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  1. Ya'll ever stumble into a project that got way out of hand? Well, this was one of em for me. Unfortunately this story got so out of hand I was sitting on 20 pages by sunday and I still had 70% of the story to go. Oops. Knowing I wasn't gonna have enough time to finish the story off what follows below is the result of a pretty drastic last minute overhaul. Hopefully it's still enjoyable, and if I have the time, I hope to do one day do the story more justice. Farenheit 94,1° Blissful. Ecstatic. Euphoric. None of those words came even close to describing the emotion of pure joy coursing through my veins. The grass didn’t feel rough and harsh anymore, instead it felt caressing and gentle on my big bare feet. I almost felt a bit guilty for pushing the ticklish grass into the dirt while imprinting my large footprint, but I was running so fast it was hard not leave behind a large and deep mark, especially with all the muscle mass weighing me down. I expected my breath to be short and raspy, having run so fast and for so long, but I had never felt more at ease as when my thick and long legs were shooting me forward on the grassy plains. I suddenly felt a loud urge swell up inside my solid chest, an urge to let out a load roar. I tried rationalising myself out of it. The last thing I wanted was the world knowing where I was. But suppressing urges had never been my strongest point. “FUCK YEAH!” My deep voice boomed while the softly hilled plains shot past me in a green blur. The deepness of my voice had caught me slightly off guard. I hadn’t heard much of it since the change and it sounded so different. It really was a tremor now, if my body wasn’t causing earthquake's by itself this voice certainly would be doing the trick. I let out a short laugh, reveling in the sensation of my entire chest moving and cascading with even the slightest giggle. There were so many new sensations going through me in the last minute alone. No way I wasn’t gonna enjoy every last bit of all these unfamiliar experiences. I slowed down my lightning speed sprint till my feet were firmly planted into the ground again. My body showed not even the slightest sign of having just run faster than any Olympic record for more than an hour. I tried acquainting myself with my surroundings. From this angle there was only green as far as the eye could see. I know better than to turn around, the grey drab of The Capitol was surely poking in my wide lats and I had no need for turning back. My eyes landed on a small lake just a few strides away. I noticed my run had left me thirstier than I had thought, must be from the thinnest layer of sweat coating every surface of my body. Bending down to my knees I was ready to take a big gulp of the small clean pool when I caught my reflection in the water. The sight of my insanely muscular physique caught me off guard. Damn was I hot. Big enough to fuck any guy till they were seeing stars. That thought caught me by surprise too. These new thoughts of sex were so alien to me. In my old body fucking had never been on my mind, just like The State enforced. It just was all work with no play, and with how I looked, and everyone else in the country, it was no mystery why sex and pleasure didn’t take up an iota of my brain power. Now ripping open cute bubble butts with my beer can sized fuck stick formed a comfortable constant backdrop in my mind. To think I had been deprived of this for so long. I grinned, I was gonna fucking love looking like this. I let my gaze glide over my body, checking my arms, the thick biceps that could hold any pretty face in place while I fucked someone’s throat out still looked as massive as ever. I smiled as my I saw pecs jutted outward enough I could probably use them to squash a melon in between their deep ridge. I had to use my fingers to check my abs, the deeply cut washboard formed an 8-pack that felt tight enough to be bulletproof. All the goods were there, including the very meaty shaft I had dangling between my legs that was slowly waking up seeing just how hot I was now. I couldn’t help but let a wave of disbelief wash over me. Man, had I not expected this day to go this way. I mean, just this morning I had been your average scrawny office drone. Loyal to the state, loyal to the state’s belief sex was nothing but gross dirt that had to be scrubbed off soceity. I was indistinguishable to nearly every other male, all off us short, thin, and with nothing of a dick. We were clean, cleansed of attributes that might inspire sexual arousal, cleansed of thoughts that might horn us up. Fuck, I even remember being excited for my yearly ‘scrubbing’ just this morning. I had noticed a few stray hairs on my chest, and the development of a few muscles near my calves from many walks up the stairs to my apartment. I was ecstatic to plop my little dicklet into that machine and have all of that drained away, all the muscles that had incidentally developed, the masculine traits that had peeked their heads, all of it the machine could efficiently suck out. I smiled, man, had I been naive. Of course that was before I had stumbled down a few wrong corridors in Cleaning Clinic trying to find the bathroom, and discovered that the sex residue that was sucked out of every citizen, the liquid form of all their atributes that might call forth feelings in others of lust and desire, was decidily not destroyed by the state like they preached they’re doing on every corner of the street. Instead the pink goo containing a nation’s worth of height, muscle mass, handsomeness, hair and cock size went into tubes tunneling deep underground. The goo reeked of testerone, at that point I had still been disgusted by the smell of real men, but I had followed the tubes regardless, occasionally having to sneak around to dodge watchful eyes, my curiosity always spurring me on. Discovering where the tubes led had been the most important moment of my life. I smiled while looking at the sinews making up my arms, the network of veins covering them reminding me of the network of tubes from Cleaning Clinic’s all over the nation converging at that central chamber. All that sexual power the state had so efficiently scrubbed away, brought to one point, one room. A room I could look into just a bit behind one of the air ventilation ducts. A room housing all the state’s controlling oligarchs. I had looked on in horror as the one’s who had liberated us from the nastiness of sex by wiping every trace of it out of our lives now indulged themselves in a the nation’s residue of sexual taint. I couldn’t imagine drinking the thick pink goo, I knew I had to stay a mile away from anything that could make me as hard as a whiff of the testerone reeking goo made me. But my horror hadn’t just stemmed from the fact that the most powerful people in this nation, the ones who had set us long ago on this road of total liberation, were now consuming a sex reeking drink. No, it came mostly what followed from them drinking the goo. They convulsed, they merrily screamed, they moaned, and they grew. God did they fucking grow. All the muscle mass, height, handsomeness, all of what they had taken away from the state, it started reappearing on them. Their twiggy arms grew to thick meaty pillars that could rip apart tanks. They didn’t stop growing till the former buisnessmen who had been just as scawny as me were looking like pure paragons of sex and size. The moaned, as they worked their new horse sized cocks with their meaty mittens and explored the muscular valley making up their chest. I was stunned. Why would the nation’s most elite defile themselves with all these sexual blasphemies? I started connecting the dots once I was able to see the founding fathers of our modern nation fucking twinks in another room. I didn’t even have to be silent not get noticed peeking around, the sound of their deep manly grunts as they partook in their sacrilege of the new consitution banning sex they had personally written was louder than any sound I could make. I understood in an instant. The values of our modern world, the values that had led from the humble beginnings of the banning of porn websites to our current complete liberation from sex, those values were nothing more than a lie. A lie the elite of our world had used so they could have all the pleasure to themselves. I trembled. For how long had we willingly given these fuckers everything that made us special and unique? How big was the group of supersized oligarchs that had taken everything from the state’s residence? I bit my lip and carefully readjusted my very humble package, and god, why did seeing all these extremely hunky men make me feel so good. I remember with joy the decision I had taken after that. “If these fuckers are gonna steal everything from me just so they can feel good, I can at least take a few sips from that pink goo too and get back what they owe me, right?” It had not taken me long to find a tap attached to the tubes. Originally I had wanted to take just a single sip, get back the definition to my calves and the little fluff of chest hair I had given up just a few hours earlier. But after that single sip, and after feeling how it felt to slowly inflate with power, the rush of energy, I couldn’t stop myself from taking another sip. And another. And another. And a few dozen more. Before long I was sitting in the shreds of my work clothes, bulging with muscle mass, and oh so thirsty for more. Of course that had been the moment one of the security guards finally found me. His mouth was agasp, and I could see why. I embodied sex, I was an adonis in the purest sense of the word, I had a body that was made for delivering pleasure. Even just seeing me made the scrawny fucker shoot his pathetic load. Licking his lips while watching my massive pecs twitch I had just laughed and walked away, I wasn’t gonna wait around till he realised what he had just seen. That taser he had around his belt didn’t look like too much fun. So I just ran, ran till I was back on the dark streets of The Capitol again. I was bucknaked, my filled out glutes and oversized fuck stick on full display for the evening trafic. I realised I couldn’t stay here. I wouldn’t want all this glorious size to be taken from me again, so I continued running. Running till I left the city and it’s stunned inhabitants behind, ran until the green of the rolling hills was all I could see. I smiled, today had been a day. I was just about ready to finally fully explore this wonderful body and colour this natural pool of water white with cum when I spotted a man approaching from the bushes. My muscles tensed, I had thought I was far enough away from agents of the state to still be following. “Evening.” I called out, trying to make out his size from his shadow. He looked to be big, but I was ready to test out what these biceps bigger some people’s heads could do. “Good evening.” He replied, his voice warm and deep. He revealed himself, he was truly a giant. I swallowed. “No need to be anxious.” He said with a smile. “I won’t hurt ya, big guy.” I had a hard time believing that. “Guessing you figured it out today? There’s always new blood on the annual scrubbing.” He continued I narrowed me eyes, was this a spy trying to find out how much I knew? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I mumbled, trying to not let myself be distracted by his handsome square jawed look. His eyes traveled all over my new huge muscles and threw me a grin. “I think you know, Mr Sexy.” He said with a chuckle. “I hope you didn’t think you were the first to figure out we were getting robbed, there’s a camp with a few of us up just ahead. We all sought… Compensation for being cheated, just like you.” The stranger looked at my legs, large enough to squat a train with an amused smile. “Though not many took quite as much as you, obviously. Size differences are good for fucking though” I was at a loss of words. But I knew I probably shouldn’t trust strangers promising more than I could dream off. My mind threw up it’s last defense mechanism, falling back on the ideology that had controlled my life for so long seemed like the best choice. “Sex is a horror, I’m not going to your camp of degeneracy. I hate being this full of sexual energy. I should go to cleaning clinique and get all this dirt washed off me. I’m not even into you, all that muscle mass and sexual appeal is an abomination --.” Words died in my throat as the stranger suddenly grabbed my arms, although I could easily have thrown him off, I was intrigued by his grip, the way his hands felt on my biceps. “Did you know the skin is remarkably constant in temperature?” He asked. I nodded no. “It’s nearly always the same, 93 degrees. It only really changes in one condition. Wanna know what that is?” My breath grew short while seeing how the stranger’s muscles twitched with his every move. “When were aroused, then it changes. Tends to go up a degree.” I stared at grooves making up his chest, I had never seen such beauty. The stranger pulled out a small digital thermostat, taking the temperature of my skin before I even knew it. “You know, you can say what you want about still believing the lies the state has fed you, but your body temperature disagrees.” He waved the result of the thermostat in my face. 94,1 degrees. Biologically my body was ready to fuck this handsome stud into the ground. “So, why don’t you come back to our camp, and I’ll introduce you to the guys?” I smiled, and I took a leap of fate. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” I said with a grin.
