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  1. 99% sure you’re looking for Muscle Sex by Corwin. https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/718-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/729-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/747-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/839-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/930-p1.html
  2. He could feel his partner pound away as he maintained his position. Soon the thrusts became more and more frantic until with one powerful push that nearly toppled him he could feel it flooding into his body. His stomach that was so narrow that it defied the expectations for the size of the rest of him started to expand outward as more and more cum kept making its way into him. Just as his stomach has transitioned from a marvel of shredded marble to a painfully bloated gut he began to feel warmth spread over his body. Soon his gut began to rescind back into its previous tight and diamond hard shape as his body began to absorb with abandon the deluge of semen that was beginning yet another round of growth. It hurt. It hurt more than he cared to admit but he wanted more, more than even the nigh endless reservoir of his partner could give him. He would take it all though and didn’t care how disgustingly monstrous it made him, he just knew it would never be enough.
  3. Coach was happy with my performance and wanted to have a photo shoot of me to show off his work, he told me he had everything set up but I should have been worried about the look he had in his eyes. The day of the shoot I showed up in a pair of stretchy shorts and a tank top that I filled out pretty fucking well in my opinion. I got into the locker room to put up my gym bag when coach took me to the side and told me he had some new supplemented he wanted me to use before the shoot to “Bring the best package to show off.” He’d occasionally tweak my cycle or have something new, and typically very potent, to add what I’m taking so I was used to this as well as dropping my shorts a bit so he could go ahead and inject me with what ever miracle drug or gear he had. Perhaps I put more trust in the man than I should have… We headed out into the gym which was cleared for the photo shoot and I followed instructions from the photographer, going from pose to pose and position to position, but I started to feel warm and my skin flush as I leaned back on some equipment while I had my hands on my hips. I could feel my tank top and shorts get significantly tighter. Being the professional I am I did my best to ignore this but the feelings didn’t pass, in fact my skin felt like I was standing under a midday summer’s sun and I began to sweat profusely. Coach noticed how dishelved I looked but also had a worrying smile as he said told the photographer to take a break and told me to “Take ten”. I thought he meant to go and get some water or cool down but he opened his hand to show he meant it literally, he had ten small pills in his hand and despite my best judgment I did as instructed. My biceps bunched up into a mass larger than a softball as I popped the pills into my mouth and took a swig of water from a water bottle he had. I was just about to stare in amazement at my recent changes or took full stock of myself I felt coach roughly turn me around and shepard me back to the gym floor to resume the shoot. “Knock em dead you meat balloon.” He said as he slapped my ass and pushed me back to the equipment I was leaning on. My thighs rub more and more as my gait turned into a highly exaggerated waddle while I resumed my previous position. I leaned back as instructed and could no longer look down as my chest completely eclipsed my vision and prevented any attempts to do so. As the photographer kept taking photos I could feel my shorts and tank hitting critical mass as, slowly, stitch by stich I could feel air on my skin as more of it was exposed to the air conditioning through ever larger holes being opened by my swelling form. I was too entranced with what was happening and how it was feeling to ask coach what the fuck he gave me…in fact I was getting a little too into how the growth felt. My dick was responded in kind as it snaked it’s way across the side of massively thick thighs leaving a wet trail the entire time as I felt the precut flowing like an open faucet. Just as my tank top split in half I felt my dick twitch and lurch upwards which was enough to tear my near thread bare shorts off of me and throw them onto the ground a few feet away. “Coach, what the fuck did you do to me?” I asked the man as I let out an involuntary moan. He laughed and with a smile said “You always wanted to live up to your potential and I’m just making you the meat balloon you always wanted to be bud.” He empathized balloon when he said it and I couldn’t argue with him as I continued swell as if connected to a tank of helium. “God damn it man! Make it…make it…oh GOD!” I yelled as I grew too big for the gym equipment which began to groan in protest of my weight. My dick grew past the horizon of my chest and entered my vision as it throbbed higher and thicker with every heart beat, then with out warning it turned rigid harder than diamond and began spewing cum like rain on everything within 10 feet of me with a ferocity like a busted water main. I tried to reach for it to stop or aid it, undecided in the moment which I wanted more, but I couldn’t reach as my chest and arms had grown so thick I could barely move them at all let alone to grab my violently cumming cock. My movements and shuddering from the one man made flood I was producing was too much for the equipment I was resting on as it broke and I feel to the floor with a thud that jostled every weight and piece of equipment in the gym. Yet still I kept cumming and growing now unable to move at all, only able to flex and shudder with every shot, with no end in sight. During all of this I could hear the snapping noise as the photographer kept taking photo after photo of me as I was cumming and growing into the freak of nature coach wanted me to be…and that I had to admit to myself I wanted too. I was able to look over at the man who had a shit eating grin as he was taping me with his phone the entire time saying out loud “Fucking meat balloon. You can be one too, just look at how fucking happy this freak is.” His words angered me a little but only made me cum harder since he was right. I wasn’t just happy, I was fucking loving this and I never wanted it to stop.
  4. Just one last part of the story and it'll be done, minus editing as well I mean. Enjoy as I work on what is left which will hopefully be uploaded tomorrow.
