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    Muscle Theft. Muscle Growth. Cock Growth.
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    5'9" and 170 pounds (I'd like to say that I'm intentionally bulking, but I like food, so at best it's a messy bulk).
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    More muscle.
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    Anything by Xyggurat. Stories by Corwin. <br />
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    I prefer physique models over bodybuilders. It's the incremental growth in stories that really turns me on (rather than a guy growing into a mountain).
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    Muscles, muscle growth, muscle theft, working out, wrestling, gear, cockrings, cum control, and more!

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  1. Hello everyone! My apologies for the loooonnnngggg delay. Life has been busy - and this sort of writing is challenging. Much thanks to everyone for being so very kind and supportive. And very special thanks to Xyggurat for pushing (gently) and also for being the inspiration for this story in the first place - you really should read Xyggurat's "The Roommate" series. If you haven't ready Chapters 1 through 13 - here are links: Chapter 1-7: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1689-the-symbiote-war/ Chapter 8: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/4428-the-symbiote-war-chapter-8/ Chapters 9-10: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/5517-the-symbiote-war-chps-9-10-and-eventually-the-rest/ Chapter 11 is on page 3 of the previous thread. Chapter 12 is on page 4 of the previous thread. Chapter 13 is on page 5 of the previous thread. And finally... Here is chapter 14. Chapter 14: Sunday – Caught! It’s Sunday morning and I’m leaving Mark’s apartment with all the feelz; the warm fuzzies from having spent the night cuddling with this hot boy, exuberance at this budding relationship, amazement from having met such a wonderful man, but then also trepidation of what’s waiting for me – not just with Shawn, but with my future. Will there ever be an end to this growth ability? Would I want this to end? Because it’s Sunday morning, I know Shawn will be in the gym. So I head back to our dorm room to shower and make plans for the day. As I open the door, the first thing that hits me is the air. It’s hot and musky-sweet smelling (more musky than sweet). That catches me off-guard and I hesitate with the door half opened. But then a meaty arm reaches through the opening, grabs my wrist, and before I can even gasp, pulls me in. “Hey Little Buddy! Where’ve you been?” Shawn’s body is radiating heat, his hand on my wrist is warm…and potentially crushing the bones in my wrist. I’m staring at his massive chest. He’s shirtless, his pecs look pumped and swollen – red and sweaty – and the striations are criss-crossed with veins. So fucking hot! I would totally be enjoying this if only the bones in my wrist would stop complaining. “Shawn, you’re breaking my wrist.” “Sorry buddy.” As he finishes pulling me into the room he lets go of my wrist as he closes the door. “I’m still getting used to being this strong.” He tosses out that line casually, as if it isn’t the weirdest, sexiest, freakiest, hottest fucking thing ever. “Shouldn’t you be in the gym on a Sunday morning?” “I spent the whole day there yesterday, when I wasn’t looking for you. Where have you been hiding?” I certainly don’t want to share my secret hiding spot, so I try to re-direct the conversation. “Why would you be looking for me? And again, shouldn’t you be in the gym?” Ok, admittedly that was not my best re-direction work. In my defense, I was caught off-guard by Shawn being in the room, and I’m having trouble concentrating with these slabs of delicious pec meat heaving in my face. “Yeah I’ve been waiting here for you to come back. I’ve been passing the time doing body-weight exercises, but they’re not really a challenge anymore. I’m waiting for you so that I can get back to the gym. I spent the whole day there yesterday – and after getting a boost from you Friday night and yesterday morning, it was a fucking amazing gym day. I blew through all my personal bests on every exercise. I can’t describe how much of a turn-on it is to be this strong and be able to throw around so much weight!” He doesn’t really have to try. Just listening to him talk about being so strong has me hard as a rock. I’m beginning to perceive a problem… “Shawn…” I try to start some sort of argument to try and extract myself from this situation. “I want another day like that. I want another day full of blowing through all my PB’s. And you’re going to help me with that.” My balls churn at the thought. “Shawn…” I swear I’m trying to come up with some sort of argument, but my brain is not helping me here – maybe because all my blood is somewhere else… In a bit of a surprise move, Shawn picks me up. He’s hugging me tight and carrying me over to the bed. Part of me is screaming. But my hands are clamped on his striated deltoids and I’m already grinding my boner into his chest. So obviously, part of me is revelling in this sexy beast. Shawn throws me down on my bed and immediately he’s on top of me – taking off my clothes. Not only am I not trying to resist, I’m actually helping to get my clothes off. Shawn kicks off his shorts, freeing his cock to swing like a pendulum – a big, thick pendulum that I want to put in my mouth. He’s holding himself over me with one arm and caressing my boner with a big meaty hand. I am already leaking. My hands are everywhere; trying to dent his biceps, exploring the crevasse between his pecs, reaching down to grab hold of his muscle-y bubble-butt, and stroking his hot cock. He lowers himself down onto me, his hot pecs pressing firmly into mine. And I can feel our cocks grinding together between our abs – and I can tell that his is bigger, harder, and hotter than mine. It’s all too much, my balls churn and I’m over the edge. I can feel the cum rocketing from my cock – slicking up the space between our bodies – our abs and cocks now gliding smoothly from the lubrication. I’m locked in orgasm, but Shawn is still thrusting on top of me. I can feel his growth – his pecs are pushing into mine, his body widens and lengthens, his hard cock takes up more space between us, pushing harder into my abs and crawling farther up my chest. And as this is happening, I can feel the lubrication disappearing as my cum is soaked up into his body – until we’re left dry humping again. “Oh fuck yeah!” Shawn breathes. “Corrigan, you are amazing.” He pushes himself up a bit and so I get a better look at his body. His arms look like pillars of marble. The striations of muscle in his shoulders ripple as they fight for space under his skin. His pecs are larger than they were before, and from this angle, I get a glorious view of his bulging abs and obliques – at least what’s not being obscured by his cock. His cock is sticking up between us and it’s beyond belief – thick and meaty and wrapped in veins. I’m drooling. Shawn can see the lust in my eyes, and responds with a cute smile and a gleam in his eye. “One more dose before the gym.” “But I just came!” “I’ve got that covered.” “You’ve what?!” “Drink this.” And before I can even register a stunned expression, Shawn has plastic juice bottle up to my lips. I’m instantly reaching up to get this out of my face, but Shawn easily holds my hands at bay. “Drink this nicely, this doesn’t have to get unpleasant.” There’s no contest – I can’t even fight my way past one of his arms. I drink. “What was that?” “It turns out that one of the advantages of being a muscle stud is that people will do anything for a feel. I caught a pharmacist lusting after me in the gym yesterday. He was more than happy to help me out, and I convinced him to get me a little something. I don’t think this drug is actually on the legal market, but it’s supposed to be quite effective – a little something to help me get a second dose without having to wait for your refractory period to end.” I can feel myself getting flushed. Maybe it’s just embarrassment. Maybe it’s the drug. Maybe it’s just me being turned on by this muscle stud kneeling over me with his boner on my abs? And in less than a minute, I have my answer. I can feel the “flush” intensifying and centering on my cock – my boner feels as if it’s a beating heart. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my whole life. “What the hell did you give me?” “No idea. But clearly it’s working.” Shawn gives my boner a squeeze. A tiny drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. “You’re such a sexy little fucker.” “Ummm…. Thanks?” Shawn leans in and pops my boner in his mouth. His mouth is warm – my cock is on fire. He’s sucking hard – I can see the muscles in his neck flexing. I run my hands through his hair, over his muscular traps, and clamp on to the striations in his massive deltoids. “Unnnggg…” His vacuuming on my boner is so intense it’s both ecstasy and agony. I can feel his shoulders widening, the already hard muscles pushing against my hands. Shawn reaches up and cups my balls in his hand – gently kneading. It’s all too much – my climax is coming from somewhere deep inside me and I can feel it slowly building in intensity. It starts at the base of my penis, my balls clench up, my cock expands in anticipation. Shawn can feel that I’m about to cum, he clenches a little tighter on my balls and jams my cock deeper down his throat. And with that, it’s an explosion. I’ve never had such a climax, my cock felt like an out-of-control firehose. Shawn eagerly did his best to take it all. At the end I was completely spent, but even though my balls were drained, my cock was still throbbing as if it couldn’t help but continue to try and give up more. Shawn slowly pulls back, my still hard erection is now visible, it looks swollen. But I have no time for that, it’s Shawn that’s stealing the show. Standing up straight, I can see growth everywhere. His physical…presence is filling the room. His head is inching toward the ceiling, resting on top of a spectacular mountain of traps. His deltoid muscles stand out impressively, looking as if they are fighting for space with his chest. All of this is framed by the massive wide V of