  2. I'm glad you like it! I'm sorry the next part is taking so long. Part 5 is about 90% complete, but it also has been that length for a couple of weeks now. I struggled to find the right mood to finish it off earlier, and currently too busy with exams to write much. I'm hoping to get it done next week, but, considering I've not been able to finish any of the parts on time before this one, I wouldn't take my word for it. Hopefully once summer rolls around I can get to adding more updates on a regular schedule, cuz I have quite a few more planned for this story. Part 5 is a bit of a different beast, a lot longer, and a bit less focused on Matt and Luke interacting. If you like Matt as the dominating, yet sometimes gentle, archetype I think you'll like it? No promises
  3. Settling in. “Fuck man, you’re really settling in. This pic is gonna get all the guys hungering for you.” Brax’s deep voice boomed. “That distant stare… All those hard as shit muscles on full display in the afternoon sun. I can’t imagine a guy who wouldn’t want to get a taste of those salty lips while having your prickly beard pressing in their faces.” Brax continued with a soft whistle of admiration. Brax tried adjusting his extremely formidable package with as much subtly as he could muster. “Every boy on the block is gonna want to get up close with the guy who has biceps bigger than their heads.” Jeff replied with a grin. The muscular beast swiped through the rest of his photo album. Jeff smiled while showing off some of the other pictures his photographer had made that day on the small phone screen. It weren’t all that many. It hadn’t been long before the twerp taking pictures had given in too his urges and had licked each and every muscle that Jeff had on display squeaky clean. Brax couldn’t decide if the special shine on Jeff’s huge chest in the pictures came from either a dive in the pool or was just from the natural layer of sweat coating the huge man. Well, ‘natural’, that was a strong word. “Very nice. Clearly I need to get me one of pro photographers too for a shoot.” Brax said while using his thick and muscular digit to do some more swiping down Jeff’s photo album. Jeff raised an eyebrow. “Those pictures on your Instagram looked alright.” The viking look Jeff said bemused, recalling the various lewd pictures of Brax bursting out of clothing. Brax shrugged, his wide lats rolling with the effort. “Lot’s of close-ups of my bulge. Need someone to capture the rest of my huge and hunky body. Whoever this dude is, he clearly appreciates your steel like muscularity.” Brax said with widening grin. Jeff chuckled, the little guy sure had been in pure awe and admiration when Jeff had first thrown of his shirt and revealed his cobblestone six pack and voluminous pecs. “Well, when you’re hung like us, it’s hard not having those monsterous cocks dominate every picture they’re in.” The viking mumbled while adjusting his own quickly inflating package. Brax swiped through some more pictures. But his smile quickly faded when, in between the galleries of him using his footlong salami to split open bubble butts, and photo’s others had taken from is insanely muscular and manly physique, the big man noticed a selfie Jeff had taken. “Dude.” Brax said in a tone of annoyance while his faced pulled into a grimace. Jeff looked over, his selfie stretched out over the phone screen. His tanned skin almost immediately went white. The selfie was from just a few weeks ago. Most wouldn’t recognise viking looking Jeff right away, mostly because he was a few hundred pounds lighter, nearly a foot and half shorter, and looked more like a twig than the towering hunk of manly muscle he was now. The two friends locked eyes, Jeff’s cheeks burning scarlet on his pale skin. “I told you to delete all your old pictures.” Brax said in a hushed tone. Jeff looked at his size 17 feet in embarrassment. “What if someone had found this selfie? What if someone had made the connection between this twig like stain of bones, and your current deliciously hunk and powerful body?” Brax scolded. “I told, you could join our little league of super studs, but you had to keep a low profile. I thought you were settling in just fine…” Brax said, bouncing his pecs and stretching his large and beefy arms. “We can’t have anyone know. Otherwise the whole town, the whole country, the whole world, they’d all want to be looking like a god of size and strength who can drive any girl of guy to orgasm with a simple glance. We really can’t have that, my brot--” Brax continued on babbling about ‘responsibility’ and ‘secrecy’ but Jeff wasn’t really listening anymore, checking out the grooves on his muscles was far more interesting. “You didn’t transform anyone else, did you?” Brax said with side eyed glance, his voice cutting through the increasingly thick fog of pleasure clouding Jeff’s mind. “What? Do the one thing you ordered me not too? No way.” Jeff said, in a tone that might to a more observant listener sound like slight panic. Brax wasn’t really that observant any more though, his own steel like muscles brushing against the viking sitting next to him had awakened more than a few things inside him. “Good. You know how easy it goes. Just one drop of cum down their throats and they’d be looking like an stallion made for fucking and lifting just like us. Then they can turn people into super studs themselves. The shit you’d be in if you turned someone without the league’s permission…” Brax mumbled while eyeing his friends outward jutting pecs Jeff let out a nervous laugh hearing his friends comment, quickly putting his phone back in his pocket. While doing so, his own twenty plus inch arm brushed against that of equally muscular Brax. That finally pushed both men over the edge, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling around the floor, kissing passionately in a duel of tongue’s. Jeff was glad Brax hadn’t stumbled upon the big folder of Jeff’s thick manhood shooting loads down the throats of tiny and eager twinks. Turning a hundred men in his first week probably wasn’t gonna make Jeff look too good.
  4. Stage Fright. Kameron’s breath was raspy and uncontrolled. He kept pushing his thick glasses up the ridge of his nose, his boney fingers unrhythmically tapping on his skinny legs. Describing him as a nervous wreck would be an understatement. Feverishly he mumbled out his one line in his nasally voice. “Thin like a twig? You betcha. Doesn’t mean we aren’t gonna get ya!” Kameron just hoped his out of tune singing voice wouldn’t be too disruptive. He had to replace one of his friends last minute for a speaking role in the college performance of ‘The Wizard of Oz’. The prospect of playing one of the trees with a singing line, rather than just standing motionless in the background while he waved his leaf coated hands like normal, had nearly given him a heart attack. Through the stage curtains Kameron could spot the various actors jumping across the stage while the actors sang their heart out. Kameron couldn’t help but look a bit envious at the football jock playing the Scarecrow sensually making out with their barely dressed version of Dorothy. Not because Kameron really had any interest of the hot bimbo of his own. No, he was more jealous of how confidently the two were in front of an audience. The small, frail nerd knew he was up in a minute, and also knew that even if he’d manage to get his line out, it’d likely sound small and meek. “I wish I could walk around the stage with such confidence.” He said dreamingly. Suddenly a bright light seemed to envelop the world, even with his eyes tightly closed Kameron couldn’t see anything but a shining brightness. A pulsing headache clouding much of what Kameron knew about the world suddenly painfully shot through the small man’s big brain. Then suddenly, the light faded. “Sorry! Light malfunction!” One of the barely trained technicians meekly mumbled. “Everything all right Kam?” Another operator asked in a tone of combined fright and concern. Kam? No one called Kameron that. Kam implied his name was said often enough it needed shortening. “All good.” The inexperienced actor said in voice that was many octaves lower than just a minute ago, Softly Kameron opened his eyes again, looking at his reflection in the mirror for last costume check ups. He winked a few times, convinced his eyes were still messing with his vision while staring at what was supposed to be his mirror image. But, after each wink, the large shadow in the mirror didn’t go away. In fact, it only seemed to grow clearer and huger. In disbelief Kameron took in the big body occupying nearly all of the mirror surface. A nearly nude bodybuilder was blinking back at Kameron in the reflection. Kameron raised his right arm. The powerful muscular man of his reflection did exactly the same. Kameron flexed his bicep. The amount of muscle mass that jumped and tightened in his reflection wouldn’t look out of place on a god. In shock Kameron looked down, and saw as he feared. Somehow his skinny, unremarkably shrimpish and twerpy body had suddenly turned into the massive piece of muscle meat he had seen in his reflection. Slowly Kameron bounced and flexed a few of his remaining muscles, feeling liquid power shoot through his skin with each muscle that felt ready to burst out of his skin. He felt ready to lift a car. A grin swept over his face. “...And saw as he feared.”? Fuck no. Suddenly blowing up in size wasn’t anything to be fearful of in the slightest, it was awesome. With some difficulty he managed to see past his outward putting pecs a bit. He was in nothing but a tight poser, and the garment seemed to be struggling quite a bit with a massive cock that had the throbbing and excited nature of a member that realised it was now attached to one of the finest specimen alive of masculinity. “Seriously, again Kam? You just had five twinks drain you for hours. Fuck it. You’ll be going on stage with the rest of the trees with pre leaking member on full display. It’s not like all of campus doesn’t already know you are a extremely well endowed super stud. “ The musical's director said in a tone of playful annoyance. Oh. Right. The play. Somehow, with the weird occurrence of him turning into the size wider than the tree was playing as, Kam didn’t feel nervous in the slightest. Kameron he looked up, staring at the rest of the group of antagonists made out of wood. All of them had been transformed into similar highly ripped and insanely muscular bodybuilders. Well, none was quite as big as the new towering 6’8 mountain of steel Kam now was, but some got quite close. Kameron felt an intense wave of pleasure shoot through his body while they strutted all onto the stage. He felt enticed by the prospect of exploring all these hunks’ powerful muscles and bubbly butts, that were barely covered up the leaf green posers that now had pass as costumes, as soon as they were back in the changing room. ---------------- Overall the college’s theatre group's performance of the Wizard of Oz got glowing reviews from the nearby paper. Although the first act was rather a drag, as soon as a certain group of men as wide as trees strutted onto the stage it really picked up. The five minute long song on their meaty logs making them horny 24/7 really hit home. And when the cute footballer playing the scarecrow went down on his knees to worship their devine bodies and cocks you could really feel the pleasure out of their grunts of approval. The moans of lust coming from the orgy the stage ended up turning into ended up being the best song the small town reviewer had ever heard. With the way every muscle in the body of Kam rocketed with his every orgasm you almost believed him when the sex god looking man screamed out he had just lost his virginity. Of course, everyone in the audience had a hard time believing that the man looking like he could dwarf most professional weightlifters had only just now popped his cherry. The man was just a brilliant actor. A brilliant, huge, sexy and hung, actor.
  5. Awaiting his Arrival. “How’s this pose. Menacing enough?” Ben asked with a grin. Ian pursed his lips, carefully looking at how dangerously hot his friend was looking while he had his arms widely spread on the cushions, his muscles bulging threateningly. “Pose is nearly perfect. Push out your pecs a little though.” Ian said, his soft voice nothing more than a mumble compared to his friends deep bass. The big man lying on the bed obliged, the thick pecs cascading with size while he rearranged them till they perfectly showed off how powerful the iron slabs were. “And. Uh. Push up your dick a little. Don’t want those thick legs obscuring the salami.” Ben grinned at the mention of his new supreme cock, eagerly grabbing his extremely formidable bulge till it was clear to see just how much his underwear was struggling keeping the tool of pleasure in line. “What did you say was my line again?” Ben asked. It was clear the lumbering stud wasn’t really paying attention. The titan of size was mostly preoccupied with one hand running the eight cobblestone bricks making up his abs, and smirking while he looked at his other hand softly kneading the large amount of hardening man meat making up his nether regions. “I don’t know. Just say something along the lines of ‘Guess who’s taking over your position as the football quarterback, twerp.’ It doesn’t really matter, he’s gonna mostly be focused on the fact the nerd he bullied for years is now outsizing him by a nearly a hundred pounds anyways.” Ian said with a shrug. Ben chuckled, clearly the testerone factory he had hanging between his legs was doing it’s job and filling him up with much needed confidence. “You think I’ve got time to beat out another one before he gets here?” He asked with feigned innocence. Ian slowly squinted at the perfect male image his friend had turned into. “He’s gonna be here in a minute. Besides, haven’t you emptied those balls enough already?” Ian mumbled, while trying not letting his cheeks burn scarlet while he thought about the sixth time Ben had came that morning, his hot spunk going right down Ian’s tight throat. Ben shot Ian a look that made it very clear he’d never be not horny ever again. Ian just swallowed. He hoped Ben would be able to cage his desires enough during the stern talking to they had planned for the rest of the football team. The new huge Ben was supposed to be intimidating. But if things were going as they were now, the day would likely be filled with jocks dropping to their knees while doing everything thing to get a taste of the throbbing man meat swinging between Ben’s new marble legs. Or a scramble to simply get the honour of touching one of Ben’s many massive muscles. Ian didn’t even get a chance for further objections before the football captain and former tormenter they had been waiting for finally barged in. The look of awe on his face while he stared at the sweat from Ben’s steel like muscularity soaking his mattress seemed mixed with a healthy dose of lust. With a sly grin the nerd thought that no matter how the day with the new behemoth that was Ben was going to turn out, it was probably going to be good.
