he just saw. He sinks down onto the apartment’s wood floor, zoning out from exhaustion and sheer disbelief. A few minutes go by and the door opens behind him, and Zack snaps out of it and looks up towards his boyfriend. Water drips across Tommy’s sculpted pecs, catching on the tiny hairs that circle his nipples. His blonde hair has gotten darker, the roots almost black. A towel is wrapped around his waist, sitting perfectly at his grooved adonis belt. “Your turn, don’t get cum on the floor or else I’ll make you clean it up.” Tommy smirks, pushing past his boyfriend to his bedroom, towel falling as he shuts his door. Zack shakes his head and heads into the bathroom to clean up. - - - - - - - - - - - Zack and Tommy have always had an open relationship, but Tommy was never one to explore his sexuality. Yet as Zack enters Tommy’s room, he finds his boyfriend sprawled across the bed, setting up a Grindr account wearing nothing but a pair of oh-so-tight briefs. Tommy’s nonchalant demeanor about what occurred less than an hour ago has Zack on edge, but Zack can’t push the subject – Tommy just insists Zack’s crazy. “Maybe we should sort this out before you go slut around on Grindr.” Zack rubs Tommy’s thigh, twisting the soft hair between his thumb and forefinger as Tommy lifts his phone and takes a selfie. “Nothin’ to sort out babe. Tommy’s turn to find a hookup.” Tommy’s profile is good to go, and he’s already wheeling and dealing as Zack stands up. “If you’re gonna be all bitchy about this when we both clearly know something’s wrong...” “Can you quit your shit for one second man? The one time in my life I wanna get my dick wet and you’re cock-blockin’ me.” Zack only shakes his head, confused at Tommy’s attitude. His boyfriend does have a point though, as Zack has long enjoyed the freedom of his and Tommy’s relationship. “I… I guess.” “Alright. Besides, you know I love that tight lil’ ass of yours.” - - - - - - - A few hours after Zack has left the apartment, Tommy is on his way to his first hookup. Emboldened by his and Zack’s earlier escapades, he brings the harness along with him. He knocks on the cream-colored door to his hookup’s apartment, wearing his harness proudly. “Are you Tommy?” A slim blonde opens the door in a tank top and shorts. “Call me Tom. You must be Jason.” Jason nods and ushers Tom into his apartment. “You’re uh.. you’re gorgeous man.” “Thanks. You wanna get a closer look?” - - - - - - - - Groaning, Tom has his arm wrapped around Jason’s neck as he raws the smaller man with an intense need. “Ahh, ahh daddy! Fuck me!” “Y-yeah, daddy’s gonna fill that hole of yours…” Tom chuckles at the term, he’d never considered himself much of a daddy, but it was getting him even harder. “Fill me daddy! Want you to – want you to breed me so bad!” The higher-pitched, needy groans of his bottom makes Tom work harder, pistoning back and forth into Jason, making the younger man gasp with each thrust. “M’ gonna cum! Gonna cum on your big cock!” Jason exclaims as he bucks into the sheets beneath him, spurts of white erupting from his cock as he falls limp beneath his top. Tom keeps pumping, but the silence and pants of his spent bottom is turning him off. “Y-you good, Jason? I haven’t finished yet...” Tom’s thrusts taper to a halt as he cranes his neck over to see Jason’s eyes fluttering. “Am I losing you?” “N-no… just, you know. Tired.” “But… I mean, daddy hasn’t cum yet?” “You can finish if you want. I’m just tired.” “…. you fuckin’ serious?” - - - - - - - - - - Tom left the hookup annoyed, his hardon stuffed back into his sweatpants, his harness traded for a t-shirt. He’d heard stories before about greedy bottoms, but he was having such a good time. “Fuckin’ kids. Bullshit.” Tom muttered to himself as he drove back to his apartment. He had a few other messages on Grindr he could tend to, but he was ready to forget about the site altogether and hit the hay. His cock softens as he drives home, and soon he’s in his creaking bed and falling asleep. The next day, Tom wakes up and preps for his usual routine. Off to his office gig, wearing a tight black dress shirt with just the right amount of cleavage exposed. His slacks were just as generous, painted on around his big thighs and gorgeous ass. Tom ignores most of his work for the day and browses Grindr, striking up conversation with the headless twinks that are swarming him. He blows most of them off, their vapid chat only making him shake his head. “Should just try Zack again.” Tom sighs and fires off a text message to his boyfriend before going back to his routine. After work, Tom checks in with Zack once again. He’s got a project due, so he can’t do anything tonight. Of course. Sighing, Tom heads to the gym and pumps some iron, working past his personal best, and heads to the locker room for some gratuitous selfies, with a twist. As he heads to the locker room, he scouts the area and locks the door behind him. “Heh.” With a smirk, Tom pulls the harness from his gym bag and wraps it around his chest, tightening it around his pumped pecs. His cock stiffens as the creamy leather touches his skin, and he tosses his shorts and shoes aside. Striding toward the mirror with his phone in his hand, he reaches down and adjusts his bulge with the other; letting it snake across his right thigh. Holding his phone out, Tom grips his cock through the fabric of his briefs and tilts his head, pouting his lips a bit. He snaps a photo and posts it on his profile, one hand sliding across his confined shaft, and posts it to his profile before moving to feel up his size. “Fuck yeah...” Tom throws his right arm into a flex, eying his bicep as it balls up beautifully. His cock pumps within its tight home, a wet spot forming at the tip as Tommy reaches up to pinch his right nipple. He tugs the warm nub, biting his lip as his cock jumps once more. “F-fuck… better than usual...” Tom takes a breath and starts on his other nipple, putting both hands to work as he teases the sensitive stubs. His cock throb’s violently within his briefs, precum soaking the fabric surrounding his fat cockhead as he pleasures himself, a bit of drool beading down the corner of his mouth. “Ooohh.. ahh fuckk… FUCK!” Tom throws his head back as his cock erupts in its fabric confines, hunching over as hot cream soaks his underwear. Hunching over, Tom bellows as his back snaps, his shoulders rippling as they stretch further out, his harness straining. The blissful stud thrusts his chest back outward, his abs tensing with his breaths of lust until they begin to bloom outward, tight around an expanding globe of bulk and mass. Tommy’s pecs fatten, hanging slightly lower, definition becoming pure rounded mass. His skin, once tanned and golden, darkens to a luscious brown hue, nose widening, taking on an exotic shape. Groaning once more, Tom falls toward the counter and braces himself as his rounded, athletic thighs expand, his legs cracking, back inching upward with new height as his underwear shreds apart, his hard cock smacking the bathroom counter, cum rocketing from his cock and splattering across the mirror as his thick glutes flex, freed from their prisons. The hairs on Tom’s pecs thicken, spreading up his shoulders and across his neck, darkening into a beard as matching trails snake down his thighs and across his ass, covering his upper and lower body with whispy black fur. Tom’s rigid hardon fattens, stretching upward as it spasms with each spurt of seed. The straining organ kisses Tommy’s bulky, distended abdominals, matting his pubes with sticky deposit as his pulsing testicles expand, straining his sack as hairs sprout across the surface. Lines of age and masculinity cross Tommy’s forehead, his brow jutting out as it densifies. “Y-yehh, awww fuck...” Tom’s voice is deeper, booming even, his adam’s apple more pronounced. His neck has broadened to match his wider shoulders, veins criss-crossing the surface as his beard connects with his darkening hair. Heaving, Tom stands silently as he rides out the remains of his sexual eruption. The lower part of the locker room mirror and sink are covered in trails of white that drip onto the tile floor. “Daddy’s fuckin’ horny today! Fuck!” Tom bellows in a gruff tone, a hand moving to his cock. He squeezes the shaft, jerking a few drops from his cockhead and rubbing them between his fatter fingers. He steps back to get a better view of himself, and feels something soft beneath his wider foot – a black leather jockstrap, splattered with his essence. “Was wonderin’ where that went!” Tom bends over and grabs the jock, threading his bulky thighs through it, his hardon refusing to calm as he stuffs his balls into the velvety pouch. The reddened head juts from the lip, still leaking as Tom smudges the beads of pre across the surface. Smirking, he grabs his phone and snaps a photo of his lower body. “Gonna stretch that tight ass of yours to the limit, boy.” He captions his photo and sends it to Zack, dick twitching at the thought of claiming his boy once again. A few minutes go by as he feels himself up in the mirror, rubbing his sticky hands across his chest, when a buzz is heard from the counter. “Who is this?” “Tommy? What the fuck happened?” “You don’t feel weird or anything?” “Tommy? Dude! You gotta fuckin’ talk to me!” Rolling his eyes, Tom opens up his phone. “What’s up?” “What’s up? You fucking hulked out on me again! You look like a fucking 40 year old!” Tom thought to himself… but he is 40. 