his back and the cobblestones of his obliques. Shawn’s quads are so wide that he’s standing in that bodybuilder stance where he has to have his legs slightly spread. And that cock! Shawn clearly has a semi, but it’s thick as my wrist, and even draped over his impressive balls it is slowly inching down closer to his knees. “It’s been a while. Let’s do this.” He throws a tape measure at me. I am unable to process all of this; it’s too much to take in. I am exhausted, and my mind is spinning so fast in so many directions that it’s standing still. I am in awe of Shawn’s body; this “god of muscle” is standing before me, and all I want to do is spend eternity worshiping. My formerly smaller roommate is now towering over me, and all I can see is hard, rippling muscle in every direction – and I am both turned on and frightened. Not necessarily frightened of Shawn, but frightened by how much I want to give him more growth. What have I become? Fortunately, Shawn is oblivious to my whirlwind of thoughts. “Let’s start with height. The world feels different from up here.” I pull on my underwear before we get going – but no time for anything more – Shawn is too eager. As I’m trying to unravel the tape measure, I realize that there’s no way I’m going to be able to measure something that tall – I can reach up there, but I can’t actually see the mark on the tape measure. I grab my rickety collapsible metal study chair from my desk – it wobbles a bit as I climb up to reach Shawn’s head. “It looks as if you’ve hit six feet and two inches according to the tape measure.” “Almost a whole foot taller! No wonder everything looks so different. Let’s move to chest.” I can’t reach around his chest, so I wrap the tape measure around his waist. “32 inches.” Shawn flexes his abs – it looks as if a brick wall just exploded under his skin – the ridges of the abdominals and obliques stand out sharply. I re-measure his waist. “Still 32 inches.” But there’s not an ounce of fat anywhere – it’s all solid muscle. And then with some effort, I shimmy/slide the tape up to his chest. Shawn stands at attention and flexes his chest and back – I almost drop the tape. “58 inches! That’s thick.” And to paraphrase a meme: I’m not drooling! You’re drooling! I wrap the tape measure around his thigh – it’s thick and I can feel the striations in the muscle moving around under his skin. “30-inch thighs!” Shawn’s not fully hard, but he definitely has more than just a semi. The tape measure shows 14 inches, with 10 inches of girth. “And now my biceps.” Shawn raises his right arm – keeping it straight out from his body. I wrap the tape measure around the bicep – he’s not flexing, but the arm is already impressively thick. I can see veins running along the bicep and connecting to a roadmap in his forearms. Shawn flexes his bicep. I just want to lick it. “Are you gonna measure that?” Shawn’s amused. “Oh yeah, sure.” I grasp one end of the tape measure and pull the other end: “22 fucking inches.” “Excellent. This is fucking amazing! I need to go throw some serious weight around.” “Shawn, I don’t think the gym’s going to have enough weights to challenge you.” “We’ll see about that.” He seems pleased and amused and has a bit of a far-off look in his eye. “But after the gym, I’m going to want another round with you. But you seem to keep disappearing on me.” “Shawn…” He’s looking around the room – and fixates on my rickety metal study chair. “This will do.” Shawn picks up the chair and proceeds to rip it apart with his bare hands. “Shawn! That’s my chair!” “I want you here when I get back. And so… Get on the bed.” I hesitate, wondering if I can make a run for it. But I’m just in my underwear, I haven’t had time to get dressed. “I’m being nice here, giving you the opportunity to have a comfortable place. Or, we can do this in a less comfortable spot.” Realizing that I’m not getting out of the room, I climb onto my bed. Shawn easily manipulates the metal frame into a makeshift set of rings. “Reach up, I’m tying you to the bedframe.” He wraps one of the rings around the bedframe and then around my wrist – initially getting it uncomfortably tight, but he sees the look of pain run across my face and adjusts the metal ring so that it’s tight but not pinching. He does the same with the other ring. I am now lying on my back with one arm tied to each bedpost. In any other circumstance, this would be insanely hot. People would pay money for this! But for some reason, I can’t seem to appreciate that right now. “Shawn. You can’t tie me up against my will. This isn’t right, and you know it.” “Listen little buddy. I need you to be here. And if you would just stop running away, I wouldn’t have to do this. Besides, I am going to go and blow through my lifts and pump these muscles to their max – and then me and my sweaty, pumped muscles are going to come right back here and rescue you.” Ok. Ok! I admit it. I’m turned on. Even my spent dick stirred at the thought of Shawn coming back sweaty and pumped. Shawn struggles to put on his workout clothes. Nothing fits and everything looks ridiculous on his gigantic frame. He settles on a muscle shirt that hides nothing and a pair of basketball shorts that now look like spandex. And nothing is capable of hiding his massive package. “I’ll be back. You wait here little buddy.” Shawn gives me a wink and a smile that somehow, in spite of the fact that he’s just tied me up, still manages to give me butterflies. I can hear him lock the door from the other side. I’m alone. “Fuck.”
  2. Hot & sexy! Love your stories.
  3. Xyg! Thanks for the story! Always love your writing.
  4. Love this! I like all the possibilities.
  5. Chapter 13: Found. The sun has gone down. I have spent the entire day in the library pretending that I’m reading the same page of the same book – but really my mind is a cross between a worried mess and an empty blank. Shawn hasn’t discovered that this is my hiding spot, and I’m wondering if I can just spend the rest of my life hiding here. But then I’m discovered… I barely have time to let out a gasp as a pair of arms reach around from behind me and wrap around my neck. “Hey sexy.” It’s Mark. Is it too late to un-pee my pants? I’m torn between immediate relief that it’s not Shawn, frustration at being startled (albeit unintentionally), and turned on by Mark’s touch. Mark slides in to the chair next to me. “Whoa. You look like you’ve had a tough day. What’s going on?” There is a look of genuine concern in his eyes, and his concern makes him even more endearing. “…And what the fuck?!” Mark’s noticed the mark on my neck. He reaches up and shifts the collar of my shirt to reveal the full bite mark. “What’s this? Are you ok? Corrigan, what’s going on?” A flurry of questions that I don’t know how to answer. I can see the concern in his beautiful blue eyes… His beautiful blue eyes… I could linger here forever… Mark is genuinely concerned, and I need to talk to someone. “Maybe we should go somewhere else to have this conversation.” “Yes. Let’s go back to my place. You can tell me everything.” We leave the library and walk back to Mark’s apartment. It’s a cute one bedroom just off campus – nicely decorated – with the sort of care for detail that you’d expect from someone doing his doctorate. Mark whips up some leftovers and we sit down on the couch together – shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip. I can feel his warmth. We eat in silence – and I realize that Mark’s giving me time to start my story when I’m ready. After we finish eating, I tell him everything. Mark was amazing; he accepted it all without doubting my sanity. We just sat there on the couch together – Mark with his arms wrapped around me – and I realize that I’m feeling safe for the first time since this whole thing started. “That’s a lot for one person to have to deal with. At least Shawn hasn’t turned violent. But if you ever need some space, you are most certainly welcome to crash here anytime – I’ve got a spare key that you can have. And at least it’s a bit better than trying to live in the library.” I’m exhausted – and Mark can see it in my eyes. “You’re drifting off to sleep. Let’s get you tucked in to bed.” I’m too tired to argue, but I hesitate a bit as I’m stripping down – how’s this going to work? However, I decide that keeping my briefs on will be enough to keep things under control. Mark strips down naked, and puts on a set of boxers for sleeping. Even tired as I am, I still can’t resist checking him out – he’s got a nice lean body – a bit more muscle than I might have expected from a geek, but still on the lean side. I catch a glimpse of his adorable little butt, and a fairly impressive cock and balls – looking pretty flaccid, but maybe he’s slightly chubbed up – even so, hanging over an impressively large set of balls, his cock’s got to be about four inches and somewhat girthy. We crawl in to his bed. Not wanting to create any problems, I curl up on my side facing away from Mark. He spoons in behind me and hugs me in tight. His warmth, both physical and emotional, is everything – and I’m instantly asleep. I hear the sound of running water and realize that I’m awake and listening to the faucet in the bathroom. I can feel the emptiness in the bed behind me – so I know that Mark’s up. The curtains are closed in the bedroom, but I can see that there are rays of sunshine lighting up the living room. I’m feeling well rested, so I drag myself out of bed. Mark’s got the door open and I can see that he’s brushing his teeth. He’s put on a pair of loose fitting cotton pyjama bottoms tied loosely around the waist. They’re hanging low so I can see his adorable little butt peeking out the top. He’s shirtless, so I can also see the muscles in his back flexing while he’s brushing. I haven’t had this view before, so I’m impressed that he’s got a bit of a v-taper going. I’m also impressed by his arm – I can see a bit of a horseshoe tricep fighting against a bicep that although small, shows some tight muscle and a surprising peak. Has he always had such an impressive little baseball of muscle in his biceps? Mark spots me in the mirror and rinses his mouth. “Busted! I was hoping to surprise you with my awesome minty-fresh morning breath!” He turns around and looks me in the eye. Maybe I’m hallucinating, but I feel as if I’m looking straight across into his