  6. Bigger than Ever. “Lil’ Bro, good to see you!” A shiver traveled down Jack’s spine while he heard the deep bass of his older brother’s greeting. “Hi Dave.” Jack mumbled meekly, not quite wanting to look up from the floor and be greeted his brother’s massive body. But Dave, like usual, cared little for what his little brother might want and quickly grabbed him for a hug. Jack tried his very best to not pop a boner while his small body was pressed into his brother’s steel like pecs, his thin legs dangling in the air while the huge biceps of his brother easily kept him suspended in the air. “Damn little bro, did you get shorter?” Jack knew this was just his brothers usual spiel, but played along anyways. Who wouldn’t when they were trapped in between a set of huge outward jutting pecs. “No Dave. You must have gotten taller again.” This earned a chuckle from Dave, something which sent a rippling through the entirety of his huge body. “Damn! Last time I saw you I was like… 6’8? Think I can add a few inches to that.” Dave said with a grin. Clearly talk of how massive his body was got the tall man going, because Jack could feel Dave’s mammoth meaty bulge he was bumping into stir and throb. Thoughts of just how incomprehensibly hung Dave was added to the already complicated feelings shooting through Jack’s body after seeing just how much bigger and more studly his brother was looking. “Haven’t just gotten taller.” Dave said with a smirk, confirming Jack’s suspicions that the big man’s lax training regimen was somehow still paying off with huge gainz. And that glint in Dave’s sparkling blue eyes suggested that the meaty baseball bat swinging between his marble pillar thick legs Jack had accidently seen when he had run into the big man after a shower had somehow gotten bigger as well. Jack was just hoping the upcoming family weekend wouldn’t have to involve any more awkward nude encounters, being confronted with just how perfect and manly his brother was never failed to fill the small man up with envy. “Come on little guy. We still got a long drive to the family cabin.” Dave gently put his little brother on the floor, guiding him to his parked car. It was a huge Jeep, and although it was a tight fit for the goliath that was Dave, Jack thought he didn’t look much better than a toddler in the big seat. With a grin Dave picked up a few of the used custom made condoms littering the floor, the smell of thick cum radiating from the used rubbers. “Sorry bro, you know how horny the gym guys get seeing me throw around iron many times heavier than their body weights.” Dave said, softly letting out a reminiscing chuckle. Jack could imagine, considering how many times he had jerked off to videos of all the college jocks that had once ruled the campus now begging for his brothers supreme manhood and manly muscles. The rest of the car ride was largely silent, apart from a few occasions where Jack couldn’t help himself and smelled the ripe essence of masculinity radiating from Dave’s sweaty gym top. Jack could hardly tame his excitement when a few minutes later that got the big man to throw off his tank top and sweater, which besides freeing the deep musk, also gave Jack an excellent view of the sweat running in between the stud’s ripped 8-pack. After a few more hours of Jack being painfully hard while studying the every movement rippling through the giant’s arm while steering they finally arrived at the family’s outhouse. Dave was looking forward to all of the family being in awe of continued growth. His nerdy little brother was going to attend Harvard after the summer, and the weak nerd had been all the family would talk about for years. But after his ‘growth spurt’ and beefing out most of the family was far more interested in Dave’s bicep size rather than some nerdy achievement. “We’re gonna be sharing a room. You won’t mind staying out during the day, right little bro? I’ve got my ‘urges’ to take care off…” Dave said with a widering grin. Jack just nodded. Who was he to get in the way off his massive brother’s jerk off sessions. The two walked on inside, Dave carrying both of their heavy bags with ease in just one hand. AThe other hand was twisting a small golden ring that he had in his pocket. It had a bright green gem, it’s shine somewhat diminished by the fact it was coated in a sleek layer of the pre cum that was constantly leaking out of his gargantuan cock. He turned the ring in his hands a few more times, considering if he should wear it for a few more minutes so he could grow past the big 7 feet. The magical artifact wouldn’t mind being used to keep up his illusion of a natural growth spurt, right? Dave smirked, man how his uncle had laughed at his aspiration to grow up as a big hulking brute. The frail fuck didn’t even reach his outward jutting pecs now. While his family excitedly shrieked as the big man’s big, heavy footfalls made everyone aware of his towering presence, Dave didn’t even notice the small sleek ring suddenly slipping through his fingers. Nor did he notice how it rolled across the hardwood floor, till it bumped into Jack’s shoes. And Dave was far too busy showing off his sex oozing body to the fiance of one of his cousins to notice Jack picking up the small muscle growth inducing piece of jewelry with great interest.
  7. Coach in Control. Toby’s breathing tightened, air seemed like a rare commodity, and the thick furry pecs that were pushing into his face made it the more difficult to breath. “You OK, Tobes?” A deep tremor asked, the impressive chest that was pushing into Toby’s face vibrating accordingly. Toby just nodded, letting out another soft moan while he felt the fat rigid cock taking up so much space in his ass twitch. The waterboy pressed his face even deeper into the valley of pecs surrounding his face, biting his lips while he made sure to have another inch of the monstercock stretching open his ass. Missionary sex was the best. Toby made sure he was getting the fullest experience. All the muscle, all the manliness, all the cock. Not an inch of it would be allowed to go unused. He had to make the most of this really, because he knew that after this, no experience on Grindr would compare. How could anyone measure up to a man of this size? “You better get back to stretching me open, coach.” Toby managed to murmur out between his short breaths. The stallion just grunted, picking up his pace again. Toby felt his eyes roll back, nothing felt as good his tender and tight ass being used for another man’s pleasure. Thrust after thrust filled him like no other man could. The thick biceps planted next to him to support the thick hunk for fucking him into the mattress had never looked so deliciously beefy. Toby’s bliss increased even more when he suddenly found Coach’s tongue invading his mouth, the man’s soft stubble prickling nicely into his face. The waterboy could even smell the protein from the coach's last shake tainting his breath. It smelled nice, and not just because Toby knew that was the shake that had transformed the coach from his former drooping middle aged self to his current status as a muscle stud. The small and tender waterboy could feel the big manhood throb and pulsate inside him menacingly. The muscular behemoth was on the cusp of orgasm. Toby didn’t blame him, they had been going at it for what felt like the last hour straight. The slender waterboy let the cock stay in his tight ass for a moment longer, before pulling it out with a plop. “What the…” Coach mumbled, pleasure still hazing his mind. Toby eagerly pulled off the condom. It was soaked in the constant stream of pre leaking out of coach’s cock. Without much further warning Toby placed his small hands on the gargantuan throbbing manhood. He barely even got to complete a single stroke before it exploded. And explode it did, jizz shooting out of like a firehose. It wasn’t long before Toby, and the rest of the room, was coated in a thick layer of the other man’s cum. He liked licking his lips clean, the salty taste reminded him of the coach’s lips. The orgasm subsided, and the pair panted for a moment. It was only after a minute Toby noticed he had also shot his load, but it was considerably more humble in comparison, his average cock leaking dripping just a few drops. “Something tells me it won’t be so hard settling into your new life as a hung and muscular coach, sir.” Toby murmured, looking at the exquisite specimen of human masculinity in front of him with a longing gaze. He hadn’t signed up for any of this when he had barged into the coach’s office two hours ago to make another report of disrespectful behaviour from the college football jocks. But he certainly wasn’t gonna complain about getting to witness the coach’s transformation into a bull made for lifting and fucking. The coach chuckled, gliding his hand through the new canyons that made up his chest. His own muscles felt hard like granite, and if he wasn’t being careful, his new favourite body part would grow to its salami sized granite state too. The big man strutted over to his desk, his oversized cock and testerone overflowing balls slapping against his mighty tights with a meaty slap. He grabbed the tub of protein powder from Hunkify that had fueled his own transformation into a powerful brick house of muscle. “Not big enough yet?” Toby asked with a slightly bemused tone while looking at the coach mixing up another shake. A snarky follow up comment dying in his throat when his nostrils were invaded by the coach’s deep musk. “Oh, I’m big enough alright.” Coach said with a chuckle, his whole demeanor slowly shifting away from his shy pudgy persona into something more formidable. The coach grabbed the finished shake and walked right up close to Toby, enjoying how much he towered over him with his powerful muscularity. “I just gotta have an equally big football captain...” Coach said with a smirk. Toby had downed the thick shake faster than any other men could have. He could say he was enticed by putting the unbearable set of football jocks in their place. And make them lick his feet after years of taking the waterboy for granted. But really he just wanted to be able to be fucked by the coach without the big man holding back. As he saw his own lithe muscularity pop up and inflate at an rapidly accelerating pace, he knew that goal wasn't far out of reach.
  8. Improving the Force. Like most things in his life, being jailed didn’t faze Antonio in the slightest. The Greek stud couldn’t recall the last time he had been scared of anything, it came with having muscles that could deadlift most cars. As expected, the dimly lit cell hadn’t raised his heartbeat a bit, he was just waiting till either his immense wealth or a phone call from his powerful father would set him free again. With slightly annoyed expression tainting his handsome face he had to admit that his friends had been right in saying the USA wasn’t worth visiting. Apparently strutting around in nothing but a speedo, showing off his juicy pecs and ripped eight pack, was enough to get you thrown into a jail cell. To be fair, Antonio’s extremely formidable greek sausage had been spilling out quite a bit of the straining garment. But how was it his fault the makers of the Speedo hadn’t anticipated someone so extraordinary hung would be waltzing around in their feeble piece of clothing. “Public indecency my ass, they’re probably just jealous their weak, frail and tiny dicked bodies don’t compare.” Antonio said with a snort. All the girls abandoning their husbands as they got a glimpse of what a real man looked like, eyeing Antonio’s hunky body, probably hadn’t made him the most popular man in the city. And everyone spontaneously orgasming whenever they placed a hand on one of his steel like muscles or low hanging fat cock, might have aggravated enough twerps that one was enough of a loser to file a police report. Antonio sighed, he couldn’t wait to be back in Europe. At least there the prudes knew to keep their mouths shut when the Greek stud was swaggering around obscenely. “Antonio Ambrosia?” A thin, nascally voiced, police officer asked. The Greek hunk just rolled his eyes. In a just world, men like Antonio would have every inch of their bodies worshipped by men as shrimpish as this officer, not be locked up by them. Alpha’s deserved all the respect this twerps could muster in his boney body. “Am I free to go?” Antonio’s deep voice enquired, slightly grinning at the officer’s meek hardon while the frail man glanced at the stud’s unbelievable body with disbelief. “Yes. No. Uhm, Yes, you are free to leave, but there is a certain… Condition.” Antonio placed his thick hands on his wide back, relishing at the way his biceps blew up in size whenever he inadvertently flexed them. He knew where this was probably heading. Back in Greece a few police officers had arrested him for nonsensical reasons too, with the only way out likely involving their pleasure depraved wives and Antonio’s legendary manhood. “We want to test the new ‘MR’ project. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. It should help prevent similar incidents from happening in the future” The meek man mumbled, trailing every inch of Antonio’s lewd body with a hungry expression. The stallion shrugged. It wasn’t ‘fucking your way through a set of hot wives’ levels of fun, but he didn’t mind. He’d test their little project if it’d get him out of the damp cell and back into the sunlight, where his muscles could be put to good use tanning. Maybe it was time to head back to Greece and enjoy being treated as an Alpha should be. “Fine. Whatever. Just hurry it up.” Antonio said, scratching an itch deep in between the valley of size and manly beef making up his chest. The police officer walked into the cell with eager excitement. His boney fingers quickly pulled out an old looking device and applied a few wires to Antonio’s immense frame, the greek god made sure to flex whatever muscle the little man touched, the combined expression of lust and awe never failed to amuse him. Lesser men were the greatest toys. Antonio watched with some intrigue while the officer tapped away at his machine, the “Project MR” logo plastered all over the device. “What’s ‘MR’ an acronym for anyways.” The rich stud asked, though not really all that interested. He really just wanted to get out of here and stretch some holes open, it had been hours since he had been been able to drain his bull sized balls, a new record for him. “Muscle Redistribution.” The police officer said with an unsettling grin. Antonio suddenly felt a small shock go through his body, shaking his tall and immeasurably hot frame. His vision slowly turned black and he felt awfully tired. While his heavy body dropped to the ground he saw a weird horrifying sight. It was probably nothing more than the sleep intruding on him, but Antonio could have sworn his pecs had looked a less impressive. His arms thinner. His bulge less impressive. A wave of sleep washed over him before he got time to consider any of those things however. ----------- Antonio woke up with a groan. He kept his booze fairly well, and wondered how much he had to have drunk to have a headache this throbbing. He rubbed his small tender hand over his head, letting out a small, high pitched moan as he felt his tiny morning wood into his thin thighs. Wait, that wasn’t right. Small tender hands? High pitched voice? Tiny dick? Antonio let out a squeak as he caught sight of himself in mirror on one of the cell walls. Gone were his muscles. His size. His handsomeness. His commanding presence. He looked even scrawnier than the police officer who had done this to him. He’d say his sexiness was gone too, but as he felt his his sensitive bubbly butt he had to admit he was radiating a different kind of sexiness now. He looked like one of those guys he used to drill into the mattress when all the girls were still recovering from taking his meaty battering ram. Another moan died in his throat as the newly small twink looked at the other side of the cell. The police officer seemed to have undergone the exact opposite transformation. His new big feet stood spread far apart as a set of tree trunk thighs forced his legs to spread. His chest was wide and large enough he’d never fit easily through another door again. Antonio got the huge man’s attention after audibly swallowing while taking in the mouth watering size of the former twerp’s new cum cannon. “What did you do.” Antonio asked, not quite able to stop rubbing himself while he took in the handsome stud’s thick muscles. The smell emanating from him alone was intoxicating. The officer chuckled, his voice a new vibrato. “Made sure no one in this town ever indecently shows off again. I mean, when they’ve got a titan like me strutting around, who outsizes all guy’s in every conceivable way, who would think of cockily swaggering around in nothing but an ill fitting speedo?” The policeman said with a widening smirk, bouncing his muscles so it was clear just how huge he was. It was not like Antonio could forget for a moment the wealth of muscle adorning this new hunk. He found his mind rather occupied with that, rather than stressing out about losing his own incredible body. “I’m sorry I had to steal your size little guy. You should be honoured you got this chance to strengthen the force though.” The officer said with a sympathetic grin. The new stallion tried his best to fit into his police uniform, suddenly finding the formerly loose hanging clothing suddenly awfully tight. His new supreme manhood was especially bothersome, there seemed to be no way to shove his erect member into his pants. “I can help the force out in a few more ways too.” Antonio softly whispered, pushing the meaty pre leaking member down his tight throat.