42 to be exact. This wasn’t his first rodeo, but his trophy boyfriend seemed to have a bit of a kink for this hulk thing. Maybe he’ll indulge. “Yeah, and this hulk wants to smash your ass real bad, boy.” “… what?” “Daddy’s horny. Bet you would love to have daddy’s big dick fill your hole right?” Tom tugs his softening cock from his pouch and takes a video, gently kneading it in his hands. He fires it off to Zack, massaging himself as Zack types once again. “Wow. What a monster.” “Come to my apartment. Daddy wants to show you some of his toys.” - - - - - - - - - - Tom’s apartment is drastically different than the one he left earlier in the day. The barren, collegiate surroundings are now lushly appointed, with dark red walls and black accents. Luxurious leather fixtures abound, with dark wood floors and medieval-styled lighting. And a new, unmarked metal door to the right of the entryway. Zack is as awed by the new environment as he is by the hulking, hairy brute who insists he’s Zack’s boyfriend. Or, as he’d now like to be called, Master. “Behind this door, you are to address me as master. You do what I say. You cum when I say. I’m in control. Do you understand?” Zack hesitates for a moment. “Or do you need to be punished?” Zack’s cock jumps at the thought, betraying the uncertainty clouding his mind. “Y-yes… master...” Tom leads him past the door to a darkened room, a small light hanging from the ceiling and barely illuminating the polished cement floors. He locks the door behind him and takes a breath. “Safeword?” - - - - - - - Zack’s muffled shrieks of pain and pleasure bounce off the barren walls of Tom’s pleasure dungeon, shackled to a long wooden bench as Tom smacks his pert ass with wooden paddles. A tight collar sits at Zack’s neck, a bright red gag in his mouth. “And if you cum, it’s back to the bench. Understood?” Zack nods his head, his cheeks red, sweat beading down his forehead. Tom stows his paddles beneath the bench and grabs a thick, black plug from his cabinet. He pushes his free hand between Zack’s cheeks and stuffs the plug into his hole, eliciting another mad moan from his boy. “I’m going to unfasten you. When you’re off, you’re gonna pleasure your master. Got that?” Tom unlocks Zack’s restrains and lets the smaller boy fall to the floor, watching him move to his hands and knees. Tom kneels down and pops the gag out of Zack’s mouth, but his sub remains silent. The bigger man hunches over and pulls his jockstrap down, letting it fall between his hairy thighs. “Give your master a good cleaning.” Zack stares up at Tom’s broad back, his furry asscheeks thick and glistening. The scent of his manliness is apparent and rich, ripe even. He skitters over and pushes his nose between Tom’s ass, inhaling his rich musk as his cock throbs with want. Groaning, Zack sloppily tongues at Tom’s hole, the deep bellows of his master encouraging him as he laps at his daddy’s opening. Zack’s ass as he eats out his master, digging his nose into his ripe manhole. “F-fuck, boy… simmer down...” Tom groans as Zack pulls out, sitting back on his hands and knees as Tom stands up. “Good boy… tell ya what, daddy’s got a treat for ya.” Tom turns around, a cigar between his fingers. “You’re gonna get daddy’s cock all nice and wet so he can fuck ya real good, got that?” Zack’s dick springs up once again, finally getting a full view of Tom’s fat, uncut daddy cock. He nods eagerly, eyes wide at the sight of Tom lighting his cigar and taking a puff. “What’re you waitin’ for boy?” Zack rushes to Tom’s hard cock and laps at the head, tasting rich sweat and manliness from the mushroom head. Moaning, he takes the head into his mouth and starts to suckle, looking up at his master with eager eyes as Tom puffs on his cigar. The warm, smoky scent fills the room as Zack taking more of his master’s dick into his mouth as Tom crosses his arms around his hairy, thick chest. Tom’s bright pink nipples protrude from the dense fur coating his pecs, tantalizing to the point that Zack can’t stop staring as he sucks his master. Tom smirks as he realizes Zack’s want. “Yeh, they’re nice n’ sensitive too...” Tom starts to thumb his right nipple, his cock surging within Zack’s maw as the sub alternates between lapping at the shaft and twisting his lips across the head. Tom bellows as a jolt of precum spurts into Zack’s waiting mouth, making him groan from his musky taste. Tom fingers his thick pink nipple, his balls churning as he teases the pleasure center methodically. “Start puttin’ effort into it, boy.” Tom’s broad hand grabs Zack’s skull and pushes it down onto him, forcing his stout eight inches into the pup’s lips. Zack’s eyes water as his master blows a plume of smoke into his sub’s face. “I oughta put this out on your ass if you don’t get to business.” Zack starts to bob in earnest on Tom’s throbbing dick, obscene slurping noises accompanying the agile movements of his tongue on the red, needy shaft. Tom unlatches from his nipple and leans back as Zack buries his face in Tom’s wiry black bush, taking in the rough scent. He bucks forward, mouth opening slightly, knowing he might get put over the edge. “Alright boy, daddy’s gonna claim that tight ass of yours.” Zack disgorges, a string of pre hanging between his lips and Tom’s dick as he savors the taste of his master. Pulling away, Tom grabs Zack by the collar and pushes his head towards the floor, taking a knee to get a better view. “Ass up, bitch.” Zack thrusts his slim rear into the air, and Tom yanks on his tail and pulls it from Zack, letting his stretched hole gape for a moment. “Gonna seed that slutty lil’ hole of yours.” Tom teases, fingers brushing the stressed opening. He pushes two fat fingers into Zack, making his pup practically squeal in need. “Yeh, you want that tight lil’ hole stuffed full of big dick huh? Just a slut lookin’ to get bred. Aren’t ya?” Zack nods rapidly, tongue beginning to loll from his mouth. A third finger joins in, wetly flexing and working Zack’s opening as he blushes, the pain starting to overtake the pleasure. “Aww come on boy, how’s daddy gonna fill you if you can’t take a couple’a fingers? You wanna cum don’t you?” Zack’s dull, pleasured face is a bit more pained, and certainly more aware of his master testing his limits. A fourth finger wriggles into him and he’s contemplating his safeword, but those expert fingers have started to probe his prostate, sending droplets from his needy dick onto the ground. “You get all five in like a good boy, and daddy’ll let you cum. You got that?” Zack braces himself, trying to adjust his stance as he feels Tom’s fat, dexterous thumb begin to invade him. He contemplates the safeword once more, but remembers the old adage of “pain before pleasure” and powers through. Biting his lip, Tom balls up his fist and forces it into Zack with a wet slurp. Zack’s legs buckle beneath him as Tom starts to push in, twisting his fist to let Zack feel the full brunt. “You’re gonna get off on my fist boy...” Tom bellows as he rubs Zack’s prostate once again, flexing and thrusting his fist into Zack as he hears his lover’s moans. “n’ when you cum, you’re gonna call out my name. You better call out my name, slut.” Zack bucks his ass upward, his hardon bobbing beneath him as his master stretches his hole. “Y-yeah, ohhh… d-daddy, fuck, fuck!” “What’s my name!?” “T-ahhh… TOM, TOAHHhhh-” Streams of white erupt from Zack’s overstimulated cock, gushing across the cement floor as his balls surge. Tom feels Zack cumming around his fist, feeling his muscles clenching as his sub orgasms. Drool oozes from Zack’s mouth, puddling on the floor as he cums violently. Tom starts to work his cock as he sees his sub give in, watching the boy come undone only turns him on more. “Gonna feels so good when I fill that slutty hole of yours, boy.” - - - - - - - - - Zack’s hole is on full display, his lean body strapped to an angled table in the middle of Tom’s