eyes, whereas I would normally be looking just slightly down. “How are you doing? Did you sleep all right?” “I feel great. And yes I slept well. Thank you.” “I also slept well. I feel like I could take on the world. But how about we start with some breakfast?” His smile is irresistible, and he’s got a twinkle in his blue eyes. Now that he’s turned around, I can see that he looks a little pumped – as if he’s been awake doing pushups and situps for a while. “Have you been working out this morning?” “No. I just got out of bed.” He grabs me around the waist and with surprising strength draws me in for a kiss. Is it possible that I somehow got some cum on Mark? …But whoa he’s such a good kisser. His lips feel closer in height to mine than before. …His breath is minty-fresh, and his tongue is probing my mouth eagerly. He’s grinding his hips against mine with a surprising amount of force – more force than I would expect from a twinky geek. …And I can feel the hardness of his erection against my leg – I can feel a solid mass running halfway down my thigh. Damn! I want him bad. But have I already grown him? All the evidence seems to be there. What happens if we fool around now? My one hand is caressing the muscles in his back and my other hand is clamped on the tight muscles in his ass. I’m hard and my balls are starting to churn – I’m sure I’m leaking pre-cum. And with Mark firmly clamped on me like a lamprey, there’s no way to avoid getting it on him. “Strp.” It’s tough to articulate with someone’s tongue in your mouth. “Stop. We have to stop. I can’t.” Mark’s got me pinned against the wall fairly hard, but I’ve been hitting the gym all semester so I manage to get him to pull back. “Sorry Corr. I really find you adorable, and for me that’s irresistible.” But thankfully he does stop before things get awkward. I glance down at our bodies. My boner is stretched along my hip, and I don’t see any pre-cum – but as I’m watching, I see a wet spot start to form. I don’t see any wet spot on Mark – but that could be because anything would have been absorbed quickly. Does it look like his abs are tighter than a moment ago? His pecs might be a bit more pumped than they were, but that could just be my imagination. I can see his erection through his PJ bottoms, it look big and firm running down his thigh and I can clearly see the outline of the flared head through the fabric. Fuck, he’s sexy. “I need to slow things down and think.” “Definitely. And sorry if I tried to rush things.” “No. No need to apologize. And if it weren’t for what’s happening, I would be the one trying to rush things. You’re incredibly hot and I’m really attracted to you.” “How about we have some breakfast.” “Maybe I should just get going.” After I got dressed, Mark gave me the key he had mentioned last night. “Just in case. I want you to feel that you have a safe space here.” “Thanks.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss – and then wrapped his arms around me and turned it in to a hug. “Let’s agree to catch up on where things are at later this evening.” “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed back to my dorm room.
  6. Sorry for the loooonnnnngggg delay. The school year was crazy. Chapter 12: Saturday – Going Into Hiding. The morning sun shining through the window turns my eyelids a warm orange. It’s peaceful lying here with my eyes closed, and that makes it easy to forget all of the turmoil on the other side of those eyelids. But I can hear Shawn’s bulk shifting in his bed, and so I crack open my eyes to see what awaits me. Shawn appears to still be sleeping. During the night, he’s kicked off the sheets, and the rays of the sun highlight his impressive muscles; even asleep he looks as if he’s flexing. The ridges of his abdominals are gently undulating with his breathing, and the shelf of his firm, meaty pecs, eclipses them. The shoulder facing me looks swollen and densely packed with muscle, the striations evident even while he’s asleep. There is barely a gap between the muscles of his shoulder and the impressive muscles of his arm; a horseshoe tricep and a solid rock of a bicep are competing to stretch the arm in two directions. The prominent vein running down the bicep is visible from across the room, and connects with a roadmap of veins running along his forearm. Shawn has his hand in his briefs, and he’s cupping his semi – and even though he’s got his chubby in his hand, I can clearly see the head sticking out all the way to his hip. “Like what you see?” He’s awake. Of course yes I like what I see, but let’s not think about that right now. “Shouldn’t you be running off to the gym?” “Yes I will. But I’m thinking today is a good day for some really big personal bests in the gym. And then afterwards I can drive Travis insane when I fuck him with this slab of meat.” “So… a busy day?” I’m trying to refocus his attention, because I can see in his eyes that he’s a bit too focused on me right now. Shawn gives his chubby a squeeze and I can see it firming up and lengthening – stretching past his hip and creating a tent in his briefs. “Sure. But I want to make sure I get this day started right, and that’s where you come in little Buddy.” Little Buddy? Is that how things are now? Shawn must have noticed the look in my eyes at the new moniker, because he lightens up a bit. “Come on Corrigan! This body is hot, and you know you love it. If this was reversed, I would take every opportunity possible to enjoy my muscle-bound roomie. And of course, continue to build more muscle.” Before I can really move from my bed, or even consider mounting any sort of defense, Shawn has crossed the space between our bunks. His body is even more impressive up close. My hands are up, and pushing on his firm pecs, but I might as well be trying to prevent a wall from collapsing. Shawn’s stubble rubs across my cheek, and I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His body is hot. Temperature hot. As if his muscles are burning like a furnace. And hard. So hard. Hot, hard muscles everywhere. My boner is hard as a rock, and I’m already leaking pre-cum. Shawn easily gets my arms pinned, but it doesn’t matter as he’s so strong that I can’t move him off me. He gets his briefs off and kicks off all the sheets. His boner feels like a pendulum bouncing on my abs. My balls churn. Shawn spits on his hand. My eyes grow wide. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” “Relax. You know you want me.” Yes, but… He lubes up his cock and lowers himself into position. I can feel the solid head, hot to the touch, push it’s way up toward my hole. Shawn pauses for a moment. I can feel every muscle in his body tensing. My boner is being crushed between his solid wall of abs and my own weaker abs, and the pre-cum that’s being squeezed out is fuelling his growth. And then he starts to push in. His member is hot, and so hard I can feel the veins on the shaft as he’s slowly entering me. Thankfully he’s going slow allowing me time to adjust. I can feel the hardness of his pecs pressed against mine; he’s slowly pushing forward, grinding me into the bed. I can feel the hard ridges of his abdominals as they run along my shaft pinned between us. My cock is rock hard and leaking pre-cum, which is being soaked up quickly by his abs. I can feel his weight increasing, his pecs crushing mine as they expand with new muscle. I can feel his mushroom head flaring inside me as his shaft stretches my tight hole. He’s still pushing in deeper – we’re eye-to-eye – his blue eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. In his bliss, he’s let go of my arms, which frees me to run my hands along his growing muscles. My right hand is clamped tight on his left bicep – it’s too big to grab the entire muscle, and so hard I can’t make a dent. My left hand is on his massive right shoulder – I can feel the individual striations of each deltoid fighting for space. Shawn’s head nuzzles into my neck, a very sensual moment, but it also reminded me of the bite mark from last night – the memory makes my balls churn out more pre-cum. “I don’t even have to push.” He whispers. “My boner’s going deeper just from the growth.” He was right, Shawn was holding still and yet I could feel his cock pushing deeper inside me – the growth fuelled by my pre-cum. That realization sends me over the edge. My legs clamp tightly around his body as I’m rocked with the power of my orgasm. My cum sprays up between our bodies, covering our abs and pecs. Now I can feel Shawn’s growth accelerate – his weight increasing, his pecs pushing further in to mine. My hands are clamped on his shoulders, and I can feel them expanding with new layers of muscle. I can feel his massive cock surge inside me – and then suddenly I can feel his powerful jets of cum deep inside my ass. After a few moments his growth subsides. “Fucking amazing! I feel huge.” We’re face-to-face, and I can see the gleam in his eyes. “Corrigan, this is awesome. You’re awesome.” “Ummm… Thanks, I think.” What do you say in this sort of situation? I’m totally turned on by this stud, but where is this going? Shawn starts to pull out. Even post-orgasm, his boner is still hard as a rock – I can feel the mushroom head as it slides out. “Fuck. This thing is huge.” He was right, everything about him was huge. His still-hard cock looks to be at least 12 inches, and resting on top of a giant set of balls the size of a pair of apricots. He has to be about six feet tall, but his body is packed with muscle. He’s looking like a professional physique competitor – his skin stretched tight in an attempt to contain his dense muscles and a web of veins. “I’m going to need a cold shower to get this monster to go down before I head to the gym. I’ll see you after the gym…little buddy.” He gives me a little wink and a seductive smile, and then heads off to the showers. I must confess, everything about Shawn is sexy: his beautiful eyes, his boyish face, his sexy-mischievous smile, all of that resting on top of a god-like frame. However, it is obvious that Shawn is now comfortable with just taking what he wants, when he wants it. And I’m worried about this change in our relationship, and what it might mean for me and my future. I can’t think clearly – but all I know is that I want a bit of time to myself to try and clear my head. So I’m heading off to the library to hide.