  9. Strange Changes “Bzzz” the phone chirped. Mark grudgingly opened his eyes, wondering who could be sending him text messages at 6am. His nerdy ass certainly wasn’t the most popular around. Knowing he wasn’t gonna get more sleep anyways, Mark opened message. “Morning cutie. Just got back from my run.” It read. Attached was a selfie from the finest, thickest, most muscular man Mark had laid his eyes upon all week. Instantly Mark felt himself bone up, looking at the studs outward jutting pecs and veiny, beefy arms. Arms that could put quite a few bodybuilders to shame. Mark was fully ready to jerk off to this fine, masculinity oozing, specimen when he noticed who sent the picture. It was Chris from his courses. Nerdy Chris. Thin Chris. Geeky Chris, who spent all his spare time in the comic book store, and not, as this hot picture of a jocky behemoth would suggest, lifting the heaviest weights in the gym. Most people would perhaps assume the picture was a joke. That there was no way Chris could have simply gained a hundred and fifty pounds overnight. Mark however, was not like most people. And not just because of his far below average height and shrimpish body. Mostly because he was friends with a reality bending wizard. Mark bit his lips, gazing a second longer at the picture’s masculine perfection before clicking over to one of his other contacts. “I told you not to mess galactic balance, shithead.” Mark typed out, memories of Chris failing to lift up his backpack sharply contrasting the image of the muscular adonis he had must been sent. While he waited for a reply, Mark went back to gazing at the handsome smirk adorning Chris’ face, a face beautiful enough to get Mark’s attention away from looking at the powerful body it was sitting on for a few seconds. He always went back to staring at those pecs with a hungry stare however. “Shit. Did I mess with something again?” Carlos, Mark’s friend, finally replied. “Don’t try to play innocent. It’s Chris, he went from a scrawny twerp to a thick stud that calls me ‘cutie’.” “Well. Wasn’t me. You don’t remember Chris as our local porn star who’s fucked his way through nearly half of the campus?” Mark recalled the way Chris had been shyly stumbling through the halls yesterday, blushing and mumbling whenever he had the misfortune of walking into someone. “No.” Was Mark’s only reply. “Hm, can you find anyone else acting or looking out of the ordinary?” Carlos asked. Mark thought for a deep moment. He could hear the female moans of pleasure coming from his older brothers room vibrate throughout the house. The stud probably had another girl to ride his massive muscular shaft. He could see his neighbour mowing the grass outside, his bodybuilder sized physique in full display while his muscles shone with a shimmering layer of sweat. He could see the mailman swaggering down the road, his muscular arms bursting out of their seams. He had packages on top of packages stacked on his wide shoulders while people swooned whenever they opened the door for him. Mark remembered all of these people as studs, but now that he was thinking about it, it did seem rather odd to have this many super studs walking around in their small town which didn’t even have a gym. “I’m… Not sure.” Mark replied, his modest boner pressing into his thin thigh with insistence. It seemed all three studs surrounding his house were now taking care of their urges. A deep intense musk of sex and pleasure filling the air. “I think you are just imagining things man. Next you’re gonna say you don’t remember yourself as the weightlifting champion of our college.” Mark chuckled. At first because he thought his friend was making a great sarcastic joke. Nobody would think for a second Mark’s twig like body could be that of a weightlifter. Then he chuckled again, a few seconds later, in a much deep voice. Now it was because of the absurdity of for a second thinking his body, where his arms tended to bump into his steel like pecs with his every motion, didn't belong to someone who threw around great weights with ease. “Hagaha I ghuyss dso” Mark replied, his thick digits far too big for his phone’s tiny keyboard. Mark suddenly found the whole discussion about finding out who was messing with the fabric of spacetime a rather boring affair, and wanted to quickly get back to exchanging pics of their godly bodies with Chris. Comparing pec sizes was Mark’s favourite pastime. Mark smiled as he saw Carlos sent him a slew of hot videos of tiny twinks getting monstercocks shoved down their throats. He was such a good friend he likely knew taking care of morning wood each morning took quite a bit of effort. Even though the ten inch monsters these pornstars were sporting often didn’t compare to the mammoth sized rod Mark had swinging between his thick thighs (Not to mention their often average bodies not coming close to dense sinew of muscle making up Mark.) The muscle stud still appreciated the stimulation it provided. If nothing else, it just got him horny thinking about how much better he could please these permanently horny twinks. -------------- Carlos took a deep breath of fresh air when he finally saw Mark go offline. Carlos was glad the big man’s primal urges were doing their job in clouding his judgement. Beefing up Mark had been an improvisation. Carlos silently cursed under his breath, having such a beefcake walking around as a friend was going to be distracting. But what else was he supposed to do, admit he had done the one thing he had promised not to do? Messing with lives, making a stud out of everyone he considered worthy? Carlos bit his lips. These powers had been rather much of hassle so far. With great power comes great responsibility and all that. The frail nerd was scared he had just taken away his one clear voice of conscious by turning him into a permanently horny muscle hunk. Then he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His sunken face. His boney shoulders. His thin frame. There was no harm in bending the universe a little more to his whims, right?
  10. The guys on the left/right are the Vinci twins. Unfortunately they have since deleted their Instagram, where this pic was likely first posted, so it's no longer possible to find out who they tagged. Did a reverse image search but couldn't find anything. I hope someone else happens to know because I have no idea.
  11. The Underwear Run. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Andrew asked in his nasally voice. Max looked at his three runty friends, standing in nothing but their boxers, a bit quizzically. He nodded no, still unsure if the scrawny nerds were pulling his leg. The two pale and thin geeks next to Andrew were softly mumbling among themselves. Max could faintly make out the enchantment they had been mumbling all week about ‘bathing in the light of the blood moon’ and ‘running laps three around the house of better men.’ Max had seen the spell in the old tome, and was sure if this wasn’t a prank from his friends, it was probably a cruel joke from the campus jocks. I mean, who believed that magic could turn you into a muscular stud? “I’ll pass, thanks. Have fun being branded as weirdo’s for while while you run around naked.” Max said with a soft chuckle. “Nearly naked.” Andrew corrected, riding the bridge of his glasses back up his nose. Max thought that the lack of any bulge whatsoever revealed more about Andrew than seeing his pitiful completely naked form probably could show off. “Alright, your loss.” Andrew said with a shrug, his boney shoulders looking ghostly as the walked out doors Max couldn’t recall the last time he had seen his weak friends being so desperate. ------------------ Max could hear his friends approach from quite the distance before they stepped back into the living room a few minutes later. “Did you see Stacey ogle over these pecs.” “Fuck no man, she was totally looking barely contained salami.” “Right guys, Hate to break it to you, but she was totally swooning over my good looks.” That earned a bouldering laughter from all three men as Max saw them strut back into the living room. It was clear whatever spell they had tried, it hadn’t done shit. They still looked like young american gods of sexiness and size. “Back already?” Max asked meekly, feeling his modest penis jump seeing the three virile muscle hunks that were ballooning out of their skin and out of their only garment. “Yeah. The magic thingy did fuck all.” Andy said, throwing a cocky grin at the way Max was swooning at their nearly nude legendary bodies. The three studs swaggered over to the large mirror standing in the living room. They never wasted a moment they could be checking out their sick ‘gainz.’ “Was pretty fun running around campus nearly nude though. Got plenty of guys trying to dent these steel like bi’s. Fuck this one guy shot his load right in front of his girlfriend while he tried out how solid Andy’s abs were.” Another one of the super studs chirped in. All three big men had to adjust their extremely formidable packages simultaneously at the mention of the encounter. Max had known his friends long enough that he knew they loved nothing more than proving their superiority over other men. God, with bodies like theirs, who wouldn’t. “Shit man, your monster is still hanging out of your gym shorts.” Andy said with a chuckle, grabbing the meaty shaft of his fellow muscle hunk with a grin. “And your tongue is still hanging out of those hot lips of yours.” Was all he got a reply before the two went in for a kiss. Max tried pulling his gaze away but had some difficulty. One the one hand, he wanted to give his friends the privacy they deserved, on the other hand, seeing the urgency of their heated making out session, their muscles rubbing into each other, it wasn’t a sight you’d find much elsewhere. “C’mon guys, you know how I feel about being left out.” The last ripped and hot guy in the room said with a chuckle, slowly tracing Andy’s skin with his tongue. It wasn’t long before the living room was filled with groans and moans of the fit super studs as they whispered just how sensitive their big muscles were. “We’ll take this to our room.” Andy said while softly biting on his equal’s lips. The other two greek gods quickly escaped into the big bedroom. Laughter and groans of pleasure followed them, as well as the gurlging noises that could only follow from their massive shafts straining open one of their throats. Andy waited for a moment, looking at Max with a slightly guilty expression. “I’d invite you as well, but you know how… Aggressive we can get. I don’t think your shrimpy body could handle us. No offence.” Max tried gently smiling, he’d be content just jerking off to the noises of pleasure coming through the thin walls while they desribed their immense muscularity and supreme manhoods in the most excruciating detail. “You can have some fun with these though…” Andy mumbled, throwing him his stretched out boxer briefs. It was stained by the constant stream of pre escaping Andy’s sublime body. Max could swear for a moment he saw ‘Andrew’ imprinted into the fabric. He blinked a few times, till he saw the letters move and spell out ‘Andy. Was probably just his head spinning after getting his first whiff of the studs manly musk, because Max couldn’t recall the last time someone had called the fine specimen by his birth name. Andy was just more respectful for a hunk like him. “There. Now, you won’t have to steal a pair for a change.” Andy said with a widening grin, making Max’s cheeks burn scarlet. They were almost as bright red as the blood moon shining from outside.