  5. Alternate title: The pump is life! The pump is...too much? The story isn’t done but I’m posting what I have for those guys that expressed interest in it, I’ll be finishing and editing it over the next day or two. Feedback is welcome. “Congratulations Max! You’ve been chosen, as you are required to do as per section 4 paragraph 3 of your sponsorship contract, to test one of the many fine products we make here at Unbound Beast! Project Pump Unbound is sure to lead to great things during your workouts and will leave with a pump like no other while giving you the energy to push yourself to levels you’ve never knew you could attain. Satisfaction? Guaranteed! Ensure you follow directions EXACTLY as laid out to give you the best results possible and relay your experiences back to the company ASAP. “ Yadda, yadda, yadda. The letter that came with the package goes on for some more self aggrandizing bullshit about the company. For a supplement company they really have their heads deep up their own asses. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful they sponsored me and love what their “100% legal over the counter supplements” (and the not so legal ones they give people like me they sponsor) but I have to admit they worry me at times. Not just the completely soulless nature they do things but the fact, for all they hype them up, the men they sponsor and spend so much time and money on all seem to...quietly just disappear. At the same time though I do love the results I’ve been getting, the attention, money, and the chance at getting on the Olympia stage so if some shady shit is going on I don’t care so long as I get my due. With their help I’ve gone from an up and coming heavyweight bodybuilder tipping the scale at a, relatively, meager 253lbs while juiced to the gills to a rather staggering 328lbs, with a pro card now I might add, in a matter of a few short months. Thank fucking god that I’m over 6’ because the muscle just keeps packing on with no end in sight and I’d start to worry if I was any shorter about being able to get around properly. I mean at least this time they decided to have me act as a guinea pig on a preworkout of all things. I’d love to get to a nice even 350lbs with their help, so I can truly put the fear of ME into people at the gym and on stage, but it is starting to get a bit out of control. Whatever. Who the fuck actually needs clothes that aren’t painted onto every part of your body or to be able to fit in doorways...or cars...or plane seats without some severe discomfort for everyone involved? I sure as fucking hell don’t! I love this shit. I live for this shit. Unbound Beast can make me into a freak of nature but it’s my choice to stay one. So let’s see what this new toy they just sent to me on a silver platter can really fucking do. I put on my favorite pair of tights, spandex shirt, and high tops before grabbing my shit and a shaker full of this special “Project Pump Unbound” before getting into my truck and speeding my way to the gym like a child anxious for the arrival of Santa. I couldn’t hold in my excitement as I down the bitter and tangy preworkout the moment I saw the gym on the horizon. By the time I got out of my truck, which very visibly lurched as I stepped out of it, I could feel it start working. I swear the veins on my arms and what you could see all across my legs through my tights were pulsating with every heart beat as the supplement made its way throughout my body. I swaggered toward the gym with full confidence that this workout was going to be fucking legendary. Every step I could feel my arms bounce off my lats as they made contact, my quads grazing each other all the way down my knees, and my calves flexing into thick balls of pure sex and power with every step as I waddled through the front door. So single minded was desire for self worship through steel that I brushed past the front desk with the attendant looked at with a mix of annoyance and recognition. Not a single person at this gym did not know who I was or just how much of a muscled freak I’ve become over the last few months. Despite my best efforts people were intimidated of me and gave me a wide berth, I admit it bothers me that they feel this way even when I go out of my way to be friendly and approachable but you know? Tonight. Tonight it suits me just fucking fine. I’m on a mission to test this little prototype drug of UBI’s and I won’t be done until I’ve pumped every single muscle to the fucking max, time to stress test this shit. I made my way to the weight room floor stopping at the threshold to survey my kingdom, my temple of iron dedicated to the exultation of power, muscle, and personal dominance. I couldn’t help myself as I adjusted my inordinately sizes bulge as my dick too decided to begin its own praise of what as to come. One major thing I will give Unbound’s products, I don’t have to worry about my balls withering to nothing like I had to on hear despite my body hosting a chem lab’s worth of chemicals. With purpose I made my way to the nearest unoccupied treadmill to start a quick warm scaring a man I’d seen numerous times before at the gym. There was a spring in my step as I began a light jog which I couldn’t tell if it was due to the preworkout or my anticipation. I looked around the gym floor curious to see who was here tonight as I noticed that the man on the treadmill next to me was blatantly eye fucking me as I ran, the only noise that could be heard were my thundering footfalls that echoed through out the entire room and his hard breathing as he leered at my form. I laughed to myself and stared directly into his eyes which finally broke him from his trance, he blushed and turned forward again but stumbled off his treadmill and onto his ass on the ground. Immediately j stopped my jog and allowed the treadmill to deposit me on the ground next to him with a resounding THUD. He had a combination of surprise, hurt pride, and embarrassment on his face as I bent down to help him back onto his feet. Only then did I notice the respectably large tent in his shorts that was twitching with need as he looked at me. Defiantly he ignored my hand and scrambled into the locker room blushing so hard his face darkened several hues redder. I chuckled to myself about the situation while feeling sorry for kid’s predicament. I gathered my things, readjusted my dick again which was having a mind of its own since I drank that preworkout, and headed over to an open bench press. I put a plate on each side to begin warming up my chest, quickly busting out 20 reps to really get the blood flowing for a weight that is otherwise completely insignificant to me. As I sat back up I caught a quick glance of myself in the mirror. I could see my chest visibly swell just a little bit larger with every breath after this single set. Oh. Hell. Fucking. “YES!” I startled two guys next to me in the middle of their set with my outburst. I thought to myself now that I have their attention I may as well request they help my make the most of this. “Hey. Can you two do me a solid? Put on another 45lb plate when I tell you to, I want to bust out a quick pyramid set.” They glanced at each other before quickly nodding. I laid back down under the bar as they put another plate on each side of the bar for me and again I repped out a quick 20 reps with little exertion on my part. “Another!” A plate was added and 20 more reps went by. “Another!!” 20 more reps. “Another!!!” 20 again. “ANOTHER!!!” I finally slowed down but not due to fatigue or exhaustion, in fact I’d never felt so good, I slowly…slowly lowered the bar down to my chest taking my sweet time to burst back up with enough force to surprise my two helpers into taking a step back. I did this again, and again, and again until yet another twenty reps had passed with my brow finally starting to sweat from the show the combination of personal and chemically enhanced strength. I was spellbound as I went through the motions. Any pain or ache I’ve ever had no matter how minor was dispelled as if it was never there, I was like a conduit of human prowess made manifest as I started to scare even myself with what this drug was doing for me yet my only thought was “MORE!” With a jarring sound of metal on metal I racked the weights before muttering my thanks to the two slack jawed men that helped me. Keeping my head down so I could surprise myself with the results I made my way to cable area. Immediately I began to belt out rep after rep of cable crossovers, lateral raises, reverse later raises, pull ups, wide grip pulldowns, curls, pushdowns, and anything at all that could be done for my upper body in quick succession. The only time to sound of weight hitting weight as I acted like a demon possessed was when I changed the weight or exercises, I began to draw the attention of nearly everyone on the gym floor but I didn’t care. Well over an hour passed before I finally stopped to look at the results at which point I now knew why everyone was staring at me. My compression shirt was so tight across my hulking form that it looked like I had stolen a shirt belonging to a small child. I gingerly flexed one of my arms in the mirror as they were so bloated with blood and brawn that it became a feat to even do that much. What had once been about the size of my head now completely eclipsed it. My forearms were so thick and riddled with veins completely engorged with blood that it fought with my biceps for space as I flexed my arm. Quietly a sound of threads tearing as they futilely fought against my lat that stuck out like a wing belonging on a beast from legend. I gasped at the sight and accidentally began to choke myself as my chest puffed up like parade float balloon. Unable to help myself lowered my arm and began to flex my chest, making my pecs dance and put on a show for anyone watching, which at this point was so densely packed with muscle that they may as well make a Z cup size just for me. My shoulders made my shirt like I was smuggling two basketballs that both lead to a mountainous peak which lead to the bottom of my skull rendering me truly neck-less, the only thing ruining this image was my legs that had until now escaped my attention. Swiftly I made my way a leg press and the seated calf machine loading them both with as