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Brad awakens in the middle of the street of some town he has never been to before. He quickly rushes to the side of the road and sits on the curb anxiously wondering what the hell happened the night before. The man he saw change into a wolf must have dropped him off here for some reason. He quickly remembers that he was looking for Wade and gets up to compose himself. There are people walking around him and don’t seem to care that he is a bit out of sorts. He is also wearing clothes that aren’t his which makes him a bit uncomfortable. He turns to look inside the shop window from where he was laying before. There are two men standing there looking back at him which makes him wonder if they are friendly or not. He eventually decides to go inside the door to talk to them. One of them slowly moves to the back while the other one remains standing. He is a fairly small man, but he is dressed quite well in a white dress shirt and brown blazer and has on brown pants and brown boots. He has a well-kempt beard and brown eyes. Brad notices a scar along his neck and figures that this man is probably a were animal of some sort like Wade and that man from last night. ‘So…..do you have any idea how I got here today? I don’t remember anything from last night on.’ The man continues to stand silently staring at his baggy clothes. Before long, the man gestures for him to go to the back where the other man went. Brad nods and follows him to where the other man is. This man is a lot bigger and could pass for an animal in his own right. His huge back is all Brad sees until he turns around. His thick chest and gut glisten in the lights as Brad stares at the mountain of fur running from his legs up to his face. The man motions for him to sit down in a chair located by the bathrooms. Both men stand in front of him as they look at each other. The large one is wearing shorts that hug his giant quads as his package nearly hangs down. Brad can nearly see the man’s fat rod peeking from underneath. The man adjusts his cock as he realizes what the disoriented man is doing. He reaches down and pulls Brad’s baggy shirt off and sees the marks on his neck. Both men smile and shake their heads. ‘Yeah we can smell it in you. Hank here senses some bear flowing through you while I can sense the wolf.’ ‘Uhh okay? So you are both telling me that I have bear and wolf DNA inside me? Oh gawd!’ ‘You were obviously left in front of our doorstep for a reason man. Whoever it was knew that we would figure it out quickly. Me and Hank are converts too of different species. You however are a mixture of both.’ ‘So what do I do now? I am searching for a man…..his name is Wade. I really want to know what happened to him as well as what has happened to me.’ The two men grab chairs and sit down in front of Brad. The smaller one puts his hand out and wants Brad to do the same. Brad does and the man puts his in his. ‘Do you feel it man? We both have it flowing inside us. Yours may have a conflict with the other beast residing inside you. Let me have Hank grab your other hand.’ Hank reaches out and takes Brad’s other hand and clasps it. Brad feels extremely sick as both men close their eyes and focus their energy on Brad’s. He tries to let go of Hank’s hand, but he resists. He does manage to let go of the other man’s which makes him gasp for breath. Hank continues to focus on to Brad’s inner beast which makes him writhe in pain. The other man grabs a hold of Hank’s arm and pulls the two hands apart. The agonizing pain stops as Brad drips in perspiration. Hank laughs a little and leans over to lick the sweat off Brad’s chest. He moans a bit as Brad tries to get away from him. The other man tells him to stop terrorizing Brad because he isn’t ready yet. ‘Boys relax. I’m sorry we put you through this man, I wasn’t thinking. My name is Curtis in case you need to know. I think we have confirmed that you are definitely a hybrid. Hank will be hard pressed though to let you leave without something happening.’ Brad notices Hank’s engorged cock hanging out the side of his shorts. The giant pink head looks wet as it throbs. Curtis leans down and slides his pinky down Hank’s piss slit. The huge beastly man yells in agony as his partner fucks it with his finger. Brad looks hypnotized as he sees this happening. Hank pulls his shorts off and reveals his immense ass covered in thick fur to match the rest of his body. His firm ass though looks quite inviting to Brad as he feels his cock reacting. He hopes that he doesn’t do what Wade did when they had sex though. It seems like Curtis is using a more subtle approach to make Brad’s inner beasts come out as the whole experience of watching the small man performing such an unusual sex act on Hank is making Brad uneasy and he doesn’t know why. Curtis moves down to start sucking on his lover’s wet cock head after he removes his finger. The large beast growls in lust as his eyes turn black and his teeth fall out to reveal large fangs. Brad can notice something happening to Curtis too as he hears the man moaning in angst as his clothes begin to tighten. He can hear the man’s clothes begin to rip rather quickly as he notices both huge men beginning to transform. Hank’s face is changing shape as it gets rounder and starts to resemble a black bear but his chest is still like a human’s as he legs get even thicker as the black fur completely covers his skin. Curtis’s nice clothes are starting to fall apart as his red fur begins to expose his body. His mouth changes slightly as the wolfman grows thick fangs and ears on his head as his human ears fall off. Remarkably he continues to suck on his werebear’s thick rod which has thickened even further as it spills pre down his throat. The werewolf howls lightly as it continues to gobble down the juices flowing from the werebear’s cock. Brad wants to flee so badly but is compelled to continue watching their transformations. Curtis’s pants rip in a thousand places as his thin legs blow up into huge muscular hind quarters as a huge red tail goes flying out his growing back which has reduced his shirt to being a scarf. His hands and arms that are still around his werebear lover’s back have changed their shape as claws grow out of them and pierce the flesh making Hank growl in lust. It isn’t long before Curtis’s pants fall out revealing his wolf cock which is nice and thick and protruding from his sheath. Brad seems almost tempted to go pleasure it as something inside him is trying to push him towards it. Curtis is now howling because Hank is shooting a river of cum down his lover’s throat as it also spills out and down his lover’s muzzle. Brad’s breathing grows heavier as he tries desperately to keep his composure. He doesn’t have a fetish for beastiality, but the dangling cock on Curtis seems so inviting. The werewolf knows this too as his eyes keep turning to look at Brad. It finally pulls the bear cock out of its mouth and walks over to Brad. ‘NO PLEASE I DON’T WANT IT! Curtis if you can hear me I don’t want it.’ The werewolf actually smiles at him and appears to attempting some kind of speech. ‘…..you…..need…..pleasure…..give in…..beast…..you want this…..’ The wolfy Curtis gets up on its hind legs and puts its front legs on the wall behind Brad’s head. It’s wolf cock throbs a bit as it spills fluid on his leg. It reaches down like it is about to eat him, but ends up licking him on his neck where his last wound is. Hank moves over to Brad now and sits his huge humanlike cock on his right hand. The huge pink head instantly makes the shocked onlooker pet it which gets a deep moan out of the werebear. Wolfy Curtis inches his cock closer to Brad’s mouth which makes him start to sweat profusely knowing that it may make him lose control of his own inhibitions. The creature eventually pushes its cock on to Brad’s face where it throbs wildly and makes him start to tremble a bit. It leans its head in to give him a slight nibble growling a bit as Brad tries to resist. All the while he is stroking the bear’s thick meaty cock as it moans. ‘OH PLEASE GAWD CURTIS I CAN’T…..I know what you are doing but not now…..I can’t give in…..’ Brad’s grip on bearish Hank’s cock loosens as his arm shakes. He can feel things building inside him but tries desperately to keep it from progressing. Curtis begins to claw down the wall as he slides his paws down Brad’s shirt shredding it. Brad yells in pain as the werewolf digs into him drawing blood as he grabs the animal and tries to pull him off. He can’t budge him though as Curtis slowly leans down and chews on his shoulder. Brad starts to give in to the animal and can’t hold on anymore. Hank gets behind Curtis and enters the werewolf with his hard cock and starts fucking him as they both sense the change coming from within Brad. Brad’s bloodied chest and shoulder has distracted him to the point that the process is already starting from within him. The beastly couple growl and howl in anticipation of the new addition to the family. End of Part 3

‘You mean you know?’ ‘You are a werewolf aren’t you Wade? OH GAWD I HOPE YOU ARE, I admit it excites me.’ Brad shows the tent in his pants as Wade laughs. He shakes his head left and right and Brad frowns. ‘No I am not a wolf man. I am similar to that though. I should have sensed your appetite before and now I know you will be tough to fend off. Like I said, I will show you where I live.’ ‘I can’t wait that long Wade, I want to see you change. Can’t you give me a preview?’ ‘Oh hell no, not here. I can’t control it here, it would ransack this whole floor probably.’ Brad’s infatuation leads him to decide to cancel his trip back home so he can fly to be with Wade. He tells Gabe and his wife that he needs to make an additional trip to visit an old friend, which isn’t exactly wrong actually. Brad and Wade arrive in Oregon by the next morning. The two men are now kissing often and talking freely with each other as they take a taxi to the outskirts of Portland. Brad laughs as he realizes that Wade got a house in the country in case something were to happen. Wade holds Brad’s hand as he directs him into his home. The spacious layout makes Brad wonder exactly what Wade is. The furniture is sparse and everything looks nailed down. He turns to Wade and puts his free hand on his chin and rubs it. ‘Soo…..what are you sexy creature? Do you have a lair for your transformation?’ ‘Actually I do genius. It won’t be long before you will know either. We need to get some sleep first because I can’t change without energy.’ Wade shows Brad a guest room, but he doesn’t seem to want to go there. ‘I’m not sleeping in there Wade. I made special plans to come here, I want to be with you.’ ‘I don’t trust you man. You will try to make me change before I am ready.’ ‘So it does depend on physical attraction. Hehe thanks for telling me.’ Wade rolls his eyes and points his finger at Brad. ‘No funny stuff Brad. I know you want the beast to be unleashed, but it isn’t safe.’ ‘Okay (crosses fingers behind his back).’ The two men crawl into the big bed in Wade’s bedroom as they take their shirts off. Wade kisses Brad goodnight and goes to sleep. Brad lays there waiting to make a move as he pulls his pants off and strokes his cock. He leans over to rub it against Wade’s back. The sleeping stud moans a little as Brad begins to kiss and lick his lower back. He slowly lowers Wade’s undies to reveal a huge bubble butt which surprises Brad as he makes noises. He leans down to start running his tongue along each cheek before parting them to flick his tongue on Wade’s hole. The sleeping stud growls lowly as Brad strokes his cock a little more. His need to see Wade’s cock overwhelms him as he pulls the man’s drawers completely off and sees a thick meaty rod waiting to be serviced as it begins to pool pre on the bed. Wade begins to sweat profusely as the beads start to move down his body. Brad’s anticipation for Wade’s transformation becomes overwhelming as he grabs the sleeping man's big rod and swallows it down tasting the thick pre flowing from the slit. Wade begins to convulse as he sleeps and squeezes the sides of the mattress. The eager sucker rubs his friend’s stomach as he feels it starting to react. He looks over as the muscles begin to quiver before they start to stretch. Wade agonizes as his belly expands wider. Brad moans feeling each individual abdominal disappear underneath the thick ball of hairy muscle rising from within. It eventually hides Wade’s head from Brad’s view as he continues to worship the huge cock. The admirer moves his hands down towards Wade’s growing quads as they begin filling out and pushing themselves further apart. They thicken into giant hulking trunks of solid mass. The dark black hair on Wade’s body begins to thicken quickly covering up his entire outer layer of skin. The change intensifies as Wade gives in to his change letting his arms and pecs explode in size before his own voice disappears under the tension. Brad continues working over the giant cock and moans louder as he feels it growing from within his lips. The thick muscles start stretching even wider forcing Brad to pull it out of his mouth so he can run his tongue along the sides. He reaches down to feel Wade’s balls expanding in his grasp feeling them stretch as the sack tightens. He can feel them filling up with massive amounts of cum. It is at this point that Brad realizes that Wade is getting closer to the edge. Brad manages to take a peek up at Wade’s face as he can hear him making growling noises as his teeth change and his hands and feet begin to change their appearance. Each finger and toe begins sprouting huge claws which frightens Brad only slightly. It is at this point that Brad risks everything to devour the coming river now flowing into Wade’s giant cock. The human side of him is starting to disappear as the bear from within begins to take over as his face loses its human qualities as a snout forms out of nowhere and his human ears fall off. New bear ears form off the sides of his head as he now resembles a black bear. The bear growls loudly as Brad sucks down the huge volcano of cum now erupting from its cock. He gulps down as much as possible as the white goo flows down his chest. The bear begins to get agitated as it moves away from him before turning around as if it is going to attack. Brad rushes to the doorway of the bedroom before turning to yell out, ‘WADE ITS ME BRAD! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO KNOW IT IS ME!’ The animal stops as its black eyes stare him down as it gets quiet and cocks its head sideways. It closes its mouth before turning to jump out one of the bedroom windows. Brad rushes over to see it jump down on the ground and go rushing through the forest behind the house. He quickly pulls his shorts back on to go out the front door of the house and into the forest to find the animal. He can’t hear anything now which he finds quite peculiar and after several minutes gives up the search. He sits down close to a tree to catch his breath and realizes that he is feeling a bit lightheaded. Without knowing it, a man has shown up out of nowhere and is standing above him. Before he can make any kind of movement, the man grabs him and holds him down on the ground. He covers Brad’s mouth and begins to say something. ‘Shh, no need to be making a ruckus. I know you are looking for Wade.’ (mumbling under the man’s hands) ‘Stop doing that, if you will calm down, I will let you talk.’ Brad nods as he stares up at the man. The man lets go of him as Brad sits up. ‘You were at the reunion weren’t you? You were one of the guys Wade was with.’ ‘That is correct man. You did a very bad thing you know? Him being loose like this is dangerous. Our community will not tolerate outsiders fucking things up.’ ‘I couldn’t help it he makes me crazy with lust for some reason.’ The man smells the cum on Brad’s chest as his own hazel eyes grow larger. ‘You are trying to make yourself change aren’t you little man? It isn’t that simple fortunately. You have to be compatible with your mate.’ ‘When will I know if I am? I am feeling really dizzy right now.’ The man laughs at him. ‘Well it is a slow process, but you will start to feel something change inside you in a relatively short timeframe.’ The man looks up in the sky and starts to make strange noises. ‘You better move along man, I can’t control this much longer. I have been holding back my change since I saw you here. I….(stretch)….oh shit…(shirt rip)….too fucking…(muscles growing)….late (pants split)’ Brad jumps up and rushes over behind a huge bush nearby as he watches the man commence into his transformation. The change he is witnessing begins to turn him on somehow as he feels a sense of ecstasy rushing inside him. The man only groans slightly as he grows taller feeling his bones crack and his boots explode under the pressure of his new paws. Brad moans as the man’s clothes rip and shred completely off as an insane amount of muscle begins appearing all over his body. The man practically moans as his body hair changes over to fur as he sprouts a huge brown tail to accompany his shiny brown body. Remarkably his face remains the same until the end when his muzzle finally sprouts causing him to anguish in pain and he voice changes to howls. Brad’s excitement causes him to accidentally rustle the bush too much which attracts the giant beast immediately. Before he can try to get away, the werewolf snatches him up into its grasp and starts to growl at him loudly. ‘Ohh dear gawd please mister wolf, I’m not ready to die yet. You have such amazing fur and muscles though. Can I at least touch you for a second?’ Brad reaches around to feel the beast’s huge hairy back and moans deeply feeling its incredible thickness and power. To his surprise, the hazel-eyed beast smiles at him and reaches down to breathe down on his face and starts running its tongue up and down his chest. The feeling makes Brad nearly go limp in the werewolf’s arms. It starts to run its claws along his legs and arms teasing him like its going to rip into him. Brad surprisingly moans as the beast smells him again before laying him down on the ground. Brad looks up into its eyes and wonders if the man is fully aware of what is going on. ‘You have some kind of control inside there don’t you?’ The werewolf almost smirks and even nods at him before running its tongue along his neck. Brad nearly loses his composure as he fears what the beast is up to. Without warning, the werewolf digs its teeth slowly into Brad’s flesh penetrating and drawing blood. It places a giant paw on his mouth as it holds its position as the blood slowly trickles down his chest. Then it digs its other claw into his left leg as Brad begins to lose consciousness. It picks Brad up after finally conquering him and puts his lifeless body on its back as it gets on all fours. It begins to move at a steady pace through the forest making sure that he doesn’t fall off. It appears that Brad’s life may turn out to be extraordinary after all. End of Part 2