  12. (Pic and inspiration provided by @ABSQRST. You can see what he wrote for a pic I gave to him here.) Resisting Temptation. "Why did he have to choose chocolate chip." Nick said with a groan. Much to his own displeasure Nick couldn't stop his big hand from going into the roll of cookies again, retrieving another sugary snack. As much as hated how little command he had over his desires, he was at least glad he had a bit more control of his muscularity now. No more crushing cookies to bits above the new deep crevices of his abs. Nick held one of the cookies up close to his eye, licking his lips while savouring it's scent. It looked normal enough. A bit doughy perhaps, the pieces of chocolate sticking out with a mouthwatering look. It was the second tastiest snack in the room, right behind the newly grown thick piece of manly muscles Nick had been turned into. Nick wanted to throw it down his hatch, but hesitated for a moment. That one cookie was probably just as expensive as all the things in his small college dorm combined. Shouldn't he feel a bit guilty about stealing so many of them? Nick shrugged, your conscious was there to be ignored, and threw another one of the cookies down his square jawed maw. He scratched the manly scruff coating his chin while his face formed a widening grin, it wasn't like his rich roommate would really miss a few thousand bucks more or less. The big stud savoured the sweet taste while he munched it down. Of course, just tasting good wasn't what gave it it's exorbitant price. As he could feel liquid power beginning to pump through his veins it became quite clear why this roll of cookies was special. Nick just grunted, bawling his fist and making the veins on his arms pop. It had always started in his arms. Sinews breaking down and rebuilding. Bigger and stronger. The feeling of growing bigger, of having muscles expand, it is quite something. Especially if you were like nerdy Nick and had been used to being the runt wherever he went. Seeing his already beefy arms growing even bigger every second... "Fuck." Nick growled eyeing with lust how his already baseball sized biceps grew to footballs of steel. The powerful throbbing feeling spread through all of Nick’s body, pushing his muscles bigger, manlier and more virile. It felt like he was inflating like a balloon, each part of him just bulged and jutted out more and more. Well, if balloons were tough like iron and handsome enough to make anyone swoon. Nick let out another groan and slowly felt the feeling of growth subside. He felt a bit breathless, noticing for the first time the deep stink emanating from his armpits that was attacking his nostrils. It reeked like a locker room. Only then many time worse, that testerone laden sweat dripping over Nick’s body was beyond compare. Nick despised the smell for a moment, before suddenly finding himself in love with his new natural odor. Something about smelling like a man while he looked like this super stud just felt right. With a newfound energy Nick jumped up from his chair, strutting over to the small mirror they had in the cramped dorm. He enjoyed how even his feet looked bigger, even the size 14 shoes of his roommate would look small next to these overgrown feet. Nick couldn’t help but grin at his reflection, tracing all the new mass on his body with a single thick digit. He could even feel his skin pulse and throb with a certain kind of powerful virility. His pale skin had been replaced with a healthy tan and he looked ready to dominate on the beach. Thoughts of a summer filled with many sexual exploits filled Nick with great excitement. His roommate would definitely be first, the rich jock had it coming, and Nick would be more than happy to indulge in his fetish for powerful, masculinity overflowing men. Men like Nick now was, especially after this latest growth spurt. Realy the preppy jock had it coming. I mean, what idiot goes through the bother of smuggling in that now banned ‘Hunkify’ muscle growth serum, carefully concealing it in a roll of cookies while brining it in from Europe, only to then leave it unattendedly lying around? Nick bounced his pecs, ogling at the way the muscle contracted with glee. He knew exactly what kind of idiot his roommate was. The kind that would ever think of sharing that roll of serum laced cookies with the whole football team, rather than just claiming it for himself at the first opportunity. Nick smirked, looking at how his tighty whities had gotten very true to their name after munching down his latest cookie. His mandarin sized balls hung apologetically free in between his thighs, no longer capable of being constrained. With how packed his bulge was looking at the front, Nick guessed with wouldn’t be long before his thick salami sized cock, would break free as well. Well, his roommate fixation on turning the football team into state champs might have costed him his chance at godhood, at least he’d have the fun of living together with the the sexiest piece of beef on campus. Nick slowly ran his big mittens over his tree trunk thighs, reveling in how powerful his legs felt. There’d be no more getting winded from just walking up stairs, that was for sure. Although Nick hadn’t anticipated any of this when he had grabbed the roll of inconspicuous looking chocolate chip cookies from out of his roomie’s drawers, he certainly wasn’t gonna complain. Speaking of the those cookies… Nick strutted back to his bed, enjoying how his muscular thighs and very formidable package rubbed together. He still had half of the ridiculously expensive sweets left. Also about half an hour before his roomie would get back. He was bringing his teammates to their room, probably so they could finally enjoy the smuggled in dose of Hunkify together. Boy, were they gonna be in for a surprise. Without much conscious thought Nick felt his hand disappear into the cookie roll again, and before he knew it, he was enjoying the sweet chocolate taste. “Shit.” Nick mumbled, already feeling his body throb and swell. One more probably wouldn’t hurt. Two might be fine too. If it’d get to that point, three more would really be his last. Maybe four, if he really was having that much trouble caging up his desires for the sweet taste and the feelings of his muscles expanding with size and power. Nick licked the last cookie crumbles from his lips, looking with joy at how much trouble he was having seeing past his pecs. He kinda wished he could see the cock that had finally broken free from the humble garment though. The new muscle god looked at the roll of cookies again. He should definitely leave one or two. He’d have to size up his roommate if he wanted him to be able to handle Nick’s horny fucking after he was fully done growing. Nick growled, his hard, pre leaking, cock slapping into his tightening abs with a meaty thud. He could just about feel another row being added to his six pack, the grooves and edges only getting sexier on his body. Resisting his temptation to munch down the whole roll of cookies in one go was gonna be hard.
  13. The New Guy. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the latest towering piece of meat to strut into the campus locker rooms. His breathing was low and heavy as he walked in sweaty and fulfilled after a workout. While I changed my own lithe body into my gymnastics gear I made sure to steal as many careful glances as I could. Something about the way how this filled manly muscles sat under his skin made him irresistible. It was probably just that he had the most massive set of arms I could see winning any wrestling match easily. They rather easily stole my attention. He stripped down till nothing but his boxers remained. Of course, this man was looking as virile as he was looking powerful. I’d say the bulge he in his sweat stained briefs was but only proportionate to his height and muscularity, but that’d be doing a disservice to the meaty salami that looked ready to tear apart to strained garment. The stallion, who seemed made for lifting and fucking, swaggered over to the mirror, bouncing his muscles with an expression of sincere glee. He gave a scratch at his meaty outward jutting pecs, they weren’t the most ripped in the world, but he didn’t need them to be to exclaim power and sex. My feet moved on their own. I simply had to get a closer look. Luckily for me this powerful stud was to obsessed with looking at his own gains to notice my ogling. Under his breath I could hear him mumble names of guys he’d make clean out his musky armpits with their tongue as a form of retribution. Considering all those names were just from lowlife bully’s barely half this behemoths weight I wondered how they would have been ever been able to make this hunk upset. It was only after I audibly moaned and gasped seeing him do a most muscular flex that he finally became aware of my presence. He looked a bit shy. I found that a bit odd, I doubted I was the first guy to pop a boner to seeing his magnificent body in nothing but an ill fitting boxer. “Hi.” He said meekly, his voice clapping like a deep rumbling thunder across the empty changing room. If that manly beard of his wasn’t covering up as much of his square jawline, I might have been able to see his cheeks burn an embarrassed scarlet. “Fuck man…” I said, slightly winded and out of breath from the intense salty musk radiating from this stud. I placed my small hands on one of his warm muscles. They still felt wet and coated with sweat. “Don’t stop your show.” I mumbled The stud didn’t need to be told twice. He was back to flexing and showing off in no time. I loved the way sinews hardened and bulged wherever I placed my hands. The way I could feel the already marble like muscles turn into steel whenever he flexed them. Clearly having a set of hands to worship him was increasing his own enjoyment. I recognised the glinstering in his eyes too. It was the sparkle of realisation within a man becoming aware now occupies the upper epsilons of the tower of masculinity. He tried to hide his surprise at just how gargantuan he was, but his awed expression was doing a pretty bad job at covering it up. I was no idiot. I had heard the rumours about coach testing out some new stuff he planned on using the football team on a few forgettable nerds. I had also seen the new massive bodies throwing around a few hundred pounds of weights in the gym each week, each one more massive than the last. It wouldn’t take long for this latest towering stud to settle into his rhythm. He’d be having a permanent cocky smirk as he’d strut around campus in no time. As I heard the sounds of sounds of underwear ripping, and saw the studs meaty manhood slowly fighting for freedom, I thought I may have the honour of draining his overflowing balls yet. Someone was gonna have to teach these new super studs how to facefuck their twinks into submission, and I wouldn’t mind if it was me for the third time this month.
  14. Short thing I originally posted on my tumblr, before it was decided those thick pecs were too lewd to keep around. Overexcited. “Sorry coach, might have gotten a little too enthusiastic with that muscle boosting powder you let me test.” Jason's deep voice rumbled. Jason, who was the team’s scrawny water boy two days ago, now struggles to get the team’s Jersey over his newly grown muscular chest. His outward jutting pecs are just too meaty to be constrained. “Are you sure the uniform you gave me is the largest size available? My back is too wide for the jersey, and that crotch cup you gave me… Well, let’s just say that the powder is fixing every part of me that was small before.” The jock continued with a chuckle, he didn't even need to grab his bulging crotch for the coach's eyes to be drawn to it. The coach blushes at the mention of Jason's already legendary thick cock. He softly mumbles he can order an XXXL uniform online and pay out of his own pocket, Jason will just have to take it slow with growing any bigger if he doesn’t also want to outgrow that one. “Haha, glad you still got your sense of humour, coach.” Jason said with a smirk while he gives a slap on his coaches back, nearly knocking all air out of the big man. "Because you and I both know I’m not gonna stop taking any of that muscle growing powder till I have made the entire campus into my bitch.” As Jason downs his 5th protein shake filled with the powder that morning, the coach began to wonder if giving the schools loser the body of a god had been his brightest idea. Thoughts interrupted by Jason’s moaning as his muscles swelled and became rounder, thicker, denser, and impossibly more powerful. He was already the biggest man on the team, biggest player in the state was next if he continued ballooning with mass. Well, whether he had created a growth obsessed, narcissistic, sex craving, giant or not, it didn’t really matter. Wining the cup this year mattered, and any team with Jason on it was going to be hard to oppose.
  15. Nerdy Retribution. Silas felt the blood drain from his face when the door of the door on the campus bathroom smacked open and Jeff strutted in. Silas knew he should have heard Big Jeff coming, the loud thudding of his large feet was a noise hard to miss. Silas had done his best to avoid the towering hunk after he heard the rumours Jeff’s late growth spurt had taken him from a small meek nerd Silas had loved to torment to an titan of size and strength. Going by the grin on Jeff’s face as he spotted the terrified former bully, it seemed his dance of avoidance had to end here. “Sil! Long time no see.” The new stud said with a smirk. Silas felt his mouth go dry. The rumours of Jeff’s new size had not been overstated in the slightest. His superman shirt, that last week had been hanging over his frame, now hugged into his muscularity incredibly tightly, hiding little off the all the muscles that were cramped underneath. The outward jutting pecs, the ripped set of abs, the beefy arms. Silas knew his own football jock build was nothing compared to the behemoth of power and size that was now Jeff. “H-hi... J-J-Jeff.” Silas mumbled, looking with slight terror at the fur coated biceps that were bursting out of Jeff’s shirt. Silas felt his heartbeat jump through the roof as the former geek took a few steps forward, bumping into what had been the big man on campus just a few days ago. The jock got barely a millisecond to relish in the feeling of the oversized steel like muscles pressing into his before he lost his balance and fell to the floor. “Sorry.” Jeff said, in the most insincere tone Silas could imagine. “You are awfully hard to keep track off, with that smaller body and all.” He added, with a widening grin. Silas knew his place. It was best not to upset someone with pecs the size of your head. “It’s no problem.” Silas mumbled, shuffling back on to his feet. Jeff took a few more strides to one of the urinals. Silas couldn’t help but watch on in envy as another new campus rumour was proven right in front of his eyes. The cock Jeff grabbed out of his pants was an enormous tool, hanging thick and heavy halfway down his thighs, with orange sized balls to boot. Even the steam of piss coming out of it seemed mightier than that of a normal man. Silas briefly wondered how a dick he had ridiculed just last month in the gym locker rooms for it’s small size had grown into one of the largest manhoods he had ever seen seemingly overnight before Jeff’s deep vibrato pulled away his attention again. “You know, I’ve been meaning to find and have a chat with you for a while.” Jeff grinned. “Cheerleading and gymnastic team pulled away my attention for the last few weeks, they’re a needy bunch.” The big man continued, shaking his oversized tool with a soft chuckle. “But now that I’ve caught you, I should probably thank you.” Silas’ eyebrow rose. Thank him? Not beat him to pulp? “If it weren’t for your constant bullying I wouldn’t have had any motivation to perfect my serum.” Jeff said with a grin. The big man shook his mammoth cock a few more times, either to get out the last few drips or to show off to Silas just how meaty and thick it was, before stuffing it back in his trousers, making a prominent bulge. Jeff stepped up to the sink, washing the thick digits that probably rivaled the size of lesser men’s cocks. “As you can see, what I ended up cooking up after you gave me little your speech about how my runty body was never gonna please anyone in the bedroom, it was quite the success.” The big man used his still wet hands to fix his hair a little, it did not take much work to make his square and stubbled face look handsome. He then balled up his bicep in a flex, something Silas at first took as another way to show just how much bigger he was than his former tormenter, but then Silas spotted the phone, he was just taking a picture for his already viral going Instagram. Jeff turned to the dethroned jock. Silas was sure it was coming now, he was finally gonna be beat into the floor... Instead Jeff gave him a gentle pat on the head. “So, thank for the motivation, little guy.” The new alpha of the campus was nearly out of the bathroom before he halted one final time. “Oh, and Sil?” Jeff asked, not even bothering turning around. “Next time I run into you in the campus bathroom’s I expect you to be on your knees, ready to drain my overflowing balls, within seconds. Alright?” The big man closed the door behind him. He didn’t need a reply, the cute hard-on Silvas had been sporting the moment he had laid eyes on the muscle stud had given a louder reply than the jock himself ever could have.
  16. You shouldn't feel the need to apologise man, even Elongro doesn't take precedence over enjoying the start of spring. Glad we're getting a new part soon though, that last one was hot!