much weight as they could hold. I want to make sure I don’t neglect a single part of my body so long as this preworkout is in my system but I wanted to do something special for my own amusement and curiosity. With both haste and control I jumped back and forth between the two machines only allowing my increasingly pumped calves time to rest as I walked from one to another. Rep after rep, set after set, I pounded the bastards into compliance like a blacksmith at a forge attacking them at every angle for over half an hour until the pump was so fucking painful I could not take another step and sat down next to a squat rack. As my breath was so ragged it came out in bellows I began to laugh madly at the pain just completely fucking reveling in it. Delicately I stood up, my movements awkward, as I began to pile on plate after plate on the squat rack to finish my calves off completely. Flippantly I tossed another two plates onto the ground for me to stand on as I fought through the pain and the excruciatingly over pumped muscles to begin a standing calf raises using a weight that would have blown even my own squat one rep max out of the water. With every repped they bulged out wider, another vein appeared, and the pain from both the exertion and pump only got worse. Victoriously I slammed the bar back onto the squat rack after set after nonstop set to see what I had accomplished. Immediately I got hard, painfully so. Defiantly they ignored my commands to flex only responding with pain and a tightness that distended my overburdened skin but eventually my calves relented. So overloaded with muscle were they that my stance was forced into an inverse of a cowboy, the size ratio between my calves and upper legs were reverse making me look truly ridiculous but yet, to me, only aroused me further as a large wet spot began to form on the railroad spike bulge jutting from my groin. I got under the bar one last time as I had one last area that demanded my attention. With perfect form I squatted…and squatted…and squatted, the entire time my tights were being pulled forward by my dick which was no less turgid than when I started. Every ascent I was welcomed to my quads bloating up just a bit more, every descent I could feel my hamstrings flex and swell further as my ass bulged even more. Soon my calves were met and then exceeded by the size of my upper legs as they took their rightful place as the reigning monstrosity they were always meant to be. I only stopped when I could no longer push my feet outward to accommodate the muscle just take up every millimeter of possible space on my legs. Awkwardly I racked the weight and waddled out to see what I had made of myself. No doubt came to my mind that while my calves here half again as large as my legs used to be my legs were now half again larger than that; and to both my delight and surprised the pump I had worked so hard for on my upper body hadn’t diminished…in fact if anything it looked like it bloated up even more. I began to go through my pose routine laughing to myself every time I felt stitching on my tights or compression shirt rip and tear or when I wasn’t able to fully complete a pose either due to the pump or the staggering, almost bordering on offensive to the eye, size of my body. Winded from a long, grueling, and fruitful workout I stopped posing and grabbed my gym bag as I made my way to the locker room. Thoughts of how hard it was getting to move or that maybe I overdid it crept up to the forefront of my mind but I had little choice but to try and not think about it as I awkwardly waddled into the locker room, every step more of a challenge than the last. Unceremoniously I dropped my bag in a corner and began to flail around in vain while I attempted to pull off my clothes. I sighed in a mixture of defeat and worry as I heard someone enter the locker room behind me. Very stiffly I turned around as I heard someone begin to speak. “Look man I’m sorry about earlier, it’s just that you just a…fucking beast and I couldn’t help but stare at you.” It was the man earlier from the treadmill. He was looking down at his feet clearly too embarrassed to look me in the eye from his fall earlier. He began to look up as he continued. “I mean I’m sure you’re used to it and all but I know it’s rude as hell to stare at people but I just wanted to say…HOLY FUCK WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” I quickly raised a finger to my mouth, or tried to at least I should say. My arms were too swollen from whatever the fuck this preworkout is doing to me that it was just an impossible task at this point. “Hey!” I barked at him. “Lower your voice damn it and apology accepted but can you do me a solid here?” He flinched slightly at my outburst and looked at me inquisitively. “I uh…sorta over did it…can you help me take my clothes off?” Immediately he began to give me a look as if he was wondering if this was a trick and simultaneously praying to whatever god that it wasn’t. “I swear to Christ I’m not fucking with you or coming on to you but I seriously need to take a cold shower and cool down but I really fucking overdid it in the gym man.” Like a wild animal accepting food from a human he slowly and very cautiously took a few steps towards me as if to make sure I wasn’t about to hit him or something. “I’m not going to bite man.” I laughed to myself and then muttered under my breath. “I don’t think I could right now if I wanted to anyways.” As his hands neared the hem of my compression shirt he stopped to look at me and check if this was really ok or not, I rolled my eyes and nodded my head for him to get on with it. He shrugged and delicately began to peel it off. I could hear the fabric protest and seams rip even more as he disrobed the shirt which was well past its max capacity. I could feel his hands explore my torso as he tried to take off the shirt without outright destroying the tortured and abused clothing. It ended up being all for nothing though as I could barely raise my arms at this point with how swollen they had grown that he ended up ripping it off the rest of the way. We both let out an involuntary gasp once we were both able to get an unobstructed view of the aberration I had turned into. Every single muscle on my torso simultaneously looked like it was made of the densest granite ridden with innumerous veins and striations but also as if they were inflated like a balloon struggling to not burst. Treadmill guy started to pitch another rather impressive tent in his shorts as I snapped my hand to get his attention. “Hey…uh…what is your name?” I asked while trying to hide my embarrassment at not asking him before asking him to take off my clothes. “Brent.” He responded as he put his hand onto one of my pecs. I snapped again to try and get him to pay attention. “Look I’m flattered but could you please help me take the rest off and maybe buy me dinner before you go any further?” Brent blushed as he took his hand off my chest and started his attempt at taking my tights off. With some patience, and extreme luck that no one walked in on us while he was helping me, Brent was some fucking how able to peel of my tights which were now severely distorted by the ordeal they went through trying to contain my legs. He also helped take of my shoes and socks with little fanfare but that left just one thing piece of clothing left that I still wouldn’t be able to take off in my current state...the posers I wore when I worked out. “Seriously?” Brent asked me in a tone mixed with humor over the audacity of the situation and hope that hope he wasn’t just dreaming. “…yes, seriously. Please.” I responded blushing and trying to avoid eye contact the entire time. “Ok then…” Brent said to reaffirm himself as he put his hands around my waist and pulled down my posers. Immediately my dick, which had softened but still left a very visible wet spot from my earlier excitement on both my posers and tights, popped out of my posers. It uppercut Brent’s jaw as it inflated like a twisting balloon with a mind of its own to the utmost size possible without popping. As Brent started to cuss at the unexpected dick uppercut my now excessively large, and did I mention erect, dick succumbed to gravity as it plopped down onto Brent’s face with the tip resting firmly in the middle of his forehead leaking precum all over his face. Brent stared cross-eyed at his assailant wondering what the hell just hit him and then leaked over him I turned around and wobbled away at a pace that would be ridiculously slow if not for my current predicament spouting a thank you over my shoulder before he could comprehend what happened to him. As I made my way to the showers, praying that maybe a cold shower would help ease my exceedingly pumped up muscle, I could feel a pressure begin to build up in my nuts. Every step the pressure got worse and worse, my dick was being pushed up until it was standing vertically as my balls began to swell and accumulate seed at a painful and worry rate. I got the counter and mirror before the shower room with every one of my erratic steps being followed by a resounding THWACK noise of flesh hitting flesh as my dick bounced around wildly when the pressure was too much. I bent over and grabbed the counter as all of the cum that had been demanding release could wait no more. I stared into my reflection meeting my eyes are I let loose a sound that no human should be able to make, my gaze never broke as I took in what a fucking freak of nature I became as what felt like gallon after gallon of cum erupted out of my dick ten times more powerful than any volcano but just as destructive as I could feel the wall, floor, and my feet be completely doused with my essence. It took me a few minutes to collect myself and catch my breath as I hurried as fast as my overly bloated legs could take me into the showers. Finally I made it into the open showers and fumbled about trying to turn them on in a final attempt to cool my body down or do something…anything at all to reverse or slow whatever the fuck is happening to me. I was on the verge of tears in my frustration that I finally got what I wanted, to be a freak, but it was just too fucking much when I heard Brent’s voice. “Hey man are you alright? I saw your…mess, do you still need some help man?”