Chapter 8 - Gymnastic Meat Chad keeps a watchful eye on the camera monitor screen in case he can catch another view of Brian at the Attic party. His mind is racing trying to visualize what he saw, while he continues to monitor the system information captured this evening. He was positive about the growth he saw on the camera and was almost certain that it was related to the double cockring events. It was obvious that others present at the party noticed Brian's growth too. He reviewed all his data and performed a system diagnostic test trying to find out if any malfunction enabled the system double events to cause Brian's body growth in addition to the expected cock growth. Brian came around after a short while to find the party still going on. There were only a few guys left, mostly the stragglers who can never get any action and the 'one timers' or guests of whom none appealed to his interest. His body ached like the day after a hard workout. He got up and walked over to the clothing storage area where he had to search through the remaining pile of bags to locate the one that contained his clothing. He slipped on his socks and then slipped both legs into his pants. Standing as he pulled them up. He noticed the pant legs, which were snug fitting to begin with, both seemed extra tight around his thighs and over his glutes. However, they fit around his waist perfectly. He carefully maneuvered his thick long cock inside as best he could before carefully zipping the fly closed and fastening the waist button. He ran both of his hands down each thigh trying to stretch the material out a bit. Pulling his t-shirt out of the bag, he gathers up the back in his hands. Slipping in one arm and then the other before he raises his arms to pull it down over his head and shoulders with a bit of struggle. He can't help but notice how the seams are cutting in at the arm pits and just as he begins to pull it down over his broad chest and back carefully as the seams start to give way. He works the fabric down over his torso. Then reaches up and pulls off the torn sleeves one by one. Just as he was thinking his deltoids looked pretty good in his muscle top t-shirt it happened. Rippppp.. right down the front to just above his abs. "Fuck", Brian yells out, "this was a new shirt too." Ripping it off the rest of the way he tosses it into the waste basket and grabs his leather jacket from the hanger. Slipping it on he suddenly realizes just how much it feels like a second skin as he pulls the front together over his bare torso and zips it part way up. He makes a mental note to wear it bare chested next time as the arousal factor is incredible. Heading down the attic stairs Wes stops him briefly. "No done for the night are you Brian?" He asks sounding hopeful for another round, as he stares at the deep V between the exposed bare muscled pecs through the open jacket. "Yeah, calling it a night. Is the storm over?" "Can't entice you to stay a bit longer?" Wes asks as he slips his hand inside the jacket and tweaks one of Brian's nips. "Stopped raining a short time ago. So you can stay, right?" "Sorry man, but I've got to get home." The hand slips away as Brian hobbles down the stairway due to the sudden arousal and rapid growth of his cock straining for release. Chad trudged off to bed but his mind continued processing the events he just witnessed. He was glad the cockring failsafe was functioning and preventing any tampering. But Brian seemed to be adjusting to its presence much more quickly than any of the other alpha males. In fact, he seemed to be using it for his own pleasure. If excessively hard massive cock growth can be deemed a pleasure. In any case, his cock was suppose to always revert back to normal size afterwards and not be retained some of the time. Just what was the cause of the malfunction and why did it stimulate the total body muscular growth as well? Nothing in the design had the power to produce such a result. The same factors must have allowed this growth to be retained on those times when the cock growth was also retained. Chad finally dropped off to sleep with no answers. Meanwhile Brian made it home, stripped off his leather jacket, boots and socks. Then peeled off the overly tight jeans and crashed into bed. However, morning came quickly as the alarm played its ritual wake up. He slowly forced his heavy body to get up out of bed and sauntered to the shower. Soaping up his body he feels the change in size of his upper arms and shoulders. His chest feels totally pumped like after a massive workout and his abs have never been so defined. "Fuck", he wipes the steam off the shower door and peers over to the mirror across from the door. "Dam, am I getting big or what?" He finishes his shower and steps out admiring his muscular body as he towels off the remaining water. "Not again?” Brian exclaims as he accidentally triggered the cockring with the towel while wiping around his cock and balls. The instant erection reminds him about the growth spurts of last night. "Somehow I've retained the muscular growth again, just like the night of the play party." Brian steps on the scale and quickly figures he gained eighteen pounds last night. "No way?” He runs down the hall to his workout area and finds the tape measure. Wrapping the tape around his biceps reveals an extra inch on each of them. Now he has to find out how much his chest gained. Positioning the tape and measuring not once but twice before he accepts the measurement. "Fuckin Wild." His erection is persistent and demanding attention as he can't help but think about the wild sex last night. He can't ignore his cock any longer. A few quick strokes as he records the measurement in his workout log. One inch growth in each arm and just over three inches on his chest. Finishing up the last couple measurements and recording them as well. "I got to figure this out." He says to himself, "can't just keep growing like this or someone is going to start asking questions. Then, like an after thought, he measures his raging cock. No fucking shit! A full inch longer than last time, dam no wonder I had such a great time last night." Checking his recorded stats, "Fuck, my cocks grown almost an inch and a half since this cockring thing started. Have to admit I love the overall changes. Packing on almost 30 pounds of muscle in the last couple months sure feels great!" It was after lunch before Chad got out of bed and he knew he still needed to complete the month end review for Minneapolis. That meant he'd have to really check out Brian's data. He just couldn't figure this guy out. His high rate of sexual activity, the rapid acceptance of the cockring made him stand out as a superior alpha male from any of the others. However the unexplained growth that he was sure was somehow triggered by double events still bothered him greatly. Chad knew that Brian had handled the full 105% during his interview without any sign of pain. In fact he still had significant play in the skin covering his cock shaft. A sure sign that he hadn't reach his maximum growth limit. A limit that Chad had planned to explore once Brian was placed into production. However, now he wondered if the unexpected, overall body and related cock growth had changed this potential or simply increased that capacity. He remembered fondly how monstrously huge Brian’s thick, nine inch cock felt filling up his ass as he got fucked by his bull in the shower and could only dream of what it'd be like to take it now. Based upon the computer images it was easily ten and a half inches just as he witnessed at end of last nights sessions in that attic party. He couldn't help but wondered just what it was like for Brian as the arousal data was off the charts. "Brian," Chad scoffed, "What about the man he was fucking?" He said to himself wishing that he was the bottom for such a wild ride. "I've got to stop thinking like that." He scolded himself, but wonders again just how far he could push Brian's growth limit. Brian had casually dropped hints to his family of a big project pending at work. He indicated that it could very likely require overtime and some evening work. He knew that too many, "Nights with the guys", excuses would draw suspicion. Once the new month began he intensified his efforts, making it clear that the project was due to start soon. Brian figured all was working out well toward preparing for the extra time to play once Keith arrived. He really wanted to be able to spend extra time with Keith if at all possible. Only a couple more days until Keith was due to arrive. The weather for the next week or two was unusually cool and wet, making time go by slower than normal. Brian maintained his usual routine as he had mostly adjusted to the presence of the cockring. The growth still puzzled him but overall it wasn't negatively affecting him that much anymore. The changes it created in his body were desirable, as well as the additional sexual activity he was enjoying. Brian puts aside most of his original fears about the ever present cockring. However, he was still aware that there were other guys at the gym who notice the cockring from time to time. Some never mentioned it, acting like it was normal, while others obviously disliked it but didn't say a word. Some asked and Brian explained as he had before to Craig. A few actually liked it and complemented him on how masculine and sexy it looked. Brian acknowledged the compliment. He sometimes wondered or hoped that there was something more intended behind the simple compliment. He had such hopes with Craig, but had long since dismissed it as Craig hadn't shown any interest since that first encounter. It was now two days later and Keith was on the way, Brian was glad he was finally going to meet him in person. He cleaned up and made special preparations of the items he'd need for later that evening. After all, he had to "work late on that special project" at work. A special project named Keith. Brian arrived at the airport excited to meet Keith in person for the first time. He went to the baggage claim and waited until he thought he saw Keith. "Brian", Keith yelled out like an old friend. "Hey, you have a good flight?" "Sure did, but need a restroom fast." "It's this way." Brian couldn't believe the definition evident through Keith's snug fitting tank top. "Man are you tight." "Me? Dam stud, you look huge compared to all your pics." Opening a stall door and pulling Brian inside with him. They embraced tightly and Keith's tongue found its way deep into Brian's mouth as his hand unsnapped and unzipped Brian's jeans. Reaching inside he pulled out the monster and stoked it until it was super hard. "I've been wanting this way to long." "mmmmmmmmmmm" Brian had never had sex in a public restroom. The added risk and excitement of the airport location with all of the extra security was overwhelming. Keith felt Brian's balls draw up for the emanate release and he got down on his knees. He really had to stretch his mouth open extra wide to accommodate the huge cock head. However he masterfully swallowed the massive cock shaft inch by inch, without much effort. All but the last couple of inches. He continued sucking as best he could while he worked Brian's loaded balls. He felt the cock deep in the back of his throat pulse and throb until the stream of hot thick cum blast down his throat. "Nice way to say wel-cum to Minnesota." They both straightened up and made their way out of the stall and back to the luggage carousel in time to pick up the bags. On the way to the car, they talked about the flight and people on it. The hot male flight attendants and the schedule Keith had for his time in the cities. By the time they got in the car both knew they'd only have tonight and possibly one other time together while Keith was in town. The hotel was about half way between the airport and where Brian lived and very near the location of the gymnastics competition. Keith checked in as Brian had to drive around to find a place to park the car. The competition crowd had filled up most of the closer parking ramps. His cell phone rang as he was walking back to the hotel. It was Keith calling to let him know the room number. Brian arrived several minutes later finding the door propped ajar by the security bolt. He knocked once lightly and walked in finding Keith, wearing leather boots, harness, jockstrap and neck collar. "Now that's hot." Brian greeted Keith. "I can't get over your definition and it's nicely accentuated by that harness!" "You like it all, huh?" Running his hands lightly over his washboard abs. "You know with your beefed up body a harness would really look great on you too. Add a pair of chaps with your bull cock hanging out and no man would deny you!" "You know I like it on you. By the way, did that artist get done with the casting of your torso?" "Yeah, but I haven’t seen the final casting yet. Besides what I want to see now is your cock in my mouth again." Keith stepped close to Brian, reached out and quickly removed his shirt. Then he ran his hands down Brian's chest, briefly pinched his nips, before unfastening the button at the top of his jeans. "mmmmmm, you got that wild fuckin bull cock straining for release and ready for me?" "It's straining for you and that hot tight ass." He reached for his zipper. Pushing Brian's hand away, "That's my job". He unzipped the jeans, opened the front and worked his hand inside to cup the stud’s package. "I'm glad it's for me. I want it all. Every inch of that fuckin huge cock that I watched in your video for the past couple of years." "Not to mention all the hot web cam sessions we've had. Man I can hardly wait....." Brian stopped short of finishing as he heard the rip of fabric. Keith had grabbed both hip pockets and ripped them as he pulled down, trying to remove Brian's pants quickly. "FUCK!" "You said it's for me and I want it all now!" His mouth quickly covered the huge cock head more easily this time and then began once again to devour the thick shaft bit by bit. Brian reeled back against the door. All he could do was watch in amazement as his cock all but disappeared once again inside Keith. Keith was truly a talented cock handler, the way he worked his mouth up and down, from end to end, over Brian's cock. He quickly took Brian to the edge, knowing just when to stop sucking and prevent the release. At this point he would administer his attentions to Brian's balls or nips. Anything to divert the senses and allow the huge cock to subside it's pulsing. He would allow the wave of emotions flooding Brian's brain to back off just enough before returning his attention to continue working on Brian's cock. Repeating this series of sexual torture over and over, each time taking Brian closer to climax. "Stop... Please... I've got... to cum." Brian was panting, trying to catch his breath. "Let me cum... Keith." "You said it's for me. Remember?" He bit on Brian's nips. "It's mine. You are mine." Nipping even harder as he softly caressed the raging hard on. "I want your cock now. I want it deep inside of me. I want to feel you’re hot cum quenching my hunger." He went down on Brian again. "Fuck yeah... I got to cum... It is for you... all of it." He felt his cock slide deep inside of Keith as he swallowed and sucked him harder and harder. The load of cum swelled up quickly in Brian. "F-U-C-K" He yelled, as his load blasted out. His cock throbbed and pounded as it pumped out. He pulled Keith off of his sensitive cock carefully. He couldn't stand it inside Keith's talented mouth any longer. His cock still throbbing as the cum continued to flow and spill out over Keith's face and dripped onto his chest. Keith's eyes were glazed over as he stood up, grabbed Brian and began kissing him deeply. He slowly maneuvered them both over to the bed, before collapsing on top of Brian. They both were fighting to dominate over each other. Their tongues dueling inside each others mouth. Their hands squeezed and caressed each others muscles, every sinew and fiber massaged until every nerve was on edge. They slowly regained their strength as the need for more sex heightened inside of them. Meanwhile, Chad had just returned from running some errands. A To Do reminder flashed on the screen as he logged into the system. 'Brian date with Keith' "Oh hell, hope I didn't miss anything. He checked Brian's logs. "Dam, they were already fuckin around." He was always amazed at the arousal reading the system logged for Brain every time he had sex. They were consistently much higher than the other studs and this was intriguing to him. The GPS allowed Chad to find the location and scan for any nearby cameras. He realized they'd most likely be in a hotel room somewhere and that almost eliminated any chance of a camera. Unless they were having sex in a public space. No such luck, it was a room, but the hotel had wireless internet. He began scanning the IP addresses in use within the hotel without any success. However one address showed an unusually high amount of outbound network traffic. Chad, with all his technical knowledge, knew this had to be video traffic. Chad tapped into the address. "Fuck, what is Keith up to?" He could clearly see naked Brian on his back on the bed and a man he assumed was Keith, lying on top. The two were deeply engrossed in each other. What really bothered Chad wasn't that the camera was on, but that it was broadcasting everything. Keith reached down and began to stroke Brian's cock back to life. "This cockring is incredibly sexy on you." He wraps his hand around it and pulls on it gently, accidentally activating the failsafe. "A very masculine studly look and obviously makes you extra horny, I'd say." "Fuck, man, you really got me going again." Brian knew that Keith had activated the cockring. He'd gotten to quickly recognize when it was active verses when he was having a normal erection. Besides he really wanted to fuck Keith so bad. "I want to fuck your tight ass, man." "Don't move, just lay there and let me ride it." Keith squatted facing Brian, over the massive thick stake. He lowered himself slowly, feeling pressure of the thick cock head pushing against his ass. He applied more lube and it only took another minute or two before it suddenly broke through. Before Keith caught himself, several inches of Brian's thick veined shaft had also penetrated the tight confines. "Son of a bitch! You're going to tear me up man." He pause a minute to adjust to the size of it. "Dam, your monster feels incredible." "You know that’s what you want me to do." Brian stated as he raised his hips up off the bed, driving another couple of inches into Keith. Chad watches his stud's cock disappear inch by inch into Keith as he fingered his own ass. "Man, fuck him like you did me during your audition." He said to himself as he grabbed a large dildo, nearly the size of Brian and slowly inserted it into his ass. Keith worked his ass down more and more until nearly every inch of Brian was inside of him. "mmmmmmm that feels so hot." He began to ride up and down on the monster. The thick cock stimulated every inch of surface inside his ass. He quivered with erotic sensations with each stroke. "Ride it man." Brian urges Keith on. "Ride your bull hard." Chad was busy matching Keith. Pumping the dildo inside of him in rhythm to the cock fucking up deep inside Keith's ass, stroke for stroke. Keith began riding Brian harder and faster and Chad pumped the dildo harder and faster. Both men were getting closer and closer to climax. The hard, deep, penetrations were stimulating every nerve inside of them. Their juices were flowing, dripping out. "Yeah, fuck me!" They yelled almost at the same moment. Brian was getting closer to cumming too. "AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH" "Fuck me, with your monster." "Fuck yeah" Brian began bucking up into Keith again. Every muscle tense and straining, as his veins pumped and surged nutrients to his body, and his cock grew that last bit before release. "That’s it! My bulls got to breed again." Chad yelled out then wondered about using the bull concept in Brian's profile when he put the hot stud into production. "Oh, Fuck." Keith yelled, "I can't take it any more." He began shooting his load all over Brian's chest. Chad was shooting his load over the floor. Brain bellowed, "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK", as his load shot deep inside of Keith. He continued bucking hard into Keith, as he shot volley after volley into the hot moist ass enveloping his cock. Slowly they both began to recover. Keith was finally able to relax from the monster stretching his insides. Brian was still slightly euphoric from the release. He wiped a handful of the cum off his chest, put it in his mouth and swallowed Keith's cum. "mmmmm" He pulled Keith down toward him and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of the cum between them. They remained in each others arms for what seemed like an eternity to Chad. He began to get irritated that the two of them were enjoying each other so completely. "Fuck, I wish I were there instead of Keith. I'd make sure Brian was up and ready for action again by now." No sooner had Chad verbalized his desire when Keith started sliding down Brian’s body, kissing the muscles and lapping up his own cum along the way. Pausing briefly to suck and nibble Brian's nips before tonguing his way over the six pack abs. The arousal sensors were climbing rapidly on Chad's system showing Brian's response. Keith made his way down to the rapidly growing cock and quickly devoured it deeply into his mouth and down his throat. He loves to feel the power of a big cock as it grows inside him and stretches out his throat. The subservient desire for it to forcefully snake deeper into his throat choking him if need be. He loved his men to force cock control over him. Brian felt his cock enveloped by Keith inside his talented mouth. He wasn't sure what Keith had in mind this time, but it was obvious that Keith didn't want to let him go. He felt his cock restrained by the confines of Keith's mouth until it found the tunnel down his throat. The rhythmic pulling told him Keith was swallowing and sucking hard to draw it deeper inside. He watched his cock pushing Keith's tonsils out, causing a bulge in the man's throat. He didn't know how long Keith was going to keep him inside so deeply but it was obvious that he was running out of breath. Chad figured out Keith's plan before Brian had a clue. He knew the wild heightened pleasure of being forced to take a cock so deep and long that you became oxygen deprived. A totally different kind of sexual experience that only extreme bottoms enjoy. Brian struggled to pull out enough to allow Keith a breath of air. He stopped when he felt the warm air escaping pass over his sweat moistened abs. Then he heard the deep inhale of air and felt Keith pull him back inside. Chad figured if Keith wanted it rough, he'd get it rough. He quickly type in a command on the keyboard. "There, let's see how much he really enjoys it on the wild side." Brian felt the kick from the cockring once again making him grow larger. He knew it had to be Chad as neither he nor Keith had done anything to activate it. "Fuck yeah, now your really going to take the bull." Keith looked up at Brian. His eyes showed his shock and pleasure as Brian's cock grew thicker and longer inside his throat. "mmmmmmmppppfffff" "You need that bull cock to fuck your throat raw." Brian told Keith. "You really want me to force you to take more of it." Hearing this Chad knew that Brian had finally realized what Keith secretly desired. He smirked, "this is going to be fun". I was going to test Brian someday anyway. May as well be now with a willing man. He adjusted the setting and pressed the enter key again, this time forcing the cockring to take Brian up to the 110% size limit. "Enjoy it while you can, Keith. You won't be able to handle it for long." Brian's cock surged longer and thicker as he felt the cockring activate stronger than ever. His muscles surged as the blood pumped through his body. His skin tightened as the fibers grew larger, thicker and his energy built up. Once again he wondered if Chad was watching them somehow. Then he noticed the red light on the webcam. 'That's how', he thought. I'll give him something to really watch. Brian took full advantage of his increased size and drove his cock forcefully deep into Keith's tight throat. "Suck it man, eat my raging bull cock!" Keith's eyes opened wide; totally overwhelmed by the depth of the gigantic monster Brian drove into him. It was obvious that he didn't expect this and he was running out of breath. Brian tried to pull out as Keith tried to extract the invading monster. Just then Brian's load blasted forth, coating Keith's throat. The cock throbbing surges provided just enough give to allow partial extraction. Keith quickly gasped for air as the explosion of cum continued to spray deep into his throat. He didn't even have to swallow much, as there was no where else for it to go but down his throat. He struggled to get yet another breath and prevent choking on the thick creamy substance. Brain collapsed back on the bed, feeling totally relieved, exhausted and drained. His cock softened slowly as Keith continued to suck every last drop from inside of it. After a few more minutes, the two of them snuggled side by side in silence. They enjoyed the quiet tender side of each others company until it was time for Brian to leave. Chad was pleased with the results of the growth experiment on Brian. He easily handle another inch of cock growth, alas it wasn't permanent. He was still puzzled why every double event now caused body growth in addition to cock growth. What made some double events permanent, yet other times Brian reverted to his prior size. He didn't understand Brian and Keith's relationship or the live video, but hoped that it wouldn't be detrimental to his plans for Brian. His goal for Brian to become the ultimate alpha made him very protective of his stud. He witnessed the pleasure that Keith had enjoyed and decided to set up an event monitor in the system to let him know if Brian got aroused again while Keith was still in town. This was a great chance to study Brian and the body growth situation. Keith was still feeling the effects of his evening with Brian several days later. The competition was over and he knew that this afternoon was the last chance before his flight home. He was alone naked in the make shift warm up room working out on some of the equipment to take his mind off his yearning for cock. His pommel horse routine was a good distraction since it required his total concentration. He thought he caught sight of someone at the doorway, but they disappeared. He finished up, dismounted and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat off his face. Wrapping the towel about his waist, Keith started toward the door. Brian was in the shadows and totally enjoyed watching Keith work through the routine. His cock responded with a major erection which triggered Chad's system. Chad was already online and frantically began to search the location and for a camera. He was successful as the room was normally used as a storage area so had security cameras everywhere which he quickly activated. "That routine you were doing really showed good form and every muscle of your hot body." "What!" A startled Keith blushed over the compliment. "I thought I caught a glimpse of someone briefly." "I slipped in, but didn't want to disturb you. I love watching gymnasts perform and their bodies really turn me on." "Yeah, somehow I don't doubt that at all." They met at the edge of a large exercise mat. Keith casually groped the enormous bulge in Brian's worn cut-offs. Brian embraced him and pulled his face closer so he could kiss him deeply. "Man, I loved seeing your routine on the pommel horse." Keith undid the button on Brian's cut-offs and pulled down the zipper gaining access to the big hard cock. "The only horse routine I want to see is your cock pummeling deep into my ass again." "Where?" Brian questioned excitedly while looking about the room. "Here," Keith pulled Brian over the to uneven parallel bars He then performed a few moves, ending up with his knees hooked over the upper bar, his back resting on the lower bar and his arms hooked over it for support. He looked like he was in a modified sling with his ass totally in position for Brian. Brian pulled off his tank top and shorts, tossing them aside. He step right up to Keith’s manhole and, without any extra lube, mounted him completely in one smooth stroke. "aaaaahhhh, now that feels great." "Can you tell I was ready for you?" "Ready?, Any more ready and you'd have to wear a tampon to catch the runoff juices." Brian began to pummel in and out of Keith. "Enough of this banter and pommel horse crap." Chad said to himself as he pushed the enter button to submit the system command. "Let’s see if you really enjoy being pounded again by my stud bull." Just then Brian felt the cockring arousal signal and his cock started to grow harder and longer. "I've never been fucked in this position before. It really feels great." Keith was quickly getting close to climax until he felt the already massive intruder stretching him open wider. "Fuck, Brian, you're growing thicker inside of me again." Brian looked quickly around the room. Once again he was the telltale red lights of not one, but several live cameras. He figured Chad wanted another show and he was going to give it to him. He wondered why Chad was suddenly monitoring him so much. Could he be preparing him for whatever was the next step of his cockring torture, testing his limits, or just some deviant voyeur getting off watching him fucking Keith? "Stop! Hold it. Brian, take it easy a bit, will you?" Brian had been so distracted by thoughts of Chad that he didn't realize how roughly he'd been fucking Keith. "Sorry, guess I got carried away. Are you okay?" "I will be, just need you to slow down until I get opened up more. Man, you've no idea how deeply you're penetrating me." Jokingly, "You said you wanted to be pummeled by my horse. Just trying to oblige." It didn't take long for Keith to adjust and in no time the two were hard at it. Keith loved the feel of the horse dick deep inside of him. "Man, you could replace my dildo back home any day." "I'd love that job. Fucking you every time you turned around." "You would?" Chad shouted at the screen. "We'll just see about that." He began typing a command into the system, but before he could finish his computer started shutting down. The message on the screen flashed, 'Low Battery Hibernation in progress.' It locked him out of the system. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled at the screen. He had been working at the cafe earlier running on battery and forgot to plug in the power when he got back into the room. "Be fun to have a horse dick like you trained to serve my every need." Keith reached out and pinched one of Brian's nips fiercely. That was all it took. "Shit, aw fuck, aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Brian yelled at the top of his lungs as his load erupted deep into Keith. He continued to pummel him for as long as he could stand it. "neigh... nnnneeeiiiggghhh... that's horse talk for I love you Stud." Keith laughed. "Breeding you was my pleasure." Brian removed his slick, cum covered, horse dick from Keith as he dismounted the parallel bars. The two embraced and kissed as they cleaned up and got dressed. Brian had to get home for dinner and Keith took a cab to the airport. By the time Chad got his computer back up and logged into the system, no one was in the warm up room. When he checked Brian's system information it showed no sign of arousal. He checked the GPS which show he was heading home. Chad was so frustrated that he missed his chance to make Keith really feel Brian's size deep up inside his tight ass.

This is the first BRAND NEW STORY I have written in a while, but this is an idea I have had for YEARS just never really decided to write it until recently when I had a couple yahoo buddies insist that this kind of needed to be told. It is not really that long. I'm dipping my feet in the shallow end before I dive head first into the deep side, but the fun I had writing this, it probably won't be that long until then. Please leave comments, as I LIVE for them! Likes are cool, but the comments are what makes me feel a bit better on how well the story is received. Winner Takes All The two of us knew what we were about to do. Both of us had been rivals now for the past 3 years that we started this university and were placed into the same damn dorm room. But today was the day that it was all going to change. Me and my roommate were both on the college wrestling team, both juniors, and about to head into our senior year together. I was 6’4” 290lbs with a low 5% body fat and a nice and plump 9 inch cock when fully erect. He was 5’8” and 275lbs of shredded beef. We were tired of always competing for the spot of Captain, and since the former Captain just graduated it was up to one of us to take the reigning spot of the team. That’s when I found this book that dealt with the occult that said there was a way that could alter our fates permanently. Basically a transfer of power. The one rule was we both needed to know what we were getting into, so I brought it up to him one night and we both agreed that one of us was definitely going to be captain and the only way for our rivalry to stop was to end this charade for good by draining the other one completely. So here we are, I set up this table in the center of the room at an undisclosed part of campus that no one would be entering into. I drew the pentagram across the entire table and had candles lit up around the room like the book stated must be done. He entered the room right on time, after everything was set up. We both pulled out a chair from the table, sat down and looked each other straight in the eyes. We knew once we started there was no going back from this ever. One of us would have all of our dreams fulfilled, and the other, well we really don’t know what will happen to the other person yet. This ritual asked that in order for this occult spell to work, we must challenge one another on top of the pentagram. Before we arrived at this moment, the only real way to challenge each other wasn’t with a game of Monopoly or Poker, but a true show of strength – We were about to both be engaged in the ultimate match of Arm-Wrestling. As the book stated, the winner would get everything. Both of us placed our right elbows on the table and onto the red chalk circle. Our biceps tensed, eyes still locked as we both clasped our hands tightly. I could feel his strength and he could feel mine. We both had the incantation memorized and we knew it was time. We both recited it as all of the lit candles flames sprang off of the candles and merged into a big ball of light above us. It begins now… Both of our arms tense as we push against each other. The veins in our forearms and biceps bursting from our skin as they engorge with blood, fueling us with the power to try and take the other man down. I can see the beads of sweat slowly begin to form on his brow and slide down his face, as he sees just how serious I am. I am going to win this. I begin to push as his arm slowly begins to go down. He is struggling, still managing to hold his own, but he won’t be able to last. I am the bigger man here. Taller, more muscle, more strength. I smirk as his arm slowly starts to descend lower and lower as it closes in on the table’s surface. He does not give in however, I can see the determination in his eyes, as he uses all his might to slowly push back. I give in a little to this game just to give him a tiny bit of hope that he has a chance. He gives me a cocky grin. I show nothing, as our hands slowly start to rise back up to almost the starting position. I show him a faux sign of concern, as my arm starts to bend in his favor, until it just stays locked in ta 30 degree angle off of the table. I show my true face now as I begin to push back, this time fear overtakes him as he begins to panic. My arm pushing him back fast. There is nothing he can do as our arm lock is now at the ready position once again and slowly his arm is descending in my favor. He tries to fight back, but he now knows it’s going to be me. I am the team captain! Nothing is going to stop me from- I feel pain erupt from by balls. I was sitting with my ass on the edge of the seat anticipating the win when his steel toe boot came in direct contact with my crotch. I falter in pain and I watch as he overpowers me. Looking at him all I see is this sinister grin as our arms reach center point before I feel my hand slam down onto the table surface. I’m shocked…scared…there is absolutely nothing I can do now. I try to pull away to end this but my hand is glued to his. I feel this electric current flowing through our touch and radiating into my body. I feel sick, weak. My body feels like it’s about to throw up. When I see it start to happen. I watch as all my muscles flex to their most pumped state. Starting with my meaty forearm, the muscle begins to slide down into my hand through my fingers and melds with him, adding to his already solid build. I gulp realizing what it now means about one of us will gain everything. Staring at the massive ball and veins wrapping around my bicep, I watch as the huge lump begins its slow journey through my tiny forearm, through my hands and fingers and into his arm sliding up where it eventually stays at its new comfortable spot on his already huge biceps. Fuck he’s going to get huge. I try pulling away again, the chair I am sitting on falling over as I crash onto the floor, him following and landing on top of me. I am not sure if it’s the realization and fear from me or if it is him now knowing what is happening to himself and what he will eventually become, but the pull from him was slowly beginning to increase. I watched as my traps shrank down to average shoulders and my pecs bunched up and shrank to a normal chest as all the muscle from my upper body began traveling through my arm and reassembling itself on to him. His chest swelling larger than any heavyweight bodybuilder I’ve ever seen and damn those traps, do huge and kept rising up and up like dough being baked in an oven as they kept expanding and filling with pure rock hard muscle. As this was happening, I didn’t take notice to my other arm and abs, which had already lost all of its size his solid 6 pack was expanding to a very hard and defined 8 pack. It was so damn cut you could probably grate cheese on his washboard. Next came the lower section of my body. My thighs, and calves all but pushed their way up my upper body. I looked ridiculous as all the mass went through my chest cavity giving me a look that I may have pecs again, just to see them just as quickly vanish and drop into him like water filling a jug of water. His Lower body was amazing! Calves so huge like two footballs stuffed into each leg side by side with diamond hardness. Thighs that could easily crush marble with. You could tell that neither one of us skipped leg day, just from how massive he was becoming. As all the muscle had finally left my body, his clothes stretched to their utmost limit. I tried to pull away but we were still locked. That’s when I felt it and I began to panic. “No, No, No!” my 9 inch cock began to slowly get sucked in shrinking smaller and smaller, as I felt it being pulled out of me, but I could not see this actually leave my body, that is until I saw the growing bulge in his shorts, elongating and beginning to get hard. He began to laugh, his voice so deep it caused the walls and floor to tremble around us. The transfer was over. I got up realizing how small everything looked around me. How is that possible? It was then that I noticed he also took my height. This titan of a man began to stand and he went up, and up, and up till I was barely at his navel. His clothes so tight they began to tear and in one mighty flex they all shredded to rags and fluttered to the floor around his body. His mighty alpha body looming above me, I was totally overshadowed by his dominant size, power, and gigantic manhood. It was too much for me as I knew what was going to happen next with that erect column of flesh that I just passed out…

‘What the hell is going on?’ That is the reaction Brice has after he passes out and then wakes up several minutes later after Cain Darkori places him into a holding cell. The larger red skinned brother leaves the room and locks the door as Brice tries to stand up. He falls back down after realizing that he doesn’t have any type of balance. He barely remembers anything that happened just a short while ago except that some crazy substance has taken up residence in his body somewhere. He wonders if it will force him to somehow change against his will or if it is awakened by some sort of weird occurrence. His energy level seems to have leveled off and he feels fairly decent, but the fact that he is locked up tells him that he may be in some secret program. ‘HEY, WHY AM I IN HERE? HELLO? I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!’ Brice tries to shake the bars on the cell and they don’t budge. After a few more seconds, he goes to sit on a bench inside the cell and puts his hands on his head. As he sits there, he hears a click on the main door as it opens. He looks up and sees a familiar face and even looks at them bewildered. ‘WHAT THE HELL? Owen what are you doing here?’ It is the friend that originally recommended the Darkori’s in the first place. The young trim man sits in a chair just outside the cell and puts his glasses on that he had in his pocket. He parts his legs enough to put his arms on them and smiles back at Brice. ‘Hi buddy, I see you visited Dr. Orleans and Dr. Darkori. Did they help you get better at all?’ ‘What the…? Why aren’t you answering my questions? Why are you even here Owen?’ ‘Well Brice, as it turns out it wasn’t a coincidence that I sent you to either one of them because they helped me too.’ ‘Uhh well thanks I think. Why are they red and why do I find them so attractive? Is this a side effect of their serum?’ ‘Hehe, yeah you could say that Brice. I also was attracted to their red skin and how the muscles glistened in the lights. I’m actually here right now because they called me in to calm you down. You don’t need to be so loud and obnoxious you know.’ ‘I’m fucking scared Owen, this crazy shit is flowing inside my body. I can feel it moving through me, it does make me feel normal though.’ ‘I’m glad Brice, but I need to make you understand that the serum flowing through you is meant for more than just hormone therapy, it is a key that unlocks a part of you that you never thought existed. Trust me I had no idea either when they did this to me.’ Two beads of sweat begin to slide down Owen’s head as Brice can see his skin starting to get redder. ‘Are you alright Owen, you seem like you are experiencing some kind of a hot flash?’ Owen wipes his brow as more beads of sweat begin to move down his face. He pulls a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and rubs it all over his face as he pulls his glasses off to wipe them down too. He puts them back on and sighs. ‘I ummm may not be able to hold it back much longer so I’m just warning you before it happens.’ ‘What are you….oh gawd I have already seen this before from Dr. Damien Darkori. Are you going to change colors?’ *slight laugh* ‘Hah no I’m not going to become a red muscle monster like the doctors. They were born that way, I am just a product of their creation.’ Brice can sense a bit of danger and starts to move towards the back of the cell but realizes that he won’t be safe no matter what happens. He starts to grab whatever he can get his hands on in the cell: the bed, the bench, the clothes, and puts them all around him as he cowers over in a corner and watches Owen start to squirm in his chair as it starts to creak slightly. His breathing grows heavier by the minute. He grabs his chest and turns his head down into it. ‘OH GAWD BRICE I FEEL IT BUILDING UP INSIDE ME. IT HURTS SO MUCH BUT IT ALSO EXCITES ME MORE THAN EVER.’ *voice deepens* ‘OHH MAN, IT IS MOVING TO THE SURFACE JUST LIKE I AM ABOUT TO ERUPT LIKE A VOLCANO.’ Brice’s eyes grow large as he sees his friend’s back expanding rapidly as he gasps for air. His shirt begins to shred under the sheer size of his muscles. Seams split in his pants as the chair crumbles beneath him as he falls to the ground. Muscles grow everywhere as Brice can see Owen’s face beginning to change shape. The man looks up as his glasses fall to the ground and shatter. His green eyes have now turned yellow as his massive chest makes quick work of his shirt as the material falls to the ground in tatters. The growing beast gets up to stand as his shoes explode beneath him as his feet nearly double in size and appear to be getting longer. His toes get a new shape to them which alarms Brice to the point that he starts to mumble to himself. His quads grow fatter and more developed as his cock explodes through his underwear dropping them to the ground as his cock grows larger and longer. Even stranger now, the beast’s skin color is changing as it quickly moves down from his head which no longer has any hair on it to his feet. His formerly normal skin tone is now grey. His body hair is minimal now besides the goatee on his face. The creature turns to his side and laughs as his huge ass presses up against the bars exposing his throbbing hole. Brice involuntarily moans as he sees this and feels an erection building in his pants. ‘OH GAWD NO, YOU ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME GIVE IN AREN’T YOU?’ The beast moans in delight as a tail begins to grow from just above his bubble butt. It flies out of his enormous back and sits close to the ground in the cell as it flails about. Brice jumps up and yells in fright as he realizes that his friend is actually a demon. It turns back around and starts to shake the front of the cell like it is taunting him. It laughs again and starts to bounce its giant cock at him. Once again, Brice can feel his cock stirring as he feels his temperature heating up. ‘STOP DOING THAT! I WON’T GIVE IN…..PLEASE STOP!’ The huge beast flexes its engorged 24” pythons and rips the doors off the front of the cell. Brice jumps back and tries to climb up the wall away from Owen. The man creature grabs him and pulls him down on the ground as it shoves its long tongue down his throat so he can’t say anything. Brice starts to convulse as his body involuntarily gives in to the demon’s advances as he no longer has any type of control. It locks its lips on his and begins to push the entity from within Brice to the surface. The 350 pound creature continues to summon the beast inside Brice as it wraps its giant arms around him and rubs his back forcefully. Brice feels his body go stiff as the change begins. He can feel the hair on top of his head starting to fall out as the man demon Owen makes him flex his biceps. He peers over at them as his eyes enlarge noticing them growing rapidly rising ever higher. The fact he is nearly nude makes the growth cycle commence even quicker as he feels his back popping and stretching further outward. He still cannot make a sound as the pain intensifies. He winces as tears roll down his face. Owen pulls his tongue out of Brice’s throat to lick the tears off his face as he watches his friend change even further. The man demon caresses him as his abs grow and thicken as well as his pecs which blow up into huge slabs of granite. Just like with Owen, Brice’s quads explode in size pushing his legs further apart to make room for his growing cock which has already begun to thicken and lengthen.With the slit growing bigger, Owen leans down to shove his tongue inside and starts to lap up the juices that are beginning to flow through his cock. Brice’s face and head are now bare. He can feel the muscles tightening and growing at the same time as he realizes that he may lose his awareness soon. He feels his eyes starting to change from their blue color to the same yellow color of Owen’s. His feet are also changing as his toes thicken and lengthen at the same time. His pain threshold is now gone as it now turns to pleasure. He moans deeply as his voice changes dramatically. He reaches down with his new larger hands and pushes Owen’s face on top of his cock. The cum begins to build up quickly as Owen moans deeply too tasting the thick pre beginning to change over to the white stuff. Before long, Brice moans in his new gruff tone as Owen gulps down tons and tons of thick cum. His tail flaps wildly as his cock begins to spurt its own frothy load on to Brice’s new thick calves and feet. Brice sprouts a tail shortly after he finishes cumming down Owen’s throat. He pulls him off his powerful cock and shoves his tongue down Owen’s throat as the two huge muscular demons play tonsil hockey with each other. They are completely unaware that someone else has entered into the cell. After a minute of wrapping their tongues together they realize they are being watched. ‘Hello there men or shall I say pups. I see that you two have gotten acquainted with each other finally.’ Brice and Owen stare at each other and smile. Brice realizes that his mind is still intact but his voicebox isn’t the same. He tries to say something, but nothing comes out. ‘No no Brice, it is okay. You don’t have to speak to me I can hear what you say through your eyes and mind. Perhaps even Owen can help you out with your issue.’ Brice is beginning to feel a lot of contentment in his new body as he looks down and marvels at his new gray muscles and rubs them a few more times before leaning over to rub Owen’s chest and face. ‘I can see that you care about him Brice. I am glad that you have someone to help you transition. Just know that this form only appears when you are excited or feel the need to act.’ After taking a few more steps, Brice stares at the red-skinned behemoth and remembers that it is Cain Darkori. Cain shows his teeth to both man demons and warns them to not approach him as it isn’t safe at this point. He motions for Owen to move himself over to the other cell located beside Brice’s so that he can revert back to his old body. He wants Brice to watch carefully so that he is able to do it in a safe fashion away from anyone he cares about. Owen sits down on the ground as his tail begins to fall off and his face returns back to its normal shape. His body hair begins to sprout again as his muscles slowly shrink back down to their original places and sizes. Now drenched in sweat and completely nude, Cain walks over to him and pulls another pair of glasses out of his lab coat he is wearing and hands them to Owen. He extends a giant red paw out to Owen and embraces him. He then tells Brice to let his brain clear itself and to let himself revert back. Brice nods as he sits on the ground and attempts to do the same thing that he saw Owen do. His tail falls off and his body hair begins to grow back as he calms down. Before anything else happens though, he passes out as his muscles were beginning to shrink down again. Cain rushes over to pick him up as he senses there may be a slight difference inside of Brice’s body. Owen follows them into a separate area where Cain places him on an exam table. He rushes out as he starts to yell for Damien to come quickly. Owen looks down at his grayish-colored friend and wonders if something has went gravely wrong with Brice. At this point, the half man half demon has gotten his original face back but has retained various features of the creature like his coloring, his feet, and even his gargantuan cock. Owen keeps staring at it in awe as Brice bounces it for him. It is at this point that Brice can speak again and whispers into his friend’s ear. ‘Please you have got to relieve this load building inside me. It just keeps building and it is driving my mind crazy.’ Owen stands there and debates on whether he should even honor this request since it may be too dangerous. What would the Darkori’s do to him if he did in fact relieve Brice? ‘Damnit Brice, I…..can’t buddy……I don’t know what they would do to me if I did that?’ Brice moans deeply as he feels a volcano of precum flowing out the slit of his cock. He grabs Owen on the arm and pulls him towards the leaking pole. Owen tries to resist as he feels pre hitting him in the face. It immediately makes his body start to tingle as his mind begins to race wildly. Before he locks lips on the giant pole, he is thrown across the room and knocked unconscious. Brice yells, ‘NO! WHY?’ seeing his friend lying there motionless. Damien Darkori immediately locks lips on the leaking rod and pumps it quickly. Brice heaves his body up and down as he launches tons of seed down inside Damien’s body. It goes pouring down all over his bare red chest and face as he gulps as much down as he can. Cain watches in the distance as he picks up Owen and slings him over his shoulder. Brice’s feet finally return to normal as Damien finishes drinking down the massive gallon of cum that the man demon produced. He pulls the shrinking cock out of his mouth as it sits silently on Brice’s leg. Damien turns to look at Brice and smiles a bit before he turns around to leave the area. Brice jumps up quickly and realizes that his skin is still gray. Cain walks over to him and puts his free hand on the scared man’s shoulder. ‘I know what you are thinking Brice, but I am here to tell you that being gray isn’t so bad. Look at it as a stepping stone to something better. You are not the same human anymore, you are something far better. I suggest you stay here overnight so me and Damien can help you with your diagnosis. Don’t worry about Owen, he took a licking but he will be fine.’ He pats the helpless man on the back and turns to leave the area. Brice goes back to the table and sits down with his hands on his face. He begins to wonder what will happen next as he ponders his next move.