  7. Chapter 11: Date Night! Friday has finally arrived; date night. I’m an excited bundle of nervousness. I could hardly concentrate through my classes. Mark has texted and we’ve agreed to meet at a pub just off campus. After classes, I hit the gym for a while to work off some of my nervous energy – and yes, to also get a good body pump going for my date (who doesn’t want to look their best?). After my shower I find that I’m having a tough time choosing what to wear. I finally select a sexy Andrew Christian jock that both cups my ass as well as accentuates my package. These work well with my “sexy jeans” that hug my glutes and also accentuate my bulge. I choose a fairly simple polo shirt in solid pastel orange that hugs my pecs and cuts tight across my biceps. I may not be a doctoral student like Mark, but I could at least show off my best assets. (insert shy grin) A pair of brown suede shoes with blue trim finishes off the look. I arrive right on time and find Mark looking casual and sexy standing out front of the pub. He’s so cute! He’s wearing a short-sleeve blue plaid button-down shirt, a pair of tight green casual pants with the cuffs rolled up at the bottom, and orange converse shoes. The pants are hugging his sexy ass nicely – and he’s certainly sporting a mouth-watering bulge in front. He’s adorable. “Hey! Orange!” And as soon as that leaves my mouth, I feel like an idiot. He’s doing his doctoral degree – I’m going to have to raise my game here, or he’s going to see me for the fool that I am. “I’m sure it’s a sign that we’re going to have a lovely evening together.” He’s so calm and inviting – not the slightest hint of judgement. Maybe I just need to relax and enjoy the flow. We’re lead to an out-of-the-way booth in the pub. The service is fine; the food is fine. But I’m not really paying any attention to those; my focus is on Mark. We’re having a great time. I manage to find my tongue (it was hanging out with my chin). The conversation flows well, and we share a ton of laughs. I can’t stop gazing into his lovely blue eyes – and I think I’ve had a chubby all night. Under the booth, our legs are crisscrossed, and I can feel the warmth of Mark’s legs against my own. Every now and then he gives my leg a squeeze, which sends a thrum of excitement through my body and makes my balls churn. We talk about everything: family, our hometowns, school, work, politics, music, movies, TV, faviourite books, dating history, everything. Everything except the one biggest thing in my life – I can’t bring myself to broach that topic with Mark. Not yet. We close the pub. We’re the last ones to leave – our very kind server could clearly see we were on a date, and so she was trying not to rush us out. We walk slowly back to campus together, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually we arrive at the point where we have to part ways. We linger for a while, but it really is quite late. “Corr… You’re adorable.” It’s dark, so I’m hoping that he can’t see me blushing. “I’ve had a great time tonight, and I hope you’re ok with us doing this again.” “The feeling’s mutual.” We’re holding hands. Mark leans in closer; our hips are locked together. I can feel his erection pushing against mine. He smells great. But I’m feeling both nervous excitement, as well as a mountain of trepidation, at what might happen here. How can I have a boyfriend? Or even a one-night stand? How would that even work? “Can we do this again next week?” I ask. I can see a flutter of questions in Mark’s eyes. I think he was hoping we might go a bit further tonight. But he recovers well. “Of course. That would be delightful. How about Monday night? That’s technically next week.” He’s sporting a sly grin. And as he’s saying it, he has his arms wrapped around my waist and he’s grinding against me. I can feel his boner pressed against me, and my own erection is pounding with excitement. “Monday would be great.” Mark leans in a bit closer, and all of a sudden his lips are pressed against mine. He tastes delicious. His tongue is teasing me inside my mouth, and he breaks off the kiss with a little nibble on my lower lip. Fuck that was hot – is he doing his Ph.D. in kissing? We say our good nights and head off. My head is in the clouds as I wander back to the dorm. The dorm room is dark as I enter, the thin stream of light from the streetlamp coming through the blinds is enough to show me that Shawn is sound asleep in bed. He is lying on his stomach and he’s kicked off all the covers. He’s only wearing a pair of thin tighty-whities, and they are straining to contain those glorious globes of his solid ass. As my eyes adjust to the thin light streaming in, I can make out the lines of muscle everywhere on his body. He has really been pounding away at the gym, and his body is showing it well. Even asleep, his muscles look taught and pumped. His hamstrings and quads give a nice rounded bulge to his upper legs, and are capped off by his amazing glutes straining his briefs. Above those, his lats are starting to look a bit like wings flaring out from his narrow waist. His traps create an impressive set of mounds leading toward the hills of his shoulders. He is sleeping with both of his hands above his head, and I can see the impressive bulges of one arm before it disappears underneath his pillow. I am trying to be quiet as a mouse so as not to wake Shawn. I strip off all my clothes, including my sexy jock with a noticeable wet spot from the chubby I’ve been sporting all evening. My belt makes a bit of a “clink” but thankfully doesn’t wake him up. I put on some comfortable boxers; thinking I might need to jack off to get my hard-on to go down (staring at Shawn’s sleeping body has only made me even hornier). However, as I’m climbing into bed the bedsprings betray me with some muted squeaks and this is enough to disturb Shawn’s sleep. He rolls over, and I am treated to a view of his massive balls and a semi fighting for space in his briefs. I’m trying to get under the covers quickly to hide my erection, while also keeping the squeaking to a minimum. But no luck. Shawn cracks a sleepy eye open, and manages to get a view of my boner before I get under the covers. “Hey Buddy.” His voice is full of sleep. “You’re getting in late.” But he’s waking up fast. Both his eyes are open now, and I can see them fixated on my boner. “How was your date? Must have been good, based on how late you’re getting in…and…well…” His voice trailed off, he didn’t need to say what he was thinking; I could see where his eyes were focused. “Good night Shawn.” I was hoping to end this and get to bed. But I can already tell that I’m too late. Shawn is now fully awake, and he’s getting out of bed. “Good night Shawn.” I say with a bit more emphasis. But I can already see his semi growing into a full hard-on, pushing its way toward his hip. “Let me help you with that thing. You know you’ll enjoy it, and we both know that I’ll enjoy it as well.” “Shawn, you can’t keep taking from me.” He’s crossed the space between our beds. I start to try and sit up in bed. “That’s ok. You can give it to me.” He reaches over and grabs one of my arms, I manage to keep the other arm free, but only for a moment. Within seconds he has both of my arms locked down – gods he’s strong, his grip is firm on my wrists. In spite of all of my efforts at the gym, I am no longer a match for Shawn’s strength, but at least I can still put up a good struggle. However, I’m not really committed to the struggle; I’m horny as hell, and my new bigger muscle-y roommate is a total turn on for me. Shawn is now fully on my bed, his weight is sitting on my chest, with one arm he has both of my arms pinned above my head, leaving his other hand free to struggle to rip off his own briefs. His pendulous erection slaps against my