pleasure cave. Tom turns a gear and tightens Zack’s restrains further, pulling his arms and legs out wider as he kneels down to see Zack’s abused entrance. “So loose and wet for daddy. Good lil’ slut.” “Y-yes master, want you to.. to claim my hole...” Zack tries to rut onto the steel table, his hardon weeping, but Tom tightens the gears to keep him from wriggling. “It’s not your time anymore, slut.” A devilish grin crosses Tom’s visage as he steps forward, rubbing his stout, fat dick between Zack’s blushing cheeks. His hot breath runs across Zack’s neck, resting his head on the boy’s shoulders as he grips Zack’s waist. “Now take daddy’s big dick, slut.” With a labored thrust Zack is penetrated, Tom’s thick member driving into his used hole with an intense drive. Tom’s sweaty, furry musclegut and rounded pecs rub against Zack’s slim back, Tom’s grip moving up to Zack’s shoulders as he fucks his bitch like a man. Tom drives hard into the smooth twink, grunting with each heavy thrust, Zack’s stretched hole offering only the slightest resistance as Tom forces his full length into his sub. “Ain’t… gonna be long, fu-fuck.. FUCK...” Tom’s thrusts intensify, becoming faster as the beefy stud knows his big finish is approaching. He reaches up and pushes Zack’s head to the table, grunting as he fucks his bitch. “Y-ohh.. YEAH!” With a roar, Tom blows his load into his lover, bucking wildly into him as gushes of white spurt out around his cock, oozing down the table to Tom’s feet as he fills his sub. His animalistic mating echoes loudly, causing Zack’s stomach and chest to bang on the table as he finishes. “Oooh… ohhh fu—fuck yeahhh...” Tom’s voice tapers off into a deep growl, massive veins rocketing across his forearms and down his back as his deltoids bulge, thrusting his shoulders back as they stiffen and expand with new bulk. Thick black hair races across his back, spreading down the taper of his waist as it tightens, his chest barreling outward and forcing Zack back onto the table. Tom gnaws at the air, his thighs forcing his legs apart as they ripple with growth and strength, dense hair multiplying across the surface of his lower body. His calves bulge and stretch, back flaring out further as he gains more height. His blocky, rounded gut swells further, matching his cartoonish pecs in width, harness resting on the top of his solid muscle belly. Tom’s hair tightens across his skull, receding into a jet black crew cut that fades into his clean-cut beard, curls of fur spiraling out of his chest and tickling Zack’s smooth back. Sharp pains erupt in his fat pink nipples as his weight rests on Zack, large silver rings appearing on his chest, another blooming out of his broad nose. The eruptions of seed into Zack intensify as Tom hulks out once more, to the point where his smooth abs have begun to bloat from the volume of Tom’s release. Soon, Zack’s rigid cock pulses out a load of its own across the table, then another. The two begin to cum in unison, Zack’s moans growing higher as Tom feels Zack’s ass starting to cradle him, not realizing the twink’s rear is swelling. The flat, bubbly surface inflates into two snow-white globes, Zack’s skinny thighs strengthening as he keeps himself from falling limp. Zack’s flat chest blooms outward with new, squared pecs, undefined stomach crunching into a solid six-pack to match. The dusting of black on his chest disappears, his pubes sucking inward as his body takes on a golden tan, hair being slicked upward by an unseen force as it lightens to platinum blonde. The changing twink feels a bulge within his hole and screams, the hard object poking at his most sensitive areas as his release starts to slow, Tom’s tapering off as well. With an obscene SHLLURP, Tom pulls his cock from his lover to reveal a bulky silver Prince Albert piercing the head of his oversized cock, covered in warm essence. - - - - - - - - - Tom’s hairy, thick body was on full display at Pride, having traded up to a lavish five-point harness that wraps around his musclegut and back, accenting his broad frame. Zack followed him, leash dangling from his collar as he basked in his new life, doting on his monstrous muscle daddy.

I must be in the right mood to write part 2, but I will write it sooner or later. It will turn dark and violent, since that is what I promised gunshotuk.

Thought I'd post some older stories of mine on here... Fresh eyes might get fresh ideas etc... FIrst post on the new site.... You Got Male by Tattcub Part 1Simon walked through the halls of the University. Seven years he'd worked there as an admin assistant and still hadn't moved on or up in his life. Not with his job, not with his body, and certainly not with his sex life. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'I've got to get over this crap. I'm a nice guy. Mousey, yes. Skinny? Shit yes. And gay... BIG TIME.' Not that he was ashamed of it, far from it. Simon just wished for once he could be a little like the big dumbass jocks who were all over the campus, especially at this time of year when shorts and wifebeaters seemed to be the 'in' thing... He sighed to himself and took his glasses off to polish them. He then made his way back to the desk in the office he shared with three other admins. (All girls sadly, and none of them cute.) He looked at his PC to find a message blinking on his desktop. "You got Male," it said. Intrigued, he clicked on the message and a programme popped out. "Cool," Simon said to no one in particular since he was alone as he studied the programme. There were menus for all types of physical ideals there... also for hair, eyes, clothing etc. 'Wow', he thought, 'one for lifestyle, gender (he chuckled at that) and even IQ. Hmmm, where to begin?' As he pressed for the first menu he noticed his mouse was a bit hard to click... a bit sticky... but he pulled the first menu down: Physical. The list was... body types: overweight, couch potato, walker, jogger, athlete, jock, football player, bodybuilder. 'Hmmm no brainer... Bodybuilder...' (I mean which gay guy hasn't had those fantasies, right?) The screen flashed, and then said, "Selection confirmed." He then went to the next menu and chose the trendy haircut that he'd seen so many guys with. The picture began to change... slowly, first morphing his body on the screen into that of a 202 class bodybuilder... still very pale, and now with his new blond haircut. Simon laughed at how funny he looked with the hair and body and his geeky glasses and face. That was next on the list. "Okay." So he’d played with all the dropdowns and had seen his pictures swell so he looked a bit liked a cross between Ryan Reynolds crossed with Chris Hemsworth with a lot of Flex Lewis thrown in for good measure. (Definite all fantasy figures here.) The last menu was for rendering, and it gave various options. He chose real time and wanted it to take a few days just so he could live out the fantasy a little by little by being able to check in on the page and see how his fantasy self was coming along. It was making him quite hot ,and he knew this was going to fuel a few fantasies when he was alone at home later with his own pc. He pressed the Enter key. *** Transmitting data *** *** Are you sure you want to make these changes permanent Y/N? "Y," he entered. (Well d’uh.) He chuckled, admiring the fact that whoever wrote the page was taking it so seriously. *** Permanent changes will take at least 24 hours *** *** Constructing reality matrix *** *** 23.59.50... The clock on the screen began to countdown. Simon chuckled to himself. He closed the programme and decided to get on with his work, only to find out that he just couldn't concentrate. Kept on getting distracted by the simplest of things like his mind kept drifting off. He felt a little sore. He wondered if he was getting sick from something. He decided to call it quits and leave early. It was Friday anyhow, and he'd often covered for the girls vefore. He waved goodbye as he headed out to the car park. He got to his car and fumbled the keys into the lock, almost dropping them. He felt like he was wearing thick gloves. His hands felt stiff. Yeah, he was definitely coming down with something... Part 2Simon pulled his car into the garage and set the door to close. 'Great,' he thought. 