Chapter 1 – The Magician The streetlights flicked on, signaling the start of the evening. The clouds drifted over the cobalt sky and the moon made its presence known. A cloaked man sat down at a table underneath on of the dim lights. The table had an ornate blue tablecloth and a single deck of cards on top of it. He sat and began to shuffle the deck mindlessly. Humming a verses of a hymn to himself, he finished shuffling the deck. He straightened the tablecloth and carefully set down the deck. This man was by no means a hustler or gambler. He was a fortuneteller, a reader of the cards. He folded his hands on the table and sighed. With his face looking to the stars he murmured, “Let’s see if I can find someone tonight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --- - Malcolm was on his way to his debate team competition. His skinny body scurried along the sidewalk in a hurry. He was going to be late and it was already getting dark out. He waited at an intersection and waited for the ‘go’ signal. His backpack weighted heavily on his weak shoulders, so he set it down and rolled his shoulders in relief. The last sliver of sun slipped under the horizon as he waited impatiently. He checked his watch several times. After growing too impatient he peered around the corner and wondered if he could use that street as a shortcut. He glanced and his watch once again and made a decision. His hand grabbed his backpack by the top handle and he turned the corner. He tried to go at a jog but quickly tired himself. He dropped his bag and put his hands on his knees as he panted. “No wonder Rod and the rest of the wrestlers tease me during gym. I can’t run to save my life.” In truth, Malcolm was no athlete. Brains were his companion, specifically his knowledge of strategy. It was the reason he had decided to join the debate team, but he found no real comfort there either. Nathan, the captain of the Debate team, was no better to Malcolm than Rod or the other wrestlers. It is often said smarter people can be more damaging when they are the bully, and for Malcolm, that is true. Malcolm was used to the jeers from the wrestlers about his lack of athleticism, but his captain insulted him on an intellectual level. This destroyed most of his confidence, of what little he had. The only reason he stayed with the team was due to his belief that if he left, the bullying would become even worse. No amount of strategic planning could get him out of the mess he was in now. He planned to just take a quick nap to look refreshed for the debate, but ended up oversleeping. Rushed out of the house with his bag, but forgot to wear an undershirt and grab a tie. He knew just how Nathan would get onto him for this. He sighed and finally looked at his surroundings. A look of pure panic overcame his face as he realized the area looked unfamiliar. He was lost. His head frantically searched back and forth for some way to get him back on track. “I’m definitely going to be late now,” he thought as he mentally kicked himself for not waiting for the signal to change. The street was dark and no cars could be seen. All of the stores and building were closed, even a few were boarded up. The streetlights dimly illuminate path forward. He sighed again and began to walk forward hoping he could find somewhere to get his bearings. The only noise that could be heard was his backpack being dragged behind him. He somberly looked ahead and noticed a man’s shadow under one of the streetlights across the street. A little light of hope lit inside him. His pace quickened slightly, “Maybe I won’t be so late.” As he drew closer to the figure he realized the figure was sitting and cloaked. He slowed back to his original pace as some apprehension came over him. Beginning to wonder if it was safe to approach the figure, he came to a stop. He could hear his own heartbeat and he began to breathe hard, but as much as he wanted to, he could not approach the figure. “I know you are lost,” he heard out of nowhere and became startled. “Excu-cuse m-m-me…” he said softly. “No need to be frightened. Come over here and let me show you the way.” A voice that sounded like it came from the direction of the figure. Malcolm meekly walked forward and to the front of the table. Before Malcolm could say a word, the man took a deck of cards and laid some of them out in front of Malcolm. “Pick one,” he said in a gentle tone. Confused, he picked one up and showed it to the cloaked man. The card was not a playing card like he expected it to be; instead it was extremely ornate with an image of an infinity sign over fire with a male figure seeming to direct the flames. He looked up from the card and saw the man’s face was obscured by the shadow of his hood, but Malcolm could just make out a smile from the man. “Ah, the Magician,” once again Malcolm was taken aback by the man’s voice. “You see boy, I don’t read maps, I read the cards. I can see in your future lies confidence in both yourself and your use of knowledge.” There was a serious note to his voice that creeped Malcom out a little. Malcolm looked away and thought to himself, “What a waste of time.” But as soon as he said it the man pointed his finger down the dimly lit street. “Now go or else you are going to be late,” the man said, surprising Malcolm as he left with his bag in hand. --- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Malcolm walked down the empty street, extremely weird out by the encounter with the cloaked man. A shiver ran though him as he thought about getting a jacket, but the cold stopped bothering him a few minutes after. He reasoned it was because he was working hard enough just to lug around his backpack. Sweat began to form on his pasty skin. Stopping for a moment, he caught his breathe and set down his bag. “Whew. Why is it so damn hot?” He said, tugging at his collar. His watch felt tight and he loosened it back a hole, then two holes. He then noticed the time, “Shit I’m gonna be so late.” Malcolm had never been the one to cuss often, but this night was considerably stressful for him. He threw his bag onto his shoulders and moved at a brisk pace down the lane. He didn’t seem to realize that his backpack did not feel as heavy as it did before. His shoulders now had more meat on them than they had minutes beforehand. In fact, his shoulders also widened to match their new thickness. Because his shoulders were so wide, instead of a v-taper, they gave his torso more of a T-shape. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he rolled his shoulders causing his shirt to stretch a bit. The shirt itself had become darkened by his profuse sweat. He wiped some sweat from his brow, thinking nothing of how his bicep bunched up in his sleeve. When he walked, his shoulders and arms now had a swing to them thanks to the new found muscle mass. The now dark blue fabric was pulled taught over his biceps, not to the point of tearing, but tight enough to easily show them off. Had there been no sleeve at all, one could see the veins begin to snake down the meaty limb. He came to a pause again to rub his shoulders. He could not remember why he was feeling so sore tonight. His right hand moved to his left shoulders and massage the pumped muscle. As he squeezed it, his knuckles cracked and widened. This was followed by each thin finger crack, lengthening, and finally thickening until they looked like the hand of a person who was well versed in the ways of weightlifting. His left hand mimicked the transformation when he rubbed his right shoulder. He shook his shoulders afterwards, forgetting about the momentum they now carried as his backpack swung from side to side. It did seem to loosen him up, but he still felt uncomfortable. As he swallowed he realized he had buttoned his top button in his rush to leave. Mentally facepalming himself, he undid the top button and let his neck breathe. He rubbed it as he cleared his throat. His adam’s apple was now prominently displayed on the column of corded muscle. He cracked his neck and realized how much time he had been wasting. “Fuck, I gotta get moving,” he said in a much lower voice than before. Even when he talked normally it sounded commanding and confident. The only words that could describe Malcolm’s current gate would be awkward and comical. With each step his shoulders moved in an exaggerated motion. His arms swung in a wider radius due to the motion of his shoulders. All the while, this did not bother him, his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about where he was going and why he was so damn sore. He grumbled to himself as his thoughts jumbled about in his head. He knew he was going to a competition, but a thought lingered in the back of his mind that he had just come from one. He was contemplating how he would go into the debate. Would he charge straight at his opponent or let the opposition think they have the advantage and flip them over? He mulled it over in his head. Shaking his head, brown locks of hair grew out as he cleared his mind. He needed to get his head out of the previous match. “A match. Oh yeah! My match.” He grumbled to himself as he sped into a brisk jog. Each leg began to bulk up into strong pillars of muscle. His calves became firm and began to take on a diamond shape. Veins snaked in both directions from his calves towards his feet and thighs. As they spread, his legs lengthened from an average 5’7” to a more confident 6’ stature. The added five inches seemed to make him adjust his gait to show off more confidence. His thighs had begun to push against his pants as they widened. And with large thighs comes a matching set of glutes which promptly strained the back seams of his pants. Each pump of his veins added more definition and strength to his upper legs. This effect quickly trickled down his legs and sculpted his calves into pistons of hard muscle. One step forward caused his right foot to burst out of his shoe, lengthening and widening from its previous size 9 to a proper size 13. Another step had a nice Nike shoe reform around his larger foot. Two more steps and the process was repeated by his left foot. His lower body had been remade to push himself towards his opponent and knock them down. His underwear began to stretch and switch from being made of cotton to being made of Lycra. It snuck down each leg slightly and began moving up his abs and back. As the lycra crept over his torso, new memories crept into his mind. He was coming from a match, but also going to one. The lycra moved over his pecs, his nipples now big enough that they evidently pushed against it. He was going to a debate match, but what match was he coming from? The material slipped over his wider back. The match had to do something with his pumped muscles, but what kind of match would do that? The lycra split and formed two straps over each of his arching traps. It was really bugging him; how could he forget something so soon? The material tightened over his muscles forming into a dark blue singlet with his school’s mascot on the front. He was the star wrestler of his high school varsity team. The realization lit up his face as he finally figured it out and his confusion quickly left his mind. This realization also brought the transformation to his head. Melcolm’s neck thickened to one that was namesake to his sport. His jaw chiseled itself until he was almost GQ model worthy, but that was only a matter of time until it surpassed GQ model worthy in the coming years. Stubble poked its way out of his chin, giving him some designer stubble. It was a chocolaty brown, just like his hair that had begun to curl slightly at the end. His lips puffed out just slightly and adjusted to give him a slight cocky sneer. Melcor pulled out his phone and texted a “Where r u?” to a contact named Rod on his phone, which had been his watch moments earlier. He slipped the phone into his pocket of his dress pants and readjusted his black tie that he didn’t have moments beforehand. Just a few moments later he received a text back from Rod that read, “Was still at the meet. Had to talk to coach about moving up a weight class. Plus had to pick up YOUR jacket that you forgot. Be at the crossing in a min.” Meyer smacked himself in the forehead as he moved to the intersection a few feet ahead to look for Rod’s car. How could he have forgotten that he asked his boyfriend to pick up his jacket that he needed for the Debate competition tonight. He knew Nathan wouldn’t get on his best guy for being a little late, but forgetting to dress properly was unforgivable. Sure enough, a once unfamiliar car pulled up beside Meyes as the doors unlocked. He got inside and Rod from the wrestling team in the driver’s seat. Rod’s face was slightly unfamiliar. I wasn’t the harsh look Malcolm had been used to, it had a kind demeanor that Meyer loved. Rod was no longer a bully, but instead protected the nerds from bullies, which Meyer loved. Meyer was still staring at Rod when he began driving again, but hit a red light. “What?” Rod asked as he slowed the car to a stop. “Nothing… Just looking at how beautiful you are,” and he moved over and planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sun finished setting as the fortune teller smiled. He packed up his cards for the night and retreated into the shadows…

Despite feeling invigorated from his visit with Dr. Darkori the first time, Brice Hanley has returned to having energy problems like before. It has been close to six months since his last visit with the gorgeous red doctor and was hoping to hear from his office again, but has yet to do so. As a result of his low energy yet again, he returns to see his primary physician Dr. Orleans. The handsome doctor greets him once he enters the lobby which seems really strange to Brice. ‘So you are having the same problem as before?’ he says with a concerned look at his face. ‘I want you to follow me into my office.’ Brice stays behind him and smiles as he stares at the sexy doctor’s wide back and even mumbles under his breath. The doctor directs him inside and closes the door. Brice sits in one of the leather chairs in front of Dr. Orleans desk as the hunky doctor sits in his chair. He opens up the energy deprived man’s file and has an interesting look on his face. ‘I am actually one of Damien’s close friends,’ Dr. Orleans says to Brice. ‘We met several years ago and he gave me a few solutions to problems that I have. I used to have a lot of pain in my head, but Damien made a serum specifically designed for me. It takes quite a bit of time to do because he has to make it just right or it won’t be successful.’ Brice constantly stares at Orleans huge arms and wants to ask him about them. ‘How did you get your arms to look like that?’ he asks. ‘Ohh, good question,’ Orleans flexes his biceps as they become engorged with blood and swell to make the veins and vessels look like nets. ‘His serum actually boosts the body’s testosterone level so I was able to lift heavier and grow much quicker. Now I can’t cure your problem, but I can give you a temporary fix to your problem.’ Brice seems quite interested in what he means by this. ‘So…..what is the temporary fix then?’ Dr. Orleans gets up to close his blinds and lock his door. ‘Call me Devin by the way, I feel as if we are going to be friends after this.’ Orleans takes his jacket and shirt off and reveals his thick muscled hairy chest as he pulls his loafers and unzips his dress slacks as his big cock flops out as he slides them down and off of him. ‘WHAT IS THIS?’ Brice yells out. ‘This is my solution Brice to your problem. I can’t supply what Damien supplies, but I can certainly make you feel well for at least the time being.’ He walks over to the deprived man and sits his cock on his shoulder. Brice’s eyes get huge and seem almost embarrassed that he had a major crush on Devin for so long. ‘Don’t be afraid to touch me Brice, I am willing to give you the nourishment you deserve.’ Brice takes his right hand and slowly starts stroking Devin’s cock as he moans. ‘Damn, that feels good man. It has definitely been a while since I have relieved myself. Go ahead and put it in your mouth.’ Brice turns his head and slowly starts swallowing the doctor’s thick rod. He tastes the sweet juices that have started to ooze from the piss slit and begins to suck harder. ‘MMMMM feels good Brice, feels really good. I don’t want you to stop okay, just keep going and drink whatever comes out.’ Brice moans loudly as he moves faster and faster making the doctor rub his own body and moan himself. The tired patient rubs the doctor’s balls and feels how full they are as he explores Devin’s body feeling his tight abs, back, legs, and pecs. He squeezes the doctor’s gorgeous hairy pecs and pinches his nipples for him. Devin rubs Brice’s head as he gets him closer to the edge. ‘That’s it a bit more man and you will have your medicine…..GOOD MAN…..OH YEAH GOOD MAN!’ Brice feels it moving up into the cock as it begins to contract and squirts jet after jet of thick cum down his throat. He moans in ecstasy as he continues to drain the doctor of his spunk. ‘YEAH KEEP GOING BRICE, THERE IS MORE IN THERE.’ Brice feels more cum moving up into Devin’s cock as it starts shooting more cum down his throat. He shutters as it starts to fill up his belly. ‘Okay okay, that is enough man. I think you drained me dry now.’ Brice feels insanely horny now and wants to fuck the doctor so he pulls his shirt off and undoes his jeans to pull them down. ‘What are you doing Brice?’ Devin says. ‘I have to fuck you Devin, I don’t have a choice, I am compelled to fuck you.’ The doctor smiles at him and goes to lean over his desk awaiting Brice’s hard dick. Brice gets up and pulls his underwear off to shove his cock up inside the doctor. Orleans moans as Brice feels more energized now than before and thrusts in and out of him. The doctor moans a little louder as Brice feels his cum starting to build inside his balls. ‘Feels great Brice, fill me up if you want man,’ the doctor says as he is being shook. ‘Uhh here it comes doctor Orleans…..’ The spry patient thrusts every time he shoots a rope inside the doctor and moans. Devin laughs a little as he feels it moving up into his intestines. Brice slaps his ass a few times making his bubble butt shine in the light bright red. He pulls out of him not long after he stops cumming and sits in the leather chair again. Doctor Orleans sighs and goes to put his clothes back on. He sits down in his chair again and puts his arms on his desk. ‘Well, that was refreshing Brice,’ he says with his arms. ‘I think I am done with you at this point, I will give Doctor Darkori’s office a call and see if they can speed this process along.’ ‘Thank you so much doctor for your help, I feel a lot better now.’ Brice gets up to put his clothes back on and opens the office door. Devin’s nurses and patients in the lobby stare at Brice as he walks out of the office, all sweaty and red from the sex. He smiles as he gets into his car and goes back to his house. He goes back inside and his landline phone rings. He picks it up and the receptionist at Darkori’s office tells him that the doctor is ready to speak to him. Brice hangs up and gets back into his car to drive over to Darkori’s office. He walks in and the receptionist tells him to go ahead and go on back that the doctor will be waiting for him in the hall. As he enters, he sees the muscular red skin that he so wanted to touch again near the end of the hall. Halfway down, the doctor turns and gives Brice a big smile. His white teeth shine as his groomed beard and brown eyes make Brice swoon just a touch. The doctor puts his hand out to shake Brice’s. ‘Hello again Brice, nice to see you,’ he says as he puts his hand on Brice’s shoulder and leads him into an exam room. ‘Have a seat buddy so I can talk to you.’ Brice sits on the exam table like before and wonders if he will have a similar experience as before. ‘I know what you are thinking Brice, but this time will be different. I can sense that you have already had sex today.’ Brice looks down at his body and wonders how the doctor knows this. ‘I can actually smell it on you…..so Devin let you have some of his cum, hehe I am not surprised that happened.’ Brice starts asking Damien questions about why he has red skin and Doctor Orleans has regular skin, but has healing properties. ‘Well, Doctor Orleans had health problems too so I concocted a formula for him and now he is healthy. His cum is pretty potent I have to say, at least for the type of guy he is.’ ‘But why do you have red skin? I just want to know.’ Damien stands to lift his undershirt and walks over to Brice to let him feel his chest. ‘Just touch and feel my skin Brice.’ Brice puts his hand out and feels the texture and how different it is from his own. ‘You have no hair follicles on your body do you doctor? Well on your face, but that is strange.’ ‘It is true it is strange, but I am from a foreign place too.’ Brice seems genuinely intrigued by him. The doctor tells him he will be back in a minute to retrieve something. When he returns, he is not alone as a huge red-skinned man comes in with him. Brice stares at the hulking brute as he stands in the doorway. Damien smiles and puts a jar on the countertop behind him. ‘Brice let me introduce you to my brother Cain. He is also a doctor.’ Brice barely says anything as the massive man in front of him walks forward to shake his hand. ‘Hello Brice, glad to meet you. I know my appearance is shocking, but Damien invited me in today to work with you.’ Brice says softly, ‘to work with me……how?’ ‘Well, we worked together on that jar over there and finally came up with the right combination for your body. We just need to put a little bit more into it to make it strong enough to keep you healthy from now on,’ Cain calmly says. ‘So what you are saying is…..wait…..oh gawd…..really?’ Brice realizes that they mean more cum and whose are they referring to? ‘So what do I do doctors? Do I have to service one of you or what?’ Both Damien and Cain smile and drop their pants at the same time as their throbbing red cocks start dribbling precum. They both say, ‘both of us’ at the same time. The two red skinned doctors move closer in to where Brice is sitting as he has two huge cocks in his face and starts to slowly stroke them. ‘Am I going to regret this since I know what happened to you last time Damien?’ Brice says with anxiety. ‘No, should be alright this time man, at least I hope it is.’ Brice looks up at him with a worried look on his face as he continues to stroke them slowly. Cain puts his hand on Brice’s shoulder as he is being stroked and starts to growl lowly under his breath. Brice catches his thick pre and moans really loud. ‘OH GAWD THIS TASTES INCREDIBLE.’ He speeds up on Cain working him over and over trying to get him to feed him. ‘YEAH BUDDY, YOU WILL GET YOUR REWARD, OPEN WIDE!’ He sprays Brice’s throat with his solid cum and nearly knocks him back. Brice starts to shake wildly after consuming it. The Darkori’s wonder if this was such a good decision, but Brice stops shaking after a few seconds. He gets back up and smiles. ‘MMMMM it was so good doctor, you made me lose consciousness.’ Cain smiles and puts his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Brice works Damien over now making him start to buckle a bit. Cain tries to make Damien control his urges by talking to him. ‘Don’t let it take you over brother, I know you can control it.’ Damien starts to sweat like he did before, but Cain tries to distract him to keep him from ‘changing’. Brice can feel Damien’s load building as it starts to flow up into his cock. Damien yells as Cain wraps his arms around his waist to keep him from giving in to his need to grow. He shoots a massive load down Brice’s throat making the red doctor shake in agony as he feels a surge flowing through him. Brice finishes drinking his load and moves out of the way as Cain yanks Damien away to sit him in a chair. He can see that this may end up being troublesome and tells Brice to leave the room while he tries to calm his brother down. Brice rushes down the hall as he hears Cain yelling at Damien telling him to calm down and to not let the urges try to control him like they did with him. Brice seems intrigued that Cain would say something like this and realizes that Cain went through the same process and was permanently stuck in this giant unnatural looking body. After about five minutes, Brice is called back into the room as the two doctors sit across from each other. Cain has to sit in two chairs considering how huge he is. Damien is breathing extremely heavy and obviously was going through some growth spurt as his undershirt is ripped open and his lab coat has seams busted in it. Cain smiles and says that everything will be fine for now and that they need him to bust a load into the jar since he has both of their loads inside him. His mixed together with theirs will complete the serum and they can move forward with it. ‘So all I have to do is cum into that jar and you can complete the serum for me?’ Brice says to Cain. ‘Yes sir that is it. We would have it ready for you before you leave today.’ ‘Ummmm okay, I suppose I should get to it then.’ Brice undoes his pants and pulls his undies off to start jerking his cock as Cain puts the jar below him on the floor. As the white patient continues to jerk his cock, Cain lifts the lid and the contents begin to start swirling making Brice very nervous. ‘What the hell is going on……why is it moving like that?’ Cain tells him to relax and just continue. As he gets closer to cumming, the mixture begins to move up the jar closer to the opening. Brice begins to feel a strange aura around him as he continues to jerk off, he can’t seem to stop now as if he is being forced to continue. ‘YES CUM BRICE LET IT COME TO YOU!’ Cain seems to be summoning the mixture to the surface now. Brice begins yelling as he feels his cum pouring out of the piss slit. The mixture in the jar flies into the air and collides with his cum as it pushes its way into his cock. He screams in agony as the huge amount of liquid forces its way inside him. Cain laughs as Damien seems to be sweating again. Brice nearly loses consciousness as the mixture moves its way throughout his body. Cain walks over to him on the exam table and picks him up. He carries him into an area that hasn’t been seen before as Brice barely sees anything as his body is too tired to even react. Cain puts him in a holding cell and closes the door behind him. Brice finally passes out as his body begins to change on the inside.

