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    Lifting, rugby, sailing, rowing, pub quizzes, archaeology, history, and muscle watching in general.
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    Too many to choose. Danny Gets Big is one of my all time favourites. Classic growth with all the right elements. I really enjoy Londonboy's Unstoppable series also. So much strength and power.
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    Any BIG, MUSCULAR and RIPPED thing of beauty is a joy for ever.
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    I like masculine muscle and strength. So as long as one or both of those elements are featured, I am good to go.

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  1. Muscle Worshippers: Chapter 5 of 14

    Apart from being set in areas of London that I know so well, I am just finding this story very enjoyable. I like it best when I can empathise with the characters.
  2. Scottish Mentor

    I believe you're thinking of The Favor by Xythanshadow.
  3. Hulk Hunter

    Absolutely delicious, but I hope he watches out for those pesky truckers.
  4. Papa Bear

    Absolutely exquisite, as always.
  5. Would you mind if I included a subtle reference to your story in mine? They are very different stories but they could be set in the same universe. I think it would be fun to plant a subtle nod and see if anyone notices.

    1. Shade

      Shade

      I would be honoured.

    2. Jaypat

      Jaypat

      Thank you very much. I'll put it in.

    3. Shade

      Shade

      I'm really looking forward to reading it.

  6. Hunger

    Thanks, chaps. I'm pleased you enjoyed it. I've liked the mix of stories I've read so far and am keen to see what is yet to come from some of my favourite authors.
  7. The Rider

    Belated Happy Birthday to you, Richard. I really enjoyed this. What an interesting concept! And, as always, executed brilliantly.
  8. Hunger