'The weekend is here, and I'm coming down with the flu.' His hands still felt clumsy, and the pain in his muscles seemed to be throbbing, like the dull ache one would get from a fever of even a little like when a muscle got overstretched from working out. He sorta smiled at that thought. The only workout he'd ever be near was on that daft programme he'd been playing with earlier. At that reminder he went and sat at his own PC and started his browser. Finding the programme's link, he went back in to check on his other body. It was growing. The countdown now said 22.35.10 and was clicking down merrily. He loved how the new shape was working on his picture. He could almost see himself as the sexy muscle guy on the screen, The blond hair, green eyes, big muscles and porn star dick were all beginning to turn him on. He felt himself get hard, his dick lengthening to its usual 6 or was it 7 inches. It was easy to exaggerate when one was only fooling oneself. He was really horny now and started to wank himself off to the picture on the screen. The pain in his hands spreading to his forearms and higher up towards his shoulders. It was still a dull ache, but to be honest, he could handle that. He was so amazed at that picture of himself. It didn't take long to him to come, and he came hard in the best orgasm he could remember. He was so horny after that he even licked the cum off his hands, his 8-inch cock feeling heavy in his hands, and he hadn't even noticed the extra inch. His hands felt a little rough now and were looking sort of blocky like he'd been working hard with them. Calluses were forming on the palms. and the muscle on his hand were beginning to thicken and bunch up. He took a shower and noticed that where his hands and arms hand been cramping up his veins were sticking out. On the back of his hands and on his forearms, they were really pronounced and thick. The heat and soreness had continued onto his shoulders and chest. He finished his shower and fell onto the bed, too tired to even dry himself properly, and within moments, he was asleep. And it seemed like moments had passed since he went to bed when he woke up the next morning. Simon turned over and stretched. The stiffness from the night before seemed to have eased. He must've caught a 24 hr bug or something like it. 'Cool,' he thought. The stiffness reminded him of a gym ache, the kind that felt like from doing too many reps. He smiled... yeah, like he'd done any reps at all. Or had he? He shook his head still a little fuzzy from sleep. He flexed his hands and noticed his forearms. Nice and thick and vascular as fuck. He put his hands behind his back and stretched flexing and stretching out a little. 'Wow that must've been some work out.' He caught sight of his blond hair in the mirror, and it made him pause. Blond? Oh yeah blond, and slightly dirty in a way that made his green eyes look better. His arms looked great too, and as his gaze travelled down from his face he took in the rest of his now 6-foot-2 body. His face had a square-jawed look to it he'd never really noticed before, and the chin had a slight dimple. The nose was slightly off-centre as if it had once been broken, and his firm chin was covered in a couple of days slightly red/blond stubble. He smiled catching sight of his white teeth. Had he had them done recently? His neck was thick and firm set on top of a pair of hard mounded traps. One with a set of veins cutting through them. His delts were thick and sat on top of his pecs like an oak beam support. A wide set of beautiful lats pushed his 19 inch arms away from his body and stand out. The pecs were big, but not massive. They complemented his perfect set of 8-pack abs that were separated as if to a sculptor's design. His waist must've been about 30 inches, allowing a fantastic V formation to appear between his shoulders and his waist. His legs were an anatomy student's wet dream. Thick, carved and cut almost out of marble. To top all this off, he had perfect diamond calves that glowed, like the rest of his body with a perfect healthy golden brown tan. His vascularity was amazing everywhere he looked he could almost see the blood pumping through his skin. He heard a beep from the computer and he glanced over puzzled. He didn't remember turning it on and wasn't sure why he had a machine like that in the first place. Not really his style. On the screen was a picture of him, naked. 'What the fuck...?' He read the screen, almost mouthing along as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. 'Oh I see,' he thought. Must be some muscle programme for personal trainers and stuff. 'Cool.' And he then saw that there was a flashing box. *** Transmission of new date finished *** Do you wish to continue to Overdrive menu? Y/N? Part 3Simon thought for a moment. He didn't really have time he had to work... to work ? Oh yeah, to work out at the University Gym. He looked at the Y button. 'Hehe,' he thought. Was only a programme. What harm could it do right ? It'd be cool to see himself bigger. He'd like that. He clicked Y... *** You have chosen Overdrive phase. *** *** Please note all previous choices will be enhanced and exaggerated. *** Are you sure Y/N ? Simon thought for a sec. (Some part of the real him was still there and remembered all the choices he'd made last night. Sex drive muscle lifestyle and shit... IQ. The old Simon screamed inside the void of his new personality.) 'Cool. I always wanted to be a big dude and see what it would look like.' The outline on the screen pulsed with a silvery light as he hit the Y key. The light poured from the screen, bathing him in white light. Pulse after pulse after pulse. Almost like the machine itself was cumming. Si felt amazing. His rod started to stiffen up, and he automatically start to fondle himself playing with the 10-inch fuck monster that was Coke-can thick and freaked out all the other dudes at school. He smiled... school. He couldn't understand why he was still there. They'd told him that he had to stay back. That was cool though. He managed to get into the weight room more that way. The white light faded and left him standing there playing with his dick. Nearly there. His hands looks thick and hard the calluses of years of hardcore lifting left them rough and overly muscled. His forearms were beyond human. Massive, thick and ripped to fuck. Corded veins running through them. His bis and tris were the shit. The 'ceps were high and peaked with beautiful veins bisecting them. He smiled to himself still wanking off loving the way his arms flexed when they went up and down his pole. He leant over and licked one. That was hot. His shoulders and were ridiculous. Massive delts of godlike proportions although Si now wouldn't think of those words. To him they were fuckin' huge man. His heavy pecs were so large the nipples pointed down towards his almost cartoon small waist. His lats were gigantic and he caught sight of them in the mirror. He paused to bring his hands off his dick and behind his back. Following his thumbs along his hips, he brought them forwards, bringing his lats out in all their monstrous glory. Si gasped and began to come. He wasn't even touching his 10 inch...no, wait... his 12 inch beast. Ropes of cum spewed from his cock onto the floor and his massive quads. They were shredded pillars of granite and his calves just made him hard again as he twisted his body to check out the beauty of them. Everywhere he looked there was golden, shredded... massive veiny muscle. The 320-lb. musclebeast looked at himself in the mirror and smiled dimly. He had the green eyes and handsome face he'd chosen but the extra muscle made his neck appear to so thick his head seemed smaller especially with the huge vein covered traps that seemed to flare up and almost want to engulf his head. He was so fucking hot dude. What was he doing again ? Oh yeah, the computer. He'd just finished a show hadn't he...? The screen had a message. *** Do you want to send this email to a friend ? END You Got Male: NetWitch by Tattcub Part 1It's very strange thing. Magic, or at least the idea of it is amazing. With the wave of a wand, nod of the head or even a twitch of the nose you can solve all your problems and make dreams come true. Don't make me laugh. Everything has a price. Everything. So dear reader you want to know about muscle ? You want to be huge and musclebound beyond belief. You want to be a freaky monster of muscle ? Your wish is my command. I was a normal guy with normal dreams, actually I'm a complete computer geek with no friends and no life. I'm overweight and to be honest I think I'm pretty selfish. I had thinning brown hair and bland brown eyes. Nothing about me really stood out. I spent most of my nights at home trawling the internet for porn and pics of big—no, not big—huge guys. For me, bigger was always better. One night a few weeks ago I came accross a site that was all magic-related, showing things from voodoo to wicca, all sorts of esoteric crap—you know what I mean? Anyway, I was just looking at the links sometimes these sites have magical transformation