Here's the next part. Enjoy! Camp Myosin Part 5 Day 50 Hey Journal, I almost forgot to write into you this week with all that happened. First, I don’t know who started it, but some of the smaller campers started to walk around in their jockstraps. It’s only a few, but they were the small campers. They may have a good physique, but they aren’t big enough to just walk around like that. They have to be at my cabin mates’ size to be able to walk in their jockstraps. If you looked at us, you probably mistake us for being professional bodybuilders. But that isn’t the big news this week. Heh, big like my biceps and chest, they’re so fucking big! Anyway, I took a notice that a lot of us campers were getting hornier to the point that we masturbated out in the open and didn’t care who say, myself included, but I had Dan to go to if I needed sex. And he’s always there to provide it, complementing me on my size as he pounds my ass. I made the mistake one morning of jacking it off in front of Jorge while waiting for everyone else to finish their hill run. It had gotten so easy and boring especially since I did it twice with the weighted vest at 450 lbs. I was just so hard that I masturbated, feeling my muscles thinking that he wasn’t looking, but he turned around and I saw that he was hard, as well. He pushed me on my back and said that if I wanted to take care of my tool, I had to take care of his first. He then pulled out his thick cock out of his shorts and pointed his cockhead at my mouth. It was then that I started performing my first ever blowjob. It was long and thick and even I was amazed that I could even get his cockhead into my throat, let alone my mouth. He face-fucked me rapidly and I could smell the musk coming off from him so intensely, that I didn’t notice that I was rubbing Jorge’s quads, hams, and glutes. He was so fucking thick everywhere and when he said that he was cumming, he exploded into my mouth and I swallowed all of his cum. Excuse me one second. Just writing what happened got me so horny that I had to turn around and quickly jack off to get my boner down. Anyway after swallowing some of his cum, Jorge pulled me up and said to get over to the obstacle course and that when I’m finished with it under 6 minutes, he said that I can leave early. He put his cock back in his shorts and slapped my big ass to get me going. I left just as soon as I saw Bill coming down the hill, looking tired and horny and I thought that I saw Jorge give off a horny look again, like he was going to do the same with Bill. It was later that day that as I was finished eating my lunch that Bill finally came back and he was wearing just a jockstrap. Jorge must have done more with Bill than I thought, because Bill looked like he just got some. I would say that was my only sexual experience that week besides with Dan, but I was wrong. On another day, as I was finishing up with eating my fifth portion of lunch, I decided to take my time with it, because it was so fucking delicious. I felt that this food was making my muscles growing it tasted as good as it was like having sex. Before I knew it, I was by myself with Gustav. He called me into the kitchen for some help with the dishes and spoken in that fucking amazing accent of his, that I get hard just imagining it. Excuse me again. Had to jack it off again, and some of the cum got on my abs, but never mind that. Gustav told me to clean some of the dishes while he had to prepare tonight’s dinner already. I felt that it was too soon, but he said that feeding us growing guys with good food was a pleasure and that he didn’t mind. I forgot that a bunch of us were eating his food every day, like we hadn’t eaten in months. The smallest of us ate his food up to fourths per meal. I was putting some plates away and I notice that Gustav was just wearing a jockstrap under his apron, He had a great ass under all that Russian muscle, he looked like one of those huge European bodybuilders, like Markus Ruhl or Alexey Lesukov. I was so snapped back to reality when he wanted me to taste test his food for dinner. I grabbed a plate and he piled his food onto it. I took a forkful and swallowed it, the food was so fucking delicious that I moaned. He then said, in Russian accent of his, “My food is good, because this really enjoyed it.” He grabbed the front of my shorts and rubbed my cock. I moaned loudly from that action that I didn’t even notice him taking off his apron and jockstrap. Hell I didn’t even notice when he took off my shorts and jockstrap. He continued to complement me growing so huge and muscular and that I would be manly in his hometown. I didn’t hear everything, because I was still eating his food. He sat down on the floor and pulled me close; I didn’t even know what he was doing. I so then felt it; he had me sat on his cock. I was riding him, but didn’t even fully register it, because of the food I was eating. I now understood why that guy from that Dodgeball Movie did that with his food. I heard Gustav saying “Yes keep eating, make you grow bigger. Make you bigger in muscles and cock.” I was about to say something, but he then put his mouth on my cock and started licking it. I was on cloud 9 at that point. I have not felt that much pleasure, that I came immediately and spurt all over Gustav’s face. He didn’t mind, because he exploded into me and with the food in my stomach, I felt satiated. He licked some of my cum and swallowed it and then said “MMmm, such a Manly taste. Just like Fred.” I then realized that I wasn’t the first one to get Gustav’s treatment. Fred must have gotten it from him before me. He helped me put my shorts back on and told me that he can handle the clean up and to enjoy the day. It’s been like that for the rest of the week, but not with me. What I mean is that wherever I go walking (or waddling at this point my quads are getting so big and beefy). I’m hearing sounds of moaning coming from all over. Inside the communal bathroom, mess hall, and the cabins. Over the obstacle course and by the lake. It’s starting to smell musky now wherever I walk. In fact I have to end it now, because the stench is making me want to jack off. Hope the others don’t mind a bit of mess in here. G’Night Journal Day 57 Journal I am loving it here at camp! Too bad, Dan said that next week is going to be the last week of camp. I am so much bigger than all of the other campers that when I wake up I have to ask my fellow cabin mates to help pull up my shorts over my huge thighs. The morning workouts are fun now, especially doing the hill run with 600 lbs on me, but with my thighs its more of a waddle. Even the food has gotten more delicious. In fact, a happy incident occurred in the mess hall. All of us campers were eating lunch in the cafeteria. Some of the campers from Gamma Cabin were ogling us Alpha guys and were starting to get boners. I whispered to my cabin mates and told them to flex. We all flexed our huge muscles on cue and made the entire Gamma Cabin cum, even the Delta Cabin jazzed as well. Apparently some of them had their dicks out so some of the cum landed in other campers’ food. When one of the other campers ate the cum-covered food, he consumed the entire plate rapidly. The cum actually heightened the taste and it wasn’t much later till we all had our cocks out to jizz onto our food and eat it. Amazing that we had much semen to cover our food for when we went up to our sixth serving. Soon some people stayed behind to help Gustav to clean up, more likely to lick the plates clean of cum and have some sex with the chef. Another fun incident occurred in the outdoor gym. It was at this point that I was the only camper to still wear my shorts, the others were all wearing just their jockstraps. I knew my shorts couldn’t hold out much longer, because earlier that day, my quads and hams were causing small rips in the leggings. It was just me and Bill, he was doing bench presses and I was doing some squats. I believe I was squatting more than 1000 lbs and I was in the zone. I kept doing rep after rep losing track of time. It wasn’t until I heard a loud ripping sound the breeze between my cheeks that my glutes ripped my shorts. I racked the weights back up when I heard Bill laughing very loudly when he saw the damage. I decided to show him who was boss and ripped what remains of my shorts away from my body. Then, I strutted over to where Bill was with my hard cock leading the way. I could tell Bell was horny as well because his hard-on was sticking up like a flag pole. I looked at the both of us and saw that I was finally bigger proportion-wise than Bill. I decided to prove that by lifting his legs onto my shoulders, pulled my jockstrap down, and rammed my cock into his ass. He moaned loudly as I kept pounding him on the bench, letting him know who was his better. It actually felt good to do some of the fucking for once and Bill obviously enjoyed it. I climaxed in his ass and saw his abdominals distend a bit from the amount. I went back to my cabin to rest a bit and left Bill there in bliss. It felt really good to strut in just my jockstrap that I half-consider to walk in the nude. When I got back to my cabin, I saw Fred was inside flexing in front of the wide mirror that they provide for us. I laid on my bed, looking at Fred flexing in the mirror. What I just noticed was that he actually got a V-taper, his waist has thinned enough to make him more like a bodybuilder than a powerlifter. He was still amazed about it himself. I got hard looking at him like that. He then walked over to his bed to get his camera underneath it to take a picture of his strong and thin abs. His ass was out in the open ready for fucking and I went right over and just fucked him there. I kept telling him how much of a stud he looked now with his six-pack and wide back. How it made him so sexy and beefy that I groped all of his muscles. We both cummed at the same time and relaxed on his bed. I soon ended up fucking the rest of my cabin mates, I fucked Sam in the lake, I fucked Robert in the communal bathroom, and Ben gave me a blowjob near the mess hall. I soon realized that they had fucked some of the campers, too and were just cool with it. We were all having sex with each other at this point and the employees promoted this behavior, especially by wearing more revealing clothing. Matt wore a thinner speedo, Gustav in nothing but an apron, Aiden wearing a thong, Jorge wore a black jockstrap, and Kyle wore very small briefs. I haven’t seen much of Dan, especially when I wanted to show him how much bigger I’ve gotten. It actually became a nightly tradition for me and my cabin mates to jerk off before we go to sleep in the nude. In fact I have to do it right now so I’ll have to end it for tonight. G’Night Journal

Written for and inspired by a friend, I wrote this one sided into - love to hear your responses or ideas on how to continue, or someone even want to write the other voice? Hey Man, hey. Hey. wake up! How are you feeling? You ok? Take it easy, don't try and move yet. Looks like it happened again while you slept. Yeah I'm certain it did. Just look at yourself. Maybe it wasn't sleep. Maybe you passed out so your body could cope. I thought it was over but looks like it wasn't. Shit, man I can't believe the size of you. I mean, I'm glad you came to me and I'm happy to help but I don't know - what? oh yeah I figured you would be so I brought you all this, tuck in. I don't know how much longer I can keep hiding you down here. Sooner or later someone's bound to notice. Hey man slow down! that's all the food in the house! Look neither of us know what's causing this. Can you stand? Ok I'll help ya. There ya go. Shit man, look at the size of you! You must have trebled in size in the past couple of days since you got here! You're huge, man. Seriously, if you could see what I'm seeing. Anyway, I mustn't get distracted. Look you were out a long time, I've done what I can for you. I've brought you all the old freeweights and bars I could get my hands on and I - what? Still hungry? Ok ok man, yeah I can hear your stomach rumbling but you can't see what I see. Looks like it's happening again, you're definitely swelling. Well, look that's what I'm trying to tell you.. I brought you these weights and stuff, it's not much but I figure you'll need to keep challenging your body. Hit the weights hard, keep an eye on the mirror. You gotta burn off this energy, this testosterone, this food consumption - yeah man I will. I'll go straight to the store in a sec but listen to me ok? And quit flexing, you can admire it all when I've gone. Look we've got to get this under control man. You're getting far too big, and too strong. everything about you is getting so huge. Don't get smart, yes I can see that part is growing too, but that's my point. I'm happy to help but soon it's gonna get too big for me to cope with, and so will the rest of you! Ok ok man, I'm going. there's a 24hour store not far from here. Will you do what I said though while I'm gone and see if you can burn some of it off? I dunno man, it's a thought is all. Trying to keep a level head here. We've got to get this under control, find out what's causing it... I mean, it's not like you want to get any bigger do you? Do you?

‘Damnit, not again,’ Brice grudgingly says as he wakes up late yet again after sleeping through his alarm. Getting ready for work has become a bit of a nightmare lately as his energy level has dropped off unexpectedly. He rushes into the bathroom and looks at his tired face staring at the dark circles under his eyes and wonders what could be causing this. He quickly brushes his teeth before going to put on his outfit to leave for his job in the factory. He tells himself that he needs to go see someone about this problem and contacts a good friend who knows of a particular doctor that can help him. He recommends a specialist, but says that Brice needs to see his regular doctor first to get a referral. After working the afternoon shift, Brice manages to get an appointment with his primary physician that same day. His doctor is a brawny guy who obviously has found time to get to the gym when he isn’t practicing medicine. Brice has admitted once or twice that he finds him attractive, but would never try to come on to him. His doctor finds this flattering, but he has been told this several times before and would just want to keep their relationship professional. He spends several minutes examining Brice for various things associated with low energy and administers a few blood tests. He tells him to come back in a few days since he will have his results back by then and to try and eat healthier from now on. After those few agonizing days, Brice returns to the office to get his review scheduled. His doctor comes walking out into the lobby to sit beside him. He tells him that his thyroid levels are quite off and his testosterone is really low and that is most likely the reason for his energy troubles. He tells Brice about a friend of his who specializes in those types of issues and to have an open mind because he is a bit different. Brice finds this compelling, but just wants this resolved as soon as possible. His doctor hands him a card and says that he can just walk into the clinic and they will schedule him there. After telling him about the specialist, the doctor gets up and goes back inside the office. Brice follows the directions to the clinic located on the outskirts of the city. What surprises him is it is a place he has driven past many times on his way to and from his job. It is a medical facility with many doctors including the one on his card, Dr. Damien Darkori. He walks into the main lobby and turns to find the office at the end of the hall. When he walks in, he notices how small the reception area is. There are three seats and two big buff guys are sitting in two of them. He goes up to the sign-in desk and is met by a hot male receptionist with bulging muscles. He is told to have a seat and it shouldn’t take very long to see the doctor. The other two men sitting beside him go into the office at the same time about five minutes after he sits down. This seems really strange to Brice that both men would go in at the same time. Not long after they go in, the door opens from inside the office and a red-skinned man in a lab coat emerges. Brice is stunned at first by the sight of a man with red skin, but at the same time is immensely intrigued. ‘You must be Brice Hanley,’ the doctor says with a smile. ‘Dr. Orleans called me earlier today and said you were coming to see me about an energy problem.’ ‘That is true,’ Brice answers. ‘Well, follow me into an exam room and we will talk about this.’ Brice gets up and follows him into the last exam room in the office. The doctor closes the door behind him, washes his red hands, and tells Brice to go sit on the exam table. The doctor moves his chair directly in front of Brice and places his big hands over top of the weary man’s thyroid. ‘I just looked at your chart before I came to get you and I think I have an idea of how to treat this,’ he tells Brice. ‘I hope so doctor,’ Brice says. ‘Let me just massage your neck and see if I can find anything,’ Dr. Darkori tells him. The tired patient starts to get fixated on the doctor’s big hairy rack that seems to be straining under the coat. Instead of being alarmed by his skin color anymore, Brice appears to be getting attracted to him instead. His nicely trimmed facial hair combined with his deep brown eyes, thick veiny arms, and huge legs are making Brice get hard. The doctor can feel it rising in his pants and is noticing how Brice is staring at him. He takes his hands off of Brice and gets up to stand. ‘I need you to take all of your clothes off for me so I can do a full body exam,’ he tells Brice. ‘What why?’ he says back. ‘I need you to trust me Brice. I promise I will not do anything to hurt you, I just need to know how bad your hormone deficiency is.’ Brice takes his shirt off first and then unzips his jeans to pull them off. His raging boner peeks out the top of his briefs. ‘It is fine to show it to me Brice,’ the doctor says while looking directly into his eyes. Brice pulls his briefs down making his thick cock flop down. The doctor goes to retrieve gloves and gets a bottle of lube out of one of his cabinets. He squirts a pile of it into his gloves and rubs his hands together. He moves over to Brice’s cock and starts stroking it. Brice lets out a moan as soon as Dr. Darkori touches it. He is amazed at how exhilarating it feels, even though he feels apprehensive about it too. ‘Let me do this Brice so we can determine the correct treatment,’ he says to him. The stroking makes Brice fantasize about having sex with the doctor as his mind wanders. Without thinking, his left hand finds itself on top of Damien’s cock which is located just beneath his scrubs. Brice feels the raging heat coming from it and even feels how hard it is. It is starting to make him ooze precum. The doctor stops stroking long enough to go over and grab a test tube and a petri dish to collect samples. He comes back to squeeze some of the precum into a test tube. Brice’s hand finds its way back to the hot doctor’s crotch. He is surprised when the doctor unties his scrubs and pulls them down revealing his thick red pulsing rod. Brice is amazed by the sheer size of it and lets out a moan. ‘If you need to stroke it Brice, then go ahead,’ the doctor tells him. ‘I do doctor, I just can’t help myself.’ ‘If it can make you cum for me, then so be it,’ the doctor realizes. His stroking gets louder as Brice makes slow strokes of his own on the doctor’s rod. ‘That feels really good Brice, but you may have to stop.’ The doctor appears to be sweating profusely and seems to be struggling with something. The doctor goes to lock the door and pulls his scrubs back up. ‘I…..may need to take a moment,’ he says with his back to Brice. ‘Was it something I did doctor?’ Brice asks. ‘Ummm, well you seem to have triggered something in me. I…..have to…..keep it under control.’ Brice starts to move towards the other side of the room as his cock gets softer over the stress. The doctor turns to look at Brice and looks as if he is about to have a breakdown. ‘Brice…..ahhh…..I have something to show you.’ Brice watches as it appears the doctor is transforming. ‘UHHH (deeper voice) yeah Brice I want you to take in my growing body.’ The doctor appears to be willing his muscles to grow at an alarming rate. The muscles are stretching and popping getting wider and thicker making his lab coat stretch to its limit. The hair on his body increases exponentially creating an intoxicating scent that spreads through the whole room. He rips his pants off revealing huge quads that have started to affect the way he stands. ‘UHHHH…..FUCK *rip* OH *rip* YESSSSS…..’ the doctor yells. He appears to revel in destroying his lab coat and watches as his body destroys every seam and stitch. Brice smells him from across the room and is getting wildly turned on by it as his cock springs back into its upright position. The doctor tears off the remaining material and motions for Brice to come over to him. ‘Brice…..(wipes the sweat off his chest), come over here and help me with something.’ Brice gets up and slowly walks over to the towering doctor. ‘I want you to suck my cock and swallow my load,’ the doctor says while looking down at the much smaller Brice. ‘I don’t know about this,’ Brice answers back. ‘I didn’t want to show this side of me to you yet, but you brought it out of me. My balls are producing tons of cum right now (places Brice’s hands on his grapefruit sized balls), I need you to empty them. The cum will repair your hormonal deficiency and much more.’ ‘Uhhh if you say so,’ Brice says and starts to massage the doctor’s huge rod. ‘Ahhh good man, keep doing that,’ the doctor says. Brice feels the doctor’s cock expanding in his hands as the cock head changes to a brownish color. ‘Keep stroking me Brice and swallow whatever comes out.’ Brice can feel the doctor’s body starting to pulsate as he locks his lips over the doctor’s brown cockhead. Brice sucks extremely fast making the doctor moan loudly. ‘FUCK YEAH LITTLE MAN TAKE IT…..’ Brice stops sucking to open his mouth and start swallowing the thick precum flowing from the cockhead. ‘Yeah little man, I want to see you change in front of me. You won’t be tired anymore after this, your body will change. AHHH YEAH, HERE IT COMES.’ Brice braces himself as dozens of thick ropey strands of cum go flying down his throat and into his stomach. He looks at his bulging stomach and wonders how this will help him. The doctor picks him up off the floor and sets him back down on the exam table. The doctor is soaked with sweat and stands in front of him. ‘What is going to happen to me now?’ Brice asks as he looks up at the big doctor. ‘Just relax Brice and let it repair you,’ he answers. Brice watches as his distended belly shrinks and the jizz gets absorbed into his body. ‘I feel a little better now,’ he says to the doctor. Brice can feel a rush of energy cascading to his feet and feels it starting to move its way up. ‘Uhh…. (stretch)what is happening (pop) to my legs….’ He looks down and watches in amazement as his feet start swelling and his calves start to grow wider and split into perfect teardrops. ‘Ahh gawd (pop) my legs feel like they are being pulled apart (stretch)….’ His quads and thighs are blowing up into huge trunks of hard muscle showing huge striations. He can feel his glutes inflating now into bowling balls. ‘OHH FUCK….. (pop) (pop)…..IT FEELS SO GOOD….’ ‘Just relax and let it take over,’ the doctor says as he tries to keep Brice under control. ‘WHAT…..ohh fuck it is moving through my cock. Damn, this feels incredible doctor.’ Brice watches as his ballsack expands filling up with tons of fresh spunk. ‘(stretch) OHHH GAWD I LOVE IT…..’ His cock begins stretching and pulling its way out from his body getting thicker and leaking precum. The doctor immediately starts pumping it. ‘Stay calm Brice and enjoy the rest of the experience.’ (pop) (pop) (pop) (pop) (pop) (pop) Brice’s stomach starts to react as his abs inflate and expand across his lower chest. ‘FUCK…..(stretch) (pop)…..ahh doctor I love it so much.’ Brice’s flat pecs make a huge exploding sound as they instantly inflate into huge boulders stretching his skin to its limit and pushing his nipples to the edge. Numerous popping sounds start emerging from his back as his arms are pushing outward to make way for his massive lats. He feels his back raging as his spine cracks and makes way for his immense back muscles. The feeling moves up to his shoulders and neck as he feels them start to expand. ‘AHH (voice deepens) YEAH (voice goes deeper) FUCK my voice is getting so deep…..’ It isn’t long before he sees his delts rise and inflate into huge walls as well as his shoulders fill out and up into round balls. ‘FUCK YEAH, give me monstrous arms, I want them so bad…..’ The rush finds its way into his arms which have involuntarily made fists. His cock bounces furiously as the doctor realizes Brice’s favorite area. At the same time, Brice’s head has even changed. (stretch) His face has a chiseled look to it now as his eyes have changed to brown from green and the hair on his head has thinned somewhat to make room for its additional girth. ‘OH FUCK YEAH…..FUCK YEAH…..’ (pop) (pop) (stretch) (stretch) (boom) he watches in amazement as his scrawny arms start to inflate rapidly. The veins are engorged with blood and the biceps balloon into softballs. His triceps grow into massive horseshoes taking up nearly the entire back part of his arms. With his fists still locked, he feels his fingers swelling up and putting pressure on the giant ball of muscle growing in his forearms. The sheer ecstasy puts him over the edge as the doctor feels the cum racing through his cock. ‘Let it all go Brice, hit me with it.’ The cum flies directly into the doctors chest and completely coats him. ‘OHH GAWD…..I LOVE IT SO MUCH….’ Brice yells. ‘Good because this is what your body has always needed,’ the doctor tells him. ‘Enjoy it because it only lasts a brief amount of time. You swallowed a lot of cum and the effects of that large quantity made your body respond in this way.’ The doctor wants Brice to cum as much as he possibly can while he is in this state. He gives him a jar to shoot in since there will be a lot of cum. The doctor stands beside him as he starts to jack off again. After a few more minutes, Brice shoots another massive load and then another one. Each time he gets smaller and closer to where he started. The doctor himself gets worked up and shoots a few loads into the same jar. ‘Thank you for your samples,’ the shrinking doctor says to him. ‘This will be used to make a vial of hormones specifically for you. When it is ready, I will call you back into the office.’ The doctor picks up the test tube on the counter with Brice’s precum before grabbing a robe by the door. He puts it on and leaves the room. Brice is completely soaked from this ordeal but manages to put his clothes back on before he goes out to see the receptionist. He is told that he will be contacted soon to come back in for a follow-up. He smiles as he leaves the clinic because he is feeling more invigorated than ever. He can’t wait until his next appointment with the hot red doctor.

‘What is going on here? Seriously what is going…….*sees Avi’s arms twitch* on? Huh? *stretch*’ Avi starts noticing that his body is changing as Alden smiles at him. The Lebanese kicker begins to feel tingling sensations moving up and down his arms. He looks down and gasps as he begins to feel them swelling up losing their hair as the muscles and veins grow. His olive skin starts to shine as the biceps blow up into huge softballs. He looks down at his swelling pecs as they retain their hairy nature pushing their way towards the top of his v neck. The tension begins to make the fabric start to fray at the center as they press against his huge new bull neck. His back starts to bust seams along the sides as his lats push their way free. Chad has a huge erection in his shorts that Alden can see clearly. The big jock seems dumbfounded as to how this could be happening. Avi’s growing quads make the fabric on his shorts squeal loudly as his cock makes quick work of his underwear underneath. It snakes its way out the top and sits on the growing slabs expanding on his stomach. The shirt quickly rips down the front as his chest gleans with sweat under the lights. His thick black fur and huge round pecs make Alden swoon loudly. His nipples have turned downward towards the ground. Without another second passing, Avi’s shorts explode revealing the rest of his huge Arabian muscles. His huge firm ass and large cock now fully visible as it swings slightly laying on his chest. It seems that Avi is remaining unchanged mentally from this crazy transformation too. He stands up and turns to slap his rod on Chad’s face. The shocked kicker takes a few moments and grabs the large hulk’s obliques to look up into his hazel eyes. Avi peers down at him and grins as he puts on a tough façade. ‘You know how to fix this don’t you Chad? Why don’t you give my cock a nice massage with your throat while you are pondering your thoughts?’ ‘Uhhh…..huh…..how did you do this? I…..gawd you look incredible Avi….i don’t normally do this but…..fuck I want to worship your body so bad.’ Chad feels the mountain of fur sitting on top of Avi’s chest muscles, but the big Arabian pushes his hands away and waves his fingers. ‘No Chad, cock only. Make me cum and maybe we will move on to other things.’ Chad looks a bit concerned as Avi reaches down and pushes his head into his cock parting his lips and sliding his huge cock inside. Chad chokes and even tries to resist as he struggles with the big Arabian but eventually gives in to his underlying desire to worship the stud. He works Avi’s cock over with his mouth long and hard as the huge hulk summons Alden over by him with his free hand. He looks into the black teammate’s eyes and plunges his tongue down Alden’s throat as he embraces him with his immense right arm. Alden moans loudly as Avi manages to pull his shirt off nearly ripping it. He lets go of Chad’s head to run his huge powerful hands on Alden as he pulls the smitten buddy’s shorts down to grab his cock. He strokes him until he is hard and pulls his cock out of Chad’s mouth. ‘I want you to service Alden too Chad. This is your payment to me for all of those times you were a complete tool.’ Chad seems understanding by this and turns to swallow Alden’s cock. After a few minutes of powerful sucking, the two friends begin smacking Chad in the face with their cocks. He sighs as he sits with his mouth open and his eyes closed. They take turns fucking his mouth before their moans get much louder. ‘Why don’t you cum all over him Alden, I’m sure he would love to be humiliated like he thinks I would be with him.’ Alden strokes quickly as he unloads all over Chad’s face and shirt before the kicker surprisingly turns to give a few licks to his cockhead as he tastes the cum hitting his tongue. He lightly moans as he shoves the black man’s whole cock into his mouth swallowing the cum that remains. Avi grabs him by his head and lifts him up to plunge his head into his chest demanding that he worship it. Chad tries to breathe as Avi smothers him with his enormous hairy pecs as Alden pulls the kicker’s pants down to slide his cock into his hole and starts working him over. Chad begins rubbing his hands all over Avi’s powerful muscles as the huge Lebanese hulk positions himself to join Alden’s cock inside Chad. They both manage to make room inside to fuck him synchronized. Chad runs his tongue up and down the Arabian stud nursing his huge pecs and nipples and yelling in ecstasy. Avi and Alden both moan deeply feeling their loads building as their cocks rub against each other vein against vein. Chad himself can feel a load starting to build as Avi reaches down and tears his shirt off to slap the kicker’s beefy back as Alden slaps his ass. ‘Oh fuck guys I had no idea I would love this so much, damn you two really know how to set me straight or rather…..gay.’ They both laugh at his comment as they fuck him harder making him shutter as he feels their cocks swelling inside him. They look at each other knowing it won’t be long before they lose their loads and pull out. Chad turns around and lies on the couch and starts wanking himself. Avi shoves his cock inside his mouth as Alden moves down to swallow Chad’s cock and begins to work him into a frenzy. The kicker moans as he feels himself getting ready to cum. The same can be said for Avi who starts to contract his muscles as Chad rubs them and stares into their beauty. ‘Ohh yeah Chad you do great at servicing me. Make me cum jerk……here it comes…..mmmmm feels so good…..’ Chad moans as he begins to taste Avi’s cum going down his throat and realizes that Alden is about to make him cum. The black sucker makes Chad hump his mouth as he feels his cum traveling into his cock. Alden pulls it out as a huge volcano goes flying onto the huge lebanese’s back as Chad moans letting a river of cum seep out of his mouth on to his body. His lustful eyes stay transfixed on Avi as he slowly rubs the huge man’s chest and arms. ‘Ahh that felt incredible Chad. I think that is enough for now. Did you learn your lesson?’ He pulls his cock out of the kicker’s mouth as Chad slowly nods in agreement. Alden kisses Chad’s cock and rubs the kicker’s huge muscly legs as he sits up to slap his own cock on them. Avi sits up to sit by Chad and begins to start shrinking. Chad looks in disbelief at the Arabian’s regression. By the time his revert is complete, Alden is ready to blow another load this time all over the kicker’s massive quads. ‘DAMN Alden, you fucking love my huge legs don’t you. Yeah man, fucking jizz all over them. I want to feel it.’ Alden moans deeply as he lets his cum fly all over Chad’s legs. He leans down to lap up the cum and lick Chad’s huge quads and calves. The kicker moans as he looks down and sees this happening. Instead of being irritated anymore, Chad’s demeanor has changed as he smiles at Alden. The black teammate goes to join both of them on the couch as Chad puts his arm around both men. He turns to give them both kisses on their lips and lays his head on them. ‘Guys, you both have made me feel better in this one night than I have felt in years. I secretly have been struggling with my sexuality since I could remember. I think I have feelings for both of you, but Avi…..i am sorry for making you feel insignificant. You as a hulk is…..insanely hot though. You have to do that again for me because I just lose myself.’ Chad turns to kiss Avi again and even nuzzles his head on his neck. Alden smiles at him as Avi looks very surprised. ‘I think I need to go home now guys.’ Alden says to them. ‘You don’t have to leave yet Alden. I think we could have some more fun.’ Chad says to him. ‘Nah I think you and Avi are compatible. I am just in the way of you two I think.’ Alden gets up to put his clothes back on and goes out the main doors as Chad and Avi say goodbye. End of Part IV and Story?

