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  1. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    "Why do you always make me take off my shirt when we ride the bus?"
  2. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    "Hey kid, smashing your car into the size of a pumpkin got me all hot and bothered. Why don't you come over here and give me some release."
  3. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    It was my birthday, so he brought a big package.
  4. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    We were hiking and suddenly my pal turned to me and said, "All this fresh air is making me need to plow." That was the only warning I got.
  5. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    "Since this is the third padlock you've asked me to crush today, I get the feeling these lockers aren't yours."
  6. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    The moment I became his toy.
  7. londonboy

    Captions, My Captions

    "Dude, your pants are drooling. See something you like?"
  8. londonboy

    Captions, My Captions

    One day he asked if he could take my picture and we've been together ever since.
  9. londonboy

    Captions, My Captions

    "I'm the only security system this compound is ever going to need."
  10. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    The only thing that would make him more perfect is if he told me he could lift an SUV.
  11. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    When we need on of the Pyramids moved we call him. Watching him lift the massive thing is such a turn on.
  12. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    When you want to volunteer to be the dog.
  13. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    "Bite down on that nip, boy. I'll roll my pecs and lift you off the floor."
  14. londonboy

    Make It Never Stop - Parts 1-5

    The first time it happened my addiction to the way growth made me feel was instantaneous and would clearly be lifelong. If I sat sill – completely still – and focused I could actually sense my cells doubling at the same time the nipple-popping, ball-tightening, skin-warming sensation enveloped my body and sent me to a place where the only thing that mattered was feeling this good and growing. It felt like a thousand warm, wet pairs of lips were massaging my entire being with soft, juicy kisses. It certainly helped that each growth spurt – excuse the pun – ended in orgasm, but the feeling that came as I grew bigger was actually much more enjoyable than the happy ending. Hugeness was what it was all about. Because I was so focused – so entranced with the changes – that first time I actually noticed some dark hairs sprouting up and down my forearm while layers of tissue under my outer skin bubbled and moved around to make room for what my body was producing so quickly. I could sense that the new tissue – the so-called layers of skin – which were being formed were much more dense, more packed than what existed before. My body was simply getting a strong protective armor for the muscle that was molding itself bigger as it grew below. I knew, instinctively, that all the blissful feelings I was encountering somehow originated from muscle mass multiplying on top of itself and hardening into something that would later be used to do amazing things. This was what bodybuilders obviously felt on some slighter level during the intense pump of a workout. They said endorphins were sent to the brain to let it know how great all of this felt and I think my endorphins were working on overload, because my brain only wanted more. I watched with awe as my forearm became ever so slightly bigger and more chiseled. It wasn’t the mind-blowing expansion of Hulk films, but it was enough for me to notice. It was enough for me to want more . . . much more. When the rumbling beneath my skin stopped I swear I felt heavier. It was the wildest sensation – knowing you actually took up more space, even if it was very slight. As soon as my body had recovered – both from the growth and the end-of-the-change orgasm - and my mind returned fully to the living room of my apartment, I went to the bathroom to weigh myself, but passing the mirror made me immediately stop. Cum-inducing and model-level dark stubble had forced its way out across my cheeks, chin, and jawline. I reached up and scraped my fingers against the bristles of manly fur, which now framed my face. I also noticed that my face was thinner, my eyes a darker sky-blue, and my skin seemed to glow with healthiness that was almost otherworldly. Profanity is the only logical reaction to something so astounding. I stood there and let out a few expletives as I marveled at the changes – even if they were subtle – to my face. My hardening cock smacked up against the edge of the sink – that’s how turned on I was. It usually took me at least forty-five minutes to recover from an orgasm – and the one at the end of my growth in the other room had been super intense. It seemed, however, my improved body was quickly ready for round two. That day, at work, three different people asked if I had started going to the gym. Me! They asked the guy that didn’t break one hundred pounds until his senior year in high school. On closer thought, though, it didn’t seem so weird. I could seriously feel that my body stood more erect than the day before. I could also detect that there was some new scent or aura the pores of my body were emitting. The barista, who usually ignored me when I came into the coffee shop, actually smiled while I ordered. The guy that came in to service the copier at work kept stealing glances at me while I explained the problem. I could tell he was slightly flustered in a way that had him befuddled. There was something unknown that was rocking his world. I know this is crude, but I even noticed that when I peed the stream was much more forceful and lasted a lot longer. I swear it sounded like a large waterfall. On the second morning my reactions to the developments were even more intense than on the first day. My hands shook with anticipation as I waited. I forced myself to be patient and not let worries about the growth maybe not happening a second time enter my head. I calmed myself by meditating and that’s when the incredible feeling from the day before returned. This time, my fingers and toes radiated heat and the joys of those thousand kisses first. I stared at my hands and saw veins bulging as blood pumped through them harder than usual. I watched as my fingernails grew slightly – right there before my eyes. And then I started to get really turned on as I felt each finger thickening and extending further out on the coffee table. I could sense that the same thing was happening to my feet. The thought of someday growing out of my shoes thrilled me in a way that made it clear there was probably a hidden fetish lurking in my head. My attention was quickly stolen from my feet when I suddenly realized – simply from the intense pleasure-pain coming from that part of my body – my nipples were growing. I moved my fingertips to them immediately and the nubs were not only getting harder, they were pressing further out and resisting when I tried to push. They were like hot pokers shoving against burning logs. I pinched them hard, just to intensify the pleasure and you would have thought my heart would certainly give out from the jacked-up reaction within my entire body. I could also feel that my areolas were stretching out bigger underneath my nips. Cork-sized nipples supported by doorknob sized areolas was such a turn on for me, and I got the feeling someday looking at my own would make me spurt. While my hands went to town on my hardened plugs, they also began to feel thick spikes of hard hair pushing up across my chest. The gratification of sprouting fur was so intense I immediately wished I could be a werewolf and have this kind of pleasing growth all over my body. It was clear that my fingers were still thickening and at the same time my palm widened to match their size. As usual, the growth process ended with me arching my back as my cock spewed uncontrollably – showering my stomach and chest with thick cum. Today, I didn’t pause to clean myself off when I finished shooting. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom – letting out a loud, and shockingly deeper, yell when I saw that I now had a full Paul Bunyan-like thick beard, more intensely piercing blue eyes, and a golden hue to my skin that screamed of time spent out in nature. The matted fur on my chest was spectacular – perfectly manicured for my still-small frame, but giving a glimpse of what it would look like when it covered huge muscles. I brought my hand up to feel the thick hair and to scoop up some of the dense, white, powerful-looking spooge that globbed very masculine on my chest. I knew I had to taste it and I was rewarded with a healthy salty-sweet paste that screamed for the strongest Borolo wine available as a pairing. My mouth was the first thing to fully recognize the new size of my fingers. I still had my forefinger resting on my tongue and my lips closed around it as my teeth registered that this particular part of my body had intensified not only in size but also in appearance. When I held up my hand I almost shot another load – the thing did not look like it could belong to me. It wasn’t tremendously bigger, but I could easily tell where I was headed in the area of hand and finger width. Palming basketballs would soon not be a problem. That’s when I suddenly remembered what supposedly came with big hands. I reached down and wrapped my other big mitt around my hard cock – immediately shocked to find out my best friend of so many years had thickened as well. I looked down and stumbled back a little as I beheld a veiny, longer, and clearly more abundant tool than the day before. I also couldn’t help but noticing the thick curls of my dark pubic hair screaming out in some kind of testosterone-laden manliness. I grabbed my balls, marveling at how they had grown, too – sinking lower and dwarfing my old ones. Glancing down at my cock I also couldn’t help but notice my new feet – longer, hairier and thicker. How in the hell could feet look so damn virile? I was certainly going to still fit in my shoes, but barely and those bigger things were going to hurt like hell by mid-day. As I stared down below I suddenly realized I was subconsciously tensing my arms at my side – with bunched up fists and forearms ablaze with new striations. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. It just seemed like the right thing to do. And then I brought my arms up into a flawless double biceps pose. It’s not like I had morphed into some mega-huge bodybuilder. My guns were still pretty scrawny, but I could tell that the muscle underneath had gown harder and slightly thicker – as if preparing for what was to come. I began to imagine what my arms were going to look like one day and that’s when a second round of hot cum shot into the air and then rained down into the sink in front of me. On that day, my favorite barista smiled even broader as I walked in and when he handed me my coffee we both noticed my enhanced manly hand. He turned red when I looked up and caught him staring at it. I was surprised he didn’t even have to look at my name on the cup when my order was up. I had clearly begun to make a lasting impression. Later, at work, I broke two pencils just from gripping them too tightly with my new enhanced hands. It was obvious I needed to start getting used to my new body way before it truly grew. It was like I was being given time for many dress rehearsals before the actual big show. Later that day, my boss came into my office to review a presentation and while we were sitting there he started asking if the air conditioning was broken. I felt fine and a call to maintenance confirmed that everything was working okay, but he soon had to loosen his tie and undo a couple of buttons on his dress shirt. He kept saying it was like some kind of strong warmth was overpowering him. He kept taking deep breaths, like there was a aroma that pleased him. He also asked if I had started using one of those hand grippers to exercise because my forearms – highlighted by purposefully rolled up sleeves – looked bigger and my grip had seemed stronger when we shook hands. I assured him I did not own such a device. He shook his head in disbelief and suggested I get maintenance to look at the vents in my office because he really was light-headed. After he left, I just marveled at the changes to my body and what it was doing to other people. That evening, on my way home, I purchased some new dress shoes, which were a couple of sizes too big. I wanted to be prepared. Morning wood did not come close to describing the throbbing hard-on that greeted me when I awoke the next day. I was bloody thankful it was Saturday and I could stay naked as long as I wanted. I awoke looking forward to later on when the day’s changes would begin. I had come to realize that I should just go with the flow and not try to predict how I would evolve. It was best to just be present to whatever part of my body was being awakened into beast mode. I still wasn’t huge – but there was a developing self-awareness that caused an inner confidence that matched a big man. I wouldn’t have called it cocky – I certainly didn’t want to go and bully someone – but I would call it attentiveness to what was to come. I stood stronger, walked prouder, and spoke much more confidently than I ever had in my entire life - simply because of an inner knowledge of the fact that I was going to grow into someone that demanded respect just from their size . . . merely from their huge presence. That day, I lay down on the sofa to experience the enhancements. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever was coming be to begin, hoping I’d be fully cognizant of everything at the same time. My ass itched, so I raised my body off the sofa and scratched it. After lying back down it started to itch even more. I went to scratch it again, but then stopped – realizing this was today’s path. The feeling underneath intensified, but it quickly went from an itch to something awesome. I had never known so much delight could be felt in your butt cheeks. I knew of carnal delights, of course, which came from a nice pounding, but this was even better than that. I instantly knew my flat-as-hell ass was ballooning into one of those hard bubble butts that made people drool because they wanted to spank, kiss, or bounce quarters off of it. I could feel the entire lower and middle part of my body rising off the sofa as plates and plates of solid hard muscle reproduced itself on my backside. I slid my hands underneath and grabbed the cheeks, just to feel their growing size out-power my grip. Fingers were pressed out wider as baby clearly ‘got back’. In the midst of my butt joy came the knowledge that hair was sprouting up and down my legs, while thighs and calves were expanding. Oh, how I wanted to someday have legs so thick that my monstrous thighs made me waddle. I imagined myself with one of those ‘gotta prevent the chaffing’ walks because muscle was so ballooned it rubbed against each other, crackling loudly like leather. I knew today wasn’t the day for that, but I fully realized that I was adding some muscle mass under all that glorious thick hair growing up and down my wheels. I settled my mind and let it take me to other places. Suddenly, I could feel my upper back and shoulders broadening. I’d always had shoulders that drooped terribly and were narrower than hangers in the closet. I looked forward to one day having such width that I’d have to turn sideways to fit through doorways, when someone tried to pass me in grocery store aisles, or sharing a full seat with someone in small cars. My lats were spreading out, too – a specific muscle I didn’t even know I had until I saw pictures of musclemen who looked like they had giant wings when they did certain poses. I waited for the day when I would appear to be two people in a car when viewed from the automobile behind. The orgasm that followed that day’s growth was so astounding I actually took a short nap after the explosion. My body had just been too wrecked. I woke up on the sofa a half an hour later feeling so jacked I could have plowed an entire college football team after wrestling them all at the same time. When I was fully awake I jumped off the sofa and ran quickly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned around and nearly passed out when I saw the structural augmentations to my caboose. This was clearly the biggest change my body had undergone up to this point. I didn’t just have a bubble butt I had a gluteus maximus to the maximum. You could have rested a trunk on my trunk. I squeezed the thing and it indented like I was some pro bodybuilder and mouth-watering striations shot across the big thing. An hour later I was at the grocery store after having struggled like hell to get a pair of jeans over my ass and I was leaning across part of the produce section as I heard a huge guy wearing a shirt that said ‘I can bench your daddy’ mumbling to himself as he stared at me. It took a few seconds but I finally figured out he was saying, “Sweet mother of god will you look at that ass.” Later, as I was checking out the young woman bagging my stuff handed me a receipt with a hand written note on it and said it was from a big man – and adding that the guy said I’d know which one. The note said, “If you ever want that beautiful thing serviced call this number” and was followed by what I’m sure was his cell phone. I smiled when I saw that it was signed Rex. He had definitely looked like a Rex. Sunday might have been the day ‘the Lord hath made for resting,’ but my growing body did not take a break. I had spent a good part of the afternoon the day before making sure some of my work pants would still fit over my new enormous back shelf and had quickly realized I was down to just two pairs I could still wear. I wanted to hold off on shopping for new clothes because I had a feeling other big things were on their way. Sunday morning soon proved that theory to be true. Part 2 Since the dawn of man I assumed guys had been getting off on their own bodies. I had a feeling muscular cavemen drew pictures of themselves and then sat by the fire whacking off as they gazed at them. Or maybe they went down to the lake, nearby, and flexed their arm in the water’s reflection just to crank out a big load. I knew I was about to become one in a long line of men that simply loved being big and got off on admiring just how big they were. I accepted all of this as fact without any guilt or embarrassment. I looked forward to the day when I could stand in the middle of the gym, flex while looking in the mirror, get some major wood in my flimsy cotton shorts, and no one think twice about it. If a small guy does that everyone thinks he’s weird, but when a big muscled man does it it’s perfectly fine. I was ready to join that elite club. Sunday’s growth was foreshadowed by a burning sensation that wracked my body for about twenty minutes. I likened it to a blacksmith who gets the iron red with fire so he’s able to pound it into submission. My body was about to be pounded into something. I could just tell. It was hard to be patient about it, too. I couldn’t wait for the first time when some guy begged me to let him feel my flexed arm or for that day when the subway doors opened and the crowd split in two because my huge bulk was stepping off. It would be like a school of fish swimming around a big boulder. And, for sure, I couldn’t wait to kiss my own flexed gun while watching myself in the mirror. That had been one of the most popular fantasies that gave a happy ending to my lust-filled nights. All of the heat in my body was now focused at my stomach. For a few minutes I was afraid I had some kind of flu bug, but then I looked down and saw what was happening – my mouth opened wide in astonishment. The middle part of my body was elongating . . . I kid you not – it was being stretched lengthwise, like I was being pulled by some medieval torture machine. At the same time my stomach was exploding one by one with abdominal muscles, which actually hurt like someone was twisting my gut in the same way you wring out a towel. Significant bumps were popping out one by one across what used to be a non-descript flabby belly. It actually kind of sounded like corks escaping multiple champagne bottles. Even in the midst of the painful transformation I was able to slide one of my hands down there and feel the hard speed bump like ridges bulging into being. It felt as if someone had sliced some steel tubing and slid it under my skin. The hardness, where I used to only feel soft blubber, was intoxicating. I crunched my abs and my cock stood straight up from the thrill of feeling how my stomach turned into corrugated metal. I finally had a six-pack! Whoa, I looked again and noticed I had an eight pack. Some guys want money. Some guys want fast cars. Some guys want pretty women. I wanted muscle . . . and not just some kind of gymnast in-shape kind of body, I wanted to be the kind of swole that caused wet crotches no matter what the onlooker’s gender was. I, of course, preferred sex with men, but I figured when it came to worshipping my muscles I could be gender open. I actually think I would be fine even without worshippers – knowing that my big body would thrill me even more than it would other people, but having that one special admirer was definitely a goal. My mid-section finally ceased its contortions and I was able to twist my muscled core to marvel at the chiseled magnificence that was my new and improved abdominals. I also noticed having that kind of stomach actually made my chest pop out some, but then I realized that my pecs had actually grown a little – gifting me with what most people would call a swimmer’s tight upper body. When I stood up I freaked out a little by how much my view had changed. I was at least six to eight inches taller, maybe even more. My mid-section had not been the only thing to lengthen. My legs had extended, my arms had extended, and even my neck had gotten longer – and thicker. I was shocked at how a few inches could change your whole perception – both about the world around you and within. I knew I would no longer be the guy at concerts who couldn’t see the stage or have to call my friends because they couldn’t see me in the crowd at a club. It took me a few seconds to stop swaying from the dizziness of newfound height. I felt my body slowly recognizing its new size, its new muscled core from where confidence and power radiated. I had always heard a person needed a good core to be healthy, but I had never understood it until this moment. I no longer slouched. My shoulders didn’t cave in forward. And my stomach stayed hard as hell and ripped beyond belief even when I was relaxed. I went to the park shirtless for the first time ever in my life that day. It was the most freeing thing I had ever done – well, second to telling my family and friends I was gay. I didn’t second-guess the decision at all. I didn’t even take a shirt for the off chance I would chicken out. None of my t-shirts would have fit to begin with. They all would have shown off my stomach like I had purposefully bought mid drift tops for males. I simply knew I now had the kind of body where no one would wonder why I had chosen to leave it uncovered. It was more than that, though. I wanted to show off. I wanted to tense my abs and make the young guy giving me the ice cream I purchased totally miss the cone with the scoop of chocolate pistachio because he was staring at my stomach. I wanted the two high school girls to come up and plead with me to allow them to feel my ribbed middle – feeling like it was definitely inappropriate until their moms stepped up and asked to be second. I kind of hoped there would have been two dads to follow but that didn’t happen. It also took some getting used to the fact that I could see so many more things from my new height. Checking out cute guys standing in a crowd was so much easier when you were tall. Seeing options on tall shelves in shops – things I wouldn’t have even known were there before – was so much better. And looking eye to eye – or, bless me, even down – when talking to another big man was so freaking fantastic. I always had a stiff neck before from having to look up. It wasn’t until halfway through my time at the park that I realized I’d been running my hand invitingly over my own rock-hard abs almost all the time – simply to cop a feel and not realizing how it looked to others. I came home with three more notes with phone numbers that day. The ice cream guy, a dude on roller blades that had the perfect combination of tattoos and muscles, and – to my surprise – one of the moms that had felt up my stomach all passed them on to me. At the bottom of the woman’s note it said, “We won’t tell my husband.” I had noticed her hands treaded awfully close to the waistband of my nylon shorts as she explored my hard stomach. I think she wanted to feel a lot more than just my abs. She was the first person to comment on the dark thick furry trail that went from the base of my hard stomach down to the top of my shorts – clearly marking a path to something really good. I glanced at it and my dick jumped a little – something she happily noticed. I had started a telephone number bulletin board in my study, so I placed the day’s gifts there when I got home. Rex’s number was still at the top. Before I even opened my closet I knew I had nothing in there for work that would fit me. I contemplated going out and buying new clothes, but I decided what I needed to buy was a little more time. I called my boss and let him know I wasn’t going to be able to come in tomorrow. I certainly had many sick days built up and I even realized I didn’t need to sound sick – my new lower voice - because of my taller slightly bigger body - made it sound like I had something as bad as the flu. I figured, if needed, I could maybe afford to take three days off. I was caught up on most of my work and during that time I could figure out what the next step would be. It was going to be kind of hard to explain the changes when I arrived after five days of growth, but I’d think of something. Maybe no on would notice. I looked down at my towering body. No, they definitely were going to notice. That night, as I ate my sixth grilled chicken breast and my fourth plate of mixed grilled vegetables I contemplated my desire to be big. Yes, I’d been small all of my life and that made me wish for more. Yes, I was gay and maybe I had some repressed desires to prove myself because of it. Yes, I know I always had wished I could be the not-a-care-in-the-world jock who always won the girl – in my place, the guy – in the end. And yes, I had been bullied a couple of times when I was younger. But I had worked on all of these things so much, that it was like a broken record. I had finally reached a point where I told my therapist that these were just things that had happened to me – like things happen to everyone – and she had told me not to come and see her anymore. She said I had a healthy attitude and was well adjusted. I’m not so sure she would have said that if I had told her I had a secret desire to be humongous. I’m talking Ronny Coleman big or even bigger. Come to think of it, she might have told me it was good to have a goal. The point I was trying to make to myself, however, was that I didn’t think my past made me want to be huge. It was something much more untamed – savage – within me. It was such a base instinct that it practically worked on a subconscious level. It’s only when I actually grew that I became totally obsessed with a desire to get bigger. It was like a drug that I needed to live. It was like something that had been incubating for a long time and was only fully born when I felt my first muscle change. I wanted to be big just to be big – to take up more space in the world. To feel my huge body as it did everyday things – making the bed, taking out the trash, or fixing a sandwich. I wanted to see humongous biceps pumped to the max as I was brushing my teeth. I wanted to have to struggle to get a tight shirt off. I wanted to have lay down on the bed in order to pull my jeans up over monstrous thighs. I wanted to bend my arm and feel it blossom into a big mound of muscle that bulged with hardness. I wanted to pick up things that other people found heavy and not realize how easy it was for me. I wanted to pick out shirts that highlighted my big body in a way that made traffic stop. I wanted to take up almost all the space in my queen-size bed. I wanted to hear sales clerks say, “I’m sorry sir, we don’t have anything in your size.” I wanted to have people sitting beside me in the theatre or on airplanes request a new seat because my hugeness crowded them. I wanted to feel heavier than hell when I walked – or when I bounced my mega pecs. I wanted to see people walk into things as they stared at me – shocked by my size. I wanted to see cocks harden in salutes to my body. I wanted to make furniture seem small. And then I wanted to meet someone special and hear him ask, “Will you pick me up” and “Will you flex for me.” I wanted to wake up in the morning and learn that he’s needed to pee for thirty minutes but since I held him in my big arms he wasn’t able to move. I then would hear that he tried to wake me up, but I even slept through him kicking me. I wanted my man to drool onto my hard muscle as he slept with his head resting on my biceps – dreaming of how big I am. I longed for the day when we’d be reading the paper in bed and he’d be unconsciously playing with my chest and nips as he looked at the articles. I looked forward to helping him do household chores by easily lifting him to dust things higher than his head, pick up furniture so he could vacuum underneath, and carry him around sometimes so he wouldn’t get worn out. I wanted to be big so my cute little man felt safe, protected, and proud when we were out. These thoughts made me realize my therapist would have