story links like CYOC.net etc. Nothing. Then I noticed a link that said "MAKE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE." There was no web address, but it still looked blue like unvsited links do. I clicked on it, and suddenly the screen went blank. Shit,I thought, that's what I get for not virus-checking. I was just about to restart my computer when a chat box appeared. Intrigued and slightly weirded out, I opened the box. (Stupid, stupid stooopid... I know. I get that NOW.) NETWITCH wants to chat Y/N? Curiouser and curiouser, as the little girl once said before she plunged down a rabbit hole. (Don't worry I'm just about to follow her there.) So of course like a dumbass, I clicked 'Y'. NETWITCH: Greetings, you are seeking something? AIDEN: Yes NETWITCH: Tell me your desires then, seeker AIDEN: Muscle. I want muscle NETWITCH: For yourself? Or another? AIDEN: Myself NETWITCH: Hmmm Are you sure you do not wish to grant a friend this wish? Selflessness has its own reward. AIDEN: Not really. I don't have any friends. NETWITCH: Why do you seek this? AIDEN: I want to be noticed. For once I want to be the big guy who gets all the attention. NETWITCH: You want respect ? You can get this in other ways. AIDEN:I want to be a big muscle guy. I'm fed up with all the douchbag jock idiots looking down on me. I want to like them for once. And then some NETWITCH:You want to be just like these "douchebags" as you call them ? AIDEN:Fuck yeah of course I do. I mean who wouldn't to be massively muscular and beautiful. I'd give anything for that. NETWITCH:Anything ?(I could almost imagine the Netwitch curving a villainous smile at this point I was beginning to get into this. I think I've stumbled onto a roleplay site. So I continue. (I mean what the hell right ? AIDEN:Hmmm...let me think. Well I'd exchange my body for something if you like NETWITCH:Hmmm karma exchange eh. Do go on you are intriguing. AIDEN:Well I'm a computer wizard with an IQ in the top 5% of the country. I'm also loaded. As I said I'm a computer wizard. NETWITCH:Haha...so you're a wizard...Cast the spell then Aiden. I grant you the power to change yourself. With every word that you now say Your form will twist and turn that way Your trade shall be of your choosing But beware of what you may be losing. AIDEN:Nice rhyme there Witchy. okay here goes. Part 2NETWITCH:Yes ? I thought for a moment...What did I really really want as the song goes...I want to be massive.I want to be so muscular that i can't bring my arms together because my pecs and biceps get in the way. I want my traps to be so high that they're practically fused to the back of my skull. I want my shoulders to be so big that no shirt would survice going over them and my legs so huge that i have to waddle them around each other. I want my skin to be paper thin and the veins so thick and obvious that they look like cables of steel. My neck has to be a bit thicker than my head and I want my face to be handsome my jaw thicker and my brows lower. And I want to be dumb as a cow. All I want to know is muscle and cock and how to hit the weights.I want men to stare at me and I want it all in exchange for it is the only good thing I have. my brains and intelligence. but I typed AIDEN: To be more muscular, handsome, successful...not so worried about life NETWITCH: Lol my friend, don't hold back you should say what you mean. I... AIDEN: I thought I just did, NETWITCH:It's what you didn't say that's most telling.Your wish I my command...let the countdown commence. By the by you'd best get a membership to a gym, you're gonna be a busy little worker bee...bzz bzz The screen went blank. I tapped the keys and jiggled his mouse. Nothing. "What a crock of shit" I thought. I logged off and decided to call it a night. That night the dreams came. I was in a huge warehouse like room. The lights were so bright that I couldn't really make anything out. I kept hearing the clangbang of metal against metal. Each clang puntucated by a heavy grunt, as if someone was in pain. Whoever it was seemed to have an iron will, because whatever they were doing they kept going, seemingly through the pain. I woke in the morning and had morning wood like never before. The dream whilst not overtly sexual had turned me on and there was nothing else for it. I smiled as I remembered my fantasy chat from last night and brought some of the images back. It took me about two minutes to blow a healthy load. I even licked a bit off my finger, and had never done that before. One thing was in my mind. I had mentioned wanting to be big. Fuck it I thought. I could at least join a gym and lose or try to lose the spare tire round my waist. So that's what I did. I joined a gym. One of those group affairs that have adverts where they take the piss out of the really big guys making them out as dumbass goons. To be honest I wouldn't mind a few about. Something to look at and have a quick wank over after you get home right ? I fell into training easily it seemed to come naturally like I had a gift for it. I even went and hired a personal trainer to point me in the right direction. I made some great gains in that first two months as my trainer and my own net skills put me on a good diet regime too. I lost 4 inches from my waist going down to 30 again. I was 150 unfit pounds I went down to 135 briefly because of the cardio but back up to 150 again this time it was 15lb of new muscle. I even started to think about new hair styles and contacts. Maybe something green. All the while I kept the memory of my NETWITCH chat alive. This made me so horny I can't begin to tell you the moments I had over the logs of that chat. I decided to move from the gym to somewhere more hardcore. I needed to up my game. People were looking at me different and honestly, I loved it. It was what happened at this new gym that changed my life for good. Sometime later... Okay so I'm 6 months into my new training regime. I have packed on another 30lb of muscle bringing myself up to 180lb...Now I look built. I have had to quit my job and gone freelance as I can't spend enough time there with my new gym routine but I've sorta discovered "other" ways of making money especially since I met Adam computer related let's just say. He told me he'd look after me and show me the ropes at my new gym and it's been great. I look better than I ever have and have even begun to have a damn decent sex life. Adam has taken over my diet and nutrition. He says he's sort of a personal trainer/ life coach. He jokingly told me he helps people get what they deserve. Well I'm loving my new life. My body looks great, vascular and hard. I think Adam wants me to get bigger.I'm happy as I am It sounds great. My biceps have grown to 17inches and my bodyfat has dropped to about 14% I look fit. I've even started having a bit of ink added.Nothing much but matching tribal design on my shoulders. I even got my right nipple pierced, not planning on anything else except maybe my ears. That'd be a first for me. Adam likes them so must be okay. Adam thinks they look hot. I've gone to a different hairdressers and have a better style than before. Adam thinks I should get it lightened. Am not sure about that really. Anyway, I was working at home late one night when that chat box opened up. I haven't seen it for months and it just appears on my screen, as if by magic..ha ha. It's been ages since the last one. I certainly remember the wank fantasies I'd had a few months back. Was it only a few months? My new bod was the shit. I love being who I am now and let's be honest. I'm sorta becoming the fantasy. I look better than ever and the boys love me. The box keeps flashing and I think what the hell. Whoever this was got me going the last time some maybe this'd be fun for a few jack off sessions. So? I do what you'd all do (and don't lie to me) I click on the box. NETWITCH: Greetings. AIDEN: You again? NETWITCH: Aiden... Are you happy with your transformation so far? AIDEN:Yes,of course I am but let's be honest here you had nothing to do with it. I went to the gym for myself. I did all this, not you. I decided to get off my ass is all. NETWITCH: Certain of this are you ? AIDEN: Yes NETWITCH: Interesting. Who gave you the motivation? Were you working out before our last chat? I think not. AIDEN: That's just coincidence. you just used a trick to make me say what I wanted. I'm hardly a musclebound moron am I? NETWITCH: Not yet no. AIDEN: LOL Please don't be ridiculous. You had nothing to do with my transformation.It was all me. I'm happy with who I am now. I'm not planning on going any bigger. I'm buff and that's enough... NETWITCH: Hmm so you wish to reneg on your wish ? There will be