chest, and I can feel the weight of his balls against my sternum. He doesn’t have the reach to take off my boxers, but he pulls them below my balls, allowing my raging boner to slap up against my abs. I am hard as a rock, and already leaking the fuel that Shawn is so eager to obtain. Shawn caresses my balls and gives a few firm strokes to my shaft, and then he swipes his hand across the tip of my boner, swirling the pre-cum around to add to the sensation. However, the pre-cum is quickly absorbed into his hand. Can I already see him swelling a bit larger? Or is that just him leaning in closer? It feels as if he’s getting heavier, but that could just be his legs squeezing my chest with a bit of newly added strength. Shawn leans in a bit closer; I can see the excitement gleaming in his eyes, and I can smell a mix of shower gel, cologne, and a bit of musky sweat. Shawn leans forward and nuzzles his face against my neck – I can feel his throbbing erection pressed against my chest. “Oh fuck Corrigan. I want this muscle, I want to be huge.” He breathes into my neck, his teeth against my trap muscle. “Fuck me and make me huge.” He’s already out-powered me, and the thought of him growing huge has me painfully hard. Shawn spits on his hand and reaches around and lubes up my cock. At this point, I don’t think I’m struggling any more, but he still has my arms pinned above my head. I can feel his balls dragging down my abs as he slowly lowers himself down toward my waiting member. Shawn guides the tip of my boner toward his waiting hole. I can feel the pressure as he pushes against the head. And then I’m in. And I know that I am past the point of no return; no matter what, I am fucking his glorious, muscular, bubble-butt. Shawn continues to push, and my shaft slides deeper into his ass. Is he getting larger from my pre-cum? Probably, but I’m in too much ecstasy to notice. His hands are clamped painfully on my forearms. His face is just inches from my own, and I can feel his hot breath – he leans in and gives my neck a bit of a nibble. His boner is smearing pre-cum across my abs; an iron bar being crushed between our bodies. I’m fully inside him – balls deep. He starts riding my cock, slowly at first, savouring the moment. Shawn starts flexing the muscles in his ass; giving me the glorious sensation of having my cock milked. I can tell that I’m leaking pre-cum because I can feel his body swelling. His cock is pushing forward into my abs as it lengthens. And I can feel his thighs crushing my hips as they expand with further muscle. “Oh fuck!” I gasp. “Give it to me Corrigan. Make me huge.” He’s picking up speed, riding my cock with force. His ass is tight around my boner, the muscles squeezing harder as they flex and grow. I’m right on the edge, my mind is spinning with ecstasy. And all of a sudden, I am cumming. “Oh Fuck!” I yell. “Augh!” I yell louder. In the height of my orgasm, Shawn has leaned in and bitten me on the neck. I have never cum so hard in my life – my cock felt like a cannon in his ass; the cum was spewing forth like a fire hose. And Shawn was cumming as well – huge ropes of cum were shooting up between our abs and covering my chest, neck and face. I felt as if I came for a full minute – several huge, toe-curling volleys, followed by several more weaker shots. The pain in my neck – that bite is going to leave a mark. But all I can focus on is Shawn’s eyes, as they are inching upwards – and I’m having to adjust my angle to stare into them. This was a big dose, and hence more growth. I can feel him getting heavier on my abs. I can also feel his balls expanding and taking up more space as they push against my abs with their growth. His post-orgasm boner is still raging, standing straight up, and with new growth, I can see the large head pushing its way into my line of sight. “Why’d you bite me?” “You liked it. I bet you’ve never cum like that before.” He had a point – but still – ouch. Shawn made a point of lingering for a several moments, ensuring that he soaked up all the cum from my cock. He even flexed his ass muscles a few times to squeeze out any last drops of cum – and of course, my cock rewarded him with a few more drops. Eventually Shawn dismounts, and even with the dim light, it is clear that he’s been well-rewarded with some stunning growth. He has to be at least 5’10 and moving toward 5’11, and his body looks hard and swollen like a college wrestler who spends a lot of time in the gym. His traps are a pair of mountains along side his neck, and they are matched by thick bulging deltoids that make his shoulders look like a pair of striated bowling balls. He raises his arms into a double-bi pose – and his biceps explode into a pair of mountains that would put a softball to shame – and they are equally matched by his full bodied, horseshoe triceps. But his pose only serves to make his cock bounce, and that brings both our attentions to that monster. It has to be over 10 inches, and could be 11. It is standing straight up, the thick shaft is wrapped in veins, and capped with a full mushroom head. His cock is matched by a pair of amazing balls that look to be the size of pool balls, in spite of the fact that he just finished cumming. I am practically drooling at my Adonis of a roommate. Shawn reaches down – his arms are wrapped in a roadmap of veins. His meaty hands can barely wrap around his thick shaft, and even with both hands there is plenty of cock still exposed. He gives it a good squeeze – it looks as if his cock is swelling in his hands. “Come here and suck me off.” It’s not a request, but he’s so fucking hot I would have begged to do so. I quickly climb out of bed and I’m on my knees staring up at him. Past his cobblestone abs, and his shelf of a chest, I can see his eyes glowing with lust. Up close, his cock is huge. I have to squeeze tight to get my hands around it – and it feels as if I’m trying to squeeze stone. I’m hungry for this – I want his cock in my mouth. I lunge like a snake – my jaws spread wide. It fills up my mouth and stretches my throat. I can feel the ridges of the veins as they pass my lips. His cock is so engorged that even the veins are hard – and it’s hot in my mouth. Shawn is now so large that I start to gag with just over half in my mouth. I back off a bit and start sucking and playing with the head – wrapping my tongue around it and giving it the occasional flick. My hands are busy working the shaft and pulling on his engorged balls. Shawn starts moaning. He grabs my head with both hands and starts fucking my face. Even though he just came moments ago, I can already feel his cock swelling in anticipation of orgasm. And then with a final surge, his cock swells larger, and Shawn’s grip on my head tightens, forcing more of his cock down my throat, and he’s cumming. A torrent spews down my throat, and I eagerly drink down every last drop. Shawn eventually relaxes, and he releases my head. I give his balls one last squeeze, and take one final suck on his cock as he’s pulling it out of my mouth. “Whew! That was awesome. Thanks Buddy!” He has a post-orgasm grin on his face. Shawn grabs his briefs, wraps a towel around his waist and heads to the showers. I watch in silence – every movement is a chorus of bulging muscles, and the towel does nothing to hide the size of his cock. Shawn exits the room, and I’m left alone with my thoughts. What had started out as a lovely date night ended up turning into… Into what? Was this a terrible thing? Do I feel as if I might have been unfaithful to Mark? We only had one date. Am I worried about Shawn getting out of control? I don’t think I can deny the fact that I am turned on by the new Adonis-Shawn. But is this what I want? It’s very late and I’m too tired to think straight. Tomorrow is another day and I just need some sleep.
  8. Sorry Alf! I'm just a slow writer. But I will definitely finish this story.
  9. Hello everyone! Thanks for your patience. My hectic semester is officially over, and I am hoping to get this story done before we get too far into the summer. Thank you very much for everyone who has provided support, comments and feedback. You really helped motivate me to work on this. Here is a link to chapters 1-7: http://muscle-growth...e-symbiote-war/ Here is a link to chapter 8: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/4428-the-symbiote-war-chapter-8/ I have finally managed to finish chapters 9 and 10. Just for the record, I will post all of the remaining chapters in this thread. Chapter 9: Unexpected: A friend and a monster. “Hey… Hey! Hellloooo? Are you there? Everything ok?” My eyes come back into focus, and I find that I’m staring at a very cute face that is surprisingly close to my own. The last couple of days have gone by in a blur – I’m feeling depressed, isolated, and confused. I guess I had sort of zoned out while studying in the library – and someone noticed. Not just anyone, but the adorably cute boy that seems to spend as much time here as I do. I’ve caught him checking me out – almost as often as he’s caught me checking him out. “Welcome back to planet earth.” He says with a shy grin. I’m still staring into his blue eyes. Although we’ve spent a fair bit of time in the library together, we haven’t met, and we haven’t been this close. “Sorry. Must have drifted off.” “Is everything ok? You’re far too cute to be so glum.” I suppose that’s his way of coming out to me – but it was unnecessary, as we’ve already caught each other sneaking glances. Although he isn’t my usual “type” (I don’t know if I have a “type” anymore), he is adorably cute. He’s got this ridiculous mess of light brown hair, cool-blue eyes, and a smile that warms the room. He’s about my height, lean, and with a really cute little butt. “Mark.” He introduces himself to bridge the silence. “Corrigan.” “Cool name! Care to grab a cup of coffee and tell me how your parents came up with that one?” And that’s how I met Mark. It was unexpected. Our coffee date lasted all afternoon. He’s a good talker, and he’s fascinating. He’s doing his doctorate in Social Policy. He’s a smarty-pants, but doesn’t show it – he’s easy to talk to. He’s energetic and passionate about a number of topics, and he’s downright adorable when he’s really excited about a topic. He’s also a good listener, and it really didn’t take long for him to sift through my vague replies to figure out that something is going on with my roommate, or specifically, between my roommate and me. “Come on Corr! Spill the beans! Is he a psycho? Does he steal your stuff?” I just didn’t know how to broach the topic. Nothing that’s been happening makes any sense, and I didn’t want Mark to think I was nuts. Mark could tell that I was uncomfortable and fumbling. “Ok. You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But just tell me that you will talk to me, or to somebody, if you’re ever in need of help.” I could agree to that. Our wonderful afternoon eventually came to an end. Mark had to get to class. “Ok – my interplanetary traveller. I want to see you later. How about Friday for supper?” There’s no way I could refuse him. We made plans. We hugged – he smelled great – one of those warm, close hugs – and just as we were disengaging, he gave my ass a squeeze. I was in a great mood. I decided to head to the gym to work out some of my energy. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the gym was fairly deserted. These were always my favourite times to work out – mindlessly enjoying my tunes and not having to wait for any of the machines to come available. I was having a pretty good day at the gym; the buzz of my positive mood from my date with Mark was translating into a great pump from my workout. I was really enjoying how solid my body was getting from a semester of working hard to keep ahead of Shawn. However, as I thought that, I mentally noted that the purpose of my workouts now was to try and keep up with Shawn. I finished my gruelling shoulders and arms session, capped off with some abs at the end, and headed to the locker room for a shower. I stripped off my sweaty clothes, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for the showers. Because there was no one else in the locker room, I stopped in front of the mirrors to admire my great pump. Shawn might have surpassed me, but my gains were without any “assistance” and my body was looking great. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I was turning myself on and starting to pitch a tent in my towel. And that’s when Greg walked in. You may remember Greg as the “victim” of my experiment. He was now easily a 6’1 muscle-bound stud. He was wearing his workout gear, a muscle shirt and a pair of workout shorts. His handsome face was now three inches closer to the ceiling than it was before our last meeting. The growth from my cum had turned him into an Adonis with a cock that any porn star would envy. And since our last meeting, he had clearly been hitting the weights with force. His broad shoulders were rounded globes that stretched the skin tight over the striations in the muscles. His arms hung wide to accommodate the bulging muscles of his V-tapered back. A powerful vein snaked down each bicep; serving as a roadmap to highlight the incredible size of his arms. Greg’s powerful legs, flexing with each step, filled up the legs of his workout shorts. However, it was tough to notice because my attention was drawn to the obscene bulge made by his enormous cock and balls. I was instantly awestruck by the presence of this stud, and my rapidly growing erection almost made me drop my towel. Greg immediately recognized me and I could see by the look on his face that he had been looking for me. A few quick strides of his powerful legs and he had me pinned against the wall. “Tell me what you know.” “Uhhh….”. His strong hands were firmly gripping my shoulders, pinning me against the wall. I wasn’t able to form words. “You did this to me! Tell me how!” His chest was right in front of my eyes, and I could count the striations in his meaty pecs. One… Two… Three… Four… I was fully erect. “I want more. Tell me how you did it.” I could feel his warm breath. His hands tightened on my shoulders. My balls churned. If he kept this up, he was going to get his answer without me saying anything. “It’s…it’s a curse.” I finally managed to stammer. I’m usually an excellent talker. But apparently that’s conditional… “This isn’t a curse! This is awesome. Tell me how it works.” And apparently I’m terrible under pressure – because before my brain knew what I was doing, I found myself saying… “It’s my cum. It makes people grow.” Oh shit! What have I done? That’s all he needed. He ripped the towel from my body and knelt down. He had one hand centered on my chest, pinning me firmly to the wall, and his other hand wrapped around my balls and the base of my erection. He popped the head of my cock in his mouth and started sucking as if his life depended on it. I mean seriously, I thought he might suck it right off my body. It was both painful and insanely pleasurable. Any attempt I made at trying to struggle was met with a firm thrust against the wall. Greg was quite adept at working my balls and shaft with his one hand; he was gently kneading my balls while also squeezing and tugging on the base of my boner. His tongue was eagerly exploring and teasing my cockhead, all while maintaining a powerful vacuum. I was so turned on by him, this muscle beast servicing my cock. I felt the moment when I gave over to the idea of making him grow even more – turning him into a massive muscle monster. I grabbed his head with both hand and started fucking his face. “Take it and grow!” I growled. Greg could tell I was on the edge, my balls started to tighten up. He let go of my shaft, released my chest, and grabbed my ass with both hands. He rammed my entire cock in his mouth – and I could feel the muscles in his throat milking the head. It was glorious. I let out a feral growl as my load spewed forth. I could feel his throat twitching as he sucked out every last drop. The growth was already starting as he pulled my cock out of his mouth and stood up. He already towered over me, but he was gaining more height, pushing closer to the ceiling. Greg quickly stripped out of everything. The first thing I noticed, because they were right in front of my eyes were his pecs, the muscles were undulating as each striation fought for space under the stretched skin. His abdominals clenched and expanded with each breath, but each time they did they expanded a bit larger – the bricks pushing a bit farther out. Greg raised his arms into a double bi pose, and as my gaze was drawn up, I noticed the massive V of his back, capped by a pair of rock hard, mountainous shoulders. Greg’s arms were massive, but as he brought his biceps into full flex, they exploded out into a pair of truly impressive peaks. “Of fuck yeah!” He growled. “Awesome.” I was star struck. Our attention was drawn down to Greg’s boner. It was easily twelve inches, and sticking straight out from his body; looking as if he was ready to spear me through the chest. Hard, massive, wrapped in veins, and leaking pre-cum. I leaned forward and gave the head a lick; savouring the pre-cum from this stud that I had created. Greg’s massive balls clenched up tight and he was immediately spewing forth a geyser of cum; it was everywhere, but mostly all over me. “Time to test out this new body. I have a feeling my workout’s going to be amazing.” He struggled to get his clothes back on. His muscle shirt clearly no longer fit his new size, it was stretched to breaking across his wide frame, and this pulled it up to expose his waist. His workout shorts were completely inadequate, they were straining at the seams, and the tightness only accentuated Greg’s massive chubby running down his right thigh. He clearly needed new clothes but who was going to criticize this massive muscle stud? I am feeling both physically and emotionally drained. This was something right out of my fantasies, but it is also a scary