  6. Hm...something that was similar to that was Jade Anderson Drinks Too Much where the main guy, Jade, is tricked to take a potion/drug while drunk and gets drained by someone who’s been lusting after him for years. It turns out to be a plan by a rival of his who wants to end the rivalary by letting the admirer get a bit of size before he takes the rest for himself. Jade though after losing it all tricks his rival into taking the exact same potion/drug and drains him back with the admirer coming back after deciding to help Jade. The admirer gets more size off the rival while Jade fucks him until the rival is a shadow of his former self left to live with his decisions to take their rivalry way too far with Jade back at his old size and then some with a bigger dick, and finally his admirer bigger than Jade by an order of magnitude promising to always protect him.
  7. There was also a string of short stories on the old forum where the guy growing would end up popping from growing too big, one of which was a cocky guy posing at a gym who grew every time one of a group of people commented on him...ending with something along the lines of “You look big enough to explode.”
  8. Some immobility or nigh immobile stories off the top of my head that haven’t been posted. Growing Too Big by NYCBlackMuscle https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/20113-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/20123-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/20182-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/29487-p1.html Olympia Bound by Steen https://archive2007.muscle-growth.org/stories/3360.html One Push Too Many by Redkage https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2760-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2764-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2767-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2773-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2779-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2790-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2806-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2811-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/2993-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/3791-p1.html A couple of story strings from CYOC: https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_13085/full.html https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_16644/full.html https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_53280/full.html https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_57569/full.html The entire bodybuilder string of The Ointment Store has a lot of immobility or other growth if you look for it. And here are two more from me: Raijin is near immobility but still pretty extreme growth. I also also have some stories on FurAffinity I know of that I can link once I find them again if anyone is interested.
  9. Myfaceisitchy made art inspired by your story which I would be willing to bet you've seen by now.
  10. Note to self: Proofreading and editing while staying up late do not count as proper proofreading.
  11. Warmth spread over my entire body as my heart raced faster, adrenaline starting to race as I could feel the drug kick in. Everything I could see of my form completely stripped down to my briefs was becoming flush red with blood as I felt a pump like better than any I had ever received working out. I raised my arm that had been tempered by well over a decade of constant and near fanatic levels of dedication and thousands of reps. I saw it slowly twitch with veins slowly worming their way up to the top forcibly making their presence known, the hard orb of meat hardening even further as it slowly pulsed and swelled with a noticeably gradual but persistent growth. I brought up my other arm to test the density of my arm but got distracted by the sight of it before I laid a hand on my already flexing arm; instead I broke into a front double bicep poser displaying both of their increasing might into the mirror in front of me. I felt my lats tense and push out as I brought my arm into the pose, I could see my winds widen just a little bit further with every heart beat threatening me with lifelong difficulty managing doors, clothing, or even being able to place my arms to my side. My traps and chest, even with the disadvantage the pose brought to showing off their full glory, were no to be left lagging behind. I could feel my traps slowly crawl up my thickening neck attempting to swallow my head if left unabated while my shoulders have widened to the point of feeling like I've donned football pads that were inflating like balloons around me. My chest even with this pose was very noticeably growing denser to the point my nipples were traveling southward heralding that soon they would never see the light of day again. The warmth had slowly increased to a sweltering point as my body began to sweat copiously filling the room with the dominating scent of me. As if beckoned by an outside force I could feel my dick lengthen and harden with blood stretching to my side making a noteworthy protrusion in my breaths as it started to fight and claw its way upwards. My gaze met with my legs as my dick sprung free by itself hitting me hard in my abs leaving a trail of sticky white trailing over my stomach and down my shaft. I brought both arms down to start to slowly and purposefully stroke myself as I worshiped my quads with the other. I traced the lines running in my legs separating the each of the heads with my hand lingering, massaging the staggeringly impressive sweep they've gain. I flexed my ass and calves as I began to increase the speed of my strokes and tightened my grip as I was no longer in control as my body took over in a single minded quest to bring me to my knees in a mind shattering orgasm. While I methodically and robotically continued molesting my cock I bent my legs to flex my hamstrings and ass to their new unknown heights, I slowly committed every millimeter to memory as I bent further down to trace out the shape and outline of my calves. As I finished exploring my swollen and muscle bloated physique down to the last inch I shivered as I felt my balls almost violently pull up hard. I came all over the front of my behemoth standing form each rope of milk meeting or surpassing eye level for a good minute. Every burst I felt my prodigious nuts jump up and then fall down hard enough to lower my skin tight and severely tortured underwear. Eventually the fireworks slowed and then stopped all together with my chest hair matted to my skin by my outburst. I breathed out in complete and utter satisfaction before I was startled by the man who gave me the drug in the first place. "The growth is temporary." He said though I was still not able to fully understand what he meant in my afterglow addled mind. "...what?" I demanded. "Well it is a trial of the real product; we can't let you just go off and grow for free now can we?" Was the response I got from his "I've worked too long in fucking retail" smile. "What the fuck are you tal-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I felt like someone had kicked me directly into my sensitive and now gargantuan balls but at the same time as if they never took the foot away. I grunted in pain and moaned in pleasure at the same time as I bent over to cup my package still tightly imprisoned by my near threadbare briefs. My hands were pushed away as the warmth that I only just now noticed had never dissipated elevated to a searing heat all over my body. Sweat poured off my head and skin like rainfall as my hands were completely forced off of my taut and overfilled sac, my briefs torn off of my body and now on the ground next to my feet. I could no longer touch my nuts as they pulsed and swelled markedly larger every second dwarfing the size they were a second before. Any attempts to touch my dick were immediately rewarded with a feeling of pleasure bordering on pain in its severity as it bloated with more and more blood. At this point it had grown half again its size, turned many many shades darker, and was so dense with arousal and blood that there were more parts with snake like veins covering it than without. If I had worn a cockring