consequences if you do. AIDEN:Please, stop talking rubbish. You did nothing so I'm hardly going to be scared of a chat buddy who can't leave a fantasy alone when it's over NETWITCH:Who said it was over ? You have started your dream. If you turn back before it is complete things will go badly for you. AIDEN:Please, just leave me alone. This game is getting a little old now. If you don't just leave it, I'll report your ISP, and you'll be screwed. NETWITCH:Hardly Aiden. You don't yet have a clue do you? Not an iota of imagination that hints that you may be on dangerous ground here? I warned you. AIDEN: Oh my god. Now you're gonna do the mumbo jumbo act on me ? Give me a break Dumbledore and fuck off. I'm done with this. NETWITCH: As I said. I warned you. I'll give you one more chance. Let this spell run it's course or pay the price. AIDEN: Look, piss off you fucking psycho. NETWITCH: For everytime you turn away you will grow an added day your arrogance is to the fore I grant you growth now 3 times more Our deal is set now you will find the cost in your body and your mind AIDEN:Here we go again LOL. Do you really think I'm that stupid? NETWITCH:Not yet, No. AIDEN:Puh-lease...to coin a phrase. What are you some sort of crap B movie addict? Get over it, I'm not going to play your fantasy game anymore. I am over it. Big time NETWITCH:Really ? Okay. As you wish. NO.MORE.GAMES Then I logged off. Goddam internet wackos. What can you do? Shit, is that the time? I'm gonna miss Adam at the gym. Part 3Some more time later ‘Kay..So I’m like 9 months in and guy i gotta tell u that I look fucking amazing. Adam got me into this new shit, and my trainings taken off big time. I train every day now and I have stopped my job with the computer stuff as I can’t concen..con...figure that stuff out as my mind always wants to go back in the gym. I am a big guy now 230lbs and gettin bigger all the time My body fat is like 8% now and I have these amazing abs...like metal under the skin man. My waist is still 32 but my delts make it look tiny...My pecs are getting big too my thighs sort of match my waist nearly and my bi’s are 19inches easy. Sometimes 20 when i get a good pump. My veins are insane man, lke a crazy tube system running over my legs arms and abs mainly. I wear lenses all the time now, Adam likes my green eyes, i got my hair dyed blonde and he says it’s hot. He’s cool Adam. He works out with me and tells me how good I look, he’s got me a job doing videos for guys. Way better than the computer stuff, but I do sometimes do that stuff for guys online too. They like to see me pumped and big. I love posing for them too. These guys get so hard that they usually whack off and blow there and then. I sometimes get naked with them but not much as I feel shy sometimes too. Adam says that will change because he says I will be so big that all I will want will be to be naked and stuff. That sounds funny but also kinda horny. These guys’ getting turned on by this big fucking muscle is really hot. Adam keeps giving me the stuff that helps me grow. He says he’s never seen it work like this on anyone. He also said he’d never seen anyone get so dumb so quick.Haha. He can be funny sometimes. Adam also does computer stuff but I lose interest in that now cos it’s boring and I forget how to do it anyway. Especially when I pass a mirror and seen how amazing I look. If I’m wearing a t-shirt I can stand there for hours just flex my biceps. I love the big veins popping when I do thtat I trust Adam. Sorry man I gotta go to the gym, And finally... Here I am 1 yr layter it is not easy tiping now because my hands r sumtimes sor from the wates and stuff, they are to big with muscle. I can lift real heavy now I am real big. Adam is my frend he helpsme lift and trayne to. He gives me stuff to make my body grow and shit. I am 300 lbs of musclbeest. I am 22inchs on my arms with huge veins running ova the peeks. Sometymes i flex them and can like them too. My chest is like massive, a big heavy shelf with my peerced nips pointing down cos they are so big My thise r fucking montreros too...32inchs and cut like rock full of veens they look hot, wen I wear my poser and boots that show my beasty calves...I sometimes cum looking at my legs..so..hot..fyck.. I luv my abs too. I can put my fingers in the ridges and stuff...My ass is fucki’ perfek Adam sumtimes wants to fuk It and I let him and sometimes his frends to...He makes sum money so I can get biger still. I luv how I am and it seems like befor was a dreem. Adam says he can take my further and get mee bigr so I can be a full freeky muscleman. All bulging and hot..My hard bod and I look amaysing. Sometymes he asks me if I like being me now and I tell him I do. He says do I rmemebr the Netwitch or summat and I think so but not to sure.I luv. Adam sometimes goes on his computer when I am lifting stuff...I saw him talking to a guy...Adam has a weird net name..It is someting like sandwitch or summat. I get confoused now. I need to go and lift...but need to cum first... My arms r sooo big now..I love to flcks them. Hard and high peeks. So veiny to. Abs...Chest..uh! pose boy..wow..waist so small...my back ...I feel I could fly. So wide and thick man...You can touch my bod dude I won’t byt.. I always feel so hot, my cock iis biger now to thick and shit..Adam makes me pump it after the gym.It is sorta thick and hard...I like to tuch it. It is veiny and mayke me Hot.So hot..Touching my dick..fee so big, want to be bigr .I look at myself in the mirror and run my hands over my big muscls I luv it..I am so hard my cock so big...I need...Fuck,,,can’t hold it...y traps fuck, bi’s haa...Most musc,,,fuuuc...uhhh biggr man need... END You got male V.2 Michaels Win ? pt 1 and 2by Tattcub Hi guys, I know you've already read part of this, but I wanted the story out as one piece, hope you enjoy. TC Congratulations. You have been selected for an internet makeover of your choice. The Times Square marquee style banner read when I opened my email. Note to self. I really should delete this stuff without opening it. I only opened it because I thought for a moment one of my friends might have sent it to me as a joke. So what was this rubbish then? It was from some sort of cosmetic or Fitness Company. Results in days; Instant abs and all that rubbish I was a 135ib douche bag and I gave a company $200 to become a 170lb douche bag type of stuff. All the same old shit and ALL of it lies. Been there done that. To be honest I really had. I am a pretty wealthy guy, for various reasons. First my parents both ran a successful law practice and I followed their example and became a commercial lawyer. My names Michael and Im a pretty average looking guy who gets my fair share of the girls. Im not fooling myself here I know its because Im connected and have pretty spectacular bankroll. Still, it gets me laid. They use me and I fuck them. Quid pro quo. Am I right? So Im looking at this screen and just about to hit the old Delete button when a flashing button grabs my attention. It says free trial. No credit card needed. Lets be honest here guys. Free sorta usually means some pretty lame 20 second video. But hey I wasnt going to be the one paying was I ? Anyway a guy I knew from a university up the way sent it to me. Should be okay. I click on the link and all of a sudden the screen flashes and changes to show a silver man like figure slowly rotating on the screen and numerous drop downs on either side. Okay this looks interesting Ill admit. Might be a bit of fun and Ive got a little time on my hands. The banner across the screen reads. Welcome to YOU GOT MALE I frown a little because I just realised this is some fag shit and am not gay. I find them a little creepy to be honest. Theyre both limp and girly or theyre some hyper macho types...All muscle and image. I shudder at that thought. Still this programme looks like fun so playing with it isnt going to be any harm is it? The first drop down is for eye colour. Thats easy. I went for the real bright blue. The screen flashed again and the figure in the middle suddenly had my face on it. I was puzzled for a sec as I thought I had de-activated my webcam. Obviously not. The loading bar appears with the message, changing eye colour. Suddenly my on screen face has the most amazing blue eyes. This was cool, I lean forward and they looked amazing crystal blue and real natural. This was obviously a clever programme. I go for the hair next...Hmm this could be fun. As I said Im from a wealthy back ground. The dropdown had loads of different styles from crew cuts to fauxhawks etc. I was browsing and saw an option for Mullets and for a laugh selected that style. It was hilarious I