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Here's a short story I wrote about a super-strong guy and his friend. No sex. I just wanted to focus on the super-strength feats of this guy. I added a few illustrations to help you visualize it. I hope you enjoy it. I have a couple more chapters. If anyone is interested, I can post them too. bb My Friend Pete — Chapter 1 I’ve known Pete for as long as I can remember. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, hung out after school…we pretty much did everything together. We were both athletic, so we spent a lot of time playing sports, any kind of sports, it didn’t matter. Pete was a natural and usually beat me when we went one on one. He was a nice guy though, and he never made me feel bad, even when he handily slammed my hand to the table while arm wrestling, which happened often. Everyone liked Pete and Pete liked everyone, almost. The only ones who Pete didn’t like were the bullies. He really hated it when he saw someone picking on a smaller kid, but unlike most kids, he did something about it. Even in grammar school he would teach the older kids a lesson if he saw them giving a smaller kid a hard time. The bullies quickly learned to avoid him or get the crap kicked out of them. I said he was athletic, but did I mention he was strong too. He had no problem lifting heavy objects and could beat anyone in any test of strength, even the older kids. I’ve always known he was strong, but I didn’t know just how strong he was. I mean he could beat up anyone in our school if someone was foolish enough to pick a fight with him, but it always looked like he was just a little stronger than his opponent. But more about this later. When we got to high school we both went out for wrestling. Lucky for me, I was in different weight classes; otherwise I would always be second place. Even as a freshman, I could beat anyone else on the wrestling team, except Pete. He was in a league of his own. Between the two of us, we carried our team to the state championships four years in a row. Pete was average size for his age, but even when he was young he was solid muscle. As he grew older he developed a lean athletic physique, not huge like a bodybuilder, but more like a gymnast or a physique model. He sported a solid 8-pack, well defined legs, nice peaked biceps and one of the most perfectly shaped triceps I’ve ever seen. His thick pecs were balanced by his rounded delts and his lats gave him that V-shape that says “this guy’s in shape.” I was fairly well built myself. I was a few inches taller than Pete and had about 30 pounds on him, but was not as ripped and definitely not as strong. Now here we are, starting our freshman year in college and we are still best friends. We are roommates of course, and work out together in the gym. He would push me to lift more than my previous best, but then lift just a little bit more than me. It was frustrating at times, since it seemed like I could never catch up to him, no matter how hard I tried. But as I said, he never rubbed it in, just encouraged me to keep working at it. As I said, I always knew he was strong, but I guess I never realized just how strong he was, until I saw something I still have trouble believing. We were working out late one night. There was one other guy in the gym, a big bodybuilder lifting some serious weights, when I heard this loud crash. Pete and I looked over to see that one of the machines broke loose from the wall and fell on top of him. He was lying there, unconscious under hundreds of pounds of weights and the twisted metal frame of the machine. Pete ran over and lifted the entire machine, weights and all, up and off the guy. I was staring at this in awe, unable to move, until Pete yelled at me to pull him out. That snapped me out of it and I dragged him out from under the mess. Once the still unconscious bodybuilder was clear of the mess, Pete let it back down. He then called 911 while I was still standing there in shock and disbelief. I’d heard of people performing incredible feats of strength when faced with life and death situations, but I never thought I would see it in real life. While we were waiting for the paramedics to arrive, Pete told me not to say anything about him lifting the machine and he would explain it to me later. We agreed to say the machine knocked him out but we were able to slide him out from under it. Everyone believed it, since no one would expect that the two of us, let alone one of us, could have lifted it off the guy. When we got back to our dorm, I confronted him, “What the hell dude!? How did you lift all that weight?” Pete sat me down and explained, “I’ve always been super strong. I always held back so no one would think I was a freak or be afraid of me. Haven’t you noticed that I’ve always been just a little bit stronger than my opponent? No matter how big or strong they were?” I thought for a moment, “Hmm, now that you mention it. I guess that was a bit strange. So how did you get so strong?” “I don’t know. Even as a toddler I was strong. As I grew up I tested myself when no one was around and as I got older, I kept getting stronger. I haven’t found something I couldn’t lift in quite a while. You gotta promise me not to tell anyone. OK? If it got out just how strong I am, I’d probably end up in some lab undergoing test after test. I don’t want to be some guinea pig. Promise me, OK!” “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Dude, we’ve been friends forever. I’d do anything for you. You know that. Your secret’s safe with me.” “Thanks pal. Uh, this isn’t going to change anything between us, is it? I mean you’re my best friend and I don’t want that to change. You’re not freaked out or afraid of me are you?” I responded, “Freaked out…maybe a little. No maybe a lot. But afraid of you? Hell no! Face it, if you were going to hurt me, you had plenty of opportunities to do it by now. No Dude, we’re good.” After a short pause I added, “So Pete, just how strong are you?” “Well, you saw me lift that weight machine. I can lift a lot more than that. Watch this.” Pete then grabbed one leg of the bed I was sitting on and lifted it and me with one hand. I could see the muscles in his arm and chest tense as he lifted. His biceps jumped up into a solid ball and the muscles on his forearm were writhing like snakes, but he wasn’t even struggling. Later that week we went to an old junk yard that was no longer in use, but still had some old wrecks. I really wanted to see just how strong he was. When we got there the gate was locked, but with a twist of his wrist, he broke the heavy duty padlock off like it was a piece of plastic. The place was littered with wrecks and a smell of motor oil permeated the air. We looked around and I saw the back of a cement truck lying on its side. Pointing at the truck I said, “Ok Herc, let’s see you lift that.” “You got it!” He pulled off his shirt, revealing his ripped muscular torso. He walked over to the truck, sized it up, and positioned himself on the side of the mixer part and began pushing it. His triceps bulged out from his arms and his delts looked like they were going to explode. At first his feet began to sink into the ground, but then he found his footing and the huge cement mixer moved up until the truck rolled over onto what was left of its wheels. “No dude. I said lift it.” “Cool it, Jack. I’m getting to that.” He then grabbed the back of the truck and curled it a couple of times. His biceps bulged into huge round, hard balls of muscle with each rep. He then lifted it above his head showing the horseshoe shape of his flexed triceps. He then walked to the center of the truck, squatted down to balance it above his head and lifted it off the ground. Every muscle in his body was rippling and bulging, creating an incredible display as he held this truck above his head. Then to show off a bit, he presses the truck for ten reps before tossing it aside with a loud crash. “Holy shit, dude! That was insane!” Pete gave me a shit-eating grin and said, “But wait, there’s more!” We then walked over to a pile of steel bars and pipes. He sifted through the pile until he found a bar about 1 inch thick, 2 inches wide, and 3 feet long. He grabbed hold of it with his hands about 2 feet apart and held it in front of him. He looked like he was using one of those spring loaded chest exercisers, but this was no spring. His chest and arms suddenly tensed, showing striations of each of the muscles of his chest and arms. As the bar started to bend his chest began to swell and his arms were bulging with muscles I didn’t know existed. In less than a minute the bar was bent into a U shape. He then places his palms on the outside and flexed his chest. His pecs popped out even further and the striations were insane, as he pressed the two ends together. When he was done he handed me the bar. It was heavy and solid. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t bend it at all. What was even more amazing is you could see the indentation of his fingers in the bar where he gripped it. “So, what do you think? Have you seen enough to convince you?” I replied, “What, are you kidding. I want to see more. What else can you do?” Pete looked around and spotted a big chunk of concrete, about the size of a small file cabinet. He went over and picked it up easily, even though it must have weighed about 700 pounds! Although, I shouldn’t have been surprised, after seeing him lift that cement truck. He then wrapped his arms around it as if he was going to bear hug it, and began to squeeze. Again his muscles tensed and began to swell until I heard this cracking sound. At first a few chips of concrete fell from around his arms and then it broke in half. Two large chunks and lots of smaller pieces fell to the ground. I stood there in awe, with my mouth hanging open. Pete then said, “Now watch this,” as he picked up one of the pieces about the size of a baseball. He held it in one hand and squeezed it. The muscles in his forearm looked like living cables, moving and bulging as he squeezed, until the chunk was crushed into powder. He then looked around a spotted a length of tow chain lying on the ground. He picked it up and wrapped it around his upper arm twice. He then held the ends in his other hand, clamping the chain tight around his extended upper arm. With a smile he slowly bent his arm at the elbow. I could see his biceps pushing against the doubled up chain. As he continued to flex his biceps I could see the links stretching until one could no longer hold on and the chain snapped. “Ok, that’s enough for tonight.” Pete said, “I have an exam in the morning that I don’t want to blow.” I reluctantly agreed and we headed back to the dorm. I was up half the night thinking about the power that it took to perform those feats. All these years I knew he was strong, but I never dreamed he was that strong. My best friend and roommate was a real live superman!

Ok, here's chapter 3. Chapters 2 and 3 were kinda short, but I'm working on Chapter 4. Maybe I'll get inspired and make it a little longer and more exciting. In the meantime enjoy. My Friend Pete — Chapter 3 Well, Saturday night rolls around and Pete and I go to this local bar and pool hall in town. The place smelled of smoke, beer and some other unidentified odors, making me wonder why the health department hasn’t shut them down yet. We grabbed a table over by the wall and ordered a couple beers. We then started arm wrestling each other to see if anyone in the place would take the bait. It didn’t take long before a few people started gathering around to watch. When there was enough people looking on, I put Pete’s arm down to the table (as prearranged), and said, “Ok, that’s 3 out of 5. Pay up.” Pete then handed me a 20. One of the big guys watching looked at me and said, “You think you’re something college boy, beating this little guy. Let’s see how you do against a real man. I bet I could slam your fist down so hard the table would crack.” That earned a few cheers from other locals and they started egging us on. I looked him up and down and said, “I don’t waste my time on armatures. If you want to wrestle me, you gutta beat my friend here first.” He looked at me and then at Pete and said with a snarl, “Ok, I’ll smash the pipsqueak and then take care of you, college boy!” I then said, “Ok, but let’s make it interesting.” I took a wad of bills out of my pocket and placed it on the table. “Match this and we can get started.” The local guy’s eyes bulged out as he looked at the stack of bills. He laughed as he saw what he thought was some easy money. He turned to one of his pals and said, “Bill, can you spot me some cash. I’ll split the winnings with you. It’ll be easy money.” His pal said, “You sure about this, Tony? That’s a big chunk of cash there.” Tony glared at him and growled, “You know I can beat these clowns.” and Bill counted out an equal amount of cash on the table. The local guy took my seat across from Pete and they locked hands. The waitress acted as ref and started the match. Pete did his usual act of pretending to struggle, going back and forth, making his opponent think he had a chance. After a few minutes of toying with him he slammed the guy’s arm to the table with a crash. When I looked down, there was a crack in the table. I smiled and collected the money. Bill, who put up the cash, said, “Wait a minute, college boy. Not so fast. How about double or nothing with the left hands? You just got lucky, is all.” He looked at Tony, “Whadaya say, Lefty?” His friend was apparently left handed and he was sure, since it was a close match, he would win left handed. Tony gave him a dirty look, but couldn’t back down now. Pete and I looked at each other and agreed. They locked hands and the waitress counted down from 3. This time Pete held the neutral position for a minute, letting his opponent struggle. The smile on Pete’s face might have been a bit too much, as his opponent was really starting to get pissed. With some grunting Tony started to make some progress, or so he thought. The smile never left Pete’s face as he slowly pushed his arm to the table and held it down for a few seconds to drive home his point. You could see the steam coming from this guy’s ears as the crowd started yelling, some praising Pete and other berating Tony. Tony was not a happy camper and neither was Bill. I thought I’d push it a bit more, knowing that if things got ugly, Pete and I could handle ourselves. I looked at Bill and said, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a chance to even things out. Double or nothing again, but this time your guy can use both arms.” The crowd really was fired up now and there was no way Tony and Bill could turn down an offer like that. After all, there is no way this little guy can win against both of Tony’s arms. Apparently, no one noticed the hard, bulging muscles on Pete’s arm. They locked hands again. This time Tony placed his other hand on top of the two locked fists and the waitress counted down. Tony pulled with all his strength and put all his weight into it. But Pete’s arm wouldn’t move. You could see the hard baseball bicep bulging on Pete's arm and the rippling ropes of muscle on his forearm as he held off his opponent's two arms with ease. Someone from the crowd pointed out how hard and ripped Pete's arm looked, which pissed Tony off even more. Then, without warning, he slammed Tony’s fists down so hard it knocked Tony off his seat and sent him crashing to the floor. At this point I figured we better leave, since Tony and Bill were really pissed off. I was also sure they had several friends in the bar ready to back them up in a brawl. I gathered up the money and gave the waitress $100 for our two beers, then we headed for the door. Pete heard it first, the click of a pistol being cocked. He pushed me aside just as a shot rang out. In a flash Pete threw a chair at the guy with the gun, knocking the gun to the floor. What happened next was mostly a blur. Pete grabbed the gun and squeezed just enough to damage the mechanism so it wouldn’t fire then tossed it aside. While he was doing that someone smashed a chair over Pete’s back. Pete turned and looked at his attacker, who looked back with a shocked expression. Pete grabbed him by the collar and knocked him out cold with a quick jab. Two other guys grabbed Pete’s arms (amazed at how hard and muscular they felt), while Tony smashed his fist hard into Pete’s stomach. Tony let out a cry as he nearly broke his hand on Pete’s rock-hard abs. Using the guys holding his arms as support Pete lifted himself up and kicked Tony with both legs, sending him flying across the room, smashing into the bar. He then swung his arms forward, smashing his two would-be captors into each other, knocking them out as well. A half dozen guys then went after Pete. I jumped in and took out a couple guys that were going to join in the fight, while Pete took out the rest. When the dust settled, there were several guys on the floor with broken jaws, ribs, and multiple bruises. At this point we high-tailed it out of there before the police arrived and threw our asses in jail. When we got back to our dorm, we counted up our winnings before taking a shower and turning in. We decided we wouldn’t try this again, at least not for a while. The last thing we wanted was to get in trouble and be kicked off the wrestling team.

Part 2 I began with my routine for the day. Except for the fact that this was the first time we caught each other’s eye working out. Jason waved at me and I waved back. Didn’t think anything of it really just being polite. I began my next exercise as today was back day. Had my noise canceling earbuds on and was focused on the movement and the stretch. All of that while trying to keep my mind off the heat in the gym on another warm day. I finished my last rep on the back extension and reached for my water and saw a shoe out the corner of my eye. I looked up to see Jason saying something behind me and I took the earbud out of my ear and asked if he was standing there long. He laughed and said he didn’t realize that I had earbuds in and figured something was up when I wasn’t responding but also realized I could have just been focused on my set like most others in here. He was standing there shirtless with sweat dripping down his mountainous traps to his newly enlarged pec shelf and down his pecs. While Jason repeated what he said, I had followed one trail of sweat that slid all the way down to his waist following the striations of his mass like a riverbed of muscle. Of course, I had to pretend to wipe sweat out of my eye. All of this sounded like a long period of time but it was really a matter of a minute or less. From how I was seated the height of the seat on the machine was high enough for me to be at eye level mid chest for him but still able to see his face looking down at me. He had a brutish look to his face, which if you saw him from afar and didn’t know him you would think he would just beat the shit out of you for no reason. Jason began to repeat what he thought I heard, saying he remembers overhearing a conversation with the pretty boys, as he calls the pros that workout here. He continued about how they were trying to convince me to cut but I abruptly decided against it and wanted mass. He then said he noticed that after that statement they just ignored me basically forever more. Jason figured that he had something to do with my mind being changed because he remembers coming nearby purposefully and took his shirt off as well to show the differences between pretty boys and the big boys. He also figured that I may have likely noticed that his chest had grown significantly along with his back. That was my cue to chime in and man did I. I told him that I did notice and was amazed by it. Jason smiled again and said yeah I’m proud of em, while flexing his chest in front of me. He has been watching me for the past few weeks to see my determination to continue down the path of being huge and asked if I was really serious about bulking up for size and mass or just a phase. I wasted no time telling Jason that after seeing him that day my mind was made up. I wanted to be that guy that people have to walk around on the sidewalk because I’m so wide, that guy that has to turn sideways because the doorway is too small for my frame, and be that guy not ashamed to show off my size and mass in public to the point where its just better for me to not wear much because I stretch all of my clothes to the point of bursting all the time. I don’t know if it was the smell of musk that Jason was exuding but apparently I was talking a mile a minute but he caught everything and had to tell me to slow down. I apologized and said I didn’t know what came over me. Jason reassured me that it was alright and that he was glad to hear it. He motioned for me to follow him to the locker area and as we were walking he formally introduced himself to me as Jason. I replied and told him I’m Kevin. He gave me a card from his gym bag with a QR code on it and said to scan it and meet him there in about an hour. I did as instructed, scanned the code for the address and saw it wasn’t that far, finished up my last set for my back and then headed over that way. I arrived at a modest looking flat and rang the doorbell. Jason came to the door and invited me in and motioned me to the front room next to the front door. He was still shirtless with his workout shorts on and yes compared to his upper body his lower body was lacking but this was still a massive guy compared to an average person like myself. I sat in the chair next to the couch and Jason took the couch and leaned forward to start talking to me. “Kevin, I’m going to ask one more time to be sure you are serious in your desire because I take this seriously and don’t want to waste time but are you certain size and mass is what you are aiming for as a goal?” I leaned forward to Jason and said, “Hell yeah!” Excellent! Jason exclaimed then we will be workout partners. Just like that I asked? Just like that Jason replied. We will workout together, meal prep together, the whole 9. Our only focus is getting bigger and more massive and as you can see it is possible but it is damn hard doing it by yourself.

Boss Hank stayed around for an extended visit. He enjoyed training with his son and the other guys, showing off his superior size and strength. On bench presses, he would do several sets with 1045lbs, then he would have Kurt and Joe get on one side of the bar, and Sam and Hank jr on the other. With the four of them pushing down, he would do rep after rep, set after set, until his chest and delts were pumped to nearly twice their enormous size. When he racked the bar, he would stand up and admire himself in the mirror. The other four men were also pumped to the hilt from providing resistance to the super strength of the massive farmer, and would join him in flexing until their muscles were so fully bloated they could barely move. For leg day, they had to figure out something more creative. There weren’t enough free weights in the barn to challenge the boss man’s leg strength, but Hank jr had found an old horse harness and an antique plow in one of the stalls. They all went out to the fallow field next to the barn. Hank sr stripped down naked as a plow horse. They draped the collar around the big man’s traps. They wrapped the girth around his roidgut and cinched it tight. While three of them jury-rigged the straps around his huge glutes and thighs, Joe slipped the bit over his head and into his mouth. As the big brute chomped his teeth against the metal, his thick jaw muscles bulged out like walnuts. He winked at Joe, who got goosebumps from head to toe. Kurt and Sam attached the harness to the plow. Hank jr got on the rusty old seat and grabbed the reins. “Giddy up, Pa,” he said, snapping the reins. Boss Hank leaned forward until his knuckles were scraping the ground like a gorilla, then started to push forward with his mighty haunches. The fallow field was matted with weeds and clover, but as the plow began to move forward, the blades cut thru them and tilled them under, exposing the rich soil underneath. The plow began to move faster as the massive farmer powered his way forward. His boots dug into the ground with each step, and got caked with the heavy soil, making it look like he had Clydesdale hooves. His naked thighs and calves swelled with every hard push. He began to pick up speed, so Sam and Kurt grabbed onto the hitch post and pulled back on it, adding resistance. Boss Hank grunted and powered forward. Sam and Kurt’s feet dug deep into the freshly tilled soil, but the plow continued to move ahead. Joe jumped onto the massive back of the farmer and slid under the reins. The powerful back muscle rolled and tightened as mutant muscle freak forged his way down the field. Joe couldn’t help but get hard, especially hearing the deep grunting Boss Hank made with every step. Every muscle in Sam’s body was on fire, trying to hold the big brute back. But there was no stopping the huge plow horse of a man. On he went, up and down the three acre field with fierce determination. With about half the field plowed, it started to rain, hard. The soil quickly darkened and grew heavier. Joe flattened himself across Hank senior’s sprawling back, and splayed his arms out to grab ahold of the big man’s supersized lats. Big Hank grunted with pleasure of Joe riding on him like a pack animal, the young bodybuilder’s hard-on pressing against his thick backside. It made him push on faster, so he could finish the field sooner, and plow Joe’s ass harder than he plowed the field. The rain kept coming, heavier and heavier. By the time the field was completed, the rich soil was turning to mud. Sam and Kurt collapsed into the mud, exhausted but pumped to the max. Hank junior jumped off the plow and unhitched it from the harness. “You did it, Pa,” he said proudly. Then he turned and looked at Kurt and Sam. “Look at you two. Bet I could take ya both right now, just like my pa did.” Hank was feeling fresh as a daisy, having ridden the ploy the whole time. He flexed his arms over Kurt and Sam, his heavily veined forearms bulging like a caveman’s clubs. He jumped on Kurt and started rolling him through the mud, over to Sam. Then he started roughhousing both of them, and soon all three of them were rutting in the mud. Boss Hank stood upright, and Joe slid down his backside, his hard-on riding right between big Hank’s thickly swollen glutes. The huge farmer turned to face him, and looked bigger than ever, swollen everywhere from exertion. The sweat and rain made him look like he’d been oiled up. Veins stood out all over him, from his forehead to his neck, across his chest and delts, down his arms and his roidgut. He took the bit out of his mouth and said, “Watch this, boy.” Still wearing the harness, the giant man took a deep breath and swelled out his gut ball. The thick leather strap around his middle creaked as the big man thrusted his power gut outward. Joe looked on in awe as the big man’s wrecking ball of a gut ballooned forward and stretched the girth thin. Suddenly, the strap snapped so fast and loud that Joe jumped back in surprise. Boss Hank chuckled. “Come here and feel it, boy.” Joe stepped forward and put his hands on the mighty gut. Both men were breathing heavy with lust. Big Hank tightened his protruding abs, and the bricks clenched up even more. Joe couldn’t believe how hard they were, how there was no fat under the tight skin, just hard trained muscle. He wrapped his arms around it and leaned his head on it. “Cum on me, boy. Cum to your god.” Joe grabbed hold of his dick and aimed it at the huge muscular man. The towering giant slowly flexed his 33” arms, making the harness gear creak and clang as his arms raised up. Joe didn’t last long before exploding to the sight of the hulking beast in front of him. A massive volume of young bodybuilder spunk sprayed all over Boss Hank’s torso, mixing with rain all over his huge chest and gut. He rubbed it into his fur with his muddy hands. He loved how much the young stud was into his brute size and power. He was raging hard. He lubed himself with mud and rain, then picked Joe up and planted him on his thick root. Joe groaned, then grabbed onto the bridle that hung around Hank’s neck, tugged himself in closer, and held on for the ride of a lifetime. Behind them, Sam, Kurt, and Hank jr wrestled in the mud like three greased pigs. It reminded Hank of how he used to tangle with the farm hands in the hog wallow back home. By the time he was fourteen, he got bored with how easily he could beat any of them. Now was a different story, though. Sam and Kurt were no pushovers, and the mud was slippery as oil. Each of them had their turn as top hog, porking any empty hole they could find, until being toppled by a hard tackle and getting porked themselves. When the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared up, the sun was setting. Sam and Kurt had to get ready for the evening newscast. The three of them limped back to the barn and hosed each other off. It took awhile to get out all the deeply embedded mud. They were all bruised up and sore, but had never felt so good. Boss Hank and Joe didn’t get back until a little later. Joe was walking like he’d been horseback riding all day, when in reality, the horse had been riding him. After they hosed each other down, Joe and the big man came into the barn, the farmer looking like he’d just gone for a walk in the park. “Who’s ready to lift?” he asked, cracking his big knuckles. “Damn,” said Sam. “Kurt and I are headed to work, so we’ll have to pass.” “And I have a date set up with a dude I found on Growlr. Says he’s a big power bottom, so I’m gonna test out his stamina.” “Guess that leaves just you and me, Joe,” Boss Hank said with a wink. “Whatcha wanna do? Wanna help me feed this bad boy?” he asked, patting his rock hard gut. Joe couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do.