  17. Movie Night “Man that Shazam guy looked like a twig. I’m leagues above that punk and I barely qualify as a superhero.” Amir said, softly chuckling as he and his best friend walked out of the movie theatre. People quickly moved out of the way for the towering hunk and his lithe companion. Leo would have enjoyed the attention he and Amir got but his own eyes were firmly fixed on the way the stallion’s outward jutting gigantic pecs bounced and twitched with every word that came out of his mouth. “I’m surprised you paid attention to the film. Thought the girl choking on your cock would keep you occupied.” Leo mumbled, wistfully thinking he had been the one that got to have the massive meaty shaft down his throat for two hours straight. “I can multitask.” The lumbering giant said with a grin, rearranging his formidable bulge at the memory of the hot girl who had gone from making out with her wimpy boyfriend to servicing matt’s throbbing member within a few minutes. “Besides, I’ve been this big for what, six months now? Once you’ve had one bimbo wrapped around your monstercock, moaning about the immensity of your muscle mass, it loses some of the fun.” Amir said with a shrug, people having to move out of the way because of the width of his cascading shoulders. Leo, in awe that his 6’0 frame barely got him at eyehight with Amir’s steel like pecs, didn’t think anyone in the world would have adjusted so well to growing into peak male perfection as well as Amir had. He had done it with such a casual demeanor, it was like his formerly sickly friend was always meant to be a dominating super stud who fought crime in his spare time. The way he always threw cocky grins to even the biggest bodybuilders as they goggled with jealousy at the way those oversized muscles moved under Amir’s paper thin skin, Leo would almost forget this was the guy that had been afraid to undress in the city gym in fear of his wimpy body being mocked just last year. “Oh. And besides the hero looking like a runt, they got quite a few other things wrong about the superhero lifestyle too.” Amir said thoughtfully, scratching an itch on his back, making his t-shirt ride up his chest and reveal the first few rows of his shredded ten pack to the world. Leo quietly hoped Amir would give him an exact account again of how he would have had the villian down his knees, begging for Amir’s supersized superhero body before the start of the second act, like he had done when they had rewatched some Marvel flicks and Amir had aired his balls shortly after his transformation into a godly hero. “Like, where we are the girls and guys throwing themselves at him while he was trying to save the city? Fuck, these days people show up to bank robberies of all places because they know I get horny as fuck after smothering baddies into my crotch.” Amir said with a smirk. Leo felt himself bone up at the mention of Amir’s ‘heroic’ exploits. He had jerked off countless of times to the footage of BeefBull’s valiant fight against MuscleManiac while the later tried to blow up the city for the third time that week. The way Bull thoroughly put the MuscleManiac in his place by showing off just how little his size compared to Bull’s manliness, on every front, always made for the best jerk off fuel. He was a bit surprised no one else had been able to draw a connection between some skinny twerp blowing up to godly proportions and the emergence of BeefBull, fighter of justice. It was a small town with a big new inhabitant but putting two and two together seemed to be impossible. “Ah shit.” Amir groaned, grabbing his ringing ‘work’ phone out of his pocket. “BeefBull here. Hmh. I see. Yes, Mr. Mayor, I’ll be right there.” Amir tried putting up his best disappointed expression, but Leo knew the stud loved being whisked away because his divine body was needed some place. “Emergency?” Leo asked. Amir nodded. “College cheerleading team who is dangerously horny. Gonna make sure they get their hormones back in check.” Amir grabbed the sausage his jeans was trying so hard to contain and give it a slight squeeze for emphasis. As if Leo hadn’t been ogling the oversized salami with a watering mouth already. Leo watched as Amir jumped and shoot a few hundred feet into the air, flying away to his next source of pleasure. It was if he had never been there, well besides his big size 17 feet deeply marked into the pavement, as well as his reeking smell of course. Leo walked on home, letting out two quiet prayers. For the first, he hoped that the video’s of Amir’s upcoming fuck fest would find their way onto pornhub sooner rather than later. And for the second, Leo hoped that whatever force had given Amir the body that oozed masculinity out of every orifice, would soon relent and make the still small nerd the god’s sidekick. He couldn’t imagine a greater honour than fighting side by side and refreshing the condoms during the marathon fuck sessions of BeefBull.
  18. Before the Match. “Stop whining.” Brian said rather coldly after hearing the latest set of groans of pain from his friend. “It just… hurts.” Tom mumbled, rubbing his red and throbbing muscles through the wrestling singlet. Brian rolled his eyes, displeased with the spineless behavior coming from Tom. “You transformed from a skinny twig into an over 300 pound muscle hunk. What did you expect it’d feel like?” The nerd said while pushing his glasses back on the ridge of his nose. Tom shrugged his wide, mountainous shoulders. His new calloused mitten moved on to gently rub his big overdeveloped traps. The wrestling singlet dug into the hard lat meat in a way Tom found strangely pleasant. “I don’t know.” Tom mumbled, looking at his new size 15 feet. Although Tom had a few chess championships under his belt, Bran had a knack for making him feel like an idiot. “I guess I just thought it’d be more pleasu… Augh!” Tom’s new baritone was interrupted by another high-pitched scream of agony. “I thought you said I was done growing!” Tom managed to murmur out while doubling over, grabbing his new 8-pack with his bulging biceps like his life depended on it. The way his new thick pecs pressed into his arms while doing so felt alien, but sexy. “I said you were done growing in height and muscle mass.” Brian corrected with a smug smile. Tom was lucky that despite being nearly on his knees, his new towering height could still look in the mirror to see what exactly was changing this time. He could see the fabric being stretched out right at his crotch as the formerly flat area suddenly ballooned outward to accommodate a growing anaconda. “Are you gonna complain about how terrible it is your pathetic dick is growing to a piece of manhood porn stars are gonna jelly off too?” Brian said with a snide smile. Tom took a deep quavering breath while he slowly felt his balls sink lower and lower down his legs. He could understand now why Brian had insisted on wearing nothing at all beneath the singlet, this did feel… Good. Finally, the growth tapered off again. It left Tom slightly winded, and with singlet that looked like he had two oranges and an oversized cucumber stuffed into it, besides all the muscular beef spilling out of it of course. “It… It worked…?” Tom asked with a tone of disbelief, carefully bouncing his new massive pecs and letting his paw rub over his meaty sausage. He could get used this. Being a stud. The comment earned him another roll of Brian’s eyes. “Of course. Did you think I’d bet with the wrestling captain you’d have him on his back, smelling the fumes of your cum factory, within minutes otherwise? You can be such an idiot sometimes...” Tom thought making a singlet out of magic cloth that transformed the wearer permanently into a perfect wrestler mega hunk was perhaps going a bit too far for a single bet, but he knew Brian could be a bit excessive. Besides, if he won the match they both got to have wrestling team captain as their personal cock sucker for the next year. The guy was about to really regret saying that a twerp like Tom would never in a million years win a match from the top jock’s thick form. Tom thought winning would be rather easy with over eight extra pounds of solid beef he now had on the wrestling captain. His new horny body was really looking forward to turning the cocky jock into his personal cum dump, might need his services more than a few times each day. Tom felt his steel like rod grow even harder as images shot through new stud’s mind off coating the jock who had mercilessly bullied everyone he considered beneath him in layers of cum while showing just how little his puny muscles were next to Tom... Tom’s eyes blinked. He hadn’t really been an aggressive or horned up person before, but he considered it a side effect of his testosterone growing tenfold. He scratched his low hanging balls with a grin. Brian looked at the hard as steel cock planted nicely inside the ripped eight pack, barely covered through the thin fabric of the singlet with a smile. “Yeah you’re ready. Go win me a guy to suck my cock, Lil’ TomTom” The still small nerd said with a smirk. Tom grimaced. He hated that nickname. Then he remembered he now he the body to do stuff about things he didn’t like. So he tilted his head for a moment, looking at Brian with his deep gaze and subtly flexing his new insane muscularity with a grin. “I’m not gonna win you jack shit.” The new hunk said, bouncing his thick pecs till he heard Brian audibly swallow. “I’m gonna win it for me. And you best come up with a reason for me to not start treating you like the annoyingly bratty nerd you are before I’m back.” Tom’s new deep voice ordered. The stud closed the distance between them, making sure the twiggy nerd got a good smell of the deep testosterone like musk and pheromones emanating from his every orifice. And then, without any further warning, Tom grabbed his former friend by his hair and pushed him right into his new supersized crotch, looking at the hardon Brian was quickly sporting with a smile. “Just testing out my moves for later.” Tom said with a sly grin before strutting out the room. Brian laid there, coughing for a moment, trying his best to process the last hour’s events. He carried himself from the bathroom to his bedroom, anger boiling up. What right did Tom think he’d have to slap back after years of abuse? Did the dumb guy think he got to boss around his intellectual superior just because Brain had decided to bless him with a body that’d put many gods of masculinity to shame? Brian’s face pulled into a cruel grin. He still had just a small piece of the magical cloth the singlet had been made out of left. The cloth that had been the cause of Tom’s transformation into a super stud. “Probably just enough to make the bodybuilding poser.” Brian thought with a smile.
  19. Justia’s Gym: Old Dog, New Tricks. I knew the man’s type the moment he walked into the gym. The sunken shoulders. The bleak skin. The shuffling walk. The draping clothes. If you work long enough at the reception of a gym you learn to recognize the middle-aged men who life has passed by. Not many had the courage to still walk into a gym for the first time when they were fast approaching their fifties. I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for them, the office drones of the world and their sad bodies. Of course, we at Justia’s gym are all too pleased to help these men out. “What can I help with?” I said with my deep, rumbling voice. I threw the man my most gentle smile, but my massive chest, barely constrained by a string tank top, clearly intimidated the smaller man. “I’d like to buy a membership.” He said meekly, looking a bit fearful at my bulging biceps. Considering how much he had to crane his head upwards to reach the end of my towering body I guessed he was just a little below average in height. “Excellent!” I replied with a hearty chuckle that made my full pecs bounce. I tapped away on the keyboard, enjoying the pleasant kicks of my thick digits typing away. No one had noticed so far the computer was never on, the screen was a broken old model, and keyboard hadn’t been plugged in. It was just for show. Things go differently here at Justia’s. “Name?” I asked. “Frank. Frank Thaler.” He mumbled. I recognized the last name right away. Just last week we had another Thaler who had wanted to join. Probably this guy’s son. He had been a big college jock, obviously very pleased with his quarterback sized bulging athletic body. He’d been an annoying brat and I had denied him a membership, stating we only took men and women who were really serious about lifting. Being told he wasn’t big enough to get what he wanted for the first time in his life had clearly taken a toll on his ego, seeing as he now had to send his father to what he assumed would be the same fate to restore his authority. “And previous experience in the gym, Frank?” He looked embarrassed while shaking no. “I’ve seen my son work out plenty of times in our home gym though. I used to help him clean the sweat from the benches and machines after he was done.” Frank mumbled, his cheeks turning red after he realized how pathetic he sounded. I ignored it. It was time for some fun. “Really? No experience in the gym? You look like you have quite a few years of throwing around weights under your belt.” My voice said, coated in a new sweet tone. Frank was too distracted by making sure his pecs looked good in his tank top to notice the new tone of voice. Or notice the fact he had gone from being a flabby office worker to having a solid and defined physique seemingly instantly. “Yeah. I got I have a few years of weightlifting under my belt. Guess I’ve been in my son’s shadow for so long I don’t really feel all that much like a lifter though.” Frank said with a shrug. I bit my lips. Damn it, I had wanted to refigure reality just a little, but it seemed I was going to have to throw some more weight into the game if I wanted to create an alpha hunk. “You in someone’s shadow? Didn’t I see you on the Mr. Olympia stage last year?” As soon as I closed my mouth those words suddenly rang true. Gone again was the fitness physique, in its stead was a big bulging bodybuilder. “Glad you recognized me.” Frank said with an excited smile. He threw up friendly bicep pose, the meaty muscle jumping up with flair. My rational voice said this was now enough. The horny side of me wanted to go a few steps further. The horny side of me tended to win. “Of course, how could I forget you man? You were like the one pro there that was taller than me.” I said, anticipating what was coming with giddy glee. I swallowed, now having to look up to look at Frank’s handsome stubble. Meeting men taller than me was a rare occurrence at my 6’7. His bodybuilder sized physique had grown in perfect proportion with his new height, making him now look like an absolute titan of size. Frank gently smiled and blushed. Hm, I had encountered that type before. The one’s that would still be humble and kind even if they were had triple the average body weight in pure muscle mass. That was nothing a big dose of testosterone couldn’t fix. “You gotta have a secret, right? Is it all the hormones pumping from legendary bull sized balls and monstercock that make you such a stud?” Frank cockily smiled down at me, palming his obscene bulge in his workout shorts. “They certainly help.” Frank said with a smirk. I smiled, happy with my work in creating another alpha hunk for the world to enjoy. “Alright. Well, thank you for joining our gym. Lockers are on the left. Gym is on the right. Due to hygienic reasons we gotta ask you keep a shirt on at all times.” I mumbled, finding myself a bit shy in the company of the hunk. Frank considered this for a moment, and then threw his tank top on the ground, revealing his fury off-season chest to the world in all its glory. “I’ll do as I damn well please.” Frank muttered in his testosterone seeping tone. He bounced his pecs for me, and I reveled in the bulk he carried and moved with his every breath. “And you, kiddo…” Frank said as he took a few strides forward, towering over me with just inches away. I could even smell the protein in his breath. “You better address your superior man with ‘Sir’ boy.” I couldn’t recall a moment where I had been so aroused, or had so much muscle hanging around me. “Yes… Sir,” I said meekly. Frank let out a chuckle, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Attaboy.’ while strutting to the weight racks. I found myself hypnotized by the swaying of Frank’s formidable glutes as he claimed his new position as the big man in our gym. As soon as anyone caught sight of his massive chest protests died away about his position as the top dog. . I’d overdone it with the cockiness again. The boss wouldn't like that. But Frank’s son would like it even less. I had it set, so he’d be the only other man in our galaxy aware of the changes to his father. When Frank would be done with his workout, and would head home reeking of sex and the gym, the football quarterback would be in for quite the surprise as his formerly pathetic dad would strut in as the man of the house. I wondered how long it’d take him to crawl back to our gym. Everyone gets what they deserve at Justia’s.