situation – a second person now knows what I can do. Are my worst fears coming true? Or my deepest fantasies? Chapter 10: Schoolboy Pin. I can’t believe what they did to me today. I knew Shawn was fooling around with one of his wrestling buddies. Travis used to be in Shawn’s weight category, but whereas Shawn had grown into a new weight category, Travis had hit a plateau. I’ve seen them hanging around outside of wrestling practice, and I’ve seen Travis leaving our room – only to walk into a dorm room filled with a pungent post-sex mix of sweat and cum. Apparently, Travis had hounded him about his growth and Shawn had let slip the secret. Travis was a lean and well-muscled wrestler, his light brown hair, hazel eyes and cut jaw line making him immediately attractive. He only stood at about 5’6, but his lean musculature made him look impressive. I guess that wasn’t enough, and his hunger for more brought him, and Shawn, to me. It started innocently enough. I was studying in the room when they entered. We chatted it up a bit. Then without warning, they flipped my chair over backwards and had me pinned on the floor. I struggled, but with no luck. Shawn had me in a schoolboy pin. He was sitting on my chest, his legs pinning my arms against the floor. And with his hands clamped on my forearms, I was essentially immobilized. This left Travis to take what he wanted. He was sitting on my legs, his hands kneading my growing bulge. He unzipped my jeans and worked them down to my ankles, and then hiked my briefs under my balls. My growing erection was starting to stand on end. Shawn shifted his weight, bringing his own swelling bulge closer to my face. Travis worked my balls and my shaft, slowly bringing me to full hardness. I feel embarrassed to admit that this was incredibly hot. But the idea of creating yet another muscle monster prevented me from really enjoying the experience. Travis knew what he wanted, and he sucked on my balls and licked my shaft, sending me into toe-curling bliss. He worked my hard cock slowly – sucking the head, deep throating the shaft, sticking his tongue in my piss slit – bringing me close to orgasm on a couple of occasions – but backing off in order to prolong the experience and maximize my eventual orgasm. Shawn wasn’t one to let my humiliation go to waste. “You know you’re enjoying this.” He said. “You’re going to make Travis into a wrestling machine.” He shifted his crotch closer to my face. His erection was plainly visible through his sweats, and a visible stain was forming. He saw me checking him out and shifted his weight so that he could free his hard member from its confines. From this angle, it looked ridiculously large. The purple head was engorged and glistening with pre-cum. The thick shaft was wrapped in veins – and at this proximity, I swear I could see his heart beating. Shawn leaned forward so that his hot cock brushed my lips. Fuck. My balls churned. And before I knew it, my cock was thrumming with my orgasm. Spurt after spurt. And Travis was there for the ride. His mouth was a vacuum on my rock hard cock, and he was kneading my balls for every last drop. He drank it all – the seed of his growth. How many times did I cum? Enough to move him up one weight category? Or two? Shawn was loving it – “Fuck yeah!” After what felt like an eternity, I stopped cumming. Travis took one last long suck on my still hard cock, and then stood up. His shirt was off and his pants were down around his ankles. His muscles glistened with sweat in the afternoon sun streaming through the window. I could see the growth catalyst working its way through his already lean muscled body. Was he standing taller? No. He was growing – he had to be at least 5’8 now. His already taught abdominals and serratus muscles appeared to be flexing, but without returning to their pre-flexed state. His striated pecs rippled as they added on a new layer of muscle. His rounded delts widened, adding to his already impressive V-shaped body. His biceps swelled, each one pushing out from the arm and forcing a vein to snake along the length like a drop of water cascading down his arm. The muscles in his legs rippled as they expanded with lean muscle. But I was particularly drawn to his beautiful cock and balls. His balls were tight and looked swollen with cum, easily the size of a pair of plums. His cock stood straight out from his body, the head was throbbing as if he were dry cumming, but each flex added new length and girth. It looked as if the veins were being pushed out from the inside. Apparently Shawn also found this irresistible. He stood up off of me, knelt in front of Travis and gulped down his cock. It looked as if he was struggling with Travis’s growing tool. However, they must have both found this to be too arousing, and after only a few moments, they were both cumming. Travis let out an animalistic roar, grabbed Shawn’s head, and rammed his spurting cock down Shawn’s throat. At the same time, Shawn’s own impressive member blew several huge shots all over Travis’s legs and the floor. After the orgasm subsided, Travis let go of Shawn’s head. Shawn slowly backed off his cock – the thick shaft emerging from his mouth, inch after inch after inch. Damn, it was obviously bigger – it had to be at least nine full inches, and as big around as my wrist. There would be no hiding that impressive bulge in his wrestler’s singlet. Staring directly into Travis’s still tumescent member, Shawn must have felt that Travis’s growth was impinging on his territory, because he quickly twisted around and lunged onto my still hard member – taking the entire shaft in one gulp. The surprise, combined with my arousal at watching Travis’s growth, caused me to immediately orgasm, and I shot one huge volley down Shawn’s throat. After a good hard suck, Shawn came up smiling, and I could see his traps expanding a bit more at the neck of his shirt while his delts widened ever so slightly. “Fucking awesome.” Clearly Travis was impressed with his new muscles. He kept running his hands over his body, flexing every muscle, and grabbing his swollen cock and balls. “Let’s hit the gym and see what these things can do.” Looking over at me with an evil and mischievous grin, Shawn agreed. They dressed and headed out. Feeling defeated. I got up from the floor and headed down the hall to the bathroom. This is starting to get out of hand; three people now know my secret. At the very least, I’d never be left alone. At worst, I could be kidnapped, locked up, and milked for the remainder of my sad existence. So why does all of this turn me on?
  10. Great start! I am definitely looking forward to more. Thanks!
  11. Yeah - this isn't really a "pure theft" story. Once I get this one wrapped up (and I do have an end point in mind), I have an idea for a different story that is more of a true theft story. ;-)
  12. Hello Varg! If you haven't read Xyggurat's "The Roommate" story - then you absolutely must drop everything and read that immediately. It's incredible. Plus, it will help this story here make sense - as I am using his idea (his universe) as the basis for this story. Corrigan isn't growing because he does not have a symbiote implanted, nor is he being dosed by someone else who is also "a source" like he is. When "the behemoth" dosed Corrigan - it was cum from someone who had a symbiote - and this has made his cum into a source for growth for others. But being dosed with cum from someone who has a symbiote causes the person to shrink (muscle and size) - so this is why Corrigan did experience a bit of shrinking at the start of this story. FYI - the chapter 1 opener was a quote from Bram Stoker's Dracula.
  13. My sincere apologies for the looooonnnng delay. The past several months have been truly nuts. Here is a link to chapters 1-7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1689-the-symbiote-war/ And here is chapter 8. I have chapter 10 finished, but I've been struggling with chapter 9 - but I'm working on it. Chapter 8: The Day I Had Been Dreading… What I had been dreading has finally happened. After a long day of school, working out at the gym, and studying in the library, I had returned to our room and was lying in bed surfing the web on my laptop (Ok! Ok! I’ll admit it… I was surfing for porn). I was just getting heated up when Shawn walked in. “Hey Buddy!” He exclaimed. “Hey Shawn.” I replied, hastily closing my browser’s tabs. He looked great. He was still a bit sweaty, and his muscles looked swollen – pumped full of blood. “Were you just at the gym? And weren’t you there earlier today?” “Yes. And yes. I can’t get enough. I think I might finally be getting close to your size.” “Your progress has been amazing. And those muscles look great on you.” Ogling his muscles was doing nothing to help my erection go down. Thankfully, my boner was hidden under my sheets. “Thanks. This ride is a blast – and I have you to thank for it.” He’s looking at me with a gleam in his eye, and a cute grin on his face. He’s so adorable – my balls churn just looking at him. “We should check my progress – see how I measure up against you.” As he’s saying this, he’s rummaging around his desk looking for something. “I found a measuring tape in a sewing kit. I’ve never used the kit, but the measuring tape will come in handy.” He pulls out the measuring tape. I’m already feeling nervous about where this is going. For starters, he’s probably going to expect me to climb out of bed – and then it’ll be obvious that I’ve got a bit more than a chubby in my boxers. “Corrigan, come and help me out.” I can see the small, defined bricks of his tight abdominal muscles and his obliques flexing as he’s taking his shirt off. As the shirt goes over his head, it highlights the V-shape made by his nicely developed lats – they’re small, but on his lean frame they really stand out. He drops his shirt to the floor and turns to do a most-muscular pose in the mirror. My balls churn again at the sight of his tight pecs and bulging shoulders capped with two mounded lats as he’s flexing them in the mirror. Even with his jeans still on, there is no mistaking that glorious bubble butt that he’s been developing. The jeans are tight around his glutes and bulging crotch, but loose around his waist. “Get out of bed you lazy bum! I can’t measure myself!” He’s struggling to get his jeans down past the firm globes of his ass. I might weigh a bit more than him, but that would only be because of my slight height advantage and the fact that I am not as lean as he is. His lean form really highlights his newly developed, tight muscles. I finally consent and crawl out of bed. My boner has barely gone down and it’s still tenting my boxers. Shawn sees this and gives me a grin and a wink – totally adorable – my balls churn again. Shawn’s wearing a pair of sexy white briefs. They are stretched across his firm ass and revealing the slightest hint of crack. But in the front they are struggling to contain his erection. It looks plump and full, pointing all the way toward his hip, the line of the flared head is clearly visible through the thin fabric. “Let’s start with arms.” He says as he’s handing me the tape measure. He flexes his right arm a few times and holds it up for me to measure. His bicep feels warm and hard as a rock as I wrap the tape around. “14 and a half.” He might have been a bit over fourteen and a half, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Not bad, considering just a short while ago, I didn’t have any arms to speak of. Now let’s measure you.” I hand over the tape and hold up my arm. I flex as hard as I can, attempting to make up for the fact that, unlike Shawn, it’s been several hours since I was at the gym. “Impressive. 