have to tell you. The hair seemed to go well with the eyes though. Damn. I couldnt seem to click back on that box, maybe itll letter me alter the profile later. I decided to add a trucker style cap just to hide the hair and to be honest it looked cool so I left the blue cap on. I even had a reverse option which I did, just for a laugh. Next is face. Well as you know Im no masterpiece so I decided to use the advanced dropdowns thinking Im clever. I give myself a square jaw and chin with a cleft in it. My nose I couldnt seem to get right with all the sliders so it looks like it may have been broken a few times. It does look good if truth be told. My eyebrows come in thicker and the ridge of the brows themselves seem to be a little lower, making the eyes look deeper and a little more aggressive. I manage to go back and change the hair colour even though I couldnt change the style. It becomes a dark almost purple black colour, I also add a couple of days stubble from the drop down again for effect and suddenly Im looking at the face of a redneck stud. This guy looks amazing, dangerous and hot as hell. Hehe my fantasy alter ego. So far from whom I really was. This stuff was fun. Okay now comes the fun stuff. I move over to the other drop downs and decide; as I made him look like a Redneck I may as well complete the whole package. The thought occurs to me if this was real life my parents wouldve shit a brick if Id ever turned up at the house with that face. So body... Hmmm, I was a slim guy. I had a nice build with very little fat on it but I was only 5ft 7inches tall and weighed about 130lb. I had been to gyms and had trainers galore and had never been able to make any decent weight gains. I had great abs because I worked hard at them and had very little body fat but my arms, chest, shoulders and everything else had very little muscle to show for all my hard work. I looked at the dropdowns and they gave me loads of different body types but the one I really liked was the dropdown that said Lifestyle loader. It allowed you to make a few selections. Like I went back to my early teens and gave myself a growth spurt at 12 going up to 510. From there I chose to be on the basketball team in Junior and went onto football in senior high. I also decided to choose a random dropdown where the programme would run a lifestyle simulation based on what I had already chosen and then put in some random stuff. I left the growth selector on random and up the intensity setting of the programme as well. This was going to be fun. Further down the menu it had things like personal habits and such like. I didnt smoke and to be honest I wasnt keen to have my fantasy dude as a smoker but I let him have a little chewing tobacco habit. Okay thats probably just as bad but whos going to know right? I then got to the section about personality types and sexuality and drive. This programme was amazingly detailed. I decided to do random choices. I ended up choosing a gym obsessed, fighter, who had a short fuse and a fetish for guys in suits. I found that funny considering. I decided to have him inked up as I hadnt really had the guts to get any tattoos even though I loved them on a big thug of a man. I also decided not to bother about who he slept with male or female. Any holes a goal right? I ramped sex drive up to 100% he was going to be stud. With the body Id design for him. I also made him pretty much into whatever came his was (with a few exceptions, not really into the brown stuff) I also gave him a porn star dick, why not enjoy the whole thing ? Part 2 I slept really deeply and when I woke up I realised Id left the computer running. I mustve been really tired. I looked at the screen and the counter for that silly programme Id played with last night was still counting down. Just as I looked the countdown finished and another message popped up. +++Reconfiguring lifestyle/physical parameters+++ +++This may take a few minutes+++ Oh well I thought enough time for a shower then. I went to my bathroom and started to get ready for the day ahead. I had a few meetings so I had to look my best. I laid out my shaving gear as I let the shower heat up. I like it hot. Steam began to fill the room. It was a wet room style bathroom. As I told you I could afford it. I wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at my face. I my slim almost delicate features stared out at me. Usually I didnt really need to shave because my hairs really quite light and mousy coloured. As I looked my hazel eyes changed colour...They went hazel to green, and then the yellow in the green faded and faded leaving the eyes an intense, almost cold blue. I couldnt move, I was rooted to the spot. The programme worked, it really worked. That wasnt possible was it? Then I remembered something. I remembered all of the changes I had selected as a joke. As my thoughts drifted I continued to stare at my face. My forehead seemed to suddenly shift forward and a bit lower. Almost giving me a beetle browed effects making my eyes appear deeper in their sockets. My jaw line got squarer my slime pointed chin was a thing of the past. I even had a cleft in my chin My jaw muscles started to bunch up as if theyd been worked out, then I remembered Id chosen chewing tobacco. My hair style went from trendy light brown fauxhawk to self cut mullet...I even saw that I had a small plaited braid at the back. This was hellish and I could do nothing but watch. I dont understand whats happening here? Am I dreaming? Or whut? I keep watching myself, my manly face now staring, no glaring back at me, daring me to protest. I opened my mouth to shout but the face in the mirror just sneered at me. The dark patches of beard on my face growing out to about a weeks growth, dark black and thick. My neck suddenly clenched and I couldnt breathe What the hell? I was about to say in my usual light tenor. It came out Whut the fuck man in a deep slow almost bovine bass. The voice dripped with sexuality and authority. I felt myself begin to get hard at the sound of it. This may all be a weirdass dream but it was hitting all my buttons man. I could feel my peni...my cock begin to lengthen and harden, within seconds I was like a steel rod, I managed to get my hands on it and it was bigger by far than it was a minute ago and thicker. Were talking about ten inches with a beautiful mushroom head poking out of a juicy foreskin 6 inches around and ten thick. A pa was inserted in pride of place and as I glanced down I could see it was also inked. I had a tattooed dick? It was then I remembered the section on the drop downs RANDOM...I was beginning to think I was fucked. Hehe or maybe I was gonna be. This is really strange. Its sorta like there are two guys trying to fight it out inside. Suddenly my body started to cramp as I heard the pc beep in the other room. I had a flash in my head +++commencing primary physical transformation sequence+++ Then I started to grow. I was still holding my monster cock as it started to leak pre-cum out of its slit. My hand started to move unconsciously, slather the nectar all over my hot pierced monster cock. I even think it was at that point I started to drool. I hadnt seen nothing yet. I felt dizzy for a moment. Like the floor dropped away from me for a second, funny thing is the ceiling rushed down to meet me on the way up... I was growing, stretching out. I could hear all the joints and tendons in my body cracking and expanding as my form went from 5 ft 8 to 6 ft 6. Just like that. I was taller than I had ever dreamed. Id even selected six foot on the programme because that was sort of normal wasnt it. At this height I was gonna tower over most men. A bit freaky man. The cracking of my tendons hadnt finished. My feet seemed to have an intense pressure about them; it felt like I was wearing shoes 3 sizes too small, which was odd as I wasnt wearing any. I managed to look down and saw them elongate and fill out till I was about a size 13 I guess. They were thick and solid. The feeling started to move upwards, first connecting with my calves which almost burst out of the skin into solid monstrous diamond shaped beasts. The skin felt so tight, as if the muscle was still trying to burst through. The separation of the muscle and the thick veins that surrounded it got me hard in about 2 seconds they were perfect. The growth moved ever upwards into my thighs. Suddenly I felt a huge cramping, as if my legs were pulling into themselves. I was watching when the growth happened and the only way I could describe it is it was like watching popcorn burst from a kernel. First there was nothing there, and then there was muscle, massive, ripped and fucking hot. The thighs were massive beyond even my wildest chicken choking dreams. They were so wide and hard, fucking awesome veins too, thick and almost rope like. I swear I could almost see the blood pumping around. I felt as if Id just done a two shift at the gym. I glanced in the mirror and was a freaked by what I saw. I knew what was coming next and I suddenly wanted it to happen. I wanted this growth, this change, I fucking deserved it man. The fire continued up and this time it my ass and cock together. My cock had already been changed but it seemed to thicken into a massive pole, it was still like a fuckin rock the PA looked hot too. The tattoo on it seemed like razor wire or sumthing like. I wouldve pumped it like a fucker but I still couldnt move. My ass suddenly shifted high and firm it became. It was solid muscle. I would look fucking amazing in whatever I choose to put it in. It was a firm round solid perfect muscled bubble butt. I could feel the air on it and I swear I even felt my hole twitch. As if something still hadnt finished there. The changes paused for a sec and I managed to catch my breath and looked at what had already been done to me. My legs were carved monuments of masculinity and my cock was a satyrs dream, still dripping pre-cum like a leaky tap. I wanted to touch it all, but I couldnt. Another line of text off the pc flashed into my head +++Buffing Upper Body +++ Hi smiled a killer smile into the mirror. I knew something was coming but didnt know where it was gonna stop. The strange feeling of being in a body to large for my own skin continued into my abs. I suddenly felt as if I been gut punched. All the air exploded from my lungs and I watched as I seemed to cause an inadvertent flex in my stomach. Abs appeared; they sorta just punched up out of the skin almost; Six, no eight perfect brick like cobbles. They were strong as fuck, I could tell, I guess I could take a punch from any man there and not even whimper. And veins again, my abs looked like they were covered in tiny snakes, I wasnt even sure if skin could be that thin. They were incredible. I wanted to touch them, to run my hands into the hard ridges and feel them. But my arms still wouldnt move. Fuuuck. I felt the power mover ever upwards towards my chest and shoulders. I felt the now familiar flex, that drawing in of muscle and then I almost seemed to unfold. My chest shot out. Huge, monstrous and heavy shelves of muscle. They were almost beyond human, the massive dark nipples pointing down because they were so heavy. The cleft between them was so deep I was sure i could get my finger in up to the first knuckle if i could move my fucking arms, this was frustrating as hell. Not being able to touch. My shoulders mounded onto the godlike chest, bowling balls on top of 100 % beef. They were beyond anything Id ever seen, so wide and strong, I could see the striations in my chest and shoulders appear as the skin thinned out again. Then suddenly I felt like I was choking. My neck felt tight as again that incredible flex happened again. My neck just exploded out, must be too at least 21 inches, my traps mounded up over my shoulders and almost seemed to want to engulf my neck, this was so fucking hot. I just wanted to touch. Then the feeling moved to my back and I felt like some sorta angel. My back literally unfurled like the wings of some otherworld beast. Huge, vast mounds of muscle that forced my arms (Ill get to those, fuck yeah) into hanging at the side as the lats just wouldnt let them hang at the front no more. I felt out of breath and out of control my dick was leaking constantly now and I felt like I was gonna spew my wad any second. But I didnt. My arms were the last to go. Down from my shoulders i saw in the mirror. The change seemed to go slower this time. From the shoulder i saw the muscle begin to grow. It first moves into the biceps on both arms at the same time. My now freakishly thin arms (compared to the man I was becoming) suddenly had bulges where none had been before. The biceps mounded up, that inward flex and out they came again this time hard and peaked, again I felt that pressure and then the massed and burst into what I can only describe as perfect hard peaked bulls muscle. The triceps exploded out and down, that fucking amazing horseshoe shape complimenting the massive beasts above, were talking 23/24 inches here. The top of the biceps had a perfect run of massive, thick ropey veins that seemed to squirm under my skin, working their way down towards my forearms. There they wrapped themselves around and around my forearms as they beefed up and massed into huge ham hocks of muscle almost unwieldy because of their freakish size. The hands were the last to go suddenly I had huge veined catchers mitts for hands where before I had the hands of an artist. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a fucking god. My muscle all seemed to shift and re-adjust themselves, veins continuing to fill in and move until I saw myself in all my glory. I couldnt take it no more. I fuckin shot my wad. Cum spewed outta my cock like a raging fire hose, rope after rope of raging glory. It seemed to go on for hours. Finally I stopped cumming and the mirror in front of me was covered in spumes of white Jizz. I felt the urge to reach out and scoop some of it, to bring it to my mouth and taste my own man juice. But I still couldnt move. What the fuu..? +++commencing final physical sequence+++ ++++++++OVERDRIVE++++++++ This time I felt my whole body cramp. I exploded up another 4 inches till I was six ten. My legs added mass upon mass and became shredded motherfucking beasts, I felt the urge to cum again just looking at them. My abs got deeper, harder and more shredded than the most fevered muscle sluts dream and my chest and shoulders went into the realm of muscle god, pound upon pound of muscle. My guns burst out and became 25 inch monsters, the veins like pythons, thick, hot and fuckin off the scale man. My forearms just became monstrous, great for breaking in a new stud....wait what was I thinking? I suddenly saw my still pale skin start to darken. To take on a deep rich golden tan, this was the tan of a guy who worked outside, A real outdoorsman. I watched as it covered every part of my body. It showed off the sheer monstrous muscle I now had, it was beyond human. I loved it, I felt my monster cock stretch out another 2 inches until I had a foot of iron monstrosity. Id fucking kill any dude I fucked with this pile driver. I wanted to cum again and suddenly I could move. My left hand started to roam everywhere it could, feeling touching and caressing every muscle it could, my right hand went straight to my fuck stick. I started to work that beast, using my spunk and pre-cum as lube. I could see the muscles in my arms bunch and flex as I wanked myself into a frenzy. I looked in the mirror and as I wanked i realised that patches of my skin were getting darker. Suddenly I saw designs in the skin and sorta felt the needles. I was getting tattooed, right here and now. I used to hate ink didnt I? But this was hot. Fantastic black and red tribal designs worked themselves around what I can only describe as prison tattoos. They came in everywhere I looked. Muscle and tattoo seemed to compliment each other. I felt a weight in my chest and saw two huge rings appear in my nips, making them even more sensitive and huge. They were so hot. In the mirror I saw the tattoos wrap themselves around my neck in the shape of a beautiful coiled dragon and on the sides of my scalp the hair vanished leaving fucking amazing tribal designs there. My nose seemed to re-arrange it self and suddenly I had a huge fuck off pig ring hanging off my septum. A spike under my lip and my ears were stretched out. I looked a lot freakier, but still fucking hot. The tattoo crept on to the left side of my face, becoming and intricate tribal moko. Fucking hot. Another flash. ++++Final phase++++ Continue Y/N ? I knew what this meant. I was so close to cumming, looking at the freaky tattooed redneck musclefuck in front of me. I couldnt, no didnt want to stop. Fuck it. I thought. I shot my wad. Jed ? JED Hey moose!!! I turned around, I felt sorta dizzy there for a sec, what was I? Oh yeah, I was playing with ma fuck stick again. Billy joe hated when I snuck off during a set up. I turned to the door shamefaced Sorry BJ, ah couldnt help maself I pulled on the strapped of my work dungarees and my boots without lacing em, it was hard with these arms anyways. Get out here boy we got work to do. Said Billy Joe. Sure thing daddy I pulled on my nascar cap and set it backwards. If i was good maybe I could get some more ink or some of daddies grow juice