    Here is my offering for the Storiversary event. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to expand it as much as I would have liked. Also it's in a genre that I've never tried before, and is perhaps a bit darker than I've written in the past, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Hunger Abe took the cigarette between his fingers and put it to his lips. He inhaled deep, savored it, and then let out the smoke into the cabin of his truck in one long, slow breath. Then he sighed. He was so hungry. As he drove along the interstate toward Texas, all he could see was miles and miles of flat empty scrubland and desert, along with the occasional tumbleweed rolling around to remind him just how empty this flat land was. It reminded him a little of his home of long ago, at least what he remembered in the furthest memories he could dredge up from the recesses of his mind. That was a long time ago, and a time best left long forgotten. One thing he couldn’t forget about, or escape, was the hot glare of the sun. Its hot light glared into the cabin of the truck and Abe pulled his dirty, battered Make America Great Again cap down a little further until the brightness didn’t shine so fiercely against the glass of his faded old shades. Everything felt old to Abe. Old, tired, and worn out. No, he couldn’t forget about the sun. And another one of those things you could never forget about was the road. The road and the sun. The sun and the road. And exhaustion. And it was flat country. So very flat. Worst of all, nothing distracted him. Not the sun. Not the road. Not his own sense of being tired. Nothing ever distracted from his hunger. He could feel that hunger gnawing inside him, like it might claw its way out, scratching through his very skin for release. He shuddered and took another puff, ashes falling off the tip and onto the lap of his faded Levi’s jeans. His hand reached down absent mindedly to an empty packet of potato chips, but all his fingers found was air. With a distracted sigh, he pushed the packet off the seat and onto the passenger side floor, where it added itself to a pile of other empty fast food wrappings and containers. He sighed again and took a last drag off the cigarette. It was down to the very end of the butt, and he lowered his window and flicked it out the window. Not really because it bothered him, or that he had nowhere to put it in the cab, but because the action gave him something to do. At least the cigarettes helped him feel less hungry. For a little bit of time. He lit another cigarette up and noticed the passing sign that let him know it was only a little over another thirty miles to the next truck stop. * * * Thirty minutes later, give or take, he pulled into a service station near the interstate highway that catered to truckers. He spent a few moments getting the big rig ready for refueling, and after it was sorted, headed over to a little diner to see about some grub. At least the place was clean and relatively decent. A few folks travelling and some other truckers were in the place, grabbing a bite to eat. Abe nodded at a couple of the other truckers he saw, especially a couple of the guys he’d seen around before. On his way to the toilet, he paused in front of a mirror and almost didn’t recognize himself. Who was this man looking back at him, like the very specter of death? Hair grey and straggly, hanging limp under his hat, without any body. A faded t-shirt, that might once have been white, covered his spindly ribs, partially hidden by an old button down shirt of a non-descript and very faded variety of plaid. The garments hung limply on his body, like his hair. Abe thought a person could be forgiven for thinking that he looked sort of like a corpse might a few days after dying. He was that sallow and pale. Well, fuck it he thought. What did they know? These people had no idea. And, he chuckled to himself, when was the last time any of those skinny fucks did a three-day cross country stretch in a rig? Still it wasn’t right, thought Abe. How had his life come to this? Once he’d been young. His heart had felt young. Now, inexplicably, he found himself hauling shit for fat cats. Not even caring what it was. He’d gone from living. And, oh had he lived. To subsisting. He was surviving…barely. And that was it. Maybe it was no longer worth it. Maybe it was time to give it all up. He slumped into his seat in the booth of the restaurant, skinny legs splayed across it. A pretty waitress hurried by him. “Got any coffee?” he asked after her. “No problem, sugar,” she said, turning. Abe could tell she was trying to be cheerful, but she was just like everyone else, tired and hungry, and busy. “Do you want milk or sugar?” she called out. He shook his head no, and she didn’t really wait for an answer anyway. Taking his silence for her answer. She moved to the counter. Grabbing plates, pouring his coffee. His eyes looked her over. Abe guessed she was in her early or late twenties. Definitely older than high school. If he had been feeling more like himself, he’d have wanted to fuck her. Men wanted to fuck, right? Wanted to feel his thick meat widening her hole. But all he could think now was that he could use the coffee. And she would be used up. Old before her time working here. Things weren’t looking up for anyone, were they? Or maybe they were. He turned to look out the window and saw a vehicle pull up. Dust was flying. But through the haze he saw an old Chevy truck. A couple of good old boys got out. Hooting and hollering and generally proud of the fact that they were young, strong, and fully dominant and in control of their world. However small that world might be. Young alphas. His favorite kind. Abe's interest had peaked up immediately and he felt rather than saw the pretty waitress set the cup of coffee down in front of him. “Anything else?” she asked him. He turned to look up into her eyes. Holly was her name, he saw, from her name tag. And Holly had surely seen a lot. He could read that his face didn’t shock her. No, she was not shocked. Nor was she even surprised by serving yet another cup of coffee to yet another ugly, old trucker. Even one as ugly and old as Abe clearly was, faded and as sickly looking as a terminal cancer patient. In her eyes though he could read the subtle reflection of her gaze, and he knew she felt nothing for him as she returned his gaze, nothing but pity or revulsion, or maybe a mixture of both. That’s when he thought about fucking her again. Must be the presence of the young stallions that had got his old juices flowing. Any moment between Abe and Holly was not to be though. Outside one of the young bulls let out a holler and the woman’s eyes were drawn upwards to the source of the noise. Abe could see everything about her change as her eyes drunk in the sight of those men with a pang of hunger he knew all too well himself. Her face flushed slightly, her breasts swelled a little in her old uniform, and she put her hand to her throat without thinking. “Nope,” he said. “That’ll do, thanks.” It had all been so sudden. “What?” she replied, looking down at him again. “I said, I’m okay.” Holly glanced outside one last time and then she managed to smile at Abe. The smile was at Abe, but it wasn’t for Abe. He knew it. He wasn’t fooled. “Well you just give me a shout if you need anything.” “Oh, I will.” She wandered away, a new swing in her step. Abe just chuckled. Oh, to make the girls swoon like that. It was one of the few things that was worth this timeless existence of his. There had never been anything else like the thought of a pretty lady who you knew was getting wet just for you. Abe noticed that the young men had wandered off. He almost went after them right then and there, but he was tired and needed to conserve what strength he had. And if time had taught him anything, it was the value of patience. Patience and time. But also the lessons of tiredness and hunger. And no matter what Abe’s world just kept turning. * * * Abe finished up his coffee rather idly, noticing that the young men’s truck remained where it was, wherever they’d gotten to. About fifteen minutes later he pulled a large bill out of his wallet to cover the cost of the coffee and to leave a very valuable tip for the waitress. He was curious where the two men had gotten to. And he needed stuff anyway. Across the lot was a convenience store, and he walked over. It was breezy and blowing up dust, and Abe wondered if there was so little left of him that he might just blow away too. He pushed the door open and heard the chime of a bell. There was mocking male laughter from the aisles, and a skinny kid behind the counter tending to the cash register. He looked like he might have still been in high school. Or maybe just out of it. Hell, he could’ve been anywhere from fifteen to twenty-five for all Abe knew. All these kids looked the same to him. Little more than children. The kid’s eyes acknowledged Abe as he walked up to the counter. “Gimme a pack of the Marlboroughs and a fifth of Jack.” The kid turned to grab the bottle off the shelf behind him when Abe felt a hand on his shoulder. “We were here first, old man.” The cashier set the bottle down on the counter. Abe didn’t need to turn around, but he shuddered. “Yeah?” breathed in Abe. The scent of testosterone was strong. “Yeah,” replied one of the guys from the Chevy. “Isn’t that right, Nick?” Abe finally turned around, or was turned around. He wasn’t really sure. The other man came up and took the bottle of Jack, flipping it and catching it. “Yep,” said the man who was presumably named Nick. Abe was not disappointed in either man, upon closer inspection. Nick must have been six foot five in his bare feet. And he had the width of a fucking college linebacker. The other dude was almost as big, and the hand upon Abe’s person was thick and solid. Connected to a muscular forearm, and a very impressive bicep and triceps, which were flexing involuntarily. Abe could feel his strength all the way through those fingers to the beat of his solid heart. Both of the men wore what would have been called a stringer top. A muscle shirt. It left little to the imagination, and was arguably worn more for the sake of saying their upper bodies were covered. “I don’t want trouble, guys.” Abe stuttered, feeling the man’s grip on him. “Just grabbing some smokes.” “Well you better wait in line, old man,” Nick told him. “We got things to do.” He gave the other dude a knowing wink. Abe put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “No problem. I’ll just go use the john.” Abe started to back away, and the two behemoths turned to the cashier. The one called Nick reached across the counter and pulled the skinny kid halfway across it. They were making fun of the young kid behind the counter, but Abe wasn’t paying attention to what they had to say. He was savoring the power radiating from them. With his earlier observations, he knew the toilets were near the end of the row, and he headed for the door. But not before getting some of his own back. “Fucking pussies!” he yelled to them. He took a deep breath, but his hand on the door, and went inside the bathroom. He knew he’d been loud enough to be heard. “What did he say?” Nick’s friend asked him. Nick only saw red. “Old fucker,” he snarled. “Time to teach that old bastard a lesson in manners!” It only took a moment. Abe was inside the bathroom, skipping past a stall and heading for the urinal. The overhead light was partly out, and the one bulb there was left was flickering, leaving the room dark and foreboding. Abe just had time to unzip his fly in front of the urinal when the door slammed open and the bright light from outside flooded into the room, momentarily blinding Abe. But the light was quickly eclipsed by Nick’s big frame filling the doorway, and plunging the room back into darkness. It was his chance. “You faggots or what?” asked Abe. “Come to watch an old man take a piss?” That was the proverbial straw and camel. “God damn truckers!” roared Nick, as he swiftly walked up to Abe, picked him up by the throat and landing a sharp right with all his power into Abe’s stomach. He dropped him to the ground as Abe crumpled and lay still. “I HATE TRUCKERS!” Nick was raging, but his big buddy, right behind him, pulled him back. “Dude!” said the big dude. “Stop! Did you kill him?” “Who the fuck cares? He’s not the first trucker we’ve handled.” “No, but….” They looked down as they heard a groan. Abe was moving. Nick broke free and kicked him in the stomach again. But this time, although Abe moaned in pain, he got up. Like a fighter who’s been knocked down, but who isn’t ready to give up the fight. “I’d stop doing that if I were you.” Abe picked himself up. The two bros couldn’t quite believe that any man, especially one as skinny as Abe was just dusting himself off like he’d tripped and fallen over. “What the fuck?” asked the big dude. Nick wasn’t having it though. He balled up his fist and let swing at Abe’s head. Abe grabbed his fist. Faster than Nick could have thought possible. “I want to thank you gentlemen for this. I really do.” Abe chuckled, holding Nick’s fist firmly in his fingers. “Gotta admit I was feeling down this morning.” Abe squeezed and Nick screamed. “But you boys have restored my faith in humanity!” The lightbulb flickered again. Almost going out. If Nick hadn’t been in so much pain, he might have started to fear from the look in Abe’s eyes. Those very particular looking eyes. His friend, however, was only concerned about saving Nick. He reached out to pry away Abe’s fist, and was surprised to feel himself caught within Abe’s cold, unyielding fingers. Even more surprise to feel his feet leave the floor. And as the lightbulb sputtered and died, as the feeling of being emptied began to overwhelm him, he looked into Abe’s eyes. The last thing he would ever see was that face that was looking back at him. It was the face that didn’t look at all like an old trucker…. * * * Matt was actually a lot older than he looked. It had now been several years since he was a senior in high school. He’d been born the runt of a litter that included his brother Nick. The very same Nick who’d just gone into the bathroom after that old trucker. Unlike Matt, Nick was the son who could do no wrong. Football hero; golden boy. Everything their father wished he could have been himself at that age. Matt knew Nick had a temper. It had very much become a part of his existence these many years. Even though Nick was his kid brother. And Nick enjoyed coming down here with his football buddies to give Matt a tough time and get free beer from the store. Well, free in the sense that Matt ended paying for it out of his own wages. He used to have dreams that Nick would die in a fiery car crash, or at least get maimed. He held out hope that his younger brother might start to let himself go, especially once his football glory days were behind him. As all the former school football stars seemed to do around these parts. But his brother seemed determined to not only keep his high school level of fitness, but to improve upon it. He’d started juicing a couple years ago when he’d started high school and been steadily putting on mass ever since until he was the biggest man in three counties. And he was huge! It was very disheartening, because Matt didn’t have any inclination towards the gym. And he knew that Nick would always be the bigger of the two. The old man had been asking for it, but Matt wanted to warn him nonetheless to run. He’d seen his brother take down big men with ease. The old dude didn’t stand a chance. When the screaming began he knew he should call the police, but he was really afraid of what Nick might do to him if the cops were called. Especially if Nick didn’t leave much left. Matt had just put his hand to the phone receiver, but withdrew it again quickly as the bathroom door opened. His jaw dropped as he watched a shirtless man walk out of the toilets. The man looked to be about twenty, flush and golden, and he was tall and thick as fuck. As he walked he was struggling to pull on a pair of jeans that looked like they were painted on his quads. His ass, like a shelf, was preventing them from being buttoned up. Giving up, the dude just zipped them up as far as he could and pulled tightly on a belt buckle to keep them from falling off. He just left the top button undone. A dusting of hair swept over pecs stretched wide and thick, bunching up and standing out further than Jenny Murray’s tits. And those were some big tits, thought Matt. Underneath was a brick like wall of abdominal muscles, which, along with his intercostals, danced while he pulled a muscle shirt on over his head. With a start, Matt realized it was his brother Nick’s shirt. On Nick it had fit well, emphasizing every roided muscle, and giving an opportunity to ogle the thick pecs underneath. But on this dude it was stretched across tightly and making Nick’s pecs look like those of a pre-teen child. He walked, no Matt corrected himself, the dude swaggered over to the counter. “I’ll take that pack of cigarettes now. And don’t forget the Jack.” His voice was deep like the ocean and his eyes were as dark. Matt was straight, or at least he thought so, but he could feel himself boning as he watched this man. The dude took the proffered packet of cigarettes and took out a smoke, lighting it with one of the lighters available for sale in a bowl next to the counter. “You can’t smoke in here,” Matt tried to say, remembering too late the rules. The massive dude just looked at him. Matt thought, how the fuck am I even gonna stop him? He decided to shut his mouth instead, before he got himself into trouble. As the man exhaled out a satisfying puff of blue smoke in Matt’s face, he picked up the Jack, opened it and took a long pull. Matt gazed at this god, realizing he was looking up. Way up. This dude must be the same guy as that old man. That was the only logic he could summon. But what the fuck was going on? And where was his brother? “H-h-how?” was all Matt could manage to stammer. “Believe me kid, you don’t want to know.” “Yeah. Yes. I really do.” Matt had felt his terror turn to surprise, and then interest, and then greed. With a power like that. Fuck, he could be king of the town. Just then the man snatched him from behind the counter and hauled him over it and up into the air. “No, man. No, you really don’t.” Matt could feel it. Something tugging at him. Like he was being drained. “Okay, man! Okay! Okay! I’m sorry. Please put me down.” To his surprise the man put him down gently and he backed speedily away. The man hauled a wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a couple large bills, laying them on the counter. “Thanks for a good time,” he told Matt grinning. “Sorry about the mess.” He pulled a red baseball cap out of his back pocket and put it on over his wavy, chestnut locks. He was rocking it like some kind of model. A fucking huge model. Seriously, what the fuck had just happened? As he walked out the door, Matt turned and went to look in the bathroom. The light was flickering again as it always did and on the floor, in a messy pile, were a couple pairs of jeans, shoes, and some shirts lying there. There was no sign of Nick or his friend Jeff. Just a lot of dust. Then Matt smiled. * * * Holly wished she worked anywhere but here. But jobs for a former Prom Queen with no college education were hard to come by, you know? At least most of the dudes who came through here were okay. And they tended to tip her well enough to get by. Some, like that trucker this morning, even left big tips if she smiled and flashed some cleavage at them. That old man was probably just sick, or had just won a lottery scratch ticket or something, cause why would he be giving out hundred dollar tips like that? Still even as she thought about the money, a chill ran down her spine. That man had been seriously creepy. He looked at her like he could see right through her. If she hadn’t seen that cute Nick Sargent out the window, she might have felt like she’d been captured forever in that trucker’s eyes. Damn, Nick. Why did she have to think of him? He was suck a prick. But such a hot prick. And a hot dick. Yeah, she’d let him fuck her. Which girl hadn’t? Even though he was still underage. And, yes, he’d ruined her for other men. Holly could only wish the fucker got what was coming to him. Even if she would have fucked him again in a heartbeat. “Hey, didn’t I see you here this morning?” Holly was just picking up the trucker’s empty coffee cup and putting it on her tray, while giving the table a wipe down. But that voice was electric and commanding. She turned to look, and almost dropped the tray, all thoughts of Nick vanishing. Shit! Dudes like this didn’t come to this restaurant in West Nowhere, Loserville, USA. But here he was. This was a man. No, a MAN. Standing there, looking like an avenging angel, and she felt herself get so red she thought she might ignite. Because this man was all man. One look at the bulge confirmed that. Holly knew without seeing more, that if that bulge was real, he’d make Nick feel small forever afterwards. “I said, didn’t I see you here?” Still no response. “You all right, girl?” Holly nodded yes, then no, then yes again. “Sorry,” she finally said, flustered. “I mean, yes I’m fine. And no, I’m pretty sure we’ve never met before.” “That’s a shame.” He was oozing sex appeal and kinda leaning against the counter in a way that emphasized everything he had on offer. “You know I was just passing through and wanted a bite to eat.” “Uh…sure…let me grab a menu.” She turned around and felt him coming up behind her. Felt his hand on her ass. Her first instinct was to slap his face, but then he whispered in her ear, the scent of him overwhelming her, “Are you one the menu?” And she just melted. She was his. * * * Abe felt himself cumming again. Fuck those two bros had been filled with spunk. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blown his wad this much, or this often. And Holly was tight, or she had been before she’d take a cock as big as Abe’s was now, as Nick’s and Jeff’s put together. Holly screamed and screamed, her pussy contracting out orgasm after orgasm, until finally a few moments ago she’d passed out, overcome with the power pumping into her. As he rolled off her, Abe felt his cock still hard, cum dripping off the end and onto his abs. He took a deep breath. There had been so much power in those two boys, and for this day and night he’d felt the hunger was at bay. He reached over and lit up another cigarette, lazily patting Holly’s ass next to him. He liked his women with a little meat, and Holly didn’t displease him at all. His cell phone chirped at him and he picked it up and looked at the screen. A, it’s B. Where u at? Near Texas, he slowly typed his reply with one finger. How long until you can get to the Spot? Abe raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t very often these days that Buddy had anything urgent. Of course now there were cell phones everything seemed urgent. Five hours or so? Good, we’ll be waiting. We? It really was something special then. Abe turned back to Holly. She looked so long and good, and he’d have liked to fuck her again. But there were other waitresses out there. And Holly wasn’t that special. If Buddy had something worth contacting him over, then it was important. He got up off the bed and went to take a shower. * * * Five or six hours later he was in his cab again, wearing the same clothes that he’d been wearing since he stole them from the wonder bros he’d dusted. Already he could feel that they were starting to feel looser. And he knew his super dick wouldn’t have filled Holly tonight as much as it did last night. Such was the curse. This was the perpetual torment and the hunger. Never feeling full. Never feeling satisfied. Never big enough. Never able to keep it. Buddy and he had picked out a rendezvous spot a long way back when they’d started trucking in this country years ago. In those days they’d used the newspaper or phone to signal each other, but with cell phones they could travel further and still remain easily in touch. Crisscrossing the continent as they did, it was important to have a home base. It was way off the interstate, but his rig could handle the back roads. And as he pulled up he could see two other rigs already there. Buddy’s and Clyde’s. To anyone who happened to wander upon them, it just looked like three truckers out on the road, meeting up in an empty lot far away from civilization in an old town that had long ago lost the last of its inhabitants. Of course, no one knew that the three of them had bought up all the land for miles around years ago. Every old derelict building was empty. Except for the odd drifter. And one could deal with those easily enough. Except they weren’t alone this time. Abe could feel someone, something else besides Buddy and Clyde. Something he’d never encountered before. Next door was an old warehouse and Abe went inside. Far in the center, Buddy and Clyde were standing around drinking a six pack of Budweiser and laughing. “Fuck!” hollered Buddy, catching sight of him. “Took you long enough, man!” Abe caught the beer Clyde tossed to him and walked up to give each man a handshake. “Looks like you’ve fed recently,” Clyde observed wistfully. He was looking not far off the state Abe himself had been in a few hours ago. Buddy wasn’t though. He looked flush with muscle. Too flush, Abe thought. Bigger than Abe in fact. And that was unusual. What the hell was going on? “So what’s the rush? Don’t tell me you wanted to look at his ugly mug.” Abe indicated Clyde with his eyes. But Buddy just laughed. “Naw, man,” he moved closer, his tone hushed and conspiratorial. “I got some good shit.” Then he paused for second and added, hitting Abe on the shoulder hard enough to hurt, “Although it looks like you’ve had some good shit. When I met you in Sacramento a few weeks back you were looking like Clyde here.” “Yeah,” Abe told them. “I had two Grade A, farm fresh American boys. Finger licking good. But I have to admit I wasted some of it on a waitress.” Clyde snickered. “You always had a soft spot for the ladies.” “I wouldn’t call it a soft spot!” Buddy interjected, and they all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. But Abe didn’t find it funny at all. And he didn’t trust Buddy or Clyde. They had known each other for an eternity, and when you are like the three of them, such people become your friends simply because the lot of you have outlasted everyone else and you cling to each other to avoid falling into the abyss. Abe knew the relationship between the three of them was like that. There was no genuine affection. Only survival. They simply had grown to need one another so much there was nothing else. “Imagine still caring about pussy after all this time,” Clyde said, just shaking his head. “You just need to feed, man” Abe knew this was the truth, despite Clyde’s protestations. “As soon as you get that young juice flowing in your balls again, all you’ll be able to do is think of getting off.” Clyde nodded. They all knew it was true. It was the only time any of the three felt alive. “That’s about to change, men.” “Why?” asked Clyde. “Yeah,” added Abe. “What is so special about this mark? What have you found?” “Wanna see?” Buddy was like a kid, dying to share his secret. He was almost jumping and rubbing his hands together he was so excited. “Sure!” “Yeah, man!” “C’mon!” Abe and Clyde followed Buddy out of the warehouse and round to the back of his big semi. The trailer was looking the worse for wear and Abe noticed some dents. That wasn’t like Buddy, he thought. He took care of his things. Buddy opened the back of the door and the other two peered into the dim light. A shirtless man sat there with a rope tied around his arms and torso. “Is that it?” groaned Clyde, clearly disappointed. Abe had to agree. This dude was rail thin, and looked almost as worse for wear as old Clyde did standing next to him. He’d hardly make a muscle, let alone manage to be their savior. Then Abe noticed something unusual with a shimmer that caught his eye. “Is that an Inanna rope?” wondered Abe, realizing immediately he’d said it out loud without intending to. “Yep!” “Where did you find it?” “Never mind. I’ve had it for a while. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” “By Anu, Enki, and Enlil, who is that?” Abe was staring, open mouthed. You don’t really need to use an unbreakable rope for anyone other than a god. “The most amazing mark I’ve ever found. A drifter I ran into, and someone who will feed us until the end of time.” Abe looked at him. There was a light in Buddy’s eyes like he’d never seen before. Clyde looked confused. But Abe was at least curious. Buddy wouldn’t have called them here for nothing. This was no deception. Using his newfound strength, he pulled himself up into the trailer and walked over to the man. He put his big paw on the man’s forehead, and he pushed his head back to take a closer look into his green eyes. Abe could read a lot from a person’s eyes. “Don’t….” the man could barely speak “…make...me…angry….” Still Abe saw nothing. But there was a heat building. A sense of power. “…you…won’t…like…me…when…I’m…angry….” “Fuck!” Abe withdrew his hand like he’d been burned by something hot. “You captured a Hulk!” Buddy started to laugh. Clyde still looked confused. The power had started to build. Even Clyde could feel that. The man’s skin began to swell. He grunted, thickening inside the restraint of the rope. But as he started to grow, it quickly stopped. The man slumped forward, like he’d already been drained or