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  1. UGH! sorry I disappeared. Just finished college and moved to another city. Also like, life happens. But my buddy @Zhucommissioned this! It's a story about muscles! and mountain men! and massive growth! y'all enjoy! Fall wrapped his massive arms around the boulder, rocked it back, onto his chest, and powered himself up to a full standing position with a mighty roar. The other men hooted and hollered, pounding their chests and flexing their muscles. “POWER THROUGH!” Zhu barked, pumping his fist into the air. The great blue beast, though the smallest of them, was powerfully built. Fall had never seen someone fly through weight classes so fast. In no time at all, he’d be the biggest freak of them all. Fall growled as he hefted the giant rock to his shoulder. He huffed and puffed as he adjusted his stance and pulled a rough paw back against it. When he was properly set, the other brutes’ screams grew louder in anticipation. And then he thrust it forward, hurling the rock with all his might, watching it soar through the air, clear across the picturesque lake. There was a loud, incredibly satisfying POW! as the boulder crashed into another on the opposite side of the rocky shore. Both stones split into smithereens. The mountain-man flexed a tremendous most-muscular and howled like a wild animal, locking eyes with Fjoll, his cousin. The mountain man stormed off, clapping Zhu on the back and nearly knocking him over. His massive cock was hard as a stone and longer than Zhu’s beefy arm. Zhu caught it with both hands and held Fall there, grinning, flashing his short bottom tusks. His shaft flexed so hard it was almost painful. Huge veins pulsed under his sweaty, soiled tights, like a second skin; he shuddered as Zhu ran his calloused mitts over the pulsing shaft. A deep, guttural sound escaped his lips. The heavy charm in his beard bounced against the great shelf of his bare, immensely hairy pecs. Every muscle in his body flushed red, musk oozing from his every pore. Then his knees buckled, but he quickly regained his footing and tore his cock from the beast’s grasp. “YOUR FUCKIN TURN, BRUTE!” He snarled furiously as he staggered away. Zhu strut over to the next stone he’d chosen, and as he set up, he grinned. Just on the edge of his vision, he saw Fall walking back and forth, panting loudly as he fought with the belt at his waist and the crotch of his dark green tights. There was a sudden jerk, and the muscles in his back twitched, and then he chuckled triumphantly. He turned around, and his now bare cock came sliding out from the hole he’d torn in his crotch. “Where is Mute?” He asked, pushing each of his balls through the hole, one after the other. They flopped onto his massive thighs, his pubes so thick they covered every inch of skin, reeking like a man in heat. “Probably playing with Johannes again.” Fjoll sighed as he stretched. At a glance, one might have thought they were twins. However, Fjoll was as dark as Fall was light. Fjoll was a perfectly proportioned giant, nearing eight feet tall, with perfect posture whereas Fall was all mass, thick and huge, almost hunched over from his own immensity. He filled out every last inch of his black tights, his balls reaching his knees in their custom pouch whereas Fall’s were just a bit shorter. His beard was a bit longer than Fall’s, darker, almost salt-and-pepper. Rather than a single, bulky charm at the base of his beard, Fjoll had two smaller, carved beads at either end of his thick mustache, and another just beneath his chin. His deep, dark eyes met Fall’s, his calmness countering his cousin’s pumped intensity. Fall stroked his beard, thinking. His hand absent-mindedly squeezed his angry hard-on. Fjoll smirked. They always seemed nervous to Zhu, whenever they lifted outside like this. He never knew why, they were never very forthcoming when pressed for answers. “Oh, just a little out of it today.” They would say. “Oh, the woods can just be creepy sometimes.” Was another one. Zhu had given up on the subject, but every now and then, when he came to visit, he caught them brooding as they stared off into the tree-line. It had never made sense to Zhu why they would be so creeped out by the woods, especially when they’ve lived deep in the middle of a huge reserve as long as he had known them. They said they moved out here so they could “be as huge as possible.” Then, one day they took in a lost and lonely young man named Johannes and poured all their energy into growing him as well. Being the mountain men, they were, they constructed a huge house all by hand and soon they had constructed another just for Johannes when he had outgrown what little space they could offer. From there, when Zhu returned to see his old friends after quite some time, Johannes was hardly recognizable. The young man had been slim and trim and a little scruffy when they had first met and each time they met, he looked more and more like his beastly patrons. After his most recent visit, he had outgrown the cousins and barely resembled the man he used to be. Now he hardly human, but he seemed happy and he was Fall and Fjoll’s pride and joy. Then came Mute, Fall’s long time, long distance boyfriend who finally took the leap and abandoned his life in the city to be with his mate. Fall pumped him and worked him, and grew his little man twice as fast as he had with Johannes, and together they had created their own little crew of mega meatheads way out in the mountains. “There’s my Mute!” Fall said, excitedly. He stomped toward the shambling figure stomping toward them. Mute had all the mass of Fall and Fjoll, with arms as big around as the average man’s waist and legs as wide as car tires, but he was sickeningly shredded. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man as he waddled down the path, practically naked save for a very improvised pouch he wrapped around the largest pair of balls any of them had ever seen. He actually had to drag them behind himself, which would have been quite difficult if not for the pouch which protected them from sharp debris. With each step, his quads rippled and shook, billowing with the impact of his extremely wide boots against the gravel. His short, reddish beard was brilliant in the noon sun, his bright blue eyes sparkled as he saw his new family lifting stones. A massive, semi-hard, leg-sized cock bobbed and swayed in front of him. Fall’s huge hand palmed the back of his head as he pulled the ginger hulk into a kiss. “Morning, stud.” He grinned. Mute smiled and ran a hand over his hairy pecs. He bit his lip, teasingly, and kissed him again. Both their cocks swelled to life and they playfully bat them against each other. “No sword fighting!” Zhu said. “Let them duel it out.” Fjoll said, putting his foot on top of the stone he’d chosen. “That is what the forest is for.” Fall purred in Mute’s ear. The woods were loud with the deep grunts and mighty roars of the two giants’ raucous fucking. They crashed through the trees, crushed stones with their bare hands, plowed each other into the earth, leaving craters. Fall’s beard bristled as he snarled, his eyes bulging, his massive cock thrusting in and out of his quiet hulk of a lover’s meaty ass. He actually used Mute’s obscene balls to support himself as he pinned the man to the ground. Mute was the quiet sort, shy and rather timid at times, but when they fucked, he howled like a wild animal. Fall bit into the meat of his traps as he plowed into him. “You fucking brute. You fucking hulk! I’m going to tear your ass open and fill you til you burst!” Fall snarled. “Oooh FUCK!” Neither of them noticed the figure prowling in the shadows, circling them, watching, waiting. When he had a window, he quickly and quietly slunk through it. Their backs were so broad, so hairy, so tough they hardly felt a thing. The smell of them was almost too much. Rohr was fast, faster than those brutes could ever be despite being as massive as they were. They hardly noticed as he buried his face in Fall’s taint, lolling his tongue over his balls, inhaling the ripe scent of his manhood. Fall simply moaned and fucked Mute harder. Rohr lost himself, but he didn’t care anymore. He would let it happen. He turned his attention to Mute’s sack, and dragged his wide tongue over the soft, hairy skin. Fall’s cock was so hard, he didn’t notice it was steadily growing. It throbbed painfully, every vein in his shaft bulging as if they were about to burst. When he began to notice it felt tighter, huger, he just thrust harder. He didn’t notice his muscles crowding in around his head, or the bones and muscles in his head growing larger and heavier. It was the most glorious pump he’d ever felt in his life. His movement slowed and became clumsy. He adjusted his stance wider to accommodate more growth, but his leg muscles were still pressed firmly together. Something pressed into his ass. Mute’s balls were so huge, sometimes he forgot and then they would some spilling into his lap or Mute would get careless and knock a piece of furniture over and their huge reality would come crashing back. Fall tried to reach back to cop a feel