It was possibly one of the most divine sights to see on our planet. Two human specimens built so perfectly, so genetically healthy, entwined in a primal, loving embrace. Their bodies were made for nothing else other than to pass on as much of their genes as possible. No one could think otherwise in their presence, as a sexual energy flowed through them as though their form was otherworldly. Being in their vicinity was an aphrodisiac. And by chance, the two crossed paths. This was about a month ago, and they haven't stopped fuckin' since. The amazonian women shifted up and down the gigantic shaft, it stretching her to her limit. She was a strong one. Her musculature was hard, but kept a feminine softness to it, as a perfect layer of fat softened her curvy body. A body that could outperform some males in terms of strength, but carried such grace that that a ballerina jealous. From the perspective of the average man, her ass was gigantic. Two spheres, topped on thick thighs, pulsed as the throbbing member slide in and out, in and out. She was on top, on her knees and hands, over the massive man. Her hands rested her upper body weight on his pecs. Pecs that were more like slabs of meat. Her weight felt like nothing to him, and she was a big girl. Even strong men would be worry about their ability to lift the beauty. She rode him longer and better than anyone ever could in his life. Afterall, he was pretty sure he had the biggest penis to ever belong to a human being. He never, ever went balls deep. And this dark skinned goddess of the Levant took complete control of him. He flexed his wide core and pelvic muscles, performing a kegel, causing his dick to bulge. He saw it. She felt it, threw her head back, her thick black hair flailing wildly behind her. She responded, expertly controlling the muscles in her lower abdomen, tightening herself around the engorged member. Between her strong biceps, she squeezed her breasts, the only other chest that could compete with the man under her in size. She leaned downward, her breasts squeezed between their massive frames. The woman's kegel remained tight, acting like a natural cock ring to the man's penis. Now closer, she used the muscles in her proportionally small waist to rock her hips up the shaft. As she reached the top of the shaft, she released the kegel. She went down the shaft relaxed, kegeled when she got back to the bottom of the shaft, and moved upward again. The man kegeled while she relaxed, and relaxed while she kegeled. Back and forth they went. The energy built up inside of them. The rhythm picked up pace. The couple seemed to be energized. They moved faster and faster. Then... bliss Something more than an orgasm. Something more than a human being could ever feel. Something they had never felt before. It didn't end. their sight was overloaded, as though they blinded by a light, but without the burning sensation. Just a white flash, that slowly faded. The feeling remained, and they gazed into each other. Her breasts grew... against his swelling pecs. His hands grew around... Her lengthening torso. Her hips swelled in all directions... Creating room for his growing cock. His back lifted his body off the bed... Raising her growing form high upward. Her feet slid downward... Along his swelling thighs. His feet slowly moved off the bed... Followed by her hair. His growing lips embraced his.. . Held by his widening jaw... The unearthly feeling subsided, bringing them down to a state of humanly orgasm. The fluids poured out of them. She screamed in ecstasy, as it vibrated, swirled, and exploded throughout her entire body. His giant form flexed and exerted itself, pumping out load after load deep inside her. She fell limp, and he caught her, she shook slightly. The orgasm lasted for 20 minutes for both of them. They never thought it would end. They laid in embrace, their bed legs shattered under their weight. Her giant form laid across his bigger one. Slowly, sleep began to overtake them...slowly...little by little...everything grew dark... before the same energy slowly push the sleep away... The End.

My heart seemed to stop, but was really racing as I watched Colin in front of the scale. Without hesitation, he dropped his cargo shorts on the floor. Now I knew all along how strong his calves were. And in the light of the Coach's office, they looked massively powerful. But seeing his glutes in full view for the first time really drove home for me how much power he had gained. They were quite massive, and now I knew why he moved with such ease on the field. The briefs could barely contain all the solid muscle. Thick ropes of muscle snaked down his legs, and watching them twitch gave me chills. He turned slowly and I got a full view of his diamond shaped quads. They were perfectly symmetrical, and it became apparent to me that they had to be strong, to carry that dense upper body muscle. Even before he shed the hoody, I was amazed at how massively wide his shoulders were. Looking directly at me, Colin tugged down the zipper of his hoody. I could see underneath the collar of a flimsy tank top. It was one of my old tank tops...that I never wore because it was too loose on me. Without hesitating he pulled off the hoody. The first thing I noticed in the reveal was his delts. They truly were softball sized, and perfectly rounded. The size and thickness really added to his broad, imposing frame. And they needed to be big, to support he newly thick neck. My eyes instinctively drifted down to his biceps. Even relaxed, I could see the peaks and cuts in them, and I naturally compared them to mine. Looking at my arms, and back at his, which were clearly much bigger, Colin caught my eye. He must have sensed how my train of though came to a complete halt. He grinned, turned and let me see his thick triceps. I was still speechless as he said "python...is the word you are looking for Greg...python." He didn't even have to flex them for me to know he was right. He was now standing in front of me, in just briefs, and my too-big tank top. Needless to say, it appeared to be painted on his jacked up frame. His chest was as thick as the rest of him - defined and clearly quite powerful. Just from the size of his pecs, the tank top rode up on his torso, and there was about a 4 inch gap between the tank and his briefs. I could see the outline of a solid 8-pack cobblestone of abs. In a flash, he grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulled it up over his head, and I got a flash of the back of his powerful triceps. He tossed the shirt, turned, and stepped on the scale. The weights of the scale were still set at my weight, 150 + 44. As soon as Colin stepped on it, I heard the balancing bar clunk UP. He outweighed me. I was surprised, but he didn't seem to be. Coach Conway approached, his face as stunned as mine must have been. He started to move the lower weight from 44 up to 50. Colin just laughed, and I could see the power in his lats from behind. I was taking in the entirety of his massive Y physique, and was startled by Colin's voice. Very quietly, he said, "You need to start at 200 Coach." Coach Conway adjusted the weight to 200, and then slowly started to move up the smaller counterweight. 201. 202. 203. 204. The bar was still not in balance. Colin seemed to be relishing my and the coach's response. 205 206 Finally, the bar settled at 207. 207lbs. Colin had gained eighty-three pounds in just seven weeks, and now outweighed me by 13lbs. He turned and looked at the coach, and without the least bit of irony, he just said "big enough for the team now?" Without waiting for a response, he stepped off the scale. He just stood there, crossed his arms, which made them seem even more imposing. His very presence seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room. Coach Conway tried to gather his thoughts. He just said "That is a remarkable gain Colin, you have worked very hard." Colin studied him, and me. Then he just said "Now you can watch me work out on the field with the other players." Again, more of a statement then a question. Coach nodded, and told Colin to go change into his workout gear. As he turned to go to the locker room, I offered him his hoody. He just smiled and said "I won't be needing that anymore Greg." I watched as his powerful frame walked down the hall.

We're at the halfway point and by the views my first story is going great. Thanks for the views Camp Myosin Part 4 Day 36 This week has been great; I was the first to do something that no one else has done. I started the day by going around without my shirt. It felt a bit tight anyway and why should I hide my new muscles. I got a bunch of stares and left some hard-ons in the mess hall after I had my breakfast. I even got a compliment from that hard-ass Jorge as we went through the morning workout saying that I was looking bigger. It wasn’t until later in the day that I saw a bunch of other campers took off the shirts, obviously my cabin mates joined me in the shirtlessness. Fred’s stomach looks like a roid gut now, and it showed some signs of abs appearing. Robert was still the smallest of us, but he was filling out nicely looking like an amateur bodybuilder. Bill caught up to our height, but he still looked cocky enough that he was wider than me muscle wise, but I was heavier than he is. Sam and Ben looked about the same size as, but Sam had bigger quads and Ben had bigger arms. Seeing all this muscle was giving me a hard-on, but I can see that I was doing the same to them. It was also during this week that I notice some campers disappearing for a while, and then coming back looking satisfied. It was worse at night in the cabins; during sleep I could hear the noise of some moans from the other campers, like they were having sex. Funny thing is, that I was also affected, because I awoke to find that I jizzed my pants. I grabbed some clean underwear, shorts, and my towel, and quickly ran to the showers to clean myself. While taking a shower, I noticed my muscles and as I was soaping them up, it felt really good to touch them, especially my cock. It was weird, not bad weird, but good weird. As I finished my shower and put on my new clothes, I walked out to see Big Dan walking on the campgrounds. Without a shirt on! He saw me and was walking towards me. I didn’t notice before, but he does look better without his shirt, I don’t know why, though. He told me that I started a trend and now some of the employees are going without a shirt, himself included. Then he placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that I was getting bigger and looking really good. To hear such a compliment from a big guy like him, I couldn’t help but blush and I heard him say to keep growing as he left with a wink. When I saw him leave, I was staring at his muscular ass and realize that I got a hard-on. What got me wondering though was why I didn’t feel embarrassed about it. It’s probably nothing to worry about. Later Journal Day 43 Journal, I would not ever forget this week. It started with seeing the employees now going shirtless, the only exception was Gustav, but that’s because he had to wear an apron. And Matt is the only one who would wear speedos, and he did give us some to wear for when we want to go swimming, since all of our old bathing suits can’t fit us now, due to our muscular lower body. I started to notice something from the employees, whenever they look at us; I see some kind of semblance that they were getting boners. Maybe we were looking better than we thought if we were giving those guys a hard-on. I also notice that our cabin had the biggest guys out of the whole camp. The guys in the Delta Cabin looked like lightweight bodybuilders, those in Gamma Cabin looked like they were middleweight bodybuilders, and then those in Beta Cabin looked like light heavyweight bodybuilders. Finally, we of Alpha Cabin looked like super heavyweight bodybuilders, bordering on the size of the professional bodybuilders. It was great and weird at the same time. All this huge muscle felt really good, especially in the gym and when the campers saw my boner in the gym, I made a comment saying that it meant I had a great workout. I thought it was time to talk to Dan about what was going on. I haven’t been here since that incident that night 2 weeks ago. I never forgot that scene, and sometimes when I need to masturbate, I remember that scene to help me explode. Back then it worried me, but now it felt hot to remember. What was happening to me to make me feel so open about that? I knocked on Dan’s door and asked if I could come in and he said it was okay. I walked in and saw big Dan looking somewhat sexy, wearing just his shorts. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and Dan snapped me back to reality by asking me what was wrong. I told about how were growing big at an rapid pace and how we were feeling more open about our bodies and I told him about the time that I heard him in the building that one night. Dan just sighed and said that we shouldn’t feel ashamed about our bodies. He walked closer to me and stated that we had big bodies, that guys would work years for to get close to. He also reminded me that we were being prepared for when we are going to be counselors ourselves in other camp areas so we had to look the part. I completely forgot about that reason for the camp, but it didn’t explain the sexual feelings that were building up in all of us. He walked in closer and complemented my growing physique, before I could ask. He went on to say that my muscles were looking mighty big and before I knew he was up in my face. He first touched my shoulders and said that it looked like cannonballs. I wanted to stop him from touching me, but I didn’t say anything. He then went on to say that my pecs were looking big and meaty and asked if I could bounce them. I bounced them and moaned softly when he groped my muscle. He went on to say that I was a sensitive little thing, while he kept rubbing my muscles. I couldn’t help but moan when he squeezed my huge arms, rubbed my abs, and groped my lats. I even felt him getting so close that our bulges were grinding against each other. Part of me wanted to stop and run away, but a bigger part of me wants to keep this going, and it was getting harder. Then he surprised with something that made me cum in my shorts: he kissed me on the lips. The kiss felt so right that I wanted to keep it going forever. I raised my hands and started to roam around Dan’s muscles, squeezing and rubbing as much as I can. Dan stopped the kiss and said to keep feeling his huge muscles that I would soon be his size. I went on to lick his huge muscles that I didn’t notice that he pulled down my shorts and jockstrap and was nude before him. He then said to pull his shorts down and it was a struggle to get them down over his big thighs. I got them down and saw that his cock flopped up to his abs. He looked awesome, being nude like that, with his cock going to the top of his abs. Then he picked me up and placed me on my back on his desk. Then he raised my legs up to his shoulders and aimed his huge dick at my asshole. I knew at that point that I wanted it and I said “Go for it”. He slammed his dick into me and I moaned loudly at the pain and pleasure of it. He leaned forward and kissed me again to keep me from yelling and his hips were moving rapidly like he was really hoping for this to happen. He then said that was going to cum and I was prepared for it. Or so I thought. When he exploded into me, there was some overflow and some seeped out of my ass. It was so great that I cummed again and some of it got onto Dan’s abs. With one finger, he took some of my cum and licked and that action got me hard again. He said that I was a horny little fella and that it was alright to feel that way. We helped each other get dressed after we cleaned ourselves up, quite easy to dress again, when all we wore were underwear and shorts. Dan told me that if needed to talk to him about anything ever again to just come by. He gave me a wink and slapped my ass as I went out. I never forgot that day and from that point on, I saw the employees in a new light. They suddenly look sexy and I wanted to have sex with. Matt looked sexier in that small speedo, I wanted to lick some of that fine chest hair on Jorge, and I wanted to grab Aiden and worship him in the communal bathroom. It gotten to the point that when I got a boner I found a spot where I could be alone and masturbated. Sometimes I get a hard-on on purpose, just so I can feel my muscles while feeling my dick. I think it was also cause of the sex with Dan that I ate more and exercised even harder. I did double what Jorge asked of us in the push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups and I even ran up and down the hill twice with 300 pounds on the weighted vest. I ate like a beast so much that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, that I went for fourths. In the outdoor gym, I lifted so much heavier just to get my muscles bigger like Dan. I could swear that my shorts were feeling tight on me now, but I knew I looked big, buff, and sexy. Excuse me Journal, I have to end it for now, because I have a boner that needs to be taken care of, maybe Dan is still awake. G’Night Journal

As Alden finishes returning to normal size, a lot of the other players turn to go back into the locker area to dress and get their thoughts together. Miguel comes rushing into the showers and sees Alden standing there toweling off. He mentions how he heard some of the guys from his squad mentioning a man dominating Doug and shaming him. He knew who they were talking about and just wanted to come and see if Alden was still in his ‘hulking’ phase. Miguel turns and sees Doug still standing by himself under the shower head muttering to his self. Alden tells him to stay away from him because he thinks that they have an understanding now. They proceed to go to the locker area so Alden can change into his normal clothes. One of the members of the practice squad hands Alden his jersey and pants, or rather what is left of them. ‘Hehe thanks Randy, just what I needed rags and torn fabric.’ Randy smiles and turns around to leave. Miguel stares at the remains dumbfounded. ‘Oh my gawd papi, you managed to destroy your football jersey and pants? Fuck I want to do that sometime myself.’ ‘Let’s not get into a rush there man. Anyways, how was your practice?’ ‘Now papi, I want to know how you felt when you changed. I will tell you about my practice after you give me some insight into your experience.’ Alden laughs a bit and then tells Miguel about how his mind raced at first as his body began to grow. Then when it all finished, he felt confident and even a bit domineering judging by the way he went after Doug. ‘Whoa, that is awesome Alden. I seriously want to use all of my pills at once.’ ‘NO MIGUEL, knock it off man. Now tell me about your practice.’ ‘All right, well it actually went really good other than witnessing my friend Avi getting a railing from Chad.’ ‘Oh I wondered if Avi was still around. Yeah I know how much of a prick Chad is. The guy thinks he is the best kicker in the league. I mean sure he is quite accurate, but Avi isn’t bad either.’ Miguel continues to mention Avi to Alden trying to get him to go talk to him about possibly hanging out sometime just to get what he means. ‘I see what you are trying to do man. You are thinking about giving Avi a pill to make him grow so he will go and kick the lights out of those footballs.’ Miguel smiles and then gets a look in his eyes like he is thinking. ‘Come on papi, let’s go see him now before he leaves for the day.’ Miguel grabs Alden’s arm and drags him out of the locker room and into the practice facility. Miguel points to Avi, who is sitting over at a table eating a subway. The Lebanese-american kicker points back and smiles at Miguel. Clearly the man has worked his legs because his quads and calves are quite developed. His black beard is well-kempt as well as his noticeable body hair which peeks from his shirt. Alden turns to look at Miguel who obviously has a thing for him. ‘You sneaky devil, you just want me to meet him because you want to hulk him out. Am I right?’ ‘No that isn’t it at all Alden. I really think he needs a little boost from all of the crap he gets from Chad.’ Speaking of Chad, he is sitting two tables back from Avi looking quite buff, at least for a kicker. His large arms and thick chest look out of place for someone that is known for just kicking and punting. The man notices Alden staring at him and grimaces. Alden smiles at him and gives a thumbs up. Chad looks really stumped and goes back to eating again. ‘What are you doing papi? He is the enemy. Are you just fucking with him?’ ‘Of course Miguel, he doesn’t seem that threatening at least to me.’ They walk over and sit with Avi as they start talking. Alden mostly just listens to him and Miguel speaking and waits until he is fully let in on the whole story. Avi starts talking about how Chad used to always race bash him but that ended only to lead to just bullying. He knows that the lead kicker uses growth hormone because he has openly said that he does and actually grew almost thirty pounds in a span of two months. Alden isn’t that surprised by his statements and can now see why Miguel thinks he needs some kind of boost, but he doesn’t want to rush through this. Miguel looks really pissed and doesn’t really want to abide by Alden’s rules. He pulls out his bottle of three pills and tells Avi to stick his hand out. The middle eastern kicker looks confused but does it anyway. Miguel drops a pill in his hand and says he should use it right then and there so he can go teach Chad a lesson. Alden swipes the bottle and the pill away from both men and says that is crazy and this is not the place to do this. What he did in the locker area was justified, but this is not. He then turns to Miguel and says that he should have been there to see it but he wasn’t so he can’t be hasty. Miguel jumps up and leaves the table making guys from other tables take notice. They stare at Avi and Alden and wonder what the hell is going on. Chad for one seems intrigued. The big kicker gets up and walks over to their table to stick his meaty forearms on each side. He looks at both of them and grins. Avi looks away as Alden looks up at him. ‘Yeah, is there something you need Chad?’ ‘What is going on over here? I thought you and the Mexican were friends? You seem to be making quite an impression today Alden. I heard about your hulkout earlier. Are you going to do that again here?’ ‘Do you want me to hulkout here Chad? I got quite a few guys aroused in the locker room, perhaps you would too.’ Chad stops smiling and turns to look at Avi. ‘Hello there wannabe, are you spreading lies about me now. Telling other guys about our arguments is not wise. It could get you into a lot of trouble.’ Chad tenses his arms as the veins pop out. Avi is not impressed and neither is Alden. They start talking to each other as Chad takes his arms off the table and folds them. They smirk at each other knowing that he is in fact interested in what they were talking about before. Chad proceeds to sit down by Alden who pushes him away. ‘Come on Avi time to leave I think. This jerk is trying to hit on me I think.’ They both get up as Chad puts his arms out like he is trying to be decent. They walk into the main lobby where Alden finally hands Avi that pill he had earlier. The kicker studies it and wonders how a pill could be so small. ‘I suggest not taking it right now. Don’t tell Miguel I gave it to you, he will be so angry with me because I have his pills.’ ‘So…..it has some power? Is this what made you get huge? I am not an aggressive person by heart, but I fear once I consume this, I will become some crazed freak. Can this be controlled somehow?’ ‘Yes, but I haven’t quite figured it out entirely yet. You might have more restraint than me, but who knows. I actually think that Chad likes you. He is being fairly passive I think.’ Avi nods his head and admits that he has gotten that impression himself of Chad. They sit down in a lounging area as members of the two practice squads begin to leave. There is no sign of Miguel which Alden thinks has probably already left. Guess who hasn’t left though, Chad. The lead kicker comes walking towards them and sits across in a chair glaring at both men. ‘You don’t give up do you Chad? What do you want?’ ‘What is your secret Alden? Do you have some genetic condition that makes your grow when you stress? I have to know.’ ‘Uhh no, it was just a one time deal. It won’t happen again trust me.’ Chad seems disappointed but gets up to get between the two men. He puts his arms around their backs and squeezes. They both seem puzzled as to what he is trying to accomplish. ‘Is this a game to you weirdo?’ ‘Nope no game Alden, I just think you are lying. I really do think it is caused by stress or maybe anger. The other guys said you hulked out so I think you are like that Bruce Banner guy.’ Alden rolls his eyes and pulls Chad’s arm off him. Chad looks miffed and puts it back where he had it. Avi begins to get annoyed by his tactics and looks at the pill in his palm. He quickly downs it before Chad turns to look at him. Alden sees this and gets a crazy look on his face which gets the big kicker’s attention. He seems a tad mystified as to what is transpiring. End of Part III

Monster Maker Part 1 I should have stopped but the kid responded so well to the juice, did whatever I told him, and was so damn cute. But no, I just had to see what I could do to him if I bumped up the injections and the gym candy, bumped them up to the next level, and then the next level, and then... all that crazy experimental shit. When it became real noticeable, how he was growing, every muscle-addicted fuck in the gym came to me and wanted me to coach them. When he "came out of nowhere" and won his very first contest and scored a pro card at the same time, every pro level meathead began contacting me, harassing me. All those freaks, with their attitudes and their raisin-sized balls, would do anything to win the Olympia, anything to win the Arnold. They wanted to get the magazine covers, get the supplement company sponsorships, get it all. The dudes without any money were willing to double mortgage their homes. Hell, they'd even sell their first-born if it was legal. There were rich guys who offered to fly me to Dubai and other "exotic" places, "just to talk." There were the straight guys, totally straight guys I swear, willing to suck my cock and some would offer to let me butt fuck them, not just once, but butt fuck them on a regular basis. There were the two guys, already huge motherfuckers, who notoriously hated each other, who said they'd let me watch the two of them fuck each other and then have a three way with me. Shit, there was a guy who pulled a gun on me. But I told all of them: "No." See, I was going to make Bobby the freak to end all freaks, the contest decimator, the "Holy fuck!" of bodybuilding. I was going to be "the monster maker." That was the dream. Yeah, that was the goddamn fucking dream. **** I don't remember when they started photoshopping the big guys in the magazines, morphing them up just enough to be a little more monstrous than they are in real life. When they did that it really pushed the aspiration bar high. It upped the game for everyone: the little boys getting excited thumbing through the rags at the magazine stands; the guys pumping iron in their basements; the dudes walking into their first hardcore gym; the hungry amateur competitors; the newly minted professionals; and, especially, the seasoned, seen-it-all, pros. Yeah, all the losers and all the winners. Messing with the pics is unnecessary, ridiculous, and damn hot. Hell, the guys who have their bodies spread across the glossy pages of the thickest of the thick muscle magazine do double takes of themselves. The body on the page is always more pumped up than what they see in the mirror. They must get hard-ons looking at their beefier, better selves. It's like how they start get stiff when flexing on stage and then it's "boing!" full-on erection. Yeah, I bet in private they take their stage oil and jerk off to their altered pics, shoot loads of cum all over their own two-dimensional faces. And it makes them want, want it even more, want themselves encased in it, encased in even more muscle. What did I want? I wanted Bobby. And not just Bobby as he was, but as he could be, as the way I would make him: a living testament to those monthly bibles of muscle. I wanted him to actually look like the images in them, then go beyond them. I wanted him to be the ultimate mountain of bulging, nuggetty, veiny muscle. A beautiful walking, talking hard-on. And god was Bobby beautiful. The day he first walked into the gym, I couldn't stop looking at him, he had the face of one of those models from the old Abercrombie & Fitch catalogs. The perfect face. He wanted "abs," he said. "Sure," I said. "I can help you with that. I can help you with a lot of things." **** Part 2 in July