definitely said there was more work to do – but then when she finally saw me all huge and covered in muscles she would have immediately understood. Part Three As light peeped through the half-closed curtains of my bedroom I began to crawl back to consciousness. I hadn’t even remembered moving to my bed or falling asleep last night. Clearly, yesterday’s growth and fun in the park had worn me out. I knew one day soon I would wake up and feel how the bed sagged from my weight and how it creaked as if begging for mercy when I rolled over or even moved a massively muscled leg. For today, I settled for sending my hand down to my mid-section and emitting a slight, low joyous moan when I felt the hardness that had been chiseled out in yesterday’s growth. Even without tensing, I had abs of steel-like, thick muscle that radiated power without me even looking at them. Touch, alone, was enough to make my cock shoot fully hard. But then I tightened my abdominals and immediately released a voluminous round of cum explosions, which rained down on me with loud splats that emphasized their size and their thickness. Three minutes into the day and I had released a load befitting of the huge man I would someday become. That was a new record for me. I had a feeling I had better get used to it. Buying a few extra sets of sheets was going to have to be a must on my list of things to do. I went to make a mental note, but realized my chest was tightening quickly – to a point where I could barely breathe. It suddenly dawned on me that I had slept a lot later than I usually did. Changes were already coming. I forced myself to stop gasping for breath and calmed my mind . . . as well as my body. The tightness continued, but my breathing – once slowed down – became almost normal again. Within my head I could hear bones in my chest growing. It was like plates were shifting underneath the earth’s surface. It sounded like some nearby construction site was pounding something big and heavy into the ground. I realized that this structural improvement was needed in order for a solid foundation to support what was to come. I ‘let go’ and just enjoyed the ride. My undercarriage was expanding. It needed to so that my outer body could go from being a Prius to becoming a Hummer. My shoulders began to broaden noticeably. I could tell they were going to cover a much larger width on the mattress when the growth stopped. My ribcage, sternum, backbones, and every other bone in my upper body were widening – setting the stage for a spectacular muscle show of the future. As if some muscle fairy that knew a lot about gym bodies was in charge of my growth, my lower body expanded as well – so I wouldn’t be one of those guys that has a muscular torso, but clearly never worked on his wheels. I sensed I was becoming a classic young ectomorph – tall and lean, but clearly with a mesomorph’s potential. One of my favorite online morphers specialized in tall muscular men and I got the feeling he really would have loved what was happening to me. Even though I didn’t think it was possible, my core intensified, as well. I could sense it was strengthening so it would easily support the gigantic hourglass shape I would someday possess. I also realized the moans that had unconsciously been escaping my mouth for the last few minutes had lowered many octaves – making my voice sound sexier than hell. I probably could have turned on Marvin Gaye just reading the phone book. Did they even have phone books any more? If they did I wanted to easily rip one apart for my little worshipping lover – or maybe two put together. I suddenly realized I was losing my focus. I returned to being attuned to my body. I laughed a little when I noticed the feeling below my waist. It felt like someone was applying layer upon layer of thick, wide duck tape around my cock. The thing was thickening to ‘oh my god that thing is not getting near me’ proportions. Thank goodness my hands were growing because my old puny things couldn’t have gripped my new tool to save my life. Say what you like about cocks – for some people found them ugly and some people adored them – it was clear, however, that my body was being shot through with adrenaline, testosterone, confidence, and just plain old stanky manliness, which was originating in my newly dense shaft and mega-sized balls. I could feel the beads of old self-doubt oozing out of my pores as masculine sweat and falling away from my body. My brain was being developed by my growth, as well, and it was fucking enjoyable beyond my wildest dreams. I thought about my little barista friend having to now tilt his head upward to talk to me and a shiver shot down my spine. I imagined his hand shaking as he handed me my coffee because my new attitude of awesomeness would be a little overwhelming. I imagined him staring at my new lean tall body with lust in his eyes. Again, I was getting too easily distracted. Returning my focus to my body gave me a glancing vision of what greatness was to come. I lifted my hands and saw that they had become truly monstrous – to match my new big-boned, lanky body. Not to mention to match and foreshadow the mammoth cock that now hung between my legs. If I had placed these hands beside my old ones you would have thought they were skin covered large baseball mitts. Only with thick fingers, too! They were covered in so much hairy, sinewy, manly goodness that my new substantial meat shot menacingly into the sky and erupted like a pornographic Mount Vesuvius sending hot lava miles away. The second massive ejaculation in less than thirty minutes! I was definitely continuing to fall in love with my new body and all it was capable of. Not stopping to clean myself or to even really register the intoxicating smell of big man sweat mixed with big man spunk, I quickly ran to the full-length mirror to take in the day’s enhancements. Damn, I immediately understood why some people found lanky men so gorgeous. A guy over six feet five inches tall, with broad shoulders and a V-shape that was to die for was not quite as good as a hulking bodybuilder body, but it was pretty damn close. I quickly noticed that all of my muscles were more pronounced and stripped with taunt sinew making me look like some kind of lean martial arts fighting machine. I tensed my body and gasped loudly as it exploded into tight muscles everywhere. I instinctively knew the foundation was now complete – I had the height, the bone construction needed, and the power-radiating core that would allow my body to morph into the muscle mountain that was waiting to be born. I reached down and grabbed the meat hanging low between my legs. When I lifted it I was shocked by how heavy it felt and by its new density. This was a tool made for pounding . . . for pleasing . . . for pleasing while it was pounding. I imagined my future husband impaled by the gorgeous thing like a man lollipop just waiting to be licked and sucked. I knew I had to find a guy that liked to be held in the air while he was fucked, because that was surely one of the reasons to have huge powerful arms and a rod that could become a battering ram. My balls hung gloriously down like someone was carrying two small watermelons in a skin colored sack. I couldn’t wait to go commando in cotton shorts and have those big things flop back and forth as my wheels propelled me across a gym floor. Or, better yet, I wanted to dance at a nightclub in nylon basketball shorts and have the thick dick and huge balls all bounce around in a hypnotic ‘come make me get hard’ kind of way. I suddenly had the intense desire for coffee - well, actually, I had an intense desire for a coffee man. He was about to have his mind blown . . . and maybe blow something else, too. When I put my mind to it, I could have a bed stripped, sheets running in the laundry, and my new lanky body all spit-perfect clean in less than thirty minutes. I was a man on a mission and the only thing that slowed me down was the fact that I had to choose something to wear. My biggest t-shirt was still skin-tight across the upper part of my torso and only hung just below my first set of tight hard abs. It would have to do. Shorts were slightly easier – thank god for the fleece ones I owned, which had been really long on my old body, but were nearing obscene on my new one. I didn’t care. I started to pull on some briefs, but then a little confident nudge in my brain told me they weren’t needed. I’d be giving the world a gift today. A pretty big gift, to be exact. I glanced at myself in the mirror and immediately felt trashy good. It seemed that more flesh was uncovered than covered, but that was just because of how good the uncovered part looked. I double-checked to make sure I couldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure and then I strode confidently from my place – ready for the adventured my hot body would cause. I didn’t have to wait long for my first victim . . . um, I mean reward. A stocky fifty-something mailman was standing at the boxes in our lobby when I came down the elevator. He glanced up as I was walking by and my chin lift hello, enhanced by my killer smile, made it as if he had seen a ghost. He kind of slammed his body against the bank of mailboxes, shot tense like his entire body had been thrown into a wonderful hard-on, and said ‘fuck me.’ I placed a big hand on his shoulder, looked down at him, and teasingly said, “Thanks for the offer, dude, but I don’t think this would be the ideal place. It’s a little too public. I gave his shoulder a slight squeeze and didn’t wait around to see if my contact with his body had done some damage to him below the belt. I felt like it was certain I could count him as reward number one. I was looking forward to my other admirers . . . one, in particular. It was a totally new feeling to walk down the street and know people were looking at you. I could feel it – in the same way I could feel the cool breeze blowing against my scantily clad body. I didn’t look down or away when I met people’s open mouth stares. I’d lock my gaze with theirs, smile, and nod my head a little to show my appreciation for their obvious drool-filled compliment. I was two blocks into the walk when I realized I was continuously pinching the hell out of my own nipples and rocking my shorts in a way that made it clear my big feet and hands were a precursor to something gigantic. No wonder I was getting so much attention. I forced my arms to dangle at my side and I immediately marveled at how my tall lanky body seemed to soak up the sunlight and made my new improved skin glow with healthiness. I had stopped at the little market on the corner near my building to buy the biggest pair of cheap flip-flops available and still my toes stuck over the edge a little. I knew my thick long piece of meat – finally calm since I wasn’t squeezing the hell out of my nubs – swung invitingly against the fabric of my shorts as I walked. Construction workers unloading a truck at one corner stopped what they were doing to gaze at me, and one was even brave enough to whistle loudly. I looked over and said ‘thank you’ which made them all break out into cheers and laughter. If canned music piped into coffee shops had been human, it would have gone silent just like the chatter abruptly stopped when I opened the door to my favorite place. It felt like a spotlight had suddenly screamed on – focused solely on me. I sort of noticed the intense attention, briefly, but I was more fixated on the fact that I had forgotten today was the day off for my little barista! How could I have let that slip my mind? Oh, probably it was the fact that my body had shot up a bunch of inches and it was getting ready for what I thought would be muscles beyond my wildest imagination. My disappointment must have clearly shown on my face because immediately the cute girl standing behind the corner told me to not worry, Landon would be back tomorrow. I turned beet red when I realized she was acutely aware of why I had been bummed and had even known about my connection with her co-worker in the first place. I, however, was extremely happy to know his name. I ordered my usual and stood to the side to wait for it to be made. Suddenly, I heard a sexy voice say, “Well, you’re a nice tall glass of handsome goodness.” I turned to find a guy in his mid thirties, mustached like he just stepped out of a seventies porn video, dressed nicely in a polo and cargo shorts. He was definitely taller than the old me, but quite a few inches shorter than my improved body. I looked down at him and smiled. Within three minutes of small talk we found ourselves locked in the men’s bathroom having not cared one bit if people saw us go into the single toilet room together. He had my body pressed up against the wall and our mouths were like two Hoovers battling out for the same speck of dust. It was all very nice and he was a very handsome dude, but something just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t place it at first and I worried that I was subconsciously feeling like I was cheating on Landon – which was crazy. In the middle of sucking face it suddenly hit me what the problem was and I knew how to fix it. I easily pushed the body of my coffee shop delight away from me and maneuvered my body away from the wall. At the same time I spun us around and then slammed his back against the concrete so my bigger body was pressing against his smaller one. Suddenly, the world was right. I felt a jolt of aggressiveness and let my huge hands grope all of his upper body. As soon as we had gotten to our proper places – the alpha dominating the pup – both of us began to enjoy the making out a lot more. I grabbed his wrists and held his arms above his head, loving how he squirmed as he tried to free himself. I never stopped sucking his face – even when I brought my thicker thigh between his legs and lifted his body a slightly off the ground, just by using one powerful leg to push him up. He was moaning so loud I had a feeling the staff was going to bust down the door to make sure the guy that was okay. Instinctively, something told me the guy was already on the cusp of an orgasm. It was a new sensation for me – to know some guy’s body so well I could intuit what was going on inside him. I knew, immediately, this was tied to the changes in my own body and that made me want to grow even more. I let go of one of his hands and reached down to grab his balls through his pants. I squeezed tightly and he instantly started bucking with his hips against my thigh. His ejaculation was powerful and long. He let out a loud half moan that stopped as soon as he started spurting. He was too overwhelmed to even cry out – his face tensed and purple. After what seemed like an eternity, he slumped against the wall and apologized for shooting so soon. He said the action was just too hot for him – and then added that I was too hot for him. I reached up and tweaked his hard nipple through his now wrinkled shirt and told him it was fine. I said I took it as a compliment. The pungent smell of his cum filled the bathroom and that turned me on even more. I had easily made this guy shoot off like a rocket. I accepted a business card from Taylor, kissed him hard one last time, and told him I’d see him around. I could see the poor guy was totally spent and would need to stay in the bathroom a little longer to rest after I left. I could also see he was going to have trouble hiding the growing wet stain at his crotch. Once I was outside the coffee shop, I did nothing to hide the raging hard-on I was sporting in my skimpy shorts. I let the newly enlarged cock poke across my left thigh as if I had stuffed a cement-filled two-liter bottle in my pants. I had never known men could look at you so savagely. It seemed I was the little fawn that had been dropped into a pack of starved wolves. Random guys on the street openly stared at my crotch, others licked their lips, and some even made comments as they passed. While waiting for the walk sign to change a tall college stud told me he could ride my big rod so hard it would make my head spin. I told him thanks and walked on. My new size made me feel powerful – and not just because of the extra meat I now had below the waist. I loved feeling tall, feeling physically fit, and knowing that almost every person who passed me couldn’t help but stare. I was turning into the hunk I had always wanted to be and soon I would have a massive body to match the cockiness I was starting to feel inside. Now my body looked healthy and like a fitness model, but I knew that I would soon grow bigger. I was going to be the kind of muscle freak that could make a dude light headed just by flexing. A simple scratching of my head would make my biceps swell so huge that people would gasp at the sight. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped and was again unconsciously running one hand up and down my corrugated abs while the other one squeezed my right nipple hard. I didn’t even realize I was pleasing myself so openly in public. Two guys in business suits sitting on a bench nearby had stopped in the middle of taking bites of their lunches to simply stare at me open-mouthed. I smiled at them and then just walked over to stand right in front of them. Salad containers were quickly placed on the bench and four hands started exploring my stomach, my thighs, my chest, and even the log that remained impressively hard in my shorts. I got a little jolt of a dominating pleasure as the two guys quickly fell into worship mode. I grabbed two fists full of hair and pulled their heads back and forth a little to slight moans of joy. I knew I could have told either one of them to suck me off right there and then and they would have done it. I realized I was so freaking jacked-up horny that it was a little hard to control myself. I imagined both guys thrown over the bench buck naked and me taking turns plowing their tight asses as people walked by. One dude had slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and was happily fingering the leaking slit of my plump dick head. The other man had brought his lips to my tight stomach and was presently giving my hard ridges a nice saliva shine. I glanced down the street and saw what was clearly a group of pre-school students out on a school outing with their teachers coming our way. I decided it was not our task to do visual aids for a sex education course, so I backed away from my little worshippers, which caused soft cries of disappointment. I thanked them both for our quick little soiree and then walked on, turning before I had to make my way through a gaggle of young munchkins. At this point I was so worked up that every fiber of my being was on fire for a much needed release. I knew I needed to get home or I was going to do something wild like grabbing an unsuspecting construction worker and introducing him to the pleasures of man-on-man, throw down, pounding sex. Or I might step into the gym near my house and find me a smaller, tight-bodied dude to twirl around on my throbbing rod. It was clear that my soon-to-be-massive body was going to need constant satisfaction. I wasn’t near the huge being I was going to become, but I already needed the kind of release equal to an entire high school football team after a cock-hardening championship game. It felt like I could have easily fucked a concrete wall. I was again feeling up my entire body without even realizing it as I re-entered my building – remembering my little encounter with the mailman earlier that morning. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but I knew that was because my new body was making me feel like a new man. I couldn’t wait to start really growing. Before I even unlocked my door I had my hard tool out of my shorts and was beating off joyously. Part Four An hour later I was totally spent on the middle of the living room floor with the now dried juice of multiple orgasms covering my body. I hadn’t been able to make it to the bedroom for my marathon round of masturbatory pleasure. The floor had been right there and way too convenient. Thoughts of what my body was going to look like, to feel like, and how it was going to appear to other people had been enough for each ejaculation, but the added joy of grabbing hold of a new honking huge cock and feeling my lean, muscular, long body had added much more bliss. I still had my rod in my right hand – marveling at how heavy the thing seemed and how insanely more hard it could become. It was definitely what I would call a weapon of mass destruction. I could not wait to try it out on some guy. Plugging a super tight hole with the big thick thing was going to turn me on even more than usual. I lay there for a while and simply reveled in the fact that I now thought about things like ramming my monster dick into a guy’s clamped shut ass. I was becoming so self assured – so confident. I knew, instinctively, that my present new body and the behemoth I was going to become would help me easily get men to plow. I certainly dreamed of settling down with a little muscle worshipper that I could protect and control, but maybe – before that joyful union happened – I could test out my new bod by conquering lots of other guys, maybe a few in the same evening. I mean, I could tell there was going to be a lot of me to spread around. Why shouldn’t I use my new body to spread some love around – not to mention some legs. I was going to be the huge muscled fairy granting little men’s wishes – fulfilling fantasies. God, I always wanted to be the kind of guy that would easily have sex in the broom closet of the airport, the bathroom stall at the opera, or banging my boss in his office. Having some little guy hanging on to my big muscles for dear life as I plowed him mid-air was still my biggest fantasy. And this was coming from a guy who just a few days ago couldn’t even imagine picking up someone in the air to fuck them. I knew it would soon be a piece of cake. I had succeeded in making my huge rod stick powerfully straight up in the air again. The idea of some little guy sitting on my giant spear was just too much for me. While I stroked the log down below I felt my thick, make-me-weak-in-the-knees lumberjack beard with my other hand. The bristles seemed so hard and manly, which was a huge turn-on. Shaving twice a day would have to be a normal thing if I ever intended to have a smooth face again. I was pretty sure I was going to leave the mountain man facial hair there for a while, though. It was just too hot on my newly muscled face. Piercing eyes, chiseled cheeks, sleek cut jawline, and tanned skin made the fur pop out even more. Some of my hot lava man-juice oozed out of my dick head as I thought about how gorgeous I was becoming. I slowed the pumping of my fist – wanting to edge this ejaculation on as long as I possibly could. I was beginning to realize I was going to become even bigger than I had initially thought. I was pretty sure my foundation wasn’t fully set. The basic structure of my body had changed – had become more fit for all the massiveness that was going to be added. But holding my monster dick in my hand made it clear to me that I was going to still grow taller, still get much wider, and everything was just going to fucking grow. I looked around my apartment and realized I was going to need to get a bigger place. That excited me even more. I could instantly tell that the doorframes throughout my apartment – already dangerously close to my raised head – were going to be way too short for my new body and much too narrow. I was going to have to fold up my huge enhanced muscles just to go from room to room. The idea of having shoulders too wide for a regular door was almost too much for me. Again, I refrained from sliding my big hand up and down my enormous tool. I was still getting used to having a tall lanky body – how was I ever going to adjust to being a mountain of hard beef rippling with bulges, striations, and pure manliness. All of these thoughts made me focus on one desire and only one – I needed to pound an ass and I needed to pound it hard. I needed to make some guy scream with a mixture of delight and shocked awe at what my rod was capable of. There was only one thing to do – and that was to go out and show off my new body while cruising for a little nighttime diversion. Thank goodness for late night thrift stores. I was able to stop and get a nice tight blue polo shirt and some butt-hugging jeans to wear to the bar that night. The lone worker in the store couldn’t take his eyes off of me the second I walked in. He was a husky tattooed bearded fella that looked to be about twenty four with the kind of muscular body that used to thrill me to no end, but now I realized I would soon surpass him tenfold. Still, when he locked the front door after I asked if I could try on the clothes and then turned to say he’d be glad to help me, I didn’t say no. We were soon in the small dressing room and I was buck-naked ramming my hard rod into his warm wet mouth. The guy had been all over me as soon as we stepped behind the door. He had my t-shirt over my head in seconds and was running his hands all over my upper torso. He kept saying I must swim a hundred laps a day to get such an awesome physique and I nodded saying it was something like that. He didn’t even ask before he pushed down my shorts and released the gigantic dragon that reared its big plump head from my crotch. The grown man squealed with delight and was down on his knees before you could say suck. I had to bend my knees a little so I could get my dong low enough for him to somehow dislocate his jaw to take the entire thing down his throat. I was instantly impressed with his oral skills and grabbed hold of his ears with my big hands to speed up his bobbing. I couldn’t tell if the dude was gagging or gurgling with pleasure, but I was so on track for getting off that I didn’t care. I just kept thrusting and he just kept on swallowing. To know a guy is a size queen and he appreciates the swollen hugeness of your mighty battering ram is an empowering thing. I suddenly felt bigger and cockier than I ever had in my entire life. I pounded the guy as if it had been his bubbled ass instead of his hot tight mouth. I could tell he was loving every dominating second! I’d shove my rod deep into his throat and hold it there, pulling hard on his ears to make all of my long shaft fit in nicely. Then I’d pull back and let go with another thrust just as the guy sucked in air to sustain the abuse. The horny tatted guy shot his load way before me – clearly I was just too much man for him to handle. He blasted out a humongous wad as I continued to pound his face. He wasn’t exactly limp when I finally ejaculated, but I could tell his body was worn out by his own orgasm. That did not prevent him from continuing to suck like the pro Hoover he was. I let out a low growl-like scream and arched my muscled back as I filled him with enough of my hot juice that it came oozing out the corners of his mouth and dripped down his face and neck. When I throbbed out my last gob of semen I let go of his ears and let his body fall back onto his feet, a loud pop being emitted as my cockhead uncorked from his mouth. He let his body slide against the wall of the dressing room and never took his eyes off of me. I reached down and took my old t-shit, using it to clean off my slick cum-saliva covered cock. I tossed it to him and he immediately brought it up to his nose to smell. He understood that I was offering it to him as a memento of our encounter and that pleased him a lot. He even told me my new shirt and jeans were on the house. I thanked him and then asked if he had a card. I wanted to add it to my collection and I also thought it might be fun to come back with my new swole muscles just to give him another thrill. He handed me a card and then asked if I minded letting myself out, since he wanted to stay there on the floor for a few more minutes to savor the moment. He assured me that he’d be fine – there was a bell on the door if someone came in. I dressed slowly in front of him and we both looked in the mirror to appreciate how great the tight clothes looked on my body. He wished me a good evening and I bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead. I knew he was getting hard again as he watched my muscled ass leave the room. As I stepped into the coolness of the night my nipples hardened and poked noticeably through my polo. I was already jacked up again and ready for another big release. I loved dancing, so I headed to the local gay nightclub that was for serious ravers. Peeling off my polo in the middle of a dance floor while my giant rod threatened the seams of my jeans at the crotch was going to be fun. I instinctively knew I’d have my choice of men that evening and I wondered who the lucky guy would be. There was a long line at the place, but I now knew I shouldn’t just naturally take a spot at the back. I walked confidently up to the front, passing by many guys whose mouths dropped open wide as I went by. The two doormen had the velvet rope unhitched by the time I got there – having watched me walking up. One of them told me to come right in and even added that the hotness quotient of the night had just doubled. I thanked him, smiled, and then walked inside. I now understood what ‘owning the moment’ really meant. As soon as I stepped into the large hangar-sized dance room the thumping techno music entered my newly enhanced body and took over. I walked to the edge of the stairs that led down to the dance floor. I could feel people staring at me . . . I knew instantly that the gaggle of muscle-Mary’s to my right were chatting away about me and emitting squeals of joy. They were big gym-bunnies, but soon I would surpass them. Even though I was flattered by their praise and thought about joining them, I continued to survey the huge room. There were some bull-like daddies at one end of the bar slobbering a little as they took in all my lanky goodness. And, although a night of being the fresh meat for a pack of elder furry wolves did sound nice, it wasn’t what I was looking for. The place was peppered with groups of guys who were proud of their twink-ness and they looked up at me with a reverence that was intoxicating. It passed through my head that a night of pounding three tight asses instead of one would be awesome, but I didn’t want to deal with the drama of three small dudes fighting over my cock, my nips, and my mouth. That could be saved for when there was enough of me for even more than three. That’s when my attention went to the dance floor. A sea of hot looking, sweaty, gyrating bodies seemed to swell in my direction like a wave coming to shore. My new soon-to-be-huge frame had the pull of a hundred moons. It felt like I was some Aztec god surveying the excited crowd in order to choose my next concubine. My hands knew what to do at that moment without my brain even giving an order. I slowly un-tucked the bottom of my shirt and then methodically pulled it up over my long, muscled, lanky, emphasized V-shaped body. Tucking the shirt into my back pocket I noticed that most of the movement on the dance floor had stopped – hundreds of heads tilted up toward me. My abs tensed harder – on their own, it seemed – my bod just knew what to do. I heard one of the muscle Mary’s near me let out a loud scream as he beheld my stomach. That was when I noticed him – a guy still dancing on his own in the middle of the dance floor. He had on a tight white t-shirt that showed off his gymnast-like muscled body and some butt-hugging worn out black jeans that had holes in places where my tongue wanted to explore. The man had the kind of dance moves that seem to enhance whatever song was playing and definitely attracted hard dicks like some kind magnet. As he moved around slowly his ‘rest-a-few-drinks-here’ ass protruded out and flexed with muscled dimples – even noticeable through the jeans. I spread my legs wider, to let my cock have room to expand to a bigger state – and to get the cute solo dancer to notice me. I knew he’d look. The dude was gorgeous – in my humble horny opinion. Hair that was blacker than a starless night. It was also full like a forest – leading me to believe the man was furry all over. Nice shoulders, thick biceps, a full chest, and a tight stomach only made the guy that much hotter. He had a day’s worth of beautiful manly stubble and I imagined how it would make my lips kind of raw from too much kissing. He was tall enough for his face to be even with my newly raised pecs – the perfect height for some oral adoration. But it was the way his jeans crept up his ass crack to emphasize two perfect globular mounds of dimpled muscle that made me choose him above everyone else in the place. It was the type of tight ass that probably could hold six or seven quarters between those cheeks and not drop one even when he was in motion. It moved in rhythm with the music in such an intoxicating way I found myself almost hypnotized. Everyone around me had returned to his previous conversation. It was clear that the tall lanky glass of handsome water was heading home with the dreamy black-haired angel moving effortlessly on the dance floor. It seemed that everyone there thought this was how it should be – so they accepted it and moved on to search for another guy to pick up. Although, I knew, many people continued to steal drooling glances at my new body. I sauntered down the stairs slowly, wanting to emphasize every bulge and every hard ripple that graced my changing body. The show was for one guy in particular, but if others enjoyed it, too, then that was fine. Mr. Dark Hair locked eyes with me as soon as I started moving. I suddenly realized he had been aware of me the entire time, he had just chosen a different way to get me to notice him. It had definitely worked. The smooth face broke into a beautiful smile as I came down the stairs. His eyes seemed as dark as his hair. There was a slight hunky vampire look to the fellow, since his skin was surrounded by so much blackness – and I found it such a huge turn on. I wasn’t even conscious of the people on the dance floor parting as I moved toward my target – it just happened so naturally. I smiled down at my soon-to-be dance partner when I got close enough to tower over him. His mouth was at nip-level, just as I hoped it would be. The music turned into an almost tribal-like beat as we met and my body started to instantly move in conjunction with his – as if we’d been dance partners for years. The sea of onlookers and fellow dancers surrounded us once again and the two of us were lost in each other. His name was Gabriel and he was an architect. He owned a firm with two other men and I could instantly tell the guy was stable, confident, and knew I went weak in the knees every time he turned around and tensed his bubbled ass while he danced. By this point my cock looked like the trunk of a Redwood snaking down my thick thigh. Gabriel kept stealing glances at my crotch and I wasn’t sure if he was turned on or scared. At one point I bent my legs slightly and drew his body into mine, allowing my cock to press up against his stomach and crotch as I grabbed his beautiful ass. An electricity shot through both of us that was palpable and almost overwhelming. Gabriel moaned lightly in my ear and that made me grab his tensed butt meat even harder. The man ground his crotch into mine – emphasizing that his dance moves were not only spectacular on the dance floor. I leaned my head next to his and asked him what turned him on the most. He looked up at me and said if he were being totally honest the answer would be guys that are the size of pro bodybuilders, but then he quickly added that my tall lanky body had a pull on him in a way he had never experienced before. He said he found me incredibly sexy. I asked if he’d like me even more if I had about a hundred and fifty pounds of bulging muscle all over my body and his cock throbbed hard against me as his response. He also nodded his head. He told me he was the best muscle worshipper in town. I asked him if he was good at riding huge cocks and he replied that he was the fucking rodeo champion when it came to bucking dicks. It felt as if I could have lifted him in the air right then and there and slammed my rod through my jeans and his to plow that sweet tight muscled ass. I quickly told him I could offer him the ride of his life. He reached down to my crotch with his hand and tried to wrap his fingers around the big thing outlined in my pants – but to no avail. I could see he was impressed by the hardness as well as the size. He said he lived far away. I said I lived close by – within walking distance. He grabbed my hand and immediately led me from the dance floor, up the stairs, and out into the cool night again. I could see all the smiles of affirmation as we walked out – but I also saw the disappointment in faces, as well. Gabriel asked me to not put on my shirt when I pulled it from my back pocket once we were outside. He said my body would scare off any muggers or thieves, but I also knew he just liked looking at me. He took my left hand and led it to the waistband of his pants in the back. I pushed through and was happy to find out he had gone commando for the evening – my fingers got to play joyously with his tight crack and fondle his bulbous cheeks. As we walked toward my place I asked him why he loved bodybuilders and he said it was their size. It was like hugging a rhino or an elephant and the monstrosity of a guy could make him come without even touching himself. He also said the power behind a muscleman’s pounding was usually ten times stronger than that of a normal guy. He said he loved it when he could continue to feel a guy inside of him hours later after the fucking. To be at his desk working on the plans of a building and still feel like his ass was packed with enormous beef was such a continuous turn on. He said he felt the same way when the day after of some hot sex his face still felt like bulging biceps or monstrous pecs were thrusting against it. I told him he sounded like a muscle whore and he said I had no idea. At one point I pushed him against the darkened doorway of an apartment building and pressed my hard body against him. His hands immediately went to my abs and I could tell he got off on how hard and muscled they were. I reached around and grabbled his ass – squeezing with almost all of my might, which caused him to go up on his toes. I then pulled him into me more and lifted him up easily. He wrapped his legs around my mid-section and I pressed him harder into the wooden door. Our lips were pressed against each other’s as if our life depended on it. He pressed my face back for a few minutes and said I had the aggression of some guy ten times my size and it was my time to say he had no idea. I attacked him harder with my hands and mouth and the guy started moaning so loud that lights in windows of the building behind him started to come on. I immediately pulled him away from the door and scurried down the street – him still wrapped around my waist as I waddled away. I stopped at a concrete bench near a corner and stood him up on it – so our faces were more even. We just stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes and then he told me he thought I must be some kind of hypnotist – because he kept getting this vision that I was five guys slammed into the body of one. His words excited me so much that all I could do was grunt in agreement and thrust my giant cock against his, kissing him even harder. I finally turned around and told him to jump on. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist – pushing his hard-on against my lower back – and I began to jog home. I didn’t want to waste any more time. I was ready to pound him into tomorrow. I don’t even remember moving from my front door into the bedroom or even when we got our clothes off. I only remember the moment when my big hand pressed the side of his face into the pillow as I slowly pushed my massive cockhead through the clenched muscled gate of his ass. He screamed loud enough to wake the dead and his body tensed up with so much resistance to the invasion that I paused for a second. He immediately yelled that I should by no means fucking stop. I then pushed harder – making it perfectly clear that all of his resistance was powerless to my giant rod. Soon I was thrusting so hard that the headboard of my bed was banging paint off the wall. Three Gabriel orgasms later the smaller guy was sitting on top of me riding my engorged big cock like a true cowboy. My hips were easily bucking his body into the air and then he’d come slamming back down on me with a loud smack. I unloaded an ocean of my juice into the poor dude over the next few hours and gave him the kind of pounding that would make his ass – as well as the rest of his body – remember me for weeks. Somewhere around four-thirty we both fell sound asleep – me cradling his cum-covered body against me. The next thing I remembered, I was suddenly jerked out of a deep sleep and into consciousness by Gabriel’s loud shocked voice. He was asking what the fuck was happening to me and then added how the hell could I be growing. I immediately was fully awake. Part Five Muscle growth is better than an orgasm. Ask any huge muscleman to describe the incredible thrill of an intense pump after lifting and you’ll get an inkling of what it’s like. An orgasm doesn’t last long. It is a few spine tingling thrusts of your crotch as you spew followed by short spasmodic rests in between. Muscle growth is like an extended thrust. It’s continuous. It’s like the thrill of a toe-curling orgasm that lasts until you almost have a heart attack from the pleasure. I knew I was growing as soon as I heard Gabriel’s words, but it wasn’t his acknowledgement that made my brain understand – it was what my body felt. Imagine if every pore on every inch of your body was ejaculating at the same time and you’ll come slightly close to what I was immediately enjoying. There was so much to take in at the same time – the way the mattress and box springs were beginning to sag, the fact that Gabriel was being forced to exist on a much smaller space on the bed, and the way my already thick body was making plates and plates of hardening muscle beneath my skin like molten lava turning into rock. I let out a moan much louder than I usually did when I was ejaculating – simply because the pleasure was so incredible. I immediately got even more excited by how deep and powerful my voice had become – it sounded like I had a megaphone implanted in my throat. It oozed with muscled, furry, tall masculinity. Gabriel, again, asked me what was going on and I simply told him I was growing. I offered no more explanation than that. He responded with an excited, non-questioning ‘fuck yeah’ and climbed up on top of me, straddling my waist. His hands instantly went to my chest – and we both could feel how his entire body was being raised higher into the air. My pecs were growing so quickly and with so much power all of his efforts to press down were easily rebuked. My transformation into massiveness was going to be even faster than I had anticipated. Suddenly, Gabriel brought his face down into the developing valley between the growing mounds of muscle that made up my chest. I looked down and watched, as thickness started creeping up on both sides of his head – like some kind of hard blob swallowing him. He was moaning almost as loud as me, but his voice was lost in the ever-deepening crevice. I suddenly became aware of blood pounding powerfully to all parts of my body – causing the kind of sensations I never thought were possible. It was as if tiny jackhammers were slamming my body thicker from within. I held up my arms and watched as my forearms congealed into something thicker, more muscled, and intensely covered with more veins than even my wildest fantasies had offered. It was better than watching Hulk movies – simply because it was real and the pleasure was so incredible. I instinctively started to test my growing muscles – first, tensing my mighty pecs. Gabriel let out a little scream as his head was squeezed by the power of my chest. I released the flex and he pulled his reddened smashed face back, not letting a second pass before he was looking at different parts of my developing body. His eyes grew as big as saucers as he looked over to my right arm. It had already become apparent to me that my biceps were growing into something akin to huge hard wrecking balls. I could feel how heavy my limbs were becoming when I lifted them off the bed. My shoulders were widening into mounds so large it made the queen sized bed suddenly seem like a single. There was no longer room for Gabriel to lie down beside me. He just kept letting out little screams and saying ‘fucking hell’ over and over. He spread his arms out wide and grabbed both of my shoulders at the side so he could feel them as they expanded. I could sense that he soon would not be able to reach as wide as I was becoming – his fingers had to simply move to the front of my shoulders as the things got wider. His body began to feel so light on top of me and he seemed so small. One of my new monstrous pecs was twice the size of his head and I was still growing! I could feel the muscle between my quads expanding and when the hard meat of one leg met that of the other it simply started pushing my legs apart – as if it were two boulders running into each other. I felt my heels passing the edge of the bed, making me realize I must be approaching six foot five or more, since my hair was already against the headboard. Gabriel let out another loud ‘fuck yeah’ as he slid his slim petite body onto my growing cock. I had been focused on all the other growth going on, that I missed the fact that I was rock hard and adding inches and thickness to my huge member, so it would equal all the new massiveness everywhere else. The growth at my crotch was not missed by Gabriel, however, and he clearly decided having a cock actually morph while inside of you would be a lot more fun than watching it. It throbbed with intense pleasure as it grew. The man’s already tight ass became even tighter as my swelling member plugged him completely and snaked further into his chute. I was nervous I’d grow too much for the guy, but his moans of pleasure made it clear he would be able to handle my new enormous tool. I didn’t even need to thrust or pound, the mere growth of my cock – the slowness of its distending - being more than enough to please the dude. I knew I was going to have the kind of cock that pants could not hide – the kind of bulge that screamed of thick large heavy balls and a rod that needed to be folded over to fit into briefs. Sporting hard-ons was going to cause major problems from now on. And pounding ass was going to be awesome. I’d need some dude to ride the big thing all the time – even when I was doing every day chores. I suddenly became very aware of how massive my back was becoming. Along with my giant expanding shoulders, I could sense that my lats, my delts and my rhomboids major and minor were turning into something monstrous. My thick as hell arms were being pushed out by the muscle being multiplied beneath them. I was going to have the kind of manly muscled wings that made wearing dress shirts almost impossible. My lats were going to be like resting places for my arms and no longer those usual muscles that were undefined and unnoticed. Those long wide muscles running from my armpits to my lower spine and wrapping around my ribcage were going to be awesome to flex. I could not wait to place my fists at the widest part of my hips and flare out my lats while expanding my enormous pecs – making some guy cream in his pants at my unbelievable width. I was going to be even broader than I had imagined. I was getting so big it barely registered there was a grown man sitting on top of me with my thick long growing cock impaling him. Gabriel was in his own little sexual heaven – clearly trying to accommodate my growing member and getting off at how it felt to be plowed by something that big. His face made it clear he was enjoying every minute. I looked at his hand pressed against my abs and brought my own big paw beside it. If I had not been so determined to hold off my building orgasm I would have ejaculated as soon as I had seen how giant my hand was compared to his. Last night, at the club, I had definitely been bigger than the guy, but now I made him seem childlike. My fingers would now clearly overlap his a lot when we held hands. My fingers looked three times thicker and more than double the length of his. A palm-to-palm comparison would have probably made both of us cum. I leaned my head to the right and looked beyond Gabriel to take in my now enormous right foot. It was clearly past the twelve inches mark. It looked bigger than some children. I couldn’t wait to have Gabriel stand on them – his feet not covering mine completely and it barely registering that a grown man was standing on them. I bet I’d be able to walk around like that - as if he weren’t even there. As a matter of fact, I could sense that Gabriel was going to look like an adolescent when standing beside me. It would look like those old pictures of the Hulk’s frame outsizing that of David Banner by triple or more. Glancing at my feet had given me the opportunity to notice that Gabriel’s ass had stopped accepting more of my enormous cock. As the thing grew it simply took the guy’s body up into the air – leaving a gap of something like two inches between his cheeks and my crotch. I could twitch my giant cock back and forth and the guy’s body rocked in the same motion. Gabriel moaned the word ‘more’ and I instantly knew what he wanted. I wrapped my now monstrous hands around the sides of his waist – marveling at the fact that my thumbs almost met in front – and then I started to pull his small body downward. Bit by bit his super tight hole was forced to take in more of my hard thick meat. I stared open-mouthed at the enormity of my biceps as I easily tugged his body down my steel-like rod. I had arms that bulged massively when they weren’t even tensed. The sleeves of polo shirts were going to last maybe only two times being worn before they were ripped at the seams. I might ruin them all just by trying to put them on. I now had arms that would make people constantly beg to see things lifted – the backs of cars, heavy weights, or even guys themselves. Flexing these huge puppies was going to cause there to not be a dry crotch wherever I chose to show off. My triceps looked like the hull of some giant ship. It was at this moment that Gabriel’s ass smacked against my crotch. His insides had somehow miraculously accepted all of my meat – and I could feel myself still getting thicker while inside of him. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and he was groaning with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. His hands had been feeling up my cobblestoned abs for the entirety of his descent on my cock. Now, without a change in his expression, his hands moved up to feel my humongous guns – hesitating briefly when they took in their hardness and hugeness. My biceps made his little paws seem like those of a toddler. My need to flex was now equal to my need to grow. I tensed my arms harder just to hear the little guy squeal with delight when the muscle got thicker and more like something akin to steel. I was still growing, but already I made him look like a baby I might carry on my hip with one massive arm draped around him. I let go of the flex and started noticing other things. I could no longer see beyond my mountainous pecs. Those mounds of muscle packed flesh ballooned out in a way that screamed tightness – the kind of hardened slabs that would bounce up and down as one unit when I ran. The kind of stone-like beef that could withstand multiple poundings at one time – barely registering the assault. My back had now spread out across the entire mattress – I was what they would call wide as fuck. I would need to turn sideways to go through even some double doors. I quickly noticed that my hands were as wide as Gabriel’s thighs. I could squeeze the things easily and bring him much pain. Like a kid with a puppy, I did want to squeeze the heck out of the little guy. I wanted to wrap my huge arms and legs around his tiny body and just squeeze until things began to break. My brain, however, knew better. I could not use my full force with him. At the same time, I had an incredible urge to protect him, to comfort him, to take care of him. It was a wild mixture of emotions. I was totally aware of how I could easily dominate him – crush him, but my need to make him happy was stronger. It’s amazing how quickly you can become aware of changes in your own size. I squeezed my glutes and knew, immediately, that my bulbous muscled ass was going to be able to hold a tray of drinks on it. I also knew nothing was going to be able to penetrate it’s golden chute unless I allowed it. I had a feeling my ass cheeks were powerful enough to squeeze an aluminum baseball bat into something unusable. Pants were going to hug my giant ass so tightly that you were going to be able notice my muscled butt dimples from miles away. My caboose gave new meaning to the term shock and awe and would clearly cause traffic accidents when I took it out for a midday stroll. When I tensed those muscled cheeks I could tell they turned into something close to hardened concrete. I couldn’t wait to hold Gabriel’s nice thick cock hostage in there and hear him beg for mercy as I easily crushed the cum out of his pole. Flaring out beneath my ass were the kind of thighs that demanded a waddle whenever they moved. Muscle bulging so thickly that it forcibly rubbed into each other – causing you to widen your stance even as you walked – was so fucking hot. I was going to have the kind of tightly packed quads where no dude would be able to slide his hand between them unless I spread the mammoth things for access. And then I’d be able to squeeze so hard that bones would probably be shattered. They were now the kind of thighs that demanded denim cut-offs or tight cotton gym shorts – anything that made their new size more mouth-watering. I could actually feel the cuts and striations covering the insanely thick things, along with hundreds of blood pumping dense veins streaking across everywhere. My massive thighs were going to be the only thing in the world that would make my newly monstrous cock look small. Compared to my giant rod, Gabriel’s dick now looked no bigger than a thumb. I could still feel my own member pulsing larger inside Gabriel’s ass and gut. His chute was kind of like a clown car – able to hold a lot more than you originally thought. His moans of delight and discomfort had only increased. It seemed like if my rod twitched at all it might rip him apart. And who knew calves could feel so massive. I had a feeling the humongous things beneath my knees were actually bigger than my old quads. I could feel how they flared out and how the hard horseshoe muscle poked out through the tight skin in the back. I bet they actually looked like a small butt with two heavy cheeks hanging down low on either side of an indention. I could actually sense how heavy the things were. I pushed my toes down and tensed my left leg – knowing that the calf must have ballooned out to something unimaginable. I could tell my legs were powerful, too. It was just something that came with their size. If I ever felt like going a spin class at the gym it would be a breeze and I’d probably strip the poor bike of its gears from pushing with so much force. It was also going to be hard to wear long pants for two main reasons – one, because it wouldn’t show off my legs the way I wanted to and two, because my thighs and calves weren’t going to fit into anything store bought. Forget about crossing my legs ever again since there was just going to be too much hard beef bulging everywhere. I, again, spread my arms out to the side, noticing immediately that I was now so wide that most of m forearms hung off the bed. I needed a good biceps flex and I needed it right now. Gabriel was still content and bouncing away on my big cock, but I knew how to get his undivided attention. I balled up my fists tightly, knowing it caused veins and striations to pop out everywhere on my forearms and upper arms. Muscular ridges, corrugations, and grooves appeared now where it just used to only be smooth, thin, non-muscled skin. Gabriel’s ass clamped harder on my rod and stopped moving as soon as he saw my arm blast into roadmaps of muscled goodness. I then started bringing my fists toward my head, bending my arms – which were now almost two times as thick as my old waist. Orcas coming out of the water could not have been as majestic looking as my two monstrous arms ballooning into two massive towering split peaks. As soon as my forearms were at a ninety-degree angle and the depth of my triceps matched the height of my biceps, Gabriel let out a cry, which was a mixture of joy and uncontrolled submission, and started to spew like someone had thrown a match into a fireworks storeroom. My giant guns had been too much for him. It had been one of my fantasies for so long – to make a guy cum just by flexing my arms – and the pleasure was even more incredible than I anticipated. I watched the smaller guy go into the kind of convulsions usually reserved for a first pubescent ejaculation after a guy had been edging to magazine pictures for hours. My mammoth furry chest, my face, my hair, and the headboard behind me were all streaked with massive volleys of Gabriel’s juice as he wide-eyed stared at my unbelievable biceps. Even in the midst of his intense orgasm he was able to lean forward and press his hands against the side of my enormous mountains – both of us noticing that his hands barely covered a fraction of my biceps, which were too hard for him to even press in a little. A string of expletives escaped the little guy’s mouth. He let forth with a few ‘fuck me’s’ and some ‘those fucking things are so huge.” This, of course, only made me flex harder. I was amazed at how quickly I fell into the complete alpha mode. I was in no need of a manual on how to be a muscle god – the humongous bulges that had popped up all over my body brought with them certain awareness, an immediate understanding that my mere presence demanded attention and awe. I was the muscle freak I had always wanted to be. My feet hung off the bed considerably, so it was now clear that I had grown over seven feet tall. Listening to the box springs whine and the legs of the piece of furniture creak made it clear that I probably weighed way over four hundred pounds – and, yet, I was ripped and cut all over. This was the kind of weight usually reserved for off-season bodybuilders, but here I was in perfect competition form. I felt thickness everywhere – my flexed arms bulged with so much heavy muscle I knew one of them might equal the size of a small man. My chest felt so huge it seemed like the hood of a giant truck, with the power of an enormous engine within it. I had become oblivious to the fact that there was a full-grown man sitting on top of me. I was marveling at how every part of my body felt huge and powerful. Gabriel’s weight didn’t register at all. I was now four or five of him put together. I looked at the small man, still recovering from his intense orgasm, and saw frailty and weakness. My flexed arm – compared to his wimpy one – was magnificent and colossal. He was the ant and I was the elephant with it came to comparing our bodies. This, however, did not make me crazy with arrogance or dominance. It made me want to please him, show off for him, be his giant who made him feel safe and secure. I needed to be his muscle freak that made his day – every day. My new size was good for me, but it was even better for sharing with someone else. And those thoughts made me finally unleash a torrent of cum-pleasure into the small man’s ass.
  15. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    Him, watching me try to unbend the thick rebar he just wrapped around my neck.
  16. londonboy

    Muscle Daddy Goodness

    When he asks, "How long was your longest orgasm?" and then adds, "Bet I can make you top it."
  17. londonboy

    Make It Never Stop - Parts 1-5

    Part five just added. I hope you enjoy it.
  18. “Do you recognize me, Mario?” The face was very familiar, but the body was not. I knew instantly, the moment he walked up, that it was David Williams – from high school. The guy had certainly changed, though. He had been a skinny dweeb of barely one hundred pounds all the way up to graduation. Now he looked to be over three hundred pounds of shredded muscle, clearly visible through a super tight t-shirt. The guy straddled the chair across the table from me like some confident jock getting ready to start a wrestling match. I swallowed hard as I stared at his mega pecs bouncing under the fabric of his shirt and his biceps swelling out when he bent his arms to rest them on the table. I couldn’t help but notice that the bulging muscle forced the sleeves to ride upward, towards his mammoth shoulders. The face was definitely still David, but it was cut and muscular in a way that gave notice that the body attached was huge and insanely developed. “Yeah, I can tell by your shocked look you recognize me. I’ve changed a little haven’t I? Well, not exactly a little. I’m glad the look on your face didn’t disappoint me. I’ve waited for this day for a long time. I couldn’t believe I found you on Scruff and that you used your real name. That was pretty ballsy for a quote unquote supposed straight guy. Imagine my great surprise when I found out that we only lived approximately two miles from each other. Of all the cities in the world and you and I chose the same one – that was just so sweet. What a convenient coincidence, don’t you think? Don’t you have anything to say, Mario?” “You’re huge, David.” “I’m so glad you noticed, dude. And I have you to thank mostly for my improvements, man. It’s mainly because of all the shit you put me through for four years of high school that I decided to grow some.” The big man let silence surround the table just so I would get the full effect of his proclamation. My mind was spinning with different thoughts. I was still trying to get my head around the guy’s new size and bulging muscles, I was desperately trying to remember everything I had ever done to him in high school, and I was trying to figure out the quickest way out of the restaurant. David’s face was really calm, but I could hear in his voice some anger. I was instantly pissed off at myself for getting so hard underneath the table – knowing it was partly the guy’s new body and partly the idea of him being slightly fueled by rage. I think it was definitely playing into my fantasies about the Incredible Hulk. Being turned on, however, did not lessen my immediate fear. David now looked like he could easily whip my ass with just one of his huge arms and I was beginning to think my only hope would be to move faster than his giant body. The dude somehow read my mind or saw the plan written on my face. “You’d be amazed, Mario, at how fast I can move for being such a big man. I can promise you I’d have you thrown over my shoulder heading out the door by the time you took your second step. I’m not saying that to prevent you from trying to run, since I’d really like to show off and capture you like some small, frightened animal – but public decency demanded that I warn you about my incredible speed and flexibility. I’m not just some immobile huge muscleman, Mario. I can do a standing back flip and clear the ground higher than your head. I’ll have to show you that sometime.” “What do you want?” “Well, we’re on a date aren’t we? I’d like to order dinner and have some wine, along with some light chit chat and some dessert, and then I’m going to make you pay for all the torturing you inflicted on me for four years in school. How does that sound?” I didn’t answer – mainly because I was fighting back the urge to ooze out a dollop of pre-cum caused by what he was saying. I was also scared shitless. My heart was pounding and I had suddenly lost all contact with the restaurant around us. There was only the big man across the table and me – nothing else seemed to matter. I was still trying to think of a way to escape the situation – stand up and yell fire, slip the note to the waiter asking him to call the police, excuse myself to the bathroom and see if there was a window to escape from – but I could also feel this unexplainable need to stay. For a second I was totally confused, but then it dawned on me – I wanted to do my penance. I knew I had tortured this guy for four years – mainly because he was smaller than me and I needed to pick on someone to help hide my budding homosexuality – and I knew I deserved whatever was coming to me. There was also the fact that I secretly loved domination, but that was a fact that didn’t need to be explored at this exact moment. “I mean, you’ve flirted with me for over five weeks, Mario – well, not exactly me. You flirted with Muscledude2008 and revealed a bunch of stuff I never knew. I hope you figured out that 2008 signifies the year we both graduated. I never realized you were so into muscle, Mario. You are one dude with a super fetish. Imagine my confusion when I heard the guy that used to call me every derogatory term for being gay post, and I quote, ‘I want to lick every hard bulging muscle on your body – especially that one bulging underneath your shorts between your legs.’ It was actually a little surreal, Mario. I mean I can’t lie – it turned me on in some weird, sick way, but it also egged me on to carry on the charade until you agreed to meet me. I now know why it took so long – I can see you lied a little on your stats, bro.” My face turned bright red. I had, indeed, stretched the truth about my build and my weight. I had immediately seen myself as I truly was, when I glanced at David’s perfect body. I was a slightly overweight ex-jock that had let himself go to pot during college. I had already started that steady decline to a pot-bellied, balding forty year old that didn’t care how he looked- and I wasn’t even twenty-five. Again, the behemoth in front of me must have read my mind. “Don’t worry, Mario. You haven’t put on enough weight for me not be able to easily lift you over my head. You’d be amazed at what I can press in the air. You’d be almost as easy as a barbell loaded only with twenty-five pounds. Cause you see, little man, my muscles aren’t just for show – they are for power, too. The kind of power you have only fantasized about, dude. What do you say, Mario? Wanna be high in the sky like an airplane? Want to see all my huge muscles from an aerial view? I think you’d like that . . . no, I know you’d like that a lot. It was pretty hot when you confessed online to Muscle2008 that you secretly fantasized in high school about Brett Hoover benching your body in the air over and over. By the way, I spent some time with Brett a few weeks ago and trust me he wouldn’t be able to bench you. Yeah, that got you worrying didn’t it, Mario? Me visiting Brett – your partner in bullying. Are you now trying to figure out why he didn’t call to warn you? Well, to begin with, I scared the shit out of him and told him if he warned you I’d be back to visit him. But secondly, and far more interesting, is the fact that Brett is into muscle and strength, too. Yeah, you didn’t see that coming did you, Mario.” “What do you mean he’s into strength and muscle?” “Dude, Brett may be married and all, but he’s just like you. By the time the night was done the guy was begging me to toss him around the room. He came so many times while I was manhandling his puny body he smelled like a gay bathhouse. He’s a biceps man like you wouldn’t believe. He got off on these twenty-four inch guns so many times I lost count.” Even if I had known what was coming I could not have prepared myself. It didn’t matter to David that we were in a fancy Italian restaurant in the middle of town – he threw his mammoth arms into a double biceps pose that was so incredible it caused two waiters to crash into each other a few feet away. I, however, didn’t even turn to look as dishes, glasses, and trays came crashing to the floor. I was too mesmerized by arms that looked morphed, inhuman, and oh so lickable. I was surprised my hardened cock had not made the table wobbly. It was threatening explosion like it was a bomb with a short fuse. I suddenly got the feeling that the huge guy across from the table wasn’t even flexing that hard and yet his arms ballooned up into unbelievable proportions. “Better wipe your mouth, Mario, you’re drooling. Better not get this placed too worked up. I don’t want to be arrested for causing a riot. Most people haven’t ever seen a guy as big as me. I just wanted to show you what got Brett on his knees faster than bedtime prayers.” I was now beyond wanting to escape. I didn’t care what pain came later on. I certainly didn’t worry about whatever embarrassments the behemoth who sat with me was going to cause. I just wanted to be near him . . . to admire his hugeness. To gawk at his massive ‘carved in stone’ muscles. To listen to him talk about himself. It registered on some level that he was telling me my best friend in high school – the quarterback extraordinaire was really into men and muscle, but I was filing that away for access at a later date. Right now, I just wanted to focus on the muscled giant that sat across from the table. The guy who could probably flex out of his clothes with as little effort as it would for him to take on the entire restaurant and win. I was in muscle heaven and it didn’t matter that it was a guy that wanted to do me harm. I deserved it. I had been really cruel to him – to keep focus away from myself. That was no excuse, though. As it wasn’t an excuse that I was dolling out the same kind of abuse I endured for many years from my dad at home. I had figured out a long time ago that my dad probably hid the same secret I did – and wanting me to be the perfect redneck athlete was probably his way of hiding it. I decided, right there and then, to enjoy the evening – no matter how it played out. I knew exactly how to begin. Years of therapy had prepared me for this minute. “David, I am truly sorry for how I treated you in high school. I know it’s too late to take it back. I also hope you know I was bullying to hide the fact that I, too, was gay. I don’t offer that as an excuse . . . there isn’t one. I simply offer it as an explanation. I ask for your forgiveness.” The look on his face immediately told me this was not how he anticipated the nigh to progress. My apology and explanation caught him off guard. The muscled bravado that was there just seconds disappeared and I got a glimpse of the dude I was so mean to all those years ago. My heart opened to him in a way I couldn’t explain. I had been born with genes that made me grow big in junior high. He had been born with genes that prevented him from growing until after high school. I had used my size and my muscles to hide my homosexuality during those years. He had not had that opportunity. His small size, his high pitched voice, and his comfortableness with himself – known as confidence – had made him the perfect target for a couple of mean-spirited, closeted, fearful redneck athletes. I immediately saw the world from his view. I even saw myself – fully – and it disgusted me. His surprise at my words continued. “Why would you say that, Mario?” “Because I mean it. Therapy, as well as coming to terms with how I was bullied as a child makes me realize that what I put you through was wrong . . . no, it was more than wrong . . . it was unforgivable.” Some of the anger in David’s face seemed to leak out – like a small hole in a balloon. He stared at me – still looking as huge and gorgeous as he had earlier, but now there wasn’t this Hulk-like uncontrollable anger seething out of every part of his body. W simply stared at each other for a few minutes. He finally raised one of his arms and I swear a waiter was there in less than a second. Mario looked at him. “Two vodka martinis – very dry. He will have his with olives and I will have mine with onions. Kettle One.” David flexed his raised arm as he placed the order. It was an act to give the waiter some added incentive to get our drinks quickly. I knew, by the look in the server’s eyes and the drool at the corner of his mouth it would work. David knew it, too. He also knew I was staring at the flexed biceps, as well. “You seem to remember our online chats as well as I do, David. Thanks for remembering what I like.” “None of this means I’m not still angry for what you did to me!” “I wouldn’t think it did. You have a right to be angry. I’d be angry, too.” I could tell he was still trying to discern if he should trust me. I had pretended to be nice to him in high school and then turned on him unexpectedly – loving how it made me fee. No wonder he didn’t believe me. I knew I had to prove a lot to him and I knew it would have to be slow. “Might I suggest the mushroom risotto? I know it’s a favorite of yours.” It was David’s turn to be surprised that I remembered something from our online chats. He had no idea how much I had memorized . . . how much I had beat off to what he said. Mushroom risotto was a longtime favorite of his . . . just as mango sorbet was, as well. I would save that one for later. “It is. That’s nice of you to remember.” “I gotta ask, man. How did you get so big?” “It’s amazing how anger can fuel you, Mario. The day after graduation I moved to here. The next day I joined a gym and got an awesome trainer. He often says he has never seen someone so focused. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was all based on a desire for revenge. At some point I started loving working out just for the fun of it and lost track of my desire to get back at you guys. I just kept hitting the weights hard – loving how it felt to grow – and suddenly I was huge. My trainer said he had never seen someone grow so quickly. It wasn’t until I was scrolling through Scruff one day and came across your face that the memory of retribution came back to me. I stalked you on social media and finally learned everything I needed to know about you and Brett. That kind of re-fueled my desire to get you back. And here I am now.” “Wow, maybe I should get angry at someone so I could get back in shape.” “I don’t recommend it. Your body might be healthy, but it does some wild shit to your psyche.” “I really am sorry.” “I believe you, Mario. You know, Brett didn’t say that once while we were together. I tossed him around his basement for about four hours straight and he just talked about how big and strong I was. He never even contemplated apologizing. That made me want to abuse him even more. Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt him. I just made sure he was petrified of me.” “I can see why he would be.” “Who bullied you, Mario?” “My dad. I think he was trying to deal with his sexuality, too. And he took it out on me. He died, unexpectedly, in a car accident about five years ago. I hadn’t spoken to him in a couple of months, so I never got to ask him about anything. It’s taken a few years with a good therapist to not blame him for all of my problems.” “I’m sorry that happened to you and I’m sorry to hear about his passing.” “Thanks. I actually miss him a lot – even if he was a tough man to love.” “I used to beat off thinking about you, Mario. Even when you were bullying me.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa David. You can’t just say that out of the blue, especially when you were talking about tossing me around like a rag doll for revenge earlier. It’s a little too much for a guy to take in.” “I liked it when you manhandled me. As I grew I fantasized about manhandling you in the same way. And in my fantasies, you liked it.” So, this was a perfect example of how the internet had invaded our personal lives. My high school bully magnet – who had turned into a monstrous muscle dude – now knew intimate details about my sexual likes and dislikes. Granted, I had not known that Muscledude2008 was David, but I had still confessed to him all sorts of stuff. He knew me better than my family. He also knew I had a fetish for being dominated. There was so much wrong with this situation, but there was so much right, too. “Um, we both know that you know I like it for real. Not just in your fantasies.” “Yes we do.” Of course the waiter would choose this moment to appear with our drinks and to take our order. I took my martini glass, pulled out the toothpick with the olives and then downed the drink in one long gulp. I scrunched my face up as the vodka burned its way down my throat and then I placed the empty glass on the tray of the astounded waiter and held up my forefinger to order one more. As I slid the toothpick between my teeth and chewed up the olives I turned back to the muscle god who was now staring at me. “I want to toss you around, Mario.” “Oh shit, where is that second martini.” “Not for revenge. I admit that was part of it before, but not now. Maybe it wasn’t even part of it before. I just really got off on it when you would talk about a big man dominating you.” “Oh fuck, I really need that martini.” “Don’t you want me to pick you up and throw you around?” “Stop, David! Don’t say another word. I’m about to cum so hard it will make the table levitate. This is not what I anticipated for this evening. You gotta give me just a few minutes to calm down. Please. I am a regular patron at this restaurant. I want to be able to show my face her again. Please, just be quiet for a few seconds.” By this point, our little exchange had peaked the curiosity of our neighboring tables. I’m sure some of them had heard the entire conversation. I’m also sure I wasn’t the only hard-on in the vicinity. As if on cue, the waiter – with a raging boner clearly outlined in his black slacks – delivered my martini. I did not down this one right away. I could tell the waiter wanted to linger at our table for longer, but there was nothing keeping him there. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, he walked away. I eventually got the nerve to look David in the eye again. He spoke first. “I still want you.” “Why, David? Look at me. I’m getting old and fat way before my time.” “To me, you’ll always be that hunky football player that used to lift me up off the floor against the lockers. I used to beat off to that every night in high school. Now, I beat off thinking about doing it to you . . . with one hand.” I immediately raised my hands to silence him. He had added the part of doing it with one hand just to tease me. I could tell by the devious smile that accompanied the comment. I was also having trouble processing the entire evening. Had David really enjoyed the bullying on some level? Had he intuitively known how much I enjoyed it? Were all of our actions purely a way for us to live out our fantasies without us even knowing it? Maybe we somehow knew – on some unknown level – that we shared the same fetish. Here I was, sitting with a muscled god hoping he would dominate me later on – even when I knew fully well he was some guy I bullied in high school. How could life be so complicated? Was any of this okay? Were we normal? Again, David clearly knew what I was thinking. “Quit analyzing it, Mario. The past doesn’t matter. I know you are genuinely sorry for what you did. I want us to move on and you should, too. Let me show you what my new body can do. I can make you very happy. I promise you that. It’s what I want, too. I’m also hard as a rock under the table – just from thinking about holding you in the air or making you spurt from showing off my strength. I’ve realized I’ve really only ever wanted you. I know the man you could be. I know that you have let yourself go out of guilt for what you did to me in high school. Let me help you return to the hulky football player you were. Let me dominate you and be your trainer at the same time. I think I’ve become huge solely for this mission. I’ve always wanted you and I still do.” All of this was almost too much for me to handle. I felt ashamed for what I had done to David in high school. I felt turned on by the idea of him manhandling me. I so wanted to be dominated . . . and the idea of it being someone I bullied in the past only made it more intense . . . more satisfying. This all made the situation seem so much more bizarre. I could only think of one thing to say. “I’m yours, David. Do as you please with me.”
  19. I remember the first time I saw Coach use his super strength. He thought he was the only one in the gym, but I had stayed late to make sure the team’s uniforms were all clean for the upcoming game. The man’s sonic moaning boomed through the empty building – causing me to leave the laundry room to go see what was happening. I knew it wasn’t sounds of pain, but it did seem like someone was getting a lot of pleasure somewhere. I followed the noise. When I got to the weight room two things became obvious – one, I finally figured out what was causing so many objects from the center to disappear and two, Coach had a special way he liked to masturbate. To look at him, you would have thought nothing more than there was a well-built older man. He was nice to look at, but really nothing spectacular. What I beheld that night, however, changed that opinion for the rest of my life. There, in the middle of the room, in the midst of all the weight and machines, stood the gray-haired shirtless Coach shoulder pressing a bar so loaded down with weights it had to be over a thousand pounds. On closer inspection, I could see that it was two bars twisted together, which would make sense since one bar could not withstand that much weight. Even two tightly twisted bars weren’t strong enough to prevent the contraption to bend dangerously low on either end. The man was cranking out reps with the enormous thing like it was a light twenty pounds. There wasn’t any sign of strain on his face, nor was he breaking out even in a slight sweat. It’s what he did next that definitely changed the course of my life forever. Coach simply moved his right hand over a little and dropped his left hand down to his side. He continued to crank out one-handed presses – with enough weight to equal a grand piano. I let out a gasp and instantly was scared I had given my presence away. The Coach continued to rep the insanely loaded bar without even a moment’s hesitation. At the same time, he undid his pants and pulled out his large hard cock. As he watched himself press the weight up and down in the air with one hand he started stroking his meat in the same deliberate rhythm. On the twenty-fifth lift the Coach let out a loud growl and shot a big load of cum across the gym – splattering the mirror where he was watching himself, which was about twenty feet away. Even in the midst of his orgasm, the super strong daddy continued to crank out repetitions. I was too shocked at his strength to dump my load right then and there, but I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life as I watched him one arm lift what surely was an impossible weight to even consider moving. When his orgasm finished, the elder man stuffed his dripping cock back into his pants with his free hand and then grabbed hold of the twisted double bars again. I watched in complete awe as Coach bent the bar upward – turning his wrists outward, which made the two weighted sides clank together up in the air above his head. The metal bar bent so easily you would have thought it was nothing tougher than a wet pasta noodle. Coach wasn’t even breathing hard. It was clear all of this was child’s play for him. The man stared at himself intently in the mirror. I knew I could not even begin to lift what he held aloft above his head, let alone even try to roll it across the floor. I now understood why there were so many busted padlocks around the gym, why people complained of cars being in different spots in the morning when they came out to the parking lot, and why I’d sometimes find scraps of missing forty pound plates on the floor. The Coach was some kind of superman and, until now, he had kept this a secret. I realized immediately that I would keep his secret, too. I wouldn’t even let him know that I knew. I would, however, come back to see him do more amazing things. That’s when I heard his voice and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. “Matthews! Meet me in my office.” So, he had heard me, and he knew exactly whom it was that had made the noise. I thought about running, but something told me that wasn’t a good idea – and, besides, I was too turned on to not talk to him about his strength. I walked slowly behind him as he easily carried the weighted bar to his office – a room off the corner of the gym. When I entered, the mangled bar and weights were on the floor and he stood there with his arms across his chest watching me. “You’re working late, Matthews.” “Yes sir. I . . . um . . . wanted to finish the laundry. I’m sorry, Coach.” “Hell, why are you sorry, son. I knew you were here. You’ve got the best work ethic of any twenty-two year old I’ve ever met. I’ve been waiting to talk to you like this. Try and lift it.” I looked at him dumbfounded. He used his chin to indicate the thousand pound ‘elephant’ in the room. It was as if he could read my mind. I desperately wanted to see if all that poundage was real. I was kind of ready for the surprise of seeing it was all fake, just for the fun of it – made of Styrofoam or something else which looked real but made it easy to lift and manipulate. I walked over to the bent bar, which stood straight up in the air since the major weights rested on their side on the floor. I saw that Coach, himself, had twisted the two bars tightly together, but he had clearly had to widen the holes on the plates to get the double bars through them. That explained the warped middle holes of all the plates in the gym. It had always baffled me what machine had widened the things. I now knew it was Coach’s fingers. Even though it was fun to imagine all of what I had seen was a trick, I knew it wasn’t. Before I even touched the demolished bar I knew it would be solid as hell and unmovable. I pushed and nothing budged. I moaned a little. I shoved harder and, again, nothing moved even a fraction of an inch. The thing weighed over a thousand pounds. I’d never even begin to make it move. Coach walked over beside me – coming so close the heat off of his body enveloped mine and I was suddenly surrounded by something akin to a warm fire on a cold night or a blanket that’s wrapped snuggly around your body. He grabbed the top of the bent bar with one hand and lifted the thing into the air – easily. “Four of you couldn’t lift this thing, Matthews, and look at that, I do it with one hand. Pretty hot, yeah?” “Yes sir.” “Yes Coach.” “Yes . . . Coach.” “That’s a good lad. There’s nothing I like more than being a coach. Well, that is, after being super strong. Helping young guys reach their full potential is what I’m all about. I think you’ve got a lot of potential, Matthews. How about it? Would you like to be able to tie metal bars together as easily as you tie your shoes? You want to have the strength of a hundred men wrapped up into that body of yours? Just think of the things we could do together – and older superman with his younger super sidekick. I think we’d make a great team. How about you?” While he spoke, Coach had picked up a random forty-pound plate and proceeded to start poking his forefinger through the steel in the middle of the plate. It was like he was only poking through wet tissue. His fucking finger pushed through thick metal with a small pop that filled the room. I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around how much strength was in just one of his fingers. As if he could read my mind, the Coach started using his pinkie to do the same thing – making it clear that his kind of strength was coursing through all of him. He finally just folded the plate in two, as if he were closing a book. The screeching sound of metal being forced to do something it wasn’t supposed to was both extremely satisfying and a little terrifying. “Your big strong elder Coach needs a play buddy – someone he could wrestle and not worry about crushing. I want someone who can spot me when I bench a bus or a dump truck. I want someone to be able to take my ejaculations and not be blown apart with so many holes it looks like they’ve been in battle. I want to arm wrestle on the hood of an SUV and ruin the vehicle when I slam my opponent’s strong arm down with enough force to make the thing look like it was totaled in an accident. I want to watch a guy get close to lifting as much as me and see him get turned on by his own strength. I want to fuck so hard that buildings collapse around us.” “Um . . . was there a question in there, Coach?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. He was now breathing heavy and his crotch was back to full mast. “Not really, son. You’ve already been chosen,” the elder superman responded. “I just thought I’d give you a preview of what I’m going to do for you.” “I think my answer’s been poking in my pants since I saw you lift all that weight earlier, Coach,” I replied. “I only ask one thing. I want you to put a ring on my finger. I want it to be for good. I want to be two married supermen. I want to be a kept boy.” This pleased the elder man tremendously. He gripped the edge of the plate in his hands and squeezed some of the metal off between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. It was as easy as if he were tearing off a chunk of bread. He then took the ripped metal and started rolling it between his palms – compressing hard. Soon he had a perfect small cylinder of metal. He squished it slowly between his thumb and forefinger to flatten it a little. The Coach then blew on it – making it clear that his little handiwork had made the metal so hot it could easily be molded. When he deemed it ready, he took my left hand and wrapped the thin sliver of demolished steel around my ring finger. He tied it in a little gem like bump on top. It was clear that thing wasn’t coming off my finger unless the big man took it off himself. I could still feel warmth radiating from the manipulated steel. I looked up into the elder man’s eyes. “Time to give you super powers, boy,” Coach said to me, smiling. “With just one round of my sperm you’ll be benching four hundred. Imagine what you’ll be doing after a week of my plowing. Don’t worry, I can control my ejaculations until you’re more powerful.”
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