  20. Workout buddies. “Out of breath already? Come on man! We have five more miles to go!” Even Caleb’s deep voice was not enough to give Brett the spurring on of a second wind. His breathing remained heavy, and his head turned even redder while he tried to continue matching his friend’s long-legged strides. Brett felt even worse seeing the unfazed and unchallenged look Caleb’s body emitted. He didn’t look tired in the slightest after running ten miles, the only evidence of any kind of physical activity was the slight coat of sweat adorning his chest. But the resulting perspiratory shine running between his watermelon sized pecs only made him look sexier. Caleb's manly body was a far cry from how tired and beaten like Brett was looking. As Brett did his best to jog on he couldn’t help but stare at all the muscle his bare chested friend had on display. They had started working out at the same time, both of them had been thin and small looking a few months ago. And although Brett was proud of his progress, with his new abs and slight pecs, not to mention his full arms, his own transformation was nothing compared to Caleb. No Caleb was something else now. A deep six pack. Protruding pecs. Veiny biceps. And one meaty and full cushion passing for an ass. Caleb's whole body just got thicker and stacked with muscle. Not to mention the growth spurt in height he had experienced too. He now absolutely towered over Brett with his 6’7 and wide shouldered frame. Brett reminded himself he should ask Caleb for his weight too sometime, the way his size 16 feet thudded on the pavement it was clear he was carrying quite the weight of muscle mass on that large body. And of course Brett couldn’t help himself but stare the big bulge Caleb had in his compression shorts. He had showered with him enough after the gym to know he was the complete package, an absolute muscle hunk and hung as a horse to boot. The thick veiny cock had been the subject of many late night jerk-off sessions of Brett. Brett wondered briefly how it was possible that what had been such a complete runt had managed to grow into such a stallion in just a few months time, before his thoughts were interrupted by feelings of lust and jealousy seeing Caleb’s thick biceps twitch while he rearranged his oversized package following a seductive wink from a hot girl on the sidewalk. Finally, Brett’s legs realised that hungering after Caleb’s incredibly hot bod wasn’t a sustainable source of energy. Fifteen miles might be doable following after the months he had spent honing his body, but it wasn’t possible at this breakneck pace. “I… I’m gonna… Walk…” Brett managed to puff out in between gasps for air. Caleb nodded. “I get it man. Not every man be a fast lumbering giant like me.” The big man said with a grin. He scratched the valley of muscle making up his chest thoughtfully looking into the distance for a moment. "You won't mind me running on ahead, do you little guy." Brett nodded no, wistfully thinking back to the time he had been able to call his friend the little guy. Was before Caleb had arms that looked like they could bend steel. Caleb threw him a smile before asking his next question in the same innocent tone. “You don’t mind me quickly drilling your hot girlfriend into her mattress right before you find your way back right? She’s been lusting after me for a while, and I don’t think I can keep her off me if she gets a whiff of my post workout musk.” Caleb said with a widening smirk. Brett felt his mouth go dry, not quite sure how to respond. He supposed he should he have seen it coming after he had drunkenly told Caleb the only thing that got him off anymore was jerking off to the lewd pictures the titan posted on Instagram where models would be lustfully groping his muscularity and sausage. The alpha put his hands around his own formidable bulge, giving the, formidable even when soft, cock it was trying so hard to contain a hard squeeze. “Besides, with how horny this cum factory gets me, I’m not sure I wanna keep her off me.” Caleb said while winking. Brett swallowed, his neck hurting from craning up all morning just to look the lumbering giant his friend had turned into in the eyes. “I don’t mind.” Brett mumbled quietly, as if his permission was still a point of relevance. Brett hesitated for a moment before following up. “Would you be ok with me watching though?” He asked, with the most hopeful tone. Caleb gave his friend a playfully slap on his back, knocking the wind out of him once again. “Sure. You just gotta find your way back before I’m done. No need to rush too hard though, I last for quite a while.” Caleb shouted the last few words while he sped off running again, leaving his friend and workout partner in his dust. At the speed he was going it was clear he had held back the true power of his thick legs quite a bit. The big stallion made sure to playfully bounce his pecs at any hot girls or guys he passed. When the hunk was sure he was out of sight from Brett he fished a small blue tablet out of a small pocket in his compression shorts. He threw it done his muscular throat, he could use the extra pounds of muscle and inch of height the pill would provide him with when he’d fuck his latest conquest into cloud nine. Besides, 11.5 inches of cock was such an uneven number. He'd enjoy feeling the pill do it's job and finally make his cock grow past the one foot mark. At first playing off his transformation into a super stud as a natural consequence of picking up the gym and working out out with a friend had made the giant feel a bit guilty. He'd felt like being honest with Brett about all the experimental muscle growth pills he was testing for his dad that were slowly turning him into a young god more than a few times. He had even thought about giving Brett some pills too so the guy could join him in studhood, plowing their way through every girl on the cheer leading time side by side. However, seeing his hungry expression now, and how much he enjoyed goggling at his muscular body, Caleb was sure he had made the right call in the end. Some men will still be wimps even after they start working out.
  21. Trying to find a story that I saw a few years back. Can't remember if it was posted here, on metabods, or someplace else. What I remember is that it was a guy telling about a jock in his college that has been draining and stealing the other students muscle and size. Turning the chearleading team flat chested to fuel the growth to his pecs, and turning a nerdy D&D group into dumb runts to up his intelligence. Does it ring a bell for anyone?
  22. Part 5 part should be ready next week. A big thanks again to all the great comments, and also to @rolling24, who has helped, and hopefully will continue to help, making this story even hotter. Enjoy! (Link to Part III) PART 4: Luke slowly opened his eyes and immediately wanted to fall asleep again. Reluctance was not unusual after waking from a short night’s sleep, but when Luke saw the large stain of his dad’s cum soaked into the mattress, he knew that today was going to be horrible. Last night’s events lingered in the air like the next day’s stench of an orgy, but he had little time to contemplate this before hearing a familiar sound downstairs. Slap. Groan. Slap. Groan. The stroking of morning wood caused loud echoes through the house. His dad was at it again. Luke quickly turned and checked on Macy, but she was fast asleep with a gentle smile on her face. He reminded himself he’d have to wake her up early, she’d need extra time in the shower if she didn’t want to show up to work reeking of sex. As much as he’d rather not deal with his dad while he was going to town on his fat cock, Luke certainly didn’t want Macy to intercede, she’d probably want another round if she got an eyeful of his dad’s thick rod and studly body. Besides, he had a few questions to ask, like how the fuck he magically grew in size whenever he pounded Macy out. Luke didn’t put on anything other than his worn boxers before walking downstairs. He realized what a poor decision this was at the first glimpse of his dad’s magnificent body in the perfect morning light. Luke immediately wanted to cover his flabby body as his dad’s physique put his to shame. The changes to Matt’s body this time were clearly visible to the naked eye. Matt had been athletic for his age before, but this was something else entirely. Wide shoulders capped with large, rounded delts….. Thick, powerful biceps….. And his showpiece square, solid pecs…... Instead of having his eyes closed, Matt was looking with an expression of glee and fascination at every new muscle, every new bulge. And there were quite a few to admire. Even more remarkable, his skin looked healthier and tighter than before. Luke wouldn’t have classified dad’s skin as sagging, but the signs of age had definitely been there. Those seemed to have vanished entirely over night however. It was like whatever was changing Matt had turned the clock back to better showcase his tighter and bigger body. “Hey Lukey.” Matt mumbled in between grunts, not looking away from a thicker, longer rig than the cock he rocked yesterday. Luke felt curiosity bubble up inside him but knew it was best to resist his perverse fascination with his dad’s body. “Dad. I really didn’t think I’d have to tell you twice, let alone thrice, that you’re on full display here, and you need to take care of your urges elsewhere.” Luke did his best to sound confident despite his dad now looking closer to a full on alpha hunk instead of a just an above average big guy, but his shaky voice betrayed the scared little kid inside. Matt lay there, distracted by his own growth spurt from the previous evening and with thoughts of pleasure tainting his mind. He didn’t ignore his son’s question on purpose, it just…happened. “You know kiddo, I had always heard men with large dicks experience considerably less pleasure while jerking off than guys with normal sized dicks. Nerve endings, or something.” Matt took a deep whiff of the thick scent of testosterone emanating from the large balls between his spread thighs. A smug smirk spread across his lips as he examined the fat new veins snaking along his tool. “Now that I know what it feels like to jerk off with a dick that is much bigger than that of an average man, I’m convinced that’s just a wistful myth created by men with teeny weenies.” “I mean looking at my powerful cock and knowing it’s even bigger than it already was… Fuck. That just makes beating my big meat even more intoxicating.” Luke felt his mouth go dry while Matt got more comfortable in his position on the couch, spreading his big thighs wider. He wasn’t gonna leave the couch. “Dad…” Luke tried before the big man interrupted him. “Why?” Matt said sternly without even looking at Matt, continuing his self pleasure without pause. Luke was at a loss of words. “‘Why?’ Do you really need any reason other than the whole street can see you here?” Matt shrugged his newly widened shoulders and said with a chuckle, “You really think this bothers them son?” Luke couldn’t believe this, Matt had been rather disrespectful towards him ever since he had lost his status as the bigger, more muscular man a few years ago, but this was rude even for him. “Excuse me? You’re a guest here. You’re free to jerk off on full display in your own apartment. But for as long you’re here, you’ll respect my authority as the man in the house.” Luke felt proud for making a stand. He normally just ignored his dad’s bullshit, and let him do his thing, but after the humiliation he suffered watching his dad fuck his wife, standing up to him made Luke feel he gained some power back. Than he saw that gleam return in Matt’s eyes and liquid terror shot through his veins. It was the gleam that shouted ‘I’m fucking done with your bullshit, twerp.’ at the loudest volume. Matt jumped up from the couch, the floorboards creaking suddenly under his increased mass. “The man of the house?” Matt asked with a snicker as he calmly strolled toward Luke. Standing toe to toe, Luke was horrified to realize that he had lost his height advantage. Matt used to stand at an average 5’9, with Luke having a good 4 inches on him. Now they stood eye to eye. Matt nonchalantly ran a hand over his thick chest, Luke’s eyes were drawn to the impressive brawn and he felt the masculine authority that emanated from his dad. Matt continued to casually tug and knead his cock despite there being only a few inches between them. Luke knew he should have felt repulsed, but instead he felt attracted and intimidated, the dominant display casually eroding away the last shreds of his authority. “Lukey, I’m pretty tired of you bossing me around. Giving your old man rules...” “...But you know what? I’ll humour your little request, but you’re gonna do something for me in return.” Luke knew that wasn’t right. This was his house. It was his responsibility to prevent his family home from becoming the laughing stock of the neighbourhood by the brazen display of his father's epic nudity. But he was exhausted from his experience the night before and he just wanted his dad out of sight so his inferiority wasn’t being rubbed in his face. It was like his dad relished showing him up. Luke saw the tub of protein he had picked up at the store sitting on the table. He wondered why doing stuff for his dad kept feeling like such betrayal to himself. “Ummmm. Sure, whatever you need to do keep this out of sight.” gesturing at his dad’s swaggering frame. Matt gave him a snide grin, like he hadn’t doubted for a moment that would be Luke’s reply. “Great. I need someone to take my measurements. Gotta track my gainz kiddo!” Luke didn’t know if you could count the muscles that magically grew on your body after having sex with the wife of your son as ‘gainz,’ but he didn’t object. Matt bounced his jutting pecs for emphasis, as if Luke had forgotten about the large mounds of flesh for even a second. ------------------------ “So. What do you wanna start with?” Luke asked meekly while he rolled out the measuring tape. “Arms.” Matt