of those globes, but found he was too huge and pumped for such movement. Besides, his head was starting to feel funny. Then he came. Fall erupted into Mute’s ass, his entire body shuddered and quaked. “GRAAAAH!” They bellowed as Mute’s tight stomach bulged with gallons of cum. Mute lay there, sprawled out, his massive pecs heaving as Fall rolled over beside him. “So fucking good.” Fall chuckled as he rubbed his massive foot against Mute’s leg. That was all he could manage. He had never cum so hard in his life. He tried to look over at him, but something was off. It was actually difficult to turn his head, and when he did, he saw much more of his flesh than he was used to. His pecs and delts were so huge, when he looked down or sideways, he could hardly see anything except his own great, hairy mass. He tried to sit up but bending at the waist was hard. “What…” “Oh, more.” Mute moaned. “Don’t stop!” “I’m…I’m not doing anything.” Fall said. “What?” Mute looked down but could see even less. In fact, he was having a hard time bending his arms at all. Someone was blowing him, but apparently it wasn’t Fall. “Who is tha-oh!” His cock was growing. Soon, it was towering over him. Something small and blue and hairy was clinging to his shaft, lathering the head with a long tongue. Before he could get a good look, his cock erupted. Mute shuddered, and moaned, and screamed as his entirely body tensed and went limp. Cum spilled all over them in hot globs. He lost track of time as he gushed endlessly. When it was over, something was clamped to his nipples and sucking so hard he felt them stretch and stretch until the mouth that was stretching them pulled away to move to the other. The huge tube of flesh flopped against his body, hot and wet and slimy with saliva. Mute groped for it as the other was pulled to an equally incredibly length. “What’s happening?!” He cried as Fall rocked and swayed, trying to gain momentum to throw himself up. When he finally did, a handsome, bearded face with little orc tusks was right in front of his. Strong hands grabbed his head, and he clamped his lips to Fall’s He kissed and slobbered all over his face, but real panic didn’t set in until this stranger began to suck on his eye. Fall flailed and tried to grab the little orc but found he could no longer bring his hands together he had become so immense. And then his eye bulged out of its socket, and then it stretched and stretched and stretched until it was as long as Mute’s giant nipples. Vertigo set in as Fall’s vision changed. He lifted his eyestalk and rotated it around. The other tried to follow, but it was still in his skull where it should be. It was so confusing and disorienting, he could only splutter and whimper as he tried to understand what was happening. Then the orc moved to the other eye, and he screamed as it stretched to meet the other. Fjoll awoke irritated by the loud ringing of his phone. If this wasn’t an emergency, Fall and his boytoy would have some serious trouble. Zhu stirred beside him, and rolled over, groaning. Dohn, the scrawny blue mouse that Zhu had brought along with him was lodged snuggly between Fjoll’s tremendous thighs, his face burrowed in his warm, hairy sack. He pulled him off as if he were as light as a feather, trying to be delicate, but the little guy sat up the second he climbed up from the bed. “Come back, big guy.” He yawned, reaching for him. “One moment.” Fjoll gently swatted his hand and stomped toward his phone where it sat charging. Somehow, he already knew it was Fall who was calling. “This better be good.” The other line was full of groans and whimpers, deep grunts and lots of cursing. “Fall? What is wrong?” Fjoll asked sternly. “H-help…He’s back.” Fjoll’s heart sank. “What do you mean? Where are you? Are you alright?” “He…attacked us…can’t move…come help…” “I’m coming, stay where you are!” Johannes sighed when he saw big Fall lumbering through as big as a house. So he’s back, is he? He heaved himself to his giant feet, his toes digging into the meat of his footpads. They hadn’t touched the ground in years. The vampire orc had grown the pads of his feet into three long appendages that he could manipulate almost like fingers. They were strong enough that he could carry his entire body on them, and he’d become skilled enough to be able to hold small items with them. His massive shoulders brushed either side of the double-wide doors of the barn the cousins had built for him. When he saw them, he froze. Something was wrong. What the hell had happened to Fall’s eyes? To his body? He barely looked human! Fall came spilling out of the trailer Fjoll had hitched to his truck. He was easily three times as big as Johannes was now, and Johannes had thought himself the biggest freak in the world. His pecs made it nearly impossible to see anything directly in front of him, even big Mute could sneak up on him since he also couldn’t turn his head hardly at all thanks to his massive trap muscles which towered of his head. Johannes’ beard put the cousins to shame, but beneath it was a jawline wider than his own head. His gigantic, cleft chin often rested solidly against his thick pecs, making it so he had to really lift his head up to speak properly. Without his footpads, his cock would drag on the ground, instead it sat firmly against his giant feet as he crawled forward. And yet even with these monstrous proportions, Fall had him beat. The first thing anyone noticed were his eyes. Whatever Rohr had done to him had stretched his eyes into stalks that were several feet long that could move independently of one another. He still wasn’t used to this, and so tried his best to keep them pointed forward whilst he stumbled around, trying to make sense of things. His face was barely recognizable as the entire bottom of his face jutted out several feet in front of him. His beard had merged seamlessly with the dark bush that was his chest hair now, completely covering a pair of pectits that were starting to sag they were so thick and full. Then he tripped over his own nipples, great fleshy masses. If Johannes had not been there to catch him, there’s no telling what might have happened. Fall’s terrified voice rumbled deeply in his chest as his freakish friend struggled to bear his weight. “Thanksh.” Fall slurred. “Augh…muh…I can’t…” “You’ll get used to it.” Johannes said kindly, patting his thick lips with one hand. “Muh eyesh.” He whined. “You’re a monster!” Johannes said, a mix of amazement and horror. “It happened again.” He said, somberly. “I have to go get Mute as well.” Fjoll grunted as he helped Fall along. The pads of his feet were the same as Johannes. He couldn’t help but feel a little stoked to show his friend the ropes of their new state. “Johannes!” Fall growled. “Look what he did to me!” Johannes embraced him as best he could and felt the incredible strength of his friend’s new body. He couldn’t help it. He got hard just by the sight of him. His cock slid between his massive pecs, and he nearly lost his wits as it pulsated like a needy beast. Fall and Fjoll both got hard as well, Fjoll actually able to somewhat hide his by hurriedly turning around to get back in the truck. Fall had no such luck, and the great pillar that was his cock slid from the many tendrils and tubes of his body, huge and veiny and angry. He smacked huge lips hungrily and tugged at the massive, dangling nipples that reached his knees as they clapped together. Johannes hardly resisted as lust overcame him. Fall reeked of musk and power; he was covered in hair and sweat. Lips and a long tongue completely engulfed his cock and lifted him up so he could inhale his gargantuan balls as well. Fjoll pulled the truck over a little way down the road, nearly tore the button off his pants he was in such a hurry and jacked himself off furiously. When he came close to, he clamped his lips over his cock and guzzled it all down to avoid having to clean up after. He leaned back, panting, feeling his chest rise and fall. He loved the feeling of his calloused mitts running over his hairy pecs. He caught himself in the mirror and was amazed at the mountain man he had become over the years. If their fears were correct, this could mean trouble. They needed to get this under control fast. When he recomposed himself and got back to Mute, Zhu, and Dohn, they were smiling. Mute seemed to have been experimenting with his body and was walking with his foot pads with relative ease. “This is incredible!” Zhu said, feeling Mute’s muscles. “Mute said something about a vampire?” “Of sorts.” Fjoll said, not wasting any time opening the back of the trailer. “Alright, in you go.” They worked together to guide Mute to the trailer. Zhu and Dohn both took a hand while Fjoll, the biggest and tallest, held his pecs. Mute was dizzy as he felt how massive he now was. “His name is Rohr.” Mute said. The quiet giant had to really scrunch himself up to keep from spilling over the sides or falling over. He was so much heavier than Fall, Fjoll wondered if perhaps it would have been a better idea to move him first. Zhu pat his massive quad as Fjoll busied himself strapping the brute in, just in case. “Rohr is