Hi All, I posted this on the old site and did it here earlier today but it didn't appear for some reason. Here it is again. I have another in the pipeline.. Enjoy, TC It was just one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. Richard was a runner for a local PR company and he hated it. The job should have been sweet, meeting new people every day and doing projects for the big and famous. What did these guys do ? They designed websites and did adverts for dog food and baby powder. Richards ,job ? Well, he could source lattes from any number of shops in the area in 10 minutes flat. “A great achievement that” he thought to himself disconsolately as he started out of the office on yet another coffee run. “This job sucks” thought the 20 year old. At 5ft 8 he was average height in fact he was pretty much average everything. He wasn't an unattractive kid but was carrying a little extra weight here and there. His hair needed cutting, it was a little to long and was a bit too greasy, He had a few spots on his face and his nose seemed a little too pug like giving him a slightly piggy look, His chin was a little double but when he smiled his face lit up and his pale grey eyes sparkled. He just wasn't that happy that he smiled to often at the moment. Let's face it his main hobbies were watching re-runs of STNG and WoW, with maybe a little date with madame palm and her five lovely daughters. He was lonely and a little sad but he deserved more. He was a good worker to with a creative flair that wasn't recognised by his employers. He needed a change. As he wandered the streets, taking the long route to the coffee shop he noticed a new bookshop he'd never seen before. Which was weird as the place looked like it had always been there. They also had a small coffee area. “Cool” he smiled to himself. He could kill 2 birds with one stone here. He pushes the door open that jingles with the sound of an old fashioned bell at the top of the door. The shop is well lit at the front where the counter and the coffee shop area are, The assistant looks up from his book and smiles in welcome. “Good morning, welcome to the BB book store” he says as he finds and marks his place in the book before he puts it on the counter. “Hi” says Richard shyly as he hands over a list of coffees for his colleagues The assistant takes the note and looks at it and smiles. “No problem with this. Although these will take a few minutes to do” He gestures to the stacks that lead into the shadows at the rear of the shop. “Why not take a look around and see if there's something that catches your eye?” “Sure, thanks” Richard feels himself colour slightly under the guys rather intense stare. He can't put his finger on it but there's something about this guy. He walks back into the stacks of the shop and starts looking at the shelves and their contents, There's all the usual stuff. Fiction and reference off all types, he stops for a minute or two at the sci-fi section before he looks up and notices the biography section. It is huge. The whole section takes up the entire back wall of the shop. Richard starts to look at the books and soon realises he's never heard of any of the people in these books. Kyne Stanton “The lives and loves of a rockstar” Aiden Riddick “Running back but never backwards. A footballers tale” and so on. One in particular caught his eye, it seemed to have fallen onto a shelf on its own. He picked it up. It was a large thick book with a picture of a man half in shadow on the cover, It was the eyes that got him. They were a very strange shade of blue, quite dark for a blue almost purple in the shadowed light of the shop. The title read Kayne Richards, Play Hard Fight Dirty. Richard found himself licking his lips as he brushed the cover of the book before he opened it to the first page... He started to read Chapter 1 Kayne Richards was born in January 1976 to an East London couple, his mother work in a local pub and his father owned and ran the local boxing gym, occasionally hosting and taking part in prize fights much to his wife’s chagrin. When Kayne was born Craig Richards gave up the prize fighting and concentrated on making the gym a decent business with which he could support his family. Kaynes mother Margaret or Peggy as she is known gave up the pub to look after their new baby boy who was born weighing in at 12lb 3 oz. He was a quiet child who never seemed to cry and his mother said he had very pale blue eyes at that age and would often just stare at people. As he grew up Kayne adopted his parents work ethic and tried hard at school. Whilst not the greatest academic he was a good lad, who stood up for his friends and got into a few scrapes but usually won through. His father owned a boxing gym after all... He got his nose broken at 15 in a fight involving a girl he liked and the man who would later become his best friend and eventual manager Chris Sutton.... Richard looked away from the page for a second and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It felt a little sore. It must be from when he was wearing his specs this morning. This book seemed quite interesting. He glanced at the picture at the bottom of the next page and it showed Kayne with his parents at 16 “Kayne and his family celebrate his first championship boxing win” Richard continued to read... Kayne won several more trophies after leaving school and he started to work with his father at the gym. Always fit it was in 1994 that Kayne persuaded his dad to start diversifying and moved onto weight training, power lifting and body-building at the gym. Kayne Was a fast learner and took to the weights like a seasoned pro. He loved the sound of metal on metal and the heat and atmosphere of the gym. He was always there even on his days of, encouraging the long timers and teaching the newbies. He won his first competition for body-building in June of 1996. Richards neck felt stiff and a little sore, the thick muscles stretched his collar making it a little tight so he had to undo the button on his shirt. His shoulders and arms made the shirt seem a little tight too. “Must be putting on a little weight” he thought to himself. Not noticing that fact that the short sleeves on his arms were revealing new and powerful forearms and decent biceps that made the sleeves bunch when he held the book. The fact that he was 2 inches taller than when he'd started reading went unnoticed to, leaving him at 5ft 10inches. He continued reading Late in 1996 Chris Sutton, Kaynes long-time friend from school persuaded him to give up boxing and concentrate on body-building alone. Kayne agreed with the exceptional genetics he had there was only one way to go. Up. Sadly in 1997 Kaynes mother passed away from cancer but not before she told him that he had no limits with what he could do with his life. His father also became unwell at this time and passed full ownership of the gym to his son. Kayne up the stakes in the business converting it to a full Iron heaven. The boxing gym rights were sold on and re-located just across the road but Kaynes love was body-building. With suttons encouragement he decided to take his body to the next level.. going from respectable junior weight of 175lbs he put on another 20lbs of muscle in that first intensive year.... Richards neck cricked as he twisted it. The big traps rising up through the collar and forcing it apart. The shirt was now riding above his waistline by about 3 inches just showing a sight of the delicious set of abs nestled underneath. His strong Pecs just starting to push the buttons apart. His jeans were starting to look like waders as they began to work their way upwards they were getting so tight that he had to keep re-adjusting his balls to get comfortable. His legs seemed to be stretching too...His shoes felt to small and Richard felt warm and sweaty. Something weird was happening here. He glances down at the book with the Pictures of Kayne and Chris in their early years at Kaynes gym and there is an almost familiar feel to them. The story has Richard engrossed now and he continues his journey into another mans life. Kayne Richards entered several competitions over the next few years not always winning but placing highly in them. His body continued to improve. The gym business thrived as more and more customers joined and eventually in 2000 at the turn of the millennium Kayne took a year off and all but disappeared from the UK body-building scene to look after his ailing father. Kayne passed the company responsibilities onto Sutton and still continued to train in private at his home in the East end where he still lived with his dad. Sadly 6 months after passing on the company to Sutton Kaynes beloved dad died. He took the loss hard but never gave up on his dream and 6 months later blasted back onto the UK scene at an outstanding 224 lbs of mass and muscle. He had managed to put on another 30lbs of muscle in the year he had taken off and now was a force to be reckoned with on the UK scene. He re-joined the business with a new vigour and double his muscle building efforts, also opening 4 new gyms in and around London over the next few years. He continued to add muscle and was noted for his fun posing routines and quirky sense of humour on stage... Richard found it hard to breathe. His shirt ripped on his back as his lats spread out, thick and glorious, a true wall of muscle capped at the top by delts and traps that belonged to the gods themselves. His biceps finally tore their way through themselves through his short sleeves and rose up in all of their veined perfect glory..His forearms rippled with power and a trace work of veins bulged and moved beneath the paper like skin which appeared to be darker in the dim light of the shop. Richard knew this wasn't normal and something was happening to him, it was like he was being over-written. It was odd but not an unpleasant feeling. He looked down at the book he now knew he had to read from the end. He felt his crotch get tighter as he saw the pictures of Kayne winning his next two UK shows and then heading for the USA... Kayne Richards exploded onto the US body-building scene in September 2004 when at 6ft 4inches and weighing in at an incredible 254lb he placed 4th in the Super-heavyweight category and over all just pushing the amazing Dexter Jackson into 5th place. His idol Ronnie Coleman who took the Olympia that year for the 7th year running was heard commenting he should watch his crown this was an incredible feat for the young challenger. It was commented that his mass was outstanding and he was very popular with the audience. Kayne was thrilled with the placing but to him it wasn't enough and he went back to London to his own gym and went back to basics. Over the next year Kayne was a man possessed and brought in as much help as he could even training with the greats like Dorian Yates and Ronnie Coleman as well as up and comers Jay Cutler and Branch Warren both of whom had been on the scene for a while... Then tragedy struck. Kayne was injured with a rotator cuff two months prior to the 2005 Mr Olympia and was going to be out of action for several months. Kayne was devastated all his hard work had come to nothing. He had kept out of the limelight concentrating on his growth and focusing on the areas that had let him down the previous year. He held his head high and even though he couldn't compete still attended the Olympia and fully clothed it was obvious he had put on a huge amount of mass. He was weighed on stage and came in at a staggering 282lb. When asked to take off his shirt the blond behemoth smiled and winked at the audience promising them next year was his. Ronnie took the crown again that year and jokingly handed the trophy to Kayne to try on for size. They both received a standing ovation.... Richards jeans now hurt. He had to get them off. He managed to undo the buttons but it wasn't really necessary as a loud rip was heard as his massive legs and body-builder ass tore through the back of his jeans. He tugged at the front of them tearing the rags away revealing the massive pillars of stone that were his legs. The separations and cuts of his thighs was amazing. Perfect. Massive. Muscle. “Oh yeah”,thought Richards. “This is the stuff.” He briefly caressed his cock in his boxers, readjusting them in their new airier housing. He turned his head and glanced into the glass of a display case and realised the full extent of the changes. His monstrous traps and shoulders had all but destroyed the collar and top of his shirt his chest and biceps did the rest leaving the wreckage strewn around his godlike body just like a vest. He saw his handsome face in the glass, the nose had once been broken but it made his craggy face manlier somehow. His light hair contrasted with the strange dark blue eyes and made this a face that anybody could fall for. He felt the itching as he caught part of the transformation as veins seemed to snake up from his now exposed size 14 feet . They travelled up the monstrous globular calves. Popping out in relief in and the diamond and moving up to the calves that were so solid they could barely be human. He felt them move up to his abs which he revealed by pulling of the now useless shirt to reveal an 8 pack that would make the Greek gods weep with jealousy. They twisted around his back screw the road map. This was a map of the world in all its perfect massive, veiny, monstrous sweaty glory. His neck was practically a jumble of veins and muscle held in place by ridiculous huge traps and shoulders. The veins snaked through them. Touching and raising the skin everywhere, bringing the blood to every part of the engorged muscle freaks body. The arms were the last. Veins coursed through his biceps raising and swelling the peaks and dividing them over the tops perfectly. They criss-crossed the forearms making them almost alien sculptures of anatomy. And finished finally on his huge, hard, callused hands. Hands so muscular they had trouble gripping the thin spine of the book which had previously seemed so large. “What the hell?” Thought Richard/Kayne. “Excuse me?” said a voice. Richard/Kayne looked around “Yes?” his deep voice rumbled when he answered the assistant. “Sorry, sir your coffee is ready” said the assistant. Kayne/Richard walked dazedly through the stacks to the front counter. Half naked and still clutching the book but the assistant didn't bat an eye. “Did you find something you liked?” said the man innocently still not acknowledging the magical transformation of the PR runner. “Er yeah” Rumbled Kayne/Richard. “Now sir, as you are a new customer here I have two special offers for you.” He said. “The first is, please take the coffee with my compliments” “The second is...That you can bring the book back any-time you like and I will refund you totally for any dissatisfaction that has occurred” The man smiled at his bemused customer. Kayne Richards smiled at the assistant. Kayne/Richards took all of 3 seconds to decide. He made his choice and suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Cool, thanks for that man”Said the now 312lb off-season muscle monster. His clothes continued to change leaving him wearing a black stringer training vest and combat shorts over tan Cat boots. His blonde hair was cut close and his blue eyes twinkled as he grabbed his coffee and walked to the door after paying for the book. His huge legs rolling around each other in a perfect muscular gait at the door he paused and turned around smiling. “Any time you want to train just pop over the road” said Kayne Richards the still reigning Mr Olympia, As he left the door the bell jingled. The assistant smiled to himself and proceeded to wipe the counter free of non-existent dust.

As they prepare for the practice that evening, Miguel admits to Alden that he is a bit apprehensive having those pills with him. He says it is too tempting to use not just one, but all of them at one time. Alden says not to worry about it that much since Gibson at least trusts them with having them in safe keeping. As it turns out during practice, both Alden and Miguel are on separate squads as the biggest jerk of them all, Doug the first string quarterback, will be on the team with Alden. ‘Hey dipshit, way to use those fucking hands.’ He says to Alden after a play. Several of the other guys on the squad start laughing and giving high-fives to each other. Alden turns and rolls his eyes so Doug can’t see him doing it. As the team gathers together to give instructions, Doug once again harasses Alden telling him how much he wants to knock him out. ‘I’m giving you one more shot dumbass, catch the fucking ball.’ After the snap, Doug tosses the ball to Alden as he fumbles it and two linebackers knock him down. Alden winces in pain as the guys get off him. Doug walks over and glares at him. ‘That’s it fucker. We are going to have a chat in the locker room.’ He grabs Alden’s arm and lifts him up only to crack him in the back with his fist. Alden doubles over in pain for a few moments as the squad moves into the locker room from the field. He follows behind slowly. As he scurries inside, Doug pushes him up against a wall and starts to taunt him over and over. ‘So moron, I think you have just worn out your welcome on the team. Every guy here can probably vouch for me as to why you should probably be fired.’ ‘Hey I am sorry Doug. It’s just…..your passes are not exactly perfect.’ Doug begins to turn beet red at this answer. ‘WHAT THE FUCK? NOT PERFECT? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? You have been playing this stupid game for months Alden. Perhaps you just suck ass. I am so tired of this bullshit. I am done with you.’ Alden remembers the bottle in his jersey pocket and pops it open. He plops one of the pills in his hand and quickly knocks it down his throat. Doug smirks a little as he does this. ‘Well well, the poor little man must be in some pain if he is popping pain pills. I’ll give you REAL pain!’ Doug rams his fist over and over into Alden’s chest as he cries out in pain as the squad looks on. Remarkably though the pain subsides quickly as it turns to euphoria. Alden can feel the pill reacting almost immediately after it hits his stomach. Doug is completely oblivious to what is happening as several players turn to rush into the shower. Alden smiles as he feels his dark skin stretching filling up the open space in his jersey. Doug turns around and begins to notice the changes as his eyes get huge. Alden’s lower body begins to stretch the spandex to its limits as the seams begin to pop slowly. His skinny forearms have grown huge veins to accommodate his thick chocolate guns. Doug becomes mesmerized by these changes as Alden laughs hysterically feeling his chest start to burst out the front of his jersey revealing mammoth boulders of solid muscle. His abs tear through the bottle as his once nonexistent stomach muscles blow up into an astonishing 10-pack. His back and lats are now making quick work of the rest of his top as it falls to the ground. Even Alden’s face has changed as he grows a thick black beard and develops dimples in his chin and cheeks. He can see that Doug is getting turned on quite a bit. *deep voice* ‘UH HUH, who is the big man now star quarterback? Keep watching……ahh fuck look at these fucking guns.’ Alden flexes his monstrous arms as veins pop out everywhere to match his shiny brown skin. He feels his pants give way as the seams finally explode unleashing a mountain of brown muscle where his tiny legs used to be. Doug sees the silhouette of Alden’s growing love muscle as it snakes its way down his left quad. Alden makes a gesture with his eyebrows as he feels his cock beginning to rip its way free. ‘Ohh fuck yeah Doug I want you to punch me now. Give me all you have, I know you won’t have to the same impact as before.’ Doug goes to punch him in the chest and ends up hurting himself badly bruising fingers and yelling in agony. Alden’s cock finally breaks free from its captivity as the material shreds all the way down to his ankles and peels off revealing a hulking veiny black cock with a wet pink head bouncing up and down. The quarterback can’t take his eyes off of it but starts to back off. Alden walks toward him and grab his arms before he can take off. ‘Going somewhere Doug? I don’t think so, now it is time for you to feel a few punches.’ Alden lightly punches him in the gut and then along his sides making the quarterback wince every time. The huge black stud shreds Doug’s jersey and pulls him into his grasp. He starts to squeeze him tightly making the frightened white man try to get away again. Alden laughs at him trying to push his legs free. The big black hulk lifts him up and starts doing lunges with him before tossing him around and smack his backside a few times. Doug gets a tad angry at this but knows he can’t do a thing about it. Alden tears his pants open to start massaging the quarterback’s hot butt. Doug yells for help but the guys in the shower are gathering around to see what happens next without any intervention. Some of them even give the thumbs up to Alden as he slowly starts to push one of his hands into Doug’s tight hole. The immobile victim tries to tighten his hole but Alden’s incredible power only makes it hurt worse. He tries to scream but Alden takes his free hand and covers his mouth preventing any sound from getting out. Some of the guys watching begin stroking their cocks as they notice Alden’s engorged cock pooling pre all over the floor. He moans as he successfully starts to stretch the quarterback’s hole wider and wider to get his beefy black hand inside. ‘That’s a good boy Doug, let go of that tension inside you. I can make you feel oh so good.’ He pushes his hand in and out a few times as a few of the players start to move in closer to him. One of them gets down on the floor to gulp down on Alden’s huge cock making him shutter. He begins to realize that he is the center of attention as guys begin shoving their cocks in his face. Hands begin massaging him as he lets go of Doug. The scared quarterback goes running into the shower to sulk. Alden begins sucking multiple cocks as he himself gets serviced. Before long there are five cocks spewing thick frothy cum all over Alden’s massive muscles as his shiny brown coat begins to look all white. He laughs and gives winks to all of the guys as they go back into the shower to clean up. The one servicing his cock continues to work him over. Alden tells him to stop so he can go harass Doug who is still in the shower area. Alden waddles in as guys start gesturing to where Doug is at. Alden tries to move slowly so he doesn’t make much noise. Doug appears to be in shock as he cowers in one of the bathroom stalls. Alden opens the door quickly and tries to maneuver his way in so he can get to Doug. He stops smiling at him and looks as if he feels a bit sorry for Doug. ‘Look man, I get you are an asshole, but I know how to help you relax. Maybe we can salvage some kind of agreement out of this. You leave me and my friend Miguel alone and I won’t hurt you. You have already screwed up your chances of being the first quarterback now Doug. Give me that fine ass of yours.’ ‘I am not queer freak. You come near me and I will press charges.’ Alden grabs him before he can move and turns him around so his ass touches the black hulk’s cock. Doug begins violently squirming causing Alden to restrain him so he doesn’t injury himself further. ‘Come on now Doug just relax, I think you just need a good anal massage to clear out those nasty thoughts in your head. It will be good for you.’ ‘Fuck you faggot, you won’t get away with this.’ ‘Too late genius, I think the entire first-string practice squad has jizzed all over me so they gave their approval.’ Doug can feel Alden’s huge rod starting to move inside him as he moans in agony. Alden starts to push his weight on top of the frightened quarterback as his enormous chest rubs on the white man’s back. The black hulk starts to grind him slowly as he moans deeply into Doug’s ear. ‘Ahhh good boy Doug…..i can feel you relaxing already. Let me do all the work and you just enjoy the ride.’ Alden increases his speed and starts to yell as he feels his balls growing and filling with tons of cum. Doug moans himself as he feels his cock getting hard. Alden sees this and reaches around to stroke it. The quarterback starts to rub Alden’s massive tree trunk quads and appears to be going with the flow. ‘See it feels good doesn’t it? Now do we have an understanding about me and Miguel?’ ‘Uhh what the…..oh mmmmm…..fuck your cock is so……yeah we have an understanding Alden. Shit man I am blown away by your size and power…..how did you do this?’ ‘Hehe it is my secret. Mmmmm oh fuck it is going to be a big load Doug, where do you want it?’ ‘What? I don’t want your cum on me that is fucking sick. I mean…..oh fuck you won’t take no as an answer will you?’ Alden laughs and says it depends. Doug quickly agrees that he won’t harass him or Miguel again. Alden pulls out and slaps his cock on Doug’s neck. He flips him around and slaps his face and lips with it. ‘Open up for me Doug…..i think you might enjoy what I have to offer.’ Doug slowly opens his mouth as Alden shoves it inside and starts fucking him rapidly. Doug moans deeply as Alden begins to gasp feeling his load pushing its way up into his thick rod. He pulls his cock out of Doug’s mouth and wanks it wildly. ‘OHHHH YEAHH MAN IT IS COMING FAST……OH FUCK……STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT DOUG…..’ Doug sticks his tongue out as Alden’s piss slit gapes open and shoots thick ropes down his throat. Doug gags immediately as Alden pumps jet after jet down his gullet. The quarterback drools huge amounts of cum down his chest as Alden yells in ecstasy. Several players start shooting their loads all over the shower and bathroom hearing and seeing the whole sequence. The black hulk finishes cumming and leans down to scoop his jizz up and swallows it. He leaves the stall and walks over to one of the showers to clean up. Doug stumbles to his feet and goes to the other side of the shower area to clean up. Most of the practice squad gather around Alden as he begins to shrink. They mutter to themselves wondering how he could be shrinking. Doug stands in utter silence under a shower head as he stares into space. It is unclear what he will do next after this crazy experience. End of Part II

here's the next part, things are starting to get more "growy" if you guys know what i mean Camp Myosin Part 3 Day 22 Hey Journal something weird happened. It started earlier in the week, I was getting dressed to get ready for the morning workout and I noticed that my clothes were really tight, like I couldn’t move as much without feeling a pinch. Maybe these clothes shrunk, but that thought was retracted as soon as I started the workout. It was at the time of the pull-ups, I don’t know what happened, but it was like I was in the zone or something because I did 5 times more than the required reps of pull-ups I was supposed to do. And when I got down my cabin mates were staring at me like I was a different person. It was Sam who made me look at my clothes and saw that I broke through my shirt where my armpits were at. I was shocked myself, but Jorge yelled at us to finish the pull-ups and to get started on the hill run. I knew that we were growing, because it wasn’t until we got up to the top of the hill that I heard a ripping sound. It wasn’t from me, but from Bill, the leggings of his shorts were starting to rip from his legs. It was at that point that I notice Bill’s legs was looking beefy, like he did a lot of squats. When I look around, all of us campers looked like we were wearing clothes too small for us and we all had the physique of college jocks. When I and my cabin mates were about to leave for breakfast, Jorge told me and Bill to go to Dan as soon as we finished eating. We both left our cabin mates to head to the office building to talk with Dan. When we got to the door, we both saw Matt walking out shouting “I’ll be at the lake if you want to have some fun, Dan.” I also took notice of Matt’s face; he looked like one of those cheerleaders who spent the night with the captain of the football team, sexually satisfied. We saw Dan in his office, and I saw that he had the same expression as Matt, like he had sex. Dan then brought back focus to us, pointing out that our clothes were too small now. He gave us six packs of sealed clothes and that they were for us and our cabin. He was already going to hand them out to the other three cabins, but he didn’t expect it so soon. He gave us a wink and let us be out on our way. Me and Bill went back to the cabin and place the packs of clothes on our friends’ beds. We opened ours and I was surprised, it was an under armor T-shirt, short gym shorts, and a jockstrap! I was considering to not wearing it, but my underwear is getting too small for me, like my butt was getting bigger and I’m not sure, but my dick was getting bigger. So I grabbed my clothes and went to the communal shower and told Bill he can change in the cabin When I got there, I went into the showers and I stripped off my clothes. I’m not sure if I was feeling good, because either my clothes were not pinching me anymore or that I was naked. First, I put on my jockstrap, it was weird. It felt comfortable, even though my ass was showing; it was actually soothing. I soon put that thought behind me as I put on my shorts, the only time I saw these kinds of shorts were the ones bodybuilders wear when they exercise their legs. I put on the T-shirt last and it didn’t feel tight since it stretches. It was good and strange at the same time, I looked like a meathead, but I didn’t pay it a mind. Soon later in the week, the other campers were wearing the same kind of outfit I had on. The only difference was the color of the shirts, me and my cabin wore blue, the Beta Cabin wore red, the Gamma Cabin wore green, and the Delta Cabin wore yellow. And it wasn’t just us who changed our outfits, the employees changed their attire as well. Gustav was wearing a muscle-shirt with shirts with his usual apron. Kyle took off his doctor’s attire and was more casual, but was looking tight at the same time. Jorge was wearing a black tank top with the same kind of shorts we were wearing. Aiden had a white under armor shirt and white shorts on. Matt was wearing a white y-back shirt and a red speedo. He said that it was so that he could swim more swiftly in case of emergencies, but I think it was another reason. Then, Dan was wearing a muscle shirt that looked two sizes too small, same with his shorts. What was going on? What happened to the loose clothes they were all wearing and was it because of our outfit change? Now we look like we worked out vigorously, even though the working out in the gym was true. Well I got to end it for this week. G’Night Journal Day 29 Oh man Journal, Jorge decided to make things harder for us as it was starting to get easier. He upped the number of sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups by 10 times to complete them, so it was 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, and 100 pull-ups. The uphill run was even worse when he made us wear weighted vests that weighed 200 lbs. A lot of us were almost to the point of fainting, but he said that we now had one more activity to finish. We all groaned but one angry stare and a huge body flex, made us shut up right away. He had do the obstacle course, which wasn’t so bad since some of us did try them in our free time, but he said that we had to finish it under a time limit. He told us that we have to finish it under 8 minutes or start all over again. It took us several tries to complete it less than 8 minutes. Jorge went on to say that this would be the norm, until the end of camp, but he did say that we can have breakfast before hand to get the energy. I thought it was for the purpose of seeing us puke our food. That sadistic bastard! Me and the rest of Alpha Cabin recovered first and headed to the mess hall to get first pickings of breakfast as the rest of the campers were still on the ground trying to catch their breath. When we entered the mess hall, I could really smell the food, and my stomach was growling loudly. Gustav heard us come in and made a compliment about how big we were getting and said “See my good food make you into big, strong men,” in that Russian accent of his. We grabbed our plates and made big piles of food for ourselves and proceeded to eat them. We were so hungry that we went for seconds, while Fred went up for thirds. We felt so re-energized that we all decided to go for a workout in the outdoor gym before lunch. During the walk there, I took a good look at my cabin mates and saw their changes. Fred was still chubby looking, but he looked like a powerlifter with the way his muscles were showing. Bill was still the shortest of us, but that made his muscles look wider than the rest of us because he weighed almost the same as us. And he always lorded that fact over us, cocky asshole. Sam was the only one of us that wanted us to go for a swim instead of the gym, but when you look at him, you wouldn’t think that he looked like a surfer, maybe a guy that goes to the beach to show off his muscles is more closer to what he looks like. Ben was okay with it, strange how he face did not fully match with the body he has, like an oxymoron; a guy with the head of a librarian and the body of a meathead. Robert was still the skinniest of us, but that wouldn’t be the proper description. He was more like the leanest of us, the only one of us with an eight-pack and the physique of a fitness model, but with more muscle. We all did our own workouts, only calling to each other if any of us needed a spot and if we were breaking a personal record, all of us would cheer that person on to break the record and push the weight. At first, I didn’t know what to think with the new clothes that we had to wear, but it felt good to feel the shirt sleeves strained against my growing biceps. I saw Bill looking at my biceps as I was doing preacher curls and when I finished my set, I did a couple of quick flexes to tease him. He was on the pec deck and when he finished his set he bounced his chest at me for payback. When it was time for lunch, my cabin mates went on ahead to the mess hall and I was about to leave I notice something a bit shocking. I had a hard-on, not like a small chubby from working out, which I have been getting the past couple of days, but a literal hard-on like I was horny. I did not know how that happened, I think it was probably caused by that little flex-off with Bill, but why would that affect me like this? I tried adjusting it, but with these shorts, it would still stand out. I had to resort to my old technique of calming down my boner by doing the simple math equation of doubling the number. It worked like a charm and I quickly made my way back to the mess hall. My cabin mates were starting to get worried when I didn’t arrive right after them. I lied about what happened and said that I had a stomachache. Ben got worried and said that I should head to see Kyle about it. I didn’t want to get caught in the lie, but I should go see Kyle about what happened earlier. As I left the mess hall, I notice the stares from the other campers that were looking at me. I should have felt shy, but it didn’t bother me, especially when I saw that some of them had boners. I actually wanted them to keep staring at me, but when I felt my dick starting to harden again, I quickly left. I arrived at Kyle’s office and knocked to see if he was there and he was. I asked him to see if he could help me with something. He asked what was wrong and I told him what happened earlier in the gym and in the mess hall. He then told me that it was natural for that to happen, because at my size, the testosterone were already on overdrive, so there would be times that it could happen. I asked him if he could take a closer look, just in case there was nothing wrong with it and Kyle looked more than glad to help, but he hid the expression somewhat subtly. I pulled my shorts and jockstrap down and pulled my dick out. Normally I would turn my head away, but I kept my face on him as he went through the procedure. When he touched my dick and balls, it sent a jolt of a good feeling to me. I should have been a bit repulsed, but I didn’t feel like that. When I kept my focus on Kyle, I noticed how good he looked, like a young bodybuilder, but when I felt myself go hard, I got scared. Then I heard Kyle chuckle and said that it was alright for it to happen and when it went fully hard, Kyle made a comment of how healthy it looked. Kyle said he was done and told me I can put my dick away. It was tough to put it back in, because it was hard, but I got it in. Kyle recommended that if it was getting tough to handle it, that I could masturbate it to make it go soft and it sounded like he was half-serious. He also said that I shouldn’t feel so shy that I was growing into a fine, big man and that I should embrace it. I spent the rest of the day considering what Kyle said to me as I was relaxing in the field near a tree. Soon it was time for dinner and I met with my cabin mates to eat with them. At least the food being delicious was the only thing that didn’t change. It was almost time for lights out, but I told my cabin mates that I would come back later. I went to see Dan, because since he’s the biggest guy in camp, he must have had situations like what I had. He could have given me tips on how to handle my problem. I got to the main office building and saw the light was on in his office room. I was heading towards the door when I heard some sounds coming from his office. I silently walk towards the windows and I heard some moans and words that sounded like “Oh yeah” and “Fuck yes” multiple times. It sounded like sex, but who could Dan be having sex with in there. I couldn’t believe what I heard, but what’s worse is that I got a boner from it. I got scared and ran from the building as fast as I could and almost made it to the cabin, when I realized that I still had my boner. I didn’t have enough time to use my technique to calm it down, so I did what Kyle suggested. I masturbated. I had to do it quickly so I thought of a hot girl to help me climax quicker, but nothing, usually when I do that I would cum like normal, but not this time. I had to think of anything to get me going, but when I thought of that scene from the office building, I exploded immediately. I didn’t have time to think about why that happened and I didn’t want to pry further, so when it got soft, I put my cock back in my shorts and walked back in the cabin like nothing happened. For the rest of the week, I went on my normal schedule of lifting, eating, and playing around, but I felt my new clothes were starting to feel snug on me, even though they stretch. I knew that I was growing bigger, but why is it that in the back of my head that it felt unnatural? I mean all of us campers are now looking like amateur bodybuilders, completely different to how we were in the beginning. And the boner thing was getting more common, most campers were acting shy about it and now I was seeing a line for Kyle’s office. I bet they were going for the same problem I had. Well Journal, I should be getting back to the mess hall for dinner, I’m so hungry I may go for thirds. Later Journal