prevented from growing. Then he fell on his face and passed out in silence. An Inanna rope could do many things. Apparently, it could halt his transformation. All three stood there for a moment, regarding their prisoner. “So,” enquired Abe, “you have clearly had a taste?” He turned to face Buddy. “Maybe a little.” Abe looked at Buddy again. I mean really close. There was something different about him. “How do you know it was wise? Surely whatever makes him like he is could be fatal to us?” “Well I’m all right. I’ve been feeding a small amount off him for days. I almost feel alive again.” Now that had both Abe’s and Clyde’s full attention. “His life force is incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” Abe noticed that Buddy’s American accent was slipping. An older pattern coming into his speech. “I want to try.” Abe could feel his hunger building, overcoming his initial shock and surprise. “Be my guest. There’s plenty!” Buddy always was a fool, thought Abe. Abe approached the man again. He pulled him up gently at first, with one hand steadying him, and with the other pushing his chin. “Wakey! Wakey!” He slapped the man across the face. The drifter’s eyes opened slowly. And then his pupils dilated as he realized it hadn’t all been a bad dream. “So what happens when you’re angry?” “Make me angry and find out!” the drifter snarled. Abe was still swole with slabs of muscle on his frame and the drifter was slight of build, almost a stick. He shook him, rattling him. “Undo these ropes and then I’ll really show you,” the drifter begged him. Abe’s hand had unknotted the rope before Buddy could even holler his alarm. The drifter’s eyes began to change, becoming very green, and Abe felt the explosion of power inside the man’s muscles. More than he’d ever felt in anything before. He was overwhelmed, giddy, and couldn’t even take it in at first. Before he knew it the drifter had grabbed him with a crushing power. Abe thought, for the first time, he might have made a mistake. Against him the drifter, already shirtless, swelled, his muscle rapidly inflating like a balloon. But it wasn’t a balloon, and it was anything but soft or pliable. The fibers were hard and thick and the power behind them hit Abe like a hit of narcotics. He couldn’t absorb it and the drifter was now snarling, and his skin began to change color. The arms, thickening, had become corded with muscle. Abe felt himself rising in the air as this creature grew taller, pulled up to a new height. His skin was fully green. The beast with Abe now in one of its massive hands, leapt up in the air, propelled by its mighty leg muscles, tearing open the roof of the trailer like it was tissue paper. Abe felt himself being carried through air, soaring like a bird, as they slammed down far from the rigs and far from the warehouse. “HULK SMASH!” It flung Abe across the field. He shook the dizziness out of his head, as he picked himself up and stared at the massive beast before him. Its eyes weren’t sane and an inner rage fueled its power and strength. It was also continuing to swell. “I had no idea…” Abe muttered. He regarded the beast as once had the gods of old. The creature must have now been over eight feet tall and well over a ton of heaving, dangerous, green muscle. Then Abe laughed. “Do you think I fear this?” He gestured at the Hulk with contempt, as the warrior instincts rose inside him. “You are nothing! I fought battles with angels and demons of the old world when your ancestors were still playing with stone and sticks, you stupid beast!” The creature growled, enraged, as whatever shred of its humanity left still understood the insult being hurled at it. Abe rushed forward. So did the creature. The Hulk, however, was not quite prepared for Abe either. He may have been caught off guard, but Abe had his own power. So recently used against those two young men only hours ago. Despite being the weaker, and by far the smaller of the two, Abe managed to grab and hold onto the beast. Opening himself fully to the gamma power that was fueled and augmented by the adrenaline flowing through the two of them. They rolled over and the creature soon realized that this little one was like the other one had been. There was danger to the Hulk and that is when the Hulk tried to run. Too little, too late though. Abe held onto the bigger beast and felt himself feeding off its near limitless power. At least there was so much. As it filled Abe’s body, he felt the already tight clothes he was wearing start to give. First the shoes as his feet grew, the soles coming undone and his toes tearing through rubber and leather to free themselves. The power ran up his already large calves and quads, hamstrings engorging, as the jeans on his legs shredded, filled with gamma muscle power. The beast was powering him like a battery as he held on. But the beast was growing too. Its power exploding out so fast that even Abe could not drain it quickly enough. As the gamma energy reached his cock, Abe felt it thicken and force the metal of his zipper apart. The jeans already were undone, but the belt around his waist snapped as the metal of the buckle was pulled apart, and then the awesome rush ran straight up the back of his spine to his head. Abe’s pecs exploded like a supernova, abs expanding, but also tightening, and becoming a dense impenetrable substance under his skin. As he lay on the ground, the beast in his arms, which grew from pythons to might cables, thicker than trees, his back expanded, lats pushing into the dirt and forcing it to move and give way. The beast was lifted in the air, and Abe’s neck and shoulders, ever thickening, ever widening, made his neck disappear into the wall of muscle beneath the entrapped Hulk. Still the beast roared, but so now did Abe. “FREE HULK! PUNY MAN!” But Abe was no longer puny. The feeling was incredible. It was like the beast had no end to its well of energy, a limitless supply and Abe didn’t know