a vampire orc, an ancient creature that got lost from his people and has since gone wild. He is drawn to musk and masculine energy, which he feeds on and pumps men to massive proportions. Over the years, he has gotten more…creative. Johannes was one of his victims years ago, but after that he went dormant. It seems he is back.” “Is there anything we can do?” Dohn asked. “We as in myself and Fall certainly can, but you and Zhu must go home immediately.” “We can’t leave you guys like this!” Zhu argued. “I cannot risk you becoming like them.” Fjoll said sternly. “Wouldn’t mind that.” Zhu mumbled. Mute nudged him and grinned. “If you want to so bad, then by all means.” Fjoll huffed. “But do not come crying to me when you find yourself immobilized by your own muscles in the middle of the woods.” “Oh, we’d find our way back to you.” Dohn teased him, pressing his little frame against the giant’s powerful body. He smiled at the stirring he felt in the man’s pants. “Fine.” Was all they got. “So where are you gonna keep these guys?” Zhu asked. “Oh, Johannes will have to move into the house for a while until we can build another cabin. They may even want to share a place, since they cannot move very much.” “I wouldn’t mind staring at one of these hunks all day.” Zhu chuckled and pat him again, watching his muscles shake. Dohn nervously felt up the thick flesh of his footpads. Mute flexed them and tried to grip his arm playfully. “If you’d like, you are certainly welcome to stay and help. We could use some extra hands until they get used to their new forms.” Fjoll said, standing up to his full height now. “New forms as in…they’re stuck like this?” Dohn asked. “We do not know how to change them back. We know of the beast that did this to him, all we can do is hope we can one day catch him.” Mute moaned as he felt up his massive nipples. He gripped the tip of one with a meaty paw and squeezed it, feeling its thickness, and then passed it up to his bicep, which he used to push up, into his maw. The sounds of his sucking and happy coos were almost more than little Dohn could handle. Zhu said nothing but smiled to himself at the thought of his little buddy being so turned on by this. They all climbed into the truck. Dohn in the middle, bouncing back and forth between the brawny shoulders of Zhu and Fjoll. Fall was still outside when they got back, clumsily trying to pick up small things with his tube-like muscles. He seemed to have gotten the hang of his eyestalks and panned one around to watch their arrival while keeping the other trained on the rusty old dumbbell he was passing from one bicep to the other. It took him a while to turn his huge body around, but he had Johannes to help him. It took all their efforts to get Mute back on his feet. “Not to worry.” Fall said. “We’ll be masters of our bodies in no time.” Him and Mute pushed and shoved at each other, getting horned up in front of them. The smell of their sweaty bodies was so intense, all of them started to get hard. Fjoll and Zhu were able to clear their heads enough to walk the guys inside and get them settled in their new home for now. “Ah, yes, Johannes, this is Dohn.” Fjoll pat the little mouse on the back. “We have been so distracted, you two have not met.” Dohn was completely dumbstruck. He didn’t know where to look as the giant shuffled awkwardly toward him and extended the hugest, thickest, hairiest paw of a hand he had ever seen. The man could barely close his fingers around Dohn’s own slender wrist. His hands felt hard as rocks, ungodly powerful and calloused from years of lifting and working. He smiled down at the little guy; his face hidden by a forest of hair. “You’re huge.” He said, breathlessly. That made Johannes laugh. He started shifting his big body, it took a while for Dohn to realize he was flexing his arm. His biceps were the size of a fully-grown man curled into a ball. He looked back at his face and noticed that even his forehead stood taller as the meat around his skull was thick and swollen. Veins bulged noticeably even through his hair. Then he caught his smell. It was a deep, outdoorsy stench, like a man that had been working outside all day, like cut grass and sweat and it was so strong. He noticed long, hairy appendages extending from his pits and around the base of his cock. They were huge columns of hair that reeked of musk. “I may need some help getting acclimated to the living room. Would you mind?” He asked. “Nuh-no problem, sir.” Dohn stuttered. Johannes grinned, flashing a set of sharp, beastly canines. “Perhaps later you might like to explore all this mass.” “Oh…” Dohn clutched his scrawny chest, flustered. He took one of the masses of hair and used it to walk the giant into the house. Luckily, the doors were extremely wide given the giants that lived here, Johannes didn’t have any issue getting inside. “I think I will need to stay in the living room.” He said, lumbering over to the oversized couch. Dohn helped guide him in leaning backward to sit down, reveling in the opportunity to run his hands over more of his gargantuan frame. “I’ll need your help when I go to sleep.” He said. “I’m still learning how to control this body of mine.” “Oh, I don’t mind helping at all, sir.” Dohn said, feeling his long nipple, setting it in his lap. “Help me get my underwear off, they’re so tight.” Dohn gulped. He had on underwear? There was so much to look at, and he was so hairy, Dohn had hardly noticed. He cautiously reached for his waist, and sure enough, hooked the elastic around his finger. He pulled and tugged, careful not to pull any hair or pinch his skin, though he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to feel it. He couldn’t call his legs the most massive pair he’d ever seen since discovering Fall and Mute in their new state, but the sheer size and feel of them was more than Dohn could handle. The seams of his briefs popped as he shimmied them down the widest sweep of his quads, but they held. They fell over his knees easily enough, but his calves presented a second challenge only slightly easier. They were like huge medicine balls resting on his ankles, but he got them over in good time before awkwardly pulling them over his foot pads. When he was free, Johannes spread his legs as far as he could, and sighed, spreading his arms over the back of the couch. The rank stench of his pits and groin was intoxicating. Dohn rubbed his crotch as he inhaled before coming to his senses and blushing. He looked down at the soiled briefs in his hands. If the handsome behemoth weren’t sitting right in front of him, he’d smother himself with them right there. “Smell something you like, boy?” Johannes asked. Dohn looked down. “Uh…” “It’s okay.” He said with a smile. “I like it too. Come here.” He reached for Dohn with his pads and pulled him close. Dohn thought he must be dreaming as muscles piled on top of muscles enveloped him in a sweaty embrace. Johannes held the back of his head and shoved his face into the mass of armpit hair. “Take a whiff, little guy.” Dohn moaned. He clung to the man’s chest and huffed his scent before dreamily sliding down to the floor. From there, he slid his head between the man’s legs and shoved his muzzle between his inner thigh and his cock. Johannes purred, and pat him on the head. “Dohn!” Came a familiar voice. The blue mouse shot upright, and looked around, mortified. Zhu and Fjoll were both standing there looking slightly irritated. “We could use your help.” Said Fjoll. “He is helping me.” Said Johannes. “I can see that.” Zhu laughed, patting Dohn on the back. “But maybe save that for later? Fjoll has some chores he needs done.” Dohn slouched, still embarrassed and nods at the smiling beast. Dohn hefted another load into the washing machine. He pulled out a soggy jockstrap, what little remained of Fall and Mute’s transformations on top of the clothes the guys had been wearing during their workouts. It reeked of sweat. The smell was overpowering. He couldn’t resist. Dohn pressed it to his nose and huffed a deep breath. He rolled his eyes, getting hard. He looked around, made sure no one was around, and tied it over his muzzle. Then he slipped a pair of Fall’s socks over his arms and another pair over his legs. They were so long they reached his hips and shoulders. His huge calves had stretched them out a bit, so for a moment they hung loosely. Then they compressed to his shape, or so Dohn thought. The little mouse went back to the laundry and started filling up the washing machine again, not noticing his slowly growing body until he started gaining serious size. By then, he had started the cycle and was about to take the socks off before anyone came by. He stopped. He had biceps…he’d never really had any kind of muscle definition before, but this was muscle! This was bodybuilder size mass he had on his arms as he turned them over and around, flexing them, feeling how big and powerful they were. He felt his chest, and looked down to see two huge, round pecs that twitched almost of their own accord. He gasped and saw his tight abs ripple. Then, suddenly, he felt his chin bump into those pecs. The jock was becoming tight, his face swelling inside, pulling the knot in the elastic he had tied even tighter. He couldn’t get it off. Dohn started to panic. He screamed. Zhu was jacking off when he heard it, overwhelmed by the memories of what Rohr had done to his friends. He felt a little bad for them, since this had happened so suddenly, but they were in good spirits. But then he heard Dohn scream, and immediately leapt into action. “What happened?” He asked, rushing into the living room completely and hard as a rock, his thick cock bouncing furiously. Fjoll came out, paused at the sight of Zhu nude and erect, but he kept his composure. “Is he near?” Fjoll was all business. In his big hand was a hunting rifle. Johannes looked worried. “No! No, I uh…” Dohn said as he waddled out from the laundry room. His voice was muffled by the jock stretched over his face. The socks were starting to split at the arms and his upper thighs. He could barely move. They gawked as he crab walked sideways to pass through the door. “Are those Mute’s socks?” Fjoll asked. “Oh…uh.” Dohn stammered. Zhu tugged at the jockstrap around his face. “Did you do this?” he asked. “I couldn’t help myself!” He spluttered. “I like underwear, but this was different. OH!” He moaned as the jock finally split, revealing the huge brick of a chin he now had. His fat lips came spilling out. He smacked them, tried to feel them but he could barely bend his arms. When he finally managed, huge holes burst open in his socks. “Pheromones?” Johannes rubbed one of his nipples as he stood up. “Perhaps our musk was too powerful for him to resist.” “You certainly primed him earlier.” Fjoll said, snarkily. Zhu pressed the sock to Dohn’s muzzle and held it there. Almost instantly, his face began to expand again. The shape of his heavy lips pressed against the material as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His heavy cock stood at full attention, and then Zhu slipped another one over it to watch it swell several feet long as his friend moaned. “Looks like we might be moving in.” said Zhu as he swatted Dohn’s groping hands away from his cock. “The more the merrier.” Fjoll shrugged, sounding exasperated. “This gives me an idea.” Zhu said. “Come on!” Zhu barked. “Move those muscles!” The evening air was thick with the smell of musk and sweat as the brutes worked their freakish bodies. Oddly enough, despite being the smallest of the brutes, it was Dohn who had the hardest time. His muscles made him into a thick block with almost no range of motion whatsoever. His thick, heavy cock was not as dexterous as Fall’s or Johannes’ who had quickly adapted theirs to become almost fully prehensile. They could lift logs and boards, rocks, and even people. Zhu couldn’t stop laughing when Fall snaked his shaft around his waist and lifted him up, into the air. Then he passed him off to the massive columns that were his nipples and cradled him like a baby. Despite the difficulty of actually bending his arms and legs, Mute had quickly realized he was still fully mobile, if not more so than the average person because he could propel himself with the new shapes his muscles have taken. The tops of his feet were so long he could reach up and catch a branch, as long as it was strong enough to bear his immense weight. Then he was able to swing himself along or snag another branch with the tubes of flesh that were each of his individual muscle group. The only problem was that it was hard to make out where Mute really was amidst his many bulging tendrils and tubes of muscles. “Come on, guys! Work!” Zhu cheered them on. Fall and Johannes challenged each other to a race, galloping on their foot pads down to the lake. Fjoll and Zhu followed, making Dohn do lunges with huge weights strapped to his back. They had a feeling the weights themselves weren’t really doing much, but at least they were something. If anything, it was more the sheer effort of moving so much that had Dohn completely covered in sweat, wheezing as if he were about to die. “Keep going.” Fjoll barked at him. “All the way down.” Dohn couldn’t really perform a full lunge, but what little he could do was acceptable given the great effort he seemed to be exerting. Zhu and Fjoll kept their eyes peeled on the forest. Mute swung from tree to tree after his friends, hooting like a beast. He could move so fast like that, the only think they really noticed were the massive balls that swung behind him. “All this musk should bring him running.” Said Zhu. “Rohr is a cunning beast. He will strike when he sees a window of opportunity.” Said Fjoll, stroking his beard, nervously. “I think I’m gonna throw up!” Dohn heaved. “Keep going or I’ll climb on top.” Zhu threatened. “Keep going or I will climb on top.” Fjoll threatened as well. Dohn whined and kept on. “Guys!” Dohn called for them He looked confused. “I-I think something is wrong.” That was when they saw him. He wasn’t particularly tall or massive by their standards, but he was fit and strong looking. He was sprawled across Dohn’s front, just under his pecs where he couldn’t see, sucking on his nipple, pulling it out, making it long and huge. The vampire pulled it out of his mouth with a satisfied smack. Then he moved to the other. Dohn rolled his eyes and moaned, rocking on his feet as his muscles began to expand rapidly. Soon his nipples were longer than Fall’s. Rohr climbed up his pecs and planted a wet kiss on the mouse’s lips, instantly they exploded to massive proportions, practically hanging off his chin as he slurped back drool. He sucked the tip of his nose, and it shot forward so far Pinocchio would be jealous. He licked all over his forehead and up his head. His face exploded in a surge of muscle. His already heavy chin and jawline shot outward and thickened until it he nearly lost balance. Luckily, his muscles quickly caught up but he became so top heavy he fell backward, onto his steadily blooming ass. Dohn let out a deep, garbled scream as his head from the brow up shot upward in a massive pillar of veiny muscles. He widened his eyes in shock, and then they widened even farther until they were practically bulging out of his head. “AAAAUGH!” He howled as his eyes elongated into stalks, pulling out of their sockets like a deranged cartoon. They rushed him, but Rohr was too fast. He slunk down Dohn’s arm, opposite them, and sucked furiously on his fingers before dashing away. Dohn rotated his eye stalks and studied the damage. His fingers were long, hideous things that twisted around each other. “Wash he djoing choo me?!” He slurred, unused to his new mouth. Zhu got to him just as he began to fall over, and he was practically smothered by a forest of smelly armpit hair. Fall lumbered over and rolled the still growing mouse over, freeing their friend. Zhu felt strange as his body tensed and began to grow. It was slight, but he flexed his strong hands was amazed at the newfound power flowing through him. He chuckled and hardly noticed as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist. Then they tightened their grip, and he felt something kissing and sucking on his backside. Even before, he could never really reach his back, and as it began to rapidly expand, it became harder and harder to reach his waist. “He’s on me! He’s on me!” Zhu cried as he twisted and turned. It felt like he was giving Mute a piggyback ride as the vampire orc crawled around the swelling muscles, licking each group, sharp teeth gently passing over his tough skin. Soon Zhu had each part of his back muscles pulled so long they became short stumps that he could move individually. Before they grew too long, however, Fjoll came charging at him with his axe. “Stand still!” Rohr swung around to Zhu’s front, smiled wickedly at him, and began to suck on his horns. Amazingly, they began to grow and grow as Zhu panicked and tried to force the orc off him. “Hold him, Zhu!” Fall bellowed as he rushed toward him as fast as his huge body would allow. Then he felt an immense weight push him from behind. Then Fall was on them, and slammed his body into them, pinning them between himself and Mute’s massive body. Zhu laughed triumphantly as they had him pinned before he began to notice a sucking sensation on his neck. Only a few months later, and Rohr was free again, but this time, they had let him go. It hadn’t been easy, but after they had tied him up and given him time to calm down, they found him to be less of a beast than they originally thought. In fact, he was quite intelligent and very charming. He had simply been alone for so long, that he had given up on himself, on ever finding others like him, and thus had foregone the creeds and codes of his people. Finally captured, he had been forced to meet his victims, and they pitied him. They saw real remorse in his eyes, and he resolutely decided that he would do whatever he could to do right by them. And so he did. There was nothing they could to do reverse the changes, though after a while the guys started to enjoy their new forms. They had always had a passion for growth and strength, in freakish size and unnatural body proportions. Now they were the ultimate example of that state. Surrounded by so