Originally posted on my Tumblr blog. Image was posted on Banging the Boy's Tumblr archive. "So you're going to give us three wishes?" I asked. My buddy Jamie and I were on leave for a week and since we were both single, traveled together into Cairo for the weekend. We're currently stationed just outside of Cairo and had two days of leave. We'd already found a hostel for the night and were out on the prowl, hoping to score with some hot Egyptian babes. With our toned, tight soldier bodies, I didn't think it'd be too difficult. The girls here love white soldier boys. Jamie's got a handsome face with black hair but his nose is kinda crooked from a fight he got in last year, which tends to either put girls off or to bring them to him panting. It makes his pretty boy face look rough, and let's everyone know that he's a bit of a badass. I'm pretty sexy myself, in that boy next door way. I've got blond hair and blue eyes, and girls tell me all the time how much they love my smile. Usually just before they slide my dick between their lips. We were looking for this bar we'd heard had a crowd that was friendly to soldiers. We definitely weren't wanted everywhere, and tonight wasn't the night to start shit. Much as I know Jamie would've loved to kick some Egyptian ass, my preference was to fuck one that night. It'd been a few weeks since I'd gotten laid, and man were my nuts backed up. "Three wishes?" the genie said, as if he didn't understand. We'd gotten lost and turned down a slim alleyway to get out of the sun for a second and get our bearings. Jamie had noticed something sparkling on the ground. Picking up a slightly rusty golden lamp, he rubbed it a few times on his shirt, laughing and saying it looked like the lamp from Aladdin. He quickly dropped it and we both jumped back when smoke started pouring out of it. When the smoke became a large muscular Egyptian man, I think we both believed that his joke about Aladdin hadn't been too far off. "Yeah, three wishes, man," Jamie said. "We freed you from your stupid lamp, now you give us three wishes." The Genie threw his head back and laughed. Something about our suggestion had apparently been amusing. I backed up a bit, wondering if I should be worried. If maybe he wasn't a genie. He was a good foot taller than either of us and quite a bit wider as well. He wore a turban with a gem in it, making him look regal. His face was covered with a thick black beard. He stood shirtless, his huge, hairless chest heaving with every breath. Gold chains were attached to his nipples, leading my eyes down his firm abdominal wall and into his pants, which seemed more like a parachute that had been wrapped around his legs than anything else. For shoes he wore golden metal sandals, and on his wrists he wore mismatched golden bracelets. Eventually, he finished laughing. "Oh, my friends, I don't know who told you that." Lifting one of his meaty fingers up to his face, he wiped a tear from his eyes. He'd found my question that funny. "That's not how this works. I've been stuck in that tiny little lamp for months now, and besides being ready to get out, I'm horny as fuck." His thick left eyebrow lowered at us and the edges of his lips curled up into an even bigger smile, his white teeth gleaming. He suddenly looked very shark-like. I glanced at Jamie and we both silently agreed it was time to leave. We both started backing up slowly, keeping our eyes on the genie as we did. We moved a few feet before the genie snapped his fingers and we heard a thud sound as our backs came in contact with something solid and firm. Looking behind me, I saw only empty alleyway. It was like we'd hit an invisible wall, trapping us there. "Oh shit," I said out of the side of my mouth to Jamie. "Maybe rubbing that lamp wasn't such a great idea," he said. "Now, now boys. The party's just getting started." The genie snapped his fingers again and a bright light flashed, blinding me. When my vision finally cleared, I saw that we were in what looked like a rather large, rather swanky hotel room. The genie sat directly in front of us on an ottoman type thing, his pants long gone and his humongous penis flopped down on his thick, striated left thigh. He still wore his turban, the chains clamped to his nipples, his golden armbands, and his sandals, but was otherwise naked. The chains hung down low, wrapped around his cock and balls. Jumping back in shock, I realized that Jamie and I were both completely naked except for our dog tags, our soldier's bodies on display. Both of our dicks were completely flaccid. I swear the sight of the genie's cock, massive, thick and uncut, made my dick shrink, if that was even possible. "That's better. Now we can all be a little more comfortable." He grabbed a glass from a nearby table and took a sip of whatever was in it while we stood there. I started to panic. Without thinking it through, I jumped at him. He'd stopped us from leaving once by snapping his fingers, so I figured knocking him out was the only way we were getting out of whatever this was. His eyes widened slightly, but before my body even landed, he snapped his fingers and I found myself floating in the air above him. I couldn't move a muscle. I just hovered there, completely still. Then he snapped his fingers again, and I blinked and found myself standing up straight next to Jamie once more. One second I was defying the laws of gravity, the next I stood mostly still, next to my best friend. I could move my head now, and look around, but my hands and feet just would not budge. "There will be no more of that," the Genie said, wagging a finger at me. He snapped his fingers again, saying, "Time to make you boys even more presentable." Suddenly my body seemed to just... Well, explode is the only way to describe it. I felt everything get larger. I looked down as my chest swelled, my round pectorals and pointy nipples moving further and further away from my body. I could feel my thighs and feet and calves growing as well, but my now much more muscular chest shelf blocked my view, and I couldn't bend my body to see. I glanced over at Jamie, and saw a panicked look in his eyes as the same thing happened to him. His chest was massive now, along with his legs and everything else. His biceps seemed to just inflate with muscle, getting bigger and fuller. His shoulders grew rounder, his chest broadening as they did. And to say that his cock grew was an understatement. Seeing his limp dick lengthen and thicken down in front of his body, until it was a third of the way to his knee, had me wondering what my own looked like. If either of our dicks got bigger or thicker when we got hard, we'd have a really rough time fitting into any woman comfortably. When the growth stopped, we both had the body type of compact, muscular, shredded gymnasts. Gymnasts with huge swinging cocks and big, full, round balls. I wanted to scream out at the Genie. To tell him that he had no right to turn me or my buddy into walking gay wet dreams. That I didn't belong to him. That this isn't how this was supposed to work. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything but just stand there, waiting for whatever new and disgusting thing he felt like inflicting on us to happen. "Now that's what I spent my time dreaming about while trapped inside that tiny little lamp," the Genie said. He got up and walked towards us, a wicked grin on his face. "Now how about some sexy smiles to go with those sexy new bodies?" he said as he got closer to me. My face suddenly lit up. I could feel my cheeks moving and the corners of my mouth moving. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I knew, without seeing it, that I was giving him the same smile I gave hot girls when trying to get their interest. A quick glance at Jamie and I saw he was doing the same thing. Only one side of his mouth turned up, making his smile crooked, his perfectly straight pearly whites gleaming at me. I knew that's why that smile always worked for him: it was a little off, just like his crooked tough guy nose, just like him. But his eyes. The smile didn't reach them. They were still wide, and I knew he felt just as powerless and scared as I did. "Ah yes, there they are," the Genie said, his own grin getting a little bit wider, a little bit more satisfied. "Time to admire my new toys." The Genie walked around us both, like he was inspecting cattle. Our heads tracked his every move, our forced smiles beaming at him. The chains tied to his nipples jangled as he moved, and with a shudder of revulsion, I noticed his uncut monster of a cock growing, pulling the chains tight as it did. When he got behind Jamie, he ran a finger down his spine from the middle of his back down to the top of the valley between his butt cheeks. "Hmmm," the Genie murmured, and as I watched, Jamie's cheeks grew bigger and rounder. "That will do nicely," the Genie said, not looking at either our faces. He examined my backside, but didn't touch me and I didn't feel anything grow. I probably should've been relieved, but then, what difference did it make? He'd already made me into something I'd never wanted to be. Here I was, big and strong and powerful now, and still trapped at the mercy of some sick magic thing I never would've believed in before today. As he came around to my front, he grabbed my right arm with both of his hands, slowly squeezing it. He was gentle and it didn't hurt, but it did get hot, and I realized that he was making it grow. Still smiling, I looked over at my left arm and saw that it too had grown. Well, I thought, crazily trying to joke with myself, at least I'm not an uneven freak. He slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. His eyes raked over our naked bodies again, and his dick grew even more. It stood straight up, pointing up to the ceiling. He grabbed his drink once again, and his face grew serious. "Only one thing still missing…" He snapped his fingers one last time. My mind went blank, and my cock filled with blood. All worry and doubt left me. The only thing that mattered now was pleasing the handsome and sexy man sitting in front of me. He was my master, and my sole purpose for being was to serve him and worship him. Suddenly my smile wasn't forced. How could it be with my master here, naked, waiting for me to please him? My dick immediately went from flaccid to hard, and my balls started to ache. How had I been scared of any of this before? I felt myself regain control of my muscles, and immediately rushed over to him. I leaned over the couch he sat on and rested my hands on both sides of his muscular thigh. My long, hard cock brushed against it, and I shivered at the feel of contact with any part of his wonderful skin. But, I knew, this wasn't about me. I quickly got to work worshipping his mighty cock. I licked the giant, round head. Jamie, who had knelt down on the floor to the other side of our perfect Master, ran his tongue along the Master's glorious shaft. We pleased him together with our mouths for a long time. Then he took turns fucking both of us many times, and I came like I've never come before. Nothing could compare to how it felt to please our wonderful lord. But eventually, exhausted to the point that we couldn't go on, Jamie and I fell asleep, nestled into our Master on either side. When we woke the next morning, the Master was gone. We quickly called out to him, but he and his lamp were nowhere to be found. He'd left our clothes there, magically altered to fit our bigger, better bodies, and we both got dressed. The clothes definitely fit our much more muscular frames, but were rather tight and very revealing. And we couldn't wear underwear anymore; our cocks were much too large for that to be comfortable. The place Master had taken us to was a very expensive hotel, and no one asked us any questions as we left. We had been to that part of town before, so didn't have any problems finding our way back to base. Neither of us said it, but we were both sad that our Master had left us. We didn't need to talk about what had happened. We both knew how we felt, now that Master had changed us. Back at base, we expected everyone would be shocked at how different we were, but no one even noticed. When we asked, everyone looked at us as if we were idiots and told us that we'd always been the biggest guys on base. A few hours after we got there, we were both approached while in the toilet to give a couple of the guys head. Apparently that was another gift from the Master: we were now the unofficial "Base Cocksuckers". Not that I minded. Master had given me a taste and talent for cock and I found myself more than happy to serve other men as I'd served him. Alongside my best friend Jamie, of course. If you enjoyed this story, please let me know!

here's the next part of the story to keep it fresh Camp Myosin Part 2 Day 8 This week has been a weird one for me. It started on the day I went to see Kyle for my appointment. It was later in the afternoon as I stepped into the nurse’s office and was waiting for Kyle to come and check me. I saw him enter the office, but he looked disheveled like he was exercising. Of course, at his size he must exercise constantly. I asked him if he was doing a workout earlier, and he just cough and stuttered a bit saying, “Yea exercising”. He proceeded with the physical by checking my heart, my blood pressure, my breathing and all that. But he also took those calipers and measured my bodyfat percentage and said “15%”. Well I did eat clean the entire month of June, but I thought the food that I ate yesterday would have made me a bit fatter. He then went on to take my height and weight, which were 5’8’’ and 150 lbs. He did some extra stuff like measuring my arms, legs, and waist, like I was one of those muscleheads who wanted to know how big their muscles were. I asked him if this was really necessary and Kyle said yes as it was to record the physical improvements of campers from beginning to end. He also said that he needed to check my balls for health concerns, so I opened my shorts and underwear and let him do his check on it. I looked up because I didn’t want to see him touch my dick and balls, felt weird though, I could have swore I felt him measure my dick. He said he was done and told me that I can put my stuff back in. He told me to stay seated while he went to get the needle to draw out my blood. I saw my medical folder on the counter as Kyle left and it was strange as I could have saw, right under “BodyFat” was “Penile Length” and next to it was “4 inches soft”. I couldn’t get a closer look, because Kyle came back and closed the folder. Then, he did the procedure to take my blood; clean the area, stuck the needle in my arm, and took my blood. He said that I can go now. I spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the recreation area with some of the other campers and it wasn’t until dinner time that Dan came back and wanted our attention. I was half-listening, because I was enjoying the delicious food that Gustav made. Dan continued on to say that he will now list the cabin arrangements for us to be in. It was a waste of time, because we already unpacked our stuff, but he told us to go back to our old cabins, grab our stuff and head to our new cabin placements. I found that my new cabin was on the far left so it was more of a hassle for me. I took a notice of the writing on the cabins that said A, B, C, and D. and they were written like the Greek Alphabet like some of those fraternities. I found that my cabin had the A on it, so that would mean that I’m in the Alpha Cabin. I also saw some of my new cabin mates and one of them was that fat guy I saw on the bus. It was only a little bit later, that Dan knocked on our cabin door, entered and told us to get to know each other for the next week. I listened to what Dan said, because I for sure was not going to disobey a guy of that size. I introduced myself, with my name and I heard the names of my cabin mates. The fat one was Fred, guy shorter than me was named Bill, Robert was the skinny guy, Sam was the tan guy who looked like a surfer, and Ben looked to be the bookish type with his Harry-Potter-glasses. It was a long week getting to know them, eating together, playing together. At first I thought that I wouldn’t get along with them, but they seemed like cool guys and being at camp did some of these guys some good. I could swear that Fred was looking less fat and Robert looked more filled out. Must have been the delicious food from Gustav and all the games we played. It was strange though, it was like we were kids again being campers, even though a bunch of us were 18-years-old. I felt that I could have kept running around and that the only time I would stop was for the food at the mess hall. It has been a fun week G’Night Journal Day 15 It was the worst week of my life, I was snoozing nicely one day and at the crack of dawn I heard a loud noise outside that knocked me off the bed. It was Jorge’s voice saying that all of us campers be at the obstacle course or regret it. I knew none of us wanted to face his wrath so we quickly dressed and waited for him at the course. He came in looking like a drill sergeant wide awake, as the rest of us were still sleepy-eyed. He told us that we were here to become proper counselors and that we needed to look like it. Hard to believe, because I thought it would take 10+ years to get to their size. He separated us by our respective cabins and told us to do some push-ups and sit-ups and wait until everyone in our cabins was done. It was easy for me to do 20 push-ups and 20 sit-ups, but I had to wait awhile, because Fred and Robert looked like they had trouble with it. After we had finished, Jorge took us to a pull-up bar and told us that we all have to do 10 pull-ups. I have rarely done pull-ups, but I thought it was odd that I went through the exercise quickly, but I had to wait for more than 10 minutes for Fred. It was obvious that at his weight anyone would have trouble doing even one pull-up. By the time Fred finished his pull-ups, the other campers already finished the next activity and left for breakfast. Jorge said that we couldn’t go until all of us at Alpha Cabin finished the last activity, which was a run up the big hill and down the hill. I looked at Fred and he was already so exhausted, I thought that we wouldn’t make it to breakfast for hours. When we all finished that activity, Jorge went to us and said that we have to get used it, because we would be doing that every morning. We all begrudgingly walked into the mess hall looking defeated, as the other campers are already spending their free time having fun. When we went up to get the food, we were devastated to find that no food remained for us. I was about to yell at Fred, but Gustav appeared carrying more of his food, that he was saving for us. He said that we could get as much breakfast as we want and it was minutes later that we all ate ravenously like we haven’t eaten in days. It felt so good that we all went for seconds and left the mess hall. Fred, Robert, and Ben went back to the cabin to sleep it off, but I, Bill, and Sam still had some energy to spare so we went to the lake to get a swim in. We saw a bunch of the other campers there and Matt sitting in his lifeguard chair, wearing a white tank top and red broad swim shorts. He asked us why we didn’t come earlier and we told him that we had to wait for some of our cabin mates to finish the morning workout. While swimming around, Matt suggested that we use the outdoor gym nearby the main office, if they want to get stronger. I thought it was a good idea for them to do, because there is no way I was going to wait forever for everyone to finish. So after a hearty lunch, we took Robert, Ben, and Fred to the outdoor gym and we told them that we were going to work out here after every lunch to get stronger. They agreed, since they didn’t have a choice to argue against Jorge. We went through out workout and I was surprised that I was able to lift as much as I did; I thought I would still be exhausted to exercise. And so that was what it was like for the next six days, we went through Jorge’s workout, ate breakfast, have a little fun, ate lunch, worked out in the gym, ate dinner and slept. It seems to be working great for all of us, because earlier today we caught up to the rest of the camp after morning workouts. Jorge was proud that we finally caught up, but none were happier than Fred, who was looking in better shape than he was when he first entered camp. I thought I would be getting fat, because my clothes felt snug and tight in some areas and I ate so much of Gustav’s cooking. But I felt stronger and healthier; I looked like one of the high school jocks who were obsessed with muscle. Maybe being here, won’t be so bad after all. Later Journal

‘Alden papi that was awesome what you did to that jerk last night.’ Miguel says as the two close friends go walking down the street together after playing in their annual semipro football game against their archrival. Both men are in their 20s and were not heavily recruited by the big universities. They attended different schools originally, but ended up at the same small college playing football together. Both also managed to graduate with great degrees, but with the bad economy depended more on their physical skills than their mental ones. Both have had their share of troubles with bullies too since they are both considered minorities. Alden grew up in a mostly white neighborhood and was always teased for his dark skin color. Luis had similar problems growing up too since he was bullied for being of Hispanic heritage. Both men have small statures and have been unable to really compete on a high level since they have very little size and their strength is not comparable with their teammates. Both guys remembered that their high school football coach Gibson invited them to come by anytime they needed help with their training. That night before their next practice they stopped by his office and found him sitting on the floor all sweaty after doing a few crunches. Gibson’s body was ripped and quite hairy which made both guys lightly moan as they stared at each other and smiled. The coach smacks his head lightly as he shutters. ‘You two haven’t changed a bit have you? I will say that you both appear to have never aged. I am guessing that you are here for some kind of help with your training?’ ‘You could say that coach. Me and Miguel are getting tired of being pushed around by those dumbasses. It feels like school all over again.’ ‘Well I might have something for both of you, but I will have to give you a demonstration first.’ Gibson gets up and walks over to a cabinet beside his desk. He opens it and pulls out three small bottles. He opens one and shows both men the tiny pills inside. He takes one out and puts it in one of his hands. Both Alden and Miguel look puzzled as Gibson plops it in his mouth and grabs his bottle of water sitting on the edge of the desk. He guzzles it down and throws it in the trash can. ‘I’m going to tell you guys, this tiny pill works wonders. It…..oh shit I forgot to take this off…..*stretch noises*…..damnit…..’ The guys look on as the coach’s muscles begin to grow bigger as his veins pop out and thicken on his arms. His hairy chest begins to grow wider as it stretches the fabric on his tank to its limits. They can see his cock beginning to lengthen as it starts to peek down his right leg as it gets thicker. ‘Oh fuck sorry guys. I forgot what it does to little Grayson hehe. MMMMM…..*more stretching noises*gawd damn I love how it makes my back explode in size.’ They can see his lats pushing their way out from his back as his back pops several times making room for more size. His quads begin to push further away from his body as his shorts start to rip along the seams. His growing delts make quick work of the tank straps as they fall forward revealing his huge pec shelf covered in black fur as his sides shred the tank as it falls to the ground revealing his enormous pecs and ab slabs. He growls a bit as his beard gets a bit fuller from where it was before. His head even appears to have gotten thicker. The guys try not to show how aroused they are as they put their hands down close to their erections. The coach grins as he does a double bi as they swell up into huge softballs. The guys yell in awe as he does a few poses. ‘Whew damn, this feels incredible. I haven’t done a transformation for quite a long time and forgot how it boosts my sex drive. You want to see something really crazy?’ Gibson adjusts his cock to where it is sticking straight out. The two young men watch in awe as his huge meaty cock rips its way through his shorts and begins drooling precum on the ground. ‘OH YEAH! That felt exhilarating. This makes me so horny.’ He rips his shorts off and stands completely naked as he does a whole sequence of bodybuilding poses. They look on in amazement. ‘Uhh coach. Is it wrong of us to find you insanely hot like this? I mean….*licks lips* that looks so inviting.’ Alden walks over and grabs his cock. The coach smiles at him. ‘Buddy you go ahead and work that fucking cock over. I need to cum badly anyway. Miguel you get over here and help him service me.’ Miguel rushes over and starts to rub Gibson’s huge back as Alden gets down on his knees to lick and suck the coach’s huge cock. He moans loudly as Miguel quickly takes his clothes off and starts to slap his cock on the coach’s monstrous ass. ‘Oh damn Miguel, I think you need to get acquainted with my hole don’t you?’ ‘Oh yeah papi I do.’ Miguel teases his hole with his cockhead before slowly pushing it inside. The coach’s hole was already quite wet from the transformation. He growls a bit as Alden begins gulping down his cock working it into his throat. ‘OH YEAH ALDEN! That feels awesome, make me cum man I got plenty to give.’ Alden can taste the precum flowing down his throat as he manages to get a rhythm going. Miguel starts to pound him faster as he feels a load building in his balls. ‘Shoot all over my huge muscles Miguel. I want you to coat me.’ Miguel starts to moan louder as he feels it starting to rush up into his cock. He pulls out and showers the coach’s back with his huge load. The coach roars in excitement as he starts to fuck Alden’s mouth harder. ‘Come on little man, make your hulking coach shoot a massive load.’ He begins to slow his pace down as pulls Gibson’s cock out to plunge his tongue inside the coach’s cock slit. The hairy hulk yells in delight as he feels his cum beginning to race through his cock. ‘THAT’S IT ALDEN, YOU DID IT! HERE COMES MY LOAD!’ Alden closes his eyes as Gibson’s powerful load envelopes his head and shirt. The coach laughs and tells the little man to stand up and pull his pants down so he can dump his load all over his chest. Alden does get up and pulls his big brown rod out and starts to stroke rapidly. He moans loudly as he feels his balls filling up with cum. After about two minutes, he finally explodes all over the coach’s massive hairy pecs and abs. Gibson slaps his chest and shoulder and laughs. ‘Great job men. I think you both have learned the lessons of how the tiny pill makes you grow. Now I will show you that it does wear off.’ Gibson relaxes his body as the two guys watch in amazement as his muscles start shrinking and going back to where they were. They both see his cock deflate slightly back to its original size. ‘Whoa, why are you doing this?’ Alden says surprised. ‘I can’t stay that way man. It would get me into so much trouble. I don’t want anyone to take these pills away. I worked too hard to get them made.’ ‘So papi, I am guessing the other two bottles are for us right?’ Miguel asks. ‘That is right man. I just want you two to know that your bottles only have three pills in them. They need to be used wisely. Practice with them, you will have to learn how to control the changes. You can even take more than one pill at one time, but if you do just know that the effects will be substantial.’ Alden and Miguel smile huge as they know what he means. ‘Uh uh…..no no…..do not even think about doing that guys. Your bodies cannot handle it at this point in time. You will both take one pill on your first transformations. Besides you will be shocked at how you will look after that.’ They both look at each other and nod. Gibson gives a thumbs-up to them and tells them to come over and sit by him on his couch. As they do he smiles and starts to jerk his cock again. ‘I told you I had lots of cum to get rid of. Why don’t you two get to work on my pecs. I might be smaller, but the change filled my balls up with tons of spunk.’ Gibson works his cock quickly as the two men chew on his nips and even rub his arms. He moans loudly as he encourages them to make him hurt. They pinch and chew harder almost biting down on him. He yells feeling another giant load building. ‘OH YEAH GUYS RIGHT THERE…..HERE IT COMES…..FUCK YEAH I AM GOING TO COVER ALL THREE OF US WITH THIS ONE!’ Gibson sprays numerous jets of thick cum all over his chest, face and on to the two men. Alden moves down, grabs his cock, and swallows it catching a few jets in his throat. Gibson laughs a bit and rubs the black man’s buzzed head. ‘MMMMM ALDEN, you do enjoy my cock don’t you? That felt amazing. Give me a couple more minutes and I will have more for you. I want to see both of your cocks side by side.’ The two men get up and show them to him. He smiles as he admires the different colors. He smacks his decent-sized cock on them and starts stroking again. He immediately feels another one building in his sac and points his cock at theirs. ‘Here comes another one guys. Time to coat those pretty rods of yours.’ The coach sprays a few ropes on to their cocks as he strokes his jizz on them. He works them both over quickly trying to make them cum on to him again. They both moan loudly as he slaps their balls. ‘Yeah guys, make those testicles work. I want you to shower me with more of your hot lava. Give it to me men.’ They both start to shake as Gibson can feel them getting very close. He speeds up even more as Miguel begins cussing in Spanish and Alden begs for mercy. As they feel their loads moving through their cocks, the coach lets go and watches them bounce their cocks as their cum flies all over his body. He growls as each jet hits him as he leans in to kiss both cocks as they finish spraying him. The two men sigh as they fall on to the couch beside him. He smiles and tells them both to just relax for a minute. ‘You two need to get going don’t you? I am sorry that I have held you both up. Now you won’t have any energy for practice.’ ‘We will be fine coach, you have actually relieved a lot of pressure.’ Alden tells him. ‘Good. Come back here if you need any help with those pills guys.’ ‘Sure papi. I’m sure we will be back soon to share some information.’ Miguel says. The two men quickly put their practice gear on as Coach Gibson slides his gym clothes back on. He tells them to show their teammates that they are not wimps and bids adieu. The two men now feel like they can take on their adversaries even if it requires cheating just a little. End of Part I

Prologue -And So It Begins- The bright moon sits up high in the dark night sky, along with the endless amount of stars and constellations, casting an eerie glow down on a small backwater town in northern California. This is where the rumors originated from, well they were rumors at first, but that’s not to be discussed at this present time. Let’s just get to the story, how this new revolutionary serum came into this world, how it came into my possession, and how it changed all of our lives… ************************************************** ******* Victoria Evans walked down the dark hallway with a bounce in her step. This red headed vixen was an assistant to a doctor working on genetic DNA fusion, you know, the combination of one set of DNA code with another set, I’m sure you all have heard of this before. Where was I, oh yes! Victoria, this perfect woman. Any straight guy would practically do back flips just to talk to her; 27 year-old, size 36DD bust, pouty cherry lips, emerald green eyes, long legs, and a year round tan --- Yeah, you guys get the picture. Anyways, moving on… The dark hallways had very little light, only enough to see a few feet in front of the person. Victoria walked around the maze like building, her 4 inch heels *clacking* with each step that she took in her fast paced trek to the animal facilities lab on the basement level of BUCK ENT. As she made her way around another corner, in her lab coat and carrying a metal case at her side with one hand, a bright light comes into view on the wall to her right side a few hundred meters away. As she approaches the light, she turns left into the door of the lab. “Did you manage to get it, Victoria,” A man who appeared to be in his late 70s asked the redheaded she-devil. Victoria smiled, the dimples on her cheeks gave off a body shuttering feeling if you saw it; kind of a cross between pleased and maniacal. “Why do you always ask such stupid questions, Dr. Osborne,” she commented on his ridiculous remark, slamming the silver, metal case onto a table next to the computer he was working off of. “I always get what I want; you should know that by now.” The old doctor chuckled. “You sure do,” he said, ogling her breasts with his eyes. The female assistant cleared her throat, snapping the doctor back to attention. “Do you mind? You said you wanted this stuff tonight, so I got it; let’s finish the project tonight.” The older man blushed, “ah, yes.” He flipped open the latches on each side of the metallic case, opening the lid up. All that was inside was black padding and a small vial with crimson colored liquid. The doctor’s eyes took in the sight of it, his small eyes opening up wide. For years he had searched for a way to gain back what he had lost decades ago. His whole purpose for BUCK ENT was to compete against other leading manufacturer companies in the department of health related problems. As he started to lose his hair in his early 30s, he wished for a way to regain it; hair loss, something all men wished that they never had to experience. He was assigned the task to make a product for BUCK ENT to compete against other companies who have claimed to create different products to treat/stop hair loss and/or grow back the hair that was already lost. This was assigned to him a little over a decade ago. However, the small vial containing the crimson red substance was the missing catalysis to the doctors many years of research and development. With the last ingredient now in his possession, he finally felt like he had achieved his life goal that god had left for him to complete. Dr. Osborne delicately removed the vial from the case, holding it up to the light above him…”It’s time Victoria,” he craned his neck around, gazing deep into her eyes. She smirked, moving over to the computer terminal and began to type on the keyboard. “What specimen are we using?” The doctor removed his lab coat, grabbing a needle filled with what appeared to be blood. “Diceros bicornis,” he grinned at her. Her eyes went wide. “You can’t be serious?! Why not use the usual standard type?!” She looked on at him, frightened. His sagging old skin and withered body, standing up at a very unimpressive height of 5’3” slouched over. “Do not get in my way girl! This is my moment of triumph! I will finally be able to regain all that I have lost!” Did I mention that since it took so long, the doctor has also decided a way to change ones body as well? Well, I didn’t know that either until I, myself, actually tried it. The concepts are simple combine one set of DNA code with another. This is done with the combination of each specimen’s blood and the injection of whatever is in that vial of red liquid; the red liquid is what bonds the code together, making some sort of super DNA code. “But the diceros bicornis species is known for its-“ “Do you think I do not know that Ms. Evans,” he stopped her before she could finish. “I have always planned to use the diceros bicornis species. The black rhino is a powerful beast, one that will make a perfect hybrid human with its massive size, overly powerful strength, and its territorial temperament; it fits in perfect with the male society of the world. Males thinking that they own it all; now they can, starting with my transformation. I am the first step in this new evolutionary stage.” The doctor uncapped the needle, injecting it into a vein in his arm. He proceeded to move over to where the much younger female was standing, still in shock of what the doctor would eventually become. “Hand over the vile.” Very shakily she began to move the hand with the vial out to meet the doctor’s hand. She was however moving a bit to slow for the old man, who had waited many years for this one moment. The doctor quickly grabbed it from her hand. “Thank you, my dear Victoria,” a pleasant look on his face. The doctor took a few steps back, pulling out another needle from the pocket of his pants. Uncapping the top, exposing the pointed tip, he stabs it into the vial, removing all of the crimson liquid. He tosses the empty vial at a wall; it shatters into thousands of tiny shards. Osborne completely ignores Victoria now; his only focus is the needle, which he holds up to the light, entranced by its brilliant color. “Thank you,” was the last words out of his mouth, as he pushed the needle into the vein in his arm, releasing the substance throughout his entire body. The substance flowed through his blood stream, reshaping the code that made him who he was; redefining everything about him, both body and mind. Within a few minutes, it begins: Osborne lets out a grunt of satisfaction, his back arching back, arms spread out wide. The sagging skin on his body begins to pull up, returning close to his withered body, and then hardening. Wrinkles begin to fade away; muscles begin to return that he once had. His arms firm up arms swell up and begin to bulge in size; his biceps becoming almost comparable to softballs, but with an indestructible firmness. His forearms become thick and meaty. His veins begin to pump a new kind of blood throughout his body; they appear like snakes growing under his skin, laid out on top of the expanding muscle. His shoulders elongate, making way for his expanding chest; what once sagged now is hard and firm, as youthful and powerful like a college football jocks. His descended ribcage pushed out, forming a tight 6 pack, then reshaping again to become an 8 pack. A perfect v-shape formed, descending down into his already growing lower-body. While the top was reshaping, so was the lower half. The doctor’s legs were already swelling huge, his thighs swelling huge, calves were not that far from catching up. Osborne was beginning to become a very powerful muscle beast, that is, until the other thing happened; He never actually did stop growing. A massive euphoric bliss overcame the old, muscled up doctor. He reached down, grabbing the mid section of his pants, completely tearing them off of his body. There to behold was his small penis, unused for years, beginning to get hard and grow within the confines of his briefs. He grunted as it continued to fill up the insides of the material, getting thicker and longer, engorging more and more with the combined DNA of the two different species, until the underwear gave way. A giant erected cock and massive testicles were released from the cotton material; the cock slapping hard against Osborne’s abs and the balls hanging down low between his muscular thighs. Osborne stared in awe at the giant piece of meat he now possessed, it was his meat, his possession; pretty much his territory. Osborne grabbed hold of it with his hand, he couldn’t believe how this was happening. The cock and balls and the muscles of his body continued to grow and expand as he began to stroke his cock furiously in an almost rage like style. Then it happened, as his balls began to churn, as seed began to rush up the long flesh like tube to greet the air outside, Osborne clutched at his chest. In the distance, Victoria began to laugh at the old man. “You stupid fool; the stuff only works if you already have a body for it. You already being such an old man never took into accounts on the impact it would have on your organs such as your already half-working heart. Guess you won’t be able to see your dreams fulfilled, grandpa.” Osborne was shocked, all of his research and experimentation, only for it to be credited now to this bitch. His life long dream of living a youthful life has now began to fade away. He looked on at Victoria, anger filled his eyes, but there was nothing he could do as orgasmic bliss enraptured his entire growing body. The cock that now reached up to his massive shelf like pecs erupted hot, volcanic semen from the massive bulbous head. Osborne fell backwards, hitting the floor, cock still shooting massive globs of hot semen into the air, as he passed into the other life. Victoria reached into her lab coat and picked up her cell phone, turning around to the empty metal case. She hit one of the buttons on her phone, speed dialing a call. “Yes, this is Victoria,” she said a bit more energetically. “Of course, I have it.” She closed the case and latched it the way it was originally and began to walk out of the room into the dark hallways of the basement maze. She stopped at the door, “Of course. I will be right there,” with a swipe of her hands everything went dark, “Mr. Buck.”