and overdosed on Viagra I still would not be able to come close to the same state I am in now. Then, just as painfully as it started, all hell broke loose. My dick was expelling seed at such a terrifying amount a constant, uninterrupted stream of white came out of me as if I had put a pressure washer in between my legs. The surge of cum was so powerful that it knocked away any attempt for me to bring my hands to my dick as I vainly attempted to stop the flood. I could feel my body deflate as ounce after ounce, liter after liter, and gallon after gallon of fluid found freedom out me and onto the walls, ceiling, floor of the room and the mirror in front of me. I turned, the unending stream with me, as I tried to get to the door to find something, anything that could make this stop but I was blocked by the man standing in front of the door still wearing his trained smile but watching me predicament play itself out with amusement in his eyes. I turned back around staring at my dwindling form as I approached the now meager feeling but still very powerful physique I had before taking the drug. I feel to my knees as the last of my strength escaped my body along with the last of the muscle that had at least, temporarily, been mine. I rolled over onto my thick back that had fully reverted to its natural state with the memory permanently etched into my very soul of my briefly enhanced body, the memory now forever tainting anything less than what it had been for only a matter of minutes. My dick had finally stopped but was still hard after this life changing experience; I came again but from my own lust and desire for what I was. Breath still escaped the reach of my lungs as I was left completely and soul crushingly exhausted as I saw the gym clerk's head appear into my field of vision. "So, I take it you enjoyed your trial of our product if you would like I can set you up with a full purchase using your account, is that alright with you Mr.-" "YES, fucking god yes! Do it now." I barked at him with my throat so parched from the flood I created in the room I could barely manage to form the words. "Very good sir, is there anything you need while I begin the paperwork?" He inquired. "...could I get another trial sample just to make really sure?" I asked sheepishly. He laughed a bit before catching himself as he nodded at my still gasping body. He began to turn to leave the room to complete our transaction and get my sample before I asked him in a sheepish tone. "Actually...could you bring two samples? I want to really make sure. Oh and some water...please?" He stopped in mid stride and allowed himself to loudly laugh before responding. "Heh, sure thing. You're lucky I like you, but just make sure to use the cleaning equipment outside the door if you use both at once." He left the room and gently closed the door as my head continued to swim in a combination of the overpowering odors of my sweat and cum permeating the entirety of the room as well as my still shuddering body feeling aftershock after aftershock of an orgasm that I've never felt the likes of before but would soon top.
  12. Raijin: Then Comes the Storm. Raijin "The God of Thunder Thighs" they called me for when I walk down the street people look at their phones to check the weather to see if that sound is an encroaching storm. “Ok, time for the fun to really start!” John said as he tossed four empty syringes away from us. “There we go Rai. Two for me and two for you and this time you are going to really god damned feel it. Hope you wanted to be hung as fuck because we’re both about to have a third leg.” As John prattled on I felt my inflating balls push him further away yet at the same I could feel his dick thicken further as it delved ever deeper into me all without any movement from John. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back enjoying the sensation of his cock breaking the double digit barrier and seconds later the coveted foot long milestone, and believe you me I could tell this intimately inch by inch as my body was being invaded in ways I never thought or hoped would happen. John started to very slowly pull out as much as he could and very slowly pushed in as far as he’s able to as his dick continued to put on size growing into inhuman territories. My own dick hasn’t been slacking in the meantime; it has completed its journey across the many deep crevices littering my stomach. As it slowly approached the bottom of my herculean chest I could feel my abs start to overflow with the pre flooding out of me as my balls inflated like they’re attached to an air compressor. Despite my vision being absolutely fucking dominated by my chest I see the head of my dick rising over my pec shelf like a growing sunrise. I began to gingerly bring my hands towards it to see if I’m hallucinating or if this abomination approaching my head is truly my own cock. While in my reverence for the diamond hard pillar attached to my groin John opens his eyes and, with considerable strength on his part, brings my cartoonishly swollen and nearly immovable dick to his mouth with one hand while he started to slowly alternate squeezing each of my throbbing, and still growing, softball sized nuts. I couldn’t help but lean my head back as much as my traps, which at this point have turned into yokes that would destroy even the mightiest of oxen, allowed as he starts trying to suck my very soul out of my dick using his mouth and tongue in ways that would make even the most experienced porn star blush and cross his legs. I drape my arm over my head with some hassle in an attempt to try and steady myself as my body is being assaulted with sensations few if any men have ever had in such severity. John started to pick up steam until he began to piston back and forth like a runaway locomotive, the whole time his head is bobbing up and down as he is trying to stuff as much of my grapefruit sized knob into his mouth that he cane manage. He took away the hand that had been teasing and fondling my churning balls that had become trapped between his body and my grotesquely thick legs, eliciting a burst of precum from me with every thrust. He starts to savagely beat off my dick with both of his hands. I immediately, to my best effort, replace his hand with my free one to both rub and squeeze my balls as I’m getting absolutely wrecked by John’s efforts. Between my ass being further stretched out by John’s dick which can now shame nearly all land based mammals, my nearly volleyball sized nuts being molested between both our bodies and my hand, my arm incidentally rubbing an exorbitantly sensitive nipple that is now wired straight to my cock, John’s tongue and throat attempting to become intimately familiar with every molecule of my dick he can stuff into his gullet, and both of John’s strong calloused hands trying to start a fire with the sheer amount of friction he is producing attempting to overload my dick the following flood of cum that was raging to exit my body would be beyond biblical in scale. Pressure built up to a seething point as cum barreled its way up the excessive length of my shaft right into John’s unprepared throat. His eyes, mouth, and throat bulged as he was forced to guzzle down an unrelenting stream that was spurting out of the corners of his mouth which now looked more like a chipmunk with its mouth stuffed full. I’ll give John credit that he was able to keep up with flood violently cascading into his gullet as long as he did. As I was staring into the very eyes of God himself from my dick firing off like an unmanned fire hose I could feel John respond in kind as my body’s nerve destroying convulsions brought him past the edge. I could feel what I was doing to his now ballooning ab covered gut full of my seed as he released his own torrential explosion deep inside of me. His previous orgasm may have felt like lava flowing into my body but with his recent growth it felt more like my body was being invaded by the very molten heart of the earth itself. As John let loose salvo after frenzied salvo he let go of my still frantically bucking dick giving himself an accidental facial as if his head was submerged completely in water; my cum was flying everywhere with such force as to hit the other side of the room