WARNING: This story contains scenes of a violent nature. Some readers may find these scenes offensive. Please do not read on if you feel like this applies to you. The air felt nice on Victor’s beautiful face as he flew across through the air, thousands of feet above the city streets. Below him, thousands of tiny humans went about their days, limited in their capabilities by their feeble strength and lack of true power. Today, however, most of them were distracted by the breaking news bulletins on their phones and tablets. Just a few blocks away a bank was under siege by armed gunmen. Don’t worry little insects, thought Victor. Captain Unstoppable is on his way. Victor finally came to a halt above the city’s most illustrious bank; faux golden columns and regal-like architecture. Impressive. Though, not as impressive as the god-like being that floated silently in mid-air, looking down upon the frantic scene that was unfolding before him. Still floating high above the scene, Victor began to scan the whole area with his eyes. His x-ray vision, microscopic vision, and telescopic vision all working in unison to meticulously detail the entire building and its internal layout; all in the space of just a few seconds. Now Victor new everything there was to know about the situation at hand. There were ten armed men inside the bank, and about two dozen hostages. There will soon be just the hostages, thought Victor. His excitement was increasing. The prospect of laying waste to a couple of humans always made his body tingle with anticipation. It…aroused him. Instead of descending down to the police blockade that surrounded the bank, Victor simply flew a full speed towards the building’s uppermost floor. His indestructible body smashed right through the wall of an upstairs corridor. Of course, he felt absolutely no pain or discomfort in doing so. Even his arms, exposed by the short sleeves of his t-shirt, incurred no injuries whatsoever. Instead of walking, Victor chose instead to hover his way down the corridor. Doing so always made him appear godlier. Being 7 ft. helped as well, of course. Thanks to his x-ray vision, Victor could tell that his first two targets were in the opposite side of nearby door. Upon reaching this door, Victor reached forward, but not for the handle. Instead his fingers effortlessly penetrated the upper midsection of the door. For him it was like poking your fingers through tissue paper. He then gripped down on the hole he had made, and simply tore the door off of its hinges. He tossed it aside where it smashed to pieces against the wall. “What the fuck?!” began one of the criminals, turning around upon hearing the sound of the door’s destruction. “Oh shit!” cried his partner, catching sight of Victor. “It’s him. It’s Unstoppable!” Both men raised their rifles and began unloading their ammo on Victor. Despite knowing full well who he was, Victor was nonetheless amused by their efforts to harm him. Victor closed his eyes to fully enjoy the feel of dozens and dozens of bullets impacting him on his thick, meaty, square pecs; his solid and chiselled eight-pack abs; and on his pristine face, complete with its astoundingly angular jawline. For him, the hail of bullets felt more like a pleasant massage. Each one imparting a nice, soothing touch before ricocheting off in some random direction. The sight of his bodybuilder physique being bombard with bullets, complemented by the fact that he was still hovering a few inches off the ground, really hit home the reality that Victor was not human. He was so much more. Eventually the two goons used up their current magazines, and frantically tried to reload. Now it’s time to play, thought Victor, a wicked smile spreading across his face. Victor finally set himself down on the floor, and he walked slowly but purposefully towards the two men. As he drew closer, the size difference between Victor and these endangered idiots only became more and more pronounced. Both men slowly stopped trying to reload their weapons, and instead looked up at Victor and his incredible body. Men often looked upon Victor with a mix of lust, envy, and fear. Victor did have the perfect male body after all. Victor could hear their tiny hearts beating like war drums, and his godly eyes could trace the beads of sweat that were forming on their brows. For a moment, Victor simply stood there, looking down upon the comparatively shorter men, both of whom were also just standing there looking up at Victor. Well…trying to look at him. In reality they were distracted by his pecs, traps, shoulders, and even his neck muscles. “We…we…*gulp*…we have orders to kill the hostages if…if you…if there was” stuttered on of the men, shaking as his admittedly impressive body suddenly seemed so pathetic in the presence of Victor’s. He was the first to die. Victor gently placed one of his large, muscular, and vascular hands on the side of the man’s head. For a moment Victor simply caressed the man’s scalp with his fingers and his cheek with his thumb, marvelling at how much of the humans head his hand fit around. Of course the human fell for it, initially believing that Victor had taken a sexual liking to him. He closed his eyes and breathed more loudly as his whole body was stimulated by the arousing feel of Victors touch (and the god’s scent). Victor then moved his hand gently to the top of the man’s head, still caressing him in a tender manner. The man opened his eyes and looked up at Victor. Victor smiled down at him, more amused by how the man now looked relaxed, incorrectly believing that this powerful being was friendly and loving. Victor closed his fist, and popped the fool’s head like a grape. “What the fuck?!” screamed the other man, backing away as fast as he could. The headless corpse continued standing for a few seconds before keeling over onto the floor. Blood rapidly pooled around its upper half. Victor looked down at his hand, observing the fleshy bits that were still stuck to it. A quick burst of heat vision cleaned that right up, vaporising all human remains yet leaving Victor’s hand completely unscathed. “Oh no, oh no, oh no no no. Oh god please! NO!” screamed the other man, who was now trapped in a corner of the room. Victor’s superhuman sense of smell easily detected the urine that soaked the man’s pants. The man had now fallen to his knees, looking across the room at the god and the dead human that lay on the ground before him. Tears streaked silently down his face. “Please don’t kill me”, he said, in almost hushed tones. Victor approached the man, who had begun cowering and whimpering even louder at the sight of this being approaching him. Filled with a sudden curiosity, Victor lifted the bottom of his t-shirt up, revealing his breathtakingly beautiful eight-pack. Each ab was such a clear and pronounce bump, almost like a line of diamond-hard cobblestones. The groves and cuts between them just as clearly visible. The muscle group as a whole expanded and contracted subtly with each perfectly calm breath Victor took. The crying man quickly fell silent. The sight of Victor’s abs aroused him to the point of temporarily off-setting his terror. While the man was enjoying the best (and last) view he’d ever seen, Victor was effortlessly probing the man’s mind with his telepathy. Just as I suspected, thought Victor, as he was treated to grotesque images of murder, rape, and violent assault. The pathetic bag of meat and brittle bones before him the perpetrator in them all. Victor dropped his shirt, covering up the masterpiece that was his muscled stomach. In doing so, the insect was no longer distracted, and once again fully aware of the situation. He looked up at Victor in time to see the god’s eyes glowing red. A split second later and the man was nothing more than a pile of ash. His scream echoed for a few more seconds. Not bothering with taking it slow any longer, as he was now fully aroused, Victor lifted off from the ground and plough through the walls and floors of the bank. Steel and concrete gave way to him as easily as the air did. Guided by his x-ray vision, Victor soon burst upwards through a ceiling, and found himself floating before another one of the criminals. Before this weakling could say anything, Victor grabbed him by the throat and raised him up into the air, and above his own head. The man’s feet were left dangling a considerable height above the floor. Victor himself was standing, not floating. As the man clawed in vain at Victor’s hand and thick, vascular, powerful forearm (with just a light dusting of hair), Victor himself admired the man. He was actually handsome. Dark eyes and a thick, dark beard made him very rugged. Plus, not a bad physique. A quick scan revealed to Victor the presence of a six-pack and some very nice quads. Shame, thought Victor, as he flicked his wrist. The man’s next snapped instantly, and the corpse was now dangling limply from Victor’s grasp. He dropped in unceremoniously to the floor, and carried on. For the next man, Victor took his little head and smashed it against the most bulbous and immaculately sculpted pecs you have ever scene. Goon number five was punched in the stomach by Victor, and thus reduced to paste. Six and seven were encased in ice, courtesy of Victor’s frosty breath. Although they were now dead, since humans can’t survive in temperatures that cold, Victor still decided to take it one step further. With a click of his fingers, Victor unleashed a sound wave powerful enough to shatter both the frozen bodies, and any glass in the room, to pieces. Number eight was taken into Victor’s strong arms. For a minute, the little man was allowed to feel Victor’s extraordinary biceps, triceps, and shoulders. All three muscle groups felt like cannonballs. Well, Victor’s biceps and shoulders felt like and looked like cannonballs. His triceps felt more like a bag of cement that was as full as it could be. Just as solid, but different in shape. Regardless, this didn’t stop the little human from kissing and licking them all with passion. Once Victor had decided the little human had had enough fun, Victor hugged the man. And then kept hugging him. First the man’s spine snapped. Then his lungs and stomach burst. Then all the blood in his body was being forced out towards the extremities. It leaked out of his mouth and nose, as his empty eyes stared upwards. Tossing victim number eight over his shoulder, Victor silently floated upwards a few inches, and then dove straight into the floor, smashing right down into the bank’s basement. The leader of the bandits, and the last of his henchmen, were standing right in front of the vault. They had been trying unsuccessfully to open the vault. Victor put on a calm and friendly smile, and began walking towards them. At last, he spoke. “Need a hand?” he asked, with a grin. Both of the frail humans were just staring in disbelief as Victor casually strolled up to, and then past them. Much like the door earlier, Victor reaching forward and simply sank his fingers in some random part of the vault’s titanium door. Like a hot knife through butter, Victor’s fingers sank in…deep. Despite it being no effort whatsoever, Victor’s arm still flared as if it was putting strain on him. His bicep exploded with power, and a single, massive, cable-like vain ran across the beautiful dome as it rose up to its fullest height. His forearm looked like a roadmap. And was about four times that size of a normal man’s forearm. And then, as easily as one would open a book, Victor ripped the vault door out and away from its hinges. But instead of throwing it, he simply held it above his head. He turned to face the men, supporting the vault door with just one arm; the same one that had dislodged it. Victor felt no difficulty at all. For him, it was like holding a light umbrella. He looked at the two men, who were both staring at his arm and the vault door in awe. “How could any human think they stand a chance against me”, said the violent superhero. With a flick of a finger he tossed the vault door over towards the two men. They were so enthralled by the display of strength that they forgot to scream. The room shook as the vault door landed, cracking the concrete floor and flattening the two criminals. Using just a finger, Victor pressed it into the side of the vault door like you would press your finger into playdough, and lifted one side of the multi-tonne vault door up to about the height of his waist. He leaned over to peek underneath it, just to confirm that the last two lawbreakers were indeed nothing more than crimson slush. Of course they are, he thought, and chuckled. Flying to where the hostages were being held, Victor used his laser vision to cut a precise opening in the room where they were trapped. The innocent humans (the kind that Victor would never hurt) poured out into the main hall, surrounding him and singing his praises. Both the men and the women alike all reached out their hands in the hope of groping some part of his incredible, muscle-bound body. Victor obliged them for a few minutes, putting on an impromptu posing showing, though he chose to keep his shirt, jeans, and hiking boots on. Once an overly eager bank teller got one last chance to feel one of Victor’s biceps, this supreme being rose up into the air and flew out through one of the holes he had made earlier. Crowds of onlookers, news reporters, and emergency services applauded Victor as he emerged. “Mr Unstoppable, we can’t thank you enough” said Police Chief Martin Stewards. The chief watched as Victor descended down to him, trying not to be distracted at how easy it was for Victor to appear god-like. “My pleasure, as always chief” said Victor, landing gently in front of the chief. Even with an enviable height of 6ft 2, the chief still had to look up at Victor. “I take it all perpetrators are…no longer with us?” asked the chief, one eyebrow raised. He always tolerated Victor’s approach to crime. “I scanned all of their minds to confirm that they were deserving of it. Most of them though aren’t…whole” replied Victor, smiling down at the chief. Victor had always like the man. “And collateral damage?” asked the chief. “Nothing insurance can’t handle” said Victor, delighted that his comment elicited a chuckle from the chief. “Whoa hold on now” said the chief. Victor had started to float upwards but stopped mid-air and looked back down at the chief with curiosity. “Come on, back down here please” said the chief, beckoning Victor with his finger. Victor obliged. Despite having just snuffed out the lives of ten measly humans, Victor did not consider good people and their requests to be beneath him. Victor once again landed before the chief. The chief took a moment to look around him at his fellow police who were now tending to the scene and to the hostages. He then turned his attention back to Victor. “God damn” said the chief to himself, leaving out a low whistle. He raised his arm and poked Victor’s left pec a few times. Victor smile incredulously, rolling his eyes. He had assumed that the chief called him back for something important. The chief poked a few more times, unable to make even the slights of dents in Victor’s chest muscles. “Alright, you’re dismissed” said the chief, taking one last look at Victor’s magnificent chest. “Have a good one chief” said Victor, as he flew straight up a few hundred feet, and the shot forward at incredible speeds. The chief watched his departure, while tucking his erection into the elastic waist of his underwear. “God damn” he whispered again, with another chuckle.

Always wishing we could read more stories with Victor. Alas, the author hasn’t visited this site since years. BTW, this is how I like to imagine Victor:

The Unexpected Opportunity Today started like any other day. Blue sky, bright sun, mid 70s to low 80s just perfect. I took my pre-workout and protein shake and began to head to the gym for a nice and long workout. Today was going to be chest, shoulders, and traps. I’ve been going to my gym for a couple of years to workout for the health benefits but recently started talking to more and more people there and started to really look at my physique. It wasn’t really the way I wanted to look so I decided to really focus on my workout and diet after listening to the advice of some of the IFBB pros that attend the gym too. But there was 1 guy there that didn’t really say much to anybody and honestly, his build was like something I’ve never seen before. Toned legs but nothing to write home about, a roid looking gut but it couldn’t be because the rest of him didn’t match someone taking gear. Huge arms, shoulders, and traps that are halfway up his neck but his back wasn’t that wide and his chest wasn’t much larger than my own. In short, he looked like an action figure with mixed matched body parts but the parts that were big were very defined and prominent. I would purposefully look for him when it was my day to work any of those particular muscle group. I’d always look to see if he was in the gym as sort of a motivational factor to get that extra rep or one more set. Some of the regulars started noticing changes in my physique of course I couldn’t see it. Probably because I see myself every day but even through the baggy sweats and big t-shirt they were able to notice. That’s a little bit of a motivational factor to keep on pushing. Today, while sitting on the bench getting ready to workout, I was talking to one of the regulars. He was trying to talk me into cutting with him so I could see what my body could really look like when it’s lean and tight. I told him let me think about it because I honestly I like the size but I just want to have a flat stomach not abs just flat. No sooner did I say that, HE walked by in mid-conversation to the water filling station and my buddy saw my eyes move towards him as he walked by. When the guy walked back by and started his workout, I was told his name was Jason. Apparently, he is one that doesn’t know the proper way to build a body according to the professionals. But I countered to say that he is big as shit and it looks like he is trying to bring up the weaker areas. After a few more minutes of conversation, we wrapped up our conversation and I began my workout. Since it was pretty warm in the gym which is basically a refurbished warehouse that became a gym quite a few people started to workout shirtless. I wasn’t that confident in my own appearance to workout shirtless, but it did provide for more motivation and opportunities to see what it would potentially look like if I were to start cutting with the rest of them. I could see what they were talking about with being able to see what you could look like leaned out. My guy well Jason, now that I know his name, essentially read the room and began working out shirtless soon and seeing him changed my perspective. Yeah his shape was a bit off but he was working arms like some of the pros and while you could see the perfect separation of the bicep as they were flexing in the mirror. Jason’s bicep and peak was just huge. Not fat but kind of like an offseason type of look which wasn’t bad looking. If could workout like that and make sure I don’t slack in other areas I’d be a bad man. After I finished my set, I made up my mind. I told the guys I’m not trying to compete or anything so I don’t see an issue with just focusing on getting huge. I said that within earshot of Jason who heard me, smirked, but didn’t break his current set or stride. The guys understood and we kept working out today as planned but after that there wasn’t much conversation with them anymore. You would have thought I talked about their mother or something. But either way I just kept focusing on my goal of just getting bigger. I’ve started to notice some changes in how clothes fit but nothing too drastic. Over the next several days, I was working out on my own with no interaction from my old friends and Jason was nowhere to be seen. However, a few days later Jason showed back up but he looked different, I don’t know how and really don’t care but his chest and back had grown very large to match his arms and traps. I again, don’t know how it happened but one day I will work up the nerve to talk to Jason but for now I will get on with my routine now that my walking motivation is back I will push a little harder today. [To be continued...]

Fantastic read! I love it where this is going! I’m also hoping that their supreme shredding will also make their waist tighten way below the 30” But that’s just my kinky mind

Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 02 Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 02 Ryan woke up as usual in his king size bed, his cock inside his jockstrap had woken him up with wood as hard as steel, yesterday's evening and his brother's new size had stimulated him, and his cock arrogantly demanded attention, but Ryan had to work that morning, so he decided to get up very early to be in town to see a client on time, he knew he was leaving his nephew with his new big brother Ben. The two would have spent some father/son time, and who knows, maybe Ben would have better understood and appreciated his new dimensions even more... although Ryan was sure he had heard very distinct and deep grunts from his brother's room at night Before. He headed to the shower, not disdaining a powerful flex and some poses in the large mirror that surrounded his bedroom, making his hard cock rise even more and swell all the veins above his giant body. "uhmmm...if I don't calm down I'll shoot another load before the shower hahaha..." he said giving one last lustful look at his body in the mirror, heading to the shower and leaking some pre-cum from the head of his massive cock, giving it a mighty squeeze with his left hand, and licking the milky, salty precum off it. The shower ran full and hot on his massive body, grope his mass. Big barrel-chested ape, he loved clamping his big hands on his heavy pecs and lifting them up and down, feeling the weight of them. Big thick slabs of beef, they had to weigh 50lbs each. And such extreme strength in them. He knew he could outbench 99.99 percent of the men in the world. Maybe 100 percent. Made him hard thinking of doing it. Waddling onto the bench and outlifting any punk that dared to challenge him. Then his hands would go to his big shoulders, his massive guns and lower down to his roidguts, Hard as granite, and growing with every meal he had. Turned him on so much, he could barely stand it. He liked to press his hands against the sides of the shower and cum hands free to his own thickness and power. Problem was, he kept cracking the tile under his thick, heavily calloused hands. His muscles were as hard as his cock, the idea of growing even bigger didn't help with his hard-on, not to mention Ben's transformation...yeah. ...he had become a real roids monster in a short time....so big, so full...his hands ran over his body, feeling every vein, every swelling, every fiber... every part of him exuded power, dominance and the desire to grow even more, he was insatiable for the mass, he wanted more much more! Just wanted to be huge! He wanted to become a real freak! A bull neck wider than his head, with powerfull cannonball shoulders, arms as huge as marble columns, massive biceps over 26 inchs, powerful triceps big as bulls and backs so wide he had to bend sideways to walk through doors, a chest so thick that can't see his feets, so big that at the cinema he had to take two chairs to sit on, thighs as powerful and wide as redwoods, calves as hard as diamond and big as terracotta pots. And so powerful that it can lift an SUV with its arms above its head! Ryan raised his arm to his mouth, and kissed his own biceps, was, hot! This tornado of sensations led him to hold his cock now hard as steel, dripping with pre-cum, which with anger and virility was about to explode into a river full of protein cum that fueled his growth! ""..Oh yesss....grrrrrr..." he said, letting out a low, bestial roar, because for a few days he had noticed that his own cum increased the power of the steroids and drugs he regularly took, a sensation that excited him even more! "Fuck I'm so big, so hot, so powerful...I need moooore...I want moooooorrre!" A low, gotural roar announced his coming, powerful, copious and thick, cum that Ryan licks from his hand, from the shower wall now full without leaving any drops, because he had to grow bigger, bigger, stronger, more powerful! His body looked like it had undergone a pumping workout, his muscles were swollen more than ever, veins as big as tubes everywhere and a feeling of pure enjoyment all over his body. The day was going to be great.... he said to himself, looking at himself in the mirror in all its power and revealing an evil grin on his face, He never felt so swollen with size and power. he tried not to look too much in the mirror. But when he dried his hair, couldn't help it. His arms swelled so huge. He bet it was now more than 22 inches. his cock rose again, causing the towel to fall and flexed his arms in the mirror. He knew he had to hurry to get to his client but he loved himself. His fists compress causing his forearms to swell and become covered in veins. He shook his arms and walked over to the mirror. He raised an arm towards his reflection. He clenched his fist and squeezed. "Oh yes," he said as he watched his thick forearm swell thickly. “Bigger than most men's biceps,” he boasted. He jerked off while he continued to flex his massive forearm. Inspired by the feel of his muscular arm, he came again, his cum flying upwards and hitting the head of the mirror high. licking everything that had leaked out again, it was important, it was delicious but now was time to have breakfast, take his morning supplements and go to work with the client. "fuck I'm a fucking beast....how much I love it! - He said coming out of the shower and heading towards his closet. He was hungry. All he could think about was getting food. He needed to eat, and eat big. To feed his muscle, and grow. He ached for more growth. More growth and power. He wanted to feel what it was like to be 475lbs of sheer brute size and strength. He grunted with desire for it. When he heard his bedroom door open.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6: I'll never forget that first night back. We didn't stop fucking for 8, 9 hours. Flip flopping over and over again, until our dicks felt too sore to keep going (but still rock hard). If I closed my eyes, I'd be overwhelmed by the feeling, the smell, of Frank's 470 pounds of furry muscle, writhing in my arms. If I opened them, my eyes would land on some grotesquely swollen muscle group, or his freak cock, or his bull neck, or on his handsome (and very roided-out) face, and I'd cum uncontrollably. After his pecs, his face was probably the second hottest thing. You’ve gotta imagine this youthful, handsome, bright-eyed, friendly face — at the helm of a body that would make your knees shake. Thick, short, dark beard that made his kisses and rimming even more intense and masculine. Neck and traps so astonishingly large they seemed to be encroaching on his ears. Veins snaking up and down his neck, and along the side of his buzzed head. His face was noticeably wider from all the roids. Believe it or not, that whole night, in between fucking, every hour or so, we'd pause to eat cold chicken and rice. There were 20 or so Tupperware containers stacked inside the mini-fridges in the dorm room. Nothing -- not even the ardor of touching each other's monstrous bodies after three months of growth -- would stop us from hitting our macros. I could almost feel my muscles growing in real time as I wolfed down pound after pound of bland food. We’d silently eat our fuel, take a swig of water, then go back to fucking like rabbits. By late morning, maybe 11am or so, I'd estimate we had each cum 10 times and consumed about 500 grams of protein. "Fuck bro, you smell so good," I moaned as I buried my face in the dark, thick fur of Frank's pit. His pheromones rubbed into the thick new beard I had grown that summer, coating my face with his scent. "Missed you so much, man," said Frank in his unique voice -- so gentle yet so scarily deep. "You know what sounds hot?" I said. "What?" "Let's take a shower together. I wanna get these muscles all wet and soapy," I said, stroking my swollen pecs. "Oh fuck bro...Oh fuck..." cried Frank. His sore, tired dick was already rising and spurting pre-cum. I was restless to leave the dorm room, in part to see the other students' reactions. You have to remember, this was the Sunday in September before classes started, the first day of college for most people in our dorm. Except for us, everyone in the residence hall was a freshman. As we could hear outside our door, the dorm was a hive of activity, full of little freshman guys getting to know each other, joking, laughing, bonding with their new friends. Not realizing the two muscle freaks that lurked just a few feet away. So picture it. There were eight or so freshman guys out in the hall, meeting each other, chatting amiably, full of nerves on their first day of college. Then suddenly Frank emerged from our room, completely naked. Not very gracefully, either. Even turned sideways, he got stuck in the doorframe — I pushed him from behind, dislodging him. He was covering his cock with a towel, a full-size towel, but it looked like a hand towel in his muscle paw. His ass completely exposed, cum still dripping down his hamstrings. 470 pounds. Ruggedly handsome, short dark beard, thick dark fur covering his body. Literally the most muscular human being on the planet. Hairy. Everywhere. Naked. One freshman screamed girlishly — genuinely disturbed. The rest went silent. Dead silent. I followed behind Frank. No clothes either, but my towel was at least wrapped around my waist. I was 19 years old, 265 pounds, looking like a superheavyweight IFBB pro walking out on stage -- only I was speckled with Frank’s dried loads. For a second, the dazed guys glimpsed inside our dorm room, saw (and smelled) the vortex of broken furniture, dried cum, jock clothes, tren vials, Tupperware containers, before the door slammed shut behind me. The shared bathroom was right across the hall. Frank swanned right past the shocked, silent onlookers, ignoring them. Pecs bouncing as he walked proudly. You could have heard a pin drop. He rotated 90 degrees to get through the bathroom door. Even sideways, he was so thick that his hairy pecs slid along the doorframe, barely squeezing through, leaving a thick streak of cum, from a load that hadn't dried yet. "Fuck, Frank! This school needs to get some wider doors, bro! Ha ha ha," I said loudly, like a dumb jock, knowing the impression that this jocularity would have on my rapt audience. As if a 470-pound 19-year old was a laughing matter. There was nothing remotely funny about Frank's body. It was terrifying, arousing, unreal, fascinating, like no other human body, ever. You couldn't believe it. You couldn't look away. "Bro, once I hit 500, I won't even fit in sideways," Frank replied. Without looking, I could feel the observers wince. I knew they were thinking: 500 what? 500 pounds? He's talking about being 500 pounds? They knew it was true, yet couldn't believe it -- didn't want to. I followed Frank into the bathroom, stripping off my towel to give the other guys a vision of my bubble butt as I went in. I heard some satisfying gasps behind me. I knew the shock was about my insane muscularity -- they probably hadn't noticed the long stream of Frank's cum dripping out of my hole. I don't even know if the bathroom was empty. We didn't care. We were shameless. We squeezed right in one of the showers, didn’t even try to shut the door, turned on the warm water, and started kissing passionately. We rimmed each other, blew each other, but mostly just felt up each other's muscles in disbelief. We moaned as loud as we wanted to, knowing full well that there was a crowd of guys in the hallway listening. “Bruh, can’t wait to lift together,” Frank said as he dried off his body. “I wanna show you how strong I am. C'mon, let's go back to our room to dry off.” Frank squeezed himself out of the bathroom doorway completely naked, towel thrown over his hairy, watermelon-sized shoulder. An oozing red boner bounced up and down against his veiny thighs. No shame whatsoever. As if the crowd of guys in the hallway didn’t even exist. In doing so, he had thrown open the bathroom door with unbelievable force. An unlucky nerdy freshman who happened to be entering at the same time flew five feet through the air and slammed against a wall. Frank either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Frank didn’t even apologize to the dazed kid— who gazed up at the mountain of naked muscle stomping past him. Frank squeezed back into our dorm room. The door slammed behind him. I was behind Frank, just a soaking wet towel wrapped around my waist. I stopped to make sure the nerd was all right. As I kneeled over him, my luscious pecs were right by his eyes. Soapy water from the shower was dripping all over his face. “You ok bro?” His face turned pink and I could see how badly he wanted to suck on my muscle tits. My nipples were so close to his lips, he started puckering his mouth like a baby. I realized he was fine and stood up, making sure to swerve my insane bubble butt right in front of the nerd’s face. Just a thin, sopping-wet towel separating his lips from the hottest ass he'd ever seen. I stood up to waddle back to the room to rejoin Frank. But one of the freshman guys was standing in my way, blocking the hall. He was clearly a jock. Baseball or football from the look of it. He had a handsome face, sort of like Travis Kelce, and a great build -- 6'1", 210 pounds, all muscle. Behind him a posse of six other guys (much smaller) were standing -- trying to look tough but clearly petrified of me. "What the fuck, bro?" said the jock. "You guys need to put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see this gay shit--" He had barely finished his sentence when I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall with incredible force. In doing so I had dropped my towel, so my body was naked and glistening in all its glory. I raised the jock a few inches up the wall by his neck; he kicked his toes, trying to find purchase. The other boys recoiled and jumped back. Two of them started to run away. I turned my head and growled, "YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE." They stopped dead in their tracks. The jock who had confronted me was struggling to breathe. His face was turning red. He tried pathetically to peel my arms away. He felt weightless. Choking him like this, holding him off the ground, felt as easy as lifting a pillow. Before he could pass out, I let him fall. He coughed and gulped for air, looking at me with a mix of fury and terror. I flexed a freaky 21-inch arm in his face. "Kiss it," I told him. He looked so mad that you could fry an egg on his forehead. But he complied, pecking my veiny peak in the lamest possible way. "NO!" I bellowed. "Polish it you fuck." Then he slurped the peak, kissed it the same way that he'd kiss a woman's tits. The other guys were absolutely horrified, but they couldn't look away from the show I was putting on. They were shocked beyond words: The scene unfolding belonged in a prison shower, not a college dorm. After 10 seconds of watching the jock suck on my bicep, my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I was completely naked. Cock throbbing and leaking in front of a bunch of strangers half my size. My behavior surprised even me. I'd never physically fought anyone in my life. Yet I was getting great pleasure from putting on this display. It felt natural. Was this "roid rage?" I withdrew my huge arm. "Now, you listen to me," I said, with a scarily masculine voice to match my body. "If you stay out of our way, we'll stay out of yours. But if I hear one word, ONE more fucking word, you're gonna regret it. And if ANY of you" (I turned to stare down the other guys, who recoiled in fear) "even thinks about reporting us, about saying anything to the school...I will find out who. Believe me. And when I do, well, it's not an ass kicking you'll have to worry about." I twirled the jock around like a rag doll and slammed his stomach against the wall. I squeezed his muscular ass, stroked his furry hole with my finger. He whimpered. "Woof, nice," I went on. "And if you think I'm rough, well, wait till Frank gets a hold of you. You know, Frank? The 470-pound bodybuilder in the room over there? Hah. Now does anyone have anything else to say to me? Anyone?" Total silence. "Good." -- I'm not sure if Frank was listening from inside our dorm room. All I know is that when I entered -- still hard from this little scene -- I was shocked to see him on all fours on the mattress on the floor. Ass up. Still dripping warm water from the shower. His slightly hairy back was so wide he could have touched both walls of our dorm room at the same time. So much muscle twitching and flexing -- muscle groups I didn't even know existed. The sheer mass of his hairy bubble butt and legs made me dizzy. Frank looked back at me, a scary, serious expression on his face. He was barely able to turn his head, atop his swollen traps and freakish neck. "FUCK ME!!!!" Frank roared — loud and deep enough to make your heart stop. Not asking. Commanding. I got chills. My dick somehow got even harder. I thought of all the shocked guys in the hallway who had undoubtedly heard that command through the paper-thin walls. My throbbing cock slipped into his beautiful, hairy hole. “UNNNNH!” he yelled as I entered him, even louder than before. “FUCK MEEE!!!” Within ten seconds, my eyes landed on the spot where his hairy traps met his buzz-cut neck: the biggest traps to ever exist, the thickest neck to ever exist. I saw the beautiful, crazed, still-boyish eyes that looked back at me, taking in my own enormous muscles. I saw his face: red, flushed, surrounded by veins and beard and stubble and muscle. A true freak. An actual monster. Muscles and hormones elevated beyond human limits. Then I thought of my own size, how far I was on my own path to freakdom...How I'd surely be in the 300-pound club before long.... It was too intense. I felt a warm gushing feeling overtake my cock and I came uncontrollably. I started to cry real tears, that’s how overwhelming the pleasure was. “YOU CAME!? NOOOO!!” Frank roared. He went berserk. He slammed his gorilla forearms on the ground. The entire room shook. Stuff toppled over everywhere. For the first time since we first met, I was scared of him. He slammed me down on the mattress and towered over me. From my vantage point, his hairy, dripping pecs obscured everything but his crazy eyes. A continous stream of pre-cum leaked from his cock, right onto my abs. “FUCK ME!!!” he raged. “Frank, I can’t. I just came, I need a min—“ He bent down and swallowed my cock, which was covered in cum and still oozing. He sucked off every drop of cum, savoring it. I cried out: my sensitive dick couldn’t handle the suction. Despite my 265 pounds of bulging muscles, I felt weak and pathetic under his mass. Now I knew how that jock felt. “FUCK ME!!” “Frank, just give me five—“ “NO! NOW!!!” He shoved me down on the mattress then started smothering my face with his pecs. Over and over he ground my face into his wet, furry chest. Then he stuck his tongue down my throat, while engulfing my head with his 26” arms. My eyes were wide open, taking in the awesome sight of his muscles in my peripheral vision. Like Popeye with the spinach, this made my cock rock hard again, a mere 60 seconds after I had bred him. Frank backed up and sat on my boner, riding it manically. His face was red. Sweat poured from every inch of his body. I felt like a hippo was sitting on my lower body, that’s how heavy he was. Frank’s wild eyes were scanning my new muscles: my massive, plump pecs, my amazing shoulders, my veiny biceps. He bounced up and down, his hard cock slapping my abs over and over again like a drummer. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK MAN, UNNNHH!” he yelled as my cock tore through his hole for the 10th time that day. I couldn’t tell you what was more intense: the pain of my sore dick, the weight of his body on top of me, or the pleasure I was feeling in spite of everything. After about 10 minutes of this, Frank started to cum. Explosively. He sprayed a gigantic load all over my face, right into my open mouth. My own cock let loose, and I released another warm load into his already dripping muscle hole. He flexed two 26-inch arms as I unloaded. The pleasure was too much for me. The room went dark. I closed my eyes. I briefly lost consciousness. When I woke up, Frank was holding me in his arms, kissing my shoulder affectionately, kneading my massive pecs. I grabbed onto his hairy forearm and realized it was about the same size as my own thigh. "Fuckin stud," he whispered, pecking kisses on my veiny neck. --- The first few weeks of sophomore year, the reaction to both of us was wild. A full-blown scandal ensued. Within a few weeks of Frank waddling around campus, the college newspaper published a story about steroids in football, about the college and league’s complicity as players used dangerous amounts of PEDs. Accompanying the article were paparazzi-type photos of Frank walking around campus in a string-like tank top, me beside him. I saved the newspaper clipping, and it's now splattered with cum from the dozens, maybe hundreds of times I've jerked off to it. “College Football Turns a Blind Eye to Football Players’ Steroid Abuse," read the headline. The article pretended to speak to a larger trend in athletics, but it was 99% just about Frank.

This continuous story takes the form of a series of posts on an online bulletin board, similar to Reddit. As such, additions should take the form of similar posts. DISCLAIMER: The following contains depictions of unprotected sex by consenting adults. Since they are fictional characters, they are immune to HIV and similar sexually transmitted diseases. You, however, are not; be certain of your status and stay safe out there. ----------------------------------------------------------- So, I figured I'd put this out there, in case I'm not the only one who's experienced this. The morning before classes started this past fall, a guy in a trench coat came up to me on my way back from the gym to my off-campus apartment and offered me something that would "change [my] life forever." It was just a bunch of vials with some weird liquid inside; it looked like water, but dyed blue. Said to give them to my friends and "anyone who wanted to be more than just a regular old gym-rat." Their words, not mine. When I got home, I opened one and gave it a sniff. No odor, so, as far as I knew, it was water. Something told me to give it a shot, so I drank one down and headed to bed. That night, I had the weirdest-- and hottest-- dream. I was standing in the locker room of my gym, only no one was there. Looking in the mirror, I saw this massive bodybuilder, bigger and more ripped than anyone I'd ever seen. I was holding a barbell that must've held at least 200 pounds-- and I was curling it as if it weighed twenty! NGL, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. When I woke up, there was a cum stain on my sheets. The craziest part is that I was still horny. I spent the next week trying to stay lucid. I was horny as fuck the whole time, wanting to spend a full day jerking off and lifting. My lifts have never been better, and my orgasms were bigger and more full than I'd ever felt before. I made a month's worth of progress in a week's time. It was absolutely mind-blowing! That's when I told a few of my friends about the vials. They were shocked when I showed them my abs: a six-pack that was more defined relaxed than it had ever been while flexing. All four of them drank the vials' contents that second, and we started lifting in the gym close to closing. I never thought lifting while horny was much of a benefit but, with this stuff flowing trough our veins, it definitely was. Not only were we growing like a weed, but we were jerking off multiple times a day every day for the whole semester. If you thought a bunch of regular teenagers were horny, try a bunch of 18-year-old lifters on some super-secret super-steroid. We'd keep jerking off right after cumming for hours most times. Sometimes, we'd prolong it, gooning and flexing for hours until we all erupted like active volcanoes, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and veins like viridian hoses. I'm pretty sure each of us produced enough cum that semester to impregnate every woman in the state. By the time Christmas rolled around, we realized we were more than just huge and ripped to shreds. We were strong. Really strong. Nothing in the gym challenged us anymore, not even when we piled plate after plate on a barbell and curled it for shits and giggles. Then, I got a crazy idea. I went to my buddy Jake's car, put my hands on the frame and lifted the whole damn thing overhead. By the time I put the car down, every single one of us were cumming on the spot, without a single hand touching our cocks. It was the hottest thing ever. So, that happened. Anyone else run into this guy? I wanted to thank him and tell him he was right. Our lives will never be the same.

Max, dude! I was wondering when you'd make this post! You wouldn't believe the encounter I had with that guy. So, he sells me this vial of... I don't know what. Tells me that, if I inject it, it will "make a new man out of you." His words. Anyway, not a week later, I feel hyper, like I drank three Monsters back to back. I head to the gym to burn off some steam and I found myself just grabbing weights and doing whatever exercise I could think of. Everything just felt too damn light for some reason. I loaded a barbell with I don't even know what weight at first and started benching. But it felt too light. Then I heard someone go "Holy shit!" and I snapped out of it long enough to see a sight I will never forget. I was halfway into a bicep curl rep with a thousand pounds. And it felt like an aluminum can. I was hard as fuck! I put the weight down and headed to the lockers. I started flexing my muscles in the mirror, my cock hard as a steel pole. Then, one of the twinks from the gym comes up behind me and starts feeling my pecs. We were both so fuckin' horny that we didn't care who saw what. I bring him in front of me and let him go at it while I flexed for him. I don't know how long we were there, but he was worshiping me, riding my cock, sucking me off... He was as insatiable as I was. Shit, as I am, since I'm still fuckin' horny. If we're as strong as you say we are, this is gonna be a blast! Anyway, I gotta go. That twink is coming over and we're gonna see how long we both can jerk off.

Part 3 “Are you okay?” “Y… No,” Adam sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to lie, even to himself. “Do you want to keep going?” “There’s nowhere to go. That’s it. Never saw him again. Eventually I just… stopped thinking about it,” Adam says. He’s not looking at the screen still. He can’t bring himself to. “Sounds like you were pretty angry,” Trent said carefully. He didn’t want to hurt his friend, after all. “Of course I was angry! He was just so… stupid. And he was meant to be the smart one of us.” “You think his actions were stupid?” “Well what would you call it?” Adam demanded, “You didn’t see him. He was obsessed, a completely different person. He was selfish, he was-” “Addicted,” Trent interrupted, “Or fixated. Do you think he could have honestly helped himself if he wanted?” “And you think I should have stuck around and helped him. You think I was wrong.” “I never said that,” Trent shook his head. “You’re thinking it.” “No, but YOU are,” Trent pushed back. “Come on Adam, it’s obvious how guilty you feel about the decision. Stepping away from a toxic relationship can be healthy - you honestly think I, of all people, am going to argue against that?” Adam checked himself, relaxed his shoulders, and backed down. “Sorry man, ‘course you’re right. I know you’re not looking for a fight.” “It’s okay, we’re good. I’ve said way worse to you, before now.” “But fine, okay, so what if I’m having second thoughts? Why now?” Adam asked, changing the subject back, “Tommy wasn’t in the alley. The situation wasn’t similar. Why would this of all things set me off?” “Honestly man? I haven’t got a clue,” Trent said, an expansive shrug lifting his broad shoulders, “You want to take the story from the top?” The two spent the next half hour or so re-hashing the events in the alley, the interview leading up to it and briefly covering the details of what had happened with Tom, but neither of them felt any closer to the truth. Eventually, Trent had needed to go (though he promised to call back) but before he did, he suggested Adam get some food and some air. Maybe with a change of scenery, the realization might finally come to him. He was more right than either of them could have anticipated. Earlier in the day Adam had a vague sense of walking around town, taking in the sights, and finding somewhere good to eat. This wasn’t the easiest task - he had to factor in the physical space available to him in some restaurants, not to mention the build quality of their chairs, but things usually worked out. Now though, he was in no mood to be dealing with it. He took his phone and made an order instead - a stupidly large and expensive order, but he’d been paid well for the podcast, and he was in a mood to indulge and sulk. A knock came at the door, and he opened it. And then he froze. And so did the driver, even as he struggled to lift the delivery. It was the man from the alley. His expression turned quickly from shock to disdain, and he thrust the food into Adam’s arms muttering a hurried “Enjoy your meal,” before turning to hurry away, but it was too late - it was that look. That glare of annoyance that had made Adam feel as if it might explode him, every time he’d seen it, and back when he and Tom had been friends, he’s seen it a lot. He wasn’t fixated on Tommy at all. Or rather he was, but only because of the actual memory that had been dredged up by that chance encounter in the alley. And that memory wasn’t of Tom, but his… well, his brother. No wonder he hadn’t recognised him. “Wait!” Adam called. He dropped the food, squeezed through the door, and chased after the smaller man. He whipped around quickly, eyes going wide and mouth opening involuntarily at the sight of the behemoth bearing down on him at an unsurpassable speed. Adam, to his credit, saw the fear immediately. He stopped, holding out his hands in a gesture of peace. “Please, just - wait. Don’t go..” he paused awkwardly. Again, he felt himself floundering. “I don’t know your name anymore.” After a moment, the man responded. “Reuben.” Well, it can’t have been the worst question - he got an answer, Adam reasoned. But Reuben continued. “You dropped that yourself, you know. I took a picture before I knocked, you can’t get me fired.” “Why would I want to get you fired?” “Because you get off on hurting people? You know who I am, right? It’s not like you have to pretend to be a good person.” “I’m - I’m not…” Adam could hardly speak, the comment cutting him and making his throat shake. “I didn’t recognize you before.” “So?” “I’ve been thinking about you - about Tommy-” “Well there’s a first time for everything,” Reuben sneered, and turned again to leave. “Please!” Adam called again, “Don’t just go - I have questions, about you, about him. Could you not just come inside? I’d do anything.” “And why the fuck should I?” Reuben walked towards him now, squaring up to him in a face off so one-sided it would be hilarious, if not for the circumstances. “After what you did to my brother - to my family - what gives you the right to ask anything of me?” Adam’s shoulders went slack. He was out of his depth, this was all too much to handle - and it was in that kind of situation where his simplicity helped him most. “You’re right,” his eyes studied the carpet and not Reuben’s furious face as he spoke now, in a more even tone. “I have no right to ask. But I have a responsibility to. Please, just - can we talk?” “What, so you worm your way back into his life? Or are you just worried about protecting your image, “Mr Influencer”?” Reuben was in full flow now, spitting his words with a venom that had only distilled over the years, “Oh yeah, I know all about that. You can fool the world into thinking you’re this good-natured himbo, but I know what you really are, Adam Hennessey.” “I’ve changed. I’m still changing.” “You haven’t-” “I HAVE,” Adam asserted, his voice not aggressive, but his low bass rattling the window panes of the hall all the same. “I’m trying to be better, and it’s slow and sometimes I still fuck up and do stupid things, because I’m stupid, but I don’t give up. And for some reason, the most amazing girl in the world says she wants to marry me, and I have friends who care for me, and a fucking following that listen to me and want me advice - and I have no idea why anyone would want to. I’m just some idiot who got lucky. But this isn’t about me. It’s about Tom and you, and what you both deserve. Will you please come inside?” Reuben’s body language didn’t soften, but his voice did. “I’m working.” “You know where I am. What time do you finish? You could always come back.” Reuben studied him for a moment and - with a scoff - said “I’ll think about it.” The evening was even more uncomfortable from then on - Adam straightened at the sound of anyone outside, wondering if they might be Reuben returning. He never did. It was nearly 1am and Adam was just starting to doze when he heard a faint knock on the door. It took him a second to notice what it was, but when he did, he bolted upright and was across the room in a second. He opened the door, mouth open to thank Reuben for coming. It wasn’t Reuben. “Hi.” It was Tommy. — To call the atmosphere awkward would be an understatement - a chainsaw would be needed instead of the proverbial knife if there was any attempt to cut the tension. There wasn’t from either party. Adam felt numb. He’d offered Tom a space on the sofa, which he’d taken, as well as food, water and beer, which he hadn’t. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Tom was just looking at him - openly, if guardedly - as he sat on the floor. Adam tried to shrink into himself, as if any attempt could be made to hide the hundreds of pounds of muscle in the room. “You’ve grown,” Tom said, matter-of-factly. “Yeah - I uh, got lucky with the shot,” Adam responded. “I know. I’ve seen your TikToks.” “You have? I mean, Reuben mentioned it, but I didn’t know if - I mean, I’m surprised you watched. That you could, you know?” Adam was flustered again. “It’s been a long time, Adam. I’m not a kid any more.” “Sure, obviously, I didn’t mean to talk down to you-” “I’m doing okay,” Tommy interrupted, “That’s the question you’re afraid to ask me, right? I’m not using any more, I’m not freaking out about you - though I’ll admit, it’s a lot to process in person. And I’m not about to burst into some jealous rage, so just… relax okay?” “Yeah, well, that’s easy to say - but can you blame me for being on edge?” Adam retorted, “The last time I saw you you were dying because of me, I’m allowed to be a bit anxious.” “It’s been years, Adam. You’re not the only one who’s changed.” “But I don’t know that, do I? Because when you needed me most of all, I turned and walked away. You nearly died - you DID die before they brought you back. And fuck, dude, you know how I felt? I felt angry. I thought you were weak, I was disgusted at you for what you’d done to me. What kind of selfish monster does that make me, Tom?” “If you’re looking for me to argue your virtues, you’re looking in the wrong place-” “I’m NOT. I’m really not,” Adam shook his head, “I was a terrible friend long before that. I should’ve had the sense to see what I was doing to you. I was… stupid. Too many people whispering things in my ear, making me feel like the big I-am when I should have been listening to you.” “Then listen to me now, because I wasn’t done talking.” Tom was sitting upright, his knuckles white as he held onto a cushion for support. His expression is just like his brother’s. “I’m an addict, Adam.” “But you said-” “I said fucking listen!” He threw the cushion at Adam, which thudded against his broad chest harmlessly before falling limply to the floor. The two watched it fall, before looking at each other again. It turned out to be the chainsaw they needed. The two fell about laughing at the stupidity of the gesture; Adam felt tears roll down his cheeks, “I’ve missed you, man,” Tom said as the laughter began to die down. “You have? I’d have thought you’d never want to see me again,” Adam said, genuinely astonished. “For a while, sure,” Tom said, shrugging, “But it’s been a journey. I hated you at first, and early on, I’d probably agree with your version of events - now, I think I’d have to argue.” “Dude, I was an asshole-” “Yeah, no arguments there.” “Fuck you, I'm trying to be serious, man!” Adam’s brow furrows with earnest emotion. “Failing you is the biggest regret of my life. The way I treated you was - I mean, you were like a brother to me, but I cast you aside like garbage.” “It didn’t help. And like I said, I’m not about to start making excuses for you, but your telling of it all misses out one crucial player in all this - me.” Now it was Adam’s turn to be dismissive. “Dude, if you thinking I’m going to start victim-blaming -” “I am NOT a victim, Ad. Not entirely,” Tom said. “I am an addict, like I said - I was at the time and it’s never going to disappear completely, no matter how much I work at it. A huge part of the reason I am where I am right now - part of the reason I’m still alive - is taking responsibility for my own actions in all this. And while I think it’s great that you feel guilty for your part in it, you need to realize that it’s just that - a part. To say otherwise is to rob me of my own agency.” Adam blinked twice trying to digest it. “You, uh, lost me at “agency”” he said, getting a snort of laughter out of Tom, “But I got the gist of it. Yeah man, I - I guess I never thought about it like that.” “It’s fine. Like I said, you didn’t help - but you were just a kid too, it’s too much to expect you to intuit exactly what I was going through, and that I barely understood myself. It started the second I saw you’d outgrown me and it festered, turning uglier and nastier. And I helped the rot spread. You could’ve been inhumanely empathetic, said and done everything perfectly, and I’d still’ve found a reason to hate you for it. I hated feeling small, and blamed you for something beyond your control.” Adam just nodded - it wasn’t all beyond his control, but he didn’t want to push that point again. Tommy knew it as well as he did. He looked Tommy up and down as he listened - his friend was still small. Definitely under 6 feet tall, though it was hard to judge with accuracy these days, normal people looked more or less the same height to him unless they stood next to each other. Tommy was in shape, it was fair to say, but lacked the vascular, roided bulk Adam had seen on him when they’d last met. “So you’re dealing with it now, though?” He asked, “You’re happy now?” Tom winced at the question. “Happy’s a tough one. I have my moments, but I’d say I’m content more often than I’m not. I’ve had to stay tough, now everyone seems to have grown a couple of inches - or feet!” He gestured at Adam. “Yeah, I’ve - well, I’ve gotten lucky. Again.” “It’s fine, man. You don’t have to feel guilty about it. I know you’ve worked for it too, and I’m honestly happy for you.” “Thanks. You, uh - you ever thought about getting the shot yourself?” he asked tentatively. “Ha! What do you think?” Tom raised his eyebrow, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, do you? What if it didn’t work very well, how frustrated would I be? Or even worse, what if it DID work? What would it awaken in me? How much would I regress? Besides, I gotta think of my heart - I don’t even know if I’d get as far as the growing stage.” “Aw, shit, yeah… Are you doing okay?” “As healthy as can be expected, I just have to be careful with it, you know? It comes with higher risks of all kinds of nastier things, but - I’ll deal with those as they become a problem. For now I’m good, and I’ve got Reuben - we moved here together, if you’re wondering. What brings you to town though, is this a rental or…?” The two talked, and the more they talked, the more they talked. After a while the conversation moved from the more stilted topics of “what do you do now?”, “are you dating?” to more interesting stories and anecdotes; they had each on the edge of their seats at points and rolling on the floor at others. Reuben couldn’t believe the things he’d heard about Seb - who he was vaguely aware of as a successful footballer - and had Adam tell the story about the fight on the beach three times. But time stretched on - it was getting late, and they both knew it. “I’m getting married soon,” Adam said - it wasn’t related to anything they’d been talking about but it was on his mind anyway. “I heard - congrats.” Tom said, nodding. “You could come, if you wanted. To the wedding.” “I - I’m not sure I could,” Tom said, “You’re going to be surrounded by people who love the two of you…” “I love you man,” Adam said, tears welling up, “I was too stupid to see it, but I do. I love you. I miss US, y’know?” Tom got up from the sofa, took a step towards Adam and threw himself onto him, hugging what fraction of his friend he was capable of. “I know. I know buddy. And I love you. I’m not saying this is it for us, okay?” He pulled himself away to look at Adam, “It’s just, a wedding - it’s too much, too fast. Recovery’s a slow road and all the shortcuts turn out to be dead ends. But things will get better.” “You promise?” “Sure - don’t worry. Just let me come up with the plan. That’s how it works, remember?”

Chapter 9: A couple months had passed and I had gained nearly 40 lbs through the help of Uncle Ryan's roids. Most of it was, of course, fat but I certainly had gained a good bit of muscle. I was eating nearly everything in sight and I went from a fairly lean build to one where I had a layer of fat covering most of my muscles. You could certainly still see the shape of everything but I began to lose a little definition. Regardless, I just needed to bulk to get bigger at all costs. I knew it was the only thing that would make my powder work. I abstained from using it, hoping to see how well a concentrated dose would do at the end of my bulk. I was quickly increasing my weight in the gym as well. Likewise, nearly every piece of clothing I owned was quite ill-fitting as my body began to expand in every direction possible. I had a very difficult time hiding my physique from everyone as my arms, legs, and pecs were getting so large. I could tell that Ryan certainly noticed how big I was getting, and I could tell he was liking it. He often made comments about how large I was getting and how good I was doing with my lifts and diet. One day out of the blue Ryan had sent me a text when I was walking home late from work. It read, "Hey Andrew. I am looking to have a little fun tonight. When you walk in the door there will be something there for you. You'll know what to do, afterwards come into the gym." I was highly curious and a little turned-on knowing that it might be just the type of "fun" I'd been hoping for. I picked up the pace to get back home as soon as possible. As I got to the door, I unlocked it looking around. On the floor were my pair of red posing trunks that Uncle Ryan had gotten me for Christmas. I knew exactly what he wanted, as I stripped myself of my work uniform laying it on the floor, and put on the red posers that fit snugly onto my body now. I strutted over to the garage in eager expectation and opened the door. When the door opened, I found two people in there. First was Uncle Ryan who was sitting upright on a bench. Wearing only his own pair of red posers. Second was a man roughly my age whom looked very familiar also wearing only red posers. All of the workout equipment had been moved away against the walls leaving the horse stall mats completely clear. Ryan spoke, "You're finally here Andrew! I don't know if you remember Phineas here but he was our waiter several months ago. Phineas, this is Andrew." Both of us nodded at each other and exchanged pleasantries. Phineas then said, "I'm ready to have some fun, Ryan." Ryan looked at me, waiting for my response. "I am ready too Ryan!" I exclaimed. Ryan continued, "Good, first I want both of you to knell in front of each other on the mat here. Stay in the center." Phineas and I did as we were told. "Now, I've been feeding you both with a steady supply of steroids. Both of you absolutely exploded and have been great responders. I think it's time you both get to test your strength. I think it's fair to say that I'm simply too large for the both of you. It wouldn't be a fair fight, but I think you both could be a good opponent for each other." Phineas and I both gave each other the look down. We both returned with a smile as both of our bulges were actively growing. It soon clicked that's who he was. He had grown quite substantially since those few months. Not only that, he was absolutely ripped. He still had those same square pecs he did but now they were even larger and striated. They were the centerpiece of his physique and it was clear that he very meticulously trained them. "Whoever wins gets to have their way with the other and I get to watch it all happen! Deal?" Ryan said as he slipped down his posers to expose his flaccid but hardening cock that flopped onto his abs. "Deal!" "Deal!" Phineas and I scooted up closer to each as we anticipated Ryan's command. "3...2...1... GO!" Phineas and I immediately began to grapple one another, reaching out to grab one another's arms and dodging each other along the way. Eventually, Phineas charged at my torso and grabbed me to try and take me down but I resisted as he put his arms around my neck to bring me down. Next, I pushed back but he overcame me and got me to flip over. Within a couple of moments he was on top of me and had his arms wrapped around my waist. Seeing the precarious situation I was in, I knew that I had to act quick. I pushed upwards with my legs and flipped him over, causing him to lose grip of me. We began to tustle with each other on the ground for a couple of minutes. The entire time our rock hard cocks kept poking each other. At last, I finally was able to pin his hands and hold them down. He fought hard with all of his might but began to see there was little he could do to get out of the situation he was in. After around 15 seconds of keeping him relatively still, Uncle Ryan chimed in, "STOP. Andrew I think you've won. Now take your prize." I looked down at Phineas. His body was sweaty and red. I watched his chest expand and fall as he attempted to catch his breath for a while. Both of us beginning to relax as the victor had been claimed. We were both exhausted but neither of us were disappointed by any means. Phineas commented, "You're so fucking strong. I want you to fuck me really good." Since being at Ryan's (or really before) I very rarely topped anybody. But something about conquering Phineas made me feel like I needed to fuck him. His ass was mine. I loo up and saw that Ryan's cock was fully erect, as he was playing with himself. I commanded Phineas, "Worship me and my huge muscles." I looked up into the mirror that reached all the way to the floor. I could see Phineas' hands reach up and begin to rub my pecs, squeezing them. Looking at myself it was honestly exciting to see how big I had gotten. How large and wide my chest had become. I then sat up and let my muscular belly flop out a little, I had the beginnings of a muscle gut. It was still extremely defined with abs but slightly distented, "Now feel that powerful gut. God... It feels so good to have your body pumped with roids." Phineas responded, "Fuck yeah... Since I have been taking roids I can't stop growing. It's all I can think about." I looked up at Ryan as I flexed my biceps into gigantic knots of muscle, "Look at us Ryan! Look at how big you've made us! Two college students just writhing with powerful muscle." All Ryan could do was grunt and throw his head back in ecstasy. I got off of Phineas allowing for both of us to free our cocks from our posing trunk prison. Phineas flipped over on his knees and his ass wide for me. His glutes were pure, striated muscle. There was not an ounce of fat on them. I inserted my dick into his hole as moaned while it went deeper and deeper inside of him. I said to him, "Look at that ass. It's just pure muscle" "I train it as much as possible just for such occasions," Phineas replied. It felt so right to dominated this roided up pig and fucking him. Don't get me wrong, I love a cock inside of me too but this experience was just on a different level. Making him beg for me to give him my cock. The power truly was intoxicating. All while Uncle Ryan got to watch his creation, not knowing that I too had created what he is now. "Flip back over!" I commanded Phineas has I took my dick out of him. He flipped onto his back, lifting up his legs to reveal his hole again. "I want to see those huge pecs bounce as I fuck you!" Phineas began to rub his own chest feeling how powerful his pecs were. "Please, just keep fucking me!" he begged, as I obliged his request. I put his legs up onto my shoulders and reentered him again. Phineas began to rub my arms that had been planted by his sides to keep myself stable. As my biceps and forearms bulged with power. "Oh fuck! You could snap me in half with these things" "Oh I'd love to do that. Just to see me over power every muscle in your body with them." Phineas had completely sucked in his stomach as he braced his core. His entire torso just looked like a map of veins and abs that completely displaced whatever fat had once (if ever) occupied his stomach. It made his pecs look even larger and more dominant than before as they bounced up and down with each lunge. They were even dusted with a nice bit of hair. "Look at those fucking hot pecs..." I said to Phineas. "Oh god... I know, they won't stop growing. Even if I take a break from working them, they just keep getting bigger and bigger." I asked, "How often do you jack off while thinking about your own pecs?" "Oh god, daily. So many of my shirts simply can't fit them anymore. I just keep thinking about them getting so big they make me lose mobility in my arms because I can't move past them and they end up getting so big they suffocate me" I shouted, "Hear that, Uncle Ryan? We both want to get bigger! We need more roids." Ryan said, "Anything to make my muscle slaves grow for me," as he furiously tugged at his dick. I was surprised at this point that he hadn't busted or ripped his dick clean off with how hard he was masturbating. I looked back down at Phineas to see his pecs still methodically bouncing up and down. Then looked at myself in the mirror once again. I looked like a fucking animal. My muscles were completely pumped up and huge, as sweat dripped down my body. I knew that from now own, I needed nothing else other than to feed my power. Wrestling Phineas to the ground awakened something in me that I found so intoxicating: power over even the strongest most muscular men around. I leaned into fucking Phineas harder and harder and began to chant to myself, "Everything. Needs. To get. Bigger. Muscles need to grow. Grow. Into. MONSTER. More roids. More food." I kept looking at myself in the mirror completely dominating one of the most muscular people I've seen in the area, knowing there are no limits to the amount of men that I could overpower and fuck. My dick felt like it was about to explode. I looked over and saw Uncle Ryan shooting his load all over the mat right in front of us, then Phineas began to cum hands free all of his chest, all while his chest kept bouncing up and down. That sent me over the edge. I began to cum volley after volley of cum into Phineas' ass. I could feel my dick begin to be drenched in a pool of my own cum inside of his ass. It was absolutely heavenly. Immediately after we finished, Ryan took out two vials of a substance, "Here's a reward for my two roid pigs!" We both leaned over against the wall while Ryan injected our asses full of even more roids, to grow even bigger and stronger for him.

Hey there! It's me again. I apologize for going in and out. I've really struggled with finishing this story. I keep coming back to finishing it, scraping it and then rewriting it again. Trying to walk away and inevitably coming back. I am going to finish the story out for my own sanity (because I'll keep coming back to it if not). However, the pacing will be quite fast, but hopefully you'll like it just as much. Feel free to rewrite it if you feel that you could do the story justice. Chapter 8: The next day I knew that it was just going to be dad and I. Uncle Ryan had to be at a client site a few towns over and had to leave very early to be there on time. I got out of bed at roughly 8:30 and slowly got up and went out into the hallway. I could see that Ryan's door was shut, probably to keep dad from snooping in there. However, I could also see that my dad's door was wide open. I curiously peaked in to see if he was still in there. The sheets were spread out everywhere and had signs that someone slept in there last night but dad was nowhere to be found. It was just then that I could hear the feint sound of metal clanking. It must've been dad in the home gym. I quickly moved into the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. Stepping in, I found my dad laying down on a bench with an ungodly amount of weight racked up onto a bar that he was slowly benching. He was wearing only the blue briefs that had only barely survived last nights episode. As dad completed his rep with ease he racked the weight, spent a couple of moments catching his breath. "Holy shit, dad! How much weight is that?" I don't exclaimed. Dad got up and turned towards me, smiling widely, "Good morning, Andrew! Oh, this is about 650 lbs on here. I guess I wanted to come in here and test out a few things after last night." My jaw dropped first at the amount of weight dad had used to Bench press. However, soon my awe was focused solely on dad's physique. I guess last night I was in so much shock I didn't realize how much dad had actually grown. In front of me was the envy of every gym goer. Dad's gray hair and beard had grown extremely thick on his handsome face, while he had a dusting of darker gray fur all over his body. Even better than that was his pumped up, sweaty muscles that had enveloped every single inch of dad's body. His traps had swelled to large mounds that connected to his enormously thick neck that had large veins running up and down them. His shoulders and back had substantially increased in width, accentuated by his extremely narrow waist. His pecs were begging for space to exist, jutting upwards and outwards to his side pushing his football sized arms away from his body. Likewise, his briefs were just barely able to contain dad's gigantic legs, legs so large it forced his feet apart. His stomach was completely gone all that remained was thick brick-sized abs that clung tightly to his ribcage. Nothing about dad was small, as veins crawled up and down his throbbing muscles that grew and retracted with each beat of his racing heart. He was a monster by all proportions and I was the cause of it whether he liked it or not. I suppose that dad caught me staring, "They're huge, aren't they?" I shook my head as I was brought back to reality, "Yeah, dad. You look like the Incredible Hulk!" In response dad started to flex his arms, gripping his hands into tight fists while rolling them around to cause his triceps, biceps, and forearms to contort in all matter of shapes. He then brought the fists into his chest causing to flex into a massive balls. "Come on don't be shy, your old man's still got it!?" I sheepishly began to feel his bicep. It felt like a knot of pure steel, throbbing, hairy, veiny steel. "Wow, dad that's amazing. I can't believe how hard it is!" "I know! It's exciting. Now, what do you say we do a little comparison," dad said as he turned around and strutted towards the mirror. I was honestly kinda surprised that dad would even suggest something like that, but I was happy to oblige him. Anything to see him flex in his bulging muscles. I took off my shirt and walked up next to him in the mirror. I got to see his globe-sized glutes filling in his briefs quite nicely. "Alright, I'm ready!" I said to dad. Looking at me in the mirror he replied, "I need to see those legs too Andrew." I obeyed and stepped out of my pants leaving us both in the gym just in our underwear. Honestly, my body was quite impressive as well. Ever since Ryan had started injecting roids into me, my muscles started to grow rapidly. I gained tons of muscle even over the past few months, and a body that most would kill for. But next to dad I looked quite pathetic. I began pulling up my arms into a double-bicep pose. Dad followed along with me. Dad exclaimed, "Woh! Atta boy, look at those guns on you Andrew! Ryan's been training you well." I blushed a little hearing that from him, "Thanks dad, you're not looking too bad yourself!" Dad continued grinning, "Now watch this Andrew!" Dad started to go into a most muscular flex. His traps flared up, as his pecs squeezed together, fighting for space as a massive cleavage formed on dad's pecs. Dad let out, "Holy fuck, I'm massive. Look at those pecs," as he began to squeeze them together tighter and tighter. I matched his pose and exerted as much as possible, knowing that my muscles weren't nearly as pumped as dad's. But I felt so good flexing for him and showing him how big I was getting. Next dad came over to me, "flex your quads Andrew." I did as commanded and stomped my right quad onto the ground and tensed it up as much as possible. Dad then stomped his foot immediately next to mine and tensed up as well. He was comparing his legs to mine. Even with as much muscle I had, and my legs being one of my stronger muscle groups my thighs looked absolutely miniscule by comparison to dad's. I looked over just next to dad's quad and saw his bulge. It was beginning to grow larger and larger, he was getting hard. I replied, "look at those quads dad!" He replied, "Fuck... Mine make yours look like a stick figure... I shouldn't say that sorry,andrew" "No need to apologize dad it's true" I could tell that dad's bulge was getting uncomfortably erect for him and he had little way to hide it. Honestly, I was definitely begin to get hard as well. Dad quickly responded by relaxing his flex and started to walk out of the garage, "Good flex, Andrew! Now I gotta take a shower real quick." I shouted, "No worries dad!" I soon followed him inside once I heard the shower turn on. Walking into the hallway I noticed that Ryan's door was open - dad must've gotten some clothes to borrow from him real quick. However, I also walked by dad's door and noticed his was still open as well. Peering in I saw his blue briefs laying on the ground. I walked over and picked them up off the floor, bringing my nose to then. I took in a deep sniff, smelling the manly body odor that it had taken on from dad's sweat. I even pick up a slight scent of cum from them. My dick instantly became hard, and I became excited. I quickly carried them away to my room and locked my door. I laid down on my bed while shimming my underwear off of my tight body. I brought the briefs up to my face, taking wiff after wiff of my father's masculine sweat and virile cum. With my other hand I began to jerk myself off. It felt so hot, I had just turned my own father into an insanely muscular hunk. I knew he liked being big, it was obvious. I knew that he was in the shower flexing his own muscles while he played with own dick with soapy hands. I knew that I had unleashed the inner muscle god inside of dad and there wasn't anybody stopping dad from his relentless pursuit to maintain and build his massive physique. All I could think about now was being down on my knees in front of him, servicing his thick cock. While I worshipped his massive legs, while he plays with his massive over-sized pecs. It all felt so wrong but he was so fucking big, it was hard not to think about it. I knew that I was getting close to finishing. I quickly brought the briefs down to my hard dick. I quickly started to jizz all over my dad's underwear, as I felt my dick spray load after load onto the fabric my eyes rolled back into my head. After I was done, I brought the briefs back up to my nose to smell the strong scent of my cum mixed with masculine sweat. It was beyond euphoric. Once I heard the bathroom door open, I swiftly pulled up my underwear and hid dad's briefs in one of my drawers underneath some other pieces of clothing. Afterwards, I stayed in my room for a little while to calm down and quickly showered before coming out of my room again. I joined dad in the kitchen where he had prepared himself an entire blender of a protein shake as well as a dozen eggs and a pack of bacon. He was quickly scarfing it down while standing over the kitchen island, wearing a tight gray sweatshirt and sweatpants he'd taken from Ryan. "You hungry, dad?" I inquired. "Hungry? I feel like I'm starving to death, I've been craving protein since I've been awake." "Yeah, I can tell..." After a few moments of silence while dad ravenously devoured his food he eventually spoke to me, "Sorry son about the gym in there. I didn't mean to compare yourself to me like I did. You've been working hard and I just got a little carried a way is all." "Oh yeah, no worries dad. I'm just glad you're liking your new body," I smiled at him. "Oh yeah! It's only the beginning! Just thought I'd tell you before I head out early tomorrow." [...] Ryan had come home a little early from his client and we celebrated dad's last day of being with us with a good steak dinner. We spent a lot of time just talking with one another before dad had to leave. As the next morning came dad got up before either of us and left out early to return to my hometown.

A strange man in a grey hat and coat walks into people's lives. With a quip and a smirk and little white card, the darkest desires of your heart can be yours. But be careful what you ask, some dreams might be best left untrue. (If you are new to Jack and his perverse wish fulfillment, buckle up for a wild ride. For those of you familiar with the original series, I've turned it into a novel with even more intrigue, sex and growth.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Guys Are Going to Notice. A skinny kid gets a chance to make his ultimate dream come true but learns a lesson about saying too much. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CJ slammed the door to his dorm room. “Pathetic… that’s what that was…. Just pathetic...” He didn’t understand, he was a nice guy, he had career ambitions, but all the girls wanted from him was friendship. He was particularly desolated today. He’d just asked Carly if she wanted to go to the movies with him tonight. They’d been hanging out so much recently, she’d be so nice, he just knew he was doing everything right. He also knew that she had nothing to do when she told him she’d be busy. She’d told him a few days ago that she never did anything during the school week and here she was suddenly busy every day. “What is it about me that they hate?” He said looking into a mirror. In truth he knew. His t-shirt sagged over his bony shoulders. His stick thin arms, rather than filling the sleeves, rattled around inside of them like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. His torso had no shape what so ever. It was just a wiry frame that clothes were draped over rather than fitted to, as if they were hanging out to dry. People liked him. He had a great sense of humor. It’s just that they always wanted to be his friend and never anything more. Every time a girl rejected him it just sent his confidence tumbling to the ground in shattered pieces. He felt sure it would work this time. He’d been working on Carly for a month. She had begun texting him to hang out after class when she was bored. Surely if anyone would say yes it’d be her. His phone began to buzz from his best friend Tom. He’d told him about the rejection. Tom was always there to swoop in and pick up the shattered pieces. “Hey man, why don’t we go out tonight, get your mind off Carly.” He texted. CJ sighed, he probably should, he thought. But for now he needed to lie down. Later that night he and Tom were at a local dive bar. It was the only one that would take CJ’s fake ID. He was almost 21 but he had the face of a 17 year old. “Don’t worry about her man.” Tom said. “There’s plenty of chicks out there. You just gotta find the right one!” CJ looked into the mirror behind the bar. “Yeah, I just have to find one who’s into adopting lost puppies.” He said, thinking he looked like a stray that had been out on the streets for too long. “Don’t worry man, you’ve got this. I know this girl who just turned single. She may need a shoulder to cry on!” “Every time girls lean on my shoulder they complain that’s too bony and poking them in the head.” CJ said getting tipsy. “Well let her cry on your back. You’ve got to keep trying man.” Tom said, realizing it was time for his friend to get back to his dorm. The two paid up and made their way out to the street then suddenly the worst thing that could have happened occurred. Carly walked past arm and arm with Mike, a lacrosse player from their dorm. CJ looked at his bulging biceps that stretched his t-shirt realizing he’d never have that kind of frame. “Awww fuck...” Was all he said. It was bad enough getting rejected but then getting showed all the ways he didn’t measure up in so clear a way was devastating. Suddenly the alcohol hit and he ran to a bush to throw up. He got back to the dorm alone around eleven that night a complete mess. He kicked his work table, causing the ceramic mascot to fall to the floor and break in half. “Jesus CJ, you should be more careful. That little guy had sentimental value after all,” came a voice from behind. CJ whipped around, and then quickly stabilized himself as he was still very tipsy. He was staring at a large, olive skinned man, wearing a grey stetson, leather gloves, and a dark overcoat, open at the front, revealing a matching three piece suit. The man was staring at him with piercing green eyes. “What’re you? The Mafia?” “Well I suppose that would be one way to end your misery but no, your life isn’t quite that interesting.” The figure said in reply. “Well then who’re you and how’d you get in here?” CJ asked. “The name’s Jack. But I believe the question you should be asking is what I can do for you.” He walked up to the lopsided student. “All your life people have looked down on you for your size. People tease you, call you a refugee, even your family pokes fun at how many of your ribs they can see. You must be tired of that, but fortunately for you, I can help.” “Look I don’t know what yer sellin but...” CJ was suddenly interrupted as Jack leaned forward and put gloved finger to his mouth. “Clarence John Stevens, you should listen more than you speak. Why do you think Carly chose that man over you?” Jack asked. “Well because he’s got muscles and I’m… wait how do you know my name or any of this?” “I know everything about you Clarence. I also know how to help. It’s your lucky night. I can give you anything you ask for.” He reached into his suit and pulled out a card that simply had the name Jack the Giver, written on it in fine flowing script. “Just take the card and make a wish.” CJ took the card and stared at it. “Uhhhh…. What?” “Just make a wish, unless you’d rather spend the rest of your life like this.” Jack replied pointing to CJ’s emaciated frame. “Fine then I wish I had muscles… like crazy muscles… like a sex machine." His mind flashed to Mike and how easy it was for him to get girls. "So big that all the guys are gonna look at me and take notice! Guys like Mike!” CJ said as his mind wandered drunkenly. As soon as he finished the card burst into flame and disappeared without a trace burning his fingertips. “What the hell man!” He shouted to Jack but when he looked up the room was empty. The only evidence that anything had just happened was the tingling pain in his fingers. “Jesus I need to stop with the tequila...” He said, pulling his shirt off and collapsing on his bed and passing out. The next morning CJ woke up with a splitting headache. His body felt funny and he told himself that he should probably take the morning to recoup from last night. Sitting up in bed he stared at the mirror hanging on his wall and gasped. Instead of ribs he was looking at a pair of pecs. His arms were thick and shapely. He looked like a swimmer. “Oh shit… I’m having a stroke…” He said, thinking he was hallucinating. He looked down and felt his torso, the abs he was seeing were real. He could feel them individually. He cupped his right pec in his hand, feeling it’s size and weight. “Jesus I look like a model. That crackpot wasn’t joking.” He stood up and pulled his jeans off, his lower body was toned too and the bulge in his briefs was impressive too. He got ready and put his clothes on for the day. For the first time in his life they fit him beautifully. Things were going to be different now. He couldn’t wait to show his friends, what would they say? He couldn’t wait to see. He didn’t have long to wait before he ran into Tom who was waiting for him on his way to class. “Hey man.” He said to Tom, who was startled at this stranger who came up to him. “Uh… hey...” Tom replied, feeling like he looked familiar but couldn’t remember where he’d seen him before. “You don’t recognize me? It’s CJ.” Tom squinted, he did look a lot like CJ, particularly the face but… it couldn’t be. His voice was deeper and… that body. “Ha ha, nice try man. Is he hiding in the bushes somewhere? I’m impressed, the two of you could be twins almost.” “No seriously… it’s me… I uhhh… something happened last night after you dropped me off at the dorm.” “What…?” The two went back and forth for a few minutes until Tom felt like testing it. “Ok if it’s really you tell me one thing that I’ve only told to you that you’d never tell to anyone else on this campus.” “You mean that you’re secretly into guys?” CJ whispered. “You know I’d never tell anyone that without your permission.” “Shit man!” Tom stared blankly at his now hot friend. “Is this some new protein supplement or something?” “It’s much much weirder.” CJ said and he told him what happened. Then he pulled up his shirt and flashed his abs. “Well… I guess some people get all the luck.” Tom said, feeling up his friend’s six pack to see that it was real. CJ flexed it for him which made Tom’s cock twitch. He quickly pulled away. “So… are you going to try it again with Carly now?” “Fuck her man.” CJ said. “There are plenty of chicks on this campus that didn’t break my fucking heart.” They walked together to the meal hall CJ noticed people checking him out. Curious girls and jealous guys, and dudes looking to measure up were all eyeing him. Not to mention Tom. He could see his friend checking him out whenever he thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t know what to make of that. More pressing on his mind however, was a table of hot girls. One was particularly hot and she’d been seriously checking him out since he sat down. “Excuse me Tom.” He said walking over to her. “Hey, my name’s CJ, I was wondering if you were busy tonight.” “Uh yeah, we’ve having a girls night...” one of her friends started to talk and the girl gave her a stone glare to shut her up. “My name’s Briana, you have something in mind?” She said. “Dinner at 6?” And they exchanged numbers. CJ’s mind was blown how easy it was with the right body. He couldn’t think of anything else but his date until they arrived arrived at the Italian restaurant at the same time. They walked in together and started to chat away. He’d never had anyone look at him the way she was staring and realized he was actually going to get laid tonight for the first time. The idea made him horny and a strange thing happened. His balls seemed to vibrate and gurgle as if they were hungry for action. They began to swell. He could feel them getting tighter in his briefs. “Yeah so I’ve been into sports all my life. I’m just too busy to sign up for anything varsity...” He lied. Suddenly he felt his pecs bounce in his shirt. “Whoah sorry I guess I just...” It happened again this time his biceps flexed with his pecs. “What the...” Suddenly his entire torso was flexing in unison. But each time his shirt felt a little tighter. He was beginning to grow again. “What’s happening… to you?” Briana said. “I uhh… don’t...” Suddenly his polo shirt began to rip at the V. “Sorry, I have to” RIIIIP another convulsive burst of growth ripped his shirt right in half in the middle of the restaurant. “I’ve got to run.” He said, jumping up, nearly knocking over the table. He reached in his wallet and threw some cash down and ran out. He tugged at the shirt that was pinned on his arms but another flex caused his sleeves to pop off, leaving him shirtless. Every massive rounded muscle was on display. His unfulfilled balls continued to vibrate and swell until they grew to the size of large lemons and caused his 8’’ soft cock to soak cum into his jeans. He ran into his dorm in a blind panic and struggled to pull off his tight jeans before they ripped apart. “Uhhh hello?” CJ looked up to see Tom sitting at his desk staring at him. “What are you doing here?” CJ asked in a panic. “Studying? You said I could study here while you were out.” Tom looked at him. “What were you doing without your shir… woah you’ve been growing again.” He looked at his friend’s completely jacked bod as he struggled with his jeans. He looked bigger than an NFL quarterback. His giant package bounced around in his briefs as he struggled to get them off before they burst. Tom blushed. “Maybe I should leave if you’ve got company coming.” “No! Please stay! I don’t know what’s happening!” He said as he finally got his pants off and collapsed on the bed. “I was eating with Briana and my body started swelling again… in the restaurant… god I was so close to getting laid!” He said banging the wall in frustration. “I’m so fucking horny and I have to hide back here!” Tom watched CJ stretch himself out on the bed, his large semi-hard cock poked out of the top of his briefs and one of the lemon sized nuts bulged from one of the leg holes. CJ had gone from someone he wouldn’t have looked twice at to a complete fantasy just laying there. “I mean there are worse problems...” “God these briefs are killing me.” CJ groaned. “Then why don’t I leave and you can take them off.” Tom said trying to do his best to be supportive but he felt like if he staid in the room much longer he wasn’t going to be able to control himself. “No, please, don’t leave me. I… don’t want to be more alone than I was before this started.” CJ said. He pulled his briefs off and looked at his huge package. “Fuck man this is crazy...” “Uh… yeah… crazy” Tom couldn’t control his throbbing hard on as his friend checked himself out completely naked. CJ was so horny from his unfulfilled date that he couldn’t help but touch his 10’’ member. Some cum started to flow when suddenly he was interrupted. “Awww fuck man, you can’t just do that in front of me.” Tom said going down on his massive cock, flipping his ball cap on backwards to suck it properly. CJ was shocked by the suddenness of it and he grabbed his friend to push him off but it felt so good having his cock sucked. No one had ever given him a blow job before and Tom was clearly an expert. “Woah… you’re really good at this...” “I go to this basement club in the city. I’ve got lots of practice.” Tom said taking his mouth off the swollen cock for just long enough to talk before diving back down on it. That only made CJ’s balls more excited and they began to swell again, flooding his brain with sex hormones. His entire body felt incredible as his muscles grew tighter and tighter, and the pounds slowly piled on again. This time less violently. Tom pulled his shirt off. He’d been working out since highschool, his body was pretty fit. CJ watched his toned friend work on his cock, the hormones and endorphins were imprinting this as hot into his malleable brain that had never done anything sexual with anyone before. He let out some groans… Tom was encouraged and pulled the rest of his clothes off. Fucking his towering friend was going to be the hottest night of his life. He didn’t realize that CJ had grown five pounds since they started. Tom clambered up on top of the massive bod in front of him and wedged the cock between his ass cheeks and started to jerk it with his ass. Fit as Tom was their differences in size were pretty stark. The toned twink was climbing all over a mountain of a man. “Woah… what are we doing?” CJ groaned. “I’m not gay.” “Nobody said you were, stud. We can stop if you want.” He said, slowing down. He’d dealt with virgins before. It was always good to take things slowly. “No… it’s just not how I imagined my first time.” “I think you’re just too much man for just one gender. The girls are gonna love riding that massive pole.” Tom said to egg him on. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah that’s right.” Tom said as he placed his hole on the tip of CJ’s cock. “Just like this.” He said as he sank down on that massive member. As his cheeks got spread apart his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. “Fuck yeah!” They both grunted. Tom looked amazing going up and down on that huge member wearing nothing but a choker necklace and a backwards cap. That vision along with the feeling of Tom's ass wrapping itself around his massive meat wear seared into CJ’s brain as the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Tom reached for his phone and started snapping pics of him riding that huge monster, getting as much of CJ in the frame as possible. It wasn’t long until he came inside Tom. There was so much cum Tom could feel it pumping him up as he reached down and felt his abs curving around his filling belly. Without warning he came too and pulled out, gushing cum flowed out of his ass as he did. They looked at each other and blushed. “That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.” Tom said, looking down, “I was going to go eat but I think I’m full now.” He said holding his ab lined food/cum baby. The two of them cuddled for the rest of the night and Tom helped him clean up in the morning. “I think we should shower off now.” Tom whispered to his 250 lb friend but the showers were out in the hall. Tom grabbed two towels and they wrapped them around their waists and went out to shower. Tom didn’t give a fuck about what anybody thought about his sexuality anymore, he’d just had his mind blown by a massive virgin. They went out into the hall wearing towels so they could shower off in the communal bathrooms. CJ picked the largest shower stall for himself and began to lather up but soon Tom poked his head in. “Mind if I join?” He asked without really waiting for an answer. He just went down on that massive cock as the water poured all over them. Fortunately for them it was 10 am by this point and most people had already showered. CJ gripped the sides of the stall as his body started to add on a few more pounds of raw muscle. Tom looked so small in comparison. However the bathroom wasn’t completely empty and it wasn’t difficult to see what they were doing. Suddenly the shower curtain ripped open and to their shock it was Mike, the lacrosse player that they had seen two nights earlier wearing nothing but a towel. “What’s going on in here?” “Uhh… nothing man… we just...” CJ was at a loss for words at being caught like this. “A bit risky isn’t it? I know the RA really well and she reports shit like this.” He said sternly. Then he whipped off his towel. “I also know she wont be out of class until three.” He said with a grin. Pushing the two of them back into the stall and closing the curtain. Tom gasped “I didn’t know you were into guys, Mike.” He grinned, “I didn’t know I was either… but this seemed super hot, who’s your friend?” He said stroking CJ’s enormous dick. “Uh… Mike… this is… Chris...” Tom said realizing that they didn’t really have any other explanation than to re-introduce him as someone new. “He just enrolled.” “Fuck yeah...” Mike said before licking CJ’s enormous pecs. “Damn that’s fuckin hot.” Tom got doubly aroused by what was happening and began to play with Mike’s nips while putting his cock head against Mike’s ass hole. Mike began to thrust against Tom’s cock as he went down on CJ who dwarfed even this ripped athlete. Three weeks later there was a new attraction at the Tom’s favorite club. CJ or “Chris” as he now went by was the new stripper / rent boy. People paid all kinds of money to fuck him in the back room. All kinds of guys got turned on by Chris which is why you should be careful what you wish for. One drunken line about your male rivals could alter how it comes true. "...all the guys are gonna look at me and take notice!” And they did.

Chapter 9 It all felt so surreal. A couple days ago we had discovered this rock at the bottom of a lake in a random and innocent weekend hiking trip. John, who had been a very good and close friend of mine for a couple years now, was intoxicated by the rock. I, on the other hand, grew more and more fearful of it and the more we saw different to it the more it grew us closer. And I mean it. Well, I literally mean it. His tongue was exploring every part of my mouth as both his hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he squeezed each one of my glutes hard. God was he strong now. I moved my hands feeling each one of his arms and although his biceps were flexed from picking me up from the floor he didn’t seem to be struggling with my weight at all. They felt powerful, solid, like two grapefruits sitting under his skin. We quickly disposed of our clothes being left in just underwear. He threw me back in my bed like I weighted nothing and quickly climbed up on top of me, every inch of him rubbing against every inch of me. I could feel he was also rock hard, his dick straining the fabric on his white undies pulsing with each heartbeat and anxiously waiting to be let out. He had both of his legs on top of me, sitting on my crotch with his ass firmly planted on my own steel hard bulge. From this angle he looked even bigger than he actually was. He looked down at me with that devilish grin and flexed his pecs simultaneously. Each bounce made my own cock pulse in response and he felt it with his butt. “Liking the show?” He asked very maliciously “You have no idea how much” He then proceeded to rock his body back and forth while he used both hands to press hard on my almost inexistent pecs. I felt really small in comparison to him, but after that morning where my body felt different in the shower I somehow also felt more confident, more fit, more like I was up to his incredibly hot specimen on top of me. I felt my dick oozing a lot of precum. Once again I could tell he noticed because he started moving slower so that the precum could soak both the front of my undies and the back of his. Slowly but surely my dick started nesting between his cheeks in a tight grip like they belonged there. “I don’t know how to do this…he said blushing. “I really want to try it, but can we go gently?” he continued. I nodded with my head and smile slightly. It was so heartwarming that despite the smoking hot fine man sitting on me he still didn’t know how to do that. Something about his lack of experience made it all even hotter. He lifted himself from me just so I could reach my underwear and pull it down. Then I proceeded to remove his own soaked trunks as well. What I did not expect was how hard it proved to be. His dick was so hard that it made the task difficult. We laughed a bit in unisound at my first failed attempt when it slipped my hands from all the slipper pre cum. But when I finally grabbed hold of the elastic band and pulled it down over his cock it revealed and swollen thick beast. There was a strong slap against his cobblestone abs as it bobbed up and down and we laughed again. “Oh wow. Careful with that weapon there” I jokingly teased him. That helped break the ice a bit and calm his nerves. He then removed his undies and gently positioned himself on top of me again. He let my cock nest itself between his cheeks once more and gently moved back and forth leaving his entire crack lubricated with so much precum. Meanwhile in the front I was using both hands to firmly grip his waist to help control his hip movement and his cock was oozing some more precum on my stomach. It looked so heavy, thick and it’s 7inch glory in full display with a big pink head aimed at me like it was gonna impale my mouth at any second. We kept doing it for a couple minutes more until I had the tip of my cock positioned against his tight hole. You could definitely tell he had never done it before as there was this twitch when my cock touched his whole and I felt him shivering in pleasure. I move it around in a circular motion with the help of one hand and he had his head thrown back in pleasure the whole time. He looked down at me with newfound confidence and slightly smiled. In silent agreement I knew what he wanted, and I flexed my hips just so slightly so that my cock would be forced up a bit and start slowly entering him. “Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck” was all he could moan. I let it sit there for a couple seconds so he could get used to it, let his ass slowly accommodate the tight feeling of having my cock penetrating him, but before I had the chance to ask him how he was feeling I heard him softly say “keep going”. That’s all I needed to hear. I flexed my hips again and pushed my cock a little further inside him, this time almost reaching halfway through the length of my cockhead. He let out an incredibly loud moan. “Are you alright?” I finally asked. He turned his attention back to me and said “Yes and I want more. Keep going!” He commanded. I was at his service now. And I knew he was ready. For a first time his ass was handling me incredibly well somehow. I know I said it before that I was just average sized but it was still impressive that he was getting it this far on just his first try. It enveloped my cock like it was built solely for that and it felt incredibly tight but at the same time there was this warm and slippery embrace. I felt his insides had a similar texture to when I touched his chest. Or at least the black spot in it. I finally decided playtime was over. If he wanted it rough he was gonna get it. I pushed once more just so gently so that he moaned again. “You’re mine now” he said in a completely dominant tone, which was unusual for him, but made me pay no mind in the heat of the moment. I slowly pulled it back a bit and prepared to thrust him, to make one long movement all the way in. He grabbed tight onto my shoulders and I felt him press it hard as if he was commanding me to go, giving me green light. I slammed his ass hard. My cock slid all its way inside him and I felt his ass embrace it so tightly. My mind was once again overwhelmed with so many feelings. I immediately went into overdrive and pressed hard onto his hips. I was able to push my cock back about an inch before he realized and locked his ass around it. He then sat down hard in it not letting me go anywhere. That was enough to send me through the roof. I moaned and let out at least another 4 rounds of thick and dense cum inside him. His head was once again back in ecstasy. After about a minute recovering from the intense orgasm he finally regained consciousness. I was still panting and sweaty but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was paying very close attention to see if that was gonna have an effect on him. I didn’t have to wait long. His veins once again started thickening and creating a web that started on his thick cock and crotch but spammed all over his body from there. “I… I can feel it. Oh fuck it’s so good. It’s like… I’m cumming… but… I… haven’t even… come yet” every bit of his sentence was interrupted by his muscles looking tighter and tighter, more dense, more striated, his whole body pulsing with his heartbeat. Then slowly I could see it again. His abs were first, each individual cobblestone gaining a bit of definition and size. Then his shoulders ballooned a bit, following his biceps and triceps, then down his forearms. John was looking at his body and feeling himself up all the meanwhile. Then I felt his legs. His quads started growing larger and I directly felt the weight adding up on top of me. Becoming more defined and gaining some size and definition. John was once just a tall athletic guy, but now he definitely looked like he made the gym his second home. He didn’t have a gigantic size but he was incredibly lean and shredded. I don’t think I had ever seen someone this lean before. When he finally got up I realized his dick was also slightly longer, or so it looked like. I was amazed at his transformation right before my eyes. There was just one detail missing: figuring out why he had been unable to cum. His balls were definitely swollen, even to the point they pushed his hard on even further out of him, but when I started paying close attention to it I could see them churning like something was alive inside it. Was the goo nested there? John was lost in himself now standing up in the middle of the bedroom feeling himself up with his eyes closed and slightly moaning. I was attracted to him almost like a magnet and he just seemed lost in his own thoughts. I got up from the bed and went over to him. When I was about to touch his dick and get down on my knees to suck him off he suddenly opened his eyes and there were those white eyes again. Oh no no no, fuck. Not now. He stopped moving and I froze in place. I was scared to death that any small movement I made would trigger him to do god knows what to me. I tried putting one foot back incredibly slowly but he moved lightning fast, so fast that my brain couldn’t even register his movement. In a split second he was now almost glued to me holding my chin with one of his hands. I was petrified. “I… this vessel… coming…” was all I could make out from his mumbling while trying to speak. He let out a stream of words, or what I thought were words, while still holding my chin up. I closed my eyes now thinking that was gonna be the end of me and then it clicked: that weird sound, the words. They were exactly like the words I had heard in my dreams. The sound of a thousand voices in disarray and crying for help. But they were now coming out of John mixed with his own voice trying to tell me something. His hand was now no longer in my chin and it was slowly moving towards my neck, tightening its grip around it. “John, what are you doing?” I tried sounding calm. His grip was definitely now choking me a little bit. He effortlessly tightened his grip once more and lifted me off the ground with one hand. I knew he looked stronger but fuck one hand?! I weighted at least 150lbs so I wasn’t exactly light for one to be able to do it like that. I was starting to panic, but somehow my body wasn’t responding like I wanted it to. John now fully had that orange glow around him and each vein in his body was as thick as a pencil. The colors had returned to it but now there was one more difference: his skin was starting to ooze the goo. It was slowly encapsulating him and it was clearly visible in the areas where he was “thinner” such as wrist and ankles. The goo was starting to cover his own body and whenever it finished connecting and encapsulating one part it looked shiny and black with rainbow-ish reflections in the light. Like a patch of oil in the ocean when you see it from different angles. And it looked incredibly smooth, almost silk-like, but it also slowed down at the speed in which it was covering him. “Incomplete… more food…” it continued mumbling with the cackling echoes and cracks in his voice. Then for a faint second he loosened his grip and let me go. I could faintly hear John’s, and his only, voice: “… give… it… back… to…. ME!” and with the final word he actually yelled. He was still there. He wasn’t lost. Not entirely. There had to be something I could do. He was wrestling with that thing inside him. But I wasn’t sure on how to help him. Luckily I didn’t need to do anything else as he regained full consciousness. His eyes went back to normal for a split second giving him enough time to talk to me “Hit me. With a knife, a baseball bat, anything that would kill me or seriously hurt me” he said. “What? Are you insane? No!” “HURRY! I need to distract it!” He yelled in response Fuck, I didn’t have time. His calves and forearms were now covered in the goo which looked more like a silky spandex suit than actually goo expanding and overtaking his body. And godammit he looked so incredibly good it. The tight confines only enhanced every curve in his body and made it all hotter than he already was. His dick was still standing at full mast and oozing precum through all of that, I couldn’t imagine how wild his thought must have been at the moment if he could still have all of that going on and still be rock hard. But that was no time to be drooling over my friend? Friend with benefits? Very close and becoming intimate friend? Fuck it, I could label what we were after we had this resolved. I needed him alive in the first place after all. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the cabinet and prayed to all heavens that I wasn’t gonna wake up the next morning for attempted murder. When I returned to the bedroom the goo had made its way up to his knees and starting to work its way on his quads at a much slower pace now. His hands were also covered and the goo was working around his upper arms but it seemed to be struggling just like with the legs. Maybe it hadn’t grown enough inside him to be able to overtake him fully? We did see it growing in size only after consuming mass or other living beings, but not to the extent where it would be fully able to cover a 6ft tall human. And even more weirdly it did not seem to be trying to cover his dick, somehow. It’s like that was left out on purpose. As it was saving it for last. I approached him unsure how to proceed now and he was more grunting than giving me full sentences. His veins were almost popping and I swear the vein on his forehead was so thick from so much exertion that I thought he was gonna have a stroke at any second. He was now arching his back and slowly falling to the floor, groaning, like it was a lost thug of war and he was just delaying the inevitable. He had said distraction, right? What else could I do with the knife in my hand other than stab him? Well there had to be an easier way but time was of the essence and very few choices were available and relatively “safe”. I was out of options. I gave one final look at his majestic form, his impeccable muscles like they were drawn on him but a cartoon artist, his curves and the way his ass stuck out from him. Time to do it. I gathered all my strength, closed my eyes and in one swift motion I went straight for his abs which were still uncovered by all the goo.

Chapter 8 I woke up to the sound of the alarm on my phone. I had completely forgotten to turn it off. I immediately picked it up from my pocket and started typing up an email to work informing I’d be absent. As I hit send on my screen I glanced at the sofa in the corner of my view. John wasn’t there. I got up and looked around and everything looked normal with the exception of all the groceries he had bought the previous night. Every plastic bag was now empty. Containers, bags, cups, everything was empty and lying in some corner of the room. I looked over to the kitchen counter and noticed the fridge door was opened. I quickly glanced over it and it was also empty. I swear we had just done our groceries and John had even brought moved yesterday? Had he really eaten two weeks worth of food?! I looked at the aquarium and even the lobster was gone… don’t tell me he…? And then the bathroom door opened. John came out dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist and had both arms up drying his hair with another towel. He looked incredibly ripped, his abs had an incredibly deep six pack with each ridge perfectly sitting on top of each other while a single drop of water ran down each valley. He did look bigger and the little growth spurt he went through last night wasn’t my impression. I just stood there for a couple seconds admiring him and the lump his bulge made against the towel. “I guess you’re up for another round. Good morning” I couldn’t resist teasing him. He lowered his arms as he saw me there looking at him. “Hey, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up!” He replied with a shy smile. “Also I… uhm. Woke up really hungry and I ate everything we had. I think we’re gonna need more food.” Well the food wasn’t the issue for me. We could always just go to the grocery store again but… “and the Lobster? Did you seriously had time to kill and cook it all before I woke up?” I asked. “Oh” he seemed surprised. “What makes you think I did that?” “Well the Lobster is not there so I thought you had…” I started saying but didn’t complete the sentence as he seemed genuinely confused about it. “Well, nevermind then. I took the day off as I was worried about you.” I continued. “Oh there’s no need for that! I feel better than ever! Look!” And as he said he immediately flexed both his biceps at the same time. The peaks slowly rose until they reached a new high for him. I had never seen John looking this big. Was he even aware he was literally growing in his sleep? “So you do realize that you’re bigger, right? I mean you never had guns like that and now you look like you have just left the gym after a very intense arms days. Except you were literally sleeping” “Oh I did notice. And I do have other things I wanted to discuss with you. I ripped my shirt apart when trying to undress before showering. I know you have some oversized shirts so would you mind lending me one…? I think mine might be a bit too tight now”. John continued. I get his shirt was looking tight but c’mon. There’s no way his shirts wouldn’t fit anymore. “Sure, let’s check out” I said while asking myself all sorts of different questions. John went to his bedroom first to pick up a pair of undies and then followed me to my room. Once there we unceremoniously dropped his towel with his back turned to me and bent over to pass his legs on his undies and pull me up. I almost had another mini heart attack with the view of his ass bent like that and that animalistic feeling of just wanting to immediately breed him right there almost took over. It was like I could see him doing that in slow motion, teasing me, provoking every single nerve in my body to get a reaction. When he pulled his underwear up and turned around he almost looked comic. I left out a small giggle. He looked like he was wearing undies meant for someone half his size or like a pre teenager just discovering his body and stuffing some socks inside their underwear so their package looked bigger. “What? What’s the matter” He looked at me puzzled. “You’re serious? What’s with your undies?” I asked. “Nothing, they’re the same ones I’ve always had. But I guess they look a little bit snug on me now.” He blushed a bit. If he was actually telling me the truth then it meant he might have already grown… down there too? “If you don’t mind me asking.. are you happy to see me or have you always looked this good in undies then?” I asked incredulous. He looked down, pulled his wait band to look inside and moved his hand inside it. He adjusted himself putting his dick to the left and then let go of the elastic with an audible snapping as it went back to his body. His dick was now fully on display and marked in the undies but it looked substantially thicker than I could remember. His balls also seemed bigger making his bulge push forward more than normal. He then said “I am not hard if that’s what you mean”. Fuck. That confirmed my suspicion that he had grown down there too. “How big are you then?” I asked with a devilish grin starting to form on my face. “5in soft, 6in hard. Sadly I’m more of a shower than anything” he said seeming a bit disappointed. “You know that’s perfectly normal and that you certainly don’t look 5 inches, right?” He hadn’t realized that until I mentioned. His moment of realization was so clear to me that it was almost like I could even see the light bulb lighting up above his head as he quickly went to his room again and returned with e a measuring tape. He returned and turned his back to me, lowering the front of his undies. “Are you seriously not doing it in front of me after last night?” I asked laughing s little bit again. “I’m afraid it won’t stay soft if I do it in front of you” he replied. So he was kind of a show off huh. I had always suspected that about him and knew he liked his ego stroked but I was starting to like this version of him a bit more now that he felt better about exploring his sexuality around me. He then exclaimed enthusiastically “6! Bro, somehow I am 6 inches entirely soft now!” What wouldn’t I do to just drop to my knees right now and suck him off. Needless to say my dick was once again rock hard ever since he had come out of the shower, but there were just so many questions bubbling up that I couldn’t stop every time he would leave me hard. I suspected we might fuck all day if that were to be true. But I cared about his well being first and foremost right now. “Can we get back to finding you a shirt then mr. sexy ?” I said He turned around and looked at me with a newfound look of amazement. “I like that nickname”. He just smiled. The same goofy smile he always had, but now with an incredibly sexy confidence to it. I blushed and turned around to go through some of my bigger shirts. I eventually found a large sized shirt that fit him just right. Tight around the shoulders and chest that made it look very solid, arms stretching the holes I’m the shirt a bit and the hem hanging freely from his much slimmer waist. He would definitely turn some heads out there. John finished getting changed and we went to the grocery store where obviously a decent amount of people were checking him out (one just straight up drooling over him). If I had, somehow, had a confidence boost the previous day with two people then John was pretty much a walking sex stick now. When we returned home at around lunch time we finally sat down again in the living room and I decided to ask him about something he had mentioned last night. “So… last night you said… you’d like me to understand something. That you’d show me something? I hope that explains how you’re not freaking out about your inhuman overnight growth?” “Oh erm.. yeah. I don’t know how to put this so I’m going to try and go slowly, ok? There’s a lot I don’t know yet so I needed to buy more time to figure things out. I didn’t really plan on swallowing him but there were all this dreams, all this visions…” I quickly interrupted John “Him?! This thing is a… him?” “It’s… uhm. Complicated. It’s not a ‘him’ per see, but it’s like I have another ‘me’ inside myself now. Every time I close my eyes and concentrate a bit I can see a reflection of myself, except this other me looks… a bit weird ?” “What do you mean?” “He looks… exactly like you described you saw me on Saturday night…” he admitted almost like he was either ashamed or afraid of what I would think. “You… WHAT?” “Minus the blood, I swear. But the faint orange glow, the white eyes, the stiff movement… everything else is there.” Oh my fucking god, I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t have let this happen and that I wasn’t going crazy. I DID see something that day. Almost as if he was reading my mind he started elaborating again “You are not crazy. But what you saw that day, I… I don’t know how to explain. It shouldn’t be possible for him to take that size, my size, when he was still so small and locked inside the rock. I still don’t know what he wants, but he chose us. He called out to us in that lake and when I touched it for the first time I saw you, us maybe? I saw this barren land, everything around it destroyed, and you were the only one left standing. Standing against something.” “I…” I couldn’t form a sentence properly. “Look, all I know ist that this thing is not dangerous. Every time I try to interact with it I feel warm. I feel attracted to it. And I feel it needs me. It needs to feed, to grow, to mature so it can protect us”. “Protect us? Are you insane!? You don’t know that!” I stood up and snapped back at him trying to put some distance between us. That was a lot for me to process. But it did have some truth behind it. Or at least it seemed like it. The nightmares I was having, that meteor crashing and destroying everything in its way, erasing all behind its wake, the million voices behind it suffering. Is that what was coming? was he actually serious? He approached me and embraced me slowly in his arms from behind. I was trying very hard to not just accept his warm irresistible embrace, but it was so goddamn hard. He stayed like that in silence for a couple minutes while I still processed everything. “I need to show you something, maybe that’ll calm you and I can prove I will this to protect us from whatever I going to happen.” I didn't say anything. I still couldn't trust him, or this thing. Or this fucking stupid idea. I then heard him grunting a bit behind me and he let go. I turned around and saw him concentrating with his eyes closed. It's like he was exerting himself trying to make something happen, but nothing was really happening. Veins started to pop in his forehead and forearms. Then slowly I could see the orange glow starting to form around him. His veins were creeping up the rest os his body and slowly expanding now once again looking multicolored. He started sweating and his muscles started to look pumped again but all he did was just continue to concentrate. He finally let out an audible grunt, exhaled heavily and opened his eyes. "Ok, I don't have more fuel. This should be enough" he said. What the fuck did he mean? He approached me once again and flexed his chest. "C'mon, feel it". "Are you serious?" "Yeah, go ahead" he reassured me I cupped his pecs and he bounced them in my hands. They felt hard, heavy, two globes of solid muscle. "You're muscular now, I get it. What are you, a dragonball character or something?" I mockingly said "Well, no. But I think in a little while they'll look like a joke next to me" he winked at me. and I hated that newfound confidence. I hated the idea that he might be right about all that. "Feels hard right? Why don't you try piercing it?" he confidently said. "Pierce it? You mean like your nipples or something?" I asked confused. "No! I meant like this" he quickly grabbed a pen by my desk and stabbed his chest really hard. The pen immediately snapped in half and fell to the ground leaving a hole in the shirt where he had stabbed it. "No! My shirt you asshole!" I said angrily putting my finger in the shirt to measure the dimension of the new hole he had just poked in it. To my surprise his skin below it was black. Shiny black, like whenever that goo had finished "feasting" on something. I immediately removed the shirt from him exposing his beautiful and muscular torso again. And just that spot in his chest looked that shiny tone of black. I touched it and felt it’s silky smooth texture, it felt like a warm stretchy and gooey fabric. It started turning back to his regular skin color and loosing it's gooey and shiny aspect. I was speechless. "See? Somehow I just knew I could do it. But I kinda need "fuel" to do it, food. Or I won’t be able to do this. I guess that's why I felt so hungry. Because this goo, this thing inside me, needs to feed. And when it does I can do these amazing things! It’s one of many" John said. If that were true then I could agree it was amazing. But I was still skeptical of everything else since we knew virtually nothing more about it. Still I wondered what many other things he was capable of doing. "I do have one more wild guess. A small theory of mine. I had barely had anything to eat yesterday before my small "growth" was triggered. There was just one thing I technically swallowed before that…" he said now blushing. "You don't think…" I raised an eyebrow but we didn't really need any more words. I looked down at his crotch and his bulge was starting to come alive. His cock snaking its way down his left leg, which by our last guess would end up at around 7in long. "There's only one way to find out" he said with that devilish grin again. He lunged at me and his tongue quickly invaded my mouth.

Had to deal with a busy week at work + a couple personal things but I’m back at it! Chapter 7 The taste of his lips was hard to describe. There was the aroma of coffee mixed with something sweet, maybe a dessert and obviously I couldn’t properly focus on that since I was experiencing a sensory overload currently. His hand planted on the wall slowly moved to grab the back of my neck as his tongue made his way into my mouth dancing inside it. I was completely out of it and could only feel every inch of his body rubbing against mine. His other hand grabbed my waist and he used it to press even harder against me slowly bending his knees and lowering his body a bit so his dick would rub against mine. His tongue was working its magic as we wildly moved in sync with one another. My hands, both of them, immediately went to his ass. They were exactly as I thought: two round bubbly delicious globes that fit my hands perfectly and were just firm enough from his steady workout routine. And oh god did they feel amazing while my hands were cupping each one. I was dying to remove it but I just couldn’t stop massaging it as he ran his hand up inside the hem of my shirt slowly rising it and reaching my nipples. His lips departed mine and his tongue made his way to my neck slowly going down to my collarbone and eventually leading to the exposed nipple where my shirt had been lifted. Her finally opened our eyes and I was speechless. Before I tried mumbling something, just anything, he planted his lips once again in my nipple exploring every inch of it with his tongue and I once again were forced to close my eyes in just pure joy. My cock was gonna burst out of its confinements at this pace. You see I’ve had my share of guys before but somehow neither would come close to what John was doing to me. And those were my nipples alone… He continued moving down my stomach and finally knelt in front of me. I opened my eyes to look down and he was looking directly into my eyes. We were both filled with lust, no words were needed and with a silent agreement with just eye contact he buried his face into my bulge deeply inhaling and rubbing his face against my hard cock through my pants. He quickly disposed of them and I removed my shirt leaving me just in my underwear, soaking wet, and continued to rub himself against my cock. He was using one of his hands to massage my balls and the other was inside his own pants. I could see from this angle but the slow short ranged motion from his arms was no mistake that he was jacking off himself. “I… look, I… think I’m going…” was my best attempt at trying to warn him that I was a about to climax. I just couldn’t take that and something about John was like an animal surviving just on its primal instincts except his sole purpose here was making me cum. I grabbed the back of his head holding tightly onto his hard and he grunted loudly. With one swift motion he pulled my trunks down making my throbbing hard dick bounce up and hit my own stomach and once again buried his face swallowing it whole down to the base. Was that really his first time doing this? It didn’t really matter as the simple touch of his mouth with my cock made me explode. He grabbed hard onto my ass forcing my dick deeper into his throat and I let it loose like a hose all over his mouth. I was shaking and feeling overwhelmed. I don’t think I’ve had such an intense orgasm. I must’ve let at least 4 or 5 shots of cum deep into his mouth and when I was done he slowly removed my cock from his mouth, receding very slowly and massaging it with his tongue all the way until there was a loud pop from my cock head finally parting ways with his lips. I was so fucking horny just looking at John on his knees in front of me. And he was still lusting after me, staring deep into my eyes. His other hand still inside his pants but now at an increased speed and he was panting, breathing heavily, sweat forming on his forehead as his cheeks started turning pink ish. I was still leaning against the wall and panting from all the exertion, but he didn’t look like he was gonna be done before cumming as well. He was on a mission now. The moaning which had started soft and slow was now animalistic and loud and I could feel him getting closer and closer. When he finally threw his head back I saw him slowly fall back on the ground spreading himself on the floor letting out a very loud “UGHHHHHHHHHH” as his body suddenly froze. He thrust his hips high into the air with every grunt, about 5 or 6 times. I couldn’t believe my eyes at that moment. John was now pretty much red, veins all exposed and multicolored and he was panting heavily on the ground. Only after about a minute or two that it took us to recover our breaths that I noticed something about him: his usual slim fit frame wasn’t exactly looking the same. He was laid down on the floor, yeah, but I could tell that his shirt looked tight on him. His skin was looking smooth, just like the rest of his body, but it was like he had dropped his bodyfat percentage and his skin was glued to his muscles, somehow. His belly was bloated and you could see the faint abs almost painted in his shirt, like a muscle gut, except that was never there before. The rest of him looked “normal” if not for the general pumped look. I instantly remembered that I was looking like that the same morning, minus the bloated stomach,of course, but I guessed he was feeling the same way. “That was so fucking amazing!” He said feeling super energetic “and I feel… different. My body feels like I could run a marathon right now!” He said flexing his biceps on the floor. “That was… yeah.” I sheepishly replied. “You look more muscular, somehow?” I tried saying but ended up sounding more like I was questioning reality just out loud. “I know! I can feel this nice pump!” Every motion of his biceps made my dick get hard again as it was finally going down. Seeing the small mound of muscle forming and flexing and then relaxing and going down continuously was like heaven. His biceps were looking so solid now. “Hey I didn’t want you to have to do this…” I started apologizing but he quickly got up to his feet and approached me sealing my lips tight with another slow kiss. He now grabbed my ass and lifted me like I was nothing. I was on his arms, naked, being lifted while he kissed me, like I literally weighted as much as a feather. “You don’t have to worry about that. I kinda… just let it happen after this weekend. I had all this wet dreams and you were looking like a snack so…” he started saying but I quickly interrupted him “I thought you were straight?” I said. “I never said that. It’s true I never had anything with another guy before, but I never said I was straight. You just assumed that. And maybe teasing you all this time was me kind of testing the waters? I don’t know. I think there’s a lot I need to find out. All I know is that…” He suddenly winced in pain and instantly dropped me and fell to the ground on all fours. That eerie faint orange glow returned. His veins started expanding and not in a way that looked natural. It was like they grew slightly larger with every breath he took and I had not realized before but he never removed his clothes so I wasn’t paying attention to his skin at all. It looked… rougher? Like it was hardening somehow as opposed to just looking like he had a very low bodyfat percentage like a couple minutes ago. As he struggled to even breath now with what looked to be excruciating pain I helped him lie down on the couch. To my surprise his pants were also looking incredibly dry. I obviously had my attention turned to helping him and whatever the fuck was going on my how come he had just came inside his pants and there was not a single wet spot? All I could see was that despite all the pain he somehow still had his hard boner pressed against the fabric confinements. As he trashed slightly in the couch I could notice a pattern in how his veins were enlarging themselves. It was like a wave motion coming from his bloated stomach. With each heartbeat there were little mounds moving from veins in his abs to all over the extremities in his body. Then it finally dawned on me: the fucking rock he swallowed before we decided to turn into two horny animals. Fuck what was it doing to him?! The longer this kept going the more his bloated gut receded and the more his abs started to show. And the more I thought about it the less sense it made: how was I still seeing his abs through his shirt? Then I realized that the only possible explanation was that he was growing since the rest of his proportions still looked the same. I turned my attention to other areas of his body and it was very slow and almost unnoticeable but it was there! All his muscles were slowly growing larger like a gym pump that just did not stop. It was just about enough to make his shirt tight on his frame. His shoulders looked round and solid, arms thicker than he ever had and a chest that looked like a soft round pair of pillows. He didn’t look like a bodybuilder or anything like that, but he definitely looked buffer than he had ever been. He finally seemed to stop groaning and complaining about the pain and the orange glow around him had finally ceased. I caressed his arms to check if he was ok but he didn’t reply. He looked like he had passed out but I at least made sure to check his pulse and measure his blood pressure. It all looked normal again. His dick was also straining inside his pants but it finally seemed to have started to go down. Because of his legs now also looking buffer then it meant that you could clearly see his cock clearly visible snaking its way down his left leg. I didn’t dare touch it and reawaken it once more. At this point I guess it would’ve been better if I let him get some rest and once he was up we could try to figure out what the fuck had he done and how was that thing inside him changing him. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— While John had been completely passed out I tried researching for some information online. Not an animal, not a fungus, maybe a parasite of some sort? It was hard to pinpoint because now it was housed inside John and it’s not like I could freely interact with it anymore. I had my computer on my lap and was sitting in the chair in front of the couch from where I could monitor him in case something changed. He seemed to lost in a deep slumber. Chest slowly rising with each breath and then back down. He seemed so peaceful now… With how much had happened I lost track of time. It was nearly midnight and I had already decided to call in sick the next day at work so I could properly take care of John. My phone was set to not disturb mode so I didn’t see the messages and texts after I had gotten home. I continued my research trying to find as much information as possible but the behaviors I had witnessed were only described in either fiction or far less radical behaviors than the ones we’ve seen. Well either that thing was prehistorical or it didn’t come from our planet. Given the markings in the rock I started believing the later wasn’t so far fetched. But how long had it been there? How come no one found it? My research would have to wait until I had more details. It was already past 3am and I was literally just scrolling aimlessly at this point. I slowly dozed off and this time somehow, unlike the past nights, I did not dream of anything.

This is a quick, but hopefully good, one! Chapter 6 “I really think this is a bad idea” I said still watching John go through the groceries. “It’s the BEST idea. You cannot possibly tell me you’re not curious.” Turns out he was really going to do it. An entire live lobster. Which was about twice the size of the rock. Given what it did to everything else my suspicion was that this was gonna be a piece of cake. John removed the elastic bands that were restraining the lobsters claws and slowly lowered it into the water. It sank to the bottom of the tank and quickly swam to a nearby small cave in the shape of a skull that John once left there cause he thought it looked cool for the fish. It served as a house of sorts for them but now it was just sitting there accumulating moss. Nothing was happening despite the lobster roaming around the aquarium and even touching the rock for a bit. Seems like it finally had found some competition or it was simply too big for the goo to want anything to do with it. It was difficult applying logic to that thing before we even knew what it was or how it behaved but despite the long minutes where we just sat there and watched. Of course my attention continued to be split between the tank and John whereas John could only keep his attention to the tank. From time to time he’d and just and squeeze his hard on and it’d almost send through the roof. I wanted him badly but he paid more attention to that thing than to me now. As he grew bored of nothing happening he decided to try something else. And that definitely felt like a MUCH worse idea. He removed the tank cover once again and lifted the glass that sealed it. He put his hand inside the water and used one small stick to poke the lobster. Then when it finally firmly grabbed the stick he dragged the lobster closer to the rock and it finally started reacting. It raised from the sandy floor 90 degrees and started glowing orange. “Yes, it worked! Looks like I was able to draw its attention! Now let’s watch the show!” John had his face turned to me as he was saying that and didn’t notice the now larger blob of goo leaving its ‘“shell” and approaching the lobster. Once it was finally out the Lobster immediately dropped the stick and started moving back into hiding. The multicolored goo on the other hand swiftly moved and attached itself to the stick, almost grabbing the lobster by a few milliseconds. It happened so quickly that John didn’t have time to react and before he could lift his hand from inside the water or drop the stick the goo had attached itself to John’s hand. If slowly started engulfing it first swallowing the fingers then slowly making its way to the palm of his hand almost making it seem like he was wearing a glove too tiny for his hands. The goo made more way until fully covering his hands up to his wrist and it finally looked like a plastic or rubber-ish glove, like those surgical ones that were very stretchy and very tight, but kind of translucent, kind multicolored. “Oh fuck, dude put it back in the water! Hurry!” I yelled in desperation. John, on the other hand continued to be amazed. He didn’t move but was analyzing his hands very slowly twisting and turning, opening and closing his fist. “This feels… quite amazing actually.” He even mentioned. “Dude, no! You don’t know what that is! Please remove it and put it back!” I said while using a piece of cloth to grab his hand and try to remove the glove. John was just staring at it , hypnotized, eyes wide. The goo was too slippery and didn’t make it possible for me to remove it. Every time I tried pulling it the goddamn thing just slipped my grip and reshaped itself back into his hand. Luckily it was still small enough so that it couldn’t grow past his wrist but I just couldn’t understand how he wasn’t worried or alarmed at the whole situation. “You don’t understand, this feels really good! It’s.. warm. And it doesn’t feel like I’m wearing a glove at all. I mean, it does feel like my hands are dipped into something gooey, but not in a bad way. Imagine yourself feeling cold. Then you dip yourself into a hot tub. That’s exactly the feeling, it’s so warming and relaxing.” I stopped trying to remove it from his wrist. If he wasn’t gonna listen or help me do it for his own good then I was gonna do it for him. I plunged my hand inside the aquarium and picked the rock myself. At the moment I touched the rock and removed it from the tank there was a deafening sound like a horrifying shriek. John immediately dropped to his knees like he was dying in pain and I used my hands to cover my ears. What the fuck was that. The goo on his hand was not looking so smooth anymore. It’s surface was uneven now, there were tiny spikes raising and lowering from it and it was receding from his wrist. “STOP!” he screamed at me. I looked at the rock in my hand and figured that must’ve been the key. Maybe that was its weak point. And I was gonna end that. John must’ve figured what I was thinking because the moment I tried to go to the counter to grab one of the utensils we used to crack nuts open he grabbed my ankle. I kind of felt sorry for him seeing him like that. He had a single tear coming down from his eye begging me not to do it. “Please don’t do that. You don’t understand it. Not like I do. I promise I can show you, too. Everything it showed me down in the lake”. He begged. That was enough to make me flinch. Show me? What it showed him down in the lake? What was he on about? How could that thing shown him anything in the mere seconds John had gone underwater to fetch it from the bottom of the lake. My hesitation and typical overthinking were enough to let John get up from the ground and slam me against the wall and grab the rock from my hand. He pinned me hard against the wall with my face turned right and my left cheek glued to the wall next to the counter. I could still almost reach the nutcracker but he grabbed my hand and twisted my arm behind my back fully locking me in place. He used his other hand, his “gooey” hand to pin my right hand above my head and I could feel his breath on my face. His whole body pressed hard against mine against the wall. His solid chest was panting and I could feel his every breath. He was still incredibly hard and it was actually impressive how his dick was exactly aligned between my butt cheeks. My brain was playing tricks on me and the more I tried leaving the harder he pressed. And the harder he pressed the less strength I had to resist. All I could feel was my body betraying me and my cock leaking more precum than I had ever done before. “John, please think about it, let’s talk it through” I tried still begging to him. Our roles were clearly reversed now. “Look, there’s obviously a lot we have to talk about. But I cannot let you do this. I promise I’ll explain everything, ok?” “No, you don’t even know what that is! And look what you’re doing to me, your friend, just two days after having found that!” I replied desperate. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was using this much strength” he replied almost ashamed and loosened his grip a little bit. However as he did that he didn’t stop pressing his boner against me. If anything he was even slowly moving his hips to rub it against my ass. “You’re not just a friend, ok? But I need to do this and you won’t let me so I don’t think I have any other choice”. Wait. What? What does he mean by that?! As he finally let go of pinning me, half to my dismay and half to my relief, I quickly turned around to see he was holding the rock in one hand and poking the slit in it with the gooey hand. The goo quickly made it back inside the rock and in one swift move he swallowed it. I almost saw his throat moving in slow motion with the big blob moving down in his stomach’s direction. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT!?” He simply shrugged. “I hope you can understand eventually.” I was floored. I lost count of how many times I felt lost and unsure what to expect next but this one took the cake. It didn’t even take him 30s to drop to his knees and start moaning in pain. His entire body was tensing up, all muscles flexing, the veins popping, like he was experiencing a full body muscle cramp. It looked excruciating. I quickly got to him and tried helping him up and to the couch but I just couldn’t move him. He started curling up in a ball while in such agony. Soon his bloated veins , almost the size of pencils all over his body, started displaying a different color. Instead of the blue-ish color you’d normally see them they were turning multi colored and with the same color pattern as the goo always had before it ate any of its prey and turned black to digest it. “Talk to me, how are you feeling? Say something goddamit! I’m calling the emergency!” In all of that mess I had no idea where my phone went to. I looked under the couch, in the counter, I was desperately looking for it everywhere. I needed to call an ambulance or I wasn’t gonna have a friend around anymore. I was making a mess out of everything and when I finally had found my phone I realized I could no longer hear John trashing in the floor behind me. I turned around to check how he was doing and he was actually standing up just looking down at his hands. He had both palms up and seemed amused by just the sight of his own body. After all of the kicking and wincing in pain on the floor he looked like he had gone through a good workout. His usual slim but fit body was looked a bit swollen and all his muscle had a decent pump to them. You could by his puffed chest making the hem of his shirt just barely expose his abs a bit and the slightly rolled up sleeves on the arms. He didn’t look much more different except for the colorful veins, but he also definitely didn’t look like someone who was convulsing a second ago. It was amazing how incredibly sexy he was even then. Ugh, I hate myself for thinking about that in such a moment like the one we were in. “John?” I tried calling his attention He raised his eyes to meet mine and all my “un-easiness” turned to panic really quickly. My lust for him vanished in a second and the chills went down my spine. He had those fucking scary white eyes. The same eyes I was absolutely terrified of from two nights ago in the cabin. That was it, this was gonna be my end. ‘Young man found dead. Roommate on the run as principal suspect’. A smile started creeping up on his face, a devilish grin, and he walked in my direction without a word. I started walking back until I hit the wall and had nowhere else to go. He continued walking menacingly until he was once again just mere centimeters before me. He put his hand right besides my face with one swift motion which made me think he was just gonna crush my skull right there. But instead his serious expression changed to the old John I knew. His eyes went back to normal and he had his usual goofy smile. We were staring at each other for a little while longer unsure what to do. He came closer, pressed his body against mine, our bulges once again rubbing against each other and once again starting to make me get harder and harder, feeling like two steel beams. I had gone through a pretty emotional roller coaster in just 48hrs but there was one last drop before the ride was over. He then planted his lips on mine fully taking me to cloud9.

Chapter 5 The commute back home couldn’t have been slower. Every time the subway closed its doors was like time had stopped. I was dying of anticipation. When I finally made it back home to our shared apartment I quickly made my way up to the fourth floor, turned the key and slowly entered not quite knowing what to expect. There were lots of grocery store bags on the table, on the counter, on the floor, everywhere. “Hey John, you there? What’s going on?” I asked looking around while trying to find him. “Hey, what took you so long?” He showed up from the bedroom feeling as energetic as ever. He was wearing a simple plain white shirt that hugged his body in all the right ways. It was just the right fit accentuating every one of his features. The only thing stopping him from looking perfect right now was the fact his thin fabric joggers weren’t gray. Or white. Or honestly any color that could enable me a better view of his goodies. To my disappointment they were black but also fit him perfectly enough and were made of a very soft cotton that shaped his legs really nicely. “Hey are you listening?” He asked again with the same goofy smile he always had on his face. Since when did I start paying so much attention to John? Yeah he was attractive, of course, but because I had known him for so long now and because I knew he wasn’t into guys I guess I never fantasized or had given it much attention. Well okay, I take that back, I HAD fantasized about him, but I just couldn’t see it happening. He just felt like a really good friend and our taste in many things matched. “Yeah, of course I’m listening. Sorry I tried coming back as quick as possible. What is all this?” “Oh just some experiments we’re doing. After our little friend over there ate all the fish I thought it’d be cool if we tried other things to see what it likes” “Little friend? What it likes? I’m sorry are we talking about the same carnivore goo that literally decimated all our fish in the tank?” I was honestly shocked John didn’t seem to be taking this seriously. He started opening one of the bags and there was all types of things you can imagine. Cookies, carrots, onions, beef, canned food, cat food, chicken breast, hell there was even a freaking live lobster. I had to try and make him see he was being irrational and we should probably torch that thing. Maybe I was being too radical, but at least getting rid of it would be better than whatever we were doing at this point. “Listen I don’t think this is a good idea” I said as I watched him tossing a cookie into the water. It sank slowly and touched the rock but nothing else happened. It fell sideways right besides the rock and onto the sandy floor. No reaction. Nothing. “Did you notice anything different about yourself lately?” I asked. “Hm.p, maybe feeling more energetic? Ok, well. Maybe cookies are not the key”. John was zigzagging through the topics while quizzically saying out loud, maybe talking to himself? To me? I didn’t know anymore. He was moving through the groceries trying to find something else. He eventually found some frozen fish and did the same thing. “Let’s try fish again, maybe it only likes things that go into the water?” He enthusiastically threw the fish in but again saw no reaction, nothing happening. As I watched him doing his little science experiment with his otherworldly guinea goo pig I realized it was useless to try and talk him out of it. Even I was starting to get curious at this point just for the sake of finding out what we were dealing with. I couldn’t shake off the terrifying sight of wild-animal-eating-John from my mind but there had been nothing else other than the weird space dreams that helped prove I hadn’t just dreamt or hallucinated that. As I cooked up thoughts and theories inside my head while staring at John’s beautiful arms moving up and down with all sorts of different groceries I caught myself mesmerized by his movements. I never realized how his biceps would curl the sleeves of his shirt just a little when he ever so slightly flexed when naturally moving around. I guess his latest workout routine must’ve been paying off more than I cared to notice. “YES, FINALLY!” he yelled and completely removed me from my trance. The rock was now once again standing 90 degrees inside the water. The slit in it ever so slowly expanding and letting out the goo again. This time the goo was multicolored. In all shades of colors from the fish it had previously “eaten”. John was bent over with his face almost glued to the glass watching it carefully. Needless to say the soft fabric made his ass look even more peachy and so incredibly bubbly in that position. Not that I was complaining about the view. This time though, instead of fish, John had put some smaller shrimp in the water. It was those very tiny shrimp and they were too fast for the goo. Of course it sparked the goo’s interest but the shrimp were just not interested in it and swimming away from the danger. John was fascinated by the interaction while I was obviously fascinated in something else much rounder and juicier just beautifuly standing there in front of me. My mind was invaded with thoughts of me just coming closer and closer until I was in position to rub my cock against his delicious butt, like he did to me on the last weekend. To play with his hole and thrust my way inside as he begged me for more. I could feel my cock involuntarily pulse in my pants and chub up a bit. Meanwhile something else very intriguing was going on inside the aquarium. The goo was vibrating, like it was unstable, then reshaping itself. You could see tiny little spines forming inside it while it still had its translucent color, then some flesh starting to form around it, scales taking shape and thickening, growing larger, it’s color becoming more opaque by the second. Soon it took the form of the fish from yesterday, except it was in that enhanced mutated form. Now it had the speed to compete with the shrimp and actually swim after them. Dinner was now served. It quickly snatched two of the tiny shrimp and I could see John almost crying with amazement from seeing it happen before his eyes. It’s like he was watching a fight, except he was cheering for them to murder each other. Whenever the “fish” caught its prey it didn’t eat them, though. It bit them, yes, but mostly to hold it in place. Then some of the scales in its body would liquefy into the goo state and make their way to the prey and engulf it. Then the mutant fish would let it go, now a bubble of goo, dissolving the prey inside it and turning it into more of itself, more goo. There were tiny little gooey sarcophagus, tombs made of the slime substance for the prey where they could not escape anymore all around the water. I counted at least 20 of them. The fish was now calmly swimming through them going back to the first one where it opened its mouth and swallowed it. When it was done with all of its dinner it once again looked bloated. The same thing that happened last night now happened again: the fish convulsed, it’s scales melting and reshaping, growing denser and gaining size, it was mutating again and starting to display some of the characteristics from the shrimp it had just absorbed. A little bit of the orange color, the long antennas and even a longer curled body. It forced itself back into the rock liquefying into its goo state and making it once again grow a tiny larger. It was now finally the size of a lemon. When the show was done the rock once again had the usual orange glow fade and sink again to the bottom of the tank. John got himself up again much to my disappointment, since I had half my attention turned to the events in the tank and half on his ass. I never saw him look so happy about something, it was like he was a kid opening his gifts on Christmas morning. “Dude I thought I were excited about it, but you are on another level” he said giggling. His eyes went down to my crotch then up again. “What? No! I… I… uhm”. Fuck I didn’t know what to say. I was instantly blushing. For some reason John thought I was aroused by the alien hunger games we just saw, but I couldn’t just straight up tell him I was fantasizing over his ass right then and there. I was about to put my hands in front of my crotch to hide it in embarrassment but John approached me in one swift step. He was standing (almost) eye to eye with me (if it weren’t for his slight height advantage) and very close. “It’s ok, don’t worry dude. I also get totally random boners sometimes” he said sarcastically. He was so close that I could free his sweetheart breath of fresh coffee from probably before I had arrived. “That was cool though, right? Imagine being able to subdue other beings like that. To be so strong you can simply dominate them at your will. Who wouldn’t want that?” He said in a low tone. I raised an eyebrow. What was he saying? It was difficult to form thoughts as I had other matters to attend. His body was so close to mine that I could feel his heat radiating from him once again. The familiar heat that was once glued to my back humping and rubbing itself against me. I was again lost in a trance and all my blood was being redirected downwards straight to my cock. My semi was no longer just a semi and it was now pumped full of blood, fully hard and throbbing. My mind almost went into overdrive when I felt it achieving its full size as it pulsated and made contact with something. I closed my eyes and could feel the bulge in my pants rubbing against John’s bulge. I was in full ecstasy, when I opened my eyes he had a devilish grin and was staring deep into my eyes. The thick tent in his pants was pressed hard against mine. Fuck, I was leaking precum and making a mess inside my own undies but the more I leaked the more the seemed to enjoy. He was obviously not wearing any underwear beneath his pants as I could feel all of it. And it looked so good. So heavy, so hard, and he looked like a shower. It was hard to tell from the black pants but it didn’t look much bigger than what I had seen when we were in the lake. Well at least that, I could say I was bigger than him despite being just average. We were locked in that moment for about two full minutes before he opened his lips to speak again “C’mon I have another idea” he said moving away. “Let’s see what happens when we put this thing against a much bigger guy” I looked down and saw the mess I had made of myself. My underwear was soaking wet from so much precum and I had a big wet spot in my pants. My heart was still racing and my breathing was fast. The veins in my arms were very visible like I had just gone through an exhausting workout. My brain wasn’t thinking clearly anymore and all fear and doubt inside me were gone. I had only one goal in mind and it was standing right in front of me: that was John.

Another short - but fresh - update. More coming shortly as I have the next parts already down and just putting in the finishing touches. Chapter 4 I was back at sea. The Black Sea. The darkness that surrounded me, the emptiness, the void, it all came rushing back. This time around I quickly recognized I was in a dream, but exactly like last time I wasn’t in control either. Feeling the chills down my spine and my hairs going up once again I tried “swimming” once more. I couldn’t tell if I was actually moving or not because there was no point of reference, no object or landmark in the horizon for me to orient myself. But I knew I had to find a way to wake up fast. Every minute I spent in that dream was bringing me closer to experiencing what happened the first time. And I could feel it creeping under my skin, that feeling, like it was slowly reaching out to me and engulfing me in fear. Then it started. I saw the horizon shaping up and the stars starting to light up all around me. There was one difference now though. I was closer to a planet, but it looked destroyed, like something blew it up to pieces. There was a gigantic crater in it, big enough that I could see it from the distance where I was in “space”. Debris floated all around it and the planet was devastated down to its core. Then from behind the huge cloud of floating debris I saw something starting to arise like it was ready to consume the planet. A gigantic wave of darkness slowly encapsulating it and for the first time I could hear something in that space. The echo of a million voices crying out, desperate, in pain, being consumed. They all seemed to come from that direction. I couldn’t understand the language they were speaking but one thing was for sure: they were soon going to vanish. I felt my body tense up and that primal feeling of fear started to grow inside me again. I once again tried to turn around and run, swim, move however possible away from that. It was just impossible. Inevitable. When I looked back everything was gone and there was just darkness, almost reaching me. That’s when I once again woke up. The alarm on my phone said 7:30am. It was Monday and I had to get to work. I don’t know at what time I fell unconscious last Sunday afternoon but I had been out for a long time. And now I was feeling perfectly fine, like all of that had just been a Power Nap. Plus I was in my bed wearing the same clothes as the night before. Maybe John somehow carried me over to bed? Well I was at least glad to be alive right now. After the horror show I had witnessed with the fish in the aquarium I was really unsure on even what to expect anymore. I had seen the weird glow around John so would he eventually do the same to me? I was really not interested in finding out, but John was my friend. How would he ever be able to hurt me? I got up and looked for him in the apartment but he was nowhere to be found and the aquarium was empty. He must have taken the rock somewhere with him. I texted him asking if everything was alright. There was this unreal series of things happening but at the same time everything around us seemed to be unchanged. Nothing out of the ordinary. And life moved on. I could either stay home and continue to freak out or go to work and look for John were he not to return home or reply to my messages. While overthinking all of that he actually replied. “I’m headed to work. Catch you later tonight” he had simply said. I raised an eyebrow but decided I was not gonna waste more time with this. I was gonna sit down with him and have a serious conversation about that thing. We didn’t even know what it was but it was clear John couldn’t keep it as a pet. Whatever it was. I got up, headed to the bathroom and started getting ready for my day. As I showered and felt the hot water running through my body I felt a very unfamiliar feeling. My body felt different, energized, but I just thought it was the effect of passing out for probably like 12+ hours. I didn’t feel like MY body. When soaping up I was under the impression that it felt tighter, like every muscle in my body was packed up tight. Like a gym pump. Except I didn’t work out and wouldn’t call myself a fitness junkie or similar. If anything I was pretty lazy and unfamiliar to exercising in general. It was a happy surprise after all but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that it had something to do with all of the weird stuff that had happened for the past weekend. Washing myself up made me chub up a little. I hadn’t properly given my dick any attention even after John had creamed his pants after humping and rubbing his body on mine on the weekend. I could feel the blood flowing all the way down to my dick and making it grow to its full 6.5 inches, which again, although not big was decent enough and had some girth to it so that it would always make it a tight fit wherever I needed it to go into I felt the familiar feeling of ecstasy as I moved my hand up and down my shaft and the pressure grew inside me. When all my muscles tensed up and my balls flexed I could feel the thrill of weeks worth of cum coming as I was almost climaxing. I closed my eyes and squeezed my dick really hard one last time and came. I opened my eyes to check out my cumshot believing it was gonna be one of my biggest yet just given how horny I was feeling. Each squirt hit the shower wall in front of me like a gun being unloaded. I was overjoyed with the feeling and quite surprised at how much I had blasted. When I was done and had dried myself up I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was half shocked and half excited with what I saw. All 1,75m of me were looking like I was actually a decent athlete. I wasn’t big or ripped or anything like that, but it definitely looked like I at least exercised regularly. I was slowly turning around in front of the mirror to check myself out, flexing my biceps to now see a small tiny softball going up or a faint line of abs forming on my torso. I was happy with the development I was seeing. I couldn’t figure out how and I also didn’t have time right now to make sense of anything. I quickly got dressed and went out. On my way to work I texted John again. “We HAVE to talk tonight. Please come straight home.” I was feeling super energetic for the rest of the day but I really needed to discuss everything with John. What the hell was happening to me? How come he wasn’t scared or freaked out at things? At some point between my tasks and meetings through the day I realized he had read my text but never replied. That was unusual of him as he would always get back to me when he saw a message. All the more reason for me to find this all incredibly bizarre. The day flew by so quickly that I didn’t even check the clock. I was still feeling incredibly energetic and before I left for the day and I had counted at least two people checking me out today, something I’m either not self conscious about or people not so obvious about it either. The first one was the girl at the front desk of our office building. She worked there for maybe two years now? I didn’t really know her name and would only give her the usual “good morning” or “have a nice day” and she would always greet me back without much else. Today though it was different. She had her eyes fixated on me when I walked in and was the first one to greet me when I passed by the turnstile to take the elevator. “I’m sorry to bother, but could you take this package up to your office? I believe it’s for you guys” she said while calling me and handing over a small package for the HR office in our company. When I took the package and thanked her she blinked at me and I kinda left without saying anything, surprised at the interaction. Well that was a first. The second one was the barista on the cafeteria located in the common area on the top floor. He was very slim, looked to be about the same height as me and had beautiful hazel eyes. His hair was short and he had a cute faded side cut. He looked very cute, but he might’ve been a tad too young for me as he seemed to be still attending college. Just like the front desk girl he had his eyes fixated on me since I stopped by to order. “Peter! One small cappuccino with extra cinnamon” he called out when handing out my drink. “Hope you enjoy it, we made it with extra cinnamon as my colleague informed me you never order one without it”. I was quite surprised, but very pleased by it. I caught him checking me up as I left. That was an instant boost to my ego as I haven’t had one quite like it in a while. When I was back on my workstation I realized he had left me his number written down on the cup. I guess this is what people say about confidence, right? It makes people instantly more attractive. And that’s how I felt today because honestly there was nothing different about my looks and my clothes didn’t show any of my recent body “improvements”. It HAD to be something about the way I was feeling today or walking. There had to be SOMETHING different about me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I saw a text notification from John. Finally he had replied, only took him a full day. “Hey, I’m home. I’ve got something for us to try. Let me know when you’re coming” I tried texting him back cause I was not enjoying the suspense and I was more worried than excited, but I needed to make sure John was really fine. I grabbed all my stuff and went straight back home.

Time for another update. I’m trying to get my ideas all in order and write a bit in advance so I can keep a flow of updates going. Next one should be up before the weekend, too! Chapter 3 The rest of our Sunday morning had probably been the weirdest we’ve ever shared since we met each other. John left the bathroom after cleaning up and I had no clue what he was gonna say or what to expect. I myself didn’t know what I was gonna say. Turns out he didn’t say a single word. He went straight to the kitchen and started looking for something to eat. I didn’t know how to feel. It had been hot, sure, but wasn’t he even going to acknowledge he literally just blasted his biggest cum shot to date while humping me? What about last night? Had I really imagined all of that? The more I thought about it the angrier I was getting for him having the balls to be literally just looking for food now as if nothing had happened. I got up and immediately started packing my things to leave everything ready to return home earlier than we’d planned. I dumped all my clothes in my bag, my phone, battery charges, everything. “Hey, good morning” John said in a friendly voice while entering the room. He had that goofy and charming half smile up. He stopped by the door and was leaning against the door while eating some yoghurt. I just waved back without being sure what to say. “Do you want anything for breakfast? Actually, why are you packing up? Are we leaving?” He asked seemingly confused. I truly couldn’t believe he was literally gonna act like nothing happened. Or was this not him and last night wasn’t really a hallucination? Before answering him I glanced at his hands again. There was still a band-aid there so again I felt like I was going crazy. “I don’t feel hungry. Can we pack and return home earlier?” I finally broke my silence. He didn’t say anything but luckily just acknowledged my will and went to the kitchen to finish his yoghurt. When he came back and started packing he started looking through his night stand seemingly looking for something he couldn’t find. I didn’t pay much attention at first but he was very insistent on finding whatever it was he was looking for. “Hey did you see the black rock we found yesterday? I left it at my night stand and I can’t find it.” So he finally decided to talk about last night. There’s no way he’d talk about a fucking rock he found in the lake but not everything else that happened. “Seriously?!” I replied, annoyed at the fact he was giving this so much attention and ignoring the rest. “Yes, really! I remember putting it here last night before going to bed. Then I woke up to go to the bathroom and last thing I know you bumped into me acting out of yourself” Did he not remember anything or was he playing me now? I was just fed up with that. The idea of simply not talking about things was awful to me. I’m not gonna let the same happen with my own best friend. “Listen, so about earlier…” I started saying but got quickly interrupted “I am so so so sorry, I don’t know what happened…” he immediately spurted out. Ok, good. He wasn’t oblivious of it, but why on Earth would he just choose to not talk about it. I guess I would have to try to calm him down. “Look I just wanted to thank you for getting me to bed after I freaked out last night. That was sweet of you” I simply said. He was looking down, not quite able to look me in the eye. “I, uhm… yeah. No problem, bro. I am really sorry about this morning, though. I was having one of those dreams and when I was slowly waking up it all felt so good I couldn’t handle it and…” he was mumbling trying to find words at this point. “Look, you don’t have to say anything. It’s fine.” I replied. I was trying not to overthink things but it’s quite difficult when you have a crush on someone and something on that level happens. My mind was racing and I really just wanted to get out of there and back home. I needed some fresh air. John was a big boy, he could look for that stupid rock by himself. I got up, put on a light jacket and headed outside. When I stepped out the door I froze for a second when I stopped at the same spot I had the “terrifying sighting of John” last night. Now, during daytime, things looked exponentially less creepy and there was nothing by the firepit except of course the burnt wood and charcoal, some toasted marshmallows that fell into it and the two wooden stools around it. No blood, no animal carcass, not a trace that what I saw had been real. It was actually quite a nice day outside, but something else caught my attention. A tiny, black, shiny object sheepishly hiding besides the stools. It couldn’t be. As I came closer to it there it was. The little rock we found in the lake the day before. Except it looked a bit different now. I picked it up to inspect it and the slit in the middle now looked bigger. The markings were the same but it’s shape was rounder like it was fuller. John immediately seemed to appear out of nowhere and snapped it out of my hand as I was studying it. “You found it! ” he thanked me very enthusiastically. “This is exactly where I saw you last night! I’m not going crazy!” I once again said annoyed. John was so mesmerized by the rock, again, that he barely even acknowledged what I said. We finished packing and returned home without any objections. He didn’t seem to mind or object to anything for the rest of the day. By the time we were back I was just really over everything that had happened and wanted to get some actual good rest. John on the other hand was restless. He walked around the apartment, watched tv shows, vacuumed the floor. He was on fire, more active than ever. And on a Sunday of all days. He really was acting out of himself and I couldn’t figure out why. It’s like that freaking rock was changing him somehow and I didn’t like this new John, he had the same qualities to him but felt like a stranger to me. After an entire day of this I was done. Enough was enough. “Hey, what’s going on with you? And why won’t you put that thing down?” I asked John. “The rock? Cause it looks amazing! The more I stare at it the more details I can see!” “Dude, cmon. Give me that stupid thing” I moved to try and get it from him but he didn’t let me. It was one of those weird moments when someone does something unexpected and you just don’t know how to act. John was actively protective of that stupid rock. But he was already taller than me, and despite not being heavier than me his longer arms kept it away from my reach. We actually now looked stupid, like two kids fighting over a toy or something. While trying to get it from him I actually managed to make him drop it, but if fell inside the aquarium we had in the living room. We both observed it sinking into the bottom of it. After a couple of seconds some of the fish inside it started approaching to check it. John and I just watched it not wanting to dip our hands inside the water to fetch it. That’s when I could see the vaguely faint orange glow again around the rock. But now it was clearer to me because of the glass. There was a gelatinous membrane around it that actually gave it that orange glow. And it was “leaking” from the slit in the middle of it. The moment the first fish approached the membrane it got engulfed in it. It didn’t react any differently and just moved on with his life, but now the fish also had the gel-like substance around him. Soon other fish in the aquarium also had it and it was a matter of a couple minutes before all of the fish inside had it. “Are you seeing that?” I asked “I thought I was the only one. That’s exactly what I saw in the lake. Except inside the water I couldn’t see as clearly as I can now through the aquarium glass” John explained. “Well that explains one of the dozen weird things that happened over the weekend but it doesn’t explain…” Before I was able to finish my sentence I saw the first fish that touched the substance glow a tiny brighter. It was hard to notice at first but the first thing I noticed that was different about it were the completely white eyes. The dead look in it that felt so familiar. Then the fish suddenly attacked another one trashing it violently inside the water. There was a small cloud of remains, blood and flesh but it was all engulfed by the slimy substance which seemed to be dissolving everything inside it and then returning the gooey blob to the fish that had first started it. What. The. Fuck. Soon all other fish were gone from the aquarium and the only one remaining fish was looking different. Its color was bright red, and the soft orange-ish glow around it was no more. Then it started to convulse and the skin was melting and reshaping at the same time. Each time it reshaped it seemed to gain a tiny bit of size. Just looking at it seemed painful let alone feel what the poor fish could feel. But its scales were now looking denser, thicker, more resistant and each time it reshaped itself it became darker in color. The fish also grew in size with the fins becoming longer, its body expanding to the sides and the tail becoming bigger and more flamboyant. It was so different from the original fish. Like a larvae that had gone under metamorphosis and was now a butterfly. But the fish was no longer the bright red it once was. It was now a shiny black. The fish calmly swam across the aquarium to meet the rock again. It poked the slit a couple times and the rock stood up in a vertical angle and the fish started to force itself inside it. Despite its much larger size the rock started expanding to accommodate it and even if it didn’t completely grow you could see that the fish was making its way in. Parts of it body were simply ripped apart from brute forcing its way inside a rock but they simply gooey-fied and followed it inside. As if you were painfully trying to stick your finger inside a tin can that could not accommodate it and simply ignoring the pain by continue to push it through. By the time all of the fish - and the goo - had finished entering the rock it sank back down to bottom of the aquarium, now again completely still and looking devoid of any life inside it I was horrified about the whole freak show we had just witnessed. When I turned my head to look at John he was fixated in it. He wasn’t even blinking. He turned to look at me and we both had very visibly different expressions. Mine was pure horror while his was pure amazement. My mind started spiraling when I remembered I had seen John, or whatever I thought was John, the night before feeding off of other living beings. But I couldn’t make sense of things now. Before I could process any other thoughts I looked at John and saw the faint orange glow around him. “Oh fuck, no no no” I kept thinking. “Are you feeling ok?” He said as he extended his hand to me. My vision started going black. The last thing I felt were John’s arms holding me and I blacked out.

Appreciate the replies! Still working on the general setup, but there’s an update ready! Chapter 2 Remember when I said I usually slept like a rock? Somehow that was not true that night. I dreamt I was in a sea of nothingness. Like what I would picture being in space must be like. No light, no sound, no air, nothing. Just the empty void and darkness as far as the eye could see. The more time I spent on that dream just floating around then the more it started looking like space. Slowly some shiny dots on the horizon started popping. A splash of bright colors from nebulas light years away. Light from stars I could never even think of ever reaching. More and more it started to also expand in size. If before I could only see darkness then now I could see how tiny and how insignificant we all are in the universe. And then I saw one tiny little light growing brighter and brighter by the second. It was growing more intense, bigger, faster, closer. I quickly realized it was a meteor headed my direction. Behind the meteor all the stars were shutting down like light bulbs failing in a hallway. Everything behind the meteor being once again engulfed in darkness. I started feeling extremely cold and chills went down my spine. I had goosebumps and all the hairs on my arm went up. You know that feeling you get when something is wrong but you can’t quite tell what? That primal feeling of fear that triggers your every instinct in your mind to run as fast as you can to safety. I turned back trying to flee but it was pointless, I was moving my arms and legs in place without actually moving anywhere. I was technically in space after all. When the meteor light grew too close and too intense to even look at it I shut my eyes close hoping for the best but truly expecting the worst. That’s when I woke up with the hollow sound of a loud thump. I looked around spooked, disoriented, sweaty from the weird dream - nightmare? - I’ve just had and with a tap on my phone’s screen by the night stand I could see it was almost 4 in the morning. John’s bed was empty, the sheets still there, in a messy state, as if he had gotten up in a hurry. I grabbed my phone, put on my slippers and turned the flashlight option on. The thump had come from outside the room and given how loud it was it must’ve been either at the front door or the porch since the kitchen and back door were on the opposite side on the bedroom entrance. I moved carefully without really knowing what to expect but my rational mind thought it might’ve been just the wind or a small wild animal in the area. The front door was unlocked. When I slowly opened it I was shocked to see John kneeling near the fire pit with his back turned to the house. I don’t know what exactly shocked me more at that point. Him being out there at 4 in the morning in front of an unlit fire pit or the fact he was once again just in his white trunks. It wasn’t winter but I wouldn’t also be just outside with below 10 Celsius outside at night. Well he was still a sight to behold, his slightly developed muscles glistening under the moon light, the round peachy bubble butt sitting softly on the white trunks. “You scared the crap out of me. What the hell are you doing out here at this time?” I said out loud, trying to call him out. He didn’t move an inch. My mind quickly went from the groggy horny feeling from not seeing any action in a couple weeks and being woken up in the middle of the night to being incredibly confused and low key scared again. I squeezed my eye from the porch trying to understand what was even happening but I could very faintly see the orange glow around him. I started walking on his direction but I froze in place just after a couple steps when I heard a snapping sound. It was difficult to tell what he was doing since he had his back turned on to me, but as if he magically knew I was wondering that same question he started turning around and there was blood. A lot of blood. His mouth and hands were covered in it and he was chewing what looked like a rabbit maybe? A bird? I couldn’t quite tell what was in his right hand. What freaked me out even more was the fact his eyes had a dead look to it. They were completely white and devoid of any life in it. My heart immediately started pounding in my chest and I turned around and ran as fast as I could to the cabin. “What the fuck is going on, what’s he doing” were the only things I could think of. I locked the door, closed the curtains and ran back to the room to grab my stuff and think of a plan on how to get the hell out of there. Amidst my complete panic I hit my face against something when entering the bedroom. Or better yet: someone. As I hit the floor I immediately started violently kicking and punching trying to get away, but I was held in place by firm, strong hands. “Dude, calm down, it’s me! Stop punching me!” It was John. It was his voice. I started focusing my vision on him and there was no blood. He was wearing his pajamas, a soft white cotton shirt that loosely fit him and some very old red cotton shorts he refused to dispose of. I didn’t know what was real anymore. It took me about a minute of mumbling and getting as far away from him inside the bedroom as I could. “Don’t come any closer! I swear to god I’ll hurt you if you do!” I threatened him. “Ok, ok. Calm down. I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s me. John. Your friend. I’m not gonna do anything, alright?” The voice did seem like him, but what was happening? Had I really just hallucinated? “You seem to be cold, I’m just gonna pick up the blanket and throw it around you, alright?” He said gesturing to the blanket at the foot of his bed. I moved my head up and down agreeing to it. He approached me slowly with the blanket, helped up to my feet and threw the blanket around my shoulders. “See? I’m not gonna do anything. Care to tell what the fuck you were so scared of?” I tried explaining but everything was just a mess in my head. Everything happened so quickly that I couldn’t remember the exact order of events, but when I mentioned I saw him all bloody outside he just laughed and went to the windows in the entrance to open the curtains. “See, nothing outside?” He said as he opened the curtains and, indeed, nothing was there. “Look, I think you had a very stressful week at work, you have not slept properly and we’re out in the woods so you probably just saw a wild animal or something” “I’m not crazy, I know what I saw” “Well I’m definitely not eating any raw animals nor do I have any blood in me, right? Look” he was now turning around in place showing me he was completely clean. “Show me your finger. You had a cut in it from last night. If this is really you then you are gonna have it still” He lifted his hand and there was the band-aid. He slowly removed it and showed me the cut. “Feeling better now? That was pretty stupid by the way. If I had turned into a raw flesh eating monster do you think I’d be having a conversation with you? I’d be feasting on your dumb ass”. The complete out of place joke in a serious moment sealed it for me. That was indeed John. I had no explanation for what had happened so I just accepted I saw something my mind had completely made up because of stress and sleep deprivation. I even felt a bit bad now for kicking and punching him when I couldn’t make sense of things. John was kind enough to put me to bed and talk to me until I fell asleep again. This time I didn’t dream. When I woke up in the morning with the sun shining I could hear John breathing heavily. He had fallen asleep in my bed. I immediately blushed when I realized he was kind of spooning me. Needless to say I was hard as a rock from his breathing on my neck and the body heat emanating from him behind me. I didn’t know what to do because the moment he woke up it’d be very weird for us since we never had any romantic or sexual chemistry despite me having a crush on him for a while now. Not wanting to move and wake him up I tried to reach for my phone to see if I could set up the alarm for 1min and pretend I was asleep so he’d “wake up first and realize he was spooning me”. Except when I did that I bumped my hand on the night stand and made my phone drop to the floor. “Fuck” I screamed mentally. I immediately shut my eyes closed and John moved around. His entire body actually moved closer to me and he tightened his embrace. When his torso touched my back I could feel the heat emanating from him, but when I felt something poke my butt that’s when I knew he was also sporting a steel hard morning wood. My dick must’ve let a lot of precum out since I could actually feel it leaking. John moaned a bit behind me and then I heard him very faintly whisper “fuck fuck fuck”. I could feel him trying to pull away from me without making any noises but he didn’t have enough space with the wall behind him. “Fuck I’m gonna wake him up” I heard him whisper to himself again. My instincts took over and I moved my butt back a bit, making it rub against his morning wood once again. This time he didn’t say anything but he stopped moving. Instead of continuing to move away he actually moved closer and pressed his hard boner against my ass. I could feel his shaft slowly sliding across my butt cheeks like it has always belonged there. He started moaning louder than he could control and his body was rubbing more intensely against mine now despite him trying very hard not to. He was just straight up dry humping me at this point. Or maybe not so “dry” since there was so much precum leaking from him that I could feel it soaking my very thin shorts. When the moaning got too loud he quickly got up not caring anymore whether he was gonna wake me up or not. He was trying to rush straight to the bathroom and for a brief second we locked eyes. We both looked down at his crotch and he closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy. Right then and there he was blasting his cum inside his own shorts and moaning louder than I had ever heard someone ever moan.

Part 35 It hummed softly, a cold tingling sensation running up my cock, but it didn't seem to be doing anything. No pleasure, no pain, just tingle. Aiden, on the other hand, had started grunting and groaning like he was getting the world's best head, gripping firm on the tube. "Fuuuck yes!" It only lasted maybe a minute before the humming stopped, and I was confused. I pull the tube off my cock curiously and was astonished at what I saw. My cock had shrunk! I could still feel it, and it was rock hard, but it was now a tiny 3inch prick. I looked over at Aiden as he pulled his off with a little bit of difficulty. It didn't want to let go, and I soon found out why. Rather than shrink, Aiden's cock had grown, grown thick and fat. More than that, once it was all the way off, I realized it was longer too, looking closer to 8.5-9inches. It was clear what this thing did now, but how it did, it was beyond me. Aiden's new cock twitched, flexing and bouncing up and down as he squeezed his pubic muscles. I was in shock, but at the same time, it felt right now that his cock matched the rest of his body, big and hard. "Don't worry, you'll get every inch back, I promise." He reached back for his bedside table, putting away the toy and grabbing a bottle of lube while at the same time pushing me onto my back and lifting my legs into the air. "Fuck, this is going to be amazing!" I'd never been fucked before, especially not by such a big cock, and as nervous as that made me, I knew I desperately wanted it inside me. Once he was lubed up, he started grinding his fat shaft against my hole, teasing me. The pressure of it made what remained of my cock twitch eagerly, reaffirming how badly I wanted Aiden inside me. So much so that I reached for his cock, hoping to guide him inside me. Aiden was gentle with it, letting his body weight slowly but firmly press himself inside me. It was big and uncomfortable but, at the same time, the best thing I'd ever felt.

(This is my first sample story! It contains NSFW moments, hypnosis, muscle growth, and dubious consent [although for the purposes of this story the characters do consent]. Enjoy!) --------------------------------- Welcome to the Frat --------------------------------- It had all started out innocently enough. Jake was walking down the sidewalk through his college campus when it had happened. The financial stress of the situation was starting to get to Jake; unable to get a scholarship and with loans running high it looked like his part time job wasn't going to be enough to pay off for another semester of college. That’s when he came across the flyer. “OFFERING SCHOLARSHIPS FOR NEW PLEDGES!” That’s what it took to catch his attention. He went to the lamppost on which the flyer hung, noting as he went that most of the tabs with the number to contact were already gone. Was this for real or just a scam? “OFFERING SCHOLARSHIPS FOR NEW PLEDGES! “The fraternal order of Alpha Beta Sigma is offering scholarships for students interested in joining an international brotherhood of men in the arts and sciences! Alpha Beta Sigma is world renowned for the quality of its members in the fields of engineering, psychology, fine arts, and many other fields of study! We are accepting all applications for students with interests in pursuing one of the following majors as well and partaking in community service projects! “The current majors for which we are seeking in earnest are: “Biology “Chemistry “Engineering “Human Services “Psychology “Do you not see your major listed? Give us a call or text with one of the tabs below and we will see if you’re qualified for a scholarship. Once tabs run out a waiting period will be in effect until all candidates are reviewed. “Thank you for reading our notice! We hope to hear from you soon! “Signed, “Mike, treasurer.” Only two tabs left… Jake began to wonder how serious it was. Should he take one? He was majoring in psychology, something his mom and dad frequently rebuked him for choosing. It was, however, a passion that he wanted to pursue. After many nights of arguing with his parents, Jake finally made his point clear that he would go for a psych major, but without any funding from his parents. Now, financially alone and on the brink of having to take a break from college, an opportunity had presented itself. Would it take care of his loans? No, but it would give him a much needed break. After a few moments Jake slowly tore a tab from the bottom of the flyer and continued on his way, stuffing the tab in his pocket. This was a perfect way to forget about the piece of paper. Even after mentally telling himself that he would look into it after class, Jake promptly forgot as soon as he entered another campus building. After the day at school he arrived back at his dorm with a meal from the gas station nearby. After emptying his pockets and finding the tab within he stopped to think and remember what it was from. He had forgotten all about it up until now. He sat at his desk and ate as he sent the text. Jake: Hey I saw your flyer and got a tab from it. Do you guys still have that scholarship opportunity? It would probably be tomorrow before he heard anything, he rationalized as he closed his messages. Jake then opened up a streaming service and flipped his phone sideways to have something to watch as he ate. About halfway through there was a sharp PING that rang through the air. From: Mike? Hey, yeah we still have it. You want to come by the frat at some point? I'm here all week when you have time. W... Jake opened his messages again to read the full message. It continued, Mike:... What kind of major are you? Jake began typing and messaged this guy back. Sure enough he seemed legit, not like some rando whose friends duped him into a prank. Hopefully, Jake thought, he wouldn’t be the one getting pranked in the end. Jake: Hey man, names Jake. Jake:Is this Mike? Jake:Im a psych major and saw that you all were looking for psych majors? In a few minutes there was another response in a couple of texts. Mike: Yeah, dude, this is Mike. We should still have a scholarship for psych majors open. Let me check rq There were a few moments of waiting before the speech bubble popped up again. Yeah, Jake, looks like we still have some psych major openings for the scholarship. If you have time tomorrow around 2 I should be available. Hopefully this wasn’t some sort of sick prank. Jake typed again. Jake: I have a class until 2:30. Can I come by then? A few more moments and the response came. Mike: That works. I got ya down for 2:45, but you can come earlier. Just bring a transcript with you or a screenshot of your classes with your uni ID. Jake: Awesome thanks man ----------------- Jake found himself outside the fraternity, a large brick building on the edge of the campus with “ABS” proudly bolted onto the brick with member navy and white flags flying in front of it. He opened the glass door leading into a hallway, a hand sanitizing station immediately within. He could hear the sound of people coming from primarily the left as he entered, but thankfully the sign in front of him said that the chapter administration was to the right, a much smaller hallway with a seating area across from some doors. He turned to the right and began to walk down the hall, looking at the pictures and trophies in a glass case as he passed. Jake knew that Alpha Beta Sigma was well known for some of the best athletes and a good portion of the brightest minds, but the amount of awards was staggering. It took up two cases, and all of these trophies and medals were just for this chapter. Maybe he could get more out of it than just a scholarship… As his attention turned away from the trophy cases, he saw the small waiting area just ahead inside a room marked “Administration Offices.” He walked in to be greeted by a small row of chairs just inside the door with an empty desk in the corner and a short hallway of doors just beyond. With no one at the desk, Jake walked down yet another hall, passing labeled doors as he went, most of which were closed. “Chapter President,” said one. Another stated “Chapter VP.” The third by which he passed was open, a man sitting behind it. It read “Chapter Treasurer.” Jake knocked on the door and the young man looked back up at him. He was in his mid twenties for sure with a strong jawline and a thick beard over it. His facial features were strong, rugged, and he had a very masculine figure. Jake could feel his dick twitch just from looking at him and let his eyes travel downward. The man’s body was wide but covered by a hoodie, making most features indiscernible underneath. “Hello, I assume you’re Jake.” the man asked with an upward inflection, his bassist voice making Jake feel like he was rumbling. “Uh, yeah, hey,” Jake stated with a smile. The man smiled and motioned for Jake to come in. “Great! Come in, have a seat. Name’s Mike.” “Yeah, good to meet you, Mike,” Jake replied. He walked into the small office and took a seat on the other side of the desk. Jake’s eyes met Mike’s and he couldn’t help but feel a flush coming over him. Just staring into those deep, caramel voids were making him feel slightly weak in the knees. Thank goodness he was sitting down. “So, are you like a professor, or administrator, or…?” Jake continued Mike chuckled in response, his face lighting up in a brilliant white smile fit for a movie star. “Nah, I’m a senior student, going to a degree in engineering myself. Which leads me to why you’re here.” Mike opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a file with Jake, Psych. Maj. on the tab. “Here we go,” Mike mumbled as he opened the folder up, a bright flyer on top which Mike promptly handed to Jake. “Just some reading material, we normally give it out for RUSH and recruiting events but it gives you a synopsis of what you can expect. If you don’t care, can I see the transcript and a university ID?” He then pulled the remainder of the paperwork out of the folder. Jake handed over his transcript and ID as he glanced through the flyer. The glossy paper had the same colors as the flags outside. At the top of the flyer it read, “ALPHA BETA SIGMA WANTS YOU" Below the title there was a group of men all dressed differently and each with a very American-esque reenactment of Uncle Sam in all blue and white, each wearing a striped top hat for some extra cheese. One was a scientist of some sort in a lab coat with glasses; another an engineer holding his compass, ruler, pens, and blueprints; the third was what was probably supposed to be a manager or business owner. One thing was strange about all three though- to put it mildly, they were jacked as hell. How had they even gotten into those clothes to take the picture? Not that Jake was complaining… They must have gotten some of the best looking guys in the fraternity for this. Below them were two columns of three rows, each with a different virtue for the fraternity: INNOVATION HONOR UNITY LEADERSHIP INTEGRITY SERVICE Along the side was “We want YOU to join our community! We at Alpha Beta Sigma are a community and brotherhood of leaders, thinkers, and diligent workers ready to tackle the world! We offer scholarship programs, study sessions and tutors, connections with coaches for most sports, and so many other offers! Interested? Come by your local chapter today and see how your brothers can work with you!” As far as Jake was concerned it was largely the standard recruitment ploy. “Okay, looks like everything’s good to go on the admin front…” Mike chimed in suddenly as he finished writing something on about the fifth or sixth paper in. “You’re in as a psychology major which puts you ahead of a lot of the other candidates. We don’t have a large psych major population so it’ll be good to have someone in that demographic. So, are you interested in just the scholarship or is there something else you were looking for with our fraternity?” Mike asked finally and looked at Jake again, those soft brown eyes staring back into his soul. “Well… uh…” Jake found himself looking down at the flyer for help. “I do need some help in some of my core classes so that would be nice.” “Yeah, of course! We offer tutors for almost every class. As you probably saw we have a lot of connections with coaches and other clubs around the campus from theatre to football, from newspaper and journalism to the future rocket scientists club.” He chuckled more with the last one. “Cool guys in that one, but may not be up your alley. We also offer community service projects, which we require twice a year although most of our brothers sign up for more, and we invite all of our members from pledges to senior year students to come with us on mission trips and nationwide frat meets.” Jake paused for a moment before answering, was he really just getting the street pitch here in this office? “Yeah, that sounds great, but I gotta say it’s mostly just the scholarship and tutoring.” “Not a problem at all. Let me walk you through some of this paperwork and we’ll get you signed in as a pledge-” “Well, uh, one thing first,” Jake interrupted after hearing the word ‘pledge.’ “Yeah, man, what’s up?” Rather than looking angry or confused, Mike just calmly looked up from the papers and back into Jake’s eyes. “When you say ‘pledge…’ does that mean, like… hazing or anything?” Mike nodded in an understanding fashion and began to explain, “Understandable, it’s a stigma that sticks with the term ‘frat’ or ‘fraternity’ as a whole; it brings up images of a bunch of guys lined up and forced to do embarrassing and humiliating things that they don’t want to do. Well, as you know, most university systems have outlawed the threat or concept of hazing entirely, this university is no different, but what makes our fraternity different is that we don’t allow hazing at all. We don’t entertain the concept of it. Even if one of our older members or administrative brothers is slightly serious about it they’re stripped of their fraternal title and kicked out. We don’t tolerate hazing.” Jake visibly relaxed and took the stack of papers. Mike, meanwhile, stood and came around to the other side with Jake. As Mike rose from his chair Jake looked on as the man continued to stretch towards the ceiling. Holy shit, Jake thought, this guy’s a giant. Mike moved around, his legs and the baggy jeans around them shuffling to the side before resting in the chair next to Jake’s. Jake could feel the heat radiating off of the guy. Why did he need a hoodie, exactly? And from the sound of the fibers popping as the big man sat down the baggy pants seemed too tight to be baggy. That’s when Jake noticed Mike’s thigh, or rather how the denim clung to Mike’s thigh. Is every dude in this frat massive? He thought, thinking back to the flyer. “Do I need to move?” Mike interrupted “Why do you say that?” Jake asked, trying to keep his composure. Was his bulge showing? “You look like a tomato, dude.” Fuck. “No, no, I’m good. It’s probably just from the cold outside. Y’know flushed face and all that.” Mike didn’t say anything but just gave a sly smile. The two then went through the paperwork. It was about 4 PM when everything was finished. Besides the paperwork, the two sat and talked with each other before Mike stood up. “Wanna go meet some of your brothers? I can walk you out and send you an email or text with your induction ceremony after I talk with the other admins.” “I think I’m gonna head home, but let me know about that… induction ceremony, you called it?” “Yeah, dude! And, hey, thanks for stopping by today,” Mike replied with a grin. Jake said his goodbye and walked out of the front of the building. --------------- It was a couple of days later when Jake received the email. “Dear Jake, “We thank you for your interest in our organization and are delighted to tell you we have accepted and are moving forward with your application to the fraternal order of Alpha Beta Sigma! We find your GPA of 3.5 acceptable for entrance and, as well, this GPA allows you to participate in our scholarship program for which you applied. We would like to have an induction ceremony for you and your fellow pledges. The date set for your and your fellow initiate brothers’ induction into the fraternity is scheduled for December 12th. We hope that this is an appropriate time, but if not we urge you to contact our assistant Liam at this time. We thank you for taking the time to express your interest in us and look forward to seeing you soon. “Best regards, “Keylan, Alpha Beta Sigma Chapter President” At the same time Jake felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to look at the screen and see Mike’s message. From: Mike? Hey, man! Keylan went ahead and approved your application! Did you get it? Jake opened his phone and started to respond Jake: Yeah, dude! I got it! Thanks so much! Mike: No problem, man! See you on the 12th? Jake: You got it dude! -------------- A couple days passed before Jake found himself back at the frat house, himself in a nice button-up shirt and khaki pants. It’s something he usually wore for work, but since the rest of his clothes were more casual and this was his best suit that is what he decided to wear here. Cars were parked all around the building, music booming from the inside, lights strobing to the beat of the music, the whole affair seemed less like a ceremony and more like a party. He walked to the door of the frat and opened it up. Inside was an array of colors and flashing lights. Streamers covered the ceiling and floor, the trophies and plaques that had shone so brightly before with a golden light were now strobing to the beat as well. The administrative office area was dark leaving only one way to go. He turned down the left hallway, stepping to the beat without even realizing it. He walked past a dark stairwell on his right and finally came to a large rec room, the room ablaze in a rainbow of colors, and the people as well. He looked around seeing a number of guys, a lot of guys. Most were dressed rather casually and those who weren’t were in similar dress to him. Most of the guys dressed like him were also built like him - fairly skinny. They were gathered along one side of the room, seemingly trying to keep to themselves, talking loudly over the music despite their discomfort. It was the other guys that had them so gun shy, and Jake soon saw why. The majority of the guys here were huge, the large muscles on their frames and heavy bodies making the floor dance with them. He had never seen the sheer amount of muscle packed into one room, not to mention all of them were giants. Some wore their fur like carpets while others kept their bodies trimmed or clipped, regardless each one of them were unashamed to show their bodies for what they were - godlike and perfect. Most were dancing shirtless, their pecs and abs exposed, strong and boulder-crushing arms over their heads or around another man as their shining skin pulsed with the ever-changing light. He saw the men dancing less like friends at a party and more like couples about to do some serious ‘business’ later. The more he looked around, the fewer shirts he saw, some wearing harnesses and collars in lieu of any clothing. Then he made the mistake of looking down. FUCK! Has someone accidentally bred horses for these dudes? Like, all of them? Those that were hard had dicks easily over ten inches at the smallest and those who were soft, which weren’t many, had a cock that easily slapped their thighs as they moved to the beat between their immense thighs. A hand clapped on his shoulder. Jake wheeled around to see Mike there with a smile on his face. Bro was stacked too. While not half- or fully-naked like his brethren his clothes didn’t hide as much as they did the other day. It was the pec shelf that caught his eyes first on that wide frame, the fact that three of the buttons were straining to hold back the fur-covered mountains within. He traced the arm from Mike's shoulder to his own. That shoulder, more like the deltoid that had completely strangled the shoulder, had bunched up in the fabric, making it look like the seam was about to rip, and the bicep-tricep combo below it put extra strain on the middle of the sleeve. If Jake didn’t know any better he could swear he saw veins in the dancing lights, and that was with the sleeve rolled up onto the upper arm. His forearm was laid completely bare, the fur-covered maze of sinew and muscle pumped with strength had veins wrapped around it like vines from his football-sized hands to the comparatively small-looking elbow. “Hey, Jake!” came that familiar voice. “Glad you made it! I think you’re the last one to arrive.” Mike looked much more comfortable, less stressed than the mid-twenties man he had seen the other week. “U-uh, yeah…” Jake replied with a slight stutter. “It’s, uh, good to be here and see everyone.” Mike just chuckled in response. “It’s alright, bro, you’re not the only one that’s uncomfortable,” he stated with a nod to the guys lined up like wallflowers. “Normally we’re not this… expressive, but with so many new additions to the frat a lot of us felt the need to celebrate.” Jake looked back to the giants on the dance floor, their sweaty bodies making the room shake as they danced. It was then that Jake noticed the sheer stench. It had hit him when he had come into the building but he had shrugged it off as normal for the party he heard happening, what he hadn’t expected was the smell of sweat, musk, and what he could only describe as a fresh load. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your time too,” Mike couldn’t help but chuckle. Jake had a raging hard boner from the moment he looked on the dance floor, and the sight, smell, feel, and sound of the man beside him was doing that leaking nub no favors. “Heh… yeah… thanks… Uh, when is this ceremony?” Jake asked, trying to push past the awkwardness. If all the brothers in the frat looked like gods, where did he fit in? Was this really a ceremony for him? “I think Keylan has it set up for about an hour from now. Lemme check.” Mike turned his head and shouted. “Yo! Keylan! Prez! Get over here!” It was at that moment another large man came upon them. The man was similar in height and size to most of the men here, but whereas Mike’s eyes were intimidating yet gentle in their caramel hue, Keylan’s eyes black were as coals, simultaneously smoldering and intelligent, perceptive and focused. “What’s up, Mike?” boomed the deep voice. It seemed to deafen even the music pounding in Jake’s ears. That chest slowly heaved up and down, the thin fabric of the white shirt stretched like Saran wrap over it. From the looks of it two buttons had already been made casualties, a tie put in place in an attempt to cover the hole they left. “This is Jake, the one who signed up last week,” Mike explained. Jake could feel those eyes searching him, probing him. It was almost like they were inside of his own head. Jake wanted to look away from the large man but found himself getting pulled in deeper and deeper. “You remember, right?” Mike asked, the words seeming sluggish to Jake’s brain. “The one that you thought would make a great psychologist?” Jake felt the words slur in his mind. The room felt like it was warping around him. He felt if this man asked him anything Jake would give it up to him with no hesitation. “You know, the gay one?” Mike offered further. The world began to fade away. The words Mike just said barely registered in Jake’s brain. Keylan then chuckled and blinked. Jake could feel the haze on him lessen. Keylan looked away and back to Mike. “Yeah, I gotcha,” Keylan replied with a smirk. “He seems like the most promising one here.” Jake slowly came back to reality, the music coming in again. What had just happened. Mike nodded. “Glad you approve, prez,” he smirked and elbowed the president in the ribs. Keylan didn’t even flinch. “But yeah, we were just wondering when the induction ceremony was going to start.” “We can start here in a few minutes. Was mostly waiting for everyone to get here,” Keylan replied. He turned back to Jake. “Does that sound good to you?” He asked. Those eyes bore down on him again. “Yes, sir…” he found himself saying. Sir? He asked himself. Why say that? “Great, I’ll get everyone rounded up and we can get started.” Jake watched the man walk off, staring at that wide back threatening to pull the shirt apart at the seams. Mike seemed to be watching as well, though his vision was pulled down lower. Jake saw what Mike must be staring at: under that wide back tapering to his waist that appeared to corset his body was a thick ass ready to pop out of the jeans and a third leg fairly obviously lining one leg of his pants. When Keylan disappeared into the throng of bodies, Jake turned his attention to Mike who seemed to be in another world entirely. Jake was going to ask Mike what was up when the president’s voice came over the speakers. “Brothers! Could I have your attention?” The crowd stopped dancing one by one and turned to look toward the DJ’s stand on the far side of the room. How had Keylan made it over there so quickly? “With our last pledge here, let’s give a big hand to the men who worked so diligently and were fortunate enough to cross our path! Welcome pledges Kris, Casey, Ben, Matt, and Jake!” The crowd erupted into applause, heads of numerous men turning to look at the lineup at the wall, a few turning towards Jake and Mike as they found the last pledge. The eyes were unsettling on him. They seemed less intimidating than Keylan but there was something about them… “Now then! We will start making our way to the basement for the initiation ceremony! Mike has assigned an older brother to each younger brother as we have done in the past to ease the transition from pledgling to full brother. If our pledges will wait where they are, Mike will come around and introduce each to their older brother.” The crowd began to shift, going into the hall as Mike pulled Jake back to the lineup on the wall. Most of the pledges looked as confused as he felt. Older brother? When did this happen? Thankfully, Mike was there to explain as four other guys made their way over. “As is tradition with our fraternity, we have assigned each of you an older brother, one that will be with you on your journey tonight and even after to help you find resources, answer questions, and be a guiding force.” This sounded more recited than just information. Was the ceremony already underway and they just didn’t know it? “One day you too will pick up the mantle as we have and join us in welcoming and helping our new pledges, your future younger brothers. But let’s get started. Kris, you’re with Ash; Casey, go with Jacob; Ben, you’ll be with Parker; Matt, you line up with Dillon; and Jake will be staying with me.” The ‘older brothers’ fanned out and went to their respective pledge, the shorter, scrawnier men feeling dwarfed by their larger counterparts. With that Mike led the double column out of the rec room and to that dark stairwell. He took the group down, the stairs darker and darker, lit by electric candles on the rails. Jake could swear he heard a soft whirring in the stairwell, perhaps even the low hum of a bass. At the bottom of the stairwell they proceeded forward down another short hallway. As they did Jake saw the virtues listed on either side of the wall in a bronze plaque. They really took their shit seriously here. It slowly crept up on him with the candles and the dark stairs but came more and more to a head with all of this ritual stuff that Jake started to feel like he was being inducted into a cult rather than just some fraternity. They reached the end of the hall and Mike opened the door. Inside stood not the brothers they had just seen, but a series of chairs in a circle and a large television screen in front of each, like the light over a dentist’s chair. The room was otherwise empty. What was going on here? “Okay, each pledge take a seat in a chair and we’ll begin from there,” Mike ordered, breaking up the low hum with his rumbling voice. None of the pledges seemed sure about making their way forward until one by one the frat brothers with them took a hand and shepherded them to a chair. Mike did the same, gently grabbing Jake’s hand and walking him to a chair along the left wall. Jake took a seat in the chair and looked around. The wall across from him was dark blue in the low light of the room, unable to tell if it was actually blue or the color being changed by the soft yellow glow of the candles. Sharp clicks erupted around the room, gasps coming in a wave until it reached Jake. Steel bands clasped over his wrists, ankles, and waist in the chair. A hand pulled him back to rest his head in the tall chair as one was pulled over his neck like a seatbelt. Jake could hear some of the others protest and ask what was happening when the speaker came on. “Welcome,” Keylan’s voice stated, “to your induction ceremony.” A robotic voice then rang throughout the room “Brothers, attention!” Jake watched as Mike went stiff, standing in front of him like a soldier, arms at his sides as best as he could reach with his wide back and shoulders. Jake stayed quiet, unsure what this meant as the other pledges in the room started to wig out a little. “Brothers, disarm!” The robotic voice rang out again right before Keylan began speaking once more. “We are glad for you to join our ranks today, not as normal people, but as fellow brothers.” Mike began to strip, taking his shirt off, popping the buttons and tearing sleeves in his haste to get undressed. “Our inductions are much simpler than other fraternities, no arbitrary amount of tasks that you have to do, no complicated rules to follow, but rather just to listen and follow instructions.” Jake could hear the others wigging out a little, the sound of the metal chairs creaking as a couple tried to get out of them. “We’re going to take this time to help you calm down, to just relax,” Keylan said. Rather than the robotic voice again, Keylan continued, “Brothers, put the screens in position.” Mike, and presumably the other men, stepped forward to their pledges, lowering the monitor from above to rest right in the respective pledge’s face. The monitor turned on. First there was static, then there was a noise coming from nearby. Mike slid a pair of headphones over Jake’s ears. In the static of the monitor, Jake could see Mike. Those warm caramel eyes were blank, the face drained of emotion. He looked zombified. His eyes were even glazed over. The world around Jake deafened as the headphones came over his head, only able to hear something similar to that low hum in the hallway as a group of baritones and bassists rumbled in his ear. “One of us, become one of us, become one of us,” he could distinctly hear, but there was a jumble of voices as well saying something about growing and power and intelligence. He couldn’t focus on it for the adrenaline surging through his system. Keylan’s voice came into the headphones this time, providing an intimate whisper. “Don’t worry, just look ahead. Just stare at the screen,” it reassured Jake. Not like Jake had much of an option, the screen was so close to his face the only thing he couldn’t see was the black box of the dark room around it. The screen clicked to a dark blue and black, ribbons spiraling out of the center of it. A hypnosis spiral? What the fuck? “Just relax,” Keylan continued, “Just relax and slowly give in.” Jake could feel his body relax a little. Was it him? Was it Keylan’s soothing voice? Two eyes came on the screen. He recognized them immediately as Keylan’s. He slowly felt his brain going numb again. “Grow to your biggest extent, Increase your power, Gain your intelligence,” the voices mumbled in his ear as he began to focus more. He felt himself melting, those eyes boring into him. It felt like the world around him was going away. “Breathe in,” Keylan ordered. Jake breathed in. “And out,” he stated after. Jake breathed out. “In… out… in… out…” It continued. Jake could feel his body slowly relaxing more and more as he just breathed. “You can feel it starting in your hands and feet,” Keylan progressed, the repetition of breathing orders echoing in his ears. “With each breath in, you feel it climb higher, up your arms and legs. With each breath out you feel it relax your limbs. In and you feel it go to your shoulders and hips, out and you feel it make them feel like lead.” Jake tried to move but found he couldn’t move either arms or legs, the limbs completely useless, weighed down as though they were made of stone. “In and it goes to your back, going up your stomach, out and you feel them relax further. In and it goes around your chest, out and you can feel everything below your neck relaxing.” He felt it pulling him down, even. Good thing he was shackled so he wouldn’t be able to just slip out of the chair… “In… it goes up your neck, out… it makes your head heavy. In… it washes over your face… out… it makes your entire body numb…” And Jake could feel it… or rather not feel it, he could only stare forward, breathing in the stale air of the room, breathing out hot breath as he felt compelled to listen further. “In and your tongue dries up, taste going with it… Out and your scent goes away, breathing out any conscious thought… In and your eyes start to dim, the world around you fading as you can only stare into my eyes…Out and your hearing fades, only able to hear me deep within your mind.” Jake sat there, staring blankly at the screen. He swore he saw Mike stepping forward, taking away the screen… but then why was it still there? Why was it still there in front of him? He thought there was something happening outside of his headphones but the voice just kept playing. “Now, we’re going to take a journey into your mind… into your mind and make everything better. Take you down and down, deep into your conscious mind and thoughts to help you integrate into our fraternity better. As you stare into the spiral between my eyes, you feel your body start to travel there, travel deeper and deeper into that spiraling void. You walk towards it, and with each step we work deeper and deeper into your mind. At the count of zero you will be completely in trance and every step that way will make you more and more deeply integrated into your brotherhood. “Five, going down and down, deeper and deeper… “Four, just letting go, letting your mind wander freely as you go down this hall… “Three, deeper and deeper, so relaxed and comfortable… “Two, so deep now, conscious mind drifting away… “One, nearly there, nearly under, subconscious mind accessible… “Zero, completely under, completely in trance…” The next thing that Jake knew he was standing in a spiraling hallway. He had never gone under hypnosis before and the feeling was foreign to him. It was like a lucid dream. Between how fast he was put under and how effectively, it made him feel like he was somewhere between reality and a dream world. All around him blue and black stripes spiraled, both in front of him and behind him. Mike slowly unshackled the pledge, having already removed the monitor from vision. He himself was in a kind of trance but knew what was going on where some of his fellow older brothers did not. Jake was transitioning well, more than willing it seemed to want to experience hypnosis, not everyone could say that. A couple of the initiates had trouble going under. More than likely they wouldn’t be long for the frat although they wouldn’t remember the night’s events. Jake and a couple of the others had taken very well, though, and they would be moved on into the frat if they took the hypnosis very well. Ash and Dillon on either side of him started unbuckling their pledges too and he knew it was time to move on. He tilted Jake back, the chair becoming more like a slab for a mad scientist as opposed to the chair that it was. Mike then opened the legs, spreading the bottom of that chair and the legs attached to it out. Even in his hypnotic stupor he could hear Jake moan as Mike removed Jake’s pants. He unbuttoned that shirt and slid it off of Jake’s arms but allowed it to rest under him. Next came the underwear. Jake wasn’t much to look at, it turned out: the balls were nice and plump but the cock was a little embarrassing. Nothing that a couple of treatments wouldn’t fix. Mike looked up as a thin hose descended from above. He took it and guided it to Jake’s mouth, the smaller man groaning as he blankly stared upward. Smaller for now, at least. “Brothers, fuck!” The voice ordered and Mike felt himself propelled forward. He was already hard, he didn’t need a command for that. Being with his brothers was more than enough to stoke that flame, but being property of the fraternity he couldn’t fuck without permission until he graduated. Then he would become an alumnus brother, a frat daddy as they called them. But for now he was forced to obey. He slid his cock into his pledge. He could see Ash and Dillon do the same while the others stood in front of their pledges. Not everyone would be fucked, they weren’t animals, only the ones who would normally consent were fucked, only those that would not resist joining the frat, and what’s more you couldn’t even apply to the fraternity until you were over eighteen. He felt Jake shiver and moan out, his spiraling eyes staring into the void overhead. Not even he could remember everything from his own induction, he just remembered feeling sore afterward, thinking about how he could glorify his brothers and his fraternity. He grunted as he fucked the younger man, sliding his dick in and out of that tight virgin ring. Mike and Jake had been texting back and forth over the past couple of days. Jake had come out to Mike, something the younger man was too scared to do to his parents, and Mike opened up to Jake. Jake hadn’t known it yet but the induction process had already been underway. Mike liked Jake a lot and as more than just a person; there had been lots of spicy messages between them, ones that Mike couldn’t address with himself due to certain restrictions. Now, however, it was time to let all that out. He let that hole milk his cock, moaning and grunting like a beast as he did. He watched Jake’s cock throb and leak, pouring pre into his slightly out-of-shape belly. Jake just moaned and groaned around the tube, unable to do anything. The first time was probably the worst time as the pledge had to be completely under, unable to get into the act with the top, but regardless Mike pushed on, huffing as his breathing quickened. He could feel sweat dripping down his chest, slowly matting his hair to his chest. Once he had been like Jake. He wanted to make Jake something to be proud of too. That’s when the fluid started to come down. It pumped down the tube slowly, not a lot of it, not enough to choke anyone if it was out of place, but Mike’s was right on. He watched as Jake groaned more, his body slowly puffing up in the stomach with each pulse of the substance before shrinking back down between batches. He stared as Jake’s muscles started to inflate slowly, bulking up. That pudgy stomach flattening with the next dose and abs mounding in it, his chest starting to push forward. Even his shoulders widened out and bulked up with more mass. Jake wouldn’t notice it this time until the session was over. It would take a few more doses to bring him close to Mike’s size, but that’s alright as Jake seemed to have good, receptive genes. Mike pumped his dick in and out harder before taking it long and slow, making Jake’s spiraling eyes drift back into Jake’s head. Arms stretched longer, and so did the legs, the spine grew taller as the shoulders widened. Mike watched with lust as the musculature of the still-shorter man became more defined. He could feel himself getting closer as he held those bulking thighs and felt the ass close around his torturously slow thrusts. He stared at Jake’s face, subtle traces of increased masculinity started to take hold. He watched that jawline become sharper, a beard grow in as fur began to mound on Jake’s chest. He felt that asshole twitch as the muscles deep within the pledge became stronger. Soon it was too much, the twitching of the hole and the sight of another man growing in front of him was too much for Mike. Mike grunted and slammed hard. He roared and came into his pledge as the other brothers participating did the same. They were a unit and so they came together. Those who could not participate just stood there, bound to get their relief with others later. As for Mike he breathed heavily as he dripped sweat, his fluids mingling with his pledge’s. “Brothers, at ease!” The robotic voice came through. Mike felt his knees wanting to give way as that tube retreated into the ceiling above. How long had he been fucking? Had he really been going that hard? Keylan came on the speaker and told each of them to remove the pledge’s headphones, except for the two who weren’t adequate for the frat. The two would not consent and the frat would not force them. Ash, Dillon, and Mike removed the headsets even as their legs shook from weeks worth of edging finally released. They pulled up their new brothers and started to take them up even before Keylan had said to do so. The other two would stay and get brainwashed. As he had thought before, they wouldn’t join so they wouldn’t remember anything. As for the three taking their new brothers away, they had been given the outro beforehand, able to bring them up and into a brand new state of mind. It only seemed to last for a few minutes before he found himself being awakened again. There was a soft cloud under him now, no longer standing in a hallway or on a metal chair. He could feel the world coming back around him, the spiral disappearing as he watched it go up into the sky above his cloud. The cloud became more real, more like a mattress. And why did his ass hurt so good? “Four, waking up gently, easily, coming back to reality.” What had happened? What was going on? “Five, completely awake and alert again.” Jake opened his eyes to find himself on a bed, Mike and he in a bed together, snuggling by the moonlight. Mike’s chest was in his face, the other man’s head over his. Jake couldn’t understand why but he felt tired, exhausted, but also powerful and full of vigor. He looked down at his chest, his arms. What the fuck? He thought as he saw the protruding pecs and his bulging biceps while his hands held onto his big brother’s chest. “Welcome back,” Mike rumbled. “Wh-what…? What happened?” Jake asked, still drowsy from his awakening. “Welcome to the frat, bro.” Mike said, that handsome face grinning in the moonlight.

Antony Starr isn’t a bodybuilder but he manages to be absolutely terrifying...!

For those who enjoyed this one see also THE BOYS on Amazon Prime. Unfortunately, Homelander isn't 7 feet tall and Antony Starr (who plays him) isn't a bodybuilder. Otherwise...

Hmmmmm. LOVE unstoppable, violent muscle god. Will we see him do some fucking, anytime soon?

Preface Arpeejay once suggested, that growth stories hypothetically could be broken down into a minimalist string of suggestive buzzwords, and leave any plot details out. This story doesn't go entirely that far, but I got my inspiration from that remark, so I want to thank you, Arpeejay. Some of my older stories are still unfinished. If any of my readers have misgivings about their completion, please know, that I hope to, by time, finish them. Neither have I forgotten my promises to some of you: The stories dedicated to you are in the pipeline, but everyday life takes a lot of time. Becoming It was dark when you woke up. Surrounded by utter darkness, you had no idea about the place. Something tight, yet soft and malleable, surrounded you, encapsulating you, like a cocoon. It was hard to remember your own name, and you couldn't remember how you had got there. Your sedated mind clawed in the direction of consciousness, trying to find the words, and then, dimly, you began to realise, that THEY must had taken you captive. You shuddered. No one knew, what happened, when THEY took captives. The missing ones just... disappeared. Who knew, what THEY would do to those, who didn't avoid them or fled? Who knew which unspeakable fate awaited you in this unknown place? Your heart rate began to increase, and fear stirred in your gut. Compared to THEM you felt so weak, and, in your defenceless situation, you felt a raw and naked vulnerability. Your heart continued to beat rapidly, and fear didn't wane entirely, but something else stirred in your belly, and the feeling spread to your loins. The cocoon pressed itself against your bum, and a pleasant pressure was building in your chest. A wave of pleasure spread through your entire body. Then another one. Your hair tingled on your head, and you became aware of, that you now had a very short buzzcut. "Like them", you thought, and fear began to rise again, but another wave of pleasure took the brunt of the dawning terror. The hair on your forearms tingled. A wave of delightful heat rippled through your body, making you relax from your alerted sense of danger, filling you with serene calm... and something else. Power. You swallowed. Something similar to the soreness after lifting heavy things was spreading in your arms and your chest. A pain, but a good sort of pain. The soreness spread to your back, your bum, your belly and your legs, causing a heightened awareness of your physical presence. You were now fully present in the full extension of your body, and acutely aware of every muscle fibre of your's. Another wave of pleasant heat. Your dick awakened. You moaned. A feeling similar to muscle pump spread in your back and chest, your shoulders and arms. The fear was still striking alarm, silently screaming to your reason, that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. You were becoming one of THEM! By which undreamed means it was happening, you couldn't know, nor could you guess THEIR motivation to let you undergo this becoming, but, with growing certainty, you realised, that this was the true nature of the brutal process taking place. For a short moment, you panicked, and your reason was screaming silent words of terror: "No! Not THEM! Not like THEM! I'm an ordinary man. I am myself, not someone else. I didn't ask for this. I abhor this, this..." Your reason rapidly lacked any suitable words, and you realised, that your mental protests gradually lacked conviction. Your body was swiftly becoming less and less your own, and more and more a specimen of THEM, but your reason was loosing the struggle: There was nothing to stop the procedure now, and a newly awakened part of your mind eagerly embraced the becoming. Perhaps, that part of your mind had existed all the time, but slumbered, dormant? It was now awake. Your gut hardened, tightened, and, at a burning, but not exclusively painful, sensation you could feel six perfectly shaped abs become visible. Under them, the sensitive area between the navel and the root of your dick turned into a pair of muscular shields, and an Adonis' belt formed at each side. A wave of pleasure rippled through you again: A wave of empowerment. Your abs grew, and the ravines between them became deeper. The fabric of the cocoon pressed itself against your widening and hardening back, and made you aware of how defined and powerful your Y-shaped back was becoming. Power. You could feel the strength of your legs increase. Quads and hamstrings grew into a size you couldn't have imagined, and your calves turned into an insane size and shape. Brawn. Strength. Power. You moaned again, and your muscle mass convulsed. It felt good. Convulsed. Tensed. Flexed. So big and hard. Look at you! Look at this brutish bruiser! No one would dare to oppose you! You were becoming one of THEM! Fuck, yeah: One of THEM, and THEY will be proud of having someone like you as part of them. The feeling of your veins crawling over your biceps. Over your pecs. Over your legs. The feeling of the visible striation of muscle fibres of your pecs. Of your glutes. You moaned again. Your voice was deeper now. You swallowed. It felt so perfect. It couldn't become better, could it? So heavy. So present. The ability to lift. The ability to crush. The ability to force. So heavy. So powerful. It was then the becoming intensified. Wave after wave of increasing power rippled through every atom of your powerfully built body. The jugular vein of your bull neck pulsated, and your traps became like a ridge of granite. You could feel how you were growing taller, and how your shoulders grew wider and wider apart. Your muscle mass was increasing even faster, turning you into a titan of massive brawn. The process was running its course uncontrollably and unstoppably, but you had no reason to control or stop it. No, no reason at all. Testosterone filled your veins, your sweat. Molten steel ran in your bloodstream and was building up in your nuts. You roared in uncontrolled masculine ecstacy, while your muscle fibres excelled in hyperplasia and hypertrophy, your brain and your mind drowning in male hormones. Most women would probably have found your level of muscularity disgustingly exaggerated now, but if anyone would have told you, you would have shrugged it off: You revelled in your strength and stature, not for the sake of appealing to women, but in order to show your male brothers your POWER. Your own weight, the unyielding hardness of your flesh and the overwhelming intensity of the becoming filled your mind, when the process reached its maximum. You ripped the cocoon apart and began to cum at the same time, revealing your sweat-soaked and tanned physique to the watching crowds of THEM, who were watching you approvingly, giving you well-deserved admiring looks. With a roar, and flexing the deadly weapons, which were your newfound muscles, you asserted yourself in your new pack.