15 inches.” I might have a bit of size on Shawn, but my arm doesn’t have the same impressive baseball shape that he’s developed. Still, I’m proud of my recent gains in the gym. “Here, help me get this around my chest.” I help him wrap the tape around his chest, and then I almost drop it as he flexes and pulls the tape out of my hands. We get it back in place, and he relaxes so that I can measure. “41 inches.” “And you.” He grabs the tape from my hand and wraps it around my chest. “42 inches. Still a bit bigger than me.” His waist is 29 inches, and mine is 31. Both our thighs measure in at 21 inches. Then we measure heights. I’m hardly five foot seven inches – clearly not the same as before, because I’m sure I used to be exactly five-seven. Shawn is just under five-six and a half – hardly a half-inch difference between our heights. No wonder I’m feeling that I’m looking straight across into his eyes – he’s gained two and a half inches of height since the semester started. What a crazy semester this has been. My mind stops wandering and I see that Shawn has hiked his briefs under his large balls and he’s got the tape measure up against his rock-hard cock. The shaft looks hard as iron, and wrapped in thick veins. He’s stroking and flexing as he holds the tape along the shaft. “Yeah! Look Corrigan! Eight inches. This is so fucking hot!” The excited smile on his face is genuine, and cute. And once again, my cock throbs and my balls churn. “Now let’s measure you.” I don’t know why, but I hesitated. We’ve slept together, and we’ve seen each other naked in our room, so this shouldn’t be an issue. But maybe it’s because I know that I’m no longer nine inches, and I don’t want to have to confront that fact with a tape measure. Or maybe I just don’t want Shawn getting so close to the fuel for surpassing me. But regardless, I hesitated and started to back off. But Shawn wasn’t going to let me do that. “Come on buddy! I know you’re packing – let’s check it out!” He’s reaching for the tent in my boxers, but I grab his arm. He grabs my other arm. And then all of a sudden, we’re serious. Shawn wants access, and I want to prevent him from getting the upper hand. He’s incredibly strong and I’m having a difficult time keeping him away. We struggle for a moment – Shawn’s getting closer. And then I manage to push him over – and we both tumble onto the floor. Shawn’s wrestling experience pays off and he manages to wind up on top. I’m on my back, holding onto one of his arms, and he’s lying on top of me holding onto my other arm. We’re struggling for several moments – neither one making any headway – an even match. But then Shawn changes strategies. With a mischievous look in his eye, and cute grin, he starts thrusting against me. I can feel his hard-on and large balls in his briefs rubbing up and down against my stomach. He even leans in and licks my neck! I’m wondering what’s going on. But it’s so hot that I almost don’t care. My boner is throbbing in my boxers – and because of the thrusting, it is now poking out of the leg. I’ve been hard for a while now, and so I’m leaking pre-cum – I can feel the slick wetness against my leg. But then Shawn’s thigh rubs against it and I can feel the wetness dissipate. And that’s when I realize what’s happening. Shawn lets out a little moan of pleasure and I can feel his grip on my arm tightening. I can feel his cock pressed against my abs hardening and stretching. His pecs are pushing against my chest as they expand with the slightest bit of extra muscle. I can’t hold back as my balls churn again and another gush of pre-cum pours forth. Shawn’s thigh is right there to soak it all up. “Oh fuck yeah.” He moans. I’m getting tired from our struggling, but Shawn’s new growth is giving him new energy. His grip on my arm is getting tighter and he’s fighting less to control me. Even my grip on his other arm is failing – I can feel the muscles in his forearm tightening and growing with new muscle. He easily breaks my grip – and now he’s got both of my arms pinned. He renews his thrusting, and I can feel my balls clenching up, ready to explode with cum. I’m trying desperately to break free, but he’s clearly stronger. And with more pre-cum leaking out, I can feel his body growing as he’s got me pinned to the floor. And then, with an air of certainty, Shawn makes eye contact – I can see the excitement – “It’s time.” He says. And that air of superiority is all it takes. My cock flexes, my balls churn, and I’m exploding with cum. The first shot comes out like a geyser. Shawn quickly repositions and gets my gushing cock in his mouth. Shot after massive shot is quickly sucked up and swallowed. I can feel his hand on my thigh digging in painfully as it grows. His other hand is wrapped around my shaft, working out every last drop of cum. He continues vacuuming until I’m completely dry, and he even makes sure to lick up the leftovers of the first shot down my thigh. Shawn stands up, and I can clearly see that he’s taller. And as I’m watching, he still seems to be stretching toward the ceiling. His muscles are clenching and tightening, and each time they flex a bit larger. His shoulders are adding an impressive width to his frame, and are topped by the mounds of his traps. I can see the V of his back widening, but keeping the narrow, tight waist. And from my angle, lying on the floor, it is easy to see the growth of his chest. Shawn is flexing his pecs – the striations of lean muscle appear to be fighting to push through his skin as they expand. Shawn then lifts his arms into a double bi pose – and baseballs of muscle explode out of his arms. Even with all of the other growth, those arms are impressive. But then we both turn our attention to Shawn’s cock and balls. His balls are so large, they are taking up all the space in his tight briefs, and this has caused his massive boner to pop out. Shawn glances around and grabs the tape measure. His cock looks to be as thick as my wrist. He gives it a few strokes, his hand barely wrapping around the thick shaft. He presses the tape along his cock – “Nine inches. More than that, it’s over nine. It feels fucking amazing.” He drops the tape measure and grabs his cock with both hands – even with both hands wrapped around the shaft, the large purple head is sticking out. Shawn starts jacking with one hand, while the other alternates between cupping his massive balls and feeling up his newly muscled pecs and abs. I’m frozen with awe – staring at the stud that my roommate has become. And then Shawn starts clenching, his muscles straining and standing out taut. His tool, already impressively swollen, appears to swell larger, and his balls clench up. And with a grunt of pure pleasure, he’s spurting forth a geyser of cum – it’s spraying everywhere. In my position, still on the floor, I’m covered in spunk. Fuck that was hot. “Ohh yuck! I’m covered.” I lied – it was a total turn on to be cum-showered by my Adonis of a roommate. “Oh god that was awesome!” Shawn had a post-orgasm, blissful-dumb grin on his face. “I feel so amazing.” “I need a shower.” I stood up. I’m definitely looking up at Shawn – he’s got to be at least 5’8 or 5’8 and a half – and his body looks solid with muscle – almost as if his whole body is a boner. He hands me the tape measure and raises a bicep. He doesn’t have to say anything, I know what he wants. I wrap the tape measure around the baseball of his bicep. “15 and a half.” “Awesome. Now, chest.” I can tell he’s wider, because I’m struggling to reach around his back and grab the tape with my other hand. We’re so close I can feel his hot breath on my neck. As I finally manage to grab the tape, I’ve leaned in so close that his boner brushes against my abs and mine swipes across his thigh – which furthers the realization that Shawn is now taller than me. “43…no, 43 and a half.” “I feel bigger.” He clenches up into a most muscular pose, and I can see the tape stretching toward 44 inches. I lower the tape to his waist. “About 29 and a half.” His tight waist stands in contrast to the shelf of his bubble butt. “Thighs… 22 and a half inches.” I can barely get this measurement, as I can’t keep my eyes off his over nine-inch tool poking well above the waist band of his tighty-whities and easily touching his belly button. “And finally, let’s check my height.” “5’8 and a half.” “That’s four and a half inches since the start of the term. This is fucking awesome.” “I think can get an hour in at the gym before they close. Gotta run. Thanks buddy!” He’s grabbing his clothes and trying to stuff his post-orgasm chubby back into his now-too-small briefs. And then he’s out the door. And I’m alone with my thoughts. What is happening to my life?
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