with very forceful sounds of impact until it’s nigh unmovable titanium hard mass returned with a painful impact to its new home, my chest. I had about a single second to process what happened as I could feel a bulging mass of semen approach the insurmountable wall that is my chest, my dick had hit with such force and precision it is now stuck and otherwise clamped shut in my cleavage with the head staring me down a mere two inches from my face like an infuriated cyclops. As I was attempting to say something, anything at all, the pressure built up to the breaking point; my dick swiftly changed from a light dribble of cum trying to escape to a powerful stream to finally the entirety of the bulging mass of back up cum swelled my dick to the point of pushing my pecs aside as a pressure washer surge painfully coated my entire head. John and I both let out a sound Lovecraftian in nature as we continued cumming in synchrony, our collective efforts were visibly flooding nearly half of the room as I could feel cum viscously rebound off of my head that I was unable to move out of the path of fire due to my neck and traps both were bloated with so much muscle it impeded any movement. Despite the sheer density of my ass even it was unable to stymie the flood coming out of my asshole as my now rotund muscular gut was filling past its max capacity. I felt the warm flow spread around me in all directions as John neither could have or would have relented even if he was able to. We were both at the complete mercy of our bodies as they tried to expel every last drop of seed but eventually the flow tapered more and more until, with a few normal sized spurts, we were spent entirely. I have never once in my life been so worn out, so sweaty, and so out of breath; the closest I’ve ever come to it in my life is after a particularly harrowing leg day we had the bright idea to climb up multiple flights of stairs to end the workout with some “cardio.” John collapsed on top of my chest further driving my still hard dick into my chest trapping it between us. He stared into my eyes trying to gather his wits and breath before kissing my cum covered face. I responded back fiercely in kind trying to take in his essence as I felt both of our dicks twitch, his still deep inside of me. Very slowly John withdrew leaving me feeling like I had lost a part of myself. When he was finally nearly out of me I could feel a sea of John’s cum leave with his dick, my gut shrank back down to an impossibly thick column of bricks as the sea wall broke and the tide left with him. John stumbled to his feet still reeling from our shared experience that may very well have left us now believing in a high power. With John’s dick finally out of my body I could only stare in disbelief and a sense of pride in my new found bottoming abilities to have taken in a dick I could only describe as something that would require a joint in the middle of its expanse if not for it being attached to John’s fucking crotch. For all the good it would do him, John could have another one of his girthy arms in the middle of his pelvis for the same effect. John walked over to me and offered a hand to help me finally stand up after our little “ordeal.” As John very visibly struggled to help pull me up onto my feet he chuckled to himself and told me “I may have…failed to mention but I was told that effects are increased greatly if you take in more than one dose so close to another.” John nervously laughed while trying to scan my face for any reaction as I precariously stood up since I had first tripped nearly two hours ago. “…I also probably shouldn’t have given us a dose to each of our nuts too. Heh heh, oops?” I looked him in the eyes then scanned around the room taking notice of the vast ocean of cum that had mainly come from me flooding a good near third of the room, walls, and ceilings, and spied his duffel bag with what looked like a few syringes of this miracle serum sticking out of it just enough to catch my attention. As I was about to address John concerning his idiocy my eyes fell onto one of the mirrors near me that I hadn’t repainted in white. I could feel my dick start to harden from its current semi hard state as I took stock of my new physique now that I was finally able to get a proper look at it. I looked like a caricature of an overly exaggerated drawing of a wet dream to someone with a very active imagination. I couldn’t even begin to guess at how much I must weigh now, 400lbs? 500lbs? 700lbs? No man that I have ever seen outside of photo shopped images has ever come remotely near to what I've turned into, there was just nothing to compare it to and at this point I’d probably have to go to a zoo to get a scale that I wouldn’t break with just one foot resting on it. I was able to move well enough now for the most part…just barely though. I guess John’s “help” actually did limber me up enough to be able to move around though if I got another dose of that fucking serum I’d be screwed. My body has inflated to such a staggering size now that there was nearly no part of it not interfering with another no matter how I moved. My arms would be stuck in a crucified position if I got any bigger since my both my chest and back have started an eternal war as they encroached onto the territory my arms have already conquered for their own. At this point I’ve come to terms that I will never be able to see my feet for the rest of my life without the use of a mirror and the only part of my dick I could see is what has decided to make its permanent residence in the middle of my chest…my balls are as much of a lost cause as my trying to see my feet now though their heavy weight ensured I will never forget they are there. The four doses I took in such short order have blown up my lats to such an egregious amount that I no longer have a v-taper so much as a u-taper now, even from the front you can see my lower back expanding outwards struggling to keep up with the rest of my back that now rivals a 747 tire’s diameter. Two pieces of my largest suitcases laid side by side would still not compare to the sheer solid wall that is now my chest and oddly enough my arms are now as round and thick with muscle that my torso prior to tonight would struggle to measure up. Finally my pride and joy, my legs, still over powered the rest of my physique but thankfully nowhere near as badly before my growth. If I could stand up straight anymore without my legs forcing my stance to widen a few feet apart you would mistake them for solid columns of the strongest marble that the ancient Greeks would use only in their holiest of temples. There was no space between my legs, they would not allow it, asides from a very small area where my knees would be visible if not for their being consumed by my quads. Further down I could see that my calves now resembled like a football designed for giants in shape and size; not even with my exaggerated bow-legged stance was I able to keep them from rubbing each other. As I was in my trance like self-reflection/worship I could feel my dick slowly leak more and more precum creating a slow waterfall off of my chest and onto the floor around me. As I looked upwards while I was finishing my inventory of my new body I could feel and see an impending bombardment take shape as it made its way upwards with my gaze. I looked into my eyes in my reflection to ensure I wasn’t dreaming as my cock (which I can only now refer to it as my godhood rather than my manhood), still firmly secured in between my pecs, let loose barrage after barrage into the ceiling with such force it took destroyed the fluorescent lights above me and rained around me threatening to flood the area even more. John watched on in awe like reverence as I lived up to my moniker’s namesake by making a one man storm deluging white everywhere in range. When I finally stopped cumming I quivered uncontrollably in aftershock, my movements were creating an earthquake over my body as I flexed and relaxed every muscle rapidly. “Rai? …are you alright?” John asked as I brought my attention back to him. “Oh, I’ve never been better.” I responded in a voice that had grown so deep I no longer recognized it as my own, a voice like an animalistic growl that I could feel emanate from a place inside me that had not seen the light of day until John unleashed it. I felt my dick jump a bit as I reveled in the feel of both my body and voice. “John.” I said commanding his undivided attention. “…yes, Rai?” John responded like a cowed child. “You do know you just raped me right?” John immediately stood up at full attention and all the color drained from his face. “What! But I! But you!” he stammered his voice cracking as he realized the implications of what he’d done. Tears begun to stream down his face as he ran over to hug me, or tried to at least as his arms only made it part way around my front. “Raymond I’m so fucking sorry man I couldn’t help myself, will you ever forgive me?! You know how it is in the bodybuilding circuit man, coming out is career suicide and I never told you because I was afraid how you’d react.” His words were punctuated with sobs as he continued. "I’ve been attracted to you for almost as long as I’ve known you and when I was so close to you lying naked on the floor I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Beat the shit out of me, turn me in, call the IFBB and out me I don’t care Raymond I...“ I silenced the idiot with a kiss on the mouth. I held the kiss until I could finally feel John relax. I brought a hand softly to his cheek as we finished the kiss. “John, I never knew…” I slapped him hard enough to knock the taste right out of his mouth with the hand I had on his cheek. “But, I am still pissed off at you. You know what you’re right; we did have fun and it felt great, fucking hell I have never cum that hard, often, or so much before in my life, and I found out things about myself I never knew before but that said you should of fucking asked me or fucking something you dip shit!” John took a step back and hung his head in defeat. “What the fuck is with that look? At least let me fucking finish talking before you get all mopey.” I barked out at him. “I forgive you.” John started to look back up at me as the water works started up again. I smiled at John who smiled in return now looking like a kid who was told the football team captain wanted to go to prom with him. “I forgive you but fair is fair.” John look a little confused with a sudden realization dawning on him. “What was it you told me while before you fucked me?” John looked a little uneasy and winced at my words. “’Hey man, don’t be selfish. It’s my turn to get off’ right?” John stopped smiling. “Well you’re right I’ve cum what, four or five times now? Poor old you only got off once right?” I put a hand on his shoulder pressing down and started to stroke his cock slowly. “Well…I haven’t gotten the chance to top yet so let’s make this square, little man.” I applied a tiny bit of my immense strength to the hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. “No pain.” I stopped stroking him and lightly hit him across the face with the behemoth I call a dick. “No fucking gain.” John shuddered as he came hands free while staring up at me. “And that one doesn’t count."
  13. Post that was with the original story on the old forum explaining where the idea came from: This was inspire by a conversation with a fellow forum member which was about "What would happen if some one like Fankhouser, Pakulski, Jeff Long, or Flex Lewis suddenly gained a lot of muscle?." I mean their legs are genetically predisposed to favor growth over a lot of their body so if they gained, let's say, 100lbs then a fair percentage would go straight to their legs right? Some of them have already noted issues with clothes, movement, and so on so a massive jump in size would most likely leave them with a severely limited ability to move. Well, that and the fact I love immobility but realize it is more of a niche fetish or what have you so I'm compromising and making where it's only semi-immobility.
  14. Holy hell I can't believe I forgot to post the next chapter way back when I posted this...though I never did finish the final chapter which may of been the reason why. Well, either way here is chapter two. Raijin: Then Comes the Thunder... Raijin "The God of Thunder Thighs" they call me for when I walk my thighs are like an encroaching storm rolling over the horizon promising lightning and fury. I felt an immense pressure for the first time in my life attempting to invade my ass and it wasn't going the way it should. "John..." I said with gritted teeth holding back a grunt and myself holding a punch. "Holy fuck Rai! I knew your legs and ass were the best but I can't believe how tight you are!" He said without missing a thrust as he tried to force himself in further. "Unf....John, woul-unf-d you listen." "Shit man you feel so fucking good I can't take it I'm about to cum already!" John thrust a little further in to drive his point home. "Mmf...JOHN! Take it out or so help me I will squeeze your dick off!" "You mean you can get tighter? Holy crap bring it!" I start to try to get myself up, as best as I can with my meat packed legs draped over his shoulders. John notes this and withdrawals, I lie back down and let out a sigh of relief. "Fine man, I needed a break anyway before I came too early." John said while winking. I was about to tell the smug prick off when I feel his callused hands go from the sides of my excessive ass and underneath instead. "John what the fuck are you doing?!" He ignores my question as his head disappear behind my quads and calves. I'm now ass up completely into the air with feet resting on John's wide lats and traps. Right as I am about to thrash out of his grip I his hot breath next to my no longer mint condition hole. "John you fag, what the fuck are you...OHMYGODWHATAREDOING?!?" I scream while letting lose a guttural moan from a place deep inside me I never knew existed. John's thick tongue is sampling my wares, I can feel him swirling his tongue, flicking it, and stabbing it in and out all almost simultaneously. He withdraws to get a breath and exhales hard on my wet hole which causes my massive body to reflexively shudder in rapture. He nuzzles his chin back and forth in my deep crack, his copious stubble setting off nerve endings that have never been stimulated like this before; I let loose another long and deep moan which causes John to chuckle. I can feel my enhanced dick slowly climb its way up each of my deep cut abs, the sensitive head trailing precum all over my stomach. "Rai loosen the fuck up and not just your ass either man. What's with the labels?" He punctuates the question with another tongue flick. "Sex is sex, if it feels good who cares if it’s with a man or a woman?" To prove his point he elicits another moan from me by non-stop rimming me for what feels like hours in my addled state. My mind can't comprehend what the hell he's doing to semi-virgin ass hole. I'm thrashing my legs around flexing them as hard as I can, curling my toes, and spreading my ass instinctively even farther open for his continued assault. He stops and I see his head poke around my legs. I'm still reeling and moaning, I can't help but stare at him. I see myself in the mirror giving John a look begging him to never stop. "That's what I fucking thought; I'm just giving a god like you what you deserve." John smirked. He disappears behind the insurmountable wall I claim to be my legs and I feel him raise my ass even higher as he digs his face into my hole. The combined feelings of his tongue and stubble on such a sensitive area is getting me to leak so much from my dick that I can feel it dripping copiously; my dick is leaking so excessively its trailing all over my ballooning chest. I'm damned near spurting out like he's found the on valve and turned it on just enough to drive me wild. I thrash harder and can't stop moaning, I see myself in the mirror noting that my cock is so hard, stiff, and agitated its almost turning purple. "Jo-moan-hn, I'm...moan...going to..Oh my god..," I don't even have the chance to finish the sentence. I could feel my balls pull up so hard that I nearly gasped in pain. The man has found the floodgate and blown it wide open. I cum so hard I feel it ricochet off my pecs, I look into the mirror and see it coming out in streams as it rebounds off several feet away and onto one of the mirrors. I look up as I see a waterfall of