many happy, engorged faces, Johannes began envying the others. That said, he felt it would be better to work his muscles the old-fashioned way, well…as close to old fashioned as he could. He sure had plenty of space. The cousins were able to build him a forge as he worked on the dexterity of his hand pads. When he was ready, he was like a machine. “I’m so strong, I have so much energy, I can go for hours.” He said proudly, prowling along with the long, tough pads of his feet, hardly moving his legs at all. Soon they had become so muscular, even the muscles on top of his feet began to bulge and stack until they could move on their own as well. Fall and Fjoll’s house quickly became its own compound as the brutes all worked together to erect houses for each of them. Rohr showed them their pecs could be milked, and Johannes leapt at the opportunity to construct a series of pumps custom made to each freak’s nipples. They could lay there for hours on end, pumping themselves, filling huge vats which went back into them to fuel further growth. When they weren’t being pumped, they stretched massive socks and tight underwear over their bodies, allowing their sweat to soak through them. Then, when they were in the mood, they could dig through the filthy pile and stretch the huge garments over their bodies and grow their parts as much as they wanted. They were able to get back at Rohr this way. They pinned him down and stretched socks over every muscle group until the orc was a writhing mass of prehensile muscles. He took it all in stride and adapted quickly. He could even use his hair like huge ropes, and snag branches to swing himself along. The guys didn’t mind at all, as long as he kept his urges under control. But then, one a particularly hot and sunny day, Rohr was out exploring, and he came across a handsome couple out on a hike. One was a big lion, the other a slender little labrador. They paused to catch their breath in the shade, and that kinky little lab pulled down his boyfriend’s tight, worn shorts down to make him roar. He flared his huge fangs and bellowed like a wild beast. His smell alone made it easy to find them. Rohr figured the mountain brutes wouldn’t mind some new faces every now and then. There would be consequences, but he certainly didn’t mind.
  2. Uuuuugh! More will come, life happened, also I forgot my login info but hopefully this is a sign that I'll get back on this horse!
  3. Drying him off was a favorite pastime of mine. Tommy tried to help as much as he could, but he wound up just getting in the way, our thick paws constantly running into each other until it got frustrating. “Just…let me!” I snapped, running a towel all over one of his pecs. He smelled so good after his showers, and he was so hard and huge and hairy I couldn’t help but pull his head down for another kiss. That made him smile. Then he jabbed one of his sausage fingers into my sides, making me jump out of my skin. His husky chuckle came from deep in his chest as he buried his head into my neck. He was so thick, he had to lean at a funny angle to get in close only to pin me to the counter. He jabbed me again, running his hands all up and down my sides, into my pits, he even grabbed this weird spot on my thigh, tickling me roughly. I thought I was too muscular for all that, but Tommy was so strong he could dig deep. He tortured me for a little bit, and all I could do was just writhe in agony, laughing hysterically as he worked me over. I may have been a stiff monster too, but he could bend and manipulate me like a little toy. When he stopped, I was so completely spent, I didn’t move as he swallowed my cock practically whole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, propped up against the mirror that had yet to crack somehow. The sink was running, with all that thrashing one of us, probably me, had torn one of the handles off, and it was all I could do to turn it off before a wave of goosebumps pulsed through my body, making me shiver. Tommy had shoved his thick fingers into my aching asshole, grinning with those big lips of his. I grabbed a handful of the wet, blonde, lion’s mane that was his hair as he forced a moan out of me. He drove his fingers deeper in my ass, sucking hungrily, and I made the strangest, most unsexy sound I think I’ve ever made. It just forced its way out of me, but Tommy smiled, trying not to laugh at me. As Tommy started playing with my balls, he ran his free hand all over my body, running his fingers through my chest hair, tweaking my sensitive nipples. At first my skin tensed at the feeling of his rough callouses, a split second of surprise, but it was enough to make him back off. We locked eyes, he stopped sucking, but in the next moment I clutched his hairy forearm, getting all the harder as I dwelled on the thought that he was mine. That while I was a freak, he was a monster. He was my monster. If he were to get off all the shit he was on now and never workout another day in his life, he would still live out his days incapable of properly fitting into anything vaguely human-sized. His hands would always be thick paws almost too thick to even hold a pencil, and so rough and hard his palms felt a lot like sandpaper. Sometimes he grew self-conscious about it, even in a place like this. Sometimes he grabbed ahold of me, and it hurt, and he worries about what his life would be like if we hadn’t built our home like we did. So when I clutched his arm to me, it killed the sudden awkwardness and he went back to servicing me. But this time he was doing things differently. He was torturing me again, bringing me right to the edge and then backing off to torment some other erogenous zone. It may have been twenty minutes, it may have been an hour before I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded. Tommy was quick to the draw, guzzling my cock once more to swallow my entire load without a moment’s hesitation. I sank to the floor, my legs were like jelly. I couldn’t catch my breath as I spun in the afterglow, and when I tried to reach out for Tommy’s new hard-on, he walked away. Probably, he just didn’t notice. He chuckled heavily again, and strut off to get something to eat. His dick swung back and forth like a batter teeing up; a baseball bat was definitely a proper likeness for this freak. I sat for a while, letting myself recover, making a few notes to myself of some stuff to clean or reorganize that I noticed at this new angle. Then I started playing with my legs, flexing them in different ways, watching the veins and muscles roll around like the barrels they had become. When I started to get really big, I thought it was kinda hot that I was starting to have trouble moving around. Then it got old and frustrating, so I started stretching more, and then I started stretching a lot, and then I got into yoga, sort of. By this time, we had already started working with all kinds of fitness specialists and sports doctors, we were able to figure out an improvised routine for me. Tommy tried it for a grand total of three days and stuck to good, old fashioned, middle school gym class stretches. It really showed too, because aside from actually being able to touch my toes and put my own shoes on, I was actually a functional human being. That being said, Tommy was a great deal bigger than me, so even if he had stuck to that routine, he’d still have trouble doing things. As flexible as I was, compared to him, we still really struggled to get dressed. Most guys like us never really lived alone because we just couldn’t, and it was common that we wound up dressing one another. We generally dressed Tommy first because he was more difficult. I fished out some underwear, his favorite pair of bright red briefs we had custom made to be able to withstand his thighs and package. It was made of some soft but incredibly stretchy and sturdy material that pulled his sack up enough that it was easier for him to walk without giving his balls a pounding with his giant legs. Getting those on took a while because the leg holes were a tight fit just getting over his calves, then it was a battle to get them up over his thighs and ass. The waistband stretched just enough for me to force his balls in without much discomfort, but then we had to work with his shaft. “Honestly, this is the worst part.” Said Tommy, as he stuffed his log of a cock down, into the undies. He paused a moment, then tried to adjust himself, his face reddening a bit as it buried into his pecs. I tried to help too, if not, he would be doing that all day, and we had to go. Then came his shorts, which were only a little bit easier to slip on now that I didn’t have to fight with his giant ass ball sack. These shorts barely came halfway down his thighs, and they were starting to split, but he said they were the most comfortable pair. His bulge was so huge, the trunk of his shaft and a generous amount of scrotum was exposed to the open air…Maybe that was why those were his favorite. Even through all that hair, you could see every vein bulging in Tommy’s body. His legs rippled like waves with every step, even at the slightest of adjustments to his stance sent his vascular body into a riot of motion. Tommy’s favorite shirt was a cheap, ripped up and raggy sweatshirt whose sleeves he had long since flexed out of; then he cropped it short so his midriff was exposed. The only thing it even sort of covered was his chest, and at this point, the collar was beginning to tear open. Then I helped him into his boots and tied his long hair back with a bandana, and he was ready to go. Now it was Tommy’s turn to help me get dressed. I managed to get my bottoms on most of the way, though Tommy sure had a grand ol time pinching and patting my thick ass as I wrestled with my compression shorts. He had to help me adjust my balls, though, but he got frustrated because he couldn’t reach over his own mass and threw me onto the bed to get at me from a better angle. Then he grabbed me up again, set me on my feet and helped me work with my shorts. He put my shoes on, and then guided my thick arms through an incredibly tight, bright pink shirt he picked out himself. As much as I like tight clothing, Tommy liked it to the point that it nearly strangled me, and he liked it when I wore bright colors so I stuck out like a sore thumb. He knew it made me uncomfortable, sometimes, but that was where a lot of the fun was at. Usually I would have just torn the sleeves off, but he liked how my arms bulged and warped the fabric. I had long since learned to just give in when Tommy decided I was going to wear something; at least it wasn’t too bad this time. Tommy had already started eating before we got dressed, but he was peckish afterward and I was starving, so we destroyed several omelettes, practically an entire loaf bread each, and several steaks. That would last us a while, and it gave us a chance to relax a bit and sip some coffee and hydrate before we had to stretch out. There wasn’t any time for yoga today, but if we both didn’t warm up and stretch, even on our off days, things got challenging. Our systems were a lot more demanding now, and we required almost constant supervision. The only thing is that we’d been at this so long, we knew what we needed as we needed it and could watch for signs of what we would need in the future. Our whole routine took quite a while, and that was why we got up so early. That was why we built this place, where people could dedicate their lives to growing and pushing themselves beyond what should have been humanly possible. We had started this compound toward the beginning of our transformation when it became apparent that we and all our clients would soon outgrow the rest of society. It wasn’t like we weren’t allowed to leave or anything, it was just a better place for people our size because everything was extra wide and super reinforced. Everyone took to calling it the Bulk because, well, it was built out of an old factory yard along a bulkhead, but also because of the freaks of nature that lived inside. You had to be at least four hundred pounds to be considered for a membership, or you had to have some kind of goal of shooting beyond that size. All of the old factories had been repurposed and renovated into several colossal gyms and living spaces, along with a small lab, a medical station, and a few other amenities we were eventually able to afford. It was still early in the morning, but the place was crawling with people. Muscle beasts waddled every which way. The extra wide sidewalks they had installed still did little to prevent massive collisions and pileups as dudes too caught up with their own size to notice, struggled to adjust course or pay attention. They had long since given up on maintaining any kind of lawn; what grass they had was kept short by being constantly stepped on and crushed by tons and tons of man-meat. Besides, most of these guys totally didn’t mind plowing through mud or snow. They were usually a sweaty, smelly mess to begin with, so what harm could a little dirt do? No one could really move all that fast, but Tommy moved at a glacial pace, and he was already panting a third of the way there. “Babe…slow down.” He huffed. I laughed. “You old man.” “Fuck…you…” he growled. “I’m a fuckin beast! We need to get one ah them carts…” “Nope.” I said. “You’re gonna walk, maybe even run one day.” “HA!” He scoffed. “Sure.” “I mean it.” I said, now having completely stopped to let him catch up. Guys were watching us, but this was a familiar sight, a giant amongst giants. “When I can touch my toes again, then I’ll go running.” As we walked, we passed by one of the new buildings where we kept the really big boys. See, Tommy was generally considered the biggest guy here, but that was only true in that he was the biggest guy here, who could still move. We had done that on purpose, partly because I couldn’t bring myself to let him grow so huge all our time together would be spent in a single room, but also because Tommy was something of our mascot as he needed to keep up appearances. So he stayed on a regimen of supplements and hormones that made him taller, made his bones longer and thicker, sturdier. But there were freaks among us who grew so huge, so wide, and so muscular that they couldn’t move. For some it was a dream, but for others, who were not so well behaved, it was a prison. Everyone who came to live here, knew about it, and it worked quite well to keep everyone in line. You could ask to grow out, become a mega bull, and live out your life being fed and milked and masturbated, though that was probably the only thing that was reversible here. Some guys just wanted to grow to immobility and then watch themselves slim down just enough to be able to stand. They never got very far, and generally just waddled around the bull pin for a while before they toppled over, but a few managed to live happily with a helper or two. There was never a shortage on staff at the Bulk, to no one’s surprise. But these guys, for all their mass, were never quite as tall or heavy or as strong as Tommy, not that they minded. They were carting a new addition to the herd as we passed by. He was a familiar face too, a handsome fellow named Jared who had been half this size the other night. He was one of those who chose to remain their normal height, but had almost been as wide as he was tall since we’d known him and well over five hundred pounds. His chiseled, olive-complected face had always been scruffy and dark, with perfectly swept hair and cute, round little glasses that only highlighted his incredibly powerful jaw. Now his face was almost unrecognizable as every vein bulged, the lower half of his face jut out so far with rippling muscle and his lips were so fat he had trouble speaking. Even his nose looked different, once aquiline like a roman statue, it was almost pug-like and brutish. He hollered with what could have been frustration, but might have been devastation too. He seemed delirious as he fought against his own mass, his neck all but disappeared behind traps that towered over his own head. His body had now wider than it was tall, and from his the mountains that were his pecs, on which his chin was now permanently resting upon, streams of milk drizzled out steadily. Someone would have to go in and reteach him how to speak with his new features. “Wow, Jared’s a mega bull now.” Tommy said, pressing his hand in the small of my back as we came to a stop. It bothered me a bit how upset he seemed, going in. “He look okay to you?” I asked. “No.” Tommy replied. “Probably an overdose of something.” “Oh, I hate to see that. We should check up on him.” “Not now, let him get settled in.” Conveniently, we had our home built close to our favorite gym. It was also no mistake that the bull pit was on the usual route we took, or that the big building had huge windows through which everyone could watch their favorite monsters on display. There was always a crowd around the bull pit, and getting a proper tour booked was near impossible unless you were us. But there was no time for all that. We had to workout. Our gym wasn’t the biggest, it really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary from the rest of them except it was closest to where we lived, it wasn’t overly crowded, and since we lived in the older part of the Bulk, lots of bog boys liked to play there. We know it was one of the original factory buildings we bought initially, but Tommy and I argued if it was one of the ones we personally helped clear out. Those days were so hectic, we both lost weight and lulled in our progress, to everyone’s dismay. But once we got everything cleared out, cleaned up, and restocked, it was a major milestone and from there we went from freaks to monsters. Whoever was on staff today had EDM playing softly over the speakers, and all the doors that hadn’t been torn off their hinges had been drawn up or rolled aside. Some little freaks, somewhere on the edge of five hundred pounds, all under six feet tall, waddled their way in front of us, bumping shoulders and booming about how sore they were. Even from behind, the one that stood furthest back, closest to us, I could tell was very clearly not wearing underwear and had a crotch that hung so low and bounced so furiously I could only guess at how big it really was. It was clear he was a fan of our male enhancement regimen. Tommy must have seen me staring because he pinched me on my ass and shouted “LIKE WHAT YA SEE?” That caught their attention. Their eyes bugged out of their heads when they saw us. “Oh shit, Sammy Strong!” said the one I’d been staring at. Now that I could see his face, his hard jawline, with that bronze skin and those bright green eyes, I blushed. And when I saw that beast between his legs, halfway down his shin bones I felt my own cock stir. “You like what you see, baby?” His paler colored friend tried to put his hands behind his head, flexing his abs, hard. The tiny stretch of fabric swallowed up by his legs nearly burst as he swayed his hips, sensually. Unlike his friend, it was almost like this one didn’t have anything between his legs at all. “I like all a’ that, but no one comes near Tommy.” I saw, running my hand over Tommy’s exposed midsection. They laughed, and went on after we all bumped fists. I gave the green eyed one’s cock a good squeeze and he stood a little taller after that, strutting in like he was three times as big. As we walked in ourselves, we saw that Frank, our favorite milker, was servicing clients in the lobby. Irritated, I handed Tommy my bag and let him go on as I marched over to him, ignoring the two hulks twice my size crouched over, sucking at his breasts, and slapped him right on his fat ass. “Frank!” He looked at me, but I barely recognized him. He’d shaven off his bushy black beard that had always given Tommy’s a run for his money. Now, he was baby faced, and it reminded me that despite his huge size, he was barely in his twenties. Probably one of the fattest people at the Bulk. His gut extended out nearly as far as his huge, leaky tits. But Frank was also probably one of the strongest guys here, that could move. He was a hairy, six foot five beast with massive legs and a gigantic ass that spilled out of everything, nearly as bad as his breasts, with a long dick, and huge arms. His proportions were all out of wack, but he liked it that way, and did we. “Sorry, man.” He grumbled, smacking both hulks on their puffed out cheeks. They let go, each handing him forty bucks before lumbering out. “They said they needed a boost.” “B…but that’s not gonna do anything…” I said, bewildered. “And in the lobby? Come on, man.” “Hey, no one else seemed to mind.” He shrugged. I just couldn’t get over his fresh, chubby, cheeks. “Your milk won’t do much for them without any added hormones.” I said. “They might grow breasts of their own without it.” “I think that’s what one of them wants.” He said. “I dunno, I don’t ask questions when they start flashin cash.” I sighed. “Just…do it in the bathroom or something next time.” “Sure, sorry man.” He said, slipping caps over his swollen nipples to keep them from flowing. Frank was one of our closest friends, and was one of our first guinea pigs. In fact, he was the first milking bull we had. I knew him from college, before he dropped out. He was a sweet guy, but it was painfully obvious how badly he wanted to be huge. By then I looked like something fresh off the stage at Mr. O, and Tommy was just breaking four hundred. He followed us around the gym like a puppy, so we introduced him to the right people and started pumping him up. At first the milk came as a shock, but when we saw how much protein it carried in it and how well it mixed with certain supplements, we sort of bullied him into it. I would feel bad if Frank hadn’t fallen completely in love with his tits right off the back. He’s retired now, really only swelling up when he was bored or someone paid him enough, but when he was at his biggest, we had to move him into our old basement. There, he grew so big, it was painful for him to stand for very long. By then, Tommy had started up on how own bone supplements, but where Tommy grew taller, Frank grew wider. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a big boy all around, but back then, he was almost as wide as he was tall, with breasts he could rest on his knees whenever he sat down. Then he got lonely, and being that big started to take its toll on him. He slimmed down a bit, but promised us he would stay a freak. So we kept him around, tested most of our new stuff on him, which he loved. Frank was always going up and down, never really staying one size or shape for very long. Right now, he was a supersized bear, but with time, he would either get really cut really fast or stay thick but get even fatter. That was his kink, and the string of boy toys he kept around ranged from tiny twinks outside the Bulk to several of our own mega bulls. “You see the new people?” He asked, fighting to pull his shirt back over his manboobs. “No, but it won’t take long to find them with Tommy here.” “There’s one you should really check out, his name is James, he’s a freak.” Said Frank’s boyfriend. “His buddies pay extra for milk straight from the source, been here maybe a month and he’s blimped up so much even his face is swollen.” “That him over there?” Tommy asked, nodding in the direction of one of the small packs of brutes grunting and growling, bumping shoulders and barking words of encouragement. I only caught a glimpse of something red, but whatever it was got Tommy all excited, his bulge stirring. I was half tempted to grand me a handful, but he plowed forward before I could make up my mind. We needed to get started anyway, so I hurried after him, narrowly missing a pair of big breasted milkers as I went. Trying to be slick, we started into our warmup, trying to steal glances at the short hulk being shoved from one workout to the next. These men, much taller but way smaller, would have been menacing if they weren’t the smallest guys here. Tommy put a stop to all that when he passed by them, making his way to one of machines they had modded out for all the really big boys. Luckily there weren’t that many in this particular gym this day, and since there weren’t near as many big big boys like Tommy, their machines were never very busy for very long. He started in on an improvised kind of leg raise pushing ridiculous amounts of weight, every vein, every cord, every fiber in the lower half of his body already tensed and pulsing. I couldn’t really help him much when it came to working out, so I started in on my own routine, watching the little pack of bullies practically drooling as they watched my baby get jacked. All I could think about was how much of a bitch it was going to be to get him home when he’s lost what little space he has to bend his legs. One of the bullies threw an arm over the meaty shoulder of who I had figured was James and loudly proclaimed that he would be that size in a few months. The poor kid could have passed for maybe twenty, He couldn’t have been any taller than five foot six, but he was wider than he was tall. He carried most of it in his chest and shoulders, the slight sag in his pecs and the size of his nipples showing through his raggy workout shirt were all signs that he was definitely on his way to becoming a milker like Frank. But his legs and ass were no joke either, though he wasn’t really packing much where it really mattered. His red tights were made of good material and sculpted to his beefy body, but it seemed like he wasn’t all that accustomed to his size. His waddle was even more pronounced than Tommy’s was, he looked tired and upset as he broke away from the brute and stumbled toward the locker room. I couldn’t help myself. I had heard some of our guys had been forced to move out here, but I’d never actually seen one. First, this kid barely made it to the bathrooms the way he bumped into everything and everyone, his arms stuck out farther than mine did and I was three times his size. He was so stiff and unaccustomed, I was a little worried that maybe he had been grown too fast, which was a whole other issue in and of itself. But he just seemed so pitiful, I followed after him. He was taking a piss when I caught up to him, we had long since given up on using individual urinals and went for the giant metal troughs that guys could line up at a few at a time if they could still reach their dicks on their own. James’ back wasn’t all that defined, but he was so incredibly thick I was half-chubbed as I stood beside him. “Hey, man!” I said, perhaps a little too cheerily as I pulled my own dick out, waiting for shit to start flowing. “Huh? Oh…hey.” He said, a little bashful. “You new?” I asked, trying to peek over our collective masses to steal a glance at his thick cock. Truth be told, I was a little disappointed. Something told me those guys didn’t really have a good grasp on how our regiment worked, or at least all that we had to offer. “Uh…yeah, been here maybe a few weeks?” He replied. “I’m Sam, what’s your name?” “James, but my friends call me Jimmy.” “You’re lookin pretty awesome, Jimmy.” I said, shaking my dick out after an awkward pause. Jimmy, meanwhile, had very awkwardly tried and utterly failed at maneuvering his bulk without bumping into me. I just chuckled a bit, a little surprised, but he looked completely mortified. Still, he seemed to lighten up a bit when he heard me compliment him. “Those guys seem like they’re kinda rough.” “Hm?” He said, trying to wash his hands. “Oh…yeah, they’re a little…high strung. Did you see that freak working legs? My friends actually left me alone for once, usually they’re…” His face fell. “All over you?” I asked. “Why you come spot me for a while? How far along are you with your workout?” “Almost done, actually.” I just now noticed how much his jaw flexed as he spoke. What I took for an unusually large jawline was actually just thick face muscles jutting out almost obscenely. Not sure what all that was about, but I found it so freaky and hot resisted the urge to cup his face in my hands. Even his chin was clefted and huge, impossibly so. “Well…why don’t you come spot me? When my husband gets in the zone, it can be pretty annoying to get him to help me out.” “Uh, sure. I don’t think my friends would like that very much, but screw em. They’re assholes anyway.” I kissed him. Initially, he was surprised, but he never stopped me. In fact, he practically melted in my arms as I guided him backward, into the really big stall for the really big guys. Those were everyone’s favorites because even the biggest guys here, who could move at least, didn’t feel cramped and the toilets were the widest and sturdiest. Surprisingly enough, it smelled cleaner in there than it did by the lockers. And it was there that I backed him up against the wall, him being completely overwhelmed by my sheer size and bracing himself on the railing digging into his back. I yanked his leggings down, and took his disappointingly average sized cock into my mouth. His eyes went wide as I swallowed his entire penis, even his balls, and sucked hard. It was intimidating, I was so aggressive in servicing him, he couldn’t do anything but lay back and enjoy the ride. He ran his fingers through my hair, drool escaping both our lips as I worked him over and he lost himself to the sensation. When he finally blew, I swallowed his whole load down and was actually a little disappointed. It was used to freaks with dicks so big they touched the ground, but judging from the way his thick legs went to jelly, I was pretty sure I did my job right. As he reeled in the afterglow, I eased him onto my lap, on the floor. My big arms swallowed him up, and he rest his head back, against my chest, panting furiously. “I like you, Jimmy.” I said. “Yeah?” He relaxed a bit more. “I…I like you too…Is your husband gonna kick my ass, now?” “Actually, I think he’d love to meet you.” I said. “Every now and then we keep a little pet, grow him into a monster, then ship him off to the milking station. It’s a lot of fun, and I think you’d be perfect for it.”
  4. More is coming soon! I have the attention span of a squirrel, and also lol my life is in shambles, but should I just add the next addition to this or like start a new thread/topic thing?
  5. Oops, sorry! Is there a way to move it? I'll make sure to put it in the right place next time.
  6. First Story! I'm still getting a handle on things on this site, but this is really the first story I've EVER posted online...EVER! I hope y'all like it. There wasn’t really anything I wouldn’t do for Tommy, and so that’s why I wound up doing just about everything for Tommy. You could say our life together is anything but normal, but I think that’s part of what makes it all so special. We were freaks. But soon we would have to change the way our dynamic was working because I was starting to become so freaky, I really needed help taking care of the both of us. Sure, we were never bodybuilders or anything, but we had dedicated our lives to becoming the biggest, freakiest, most musclebound monsters there ever was. Tommy got there a few years ago, with the help of entire teams of doctors and nutritionists, personal trainers, freaking scientists! It took a lot of work, drove us completely over the edge, but together, we transformed ourselves into beasts and formulated lines of supplements all kinds of shit to help other people grow like we did. But no one ever came close to Tommy. There are a handful out there a lot like me, over six hundred pounds of beef, albeit a little blubber here and there. I’m not cut like I was in college, but it’s grown on me. Something with my system and the formula just didn’t agree and I blimped out a bit. It’s nothing crazy, just some pooch, but it makes me look all kinds of swole. I can’t really fit through doorways, and clothes have to be made custom, but I love shit to be tight, so sometimes I buy normal stuff so I can hulk out of them. Tommy loves it. He can’t really get up anymore, not without help. They gave him all kinds of implants and hormones to make him a little taller, to pack on more mass, but more importantly, make him sturdier. His bones are fucking huge! When we met, he was like six feet tall, maybe two hundred thirty pounds of off-season bulk. Today, after maybe ten years, he’s seven feet even and almost a thousand pounds. He can’t tie his shoes anymore, he can’t wipe his ass anymore, he can feed himself after we stretch for most of the morning, but that’s about it. We really only dress him to workout, but he has shit that’ll make him decent if one of us is feeling like going on a little date. “Babe.” I pat the mountainous slab that was his pec. “Baby…” Due to his size, Tommy snored. Sometimes, if he wasn’t angled right, he stopped breathing, but that was a problem of the past. Now, the real struggle was getting his giant ass up in the morning; his snores rattled the windows! My heart always melts when I watch him sleep. All those enhancements we made on his body had gradually altered his face too. When we met, he kept his blonde waves cropped short, and you could cut glass on his cheekbones. His jawline was thick and manly, and the cleft in his chin went deeper than I thought a cleft could really go. His lips were luscious and lovely, but it was his eyes that won you over. He had the most gorgeous pair of baby blue eyes framed by long lashes. Those eyes were really the only thing that remained of the man I had fallen for, at least on the outside. He had been swallowed up by the beast of my dreams, a hulk with a jawline that nearly gave him an underbite. His lips had plumped up, growing thick like something even a porn star would be envious of. His cheeks had sunken in as his metabolism skyrocketed, eating away every ounce of fat on his body, making his cheekbones stand out all the more, and then growing even farther when he started on his bone supplements. Every muscle in his face rippled, the veins on his temples often bulged out when he spoke or chewed, his brow had grown heavy like a brick. It was a hard face, but the hottest and most lovable face I had ever known. He was my beast. “Hey…” I tried to shove…something. I pushed on his shoulder, his globe-sized shoulder, but I barely even made an indentation on his skin. “TOMMY!” I slapped his leg. There was a satisfying PAP! sound as my hand clapped against his beefy, hairy thigh. Even relaxed, every striation stood out like his skin were paper thin. That roused him. He stopped snoring and mumbled, confused and annoyed. “Uh?” His morning voice was so deep and scratchy. He jerked his head around as best he could without much in the way of a neck. His thick beard hung down, between his pecs and slipped back and forth as he looked around the room. “What?” he croaked. “We gotta get up.” I said, kissing him. “I made breakfast, come on.” “Mmm…” He tried to stretch, but he could barely lift his arms. “Noooo…” Something jerked me forward, and suddenly I was crushed up against my lover’s immense body. It was only when he literally ripped the clothes from my body with a single tug that I realized he had pulled me in for a bearhug. His foot long morning wood brushing against the insides of my own massive thighs. I got hard right then and there. That was another thing that I absolutely fucking loved about Tommy. When we fucked, he could hold me up in one hand forever. I’m fucking massive, but he was a monster that could bend around and throw me and manipulate me like I was just a toy. He took me by the wingspan that was my lats and lowered me down on his massive cock. It still felt like he could tear me in half, but I loved it. Even lying down, his balls were so huge my thick backside slapped against them. He fucked me for what felt like an hour, getting harder every time he made me scream or moan. I had lost all control of myself, and this was just morning wood. I lost all track of time when he came inside me, but by the time he had finished, my guy was taught. He tried to get up, still holding me, but bending at the waist was impossible right now. The other day, we had destroyed his chest and abs, and he moaned with pain as he found against his own body. Tommy set me down, but I had lost feeling in my legs. And there we were, him sprawled out on the bed, me sprawled out on the floor. Even laughing hurt like hell as he chuckled at our situation. We had turned ourselves into total freaks, and I don’t think either of us would change a single thing. To be continued?
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