commanded. He flexed a bulging bicep and threw Luke a self satisfied grin. It was a sight that eerily reminded Luke of the pose he had seen yesterday evening, only now without Macy’s moans in the background. Nevertheless Matt’s muscle was impressive even when he didn’t have a nubile young woman squirming on his cock. His arm had been beefy before, but losing a few pounds of fat and gaining a few pounds of muscle made it more powerful looking than ever. And the new vascularity snaking around the mound of power was a sight to behold. “You just wanna stare at it all day or do you think you can put that measuring tape to use?” Luke jumped a little, as if awakened from a trance, and slowly rolled the piece of tape around the angry looking muscle. He couldn’t help but think that he felt pure power pulse through his dad’s veins while his hands held the piece in place. There was no acknowledgement of thanks or consideration coming from Matt, who more than anything looked rather annoyed that the simple act of measuring took Luke so long. “Spit it out!” Matt barked when he saw Luke check the number for the fourth time. “19 inches.” Luke whispered with a deep sense of awe and astonishment. Even Matt was momentarily caught off guard. He went from an nice and thick 17, a number which was largely inflated by body fat, to having a truly massive arm. Matt hoped he still had enough tank tops. “Fuckkkkkk, 19 Inches!” Matt said with a rare sense of wonderment at his physique. “Calves! Do calves next!” Luke felt his dad’s own excitement rub off on him. Enough that he could almost ignore the precum dripping out of Matt’s erect and large shaft that nearly brushed his head as he kneeled “18 inches.” Luke called out while looking upwards past the large cock, his dad’s muscularity looking even more impressive from his knees. Matt sense of awe increased. His legs had always been his least stellar asset, now they were in perfect harmony with his new bulging biceps. “And 26.5 inch thighs to go with ‘em.” Luke sighed. Luke shifted to measure Matt’s waist. While doing so, he temporarily forgot the man he was measuring was as naked as a man can be, and his left hand briefly pressed into the fully exposed hunk of warm meat. Luke couldn’t help but think for a moment just how solid and manly that thick cock felt when his hand rubbed firmly against it... Then he suddenly realised what he was doing and quickly pulled his hand away, dropping the measuring tape on the floor. His son’s hand had lingered just a moment too long and was withdrawn so hastily, with such shame, that Matt considered the possibility the incident wasn't accidental at all. “Wouldn’t that be hilariarious” Matt thought with a bemused smile. Luke kept his eyes firmly averted from Matt’s gaze. He was thankful when his dad didn't mention the awkward encounter, but he didn’t need words to know that whatever it had done to the balance of power, it surely hadn’t shifted in his favour. An awkward silence filled the living room before Matt finally spoke. “C’mon Lukey, my waist and pecs aren’t gonna measure themselves.” Luke silently nodded, grabbing the measuring tape again and circling it around Matt’s waist, the new V-taper and tighter waist only further highlighting the masculinity of his body. And the sexiness. “28 Inches. On the dot.” Luke murmured quietly, slowly rising back from his knees. “Damn, all that extra size, and I only got leaner?” Matt laughed with disbelief. He took another few seconds to bask in wonder at the changes in his physique before regaining his confident footing and shaking his head. “Hah. Other guys were hardly competition before Lukey, but now…” Luke felt his cheeks burn spontaneously with humiliation. Although Matt hadn’t directed that statement at him, he felt quite spoken too. As his gaze slowly slid over his dad’s upper body, Luke could spot even more changes. There were the outward jutting pecs of course, meaty slabs of flesh that had always been Matt’s proudest asset. They were even more impressive now, the increased bulk forcing his slightly darker nipples downwards. The abs, but a faint outline before, were now defined and cut with enough bumps to make up a six pack. The tortoiseshell that made up his stomach sat like a crowning jewel on top of the Apollo's belt that had emerged, pointing downward to the Matt’s big, fat, uncut coc-- Luke tore his gaze away when he noted Matt calmly watching him, unsure why he was increasingly fascinated with his muscular father’s naked body. Knowing that his salvation was close, Luke found the courage to roll out the piece of measuring tape again and slowly circle it around Matt’s chest. “56 inches.” Luke said, trying not to let his voice quaver with admiration. The huge chest did look slightly out of proportion on the rest of Matt’s body. 50+ inches was bodybuilder sized, but he the new height and existing handsomeness somehow made it look manly and dominating instead of freaky. Luke sighed a breath of relief, taking a few steps backwards. Barring the ‘incident’, he’d survived intact. Now Matt could take his jerking out of view. Matt picked his self worship up again, basking in his own exquisite, undeniable manliness. He let out a deep, vibrating moan as his head lolled back on his thick neck and his pace increased. “Uh, Dad. We had a deal. I took your measurements, so please make sure you’re not indecently exposed.” Matt roared a growl of pleasure, moving imminently closer to his crescendo of bliss. “Fuck,” Matt groused as his firm, slow squeeze produced another drop of precum, “Yeah I’ll go do this out of view. You’ve got one last thing to measure though…” Matt said while inspecting his reinvigorated body. Luke threw him a questioning look. Arms, chest, legs, had all taken a turn with the tape, what else was there to measure? “C’mon Lukey, I’ve seen you looking at my cock all morning, hoping I wouldn’t notice. You gonna pretend you’re not curious what I’m packing after that ‘growth spurt’ last night? Hmmmm?” Internally, Luke couldn’t deny he wanted to know the exact size of his dad’s meaty prick. Not that he’d ever admit that intrigue to his father's face however. “What? No, I’m not, I couldn’t care less about the size of your penis, dad.” Matt threw him a lopsided grin, and took a stride forward, their bodies suddenly awfully close. Luke felt absolutely terrified about how much bigger his dad was now, it was like being a kid again and dealing with a jock bully from the next grade. “Now let’s get one thing straight Lukey…” Matt said, taking the measuring tape from Luke’s trembling, clenched hand. “What I’m packing isn’t a ‘penis’ at all. Penis is a biological term, it reduces what’s hanging between my legs to a tool for pissing or reproduction. That’s just reductive to use on such a nice, meaty prick don’t you agree? No, I’d call your average, little willy a penis, but what I’m packing is a COCK. An instrument of pleasure.” Matt puts the measuring tape at the base of his dick, and in full view of Luke, slowly stretched the tape toward the bulging head. “Shittttt Lukey, looks like my instrument of pleasure is a rock solid 8 and ½ inches! That’s like more than an inch since yesterday, as if the ladies and boys didn’t have enough reason to love me already. What do you say? Should we measure yours? Hah!” Luke’s jealousy of his dad’s increasingly superior endowment boiled to the surface. How much longer was he going to have to hear his dad talk about how great it was to experience a supernatural shot of growth? “And you were already hung.” Luke sniped with envy. Matt lets out a chuckle. A week ago he would have let that comment slide, but after fucking Macy as his son gawped, he found that voice in the back of his mind urging him to be more dominating. He’d gladly oblige. “Ohhhhh, Lukeyyyyy,” Matt mocked, “We both know I’ve got enough hanging between my legs to drive anyone I fuck wild, not just your sexy, and until recently, deprived wife. It’s just sad that 90% of guys can’t give that same experience. Guys like you with tiny, little penises can have ‘sex.’ But you and that dinky thing of yours? You’re not even in the same league bud.” Matt stared Luke into the ground while his jerking picked up in pace once again, the full measurement of his now even manlier body driving his pleasure up to 11. Images of how much bigger, how much leaner he is now pushed him close to the edge. “Only with a body, with muscles, with a cock like mine you can truly FUCK.” Matt growled in between gritted teeth. And with a final look down his body, seeing all his muscles throb in excitement, he came. Matt’s eyes rolled back as his morning of edging finally paid off, thick ropes of cum shot across the living room. His balls churned and churned as white shots of manliness covered the hardwood floor. “Fuck yeah!” Was all Matt roared as orgasmic pleasure rocked his body, his newly bigger muscles flexing involuntarily. After what seemed like forever his orgasm tapered off, his cock drooling a last few spits of cum onto the floor. Matt smirked, happy with the mess he made. “Alright, I’ll do round two out of view.” Matt said, shrugging his shoulders and striding out of the room. Luke was left flabbergasted, checking out his dad’s powerful glutes as he strode up the stairs. “Uh, dad, what about the mess you made?” He finally mumbled as he got over his shock and excitement. Matt halted, he was already upstairs and out view, but Luke just knew he had the biggest, cockiest grin on his face. “Hm? I thought you wanted to me to be out of view Lukey? I’m sure you can clean that mess up in no time flat, right?” Luke tried interjecting but was interrupted before he even managed to say half a word. “You know, after all the services I’ve provided over the past few days it’d be rather rude if you saddled me with cleaning. Just be a man and scrub up that cum, will you? I’ve got clients coming over in a few hours and need to make sure my balls are properly drained.” Matt loudly shut the door of the bathroom. Luke estimated he wouldn’t see him for at least another hour. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed a sponge from the kitchen. He didn’t know how long it would take to air out the room to clear his dad’s musk. Soon the low sounds of his dad’s vibrating moans rattled the house. Luke angrily scrubbed up the cum hearing them. When had he given his dad permission to host clients at his house anyway? Were there gonna be more sex obsessed weirdo’s walking around his house soon? The large pool of white semen was nearly entirely gone now, a tiny puddle was all that remained. Luke was fully ready to scrub it away and erase the last remnants of his dad’s lewd display. But something held him back. He bit his lip as a ridiculous thought shot through his head. An insane thought. But he couldn’t suppress it or push it away. In fact, to his horror, Luke noticed his hands suddenly followed the wild, cruel whim of his mind. Instead of the sponge, Luke’s left index finger had scooped up the last glob of cum. It fascinated him, serenely lying close to his face, undisturbed. It wasn’t watery like his own semen, no, this was thick and heavy, it radiated virility. Without much further consideration Luke put the glob in his mouth. The realisation of what he had just done arrived as the strong, salty taste flared up his nostrils. Luke coughed loudly as he experienced the unfamiliar, savory tang, but as he considered who had produced it, and in what circumstances, he thought it should taste awful. The painfully hard dick pressing into his boxers disagreed.
  23. (Originally Posted on my Tumblr back in November) Scandinavian Roots Bobby wouldn’t fucking shut up about his Scandinavian heritage. He probably thought it made him really special, being able to trace his family tree back to it’s Norwegian roots. The twerpy idiot was even doing a course in the Norwegian language. ‘To be able to recite stuff from that old viking spell book I have upstairs.’ He had confided in me with his nasally voice. I really only had contact with him so he’d do my homework, football players shouldn’t be slowed down by mundane schoolwork after all, but he was beginning to be more effort than he was worth. I mean, I enjoyed all the extra time I had for the gym and sex, but even I had my limits for dealing with bullshit. You can imagine my annoyance when he sent me a text again for the fifth time that week. I thought he got the message last time, when I told him that every time I receive a text I think it’s some insanely hot girl begging to suck my cock and my immeasurable disappointment when it turns out it’s just his fat ass talking about how close he is to deciphering his stupid spell book. This time it was just a pic of him, with the caption ‘Guess what bitch?’ Well, a pic of him if he was an insanely muscled tall dude, wider than most people’s closet. With pecs full and solid and a tight set of abs. And fuck, that handsome bearded face made his thick body look even manlier. My mind had some trouble comprehending how Bobby, the fat loser, was now suddenly looking like he had been working out for a few years. I spent the next few minutes quietly rubbing my cock while tracing every inch of hard as steel body and it’s furry coating, trying to not think about how I was normally only into girls. Meanwhile, I was rationalizing the whole thing away in my mind. ‘Probably just a Photoshop’ ‘Or a model who just happens to have exact same neck tattoo' Any explanation which didn’t involve ancient viking muscle growth magic was fine. The insane bulge visible in his grey shorts couldn't have been real anyways, right? The thick and veiny biceps were oversized too, there simple couldn't exist a man so muscular and perfect. When I was painfully hard and still stroking when I got a second picture from Bobby. It was the girl I had been steady with for a few months, being penetrated by the monstrous cock attached to Bobby’s new hunky body. It was captioned: “Guess girls love a guy with a little heritage.”
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