how long he could drink, but he intended to tap this keg as ride a bitch as hard as he could. The Hulk had torn through its own trousers and the two giant, naked beasts, one green and one white rolled around, caked in dirt, struggling for dominance. Abe felt the creature wrap its mighty wheels around him, power trying to crush him, but only allowing him to draw more, as he felt himself push under its balls, as its thick cock wedged inside the valley of Abe’s abs. His cock now tore into the beast. He was massive and the beast surrendered fully to him. It really had no choice. Abe could feel its own power slow, although whether that was because it was being drained or because it simply was no longer angry, there was no way of knowing. Abe knew that he would not stop. Buddy and Clyde ran into the clearing finally, taking in the scene before them. Abe, or what had been Abe, was on the ground with a massive green man, now smaller even than the thing that had been Abe, still feeding Abe’s growth, bounced up and down on Abe’s cock. “Save some for us!” screamed Clyde, rushing forward. Whether Abe cared, or was unable to hear, was a mystery. He was fully in thrall, absorbing power. As Buddy and Clyde grabbed onto the creature, then felt its power fill them too. Buddy, already big, was the first to explode out of his clothes. He leaned his head back and moaned, his own body receiving the gamma power, or what was left of it. Clyde late to the party as usual and already starving licked at the scraps on the table as he too exploded, his shirt ripped apart as it tore up the back to make way for his expanding lats. In both cases their cocks and balls were no match for their trousers, and neither were their expanding asses as the two grew, shedding their clothes as Abe and the Hulk had. The battery started to fail even as Abe finally felt himself back coming around to full cognizance. It was probably because there was so little power left in the beast to divide between the three and the monster was now shrinking, although it too was in a sense of ecstasy. He realized very quickly that they were in a dangerous situation. The lifeforce in the beast was fading fast. Soon it would be dust on the wind. The green faded from its skin and the beast shrank smaller and smaller until its muscles, that is to say the drifter’s muscles, were no bigger than those of a junior bodybuilder. Abe knew that he should have the presence of mind to act. He should hurl the drifter away from himself before he came, breaking the contact with the other two. But he couldn’t. Or he didn’t have the willpower. Or maybe he just wanted it all too much. He felt it slipping into him. Felt that core of power that had belonged to the drifter sliding down into his cock, as the drifter collapsed and broke apart, his body drying to dust and as Abe thrust smashed apart. Even as he enjoyed this moment. He felt Buddy and Clyde pulling at him. Trying to take what was his. He snarled. Every molecule of his being fought back against them. Abe grabbed onto Clyde, now much larger, and pulled him on his cock where the Hulk had been moments before. Buddy too he pulled tightly into his embrace. With so much power now greater than the others, he held them all tight. Feeling them fight against him. Buddy and Clyde dazed, and now angry, continued their inevitable climactic build up. They were all suddenly, unexpectedly in a fight to the death. Clyde was on Abe. He tried to pull Abe’s power into himself. Abe resisted the pull into Clyde. And Buddy connected to both, sucking in what he could, anything to absorb any of the excess energy. It was not enough and Clyde, already so much weaker, collapsed into Abe as with a howl borne of centuries he broke apart in the wind and ceased to exist. His energy swirled around both Abe and Buddy as both sought to claim it. Buddy now tried to pull away, taking what he could from the Hulk and Clyde, but he too couldn’t resist Abe’s new gravity. Nor could Abe let him go, for he had betrayed the two unintentionally. And it was every bit a betrayal. Buddy was now his enemy. He had to die. “What have you done?” whispered Buddy with his last breath as he could no longer resist Abe’s overwhelming force. Soon he too had ceased to exist and expanded into the swirling cloud of energy around Abe. The power was awesome. Abe stood up. He flexed his arms, a massive two tons of weight, and gamma power filled him. He triumphantly pulled all the remaining power into his own body. The dust, no longer held by anything, simply blew away in the breeze and Abe came. Massive shots of white, hot power flowing from his cock across the empty field. He stood for a minute, holding his flex. Muscles capable of total destruction and absolute strength. And then felt the weight of years upon him. He almost gave up then. Almost. What he hadn’t expected was the gift he had just received from the drifter. For the first time since it all began he was no longer dead, but very much alive and pulsing with power. Now he had a decision to make. Now he could at last become what he’d always been meant to be. What have I done? He thought, echoing Buddy’s sentiments. As his cock pulsed with power. He knew his answer and he roared his response to the universe. “Who the fuck cares?” The End
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    I would suggest you leave them without a label. It's kind of fun not to know what you're gonna get for a change. Caveat emptor!
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    Hailmar, don't worry about others. Write what you want to write. If people read it great, if not you've still written something you'd enjoy.
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    There is a special place in hell set aside for writers who haven't finished their stories. I'm pretty sure I'll have my place reserved there, hopefully near George RR Martin.
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