my own juices stream over my chest going through every crevice, rolling over every vein, and flowing down to my shoulders and face. I move my head out of the way while continuing scream in ecstasy and unable to stop even if I had wanted to. After what had to be a few unabated minutes of me making a mess everywhere I feel John lower my sensitive ass down to the ground. I hear a ruffling noise but am in no place to comprehend what's happening. I can hardly catch my breath from the moaning that just won't stop, aftershocks riveting my body as I can't help but flex my entire body and curl up my toes while I'm completely lost in the feeling. Just as I catch my breath I try to rise, disrupting the cum that had pooled in my traps adding more to the lake underneath me, John picks my ass up again. "Huff...huff...John for the love of god I can't take anymore." "Rai, man, what does Coleman say all the fucking time eh? No pain, no gain stud! And hey man don't be selfish, it's my turn to get off." I'm too tired to even put up a token effort to get away as John places his dick right at my hole. With one powerful thrust from his thick legs he gets his dick in almost completely, much farther than last time at that. His dick feels like an exceptionally thick and veiny iron rod that is as hot smelted steel. "John you bastard I swear to God!" As I threaten my assailant grabs both of my ankles. He spreads my legs holding onto my ankles like some lever and pushes them down till I'm doing the splits. (What can I say, crowds love that pose and with my legs it never fails to get an uproar when I'm onstage.) For the first time since this started I'm able to look at more than John's head while he fucks my ass. My dick gives an appreciative jump at the site of my fellow muscle god. John, while thrusting very lightly, bends over and gets an inch from my face. "You can't hide the fact you’re enjoying this man." He gives my swiftly hardening dick a long tug. "Now calm down, we're just two men appreciating each other’s hard work in a very fun way." Right as I'm about to say something John leans in and puts his tongue into my mouth. He thrusts again, much harder this time, causing my dick and body to jump. I can't help but kiss the bastard back; I put my arms around him and draw him in closer. He thrusts once more and as I moan I feel a small pain in my shoulder and that strange burning hot/freezing cold sensation again. "JOHN WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU INJECT ME AGAIN?" John thrusts hard again which silences me with an unsolicited moan. "Heh, Rai I neglected to tell you something about the shot. While you do gain a massive amount of size, it affects the areas near the injection site the most." "...what. Why the hell did you let me inject my legs?" "Hey you're the one who pulled down his fucking pants, you're the one who fucking didn't let me even explain shit, and plus when I saw that amazing ass I was dumbstruck like usual." John said with his permanent shit eating grin. Just as I was about to cuss him out three things happened: 1) The growth was kicking in and it would not fucking wait for anything. 2) John thrusts all the way in and I could feel his thick balls warmly resting next to my ass cheeks. 3) And for the first time ever I felt my prostate get barraged. I let out a long silent scream as I instinctively free my legs from John's grasp and wrap them, well as much as I able to now, around John's back. At this point legs nearly completely cover his thick lats. I place my feet hooking up and under his ass forcing him to drive further into me. As my thick dick gives a very appreciative spurt I could feel my body being slowly lifted off the ground from my rapidly expanding back. My head is swimming and unable to taken in all the sensations from my bloating and increasingly sensitive body. I lift my heavy arms which are being violently pushed up and away from the rest of my body and I start to explore myself. I'm elated to finally get the upper body I've wanted...the upper body I fucking deserve! While continuing to moan I caress my cum covered abs taking in their ridges and crevices one by one. My dick swells along with the rest of me and soon bumps into my hand causing me to gasp sharply. As I take my hand away I trail a long rope of pre from my cock all over my chest which has thickened enough that I can no longer see John over it as he causes me to writhe in pleasure. I trace my fingers over the ridge of my cleavage which is now fighting against itself for room and is deep enough that I doubt light will ever reach the bottom again. John was right I noticed, my legs are growing and I can feel them getting further away from his back and pressing into each other for room; but the growth was no were as severe as it is for the rest of me. With one hand questing for a beckoning nipple my other starts to rub the veins and crevices of my inner thighs. I find my arm is no longer able to reach around my chest to allow me at my nipples, I try in vain as my biceps continue swelling away from me making it essentially impossible for me to ever reach them again without assistance. John watches me the intently the entire time as I slowly fondle my visibly churning balls, he thrusts in unison with my heavy breathing eliciting more moans and another raging stream of pre from dick. Even my thick and callused hands can't even begin to cup one of my throbbing nuts let alone both of them. John increases his pace and I can feel him swelling inside of my vice like ass, he bites lips and stares at the ceiling. "Rai I can't hold it in! Your ass is milking my dick dry man." He says while visibly straining to restrain the inevitable flood. He lets out a final deep moan which I can feel in my own sympathetic and spasming dick. "You fucking stud I wish you could feel how amazing this...AH, OH GOD!" John's girder of a cock swells one last time as volley after volley is let loose. I can't help but yell with him in ecstasy as I'm filled with what feels like molten lava, his convulsing finally pushes me past my threshold. My dick, which has been so stiff it's hovering a few inches over my stomach like a marble statue, starts bucking so hard I can feel it smack my abs with a loud and painful thwack. I try to reach for it but John swats my hand away putting his own onto it. He times his thrusts with my exploding dick greatly amplifying the volume. I just can't stop cumming and I'm thankful that my chest had grown so monstrously thick that not even my dick's violent spasming can breach the sea wall that are my pecs, I wish I could say the same about the floor though. After a few minutes of uninterrupted fireworks we’re finally spent. John collapses on my chest allowing me to see his sweaty face for the first time since he gave me the second injection. Now I've seen him sweaty at the gym and always with that dumbass grin but never had I seen him like this, smiling with the afterglow of a good and thorough fucking. He looks at me and, while absentmindedly stroking my chest and arms, says "Man Rai I'd wish we'd done this sooner, but hey the party is just getting started." It took me a second longer than it should have for me to realize what he meant and John used my confusion to his advantage. He grunted in pain and I felt like I got kicked in my balls followed by that hot/cold feeling. That fucking bastard, not again…
  15. I'm pretty sure you are looking for A God Created in Seven Days, there's a bit more to the story than what you remember/wrote, the guy uses the machine which acts like the fortune teller machine in Big...sorta. He wakes up every day over the next week getting closer to his ideal with his life changing to reflect the new him but there is a catch, he can not cum a single time until he gets back to the machine on the final day or he loses it all but the thing is each day he gets hotter and more people want to be with him. It gets harder and harder to be celibate for that small time frame despite his best efforts. https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/5738-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/5739-p1.html https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/5740-p1.html
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