Enjoying getting super freaky with this story, which is what I always wanted to do with it. Hope you all are enjoying it. Cheers. - Frank Pleasure Growth 9 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1116-pleasure-growth/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1117-pleasure-growth-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1118-pleasure-growth-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1256-pleasure-growth-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1257-pleasure-growth-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1389-pleasure-growth-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1489-pleasure-growth-part-7/ Part 8: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1551-pleasure-growth-part-8/ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Zeke rolled his 6' 4" frame over in his bed. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Grabbing a pillow lightly in his sleep he mummbled, "Damn, honey, you're makin' the head board knock the wall. We're gonna wake the neighbors, Aaron." POUND POUND POUND POUND! Zeke awoke with a start. The room he was in didn't look familiar at all. Where the hell was he. Then it came flashing back to him in his mind. Him and Sanjay had left the college to head out and find Aaron. They had to pull over to get some sleep in a town just inside the Arizona boarder. POUND POUND POUND POUND! "Zeke! GET UP MAN! WE NEED TO TALK!" Shaking his head, Zeke go up and pulled on some sweatpants and fumbled his way to the door. He undid the chains and locks and opened it up. "Zeke... we need to talk, I got two reports we need to look a..... GOOD LORD! Zeke! Did you take the same thing as Aaron? Has Aaron's...uhm well, cum infected you with the same testosterone treatment he's on?" "What?! What do you mean? What are you talking about? Why are you looking at me like...I'm some kind of freak?" "You mean that is normal for you?" "What?" "That!" and Sanjay pointed down to a large bulge bouncing in Zeke's left sweat pants leg. "Oh!.... Sorry... you just woke me up and I was.... well...having a dream. I sleep nude and had to throw something on." "Ok...but again... is this from a..." "No! I'm naturally hung. 11 inches fully erect. Let me go take a piss. That'll deflate it, and then I can put on some underpants too, to stuff it in, ok?" "Sure.. sorry... just kind of surprised me there. Huge rod...nearly poking through your pants... No wonder Aaron likes you." "About Aaron..." Zeke called through the bathroom as he drained his python. "You said you had two things to tell me about him?" "Yeah. The first is, the concoction is worse than we feared. It seams, Wylie had even given it timing properties." "Meaning?" "Meaning, that when he gets approximately half way through his growth spurt, it'll kick in harder. In his case it means, he can suddenly become arosed again, almost immediately, and have another growth spurt right on top of one. He could keep having the spurt until he finishes." "Oh my God... we might not be able to get to him in time before..." "Before he's actually the size of a mountain." Zeke came out of the bathroom, cock making a large bulge in his underwear and sweatpants as he sat down on the bed. There was a bit of a pause before he looked up to Sanjay and asked, "Do we know how big he is currently?" "I'm not sure.... the reports from the circus had said around twenty-five feet tall when he left, but there are some reports around town located, here..." and Sanjay pulled out a map. "they reported rumors of a man...a god...around seventy-five feet tall, but that was at a cavern, and now.... my friends at the geological society have forwarded me pictures of one set of rock formations... they're all collapsed, crumbled, but the pattern the show is almost as if they came up and out of the earth, not breaking apart and rolling down. The worst part though is there was some data recorded on the richter scale, but that didn't happen until after the cavern had collapsed. The tremers were recorded here and down into Mexio." "If that's Aaron that's making those tremers..." "He'd have to be over one hundred feet tall now." "Do we know where the area is?" "Yes, not that far from here. An hour or two." "Alright, let's get packed up an moving...." ***************************************************************************** Meanwhile at that location an hour or so away, Aaron was waking up from his nap beside the river bed. The river bed didn't really hold him, and he had caused the river to rise up several feet from its normal bank perameters, but it was enough to help him get cleaned up from the cavern yesterday. Having been able to move and wash, feel his new olympian sized muscles in action, felt really good and comforting, Aaron felt sleepy. But now it was morning, and he was starting to stir, particularly because he began to here very strange whooshing noises. ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh CRRRRRRCK "Angel One to base, we have reached target and flying over head. Over." CRRRRRRCK "Roger, Angel One. You and Angel Two scan area and see if you can locate the cause for what is being called, Lumberjack, for now." "Roger that base, we'll do a fly by and..." "HOLY SHIT! Mercury! On your fly back, three o'clock. We have him!" "Uhm... one moment base, Angel two apparently has a confirmational visual of Lumberjack. Have turned around for a fly back and will veriffffffffffSON OF BITCH THAT MOTHER FUCKER IS HUGE!" "Uhm. Can not copy Angel One. Are you referring to the Lumberjack as being huge?" "Major, I am verifying. Lumberjack is a man, the size of the Lumberjack we're referencing and he's jacked up worse than Hercules heading for a Mr. Olympia competition with all the precursor steroids to bulk him up!" "Angel One, how big exactly is big? Are we talking like Marvel's 'Angry Man' big?" "Bigger, Major. I mean to tell you he's so tall, his weapon of mass destruction is not only bigger than the weapon Angel Two and I carry, it might be bigger than our plane. Over." "Does the subject seem to be moving?" "He's apparently just waking up at the sound of our planes. Over." "Alright you and Angel Two proceed with caution. We want you to fight the special equipped concusive missles right at Lumberjacks head. Do you copy?" "Roger that, Base." "Once he is out, fly by until ground forces can get in and secure him." "Roger. Angel Two and I commencing firing pass on target. Stand by." ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh Flying from the east the two airplane came fast and furious upon Aaron. Aaron still seated, was having to look up directly into the sun to try and see what they were doing. It was to late to move his hand to block the first round of missles from Angel One by the time he saw them. Direct hit to his forhead, right above the nose bridge, on the brow between the eyes. Aaron made some kind of soft moan and winced his eyes as the missles exploded. Thinking he could simply shake it off, he let his guard down, and the missles from Angel Two flew in and made their mark exactly as well. "OOooh!" Aaron's voice rumbled as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his supporting arm gave way, and his torso collapsed to the ground with an ominous, resounding, THUD Thud thud thud... "Angel One to base. The Lumberjack is down and out. Repeat: Lumberjack is down and out. Over." "Copy that Angel One. You and Angel Two stay on fly by in location until ground forces can come in and secure Lumberjack. Copy." "Affirmative, Base. Stay on fly by at location until ground forces secure Lumberjack. Angel One out." The plays continued to fly by for several minutes overhead, appearing at the motionless body of Aaron. But Aaron was a young man, in his late teens, going, or growing, through a tremoundous horomonal change and one that had been jacked up quite a bit. It was the morning time. He was just waking up, and now he was put back to sleep. Most everyone knows what happens to a young man early in the morning just before he wakes up, and they all know what he's thinking of to make him that way. Aaron was no different, but the blows from the concussion missles had jostled his memory. Zeke was flooding back into his dreams, his longings, his desires. He began to dream of his boyfriend once again. Of the man being taller than him once again, like he used to be, caressing his body, kissing him deeply, carrying him to a bed or a couch, hoisting his ass into the air..... and plunging his nearly foot long cock deep within Aaron's hole..... "Mercury, I think we have a problem. There's movement down below." "Whadddya mean, there's movement down below, Wingnut?" "His body is moving..." "Hold on let me do another pass..." ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOSH OOOOSH! Ooooosh ooooosh "It's nothing, Wignut. I just saw his eyes. He's so far gone in deep stages of R.E.M. He might move a little titch or twich here, but he's out cold." "No, man. I tell you some how he's moving. There's something....DID YOU SEE THAT! His foot just pushed in part of the river bank wall!" "Copy that, Wingnut. But I didn't see his leg nor his foot move." "Oh...shit.... Mercury, his feet are closer to the river bank, almost in the river now, but his head is getting further away. I think Lumberjack is growing." "I think you're right man. He already looked like a Mr. Olympia contender, but he's looking more like the fuckin' Hulk now. Good gawd, how swole he's getting. I don't there's a part of his body lying actually fully flat on the ground, his muscles are so thick. "Angel One to Base. Base we may have a slight problem. Lumberjack is out, but he might be growing." "What do you mean, 'he might be growing?'" "His muscles are getting even fuller, broader, and thicker, since we knocked him out. Angel Two thinks he's getting taller. And sweet gawd almighty, he missle is certain getting an upgrade." "Angel One, this is Angel Two, doing a fly by over Lumberjack to confirm increase in size..." "Roger that, Angel Two. Make sure you get the computer scan on...what the? Oh my gawd! His missle head just serious got larger and redder. He's going to.... ANGEL TWO VERE HARD THREE O'CLOCK NOW! YOU'RE FLYING INTO TRAJECTED FIRING PATH OF HIS CUM CANNON! WINGNUT! WINGNUT MOVE!" But Angel Two couldn't change his flight path as quickly as Aaron climaxed. Aaron's cock become a gyser that spooed forth a torent of cum which hit Wingnut's plane from behind, splattering it with copius gallons and gallons of cum. "I'M HIT! LUMBERJACK'S CUM HAS GUMMED UP THE JETS! THEY'RE BURNING OUT!" "EJECT OUTTA THERE NOW, WINGNUT! DO YOU HEAR ME? ANGELTWO, EJECT NOW!" Angel Two just barely managed to eject from the cock pit in time. Meanwhile Aaron was waking up and seeing the crash of Angel Two and the sound of Angel One flying overhead.... "Oh...yeah! I feel so much better....bigger....stronger....hornier! I need Zeke.... Oh...Zzzzzeke...." Aaron began to try and stroke his cock, but it wasn't doing much for him. He stood up, staggering a couple of steps getting used to his new weight and the new girth of his thighs, not to mention the side of his arms, delts, pecs, calves..... Kneeling down for a moment, Aaron looked around the landscape. Finally something caught his eye as he mindlessly fondled and stroked his burgeoning manhood. It was an entrance to an old abondoned mine shaft. "Ooooh yeah...." Getting up again, Aaron made his way to the river and scooping up hundreds of gallons of water with his hand, began to splash his cock and balls making sure they were soaked and coated with water. Then strutting over to the entrance, because his frame no longer allowed him to walk, Aaron hefted his huge schlong up and placed the tip into the mine shaft. He then began to grip a hold of the mesa any which way he could as he began to pound his member into and out of the shaft at a glorious pace. "Ooooh....Z...zz....zeeeeke..... my love..... oooh where are....OOOH YEAH! THAT'S GOOOOOOD! Where are you!" Aaron's body began to pulse and swell, stretch and broader, thicken and harder, further....further...more and more and more as his cock lengthen and gathered girth inside the mine shaft and he fucked the ancient mine hard pretending it was his lover, Zeke. But he was already so full of muscle. His body had to compensate. He could hear and feel some bones cracking, snapping, reshaping, to accomodate the extra weight, heft, and girth of his mounding muscles. First his feet lengthened and widened, then his shoulders broke and widened, spreading out farther and farther apart. His bones were lengthening and thicking in density and girth to become like iron, steal, titanium in order to hold the increasing mass of muscle being placed up on him. Traps pushing into neck, delts pushing into traps, biceps & tricpes pushing into delts, forearms pushing into biceps & triceps, while the back and lats were pushing into the traps, delts, biceps & triceps. The abs bunched more and more thickening, hardening, becoming more defined as Aaron grew up and up and up, becomign an eight back of solid stone, more the size of castle bricks than cobblestone ones. His ankles thicken a bit and so to did the areas around his shins, pushing into the mounding, pulsating, throbbing globes of muscle that were his calves, which in turn were fighting and pressing into hamstrings, which pushed into the biceps femoris and the semitendinosis, which then grew and pushed into the adductir longus, the rectus femoris, and the vastus lateralis, the three gigantic and ever increasing tear drop shapes on Aaron's thighs. That whole mess, pushed up and hard in the back on the gluteus maximus causing it round firmer and bubble harder, while it front it pushed up and out on the scrotum and cock both of which were increasing in size as Aaron plugged away at the mine entrance. Finally Aaron halted a bit in his ramming, then continued the motion jerkily and slowly... "UUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!" Cum shot down the corridors of the ancient mine traveling for miles a super speed, finally spurts of cum were shooting out other minor entraces and air passages connected to the mine itself. Aaron pulled his cock out with a most difficult and ominous pop, and the mine shaft then began to collapse in on itself, ancient timbers and roofs caving in everywhere. ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOO-SMACK! Aaron turned around, by accident, his hand smacking the side of Angel One and swatting it like it was a fly. Mercury managed to somehow gain control, but just barely. A wing and engine damaged, he had to bring the plane down on the mesa top. "OOOOOOHHHH YEAH! You sought to knock me out. To keep me down. To subdue me, and now I'm even bigger than before! FUCK! Everything is too small for me now. Including.....Zeke.... I need to find Zeke. But I'm not sure where I am.... Shit! Pick a direction. Won't take me long to walk to a city now! I'll find out which way to go once I get there. Find Zeke... my love.... he'll know what to do." "Angel One to Base. Lumberjack is awake and on the move. He accidentally took out Angel Two. Pilot successfully ejected. Will need emergency pick up. Accidentally took out Angel One too, but I managed to bring her down safely. Sending my coordinates." "Roger, Angel One. Emergency crews on the way." "Also, data from last pass still intact. Computer estimates...Major...we have a bigger problem now. It estimates Lumberjack to be around five hundred twenty feet tall."

After increased interest, here are Parts 1: and Part 2: After being shown where he will be staying, Jessie decides to go ahead and get a little more comfortable with his surroundings by taking a nice long nap. After about twenty minutes, he gets a knock on his door. When he opens it, it is Victor again who comes rushing in and goes to sit on Jessie’s bed. Victor looks like he just came back from a very intense workout since his tank is completely drenched with sweat as he slowly drips perspiration off of his face and head. He takes his tank off to prevent more of a mess from occurring. “Sorry about this Jessie, I didn’t mean to get all of my junk on your comforter man.” He realizes what he just said and laughs. Then he motions for Jessie to come sit by him for a couple minutes while he talks to him. The sleepy man does so and wonders why Victor can’t just talk to him while he is standing. He basically just stares at Victor’s body whenever he is around anyway so it doesn’t really matter all that much. Victor’s muscles bounce every time he talks as the sweat continues to bead up and roll down his neck and chest. “Damnit, I can’t seem to stop sweating. Can you give me a few minutes Jessie while I go hop into your shower?” He gets up and rushes into the bathroom. He pulls his shorts off before he even gets into the room as Jessie sees his coach’s gorgeous Italian bum for the first time. There is a nice treasure trail of hair that is leading into his asshole. Jessie softly moans as he gets up to peer around the corner of the bathroom. He sees the gorgeous stud lathering his hot body up with the body wash he just put in there as his cock hangs sideways and is semi-erect. Jessie starts talking to his program coach from the corner of the doorway. “So……ummm you can tell me from the shower what you were going to say to me?” “Ohh well I was just going to discuss the next part of your program with you. You will be training with me of course, but that will be the easy part.” Jessie walks into the doorway and sees Victor with his back to him as he bends over revealing his hairy hole as he cleans it with his hands. The smaller man moans a little louder now as he quietly takes off his clothes to go sneak up on his coach. Jessie’s cock bounces frantically as it attempts to find its way into Victor’s enticing hole. Victor continues to speak to his client without him even knowing that he is right behind him in the shower. “I suppose that you will want to know what is going to happen next with you. Well….” Jessie starts rubbing his coach’s hot bubble butt and slaps his cock up against it. Victor jumps at first but grunts as he turns around to grab Jessie and slams him up against the shower wall. They both moan deeply as they kiss each other longingly and smack their cocks together. Victor starts stroking them both as he presses his muscular body up against his smaller partner. The horny man runs his tongue along Victor’s pec shelf as the muscly Italian puffs it up for him. “Mmmmm worship me Jessie, I really do need someone to appreciate what I have accomplished. It doesn’t happen all too often.” “I thought you said you had a lot of guys that were into you?” “Heh nah, I’m too old for them I think. You seem to like what I have though. You want to fuck me don’t you? Mmmm sounds good to me.” Victor stops stroking him and turns to bend his ass over so his hole touches Jessie’s cock. Jessie stares as his cock throbs wildly and starts to slowly part Victor’s hole. Victor moans loudly as he begins to move himself on top of his smaller top’s hungry cock. Jessie yells feeling his coach’s ass swallow his bloated prick. Victor then pushes Jessie down onto the shower floor as he starts to ride him. Their slick bodies rub together as they both grunt and groan. Jessie rubs his coach’s huge back muscles as they contract in his hands and is even able to reach around to feel his coach’s abs working overtime. “Mmmm Victor this feels amazing despite the fact that you’re doing all the work. I feel like I should be contributing somehow.” Victor slowly turns his body around to face Jessie and leans in to talk to him. “Jessie pretty soon you will probably be pounding guys into oblivion. Besides what you are doing with me right now is a sign that you have a dominant trait that is just begging to be cut loose. It takes a lot of guts to pursue the guy that is going to coach you and turn you into the man you deserve to be. And my gawd I can’t wait to make you fucking blow up into a superman.” Victor bounces is now picking up speed on Jessie as he feels him starting to draw closer to cumming. Jessie leans in to plant another kiss on his coach as they embrace each other. Jessie exerts his authority on Victor now as he pounds him harder making the coach grunt louder and even laugh. “OH FUCK YEAH JESSIE, you are going to be an insatiable beast, now cum for me you crazy man.” Jessie pulls out of Victor to starts slapping his cock on top of Victors heaving pecs. The sensation is getting him even closer. Victor takes it in his hands and continues slapping it onto the underside of them. They both growl as the coach rubs Jessie’s cock on his nipples. This is making Victor’s cock to start dripping all over Jessie’s legs. “MMMMM Jessie if you can spray your load onto my huge pecs that would make me cum harder than I have in weeks. I am beyond ready for you to coat me.” He slaps it harder on his pecs as Jessie tenses up. Victor strokes him harder once he can feel the cum racing into his partner’s cock. Jessie yells as he splashes his cum all over Victor’s bouncing pecs. The coach yells himself as he feels his cock preparing to burst itself. Jessie quickly leans down to start nursing on his coach’s nips which immediately puts Victor into a lustful trance. “AHH FUCK JESSIE, THAT’S IT! I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANY LONGER!” Jessie feels Victor spray several thick white ropes onto his lean chest before the coach pushes him up against the wall again and sits up to slap Jessie in the face with his leaky cock. “Mmm fuck yeah Jessie. You really know how to make an Italian guy like me feel good. I think you have just convinced me that you need to be transformed into a giant musclebeast.” “I just hope I don’t disappoint you Victor. You are so hot yourself. I would be happy to be at least half as hot as you are.” Victor smiles and pulls Jessie into him again as they cuddle with each other for a few minutes. After that, they decide to dry off as Jessie hugs him a little more making Victor purr deep down inside. He turns to kiss Jessie longingly again as he holds him close one more time. At this point it has been over an hour since Jessie saw Arliss. He wonders if he is moving too fast with all of these men since he has already had sex with both of them. Victor tells Jessie that he needs to go now, but he will be back soon to escort him over to the training facility. The Italian coach manages to find an outfit he can wear in Jessie’s wardrobe before he departs. Jessie puts on a fresh outfit as well before sitting down in a chair to check out some of the channels on his television. After a few minutes go by, he gets a knock on the side door adjacent to his room and realizes that he will have a roommate. Instead of getting up he tells them to go ahead and come in. They open it and come over to sit down beside of Jessie on his bed. It is Bronson who seems really upbeat after being down earlier in the day. Jessie smiles and asks him if his meeting went well with Arliss. “Did Arliss help you get settled in here?” Bronson curls his lip a bit and makes a strange face. “Well dude, he wants me to lose weight before I enter the program. I’m not sure that I can do that because he also said that I only have a few days to do it. Do you think that is even possible?” “Hmm I’m not sure man. Maybe your coach Lorenzo can help you figure out how to slim down.” “He said that to me, but I haven’t seen Lorenzo since I got here. He has been a real jerk and I don’t think he really cares about what happens to me. Has your coach been available dude?” Jessie smiles at him and nods. “Ohh yes, Victor is an incredible man. Very personable and really cares about what happens to me. He is supposed to come back here to take me to the training facility soon I think. I am a bit anxious though.” “You are really lucky Jessie. Maybe I should go find Lorenzo then. I will talk to you later.” Bronson gets up and walks back through the side door and closes it behind him. Jessie gets up and opens his door to walk out into the main hallway. He sees some activity going on a couple doors down and notices a thickly muscled stud standing in the doorway to someone else’s room. When he gets there he realizes that it is Thomas’s coach. The two men have been arguing quite a bit and Thomas looks extremely upset. Jessie’s curiosity gets the better of him as he walks down there to find out what is going on. He knows that he shouldn’t really be involved though. “I shouldn’t bother you two since it seems like you are in the middle of something.” The huge man grabs Jessie by the arm and turns him around. The brute is quite tanned with tattoos down his arms and has a thick beard on a very nicely developed face. His sparkling green eyes peer into Jessie’s as he smirks. Thomas sighs and walks back into the room he was in. “Oh no, you aren’t interrupting anything man. I am just trying to get Thomas motivated for his upcoming routine. He isn’t used to being pushed obviously. I’m Cliff Byutov by the way. You must be Jessie because most of the coaches and trainers have been talking about you.” “Good things I hope because I don’t want to be the black sheep here.” Cliff leans in again and gives him a big smile. His huge beefy arms wrap around him as he pulls him into Thomas’s room. He lets Jessie go and has him go sit in one of the chairs by the window as he walks into the bathroom to retrieve Thomas who appears to be hiding. “Get out there runt. I think one of the other guys here can be a great influence on you since you don’t seem to want to deal with me all that much.” “I don’t really want to do this. I don’t understand why it had to be me that ended up in this program. My friend Owen is the one that wanted to be transformed, not me.” “Well Owen isn’t here and I am not giving up on you Thomas. Get out there and sit with your other roommate.” Cliff pushes him out of the bathroom as Thomas staggers to go sit on his bed. Cliff comes marching out and stands between them. His huge beefy chest is covered in thick brown fur as Jessie scans it over with his eyes. Cliff winks at him and crosses his arms as he turns to stare down Thomas. “Alright Thomas, you have been chosen to go to training first. You will be required to go through some testing as well to prepare your body for what it will be exposed to. Now with Jessie here, I can inform him too that he will go through the same type of testing. I’m not sure if you are going after Thomas or not though. I think the other guy in this program has some prerequisites before he can even proceed so you might be after him.” “Well I know that Victor is supposed to come back to talk to me soon. Maybe I should go back to my room and wait for him?” Cliff puts his arm out and gestures to stay put. Thomas looks a bit miffed as Cliff walks over and picks him up. He rubs the small man’s back and hugs him. Thomas looks a bit more relaxed now after Cliff puts him back down on the bed. “You worry too much Thomas. I won’t make you do something that will make you regret coming here. Your mind is going to change a bit through the program anyway. I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin. I really do think that Jessie being here could be helpful to you in the long run. You should both get a bit more acquainted with each other to ease your concerns.” Thomas seems to agree with this as Cliff walks out of the room. Jessie goes to sit by Thomas and gives him a light hug. Thomas lays his head on Jessie’s shoulder and takes his glasses off. He sighs a bit before looking up at Jessie. “Cliff makes me feel so insignificant. He is such a huge man and I can’t understand why he would want to even train me. I mean I know he was assigned to me, but could they not find a guy a bit smaller eh?” Jessie laughs at what he just said. “Have you seen what my coach looks like? Victor isn’t exactly small either. I guess it depends on how we handle certain types of stress. If you want me to help you through this, then I will; besides your coach is quite hot.” Thomas smiles a little and agrees. He says that Cliff does like to hug him a lot and thinks that maybe he enjoys spending time with him. Jessie tells him that some guys like to exert their dominance and thinks Cliff might be into that. “The truth is I think Cliff probably wants to see you blow up into someone that he can have some fun with. You should get to know him a little better because you both might be able to build some kind of long-term relationship with each other.” “Ehh you might be right…..I guess I should start to listen to him more. I do agree that he is quite hot, I sense a nurturing side to him as well which is quite sexy…..okay…..I feel a lot better now, thanks Jessie.” “Sure Thomas, I need to go back to my room now because I figure that Victor is waiting on me. Talk soon man.” Jessie gets up and walks back out into the hall again where Cliff is hanging out. He smiles at Jessie and walks up to him. He puts his hand out and gestures for Jessie to put his out. He does and they shake hands. Cliff lifts him up and squeezes him tightly. Jessie groans a bit before Cliff puts him back down. He then walks back into Thomas’s room and shuts the door behind him. Jessie slowly walks back down to his room and opens the door. Victor stands by the window shirtless and turns to see Jessie in the doorway. They smile at each other as Victor gestures for him to close the door behind him so that he can spend some more time with him again in private. End of Part 3 Mocking the Hosts: Moving the Needle: Managing the Transition: