Jump to content

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'growth'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • General
    • News
    • Introductions
    • General Discussion
  • Written Works
    • Stories
    • Role Playing
    • Continuous Stories
    • Unfinished Stories
    • Fantasies and Story Ideas
    • Chat & Role-Playing Transcripts
    • Real-Life Muscle Growth Experiences
  • MG's Storiversary
    • Storiversary Story Archive
  • Media
    • General Images
    • Artwork & Morphs
    • Artists Showcase
    • Videos
    • Before & After Transformations
  • Community
    • Personals
    • Chat Buddies
    • Surveys & Polls
    • Advertisements
  • Bodybuilding
    • General
    • Training
    • Muscle & Mind
    • Diet & Nutrition
    • Steroids
    • Watch Me Grow
  • Off Topic
    • Main Off Topic Board
    • News & Current Events
    • Weird / Funny / Interesting
  • Hyper and Impossibly Big Muscle!'s Welcome!
  • Hyper and Impossibly Big Muscle!'s Gallery
  • DC Area Muscle's Discussion
  • Tall Muscle's Discussion & Advice
  • Furry Muscle Club's Club Chat
  • Miembros Hispanohablanes!'s Presentaciones
  • Miembros Hispanohablanes!'s Culturistas buscando sponsor
  • Miembros Hispanohablanes!'s Sponsor buscando culturistas
  • Superstrength and Crushing's Your favorite Superstrength & Crushing Stories
  • Dumbing Down Fraternity's Dumb Stud Pictures
  • Dumbing Down Fraternity's Dumbing You
  • Dumbing Down Fraternity's Meathead Make-Believe
  • Dumbing Down Fraternity's Mutual Muscling
  • South East Asia Muscle Club's Muscle Tales
  • 2D Muscle Artists's Topics
  • Bodybuilding Best Practices's Video Clips
  • Bodybuilding Best Practices's Bodybuilding Websites
  • Bodybuilding Best Practices's Top Tips, Articles and Guides
  • Second Life's Topics
  • Second Life's GYMS
  • New York City Muscle's Member Intro
  • New York City Muscle's Personals
  • Rochester NY Area Lifters's Topics
  • 3D Muscle Club's Topics
  • Vore and Absorption's Topics
  • Vore and Absorption's Stories
  • Drain and Theft's 📰 Topics
  • BOSTON AREA BODYBUILDERS's DATING OPTIONS?
  • BOSTON AREA BODYBUILDERS's GREAT GYMS IN BOSTON AREA
  • BOSTON AREA BODYBUILDERS's SEEKING WORKOUT PARTNERS
  • Seeking Sponsorship's I am looking to be sponsored
  • Seeking Sponsorship's I am a Sponsor

Product Groups

  • Advertisements

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

  1. Hey guys This story is dedicated to my good friend Mad Dog, I hope you enjoy muscle growth on older men because we are entering... THE AGE OF MUSCLE GODS! Story by Muscl4life CHAPTER I : Power of one, hunger of many. Right in the morning, I knew it would be one of those very long days. My secretary had called in sick the third time this month, which meant that I had to arrive earlier to take care of paperwork and every other detail before the patients arrive. It was stupidly hot and damping humid outside and the door attendant realized my frustration when I entered the building so he told me the central a/c was broke and they company would only fix it in the weekend. I had to open the windows to freshen up my office, but it also resulted in letting in the loud traffic noises and the disgusting fumes, still there was no other way to survive in such uncivilized heat. I managed to survive in that smelly furnace for a few hours until the first patient arrived for the 2 o’clock appointment. “Hello there, you must be Bradley right? Please come in.” I greeted the young lad opening the door. “Yes, thank you Doctor Finnegan…” His voice tone was very low and judging by his body language, I could tell this young man carried many issues. Although I was not having the best of days, I knew he needed someone to whom he could talk urgently. “Please make yourself comfortable, can I call you Brad?” I asked while he sat down at the couch, noticing how nervous that young man seemed. “I don’t mind, I mean you can call me Brad, if you want Dr. Finnegan.” “And you can call me John. How old are you Brad?” I smiled at him. “I just turned 18 last week, I hope this isn’t a problem.” He said at once. “I don’t see any problem, Brad. We are just going to talk.” I explained in a professional tone. “Ah, cool…” He replied and quickly returned to his silence. Brad carried the typical “emo” look. Dressed in black cargo pants, matching the color of his worn out Anathema T-shirt; his hairdo was meticulously cut to look like it was casually disheveled, dyed in a very dark tone of black with a purple lock that covered the left one of his very blue eyes. However, the blond roots needed retouching, which probably meant that he has been very busy to take care of his meticulous look. “So, what have brought you here, Brad?” He was understandably uncomfortable so I let him calm down for a bit, but noticing that he was growing restless, I decided to lead the session in the traditional way. “Brad, I just want you to know that I am here to help you, whatever problems you might have I am here to listen to you.” I gently smiled. It took him a few extra moments of hesitation, but he finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It is all my fault! I did something terribly wrong and now the whole world will suffer the consequences of my actions!” I could tell it was somehow a relief for that young man. “Have you committed any crime, Brad? Did you come here to confess anything?” I replied, suddenly feeling not so sure of my safety in the office with that disturbed lad. Brad looked at me rolling his big blue eyes. “I didn’t shot or kill anybody, just because I dress like this, it doesn’t mean that I am one those psychopaths. Please, have some respect for my freedom of expression okay?” “I am so sorry, Brad, I judged you in advance. That won’t happen again, I promise.” I felt bad for the kid, he came looking for help, and I treated him like everybody else. “It’s not only your fault; I guess I should have explained things first. I came to you because I read the books you wrote on paranormality. You basically tried to convince your readers that we can do things with our minds that science can’t yet explain right?” That lad sure had done his homework. “You’re right, Brad. The human mind is more powerful than current medical science can measure.” He took a deep breath. “Well, that’s good, because I have discovered something that freaked me out. I have this power…this ability if you want, it started very soft and subtle but it is getting very hard to control it!” “What kind of ability are talking about, Brad? Divination, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis?” I felt that discussing things in a more technical level could make him realize I understood his concerns. “No, nothing of that…it is a weird power. I can…make men grow bigger and more muscular!” Brad confessed, probably expecting that I would just call him lunatic. I looked seriously at him and replied. “You are not the first one who reported me such condition, Brad.” “What?” “In fact, I have even started a special study on this particular condition. All over the world, many male individuals have been reporting this new kind of paranormal ability, and I am inclined to believe that it is linked to a correlated phenomenology, which is the reports of hugely muscular men, much bigger than any acceptable social standards.” Bradley was speechless for a few moments. “So, you say that you believe in me?” “I never thought you were lying, Brad, but perhaps you are taking the blame for something that is not being caused by you, at least not consciously. Now tell me, who you believe that has been growing because of you?” Bradly smirked. “You’re just full of crap, aren’t you? Alright, I know you probably have found out that I am into older muscular men.” “There’s nothing wrong with that Brad. You are a young healthy man expressing your sexuality; you are entitled to have your fantasies.” I never expected to get such breakthrough right in the first session. “Oh, I express my sexuality indeed. I can’t help it, everywhere I look, those geezers who were skinny, flabby and weak turning into massive muscular men right in front of my eyes, and they come after me, they all lust for my tiny, soft, smooth body!” I could tell the guilty Brad carried was consuming him. “These men are indeed superbly muscular and much bigger than we once thought to be possible, Brad. They are all over 60 years old and such muscular development has never been recorded in Medical History, it’s understandable that you feel attracted to them, like all the other young men who believe they are doing something so wrong they need to be punished.” The young emo lad snapped. “You’re just like everybody else! I am telling you that I am responsible for all those growing geezers all over the world. I have set the changes! All those guys are just mere vessels for my own madness!” I took a deep breath. “Brad, why are you inflicting such pain and suffering upon yourself? Do you believe you have done anything that deserves such punishment?” The tears blurred the heavy makeup underneath his eyes. “I am fucking my own grandfather!” He confessed and felt so guilty that I had to hold his arms before he stormed out of the room. “Please, tell me what happened. Were you abused?” “What? No way! My grandpa feels just as guilty as I am feeling at frist …we couldn’t help it! He’s growing so intensely, and I am feeling so horny when I am near him…” “Does anyone else in your family knows about that?” “He’s the only family I have, my parents died in a car crash and he was a widower before the accident. He raised me ever since I was 8 years old, we lived very happy until…I broke everything” “So, your grandfather is one of the men growing, I understand that it might have been a dramatic change in your young life. He has been your male role model, and seeing him becoming so much more muscular and stronger is a very powerful fact.” I tried to rationalize but Brad was convinced otherwise. “He is not just one of the growing men, he is the primordial one, the one through which I channeled my power and damped with the supernatural forces of this existence!” Bradley shook his head violently. “You know that paranormal abilities are not the same of supernatural forces, Brad. You have studied my books and understood the differences…” “Oh please, they’re the same thing, only told with different words! I set this shit in the world through the ritual I performed in my house! I found the ancient books of magic and sorcery, I have found the components, and I did everything for him!” Brad was deeply moved by his own hallucinations. “Brad, listen to yourself, you really believe that some ritual you performed is capable of changing men all over the world?” “You don’t understand…the power I have, it manifests when I am horny, and Grandpa was the first to receive the benefits, he has always been very muscular and manly…” Bradley picked his cellphone and showed me some pictures that deeply impressed me. “Is this your grandfather?” I asked holding the cellphone closer as I switched over the impressively hot pictures of this tall bearish tower of muscle elder man, with a huge thick cock posing with such casual authority that it simply blew my professionalism out of the park. At that moment I knew Bradley had to be hallucinating, because I had seen pictures of that same man many times before, posted in different gay blogs and sites all over the internet. That was one of the most iconic “muscle daddy” fantasies – the tall, bald, bearded, massively muscular man with white hair all over his phenomenal body. Bradley sighed. “Yeah, imagine what it feels to be a young gay man living with a breathing wall of muscle. Grandpa is not aware of his oozing sexuality, even the simplest of his actions can set me on fire, the way he drinks milk out of the gallon, bulging those hugely biceps…” I gasped. “This can’t be true Brad, these pictures had been around much before the reports of the growing elder men; the muscles on this man were earned by years of hard work and dedication.” The young lad looked at me, realizing that I had also found the pictures of his alleged grandpa. “Yeah, you’re just one among thousands of horny men dying to know more about my pops. You must have jerked off a lot to these pictures, haven’t you?” I tried to ignore my own blushing. “Regardless, I have seen these pictures all over the internet. It is hard to believe this man is your grandfather since it is such a famous picture, and no one seems to know more about him. Brad’s grin was priceless. “Well, I am truly his only grandson. I was very shocked when I found about them too, but it was a great thing because my obsession was making me crazy. At least I found out that not only he was gay as well, but he also likes to show off his amazing body!” “So he just took these pictures behind your back?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah, Grandpa used to take the pictures when I wasn’t home, he asked his lovers to take them, and his fans are always begging him to post more, I am so excited that he digs the fact people want to know more about the humongous muscle man who poses naked outside the snowy winter. Now I have the pleasure to be the only one taking his pictures, but we stopped sharing them, at least until I unleashed the growth” “What do you mean Brad?” I realized that I sounded as nervous as the young lad in the beginning did. “Things before pops and I have grown much more intense after these pictures. Once I found about them, it gave me the courage to come clean about my feelings, and my biggest surprise was to realize that he just felt that I was the hottest twink in the world!” Bradley said in a truly proud tone. “So, how has escalated to a worldwide geezer growth situation?” I still strongly believed that young lad was just another one of the muscle daddy lovers who lost their sanity after this unexplainable growth condition started. Brad rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe I am responsible for this right? Fine…I’ll let you with a proof. You must have realized that not ALL older men are growing at this point, only some of them are being blessed.” I decided to see where this was going. “Yeah, my Uncle Steve is 67 years old and he doing quite alright without any growth so far. I had just checked with him a few days ago.” Brad reached for my hand and held it for a moment, closing his eyes for a second before opening them with a renewed grin. “Yep, that’s right. Your dear Uncle Steve has not shown any growth, but he has never been a skinny man either, a former Ranger, he has been in great shape for his entire life. I bet he is upset that he has not started growing like some of the older men. That’s because the growth needs a trigger, and this can only be provided by a younger guy desiring the man to grow bigger for him…” “Okay…that was spooky, I’ll admit.” I said retrieving my hand from Brad’s touch. “Don’t worry, doc. I understand how you feel; you called your Uncle Steve with desperate hopes to see if he had grown bigger too, but both of you felt so frustrated with the answer. But that’s okay now, I made it happen, your hunger for his growth triggered the changes for your dear Uncle Steve, he’ll soon join my grandpa and the many others all over the world. The rest of the reports you had are not hallucinations, but they are not responsible for the growth either. I am doing this, I am changing the world because Grandpa asked me to.” I gulped. “Brad, what the hell are you talking about? W-what has he asked you?” Brad stood up at once. “Oh dear…would you look at the time? It’s the end of our session. I guess we’ll have to wait till next week to discuss more about that huh? ” He said letting the money for the session on my desk and headed towards the door. “The world is about to change even further, John. The right men will grow to claim the power they deserve over us, little frail men. They will lead us, they will love us, and they will protect us from our naughty selves”. He said before closing the door. I was simply appalled, that young emo lad changed his expression, and he no longer seemed the troubled young beautiful lad that came into my office. He had a confident aura about him like he had done exactly what he needed to do. That boy was so spooky, but then I felt this urge to grab my cell and dial to my Uncle Steve. It actually took him more than usual to answer, but thankfully, Uncle Steve’s voice at the other side made me calm. “Hello, John.” “Uncle Steve, I am so glad to hear from you. Is everything alright ?” I heard something in the back, I could swear it was some kind of animal roaring. “Oh it sure is, boy. I was just talking to my friend Bruce here; he had great news for me!” “Really? What is it?” I asked shortly forgetting about the weird session I just had. I overheard someone saying. “It is done, call him over.” Uncle Steve chuckled. “I can’t say it now, you will have to come here, but you will love it! I promise.” I suddenly gulped. “Grandpa, does your friend has a grandson?” “Oh yeah, he does and his name is Brad, a very interesting character.” “I am coming right away Uncle…” I said before turning off the call and reach for my bag. To be continued.
  2. blazefiresabre

    Spartan Wing; Last Chapter

    Last chapter in the series, started this a challenge set by DPhoenix to write something around a image he morphed. Was ages ago and I write slowly, sorry. Thanks to Greggrth for his help. --- Running through the hallways, Duncan's waist chaffed against the tightening speedo. He ran around the maze of the Spartan Wing trying to find his way back to him room, but his mind was muddled. Every time he tried to focus on remembering the walk from the room, his room number or even where he was; his thoughts would wonder and fill with dread. They wondered back to Ben and how it felt to blow a load with the boy's hands caressing his body. Back to Jake, a massive beast of raw power and pure muscle. Toby the chef and the endless gorge on food which had swollen his body and his gut. And the twins, tall and lean with every striation of muscle begging to be licked as they stood there in nothing by speedos. He snapped back out of it, 'what am I doing?' he asked himself. He tried to distract himself, keep his thoughts away from them; with page 3 models and Playboy cover girls, but the thoughts wondered back to the men who worked here. To the men who where just a short walk away. Walking was torture, as he looked down the speedo cut into his groin, digging into the skin around the waist the quads. Why were they shrinking? he thought then he caught his reflection in the window, it wasn't the speedos that were shrinking. Duncan's body continued swell, his frame gorged with muscle, his neck barely visible as his traps tried to swallow his head. Moving forward again, rushing back to his room, every step was accompanied by a tremor and the strained sounds of tearing. The pain growing as the fabric stretched and became tighter. He lent against the wall, propping himself up with a arm that cracked into the brick surface, the euphoria of growth sending his head spinning. Looking down the corridor the nearest door read S32, his room. Pushing himself off, his hands went through the stone surface, the wall crumbled around his bare feet. Shaking the dust off his arm, his swelling bicep slapped against the hard surface of pectorals that grew bigger with every passing second. He had realised then that he didn't have the swipe card on him, thinking back...the gym, it was in the pocket of the tattered remains of his jeans, shredded to threads and now a pile of rags near a bin somewhere no doubt. Could he force it open? Maybe push it enough to break the lock? Maybe smash the whole thing down? Then how he close it behind him? What am I thinking? All that aggression, damage and boastful display of power, it wasn't him. Fuck it, I'm locked out. A his hands rested on the wooden surface the door slowly swung open. He forgot to lock it in the first place. Rushing through, the wooden frame hit the outside of this pecs. Even hunched and ducking down face went into the top of the door frame. He still had no sense of his new size and power. Stepping back, he looked around the door frame and and himself, at least what he could see that wasn't blocked by the thick pecs and shoulders. One foot forward, he grabbed the top of the door frame on the other side, lowered his body, but twisted to go insides. Last time had to do something like this was squeezing through a chained up gate when he was twelve. Just like then his back and massive heaving chest where pressed tightly against the sliver of space, but he made it in anyway without too much damage. Duncan closed the door in a hurry and slammed the door behind him. Knocking over the dresser, it landed and cracked open against his calves and foot, he marched straight through the rubble, not even feeling a pinch of pain. He stood before the mirror, one more time, pinching himself to make sure it wasn't some dream or nightmare. He didn't wake up, before the mirror he saw himself, a massive hulk of ripped muscle and pulsing veins. His hands ran over his pecs again, succumbing to the joy of his new form a lapsing second, his cock twinged; hardening the speedo finally snapped, pinging off his skin it landed in a heap against the wall. He reached down to the python like meat, even has his hands had grown, he just about wrapped his fingers around the full width. Stroking it, he took his fingers right up to the tip, squeezing the head tightly between his finger and thumb, drawing out all the pre, thinking of the boys downstairs "Fuck!" he growled, he let go of himself, head in his hands, as he forced himself to think of anything else, the concentration sending a throbbing pain of a headache. He stormed forward, the gym bag he used to pack his belonging sat on the bed. Duncan drove his hand in. A knock at the door. "Hello?" he recognised the voice, "It's Ben, we were wondering if you were ok?" Duncan's hand rummaged through the bag desperately, "I'm..." he struggled to fight against the words, hard and horny, and struggled to invite him in,…"f-f-fine". "Because me and the boys-" "Boys?" Duncan fearfully questioned. "Yea, I'm here with Jake, Toby, Owen and Lewis" all of them?! Did I lock the door? "we were worried if you were ok after you left in a rush?" In the bag Duncan found his phone, thank fuck, lightly scrolling through he found the pics, ones downloaded offline along with some videos, and others sent by now ex-girlfriends. Flicking through them, he got no reaction, in fact he felt his cock soften in his hand. What the fuck, why aren't these working, they've always worked when... "Duncan?" came another voice from outside, they were still there, those four guys, he thought, feeling his hard on return. He looked at the shower, mind wondering, big enough-STOP IT. He flicked through the phone again, looking for more, maybe something else will work. Scrolling and scrolling, the phone crumbled his hand as his thumb pressed all the way through the flimsy glass and metal until he felt is press against his palm. "SHIT!" "Duncan?" they were just outside, his mind and imagination were running around, and thinking about the guys again his cock rose, harder and harder. Back to the breasts and wet pussies and he throbbing meat faded. He looked at the door as they knocked again. In the center, a handle to open and a latch to lock it. He had to clear his mind, keep his mind off it. He couldn't do it with them about. Handle to open, let them in, be gay, with guys, muscled guys, satisfy his growing cock. Latch to lock, keep them out, keep them away, get rid of this. He inched closer to the door. Open Or lock The door was in reach, all five of them, big, huge pumping, well endowed. But men. Open with handle Or lock with latch They knocked again, the large shower beaconing Duncan, with room for five more. He walked to the door, seeing the two pieces of metal. Handle. [8’8’’, 515 lbs, 4%, 14’’]
  3. As Justin just stands there in sheer awe, Cecil grabs him and shoves him on top of his cock. The smaller muscleman agonizes as the beefy giant’s cock stretches his hole wider. After finally getting all the way in, Cecil begins to pound Justin into oblivion. He yells in pain as he feels the aggressive top beginning to grow again. His 13” cock starts stretching him even further as Justin tries to stop him from fucking his ass, but he can’t do anything. At this point, he is close to passing out, but not before he notices Cecil moving them back to the puddle of precum. Justin screams to stop as he doesn’t want him to keep growing while he is inside him or he will kill him. It is at this point that the other giant, Garrett, awakens from his slumber and jumps to his feet as the ground shakes. He rushes over to try and pull Justin away from Cecil but he is now fighting with an even larger opponent. Cecil’s huge muscular frame continues to expand as he collapses into the pool of precum. Garrett yells in disgust at this as he sees the two huge men wallowing in it. The weight of the two men is too much for the floor as it falls in and takes them with it. Onlookers still in the warehouse begin to scatter as they feel the floor beginning to move under them. Garrett peers down into the new giant crater and can only see smoke billowing. He squints and can hear weird sounds coming from within. Once some of the smoke clears, he jumps back at what he sees. Cecil no longer looks remotely normal, but rather more like that green superhero. He fears that the hulk will not be able to control himself and starts to move away from the crater. His huge feet though combined with the unbalanced floor is beginning to make the whole warehouse unstable as he hears sirens going off and things falling in on their selves. Cecil is trying to climb out of the crater but is actually making the structure crack even more. Anyone remaining in the facility is picked up by Garrett as he goes racing out of the complex. He can see a fire starting to billow in the back of the warehouse as he hears the giant hulk roaring. He wonders if he should go back in there since he hasn’t seen Justin. He puts down his rescued workers and goes around the side of the facility to see where the fire is. When he gets there, he can hear Cecil inside. He manages to break through a wall and sees the hulk lying on the ground surrounded by flames. Before he can do anything else though, he hears the rafters above him give way and they fall on top of Cecil. He manages to turn back around and get out without being harmed. At this point, the warehouse is now becoming completely engulfed as the fire department arrives. Garrett knows he can’t stay there any longer or people will be hunting him down so he runs into the nearby forest. Within a few minutes, he finds a giant man sitting by a tree passed out but breathing. He goes over to him and tries to wake him up. He appears to be bruised up, but his body also looks like it has just been born. When he turns the giant’s head towards him, he realizes that it is Justin. He leans down to kiss him deeply in hopes of getting him to wake up. It works slightly as the huge brute mutters to himself as his cock awakens too. Garrett leans down to swallow up Justin’s foot long down his powerful throat and gulps. Justin moans loudly as his eyes open and he grabs Garrett’s head to force him to suck him. Despite gagging, the sucker feels comfortable with the huge cock down his throat and moves even faster tasting the pre pouring. Justin starts squirming as he feels a load moving up into his cock and roars in anticipation. Garrett knows it will be an enormous load since he just went through another transformation so he moans too. After a few more sucks, Justin unloads as he holds Garrett’s head on his cock as it fills his gut up with thick ropes of cum. The smaller hulk looks down and sees his gut protrude further outward and wonders if this will make him as big as his coworker. Once Justin finishes cumming, he lets go of Garrett as he falls over on the ground. The cum begins to dissipate inside him as the huge hulk along the tree smiles like he knows what will happen next. Garrett feels it working inside him as he grips the dirt beneath him and feels all of the muscle fibers from within his body swelling up. His already immense arms begin to grow further as he watches them become bigger than what his legs looked like originally. His chest swells to just under his chin as his legs part even further. He feels his cock bouncing furiously as it spews cum over and over again as it lengthens to over 15”. He yells in pain as his voice scares all of the birds in the trees away. Remarkably, his mind stays intact as he looks over at the smiling behemoth sitting along the tree. He crawls over to Justin and lays his head on his shoulder as he breathes heavy. Justin finally speaks and says that he doesn’t hate Cecil for what he did to him, but that he feared what happened to his mind. Garrett tells him that he thinks Cecil is dead as Justin admits that he saw the fire from where he was sitting. They begin to talk about what will happen next with their predicament. Justin tells Garrett that he has heard some unusual voices far off in the distance and thinks that they may not be alone. They agree that they can’t stay where they are very long because it is possible that someone will come looking for them. They decide to take turns keeping watch while the other one sleeps. Justin says he will keep watch first since he has already taken some sort of nap before Garrett got there. As a portion of the night passes, Justin wakes Garrett up to whisper that he hears the voices getting closer and to get the fuck up. As they try to rush away from their spot, Garrett notices that his cock is leaving a trail of pre on the ground and he tries to cover it up. Justin grabs him and tells him to stop fucking around and get moving. Once they get moving, they find the grassy area of the forest and try to disappear. The voices eventually end up where they were staying. The two hulks can see two equally large bodies from about 1000 feet away. The two behemoths in front of them keep walking towards where the warehouse once stood. All of the excitement from earlier in the evening is over as the fire department has already left and the entourage has dissipated. They wonder who these two men are and why they would risk being out in the open. Garrett tries to convince Justin that these two guys may know how something like this would happen, but Justin tells him that he is crazy for wanting to approach them. After a few more minutes of debating, Garrett agrees with him and they turn to move further into the forest. As the dawn approaches, they find an open area. Justin tells Garrett that this is too risky to wade through because there could be someone lurking around waiting to possibly catch them or something. Garrett is willing to risk it though and starts walking ahead of him. Justin can see a shadow in the trees on the left and can’t make a sound as he gets on the ground. His big buddy has no idea and continues to tread on. Before he is aware of the other big hulk, they run towards him and punch him in the head. Garrett falls to the ground as the big man in what appears to be a lab coat turns him over to part his lips. Justin looks on as he sees the giant pull out a test tube with a yellowish fluid in it. He pops the cap off of it and pours the contents into Garrett’s mouth. The giant man just sits there as if he is waiting for something to happen and starts talking to himself. Justin tries to listen to his words, but needs to move in closer to hear them so he gets up from his position. The man can hear him and jumps up to defend himself. Justin stops and cocks his head as the man smiles at him. ‘Hello there big man, I am guessing this is your friend,’ he says to him. ‘What have you done to him? What is that stuff?’ The man in the coat just laughs and opens his coat to reveal his giant muscles to Justin. At this point, the concerned giant is unimpressed by the doctor’s body since he has seen a couple of them already. The man stops smiling and realizes that he isn’t the first or second one he has seen. He comes towards Justin and demands to know where one in particular has gone. Justin doesn’t utter a single word to him which makes the man even angrier as he starts to fight him. He knocks the man down and starts to drag Garrett through the grass as the doctor begins chasing them through the field. Garrett mutters a few words but Justin can’t stop to listen to them because he is too busy trying to get away from the doctor. Despite the fact that he doesn’t want to leave Garrett, he lets him go and disappears into the forest again. The doctor follows closely behind as the sun shines brightly above them.
  4. tortolis

    Boot Goes Home For Thanksgiving

    Here's another installment of the Boot and Chris saga. I'm gauging interest in getting the story line back into chronological order and reposting the earlier episodes. -------------- Boot Goes Home for Thanksgiving As the day came closer I began to think that Thanksgiving at the mansion in Oak Park with Chris was perhaps not such a good idea after all. What had I gotten us into? For the first ten miles of the drive I didn't tell him what was waiting for us. My father and I are like oil and water, and I had originally planned on staying away for the holidays, but I wound up changing my mind after my sisters talked to me. They're my half-sisters, actually, from Pop's two previous marriages, older and married and nicely set up with their lives. But lately, after years of their threatening to sever relations and then relenting, things have taken a turn for the worse and I've been feeling a little sorry for him, alone in that big house. I knew they wouldn't be coming and I knew he wouldn't believe it until they actually didn't show up. They had threatened to stay away before, but in the end they always arrived with smiles and gifts and without recriminations. It was a perennial joke: "How can you have Thanksgiving without Ginger and Brandy?" Just fill in the name of the holiday. But this time I thought there could be trouble, depending on how much my father had been drinking before we got there. I briefed Chris on all this and he took it in like a chemistry lecture. It seemed natural to him, even though he's an only child. He calmed me down instead of the other way around: I was dreading the approach to the house, the long, curving drive and the gate and the entry doors. We could get in the gate without calling the house — I have a clicker for it — but the doors are wrought iron and glass and enormous, and if they were barred from the inside, we wouldn't be able to open them from the outside. And the housekeeper, Agnes McAuliffe, might have the day off; after all, it was Thanksgiving. But there she was, a one-woman welcoming committee in her black uniform with its white frilly apron. "Absalom, you old ingrate," she laughed as I pecked her on the cheek. We talk in a code that's mostly jokes, hardly saying a straight word to each other. "And who's this tall glass of water?" She gaped at Chris with her jaw hanging open as part of her act. "I'm Boot's friend Chris from school," Chris offered. "Well, Boot's friend Chris, I'm Agnes, and if there's anything you want, I run this place, and don't let anyone tell you different." "From what Boot tells me no one would dare," Chris said, which was perfect. And then, having heard us in the foyer, Father came gliding out from his study. He was wearing slippers and a smoking jacket, looking like he'd stepped out of a drawing-room comedy. Or perhaps more like Peter O'Toole the morning after a bender, with telltale shadows under his eyes and a look of deep disappointment. Nice to see you too, Pops. "Father," I said, "this is my friend Chris Morgen from school I told you about. Chris, this is my father, Telemachus Catsos." I knew what Chris was thinking: no wonder he named his kid Arbuthnot. Revenge. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Catsos. It's Chris Morgenfruh, actually. Boot wants me to change it and as far as he's concerned it's a done deal." My father looked up at Chris, squinting histrionically, and then switched his gaze to me. "He's rather large, isn't he?" he asked. I hate when Pops does this to people, talking about them like they're not there. "He hears and speaks perfectly well, Pops," I said. "You may address all such questions directly to him." He swiveled back to Chris and extended his hand, acting exasperated and perplexed for my benefit. "Well. Chris. Call me Telly. So what's your sport? Football, no doubt? Or the shot-t-t put-t-t?" He pounced on the consonants like he was spitting tobacco juice. "Not an athlete, I'm afraid," said Chris. "I'm studying engineering. We don't even build those fighting robots." Pops looked at me and said, "Grotesque misallocation of resources, isn't it?" A little snide, but this remark was also a sop to me, using business argot to show that we share an interest in something. Then he told Chris "No use fighting destiny, son. Biology is destiny. Take a look in the mirror." If Chris was baffled, he seemed not to care. Just another nuthouse. "Don't mind him," I said. "My father can be rude, but he figures that if he's cryptic enough then no one will notice." At this point Agnes' two granddaughters came in. How old were they now? Eleven, I think? Deirdre and Fiona are fraternal twins, and as always, they were determined to look different from each other — Deirdre in braids and Fiona in a ponytail, Deirdre in a classic tartan pinafore and Fiona in a cute skirt and a girly blouse. But with their auburn hair, freckles, green eyes and all that rosiness, it was really no use; they seemed like the same girl. They had come bounding into the foyer to greet me, but as soon as they glimpsed Chris, they stopped short and went shy, blushing and exchanging urgent whispers. "Girls," I said, "this is my friend Chris from college. Chris, this is Fiona, and this is Deirdre." They stood their ground with their eyes wide, not moving or speaking. Chris knelt down and said "Hi, Deirdre. Hi, Fiona." They walked up to him warily — first Deirdre, who curtseyed silently and then ran back to her place beside Fiona, and then Fiona, who looked him straight in the eyes. "Hi, Chris," she said. And then, before turning back, she reached out to Chris' left upper arm, the bicep, actually, as he knelt there. She seemed to wipe her hand on it, as if an ice cream cone had dripped on her. When she rejoined Deirdre, they had more to whisper about. Chris was wearing a long-sleeve button-down I ordered for him, so his arms were covered. Yet with her first glance at him Fiona seemed to take in secret information, and now Deirdre knew it too. They couldn't look away. His collar button was open, revealing just a bit of cleavage under his neck. Is that what they saw? What were they thinking? "Girls," said Agnes, "don't go back to the playroom now. Go upstairs and wash up. Dinner will be soon." "I think we should wait for Ginger and Brandy," said Pops. Agnes and I gave each other the eye-roll. "I don't think they're coming, Mr. Catsos," said Agnes. "Trust me, they're coming," said Pops. "They'll be here any minute. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without — " "Don't say it, Pops," I said. "You sound like your friend Dubya with his weapons of mass destruction." My father and I don't see eye-to-eye on politics. "Ginger and Brandy aren't even in the country. They're in St. Barts." "They're not in St. Barts. I'm renting the St. Barts house this week." "They're at a resort, Pops. They wouldn't stay at the house even if you let them. Both families together, the girls, their husbands and your grandchildren. I talked to them this morning and they're having a really good time, and you can't blame them. Only you would try to use Thanksgiving as a way to break up two families. How could you think they would come here without their husbands and children?" "I don't consider them proper husbands. You know that. When a father's consent is withheld…" These whining moments are when he sounds like one of his wives. "It's like a tree falling when no one's there. I'm surprised they could even afford St. Barts without — " "Father, get over it! They're married ladies with loving husbands and good homes. They're raising children and getting on with their lives." I could hear Agnes in the dining room re-setting the table, removing place settings that my father must have insisted upon earlier. She was raising a clatter to distract us. Chris was smiling politely and looking around as if unperturbed, but I'm sure he wanted to sink into the limestone floor. A couple of times he looked up as if he were noticing or remembering something and he'd wander off for a bit, perhaps looking for a bathroom. I couldn't imagine the few of us gathering in that huge, cheerless dining room under the gilt-framed portraits of Pop's grandparents; I had to change the subject. "So Pops," I said, "I see the place still looks like crap. What happened to your redecorating?" "I fired the decorator," he said. "Another one? What is it with you?" "You're the one who told me that chemistry is everything with these consultative services," said Pops. "Anyway, it's an incredible racket. First she charges me $150 an hour, and every five-minute phone call is charged as an hour, and then she tacks a huge commission onto every purchase, and then she won't show me the original receipts — they're all her own internally generated documents. A twenty-one-point-seven percent commission on purchases? What a crock." "You've got to admit it sounds like a bit of a scam," said Chris. "You see that?" said Pops. "A man of judgment." "We could make these reception rooms look much better by ourselves in about ten minutes," said Chris. "Like that room over there?" He pointed to the great room, which opens off the foyer through an archway without doors. "It's enormous, how big is it?" "Who knows," said Pops. "Ask the decorator." "It must be over forty feet long," said Chris. "You've got some beautiful furniture in there, but you shouldn't just push it up against the walls. It looks like you've cleared the floor for a dance contest, there's no way for people to sit and talk to each other and rest a drink within reach. And here, a table like this — " We were still standing around in the foyer and he went over to an elaborate marble table with a pietra dura top that Pops' first wife had shipped over from Italy — "You don't put a spectacular table like this off to the side and put chairs next to it. A round table like this…is the top cemented on?" He tested the edge of the table as if it were a cigar. "It is. Too bad. A table like this is intended to go in the exact center of an entry space like this one, right under your lantern. That lantern is a very nice piece, by the way. Old. And these carpets are good, they're Kashans, you don't want to put a heavy table on top of…actually, they could be paired to frame a pathway from the door and define their spaces. You want to emphasize symmetry in a foyer…" He whisked one rug away from the room's center and then picked up the marble table with care and without apparent effort, one arm cradling the spiral pedestal base and the other hand gripping the top. He was so tender with it and it seemed so easy, how could anyone object? I happen to know it weighs hundreds of pounds, all inlaid marble, eighteenth century. He squatted to center the table under the hanging lamp and then fiddled with the rugs and chairs. My speechless father watched with his brow knitted and his eyes practically popping out of his head, as if he were observing a demonstration of nuclear fusion that might kill us all, while Chris loped around moving apparently weightless furniture and cheerfully talking about interior decoration. Pops said, "It took a crew of three men to move that table. Two hours and a lot of grunting and equipment. And a bill to match." "There," said Chris. "You put a silver tray on top of that table and it's ready for calling cards. And a glass urn or a bowl in the center. What do you think, guys?" Without question the foyer now was looking as originally intended by the society architect who designed it, but Pops remained silent. "Too bad nobody uses calling cards anymore," I said. "Well, let's go into that other room, do we have time?" said Chris. He went into the great hall, leaving me and my father alone. "So does this mean you're gay?" asked Pops. That took me by surprise and I burst out laughing with a snort, something I hate doing. "No, Pops. I mean to try gay sex one of these days, but not with Chris. He might kill me by accident." "You're going to have to choose between him and your Colombian call girl, my friend." "Pops, Chela is not a call girl, she's an interesting woman. You'd like her. She's smart, she's entrepreneurial, and she's really pretty. And she happens to be my girlfriend. How does it feel to go through life thinking the worst about everyone? It must be pathetic. Sad. Chris is my close friend. That's all he is. And by the way, I'm not your friend, I'm your son." Chris called out from the great hall: "Hey, Boot, you want to help me with this sofa?" But we continued to ignore him in favor of the Catsos family soap opera: Ginger, Brandy, my mother, their mothers. I don't know how much time Pops took with his serial accusations, though the worst thing he said about me is that I've never listened to him, and he's right about that. Then he doubled back and said, sotto voce, "So Chris is your close friend and he's your roommate. He's quite a specimen, without doubt. And you're not sleeping with him?" Chris called out from the great hall: "Never mind, Boot." This time I just smiled. "Chris is the last person you'd want to have sex with, gay or straight. That business with the marble table was nothing, he's stronger than you could possibly imagine. He controls it, but in good sex you lose control, and I don't want to be there. I don't want to be anywhere near it. Somebody's got to get hurt." "Don't be so overdramatic," said Pops. "What about those big Bulgarian weightlifters? Do you think they brutalize their big Bulgarian wives?" "Trust me," I said. "Chris is in a different league. He's a different species." My father looked pensive. "I don't want my only heirs to be kids in a household with two fathers." And just where the fuck was that coming from? I had just told him I haven't had gay sex yet. "Pops," I said, "you have three children and you've disinherited two, and now you're ready to disinherit the last one? The only one who still bears your name? You know, that's fine with me, but what about you? I'm barely nineteen and I'm financially independent. I'm happy to renounce my inheritance right now. Don't wait, give it to the United Fund at the Harvest Ball this Saturday, make a big splash. I'm always going to have all the money I want, no matter what the economy does. But what about you? Aren't you going to be kind of lonely? What a question. You're lonely already and you can't admit it to yourself or anyone else." Chris came back into the foyer wearing a puppy-dog smile and pretending not to hear us. "Step this way, gentlemen," he said, gesturing like Vanna White, and Pops and I were happy to cut off the melodrama and comply. Pops led the way into the great hall. "Good Lord in heaven," he said. "How in the world did you do this? Did you wave a wand?" I'm not sure I would have recognized his voice if he hadn't been standing there; he had probably never sounded so expressive or positive about anything. As for the room, it looked quite good. Not extraordinary for a big house, but still…quite good. Chris had grouped the furniture into seating areas that made sense. The two largest sofas were now facing each other from opposite sides of the shorter axis, perhaps fifteen feet apart, backed by console tables with lamps and vases in appropriate places. Who knew you could do that with a sofa, put space around it? Scattered about were smaller seating pieces and tables creating cozy little zones, looking as if we'd planned it that way all along. Or as if we'd worked it out after years of hospitality, when in fact my father hasn't entertained since his latest divorce. My favorite linen loveseat was grouped with a couple of chairs and a Canterbury with the ancient National Geographics still in it; my mother's Recamier was placed diagonally in a corner with a big fern behind it, ready for a reclining Olympia to strike her pose. And toward the other corner — "You know, I think he actually repositioned the piano?" I said. "Not much," said Chris. "You don't just shove a piano into a corner. You think it's all right where it is now? "All right? It's superb," said Pops. "I told you that decorator was a charlatan. Superb." "I don't know about that, but I think the room is improved," said Chris. "That may be the biggest fireplace I've ever seen." He didn't mention it's also the gloomiest. "What you need for it is called a fender. It's like an upholstered brass bench. I set up those wing chairs there as if you already had one." "I do have one," said Pops. "It's downstairs in storage, the decorator made me buy it. Eighteen thousand dollars. I thought it was ridiculous. I told her to take it back." "Is it old?" asked Chris. "She said it's antique," said Pops. "If it's a good one that might be a good deal," said Chris. "We should set it up and see how it looks. A new one could cost you two-thirds that much and it's not as good an investment." I hadn't sat down since we arrived, and I desperately wanted to. But first I went over to Chris and put my hand on his shoulder, a reach upward for me. Any excuse to touch him — wherever you put your hand, it's always a jolt, bigger and harder than you expect. "Earth to Chris," I said, as I sometimes do. "Slow down. It's Thanksgiving." It was partly just an excuse to feel his delt and make sure it was still as hard as I remembered after all the decorating talk, which seemed somehow feminizing. But this time, as always, touching him provided a shock. Not that it's happened that often…it hasn't. But even Chris says they always surprise, his muscles, I mean, no matter how you try to imagine them. I had felt smug about getting him button-down shirts bespoke from Pinks, to camouflage his size from my father, but that game might be over. Imagine him tossing those sofas around! Some of them are at least eight feet long. How did he lift them? Did he take his shirt off while he was working? I wish I had been watching. We would have heard if he'd dragged anything. He hadn't, yet nothing had stayed where it was. "Where did all this decorating jive come from, Chris?" I asked him. "My mother trained as an architect and she practiced for a while as an interior designer," he said. "Not for some years now, but I learned a lot as a kid. Let's go get that fender for your dad, yes?" Luckily, before I could even start saying 'no,' Agnes came in to announce dinner. It turned out she had done a little redecorating of her own. In our dining room, which looks like a place where knights would assemble before going out to kill people, we have two big library tables pushed together to serve as a refectory table. But Agnes had pulled them apart and positioned them side by side, with one set up as a buffet and the other with chairs for the six of us. It was too big, but not absurdly so, and the room looked brighter than I had ever seen it, with white cloths on both tables. I said, "Agnes, you sly devil, look what you've done! It's beautiful." Centered amidst all the side dishes, a flawless turkey dominated the buffet table. There were steam trays on one side, cold dishes on the other. We all clucked admiringly and watched as Agnes handed the carving set to my father. "Watch that knife, boyo," she said. "She's sharp as the winter wind. I sharpened her up." My father handed the set over to me. "My son carves a bird superbly," he said. What came over him, to say something so nice? He had indeed taught me to carve poultry well, and here he was using the same word, 'superb,' to describe my prowess and that of the stranger in our midst. I tried to think of other things he had taught me: to blend Sherry, yes. To play chess, yes. To throw a ball, no. "Thanks, Pops," I said. It had been a long time, but I zeroed in on the joints just as I'd been taught: one leg, one thigh, one wing, some dark slices removed, some breast slices next, one side left pristine for later. Only when I had arranged these parts on a separate platter did we all take our plates and gather at the buffet table. "If you don't mind," said Agnes, "in my family we say grace, and I would like to say that we feel honored to be sharing this meal with the Catsos family and we also feel honored to be enjoying it in a country where everyone is free to believe as they choose, and we'd like to take a moment of silence for each of us to give thanks in our own way." We hadn't been silent very long when Fiona piped up. "And I would like to thank our dear Lord for bringing us our new friend Chris," she said, sounding somehow authoritative yet childish, like the biggest kid on the playground. Her words touched me deeply, and I said "that's a beautiful grace, Fiona," but I don't think she even noticed I was speaking. She was staring intently at Chris. "I know your secret," she told him, with a look of deep seriousness. Her cute little hand was clenched in a fist.
  5. Swoldier

    The Edge - Part 3 - Sick Abs

    The Edge - Part 3 - Sick Abs “Start wide, expand further, and never look back.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger Over the next week, Eddie grew considerably. I'd gone with him to the gym a few more times, but over the past few days I'd started getting the sniffles. Probably caught whatever Eddie had despite my vitamin protocol. From what I could piece together, everyday, "dumb Eddie" would emerge, dress in the most revealing workout attire he could, then disappear for a few hours. After the workout was over, "regular Eddie" would come back, lamenting the fact that he was seen in public in his 'condition’. “Dumb Eddie” also made other shows, usually around meal times, and at other random times. Eddie really didn’t know what brought the lug out, except the obvious gym and relating things. I was in the middle of a sneezing fit when Eddie walked in. It must have been gym time, judging by the way he was (not?) dressed. "Fuck, bro, it is time to Get! It! In! You pussying out again today?" He kept flexing his chest, feeling himself up, then getting distracted by his enormous arms, going into a personal flexing show just for himself. It seemed that this Eddie never could keep his hands off himself. It weirded me out just a little. "Um...yah," I got out between sniffles. "I'm just too sick, Eddie. Maybe tomorrow." "I feel ya, bro. Gotta get you back into the gym, though. We gotta add size to that puny little bod of yours. Getcha guns like these cannons! BOOM!”, he accentuated the sound with a bicep flex in my face. The vein running across the top just looked weird to me. "Oh, and I been thinkin. Call me Eric, I think it suits me a bit better than 'Eddie'. That just sounds like some weak-ass little punk. I'm fuckin ERIC!" He punctuated the name with a huge, wide, double bicep pose. "Um. Ok. Eric," little more weirded out by that, but whatever. "Cool, bro!" He gave one of those jocky smiles that hinted there wasn't too much going on upstairs. He turned to leave, "Bet you'll be feeling better soon, though, you're looking a lot more tan lately. Later!" I sank back into my chair, reading over some chem class work. I was having a hard time concentrating due to the stuffiness in my head. I got up to get some hot tea, and as I passed by the mirror, my reflection caught my eye. Maybe 'Eric' was right. I did seem to have a bit more color than I had the past few days. I got back to my chair and pulled out my laptop. I checked my email, and the first message that popped up was one of those "fat burners" that the doctors on daytime tv are always talking about. Complete garbage, I'm sure. The guy model in the ad looked about my age, just really cut. It wasn't a bad look. I looked down at my own arms and saw a few veins just hiding under my skin. The time with Eric in the gym must be paying off a little. I guess losing a little weight and putting on a little bit of muscle wasn't a bad trade off for trying to comfort a friend. I went over to the mirror, and took off my shirt. A hint of abs were showing through my stomach. My shoulders might be a bit more defined. I s'pose a few more side lat raises the next time I worked out with Eric wouldn't hurt. I flexed a double bicep, imitating the pose Eric did before he left - laughably small if Eric were standing next to me. The sacrifice and dedication to get that big was definitely impressive. I'd never get that big though, it’s just so much that it’s really gross. I flexed my six-pack, hints of veins crawling over them. Each ab defined with a hard line separation. A lot of time went into those. Meticulous meal planning. And the cardio! It was worth it, though. I sneezed again. Sniffling, I looked in the mirror at my chest, nicely lean, hard and defined. I loved how it just barely showed when I wore a t-shirt. Just enough to look like I worked out, but not enough to be showy. It was always fun when I was at the beach though. Shirt and shorts, and I looked like a regular guy, but when the shirt came off, defined chest shoulders and arms, perfectly lean, leading to my 8-pack and Adonis belt. No brah on the beach could touch me. I sniffled, feeling groggy from the tea, and decided to take a nap. I flashed my million dollar smile at the mirror again, popped my pecs and went to lay down.
  6. plasmatic20

    The Growth (Part 2)

    The Growth II (All characters 18+) It was a long three days of testing for Jake in the medical division. He felt like a lab animal being studied at every angle. His enormous body lying on a modified examining table to support the tremendous weight he now carries, taking several crew members to assist in moving or transferring him. The technicians and doctors were pacing all around him, taking various blood samples, reviewing heart rhythms, and extracting few small biopsies. The same group of people that was working so diligently and calm now were in utter shock when they first saw him. A huge mass of a man with muscles so large you would have thought they belonged to mythical creature. They were glistening with sweat as his huge chest heaved up and down. They desperately tried to find a way to get him out of his room; ultimately removing part of the wall next to the door. He could hardly walk, two people needed to be at each side to support him. With each step his thick heavy cock would swing over and slap one of the crew members, even knocking one of them down. Once in the department, Jake was of course, too large for everything. He broke nearly everything they tried to use on him. Equipment was reinforced and double the supplies were brought in to accommodate the newly enlarged man. Jake was still trying to adjust to moving his limbs and body with his increased size, still working with improving his coordination. He lifted his arm, expecting to see his normal toned limb, but saw instead a massive length of flesh and muscle. His biceps and triceps seemingly had expanded away from each other with each sporting deep curves and cuts; he could tell the bone structure and density had both grown, all in support of the new contractile tissue. As Jake put his arm back down he could feel someone at his leg poking and drawing another sample, but unable to see anyone below as his massive pecs blocked the view. He slightly sighed as he considered what was to become of him; possibly just a freak at the zoo where people could pay to see him. Just as he thought of closing his eyes, Dr. Matton appeared next to him with the division commander Colonel Thomas Jackson. "Good morning Lt. Smith." Matton said looking down at Jake. He looked back up, seeing the Colonel he tried to salute but had difficulty getting his hand up on account of his thick bicep and shoulder. "It's aright son," saluting back "I understand your circumstances." He skipped the small talk and turned towards the doctor, using a stern voice, "What I don't understand though is how these circumstances came to be." "Well sir, at this point, we honestly don't know. We've examined everything we could have, but nothing indicated abnormalities. Uh, besides the tremendous increase in muscle mass, there's technically nothing wrong with him." Matton stated as he unfolded his arms to his lab coat pockets. Jackson looked over to the doctor, "Medically he may be normal, but at this point he wouldn't be considered close to that in his combat unit. The equipment, gear, and transport pods were not designed to support a 450lb soldier; he would be putting himself and his men at risk." He turned back and looked down again at Jake. "As much as I hate to do this to a decorated officer, it is within my responsibility to take you out of active service." Jake briefly shut his eyes, "So... does that mean I'm just done sir, out of my unit and left to be a disgusting freak?" "No Lieutenant, there's actually another position I've had you in mind for. A new orbiting station academy has been constructed in the Gamma sector. It will house some of the finest cadets who are to be prepped for battle divisions through the entire fleet. Of course, we will need good leadership to make it the best. How would you feel being our new Commandant? You of course would be promoted to Captain. Jake was silent in thought for a moment, figuring this would his only option, he nodded, "Yes sir, I'd be privileged." "Excellent, I'll give the news to Command. The crew will be anticipating your arrival." Colonel Jackson gave a quick reciprocating salute. He turned to leave just as he mentioned to Dr. Matton, "Be sure to keep observation on Lt. Smith after he is discharged from you division, I don't want there being something important we missed, got it?" Without hesitation, Matton agreed, "Yes sir." The room cleared of the Colonel's staff as the doctor looked at Jake again, "You ready to get out of here?" Jake's huge chest slightly bounced with his head movement. "Let's do it." Jake found his new residence aboard the Bia, a newly constructed orbiting academy. It was the largest of its kind; however, a full enlistment was not given. The higher command was considering this the test run with an initial class of almost 100 cadets. Most were in their late teens coming directly out of primary education, but ranging to older students who were looking for officer training. Jake undressed from his formal uniform in his quarters after having just addressed the cadets in the assembly hall. Despite having worked on a good speech, there was a lack of full attention as the students could only stare at the beast of a commander standing in front of them. This was considered amazement as the biggest guys aboard besides Jake were the highly athletic cadets, but only weighing in at a mere 220lbs. Although, Jake had figured his reception would be close to what he received, he was actually more worried about tearing out of his uniforms by moving too far in one direction. A few buttons did pop off of his shirt under his jacket when he reached over for his water. A result from his chest that was so ballooned out that the metals on his jacket were sitting at a large tilt. This was still after receiving an entire new wardrobe to fit his massive figure; all having to be custom made. Dressed in his PT clothes he headed to the mess hall. His walk had a staggered waddle to it as his massive thighs brushed against each other with each step. Going past a darkened classroom that had a large observation window panel, he could see his reflection. What he saw was a man that was bulging out of his uniform; bulbous, striated quads that pushed up the seam of his shorts, his huge arms that pulled the sleeves of his t-shirt to make it almost sleeveless, as his thick hanging chest pulled the fabric down so much it looked like a deep cut v-neck. What was even more revealing was that it was almost impossible to hide his crotch basket. It looked light two grape fruits and a soft, thick foot-long bratwurst stuffed into his shorts. He walked into the cafeteria, grabbing a tray as he proceeded to dish it up, piling loads of food on to match his appetite. He walked out to the seating area, only to realize that every eye in there was staring at him. Jake continued on as he looked down at a group of younger cadets, "You boys mind if I sit here?" They quickly moved their trays, giving plenty of room, "No...no sir." The nervous cadet stammered. "Anderson sir, Tommy Anderson." "Nice meeting you cadet." He looked on at the others around him that didn't make a sound for considerable moment. "Well, you don't have to talk all at once..." He smiled as he took a few large bites, his giant arm flexing up with each motion. The chair creaking beneath him with his huge ass swallowing the seat. "Jimmy." A brown haired boy nervously stated. "Christopher, my friends call me Chris." The other chimed in as Jake nodded. "Zach." The one sitting next to him followed. "St...Steve." The final one said. "You boys must be good at roll call in the morning." Jake smiled. It was quiet mostly through the meal, but more conversing started once Jake made some jokes, finding where all the cadets were from and all the small talk you'd typically hear with meeting someone new. Jake thought to himself that he could get used to this, not as exciting as his previous unit, but something he could find himself enjoying nonetheless. It was a relaxed evening as the students attended orientation meetings with faculty and staff, learned their way around the station and met up with their cabin mates. Jake headed down to the fitness center, a state of the art training facility that fit every need, hoping to get in a workout before lights out. He saw a group of cadets that were finding their way around and trying out some of the equipment as he proceeded to warm-up on the squat rack. As he finished a set at 405lbs, a few students came up behind him while others whispered about the size of his thighs which were already getting pumped up, tugging on his already tight fitting shorts. "Wow, how much can you do on this sir?" He looks back to see a small crowd forming. "What, squat?" He looks at his current poundage, which didn't feel like much of a struggle at all. "I'm not sure, suppose we could find out..." He slapped on more weight and pumped out more reps. "Hopefully I won't break anything." He smiled as he added even more. More start to gather as Jake grinds out two more sets, the last at 750lbs. "Sir, you gettin' tired yet?" "Actually, no...a little sweaty though" He put more weight on as his smooth skin started to glisten, his dark grey shirt getting darker with his sweat...emitting an actual scent others had never smelled before. It was heavy musk...something so unusual that the only way to describe it would be raw testosterone...causing some of the cadet's heart rates to increase and even sport slight wood in their shorts. He took a deep breath with 920lbs on his massive traps as the bar was arching and started to rep out deep squats, "Eight....eghhh nine...." He grunted as he kept his form strong, his huge barrel of a chest popping out with his massive ass leading the powerful extension drive. "...ahghhh...ten." He racked the bar. His quads were so engorged with blood, every separation was highly visible...a tear drop that was bigger than his head...hamstrings that were thick as a ships anchor rope...and calves that looked like giant, overinflated footballs. He couldn't resist, he did more and more, getting up to 1200lbs. The bar was ready to snap as he moaned with the sheer force pressing down on him, clearing another 10 repetitions. Just as he ascending from the last rep, the bar finally gave way to the stress and bent in half like a small wire, causing all the plates to go slamming to the floor. With a thunderous roar Jake let it all fall behind him as his swollen thighs finally caused his shorts to split clear open down his ass cleft, exposing a huge meaty muscle rump; each cheek bigger than an average man's entire set. Firm, round and smooth they stared back at the group. He just stood there dripping with sweat, breathing heavily, as he tried to cover his huge genitals with what he had left of his shorts. The cadets went speechless after cheering and shouting him on, looking at their commander's godlike figure. "Uh...think that's it for now...you boys' best hit the showers and turn in for the night." Jake placed his hand on the wall, facing away as the cadet filed out, still turning their heads and looking back, some in amazement while some in disbelief. Jake managed to slip out of the training facility and back to his quarters without being seen by any other personnel, wiping himself down with stray towels he found on the way. The walk was extremely difficult as he could hardly advance his insanely pumped thighs. After making it back, he stood in his shower, feeling the warm water run down the tall peaks and deep valleys across his body. He just then started to feel an increased state of arousal as it became increasingly intoxicating. Still recovering from the intense lifting he did, this appeared to come from now where. His large nut sac ached as he felt a rhythmic surge through his entire crotch. He shut off the water and began toweling himself down; the sensation became stronger as his long soft shaft started to harden. Jake found himself not able to think clearly, he'd been horny before, but nothing like this. A full mast hard-on grew between his legs, swelling up past a foot. It didn't stop there however. "Ohh, fuck..." Jake moaned, squeezing his balls, which had become incredibly tender; he was even cringing and digging his toes into the floor just by giving a light touch to his hardening dick. It thickened even more, pulling the skin on it so tight which made it even sorer. He hadn't seen it this big before since the first time he grew...it lengthened to just over two feet and thickened to the size of a drainage pipe. It hardened so much that it was pressing against his ripped abs and sinking itself between his pec cleavage. "Shit...ughhhh....oh please." He moaned even louder in his deep rich voice. He was becoming disoriented and couldn't concentrate on anything except his new sexual drive. Grabbing his head and running his hands through his jet black hair, Jake groaned, "Oh please, stop!" He was actually starting to hear a voice in his head, a clear and specific voice giving him directions. "Yes...yes please, I'll do anything..." he was talking to the empty room. "I'll obey you sir, your every order....aghh, I am yours..." Just then a small knock was heard at the door. Jake was able to spare some attention as he replied, "Mghh...Yes..?" "Jimmy sir, I was ordered to bring you new towels for your washroom sir..." The young cadet spoke. "Uh, yeah, just...ugh, just set them in here, that'll be fine." Jake was turned behind a post, trying to hide the massive erection, just as clear pre-cum started to ooze out. Jimmy entered, placing the towels on his bed. "Permission to speak freely sir?" The fresh face nineteen year old looked over. "Yeah...go ahead." Jake winced hoping he'd just leave. "I just wanted to say that was an awesome demonstration in the weight room today sir." He walked over, trying to see Jake. "The other guys and I were talking about since we left and uh..." Jimmy saw the commander, sweaty, and with biggest, hardest cock he'd ever seen. "I...uh...sorry sir...I didn't mean..." But he was still too shocked to move, not sure whether to shut his eyes or just run. Jake then felt a warm flush go from his toes to his head, trickling down to his boner as he smiled. "No, it's okay, don't worry about it." "I should go..." Jimmy blushed as he turned to leave. "Hey, wait right there son." He walked around the post with his huge throbbing shaft aiming out at the cadet. "Probably never seen one this big?" The huge bell like head pulsed, as small amounts of pre-cum dripped out, stretching as a long drop to the floor. "N...no sir, I never..." Jimmy's face still blushed and his heart racing. Jake pulled it out towards him, having grown an extra six inches since he walked in. "Touch it..." Jake said in an almost whisper. "Sir?" Jimmy looked worried, turning around and looking at the door. "Touch the fucking cock cadet...that's an order..." Jake raised his voice. Jimmy moved in, his hand shaking as he ran it across the smooth warm surface of Jake's huge python. He could smell that same scent again, stinging his nostrils, causing Jimmy to harden in his shorts. "Good, good...you like it?" Jake smiled back. "Ye...yes sir." Jimmy said, finding himself running both hands up and down the long shaft, brushing his face across it while giving it gentle licks. He worked his way up to the full head, running his tongue into the deep slit. "Mmm, fuck Jimmy...service this beast." Jake closed his eyes in ecstasy as Jimmy suddenly stuffed his entire hand inside the shaft. "Ughhh, fuck yeah! Don't stop there cadet..." Jimmy felt a huge adrenaline rush come over him as he felt his hand move around inside Jake's warm slit. Jimmy grinned a bit as he slide his arm in and out as it was covered in warm clear pre-cum. He was giving slow stroking motions, varying his speed. Listening to the moans of Jake to determine how he should move. His own hard-on reached full max as he then slid both arms down as a large gush of pre splashed out all over him. Some got into his mouth as it swished around his tongue. It tasted incredible, like a warm exotic honey no human should ever be able to taste. The sensory centers in his brain overloaded as he shot a syrupy load in his shorts, "Ughhh..." he gave a soft moan, but was still has hard as ever. Jake on the other hand was receiving an internal fuck that was driving him wild. Did it matter that it was coming from another male? Fuck no. "Ohh god yes!!...Fuck yes!!!" He moaned in a strange mutant tone. The cock hardened even more, feeling like it would explode, but then suddenly Jake felt a tug and a gasp from Jimmy. He looked up to see both his arms in, frantically trying to pull them out as they appeared trapped. But what Jimmy was really experience was a feeling of something pulling. It yanked on his arms, dragging him further and further in until he was up to his shoulders. He gasped as his face was slapped around and blanketed with thick pre; coughing some out as it forced its way down his throat. The cock swelled even more in to massive proportions, so thick, so long, more than big enough to hold a person... "Stop...stop!! Sir...please don't!" Jimmy cried for help. Jake didn't respond, only moaning with delight as his own cock sucked and pulled Jimmy in. "Noo...nooo let me go!!* He screamed. But before he could get out another word, his head was pulled in as his legs kicked and thrust. "Ughh fuck yeah...more!!" Jake was taking in deep breaths as the pleasure over stimulating. Jimmy's resistance was making it feel even more amazing. He leaned back to put his dick in an optimal position to let gravity assist pulling in the cadet. With that motion he easily slipped down further until just his vigorously kicking feet were sticking out...then they were gone. Jimmy's figure could be seen slowly traveling down the shaft; still squirming and thrusting...like an actual python eating its prey. The shape moved down to his over packed balls as the movement of Jimmy finally ceased. Another splash of clear pre squirted out the slit as Jakes vocal moans started to sound like his normal voice again. His cock rose to a tall dominating stance, with the slit almost looking down at him with a commanding stare. He dropped to his knees and formed a deep bow, having to spread his thighs for the swollen sac, "Yes master...your wishes are my command...only to service you." He looks up and suddenly feels his shaft arch back and swell as a huge powerful surge shoots through him, screaming out in orgasmic pleasure...just as the cock violently erupts like a volcano, blasting his entire room with hot creamy muscle spunk. Just then Jake passes out, falling on top his now deflating dick, relaxing back to its normal size. Jake was completely out in an orgasmic coma, as the warm sticky cum slowly ran down the graded floor towards the shower drain. It ran over, sounding like water gushing down a city storm drain on a rainy afternoon. The pipes in the station however were not designed for this volume, especially this substance. The slow flowing cock juice began clogging the filters, putting strain on the system. Leaks started to spring around the gasket connections as the thick fluid escaped, over flowing into the tanks labeled, "Drinking water."
  7. Raines awakens a few hours later and discovers that Gavin is not in the sleep area anymore. He looks down to see that his body has remained in its massive form, but that his mind has returned to normal. He smiles and almost laughs out loud since this is sort of what he wanted to achieve in the first place, but that his plan changed a bit due to Gavin’s ‘decisions’. He stands and of course realizes that he has no clothes now to wear because of his giant muscles. He leaves the sleep area to walk towards one of the guest rooms just to see if the other hulk was still in the complex, but alas he appears to have left. The basement door has been unblocked and the handle is now completely gone. He opens the door to walk up the stairs as his cock flops in its footlong glory. He gets to the top and rushes to get to his room to retrieve another lab coat. He remembers that he kept a few just in case he needed them down the road perhaps in case something like this would happen. He finds the largest size in his closet and puts it on. Despite it being a bit snug, he manages to get it over his thick muscular body and closes it. When he goes to leave his room, he hears a commotion down the hall and it makes him jump. He creeps around the corner and realizes that someone is moving around his house and it doesn’t appear to be Gavin. He turns to look at this man and he is not necessarily tiny, but compared to Raines he is. The man probably tops off at around 190 and seems to be about 6’2. He appears to be searching for something in the den of the house which has Colby a little suspicious. He tries to sneak up on the man, but he turns around and yells as he tries to find his way out of the room. Raines jumps from his position and crashes into a table while grabbing the man. He covers the thief’s mouth and picks him up. The man tries to punch him, but ends up hurting his hand. Colby wraps his powerful arms around the guy’s neck and knocks him out. He takes the man down into the basement and ties him up in the dilapidated chamber. He goes to sit at his desk not far from him and jots some words down until the man wakes up. After about two hours of taking notes, the thief awakens and starts to writhe about trying to get out of his restraints. Raines smiles and tells him it is no use that he won’t get away. The man then tries to interrogate Colby and wants to know where he is keeping his ‘secret journal’. Raines gives him a weird look and wonders how he would know about something like that since only a handful of people would ever try to find it. Colby asks him who he works for and the man just shrugs it off and says, ‘he doesn’t work for anyone.’ Raines stands up and does a menacing pose, but the man just looks the other way. He realizes that this man could be working for his former employer, Heddison Pharmaceuticals, after pondering it over for a couple of minutes. He mentions it and the man begins to sweat a bit. Colby gets a devious look on his face and says that he will let him go, but that he will have to spend a night there at the lab so that he can remember where he left the journal. The man seems distraught by this proposition and wonders what Raines is up to. Colby leaves the lab for a little bit and goes to block off the basement door as he leaves just in case the man gets free to go check his computer in the kitchen area. He finds the pharma company’s website and looks up some of their personnel. He finds the man’s picture and notices that he is a scientist also. Remarkably he doesn’t remember working with this guy so he must have been working on something top secret back then. He jots down a few notes and takes them with him back to the lab area. The man seems to have passed out from the exertion as Raines goes over to smack his face. The man comes to and threatens ‘to expose him when he gets out’. Colby laughs hysterically at this and says you won’t get past ‘these guns’ and flexes his biceps as they stretch the material on his lab coat. The man appears to be in awe as he stares intently at Raines’s arms. Colby goes to sit at his desk again and starts telling the man that he knows who he is. ‘So Forrest Leavens, what top secret project are you working on at Heddison?’ ‘I am not telling you shit man. You will have to kill me I guess because I’m not talking.’ ‘I’m not going to kill you Forrest, I am going to make you wish you never came here though.’ Raines opens his lab coat to expose his gargantuan cock and walks over to Forrest. He sits it on the man’s arm as he growls a little. Forrest sweats nervously and tries to taunt Colby, but it has no impact. ‘Open up buddy, and you better not bite me because I will hurt you badly.’ ‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, LET ME GO OR I WILL…..’ *gulp gulp* Colby shoves his enormous cock inside Forrest’s mouth making him choke immediately as Raines moans feeling it moves further inside pushing Leavens mouth wider. It isn’t long before Forrest goes unconscious as his mouth and throat get stretched to their limits. Raines moves back and forth enough to make himself cum inside the unconscious thief. He wonders if this will cause some kind of reaction, but doubts it. Leavens mouth is bleeding from the trauma, but it isn’t serious. The hulk scoops up some of his cum as well as some of Forrest’s DNA and rushes over to try and come up with a quick batch of his powder. His enormous hands make it difficult to grip things now though so he will have to try making a liquid of some kind with his specimen. With Forrest still unconscious, he rips the man’s pants off and starts to suck the man rapidly to make him give up some of his sperm for the liquid. He moans in his stupor as he shoots several jets of cum in the air as Raines catches it on his tongue. He rushes over to the beaker full of the specimen and drops the cum now mixed with his saliva into the specimen. He pours the other components in from when he made his powder and stirs it up. It begins to show that blue hue that he remembers from the powder and he stops mixing it. As Forrest begins to wake up, Colby waddles over and pours the beaker’s contents down the thief’s mouth. He gags as it moves down inside him. Raines stares at him and wonders if this will be different than Gavin, but doesn’t seem that worried since he is big enough to handle any adversity now. Forrest tries to talk but is unable to as he gasps for air. Raines begins to think that this may have been a mistake because it may be killing him instead of making him ‘change’. He decides not to approach the man just in case something peculiar happens and stays close to his desk. Forrest gets an angry look on his face as he flexes his arms still under restraints. The veins look noticeably more pumped than before he ingested this concoction. Colby looks intrigued at what is transpiring and a bit excited too as it appears to be a bit of a success. ‘I WILL GET OUT OF THESE…..’ *popping sounds coming from Forrest* ‘OH FUCK…..’ *stretching starts* Colby watches as Forrest inflates right in front of him. His shirt immediately starts to shred as buttons go flying everywhere and his chest explodes in size. His pecs have sprouted enormous amounts of hair as his nipples stretch to the ends. His back continues to climb higher and higher into the air growing muscles on top of other muscles. Even his head appears to be growing. Raines gets a puzzled look on his face as the thief almost appears to be transforming into something a bit different. His hazel eyes have changed to an unusual blue emerald color and his body appears to be turning blue too as the veins in his arms start to expand stretching the bands on the chair to their breaking point. He yells as he breaks free from the restraints and immediately pounds his huge chest as his biceps and triceps nearly outgrow his arm. Raines realizes he may have stumbled upon a formula that changes the way humans look. Forrest’s leg muscles have split more than three times as they continue to expand wildly and his cock appears to be morphing itself also. The thief agonizes as another cock sprouts from inside his body beside his current one as it grows to match his original cock. Colby runs out of the room the best he can to get to the basement door before Forrest can break free from his leg restraints. As he gets out, he hears the massive freak roaring as he busts through the lab wall to chase Raines down. Colby’s huge frame will be no match for this new creation of his if he doesn’t get out of the house fast enough. Forrest blasts through the basement door and goes searching for Raines who has managed to hide outside in an open field located about 100 feet from the house. The blue behemoth cannot speak in human terms anymore so he spouts off some kind of gibberish and shouts it. Raines covers his mouth so he doesn’t make a sound as the crazed begins wandering around the neighborhood. After nearly ten minutes, Colby gets up from his position to rush into the house which luckily still stands because Forrest only ransacked his one path from outside into the basement. The door to the basement is completely smashed now and the lab area no longer has a wall between it and the hallway to the sleep areas and kitchen. Raines goes to sit down in the kitchen and just pauses for a few minutes to think about what to do next with not one, but two monsters roaming the neighborhood. He admits that he is a bit of one too, but each one of them has different characteristics. He admits that Gavin did him a favor turning him into a colossal muscle freak, but wonders how his mind returned to normal. He goes into the lab area to see if he can collect his notes which are strewn all over the floor. After finally picking up everything he needs, he puts them in a box and goes back up into the main part of the house. He sits down at his desk in the den and wonders if Forrest managed to find anything of use. He turns his computer on and notices that Leavens accessed his database and visited a website meant for classified information. It appears that Forrest was attempting to download a section of his hard drive, but never made it that far since he found him. He knows that he will probably have to go find Forrest in case he regains his faculties like he did. Gavin never lost his in the first place which was another mystery to Colby. Raines will have to find some clothes somewhere to fit him since he doesn’t have any now. At this moment, he will have to manage with just a lab coat and will keep it as tight as he can. After grabbing his cell phone and tablet, he sets out to search for Forrest. He knows that people will be looking at him as he goes out into the open, but there is little else he can do at this point. He goes back into the basement for a few minutes just to see if he can scrounge up some samples that have been left by himself, Forrest, and even Gavin. Amazingly, there is still some cum sitting on the floor in one of the sleep areas from where Gavin was sitting and laying. Colby smiles as he sticks the sample in with the other cum samples from himself and Leavens. He isn’t sure at this point what he will do with it, but knows that it may become useful at some point. He puts a few drops of his original solution in with them as it will be a catalyst for when it enters the human body. He smirks as he stares at it in one of his remaining test tubes. Such a small amount could result in a major catastrophic change in something or someone. After admiring its yellowish glow, he walks back up the stairs out of the basement and into the open again in search of one or perhaps both of his creations.
  8. SarisHappy

    Goddess Of Lust

    sorry, gonna fix this up and repost it later
  9. MuscleMan166

    Camp Myosin Part 5

    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
  10. brawnyjock

    Cockring 8 - Gymnastic Meat

    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.
  11. SarisHappy

    How'd You Get So Big?

    You laid back, your head and upper half of your torso rested against the headboard, which groaned against the weight. Your hands were behind your head, your thick, long arms flexing unconsciously, pulling the skin even more taught around your impressive size. You habitually rubbed your beard against the top of your pecs slightly. The action always made my heart race, reminding me of how your size could easily perform such a feat. Your shoulders almost seemed to be as broad as the bed itself. Your giant back holding up everything, a base for your giant frame. Your massive, well defined abs rose up and down softly. This was all secondary to my line of sight, sitting on my knees, between your gigantic legs. Your knees were up, encasing me on my sides. Your giant thighs rose up from your hips like slanted redwoods, your giant feet and calves behind me. My attention, though, was focused on the gigantic member in front of me. It pointed straight upward, both my hands performing the long, perilous journey up and down. Each hand individually was unable to encompass the unit. I could feel your heart beat though it, almost as though your heart was trying to explode out of your body through your dick. I continued to stroke, hypnotically focused on your member. It was so big! And you knew it. Me? I'm too proud to admit the fact that just stroking your member like this has already caused me to orgasm twice in the last 5 minutes. Without stimulation. But the smirk on your face has me think you already know. Your testicles rest on the bed. Think about that for a moment. It might be hard to convey, but just like the rest of your body, your ass and hips and waist are huge and full of muscle, lifting your genitals well up into the air. Your balls are so big, they still rest on the bed under you. They cycle up and down, cycling the absurd amount of hormones through you, so much I can smell them. My hands slowly and softly go all the way up your shaft. And up. And up. Then down...and down...and down. I repeat this cycle. So much heat is coming off of your shaft it's almost burning me. I don't know why I asked this question. I've been amazed and stunned into silence this whole time. But my mind and mouth just acted, curious. My logical side knew there wouldn't be an answer to the question. But i asked it anyway, compelled. "How did you get so BIG?" I said, both my hands massaging the inhuman head the crowned the pulsing shaft, my eyes never leaving the focus of my new admiration. You laughed a bit. "Do you really want to know?" I stopped, and leaned to the right, unable to see your face because of the competition from your manhood. A confused expression on my face. "What?" "I can do it." You said. I stopped stroking and sat up a little, to look over your giant friend. "What do you mean?" "I can make myself grow." We both paused. "You're fucking with me." I said. My hands weren't moving, but the rested on top of your penis. You made a kegel. I felt it. I looked down at your shaft. You kegel again, this time, I feel it inflate slightly. My pupils dilate. You do it again, this time, I see your whole body swell up slightly. I jump back. "Told you." I paused, as you brought your leg around me and stood up, your giant member swinging back and forth. You Walk on the side of the bed toward me, and I look up, your giant form blocking the light from behind you. You flex everything in your body, and cause a slightly bigger growth spurt. "OHMYGOD!HOW!WHAT?!" I said rapidly. "How!? What is this?! How are you doing this?" "I just can." You said, calmly. You grew again. I could even hear the groaning of your flesh expanding against itself. My body didn't react. Partially in shock, disbelief, awed, and drowning in lust, my hips thrust and flexed, and I squirted, for the first time in my life, the fluids shooting out from between my legs, spraying your knees and shins. The rest of my body was frozen, being rocked by one of the strongest orgasms in my life. My amazement and fascination with your size and growth trumped the convulsions my body was trying to make. Every fiber of my being didn't want to miss out on a moment of you. "And..." You said, bringing your hand gently along the side of my face, "I can do it to you, too." The orgasm amplified, and my body flung backwards, my head arched back. I was lost in it. I wasn't even alive anymore. I was pure bliss. Nothing else was happening in my mind and body. Except for your line, echoing inside of me, anticipating your magic. "...I can do it to you, too..."
  12. FREaky

    Force Of July

    For everyone to read, but dedicated to all the U.S. folks on here. Happy Independence Day. - Frank Force of July by F_R_Eaky "...Aaaaaand give me three, no four of the spinners as well please." "Geeez-o-meeo, Aiden. You think you have enough fireworks. I mean seriously, I think you've blown a pay check." "No, not really." "And your total comes to two-hundred and fifty three dollars right on the dot, sir." "Oh my god! Aiden! You did! You just blew like a freakin' paycheck!" Aiden turned a glance towards his new boyfriend, Mason and stared into his bright green eyes. He was slightly tall at six-foot one inch, had something a little beefier than a swimmers build, long chestnut brown hair, two day beard and mustache, and hair that feathered nicely across the entirety of his chest, but then funneled down into a nice trail straight down the middle of his abs and to his.... Aiden smiled at Mason with a twinkle in his eye, and handed him a couple of the bags of fireworks he bought. "The amount is about the same, yes, but I didn't blow a paycheck. Tips, birthday, and Christmas money is where this all came from. I do this every year, save up so I can buy a lot of fireworks to shoot of in the back yard. I will admit however...I bought quite a few extra because I'm pissed right now." Mason laughed lightly at Aiden as Aiden picked up a couple of bags and then let the firework sales men help carry the rest. Aiden had a little bit of trouble with his bags as he wasn't quite so agile and strong as his boyfriend. He stood all of five four, maybe a hundred pounds on a good day sopping wet. He had strawberry blond hair, and ice blue eyes, and the start of goatee that looked more like a bad costume piece for a Chinese mustache. He was thin and scrawny, but carried himself as best as he could. The bags loaded the two young men got into the truck and proceeded on their way home. They talked briefly about what pissed Aiden off so much. They had spread out a blanket at the River's Edge Park to have a picnic and watch the pre-eve pre-show of fireworks on that July third. They were just sitting and talking, not even holding hands or sitting side by side, when some local made a comment about how gross they were. Mason semi smarted off to the guy and discovered quickly, it wasn't your average man. He was six feet six inches tall and built like an offensive lineman in the National Football League. He and his buddies soon, made a big spiel about the two and then proceeded to throw Aiden and Mason out of the park, mainly because there wasn't a police officer there who thought he could take the brute down without having to draw a gun and nobody really wanted that on a holiday weekend. The couple simply packed up their things and left, with Mason telling Aiden they could swing by a fireworks tent on the way home to make their own display to help cheer them up. The two also talked about their fetish. It's what brought the two together. They both like muscle. Well they like big guys....REALLY big guys. The taller, the beefier, the more hung, the better. They met on a chat and had been seeing each other for a number of years having whack off parties - pretending they were growing into giant mass brutes. Of course realizing it was all in the realm of fantasy and that the odds of them finding or turning into something like that were practically zero, they had started to date people for what they worth on the inside, and decided that each other was really good company, especially since they shared that fetish. "You know, Aid....you've got enough there for two nights. Why don't you relax and release some tension by shooting off some of the fireworks tonight. I'll make dinner in the kitchen and I can see them go off through the window, then we can have dinner, and then I'll put on our favorite compilation movie, the one with Lou Ferrigno as Hercules being made to grow into a giant and then grow into universal size. Hey, if you like, I can even put the picnic stuff away in the fridge, and grill some t-bones for dinner instead. How 'bout it?" Aiden thought for a minute and then smirked. "That....that sounds like a great idea. We can pretend we've grown so huge if we flick our big toe it sends that fucking bully flying into the next state!" "Now we're talkin'!" When they got home Aiden went out back and set up some of the bags of fireworks while Mason went in, packed up the picnic lunch, and then began on dinner. When he knew he didn't have to turn away every five seconds from the window, Mason signaled Aiden by flashing the kitchen lights off and on. It was a nice plot of land they lived on, out in the country and inherited from Aiden's father. It was illegal to actually shoot of fireworks in this state, but being out in the country so deep in the sticks, the neighbors either did the illegal activities with you, enjoyed them, or were too far away to know you did them. After making sure he had a couple of buckets of water, a fire extinguisher, and having wet the grass and trees in a good circle, Aiden pulled out a couple of bags of fireworks. Deciding to keep it somewhat an air of surprise, Aiden didn't hunt and search through the bags for the fireworks, he simply stuck his hand in the bag without looking and pulled them out. His first blind rummage through the bag, he pulled out a Roman Candle. "I love these." Aiden thought to himself. "We used to have wars with these when I was kid." Aiden lit the fuse and then stood pointing the way towards a lake so the balls that would come out would fly into the water and not set anything a blaze. This Roman Candle firework proved a bit different and interesting at first. Normally the fuse is lit, it burns down, and then suddenly FOOMP FOOMP FOOMP! Several balls of various colors come flying out one end of the "candle." This time, however, after the fuse burnt down there erupted a small cone of sparkles the fizzed and burned a bit. "AAAAH-HOOO!" Aiden uttered loudly. Suddenly for no explainable reason, Aiden was getting an erection. His small dick, grew hard as the cone of sparks fizzed, until he was at his maximum length of four inches. Aiden began to sweat a bit, and his breathing became a little rapid. Fear was gripping him slightly as he wondered what on earth was triggering his erection. He didn't have any time to think about it thought. FOOMP! - "AUUUUGH!" A ball shot out of the candle and Aiden's dick lurched forward, about an inch, and stayed there. FOOMP! - OOOH! FOOOMP! - AAUUGH! FOOMP! -HUUUUUUH! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOOMP! AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRGH OOOH! huh huh huh huh huh.... Shaking, Aiden dropped the now spent Roman Candle to the ground and stumbled backwards. He was now in a tremendous amount of pain, his dick being caught up in the fabric and waist band of his shorts and underwear. The tent was enormous, but still was bending his cock somewhat. Had there been enough room the tent would've been obscene, looking like part of a real pitched tent. Fumbling he collapsed on his back on the hillside and trembly attempted to get his shorts unzipped and button undone. SPROING! Once accomplished, his dick just shot out and pushed down the waist band of his underwear. Grabbing it with both hands, Aiden was astonished by its girth and length. It looked as long as a ruler to him and slightly less thick than a Pringle's can. Aiden wondered what he was going to...what Mason would do? "Hey, buddy" Mason shouted out from the kitchen window, unable to see Aiden from his point of view. "Is that all you're gonna shoot off?" "N..N..N...NNNO!" stammered Aiden. "Just... j j..just looking round!" Not wanting to alarm Mason, and in somewhat of a shock over his member's growth, Aiden on automatic pilot reached in a grabbed another firework. He lit it, and then stepped back to watch it go off. He looked down and stared at it as the fuse burn down. The name of this firework was, "Great Balls of Fire!" PUFF! PUFFPUFFPUFF! PUFF! PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Aiden doubled over like he was just kicked in the nuts, and his balls were swelling like that had just happened and been done by a mule. As the colorful balls of light erupted out of their base in pretty fountain formation, Aiden's balls began swell larger and larger, thicker, heavier, hanging a little bit lower, although still high and tightly packed. Between the racks of pain as they grew, he could feel something like liquid churning inside of them, more and more, until he was pretty sure, that like when one drinks too much water and can feel it sloshing around one's stomach as they walk, he would be able to feel this liquid sloshing around in his balls when he walked. Trying to get up, Aiden moaned and cried in ecstasy. His cock and balls were so big they pulled on his groin and activated his libido like nothing else ever cook, and walking caused his legs to brush and caress his balls and make his dick flop from side to side. He swore the act of walking alone was going to make him cum and cum hard. Painting he dropped to his knees and began to crawl over towards the bags, although this just caused him to nearly get an erection his dick sliding across the cool, soft grass. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a connected set of tubes that read, "BIGFOOT" and lit it. It took a while for the fuse to burn in and then.... FFFFFFFFFFFT! ..... .......BOOOM! "AAAAAAAAAAASHIT!" FFFFFT! FFFFFT! BOOM! BOOM! "OH GAWD!" FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT FFFFT BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! There were some sparks of light, but the main thing here was the sound. Deep rich, base like explosions that one could feel seconds later as the shock wave hit one. The effect when several went off sounded like a giant man was walking across the ground. With each boom Aiden pulled his arms and legs in because of the excruciating pain his hands and feet were in. Each boom they pulsed longer....and thicker....meatier .... and stronger. Each boom his hands reached farther. Each boom his feet felt more and more cramped in his size 6 shoes. Eventually with each boom he heard the sound of stitching popping or fabric coming undone. And then it stopped.... Twitching like crazy, Aiden held up his hands and looked at his feet. He didn't have clown feet compared to his body, but they were close. They had grown big enough to make it look like Aiden had done a lot of work outs, lifting, and running. Grown just large enough for folks to notice he had some big feet for such a short guy. Likewise his hands too were big and massive paws at the end of his arms. Tripping and falling over his feet, he made his way back to the bag and grasped for another firework. This one looked like a telescope that one set down on the large glass end. Aiden wondered about this one as it looked like there were several rings of tubes inside the largest one. He didn't know whether he should light it. He didn't want to worry Mason, but then again, what else was going to happen to him? What would Mason say to all of this? Lighting the fuse, Aiden stumbled backwards a bit, stood and looked down at what was about to go off - the firework, High Tower. It whistled. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! and then shot ball into the air. "WAAAAAAAH!" Aiden shot into the air also. On the last foom part of the tubes rose up, then it whistled and shot off a ball again. Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! "AAAAUUOOOOH!" Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! Wheeeeeeeeeep FOOM! The tower rose higher, the tubes got smaller, but Aiden... Aiden got taller.... and taller.... his feet, hands, dick and balls growing in proportion with him. He rose and quivered, his eyesight rising higher than it was. His feet burst out of the remains of his shoes. His shirt shrunk on him splitting into pieces that just barely clung on his arms, his neck, the hem around his abs and waist, while his shorts' top rode down his waist line and the hem rose up his thighs, until it nearly looked like he was wearing denim Speedos, with his cock and balls hanging out. Aiden was sick to his stomach. His mind was reeling over what had just happened to him. He stumbled and wobbled his way over to the truck which his newly gigantic, spindly legs. He went to brace himself up by placing a hand on the hood and nearly feel forward, it was too steep of a drown to reach down! Standing shakily he looked down at the pickup truck....DOWN AT IT. The top of the truck came like to the top of his abs. "WUUUUUUUUUUUUUH AAAHHHH HUUUUUUUUUUH!" Aiden puked behind the tail gate. Then standing up to do something he turned and stumbled down the hill, to collapse by the bags again. His mind was spinning, his heart was racing. Aiden in fear thought to himself, "This is it. I'm going to die. Might as well have my last vision be something pretty." Grasping in the bag, his massive hand finally grabbed a hold of something and he pulled it out. It was an odd shaped firework, like a tube on a connective stand, and that tube had these twisty parts on the sides like wings or something. Aiden placed the base of this above his head, as far as his arms would reach, and lit the wick. This firework was "the Blond Bomber" and it suddenly shot straight up in a spiral fashion sending out beautiful sparks of golden light everywhere. There was a loud POP! and suddenly there was a soldier in the air gliding down on a parachute and all around him the firework shot out balls of golden light so one could see him until he landed on the ground. "Ooooohhh hooo hooo hoo hoohooohhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Aiden began to feel a tickle, like a trickle of water being poured over his head. His hair began to grow out, longer, thicker, shinier, into a brilliant mane of honey colored shoulder length hair. His jaw line and upper lip began to itch and soon it was covered in a two to three day growth of hair, matching the golden hue of his head hair. Then Aiden began to run his hands all up and down his abs and over his chest, across his arms, and then rub his feet along his legs, as little by little golden hair began to appear across his chest, all of his abs, his legs, and his arms. It came in light at first, then slightly thick and feathery. Enough one knew this was man before one, but not so thick one could no longer see muscle separation or definition if present. Feeling refreshed by that last firework, Aiden dove once more into a bag and pulled out a multi-tubed monstrosity which was titled, "Mass of Power!" Lighting the wick, Aiden stepped backwards, a smile and a laugh on his lips. ... ... ... FOOM! KERBOOM! "WHUAH!" Aiden's ankles suddenly thicken, and his calves each blew up and out and out and out, filling with veins of rushing blood and muscle inflating into enormous proportions. It just swelled like a water balloon until it was going to burst, and then suddenly shrunk back down just a bit and became defined and carved into a thick heart shaped diamond of muscle. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his thighs blew up... pops and rips and "plooomps" here and there as each and every tear drop in front of the thigh blew up and shaped became hard and dense looking like cut stone pendulums. This was followed by the biceps of his thigh, the back side mounding and growing, pulling on the hamstring which grew thicker and tautter, tighter and fuller. More and more Aiden's calves and thighs expanded until he had no choice but to walk with a side kick gate. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Suddenly Aiden was standing and squatting and standing and squatting like he was doing squat thrusts, performing weighted squats, or attempting to take a large dump. His ass began to spread out, to round and firm up, to bubble out with power more and more, two glutes that looked solid marble balls that only the world's strongest men could heft and lift. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Grabbing a hold of his waist and bending forward and side to side as if he were performing exercises or a line dance, Aiden's waist shrunk and abs and obliques rolled and tensed becoming sharper, harder, fuller, clearly cut and defined, until his whole lower torso looked like small two brick rowed walkway surrounded by a wall of bricks in a herringbone pattern. There was little down if one took a brick of cobblestone and smashed against Aiden's lower torso, the cobblestone would be pummeled to dust. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's arms suddenly leapt up as if tossed as his lats, back, shoulders, traps and neck grew thicker. A jolt and again they got wider. A squirm and once more they got bigger. Larger, thicker, harder, wider, mounding, thicker, bigger, massive, his lats just kept spreading out and out and out. His back and shoulders kept growing and mounding, bulging and inflating. The shape of his back and lats with shoulder width was like a "V'....and then like a upside down Christmas Tree....then like "W".... then like a margarita glass, finally like a curly bracket, so wide so thick almost all the way down and then suddenly the tightest of tapers. Mean while his traps and neck fought each other for room, neither one of them giving in. The traps rising and mounding higher and higher until they told the ears to "get the fuck out the way" while his neck just ballooned into this massive column of granite that held his head up high. FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Aiden's chest then jutted out...and jutted more....oozing....spreading.....rounding....mounding....barreling.... out more and more, further and father, getting thicker, harder, denser, wider, becoming so thick and so full, the nips began a downward journey from resting on top in the middle to resting on the bottom and pointing down. The plates of his chest growing so huge and massive, it pushed his chin up and held it high, it joined the lats in pushing his arms out to his side. It obscured anything from his abs on down out of his line of vision. The felt so big...so meaty...so heavy....he was certain he could find a wrought iron pipe, place it between his pecs and with a simple flex, crush it! FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" FOOM! KERBOOM! -"WHUAH!" Now his arms extended out and they began to plump and swell, inflate and grow, the biceps growing larger and larger, like baseball, a football, a soccer ball, a bowling ball, a split mound of mountain! The triceps started getting thicker and fuller as well, inflating into that horseshoe shape that just pushed out the back parts of sleeves and rips them to shreds. And then his wrists and forearms thickened and bunched, crunched and grew...grew...GREEEEEW until Popeye himself would be ashamed of his size, and the whole of the forearm looked like a gigantic turkey leg. Remember the old movies where Hercules could place a walnut or some other nut of some kind between his the crook of his forearm and bicep and with a single flex crack that nut open? With a single flex, Aiden could bend a nut off of a nut and bolt! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT! .... .... .... .... KA-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The last boom was so loud, Aiden thought in his head that surely the military will now be called out here to investigate, but that was the only thought he had time for. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGNNMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Snapping his head back, arching his back, and flinging his arms back, Aiden let out a roar as his muscles, all of them, at the same time began to bunch and roll, contract and inflate once more. Increasing in size, density, definition, striations, strength and power. All the while his veins began to pop up all over his body, with a full blood pump, feeding his muscles and causing them to grow once more. Mr. Olympia....Lobo....Bane....Jaggernaught....the Hulk.....the Hulk times two... When it was done, Aiden collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily, sweat streaming off of him, and even on this hot summer evening, steam rising off his body. "Aiden! Aiden! Are you okay... I heard this really loud boom and then a scream from some man did that fucker follow us....oh....my.....god...." Mason wasn't sure what to do....if this was an intruder he could take him down himself, that's for sure. The sheer size of this behemoth though, made him cream his pants at the sight of him. And then.... then the creature, man...stood up and walked over to him. This man was so tall...Mason only came midway up the man's massively broad and thick chest! Then the man bent forward and looked down at Mason, and Mason could see his eyes....his ice....blue.....eyes.... "Oh my God..." whispered Mason dryly. "Aiden? Is that you?" "Yes, Mason. It's me." and Aiden picked Mason up, one handed, and kissed him full on the lips. Mason nearly fainted away, but managed to recover and sputter. "D...dd...ddinnner will be ready in about ten minutes.... I put two t-bone steaks on the grill...." Smiling, Aiden set Mason down, then reached into a bag and pulled out another collection of firework tubes connected as one unit labeled, "the Gemini Effect." "Hmmmmmmmm. I think you better put six more on. We're going to need it. We'll also need to repack and double pack our picnic dinner. I think we'll have no problems staying at the park for the fireworks finale tomorrow night." And Aiden lit the fuse.
  13. TheWeremuscleForest

    The Chemical Experiment

    Dr. Colby Raines is an inventor that has developed some very important treatments for a lot of sick people. He has even been nominated for some major medical awards, even though he never won them. He is well-known for having a brilliant mind. Despite this expertise in the medical field though, deep down he has always had a longing for a different kind of achievement. His interest in muscle growth led him to start work on a new chemical designed to turn weaklings into crazy huge studs. He has always had great sponsors for his breakthroughs, but many decided to pass on this new project. He has to dig into his monetary donations from his donors for his research. He doesn’t use lab mice, but rather small cats because he knows he can save them from being put down at the local pounds. He learned that he has less difficulty dealing with cats and can see their development a little better. The chemical he is developing is a blue powder that is ingested using only a spoon. With the cats however, it isn't as easy to get it into their bodies so he has to mix it in with their canned food. For this chemical, he went searching for hairless cats that are slightly malnourished. He found one and brought it into the lab to put into a steel cage. He sprinkles a little bit of the powder into the cat food and feeds it to the cat. The hungry cat gobbles down the food and doesn't even notice that the chemical is inside. He never expected an immediate reaction, so he decides to leave the cat alone so it can sleep it off. When he goes in the next day, he is stunned to see the huge changes the cat has experienced. Its sinewy body is now full of enormous muscles and the cage appears to be suffocating it to death as it gasps for air. He decides to release it into the lab to study its behavior. It immediately starts roaring and goes straight for the door. Raines is amazed as the giant cat plows through the steel door and leaves a huge hole. It is at this point that he realizes he can go a step further and find a willing human subject. He places an ad out in the media looking for a skinny male in need of some quick cash and a place to stay while taking the tests. After screening several candidates, he chooses a 20 year old college student who has been living in a rundown apartment fairly close to the lab. He meets Raines at the lab a week after being interviewed and says that he is grateful to be involved in something so cool. He tells Raines that he is a runner and his metabolism is quite high so food rarely puts any weight on him at all. He is shown around the lab and points directly at the chemical located in a bowl on one of your lab counters. He walks up to it and remarks about the blue color. Raines says that he has never developed a chemical in that shade before and just decided to do so with this one to be different. The young guy, Gavin, takes a little pinch of it and sticks it on his tongue. The two men both laugh when they look in the mirror and see his blue tongue sticking out. Raines proceeds to show the man where he will be staying inside the facility. His room is located very close to where he will be tested for the chemical. The doctor notices that instead of him being nervous, the young man is excited because he wants to experience something unique in his life. Raines cautions him that this is quite dangerous, but the man seems rearing to go with the project. He is given a spoonful of the chemical and told to take it with the bottle of water sitting on the table with the chemical. He takes it and pours the contents into the bottle and shakes it up to get it as mixed as possible. It turns the water into a crystal blue colored hue and he drinks the entire bottle. Raines tells him to go lie down now in the relaxation chamber located on the other side of the lab. Gavin retrieves his E-reader and takes it in with him to read some of the books he stored in it before he came over. Within the first 15 minutes, the doctor notices the man getting quite sweaty. The man motions for Raines to come in and monitor his heartbeat. The beats are moving so fast that he loses track of them, but he expected an extreme reaction anyway. He decides to leave him alone for awhile, but will return to monitor him. Gavin decides to start reading again while the doctor goes back to making his notes. When Raines turns to look at the young man, he is floored that the once Caucasian man is beginning to see his skin change to an olive color. The shape of his face is getting rounder and his eyes are changing from green to hazel. He documents these changes as well as his body transformation. His slender ectomorph body is rapidly changing to a mesomorph. He hears Gavin’s bones cracking and reforming seemingly making room for some kind of dramatic growth. It stops finally after probably twenty minutes with practically a brand new man in the chamber. The darker looking young man seems to have no idea of his amazing changes as he stares at the doctor with curiosity. Raines finally opens the chamber door to go inside to check on him. Gavin’s cluelessness of the situation makes the doctor think that it changes the brain to the point that it is unaware of any physical transformations. The olive stud went into the chamber wearing just his underwear and is now straining those with his obviously larger crotch. He still seems pretty docile and wonders what is next. Raines decides that he will give him a bigger dose of the chemical tomorrow to see if the growth will continue. Gavin’s eyes get larger as he smiles and nods in anticipation. The doctor tells him to get some sleep and he will see him in the morning. The second day comes around and Raines gives the young stud a bigger water bottle with the blue powder. Gavin chugs it down and immediately the growth starts. This second time though, the man’s personality changes and he gets more volatile. He is getting considerably taller and his body is growing wildly. He threatens to break out of the chamber if Raines doesn't give him any more. He manages to hide a little bit of the chemical away from Gavin and gives him the rest. The irritable man pours the chemical down his throat and growls as he feels himself growing again. This turns out to be the biggest mistake the doctor could make because the man’s power is getting astronomical. He grows so rapidly that the chamber begins to buckle and the man’s size makes the metal give way. Raines runs into the next room to escape but he hears Gavin’s heavy feet coming for him. The massive man catches the doctor, turns him around to give him an evil smile, and attempts to do something that he may not want to be a part of. Before Raines can leave the basement of the medical facility, Gavin pins him against the wall and pushes his weight against the doctor making him submit to the hulk. He starts to bate him trying to find out what happened to the rest of the chemical. He starts to search Raines and finally plunges his huge hand into the doctor’s pocket and pulls it out. The seven foot, 400 pound behemoth then forces his tongue into Raines’s mouth and makes him give in. He tries to resist, but the hulking brute threatens violence if he does. He takes the container and opens it up. He releases his lips from the doctor’s long enough to pours the remainder of the blue chemical on to Raines’s tongue. He tries to spit it out, but Gavin grabs his cock and promises that he will rip it off if he decides to do 'something foolish'. He closes the doctor’s mouth with his huge hands and makes him go to a water fountain close by. He tells you to drink the water and swallow the concoction. Raines attempts to spit out the powder, but Gavin wraps his massive arms around his waist and starts to squeeze making his back start popping. He is having a hard time breathing and realizes that he may be killed by the huge man. The hulk takes one of his arms and puts it over the doctor’s mouth to make him swallow it. Then he falls on the ground with Raines in his arms still and holds him tightly to keep him restrained. The doctor realizes at that moment that this man had a deep desire to be crazy big and was willing to do whatever it took to get there. Gavin starts to whisper in his ear how he won't regret this and that he should have taken the chemical when he first developed it. After about an hour of sitting in that spot, Raines feels himself starting to sweat profusely which makes Gavin put his left hand in the doctor’s pants to stroke him. He writhes trying to make him stop, but he can't move. It seems that the massive brute is trying to relax him so he will give in to the change, but he won't do it. He decides to let go of the doctor who immediately runs for the basement door. He manages to stop Raines before he gets them and pushes him away from the handle. He bends the metal on the door frame and prevents him from getting out. He taunts Raines and tells him that it is too late and he has no choice but to give in inner desires. He goes to get some food out of the kitchen and leaves him by himself. The doctor attempts to bend the metal back to where it was, but it is way too thick. His body is not strong enough to do anything about it. Gavin peers out the corner of the kitchen and starts laughing at him. He grabs Raines’s arms and puts them behind him back before dragging him into a sleeping area. He closes the door behind him and sits directly in front of it. He tells the doctor to come over and service him to take his mind off of the stress he is experiencing. Raines refuses and tells him to 'go fuck himself'. He laughs and says that in an hour or two, he won't even remember saying that. After pacing the sleep area for an hour now, the doctor goes to lie on a bed and feels his breathing getting heavier. Gavin starts jacking off because he senses the changes coming for him. He tells him to start growing already as Raines yells back that it will never happen. He laughs again and says that he can't stop it. The pain is becoming quite unbearable now as the doctor feels his back cracking and his height pushing him further down the bed. His lab coat is now filling up with new muscles. He can feel the chemical flowing through his entire body now. Gavin laughs as he sees the doctor’s arms shredding his sleeves revealing a new skin color and thickening body hair. His eyes have turned from green to blue also. He moans as his personality changes to a more aggressive nature. The massive hulk is cumming as he watches the puny doctor becoming a bigger and more dominant one. Raines’s growing chest is popping the buttons on his coat revealing massive brown pecs and wide chocolate abs. His back and shoulders are ripping the whole back of it to shreds. His pants are fraying under the gargantuan mass of his legs. The doctor’s small cock is exploding in size as his DNA dramatically changes. It grows so much that it busts through the top of his pants and causes them to rip all the way down to his calves. Gavin jumps to his feet to go service the huge doctor. Raines’s mammoth foot long is waiting to be serviced as Gavin tastes the sweetness of his reborn cock as he forces him down on it. At this point, the doctor has completely changed his skin color and demands to be worshipped while he fucks Gavin. The young behemoth is so turned on by this that he squirts a huge jet of cum onto his master’s newly formed chest. The two huge hulks end up fucking each other back and forth several times pumping their seed into each other before they finally pass out from the exhaustion.
  14. hero1000

    College Hulk Parts 3 And 4

    Parts 1 and 2 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part III Steve helped Jonas to his feet. They made their way through the hole in the fence and back up the slope to Jonas’ car. Jonas just slumped against it exhausted. Steve opened the back door and helped his friend lie down in the back seat then covered him up with a blanket that was on the floor of the car. “I’ll drive buddy. You rest. I need to think and I promise I will be careful with your car.” Jonas smiled weakly. “Like you took care of your car?” “It was a blow out. Not my fault.” Steve smiled back. But Jonas had already fallen asleep. Steve got in the driver side and took them back to school. When they got to Triple Epsilon house it was late and the house was quiet. School wouldn’t start back up for 4 days so most of the guys were still away. This made it easier for the two boys to slip back in relatively unnoticed. Just as they got to the room they shared, a shuffling sound was heard. “Where you been?” They turned around to see Tony, a slightly overweight sophomore, standing sleepily in the hall. Steve thought quickly, “I had a car wreck and Jonas came to help me out. There was a fire and Jonas clothes went up. Kind of embarrassing.” Tony gave them an odd look. “Ok. I was a bit worried because you were gone for two days.” Jonas looked confused, “Two days?” “Yeah. You were supposed to help me with my project yesterday, and said you would be back soon. You were going to meet someone.” “What day is it?” “Friday” “That can’t be right. Steve was supposed to get back Tuesday night and I called him Wednesday and…..” Tony finished, “And that was two days ago. Wednesday we were going to go see a movie and work on the project.” Jonas and Steve looked at each other. Steve spoke up, “Tony, we need to get some rest. Can Jonas help you tomorrow? Besides he needs to get some clothes other than this blanket.” “Yeah. OK.” He started to walk away but turned back hopefully, “Promise?” Jonas said, “Promise” Jonas and Steve went into their room. “Dude…” Jonas said. “I know, right? Something is seriously messed up here.” “You mean besides me turning into a green monster?” Steve smirked, “Don’t knock it, man. I’m still a bit jealous. Why do I only see it in those weird dreams and you actually change?” “Told you I inherited it. At least that is what makes most sense right now.” “But the time loss and my weird dreams or trips or whatever they are….” Jonas stretched out on his bed. Steve looked over at him, “I think you actually kept some of that muscle you grew. Look your arms are a bit thicker than they used to be.” Jonas raised one up and flexed it, “It does look that way. Steve I’m sorry….” Then yawned hugely, “I can’t stay awake and talk.” “It’s ok, man. We can talk in the morning. Besides I want to hear more about Jeff. I mean, your Dad. Like what happened to him? So maybe after breakfast we can…” He stopped when he heard a light snore from Jonas’ bed and saw that he had passed out completely. Steve got undressed and went to bed as well. He didn’t remember dreaming. Next thing he knew it was daylight out and there was a loud knocking on the door. Jonas started awake and sat up. Steve jumped up and pulled on boxers and opened the door to see Tony standing outside with his books. “Tony?” “Yeah, Jonas promised to help me with my project today.” “Can we get dressed and have some breakfast first?” “It’s 2:00 in the afternoon. Didn’t you eat already?” Jonas jumped out of bed uncaring that he was completely nude. “2:00??? Are you serious? You better not be joking” “Yeah, I waited as long as I could. It’s ok if you can’t help me. I’m used to it.” “No…wait, get in here and close the door while I get dressed.” Jonas started pulling on clothes as Tony came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Steve shook his head and threw a shirt on, after cautiously sniffing his underarms. “Dude, one of us needs a shower or maybe both of us. It smells pretty ripe in here.” Tony looked uncomfortable, “I can go to my room and wait if you need some privacy and….” “No it isn’t like that. We’re friends. Jonas I’m going to clean up I can’t stand this right now.” With that he grabbed a towel and change of clothes and started off towards the showers. In the shower room, he got undressed and turned the water on. It felt pretty good actually to have the hot water streaming down his back. He turned around and let the water hit him in the face. He closed his eyes and… “Well well well. If it isn’t our little playmate?” Steve gasped and got a mouthful of water from the shower head and started coughing. He turned around to see the whole shower room had changed. The door leading out looked like a military barracks. There framed in the doorway were Matt and Jeff in full uniform. Matt looked a little pissed off about something. Jeff looked kind of worried. “What…how…” “How did we find you?” Steve nodded mutely “Obviously you couldn’t get very far. Even though you knocked the power out doesn’t mean you can get away that quick.” Jeff started in, “Matt, this isn’t such a good idea.” “Shut up, man. You already sound like you’re wimping out on me. Afraid of a little muscle. However, Steve, here threw the last of those tubes against the wall and wasted them.” “I didn’t throw anything, you did that when you were…” “SHUTUP!” The steam in the shower was building up and he Steve turned the water off. Panic was building inside him due to the complete confusion over what was happening but he at least wanted to be able to see clearly. “Matt, I didn’t do…” “Yeah, right. One minute, Jeff here grows even beyond anything we ever had before. And then you disappear and we can’t find any more of the stuff! I’ve been holding off my change for a month because I want to have the stuff near me when I do it because it feels so much better, now cough it up!” “I…I don’t have any stuff. I don’t even know what that was you put into my mouth. You wanted me to have it anyway and...” He didn’t even see Matt’s fist coming. He only saw stars and splotches and felt pain like he never felt before and his bare ass hit the tile floor. Jeff was definitely concerned, “Matt stop. This is no way to handle it…” “You can be a pussy about this if you want but stay out of my way.” He shoved Jeff backwards, and headed for Steve. Picking Steve up by the shoulders, he slammed him against the wall. The back of Steve’s head hit hard against the tile again and began to really pound. Jeff walked back into the shower and tried to pull Matt back from Steve. “Matt I’m telling you this is going too…..ahhhh….far” The last word dropped deeply in pitch. Steve could see over Matt’s shoulder and saw Jeff’s eyes turn white and his face glowed green. He grimaced. Matt kept focused on Steve but smirked, “So the pussy wants to change after all” Jeff appeared to be struggling as he reached up a hand to pull Matt back again, “No…Don’t want now…” Steve could see Jeff’s head inching higher. His clothes were tightening around his expanding frame, but his face was betrayed the agony of fighting off the transformation as he grunted and gasped. The hand around Matt’s arm was thickening and the fingers grew longer. A button burst from the front of his shirt exposing the pectorals that were expanding out wards. Matt’s smile grew larger, “Sounds like you’re the one with the control problem not me. If you hate it so much, just stop.” Another button burst from the shirt and the sleeve of Jeff’s raised arm began to rip from the bicep and triceps swelling up and Matt began to struggle to fight Jeff off. Jeff growled, “Leave him alone. I have the stuff” Matt dropped Steve and spun around. This time Jeff smiled and gestured over Matt’s shoulder to Steve to get out. Then he gave in to the transformation. His shoulders thickened and separated the sleeves from the rest of the shirt. His legs broke out of the seams as they turned into thick tree trunks. This was joined by another sound as Steve saw the back of Matt’s shirt split down the middle as his lats flared out and he roared at Jeff, his voice dropping in pitch as well, “YOU LIED TO ME!” Steve scrambled to get out of the shower as the two behemoths wrestled with each other. Matt roared, “Give them to me you loser.” Jeff grabbed Matt around his thickening neck and threw him to the ground. Matt was writhing on the ground as his legs broke free of his pants and he raised himself to his feet. Jeff turned to Steve, “Run” Steve tried to make an exit, but the floor was wet and his bare feet couldn’t get traction on the tile. Steve slipped and hit the ground sprawled out. Matt grabbed him and pushed him back again, “You’re staying here, punk”. Steve curled up in the corner. Jeff grabbed Matt and pushed him away from Steve, “Leave…ughh…him…ugghhh” There was a crunching sound as Jeff’s metamorphosis kicked into mega mode. Matt roared at him again, “No you don’t” and tried to hold him back. Jeff was beyond stopping at this point. His bones cracked and stretched and thickened as he rose up towards the ceiling. Thick green fur grew up on his legs and arms and chest. Jeff’s brow and jaw thickened and he roared back at Matt unintelligibly. He shoved Matt against the tile wall knocking a huge hole in it. Matt pulled free and looked angry, but also was visibly enjoying it as his now exposed manhood rose up to a foot long shaft. “I want that for me.” He grumbled at Jeff then turned to Steve who was still cowering in the corner. “Why haven’t you changed, yet?” “I…I…” then it washed over him like a powerful flood. Power and pleasure and a touch of pain caused his own penis to rise up in excitement. Steve gasped and tried to hide his erection with his hands. Matt smirked, “You like it too…” Then Jeff punched him again knocking him across the shower into the other wall and nearly through it. Steve gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head as the intensity of the change passed through him. He felt his chest expanding as his nipples were pushed downwards. His arms thickened and his back flared out. He could feel his legs sliding across the tile as they lengthened and thickened. His butt swelled out raising him off the ground. He soon realized he was now stroking himself instead of hiding as his pole grew longer and thicker. He pushed to his feet as Matt pulled back out of the hole he had been knocked into. Matt walked over to him and started to say something when Steve felt a second more powerful rush. He was still stroking as he heard his own bones crack and shift. Matt looked crazy, “YOU TOO???? What about me?” He watched Steve grow even more immense like Jeff and thick fur sprouted over his chest and stomach and legs. Steve was still stroking himself even harder. Steve tried to say something but his jaw wouldn’t work correctly and he could only growl, as he felt himself grow even larger. His stroking increased in intensity. Within a moment he knew he was close and Matt roared as the monstrous Steve unloaded on him gasping. Steve closed his eyes and gasped again as he sprayed Matt across the shower room. “Dude!” Steve opened his eyes. There stood Jonas in a boxer and t-shirt getting ready to shower, and he was staring at a very normal looking Steve who was holding his own dick in his hands with the remains of his orgasm all over the shower floor. The water was off. Steve turned beet red and let go of himself. He turned around fumbling with the valve to turn the shower on and wash the evidence away. Jonas laughed, “That looked pretty intense, man”. Steve let an embarrassed laugh out, “Yeah…it was” Jonas shook his head, “It’s all right. I won’t tell anyone. Everybody does that so…” “This is crazy. Matt and your Dad were just here only it wasn’t like here it looked different.” “Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like you might be making stuff up to satisfy a sick fantasy” “What? After what happened to you last night?” “Well, yeah. But what if you found out something about my Dad and made up this other story to pry it out of me? You know, actually, that would kind of piss me off. I don’t like being manipulated.” Jonas turned and started to walk back out. “Wait.” Steve fumbled to turn the shower off and ran to get his clothes. He was hastily pulling on jeans and a clean shirt as he ran. “Jonas! Wait, I didn’t make it up. I swear!” He chased Jonas into the hall and pushed him back into the shower room. Jonas looked angry, “Yeah, this looks good! You getting me alone in a shower after I caught you jacking off in here” This time Steve was mad, “How dare you accuse….” He punched the wall. “I have been your friend when everyone else was picking on you and bullying you and you accuse me of lying!” “It sure looks pretty funny” “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t have any good explanation. I tell you things because I trust you. I could have kicked your ass a million times over but I didn’t and now that…” “Now that you know I could just Hulk out and kick your ass…what?” “No. Forget it. You want to cut me off go ahead. I can find other friends. Leave. Better yet, I’m done. I’ll leave and you can have the shower to yourself. I’ll go find another roommate and move out so you don’t have to worry about me manipulating you.” Steve whirled around and started for the door. He jerked it open and stalked down the hall. When he got to his room, Tony was still there waiting on Jonas bed. “Hi, Steve. Are you going to help me as well? Jonas said you know chemistry better than he does.” “No. I think you may have to find someone else to help you. I have to move out.” “What?” “You don’t know anyone looking for a roommate do you?” “Well….” “Sorry, don’t want to drag you into this. Jonas can help you when he gets back. I plan to be gone before then.” Steve grabbed a bag and started throwing all his personal stuff into it. “I’ll go wait in my room.” “Fine. Leave Jonas a note, cause I won’t see him.” Tony scribbled something on a piece of paper and left in a hurry. Steve walked over and slammed the door behind him. He felt betrayed hurt and incredibly angry. He hated moving stuff and didn’t want to find another roommate. “Asshole! Who does he think he is? Some little nerdy geek and I HAD to be his friend. This is what I get for it.” He threw more stuff into his bag. He ripped the sheets off his bed and wadded them up into a ball to carry to his…DAMN IT his car was in the shop. He hurled the ball of bedding across the room in a fit of rage. Just then he heard the door open and close as Jonas walked in. “Steve I’m….” Steve felt all his rage boil over and he whirled around, “I ought to kick your ass” Jonas just stood there, so Steve stalked over to him. “Are you going to say anything?” “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m really confused by everything that’s happening.” “Ya know, it’s a good thing I’m not a hulk like you or I would have probably ripped your head off right about now. I don’t like being called a liar” “It just sounds so strange” “You think I don’t know that? You just caught me with my dick in my hands. I don’t need to make up a story. I was busted! I told you the truth. At least as well as I could understand it.” “I don’t even know if I will change again. I don’t even know if that was real the first time. I got really mad at you in there and nothing happened to me. So maybe we both are just a little loopy.” Steve turned away from Jonas and stared at the wall. He finally walked over to pick up the ball of bedding. Jonas spoke up, “I’m really sorry for how I acted. Steve, you’re my best friend in the world. Please don’t leave me.” Steve stood quietly holding the sheets. Jonas walked over, “I’ll help you make the bed.” “You need to go help Tony. I’ll decide what I’m going to do.” Jonas started to reach for part of a sheet, but Steve pulled them away. “No. You go help Tony. I’m going for a walk to clear my head. Then I’ll decide how I want to handle this.” Steve threw the sheets in a corner and left the room. Jonas looked at the mess from Steve’s rampage and sighed. He felt like a hole had been punched in his gut. It hurt worse than if Steve had just hit him. He looked around the room again and decided to go to Tony’s room and hoped that would take his mind off of the problem. Jonas knocked at Tony’s door and waited. There was a shuffling noise then the door opened. “Jonas! You really did come to help.” “Yeah, I told you I would. I’m really sorry I didn’t make it the other day.” “No worries. Come on in. Is everything ok? Steve seemed real upset when he got in and so I came here to wait. “ “Everything’s fine.” “You sure? You don’t look so hot to me. I have some tea I can make.” Jonas almost laughed. As if tea would make everything ok. Hilarious. “Tea sounds fine. Thank you.” Tony eagerly moved over to his side of the room where he kept a hot plate and some basic cooking items. “If we get this project done soon we can maybe go see a movie or something later. You want to?” “We’ll see. I have some stuff I need to work on as well.” Jonas settled in to look over the chemistry project that Tony was working on. It involved the effects of genetic mutations in various animals due to radioactive exposure. Jonas almost dropped the book. “Tony, why are you working on this?” Tony was busy making the tea and didn’t turn around, “I thought it might interest you.” “This is your project not mine. Why did you pick this topic?” “It seemed kind of cool. Here your tea is done. “ Tony carried two cups over to the bed and handed one to Jonas.”Do you like sugar or milk or anything?” “Just some sugar” Tony handed him two packets that he poured into his cup. “So explain to me what you need help with.” He sipped the hot drink. It actually tasted pretty good.”What kind of tea is this?” “It’s a special blackberry blend that my grandmother used to make. She taught me how to do it.” Jonas took a bigger sip, “That’s really good” “So anyway, I’ve been working on this project and I’ve read about different animals exposed to different types of radiation. Bikini atoll was one of the greatest research experiments ever done. The coral that they thought died there actually grew back ten times over in a shorter amount of time.” Jonas nodded. “That’s kind of cool actually” He yawned suddenly “I’m sorry, Tony. The last couple of days have been pretty exhausting.” “No worries. Anyway other animals like fish and stuff did die off, but as the radiation levels began to subside new species appeared that seemed to be genetic mutations of the fish that had died” Jonas nodded again. He was having a really hard time focusing on what Tony was saying. The fight with Steve must have really taken a lot out of him. Steve must be tired too and probably went back to the room after Jonas left to take a nap. He yawned again. “Tony, I’m really sorry” “No worries” but this time there was a longer pause as Tony seemed to study him “The tea is very relaxing” “Yeah it must be. Great to take before going to bed probably and with…everything…” Jonas eyes rolled back in his head and he fell over backwards on the bed unconscious. Tony smiled. “This is how you can help me, Jonas. I need to understand how this works on humans. But not for school.” Part IV Steve got outside of the house and breathed deeply. He started to jog along the road, his mind racing over the last couple of days. What was happening? Why was he having these weird hallucinations? He was so frustrated with Jonas. He loved him like a brother, which would explain why they fought like they did too. He laughed out loud at the thought. The outside air felt good. He could feel his anger drain away. He needed to go back in and straighten up the room. He figured he would do laundry while the sheets were off the bed. Steve turned around and jogged back to the dorm room. When he got in he started unpacking his clothes and realized that he definitely needed to do laundry. You can wear the same underwear for only so many days. He bundled up everything in the bedding and went to the basement where the machines were. Found some loose change and started up the washer. While that was going he needed to get some food so he headed back upstairs, planning to see if Jonas was free to drive him somewhere to eat. When he got back to the room, Jonas was still not there. “I guess he’s still helping Tony. I’ll go see. Maybe Tony can come too and we can all have a great lunch somewhere.” He went to Tony’s room and knocked. There was a shuffling sound then the door opened and Tony stood there. He looked a little startled, “Uh, hi Steve” “Hey Tony. Is Jonas still here?” “Uhm, no. He left a little while ago. I thought he went back to you guys’ room.” Steve looked a little puzzled. “No. Maybe he went to lunch. What’s that you have there?” Behind Tony, Steve could see a large trunk on the floor. Very old fashioned with buckles and straps. “Oh, this. Just some stuff my dad let me borrow. I need to get it back to him before school starts.” “I can help you carry it to your car if you want. Maybe you can give me a lift to the rental car place. I need to pick up a ride while mine is in the shop” Tony hesitated, then smiled. “Sure I could use the help. It’s kind of heavy” Steve smiled, “No problem.” He walked over to the trunk and attempted to lift one end. “Ooof. This is heavy. But we should be able to get it into your car. Tell you what. You go drive to the front and I can push this down the hall to the door. When you get there we can just lift it into your trunk and be all set” Tony smiled and grabbed his keys, “Thanks Steve! Jonas is so lucky to have a friend like you.” The chunky kid jogged down the hall and quickly disappeared out the front door. Steve studied the trunk again and started pushing. It slid easily down the polished floor and only left a couple of scratches. Steve quickly scuffed at them with his shoe hoping no one would notice them. Tony arrived at the front door and the two huffed and heaved and lifted the old case and carried it the rest of the way to the car. With a heavy thud it dropped into the trunk and Tony slammed it shut. “So can you give me that ride?” Tony smiled, “Sure” They got in the car and Steve said, “I wonder where Jonas is.” “Why are you worried?” “We needed to finish talking about something and he said he would be there. I kind of hurt him and I feel pretty bad. I want to make it right.” Steve pulled out his phone and tried to call Jonas. It rang 10 times then went to voicemail. “Damn. Jonas where are you? I thought you wanted to talk. I’m really sorry for losing my temper like that. Call me.” Steve looked down then over at Tony, “He’s probably pretty upset with me right now and I can’t blame him. We both said some hurtful things to each other.” Tony just smiled and said “I’m sure he’s fine. He’ll probably be waiting for you when you get back.” “Yeah. I hope so. Hey, here’s the place. Just drop me here. “ Tony pulled the car to the curb and Steve got out. He leaned in at the door before closing it, “Thanks again. If you see Jonas, tell him I’ll be right back.” “Ok. See you in class.” Tony pulled the car away and drove off. He smiled as he drove and thought how much his grandfather would have loved to see this moment. It was several hours later when Jonas finally opened his eyes. He must have dozed off. The bed felt odd and he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Panic ran through him. Was he paralyzed? “Tony? Tony, I’m so sorry I fell asleep. I think I need some help here because I can’t seem to move.” There was no response. “Tony?” Finally a voice said, “It’s ok. I meant for this to happen. You aren’t paralyzed.” “Who…why can’t I …” “Move? That would be because there are several very strong straps holding you down.” “What?!? Why? Tony?” Tony’s head came into view over him. He was smiling. “You see, Jonas, I know who you are. I know who your dad is.” Jonas was shocked into alertness and he struggled against the straps. “What are you talking about? Why are you doing this? Are you some kind of psycho?” Tony grew angry and yelled, “Not a psycho! Just very smart and don’t you forget it!” He seemed to catch himself, “I played the part of the insecure little boy to try to win your trust. I did my part pretty well, don’t you think?” Tony smiled. “But let’s get back to you.” “Oh before I forget, I have a message for you. Your friend, Steve, says he’s sorry. He said this after he helped me carry you and put you in the trunk of my car.” Jonas eyes widened, “What?” a tear formed in the corner of his right eye. “Does that hurt?” Tony smiled even bigger. “He didn’t realize it was you of course if that helps. I can’t have anyone finding out about this.” Tony leaned down and whispered in Jonas’ ear, “So this is just our little secret” “You’re insane. What the hell do you want with me? What did I do to you?” “Not you! Your dad, Jeff!” “How do you know him?” “He was an MP on the base in 1958” “So what? You weren’t even alive then.” “No, but my grandfather was and he told me everything before he died.” “Who was your grandfather?” “His name was Hank Davis” “Davis? Master Sergeant Davis?” “The one and only!” “But you….your last name isn’t Davis. It’s Weathers.” “My Mom’s maiden name is Davis” “Oh shit” “Now do you get the picture?” “But why kidnap me? Why not just talk with me. We could have talked about it anytime.” “I need to do more than talk, and quite honestly, you would never have volunteered for this.” “What are you going to do?” “You saw my project. You know what I’m researching. My grandfather started this research. He only had one daughter and no sons so he wanted me to carry on for him. And I believe him. “ “But your grandfather was a patriot. He respected the law. He would never condone kidnapping and such.” “His country betrayed him. They locked him away where he couldn’t experiment anymore. I spoke to him one last time before he died. I promised that I would carry on. This time it would be for my family.” “But your mom...” “Doesn’t know a damn thing” Jonas paused. “Ok, then where are we? If it’s our secret, then you have to let me in or it’s just your secret, right?” This gave Tony a moment of pause. He seemed to think about that. “No, I don’t think so. For now that part will be just my secret. If it appears I can trust you, then I might let you in.” Jonas felt cold air on his feet. “Where are my shoes?” “I couldn’t get you in the trunk with your shoes on. I had to take them off. They’re safe.” “Maybe that’s the truth or maybe you just have some sick fetish for my feet.” Jonas couldn’t resist the provocation. Maybe he could get information if Tony got mad enough. “STOP MAKING FUN OF ME! I don’t like your smelly feet. I would have cut them off if it would have helped the experiment but it would have left a bloody mess!” “I’m sorry, Tony, calm down, I’m sorry” Tony stared at him trying to control his breathing. “You’ve pissed me off twice now. Don’t do it again. You won’t like it.” “Because I enjoy being strapped to this bed so much already. I have to go the bath room, can you please let me do that at least?” “What do you have to do?” “What do you mean? Do I have to explain what happens in there for you? Don’t get me mad. You might not like that either. “ Jonas paused not wanting to say too much. Only Steve knew about what happened the other night. “I have to pee, ok?” There was a rustling sound and Tony came back with a bucket filled with water. “Pee in here” “I’m strapped on my back on this damn bed. How am I supposed to pee without making a mess.” He suddenly felt hands fumbling at his belt and zipper. “Stop that. Don’t touch my dick. Just let me up and…” Tony had his penis out. He used a control to bring the bed to a more vertical position and was trying to aim into the bucket. He laughed, “It’s so tiny.” Jonas felt violated and it made him angry, “You son of a bitch, you…” “You said you had to pee. PEE!” Tony shouted the last word. “Only if I can piss all over your sorry ass. If I ever get out of these straps I will kill you.” “Shut up and pee.” Finally Jonas couldn’t hold the pressure in his bladder any longer. A steady stream came out into the bucket. It seemed to last for hours before it slowed down and stopped. Tony shook it to clear the remaining drops. Jonas growled, “Stop doing that. I’m done peeing.” Tony smirked looked down and shook it again out of spite. “I…warned…you.” Jonas voice grew raspy. Tony felt the shaft start to thicken. “You liked it. You’re getting hard….” Then he realized it wasn’t getting hard. It was growing. He looked up and saw that Jonas eyes were white. And his whole body was expanding. Tony let go of Jonas and stepped back. “I knew it. I knew it” He seemed delighted. The straps looked painfully tight and appeared to dig in. Jonas was grunting from the euphoric feelings rushing through him just like the night before. The pressure from the straps grew painful. His body kept thickening up, but the straps seemed to hold. Tony was watching warily. He had designed this in the hopes that he could witness just such a transformation but keep it contained. So far so good. He heard a popping sound then realized it was the wrist buttons on the sleeves breaking apart as thick forearms swelled out. Jonas was breathing hard and glaring at him, “You’d….better…uHH…pray I don’t get loose.” The shoulder seams of the shirt gave way to the broadening thickening delts and thick traps rose up around the neck seeming to form a cushion for his head. The collar of the shirt broke apart. The bed made strange groaning sounds from the increased weight and pressure it had to bear. “AHHHH” Jonas let out a roar as the pressure against the straps increased even further. His biceps swelled painfully against them. Tony was ecstatic, “Yes, it does work. It passes down.” Another roar from Jonas as he felt his back pushing against the bed widening thickening. The straps began to groan under the strain they were experiencing. Jonas feet grow thicker and the cuffs of his jeans split to reveal mammoth heart shaped calf muscles. His skin turned a deep green and he groaned again. Then to Tony’s alarm, the strap over Jonas’ chest snapped and shot across the room. The buttons on the shirt shot off in every direction as Jonas’ rib cage tripled in size and massive pectoral muscles blossomed out pushing his nipples towards his feet. Jonas flexed his left arm and the huge upper arm pulled free of its strap. He repeated the process with his right arm and leaned forward. His back tore apart the remains of his shirt and it fell to the ground. Tony’s face went white and he backed towards a cabinet. “Jonas…Jonas. That’s good. That’s all I needed to see. You can st…st…stop now. I didn’t mean anything….” “I can’t stop…..UHHHH… and I don’t…..want to stop…..” The legs straps broke simultaneously as quads the size of redwood trunks broke free of their confines and sent straps and the denim of the jeans flying everywhere. He stepped off the bed and his thickening gut burst the belt and the waistband . Tony fumbled in a compartment of the cabinet for something. “Feels so good….” Jonas walked towards Tony, his thick legs causing the ground to rumble with each step. He was halfway across the room when the second surge hit him. He felt his brow and jaw thicken and tried to talk but couldn’t. He rose up towards the ceiling while growing thicker and stronger. He looked down and saw dark green fur growing on his legs and arms and chest. His arms lengthened even further and grew thick like a gorilla. He looked up to see Tony holding a gun. “Jonas stop! Don’t come near me.” Jonas just smiled, stepped in closer and Tony fired. Jonas flinched expecting the bullet but instead a tiny red dart blossomed in his stomach. He smiled again and moved to grab the gun but Tony fired again. Another dart hit him in the chest. Jonas began to feel drowsy. Tony pushed himself against the wall and watched hoping the darts effects would work quickly. Jonas tried to grab Tony but couldn’t control his arms and instead knocked the heavy cabinet across the room. The fur began to recede and he felt weaker. He struggled to walk. “I….I….I’m going to make you pay” as his speech returned, he fell to the ground. Tony watched the large green behemoth topple over. He waited for a bit as he saw the muscle begin to recede. The green color faded to Jonas’ natural color. Jonas was breathing hard and staring at Tony but felt like he couldn’t move. He saw Tony walk over and prod him with his shoe. Jonas tried to grab his foot but the move only resulted in a hand twitch. Tony looked more confident now and squatted down to roll Jonas over onto his back. It took some effort as Jonas was still large. He smirked in his regained arrogance, “If someone saw us now, they would think I was kidnapping bodybuilders” Jonas felt a shudder as he grew smaller and smaller and weaker. He knew that Jonas would have him strapped down again. He tried to stay awake but couldn’t help himself. Whatever was in those darts was causing him to lose consciousness. As the last of the change passed he closed his eyes into blackness.
  15. hero1000

    College Hulk

    Here is a story I've been working on for some time. If you like it I can continue it. Ok, I removed the text file and posted the story below in a more formatted scheme. Check it out by scrolling down. Sorry it is so long, I kept writing and changing until I was more happy with it.
  16. cropsey23

    Colin's Determination, Part 8

    I watched as Colin strode to the locker room with confidence. Just a few short weeks ago, he made the same walk, and seemed to be consumed by the energy of all the other athletes. This time, Colin pushed the door open and just stood there. Still clad in only his briefs, I could see his big chest heave as he inhaled slowly and deeply. His lats expanded and pushed out a bit. And before anyone even noticed him there, the room started to quiet down. This time, it seemed as if Colin was consuming all the energy being thrown off by the team. Colin scanned the room quickly and quietly. I could tell he was not only sizing everyone up, but by instinct he was assessing their athletic skills too. His eyes rested on a most unlikely subject. Marcus was a junior, and at the age of 21, a most unlikely member of the baseball team. He stood about 5 7, and a wiry 140lbs. Although he tried hard to keep up with the other players, he was leagues behind them in physical prowess. It was no secret that Marcus was on the team only because his father made a huge donation to the university. He was wet, having just come from the shower, and seemed to be having difficulty getting his padlock open. He sensed Colin's eyes and turned towards him. There were a few other guys nearby, much bigger than Marcus and they seemed to be snickering. They all turned and looked at Colin. "What's going on here?" Colin asked. Marcus looked up at him. "They jammed a pencil into my lock, and now I can't get it open." Colin looked at the biggest of the guys. Jackson stood about 6 5, easily 220lbs. "Did you do this?" Jackson replied "yea dude, you have a problem with that?" I got nervous for Colin. Jackson was clearly bigger and stronger, and I was afraid Colin was underestimating him. Colin put one hand on Jackson's shoulder. In the other, he cradled the padlock. I could see his grip on Jackson tighten up just a bit, and I recalled how he took the car keys from me so easily. Even with Colin's new size, this was a confrontation that I was afraid would end badly. Jackson was clearly bigger, and even though he could have pushed back, he just sort of relaxed into Colin's grip. I watched the calm demeanor on Colin's face. As his grip on Jackson tightened, he simultaneously gripped the padlock. Looking right at Jackson, he said, "Don't mess with Marcus again, okay, he is on my team now." "Your team?" said Jackson derisively. "This is my team Colin. You tried out once and were a huge flop." "Yea well, can't you see that things have changed?" replied Colin. "If you stick by me, Jackson, maybe I'll show you how to do this." And Colin's bicep pumped, he squeezed his grip and snapped the padlock and clasp right off the locker. He held the padlock up in Jackson's face. "How did you do that?" asked Jackson incredulously. Colin didn't even reply, he just squeezed Jackson's shoulder a bit harder until his knees started to buckle. "My team now Jackson. Now give me your cleats and baseball pants, I have a team to lead." A bit stunned, Marcus looked up at Colin in awe. Jackson turned to his locker, which, as it turns out, was locked. Feeling humiliated, I could see Jackson gripping the padlock. He tried to use his sizable body to block everyone's view, but we could all see as he tried to bust the clasp open. After several miserable failed attempts, Marcus just spoke up. "COLIN" was all he said, and that was ll Colin had to hear. He stepped ahead, pushing Jackson aside, gripped the padlock and in one brief instant snapped that off as well. Colin just reached into Jackson's locker and took out his cleats and baseball pants. He pulled on the pants, and they hugged his glutes and quads almost to the point of bursting. Colin held up the cleats, and said "only a size 13, but they will have to do for now." Jackson was clearly cowed by now. He reached into his locker and pulled out his jersey, and offered it to Colin. Colin just scoffed and said "I don't need that. But give me your tank top Jackson." And in a flash, Colin was wearing, or more accurately, bursting out of Jackson's tank top. Even with the most recent growth spurt, Colin was still not the biggest guy in the room. But he seemed to be the most powerful, with a lot of still untapped potential. Being on this team would be the final catalyst. Jackson stepped forward, clearly understanding that the pecking order had changed. He was still a powerful, strong guy - and still bigger than Colin. But instead of lording that over the rest of the team, as he was used to doing, he seemed to be offering himself to Colin. "Train me Colin. I'm a good athlete, you will see. This team can go to the playoffs. Please, train me." Colin stood in the middle of the locker room, sizing up Jackson. After a few tense moments, he barked "JEREMY. BRENDAN." And in a flash, those two shirtless powerhouses were standing next to Colin. Colin started to circle Jackson, almost assessing him. "Tell us your stats Jackson." " 6 5. 210 at my last weigh in." "This is my team now Jackson. But with me here, now everyone is a winner. Everyone will benefit from my gifts. You are a good athlete Jackson, and you can and will get better. Brendan and Jeremy have learned from me, and they will train you, and you will become an athlete beyond your wildest expectations. I save my primary attention for those with the most potential." "Who is that?" asked Jackson, crestfallen. Colin's eyes scanned the room. Sensing the attention when those eyes landed on him, Marcus just straightened up, and inhaled. We could all see he had a good frame. He stepped forward. Colin now had one hand on Marcus, and one hand on Jackson. The contrast was stunning. Colin said to Jackson "Brendan and Jeremy will train you now." He looked at Marcus and said, "Marcus, I can tell you have tremendous untapped potential. I will train you personally." Marcus seemed to withstand Colin's grip well. He just said, with utter resolve, "You will not be disappointed Colin."
  17. [histoire disponible en français juste ici ! ] (A HUGE thank you to T.F. for the story and to Sven0204 for the traduction !!!) LGM Drinks have changed my life! I'm introducing myself, Marc, I'm 28 years old and I live in Los Angeles since 5 years now. It's in the city of angels that i have found John, the love of my life. Yes I am gay. John is marvelous : 1m79(5ft 8) of love, 74 kg (163 pounds) of tenderness, a perfect bodyand a well-filled head. He is everything to me and I'm all for him. But you kow after 3 years, the routine settles down, the pounds accumulates and John wasn't the apollo of our first met. Okay he was working out and was gaining muscles but not enough. To be honest I was tempt to break up with him. But one day, on my way for work, as usuall, I see a new store that just open. Intrigued by the Greek god guys on the posters, I decide to take a look. The seller was looking like a underwear's model. He made me blush (surely because of his body, the one i would like John to have) and he look at me from my head to my foot, I'm asking him what does he sell and he explained me both products. One of the drink make the user gain muscles mass and the other his height. In my head I'm thinking about all the stuffs i would do with a taller and muscular boyfriend. But the seller interupt my thoughts saying me that we can only buy one product in all our life. Annoyed, I finally chose the ''Power Drink'' and decide to try it that evening on John. That night, we had a dates at the beach, Venice Beach, if you know it. When I saw him I was so excited and I hurry to meet him. Telling me he was thirtsy I propose him the ''magic'' drink. He take it but driven by a strong desire, I forced him to drink the bottle in one gulp. Just finished the bottle, the muscles of John begin to expand. Fat first and then his muscles begin to get toned. I was close to him before he drank the drink, I was closer when the transformation end. I don't know how to describe it to you, in broad terms, the muscles get fill with fat and fat become muscles in few seconds. The most amazing thing was the face's expression of john once the metamorphosis end. He was smiling like a child, He hugs me in his (gigantic) arms and to tell you that dosnt make me insensitive. Later he confess me that taking this drink is really painfull : It's like all your inner body is burning, but when you see the results you thinking that we must suffer to be beautiful. This is a real story, I wasn't that happy since now, it is one year so far that i am living with a montain of muscles and nothng can have made me happier. Thanks LGM Drinks !!!!!!!!!!!
  18. ‘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?
  19. Guest

    The Beast Prologue

    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.”
  20. SarisHappy

    Crazy

    A little story about a less sane version of me... ------------------------------ You were everything you could ever dream of. So confident, and exactly what you would be if you sculpted your own body from marble. Gigantic slabs of muscle piled high on your absurd frame. Thick, long bones kept everything perfectly symmetrical. You feet were so big and wide, you constantly almost tripped...if you call knocking everything out from under you without any effort tripping. Your massive legs had layer after layer of meat on them. Your hips formed the base of your barrel shaped torso, wide enough to keep your swollen quads from pressing into each other too often. The muscles of your pelvic floor, lower abs, and obliques flexed and strained constantly, holding up your obscene testicles and penis. Testicles so large, you could feel them throbbing all day and night. Pumping inhumane amounts of testosterone through you. So much testosterone you'd sometimes feel overwhelmed by it, struggling to remain focused, as it fueled your growth. For a while, your penis would just explode out of your pants at the sight of almost any healthy woman who could in the area. You learned to control it, though. Bigger than any porn star you've ever seen, even while soft, your bulge literally shocked everyone that happened to glance down at it. Which wasn't hard, considering your hips were almost at eye level with most people. Add to the fact that you HAD to go commando, or your balls would be crushed against your giant legs all day. You've constantly been asked to leave family locations over the years, and more and more people don't want you around their children. It's not your fault that this thing keeps growing, though. The only thing that distracts from the large beast in your pants was your torso. Your shoulders were wider than most doors. Your pecs stuck out further than the biggest breasts you've ever touched. Your back flared up and outward, forming the base for your shoulders...shoulders that you could swear were bigger than even last week. At your sides, your arms constantly bumped into other parts of your torso, as every movement seems to make the entire limb flex. Your hands could envelope a human head. Your forearms were as hard as bone, and every fiber could be seen under the skin, if it wasn't for the layer of soft, smooth hair that added to the impossible amount of manliness you already were. Your jaw, wide and chiseled, was covered in a 3 day old beard, longer than most guys can grow in a couple weeks. Every flaw that comes with your size didn't matter. how you couldn't fit on most beds, how often you hit your head, how hard it was to find clothes, how most people assumed you were stupid. You didn't care. You loved how people gasped at your presence. When you walked through teh door, everyone looked in awe and lust. You could get any women in bed with you with just a wink... but that's where the flaws started to matter. No one women was willing to try to take your massive penis. You've made it your life's work to find a women who would at least get the tip in...but even the few adventurous women who've tried never enjoyed the sex. You were an anomaly. Like the last of your species, trying to find someone to be with. Someone who could take you. Someone to bond with. anyone. And you found her... You should've realized that an average women being so obsessed with how big you were probably wasn't stable. Looking back, you saw lots of signs. But you hadn't had this connection since you got this big...she couldn't take all of you...but she did what she could... So now here you are, chained to a stone slab in her basement. She said she loved this kind of thing. She said this was her fantasy. When asked to elaborate, she insisted it was about power. How she wanted to feel power over a strong man like you, only for the man to break free, and take the power, and seduce her with it. You agreed with it...kinda lost and confused. This wasn't your thing, but hey, this was the only women you could actually have sex with in years. The chains were tight. Too tight...even for you. Not something you could break, even with your gorilla strength. When she started walking toward you with a needle in her hand, you objected. But she just smirked...The signs were all there, man, how'd you not guess this? Now a crazy woman is injecting you with...She won't tell you what it is! Your heart is racing. It burns as it's injected. You feel it rushing through your veins. You feel your balls throbbing. You feel your penis grow hard against your will. Harder. harder...and bigger. You feel your body sliding across the stone. You look at your left shoulder, then right, in a panic, seeing them shift away from your point of view, as you grew wider before your very eyes. Your chest grew out, taking up more of your peripheral vision. You felt your body growing longer. Your legs growing outward. You feel the shackles press against your growing wrists and ankles. You roar like a monster, asking what she has done to you. She's laughing and moaning, as moisture flows out from between her legs. She shouts triumphantly that her mad science was working. Her aroused body and twisted mind writhed in pleasure as she watched you expand beyond what you wanted. You were perfect, and she ruined you. But this thought was being destroyed by the amplified testosterone coursing through your veins. You were becoming an animal. and this nude, aroused woman, who wanted nothing more than to you to unleash your massiveness upon her stood there...waiting for you to free yourself and take your prize. The chains shatter. You lunge at her. She embraces what little she can of you. Hour and hours and hours of pure bliss followed there after... --------- This one will have one more part to it...let me know what you think
  21. plasmatic20

    The Growth

    Posted in original forum *All characters 18+ The Growth "Contact with the Altair in T minus 2." The systems voice command alerted. Jake looked out through the rescue pod's small window, watching it begin to dock with the large freighter. The pod gently rocked as it positioned itself, making an air tight seal between the two vessels with a faint hiss. "Air lock sealed, boarding permissible." The similar voice added as a green light brightened the door as it slid open. The NASA marine grabbed his gear and stepped through the door channel, cautiously walking into the Altair's loading bay. His laser rifle aimed, looking high and low before each turn and corner, advancing further into the silent haul while avoiding any sudden movements or sounds. Jake progressed through the ships interior, clearing the various rooms he passed. It was when he made it to the mess hall where he thought he could hear something, shuffling of some sort, but not sure exactly what it was...stepping up to the metal door frame he slung himself and his rifle through the door pointing it in the corner with his finger putting pressure on the trigger, only to see three frightened crewmen huddled together. He made a quick glance of the area. "You men alright?" Jake said sternly, as the men could only respond by nodding like timid bobbleheads. He looked around, "Where is it?" One answered, "I..n there," he quietly said in a nervous stammer, pointing to the medical quarter's white painted door. "Wait here and don't make a sound." He ordered, checking his rifle over one more time as he walked up to the door, opening it. Jake had no idea what exactly he was going after, except that it had just killed four men of the Altair's crew, according to the distress call. He was the closest armed vessel in the area that could respond, but didn't bother to wait for a reinforcing crew, unwilling to let whatever it was pick-off the remaining crew members one-by-one. He placed one foot over the door threshold, hearing a squishy sound as he slipped forward with his right leg. Looking down he saw a thick slimy substance that coated the floor, it was almost clear with a slight blue tint to it and not to mention slightly warm. "What the hell?" He reached down and dabbed it with his middle finger, feeling its strange texture rub between his digits when a thick, gooey, rope like arm wrapped around his wrist from above. In an instant reaction he quickly pulled his laser rifle up, firing three shots up towards where he felt the pulling come from while burning holes through the ceiling before it was slapped across the room by another goo rope which also restrained his trigger hand before he could even think about reaching over to release the other. Something wrapped around his waist as it squeezed and lifted him off the floor, slamming his back into the wall behind. He pulled and tugged, desperately trying to free himself but to no avail. "Relax young man...relax." A strange and distorted voice soothed in as a slimy tentacle wrapped around Jake's neck and face, stroking his black buzz cut hair. "Let go you fuckin...aghhh!" He yelled as the tentacles pulled even tighter on his waist and rib cage, increasing the difficulty to breath. "My intent is not to kill you, but if you continue to struggle this will be excruciatingly more painful than it needs to be." Jake tried even harder to release himself, but despite his strength he couldn't overcome the constricting forces around his joints. But his problem only got worse as just then, one of the tentacles lunged forward and through his un-expecting mouth, pulling deep down his throat, causing him to cough and gag. As it settled inside it started to throb and give intermittent squirts of the thick fluid into his stomach just when small prickly hairs poked their way out, releasing tiny spores inside him that would eventually spread to every tissue. The fluid gave a burning sensation in his gut as he felt like he'd just swallowed a handful of needles and having it roll around inside him. Intense screams that would have filled the room were only muffled by the heavily planted tube, making Jake helpless in every way possible. It was persistent in inflicting pain as what felt like an eternity only lasted a few minutes as the mucous tentacle filled Jake with its strange slippery substances. But just as fast as it started, it suddenly released allowing him to the floor in a puddle of the sticky fluid, groaning in pain. Hardly able to turn his head and look up, his hazy vision almost caught a glimpse of the creature that had just assaulted him as it slipped out the crack of the emergency escape hatch, escaping from the ship. Not much more could be done as he went in and out, then finally losing consciousness in the spot he lay. ------------------------------------ "Lieutenant, sir, can you hear me?" A voice said closely as a bright light shined and moved over his face. "Ughh, wh..." Jake only muttered in response, suddenly becoming aware of a massive headache that pounded inside his head. "Ahh, geez.." "It looks like he's coming out of it...go update the charge nurse on the change of status." Another voice added in. "Can you open your eyes all the way for me?" "Ugh, yeah.." Jake blinked the sore lids open as he squinted from the room's heavily lighted atmosphere. "Agh...fuckin' feel like shit." His throat was tender and sore from the slimy insertion, grimacing as he tried to swallow. Lifting his head to look around and seeing all the hospital equipment, blinking lights and various beeps, not the best place to wake up in. "What happened?" Glancing up at the man next to him and seeing his name tag, Dr. Matton. "That's what we were hoping you could tell us....a patrol found you lying unconscious in that freighter which gave central a distress call this morning. But the crew is still scared shitless and won't talk to anyone. And, since then you've been here in the medical frigate for the last eight hours." Matton was listening with his stethoscope. "That's pretty much all we know now, however your vitals were out of control for awhile when you got here...fortunately you didn't slip into a coma, or worse." Pushing himself back in the chair and crossing his arms. "Yet we have no idea what caused your symptoms...all tests were negative." Jake rubbed his hand down his face, "You know doc...I'd tell you if I could remember, but everything's just fog right now." Feeling his light stubble that had grown. "Well, I don't want to interrogate you right now...we're just going to let you rest until we feel that you're safe to leave here without any complications." "Mm, sounds good doc...feels like I just got hit by a loading bus, don't feel like doing much of anything right now." "I'll be back later to check in on you, we'll take you down to the officer's quarters for now." Doctor Matton gave a nod to one of the nurses who then wheeled him down to a large room that was low lit and furnished with a small bed, dresser and shower. Jake jumped up on the soft bed, sighing as he found a comfortable spot and dozed off. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake's eyes blink open again, but this time there was no one there with a bright light, just a nagging twinge he felt in his crotch...it was actually getting a bit worse as the thought about it. Curious to see, he lifted up the bottom of his gown, exposing his toned muscular frame as he looked down at the source of his discomfort. What he saw wasn't reassuring to the least as his testicles appeared to be swollen to the size of two grapefruits, in which his penis looked almost distended and lengthened. "Oh shit.." Poking them causing him quickly draw back as they were ever so tender. "Just what I need, dammit." He looked around for a call button but to find nothing. Painfully, he stood up, which made it feel much worse as the heavy ball sac tugged down with the force of gravity. But the motion seemed to have also excited his love stick as a hefty erection started to form, becoming rock solid as his body's lower head saluted him. It was throbbing and pulsing as he looked down at it, starting to develop a sense of fear realizing that his genitalia could explode. The throbbing became more intense as veins started to pop out and push the skin up just as his nuts swelled even bigger. Jake putting his hands around it, but scared too scared to touch and place any pressure on it. "Nu..nurse!" he tried to yell out but was only dampened by his own shock. "What the hell's happening to me?" It was almost like his cock was thrusting on its own, pulling and straining on his prostate. Just as he was about to call for the nurse again with more augusto, his member had a violent spasm as it shot out a thick jet of cum, striking the bottom of his chin as it splattered and noisily splashed all over the room, a few drops getting into his mouth. The large orgasm left him breathless as he looked down at the monster that had grown between his thighs, its fluid dripping from his chin...when it ejaculated again...this time even bigger, coating his face and upper body with hot male spunk. "Fuck!" Jake was wiping it out from his eye and spitting it out his mouth, squinting as he grabbed part of the bed sheet to clear his face and started to wipe it off his chest, his bigger, fuller chest. Confused, he grabbed his pectorals, one in each hand. They were gently pressing out against his fingers as he felt a light stretch in his skin...they were growing. Looking too he could see that the arms holding them were pumped, even more than he would see after a good hard workout at the gym. He scanned his body, seeing that nothing seemed to be normal right now. Jake's thighs increased their girth; he was able to see each head of his quadriceps filling out, almost like watching water balloons filling up on the kitchen faucet. They expanded as his vastus lateralis wrapped around, giving a beautiful sweep as it met up with his bulbous hamstrings which were thickening up at a comparable rate. The long length of those muscles reached up to the back shelf that is also known as the ass as his glutes poured out from his waist, becoming enormous globes of beef filling the other side of his pelvis, countering the heavy package that was delivered to his front. Down below his calves stretched out, looking like huge turkey drum sticks from the prehistoric age as the muscle tapered down to his ankles...the heads in his gastroc pulled away, giving a deep separation. Jake couldn't believe what was happening to him, it was all happening so fast. His heart race as each beat matched the tempo of his chest expanding. On the sides of his more than meaty chesticles were his shoulders, which looked like someone had literally dug up two giant boulders from the ground and implanted them there. But of course, there were nice striations and separations in each head of deltoid, including the posterior which highly complemented the thickness of his traps, rhomboids and lats. They were getting so big it looked as if they were rolling out from each other and engulfing his neck. Even the muscles running up and down his spine swelled with size as they met up with his already massive ass and traps, above and below. The lieutenant was sweating as the huge amounts of testosterone that were churning in his balls spread throughout his body... growing everything it passed. His arms were getting bigger and bigger, triceps that exploded into horseshoes that would be too big for even the biggest Clydesdale and biceps that went from baseballs to softballs to watermelons. Everything else was growing to perfect proportions, pecs looking like larger than average pillows filled with meat, thighs that were literally as big as concrete supports for light poles in parking lots, an ass that was bigger than two swiss exercise balls put together, and a back that would baffle engineers in ever getting it through a door frame. Jake looked down, but couldn't even see his massive cock and balls anymore...he felt them though, throbbing and slapping against his ripped 10 pac abs that sprouted during the experience. His whole body trembled, still adjusting to the immense size that it had suddenly acquired. Jake thought about lying down on the bed, but he was almost three times the size of it. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic...the room felt incredibly small now as he was even slightly closer to the ceiling. The now massively muscled soldier took his first steps in his new form...incredibly awkward as he ever so slowly waddled to the door, feeling the thick muscles contract. He looked at the door to get out.....no way in hell. Seeing the square call button he pushed it as the little red light flashed against his skin.
  22. Muscleace

    Arcana Chapter 1

    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…
  23. MuscleGrowthBeast

    Story Archive: Classics Request

    Hey guys, hoping a number of us have access to all or much of the great stories of the last 11+ years of the ye old Evolution Forum, now reincarnated in this new form. Let's get them all posted here! Thanks, men.
  24. brawnyjock

    Cockring 7 - Men In The Attic

    Cockring Chapter 7 – Men in the Attic Jack couldn't help but to play with Brian's still turgid cock. "Something is going on with you man." "You think so?" Brian retorted while trying to adjust to what had just happened to his body. Chad continued to analyze the data from Brian. He was totally puzzled by what he'd seen and wanted to observe more but Brian was no longer in range of the camera. He waited as he went over possible causes and continued to listen to the audio from the attic camera. "You're body is pumped up incredibly like you've been on steroids or something." Jack added as he began stroking Brian's cock. "I feel pumped up too, just like the last time this happened." Brian's mind was trying to figure out any similarities between the two events. "This happened before? So you didn't gain the muscle from your workout." "Some of it was from my exercise. After the last occurrence I managed to add a couple of pounds of muscle, but not like this." "Just how much have you gained since last time?" Brian stretched out his arms and shoulder as he looked side to side admiring the changes to date, "I've gained ten pounds of solid muscle since the last attic party." "Yeah, I figured about that much, and it looks to me like you just packed on about ten more in the last few minutes." Jack put his second hand end to end around Brian's cock confirming his suspicions about Brian's cock growth as well. "No wonder my skin feels so tight." Brian ran his hands over his muscular frame, feeling the changes. "Looks like my veins are going to bust through my skin too." "Was that when your cock got larger too?" Jack questioned as he began double fisting Brian's massive cock end to end. "I guess so, I actually hadn't noticed until you pointed it out earlier tonight." "I got a news flash for you Brian. Your cock is easily ten inches now." Jack paused his stroking long enough for Brian to see his new size as measured by how much his cockhead extended past Jack's hands. "Shit! That's so fuckin wild. Not only is it longer, but I've never felt so powerfully horned and ready to fuck like this before." He takes a deep breath which expands his enlarged chest. Looking down as his powerful pecs and then to Jack. "My muscles have never had such a totally pumped feeling like this from any of my workouts either." Jack intensified his efforts double fisting Brian as others gathered around to watch the big man getting milked. Brian's muscles tensed as his body reacted to the intense orgasm building. The men surrounding him urged him on as they ran their hands over his hard muscled body. It seemed like there were hands everywhere, touching caressing, pinching his nips, squeezing his balls. "Fuck man, I'm going to cum again!" Brian yelled as he shot volley after volley of his thick cream all over Jack and the others around him. "You're a dam cum factory tonight Bri, that's your third load already." Shouted one of the leather buddies standing nearby, "I got to have some of that." Jack and the others rubbed the creamy substance all over Brian’s abs, chest and arms. "You look fuckin ready to take on another hot ass." "Dam right I am. I'm still so fuckin hard and pumped up." Brian looked at the others to see if anyone was ready to take his load. "Looks like it's going to be a fucking good night, so who wants it man?" Inside Brian really knew more than he let on. This was the second time he'd experienced this kind of muscular growth, since the cockring became part of his life. If only he could figure out all the variables that triggered the growth. Chad was even more confused after analyzing the data from the hot sling action and listening in to the jack off session that followed. He reviewed the video and was amazed to see just how much Brian had grown physically. Twenty pounds of new muscle, if he had heard correctly what had been stated. It was more than the cockring was supposed to be capable of doing. He'd really have to do some research to find out just what was going on. Meanwhile, he wished ever more so that he was at that party. Before the leather buddies or anyone else could step in, Michael showed up. He was the owner of the house and rarely participated in the attic parties so his presence meant something was going on. Jack moved off as Michael sat down by Brian and began to caress Brian's muscled body. He licked his lips as he slowly ran his hands over the broad powerful shoulders and down Brian's muscled arms. Brian flexed as Michael paused briefly to admire the deep sinuous muscles of each arm. Slowly he reached over and place one hand on each of Brian's mounds of taunt pectoral muscle. Brian inhaled deeply so Michael could feel them expand and contract as his chest heaved forth. Michael took note then quickly took Brian's nips between his thumbs and fingers and pinched them hard with a twisting motion. Brian moaned and his cock throbbed in reaction. "Fuck, how'd you know I loved my nips worked over?" "I've been watching. I know you like to be watched and appreciated, to have your body worshiped as only a man can." Michael continued as his hand made its way down the ridges of Brian's abs following the love trail to his huge erection. "Now you're going to really see what a talented man can do for you." Michael bent low and began to suck Brian's cock. Inch by inch it slowly disappeared inside Michael's mouth. "Oh, fuck!" Brian screamed as he realized Michael was swallowing hard, trying to take the cock head into his throat. "Fuck it’s squeezing so tight, you're not going to be able to breathe." As Chad listened to the action he noticed there was activity starting at the empty sling. Several guys seemed to be adjusting it so the head was much higher than normal and the bottom end was lowered. It was hardly the normal position for a guy to get fucked easily. "Let me worry about that." Michael was an expert it seemed. He could manage breathing in perfect timing with his ingestion of Brian's cock. Michael kept swallowing deeper and deeper. An intensely rhythmic action that allowed him to take Brian in deeper each time and then release enough to allow Michael to get a breath of air. "Oh, Shit!" Brian exclaimed, "No one has ever taken my cock that deeply before!" "I'm going to have all of it in me before you cum." Michael increased his sucking action as he took Brian’s cock in and out, over and over." Now, with only a couple inches to go, he reached up, grabbed Brian's hands and placed them on his throat as he took another deep breath of air. "Feel how your cock is stretching out my neck as I take it deeper and deeper." "Feels like you're throat is going to squeeze the cum out any time now." Brian replied as his breathing deepened. Another quick breath and Michael adds, "Just like a python swallowing its prey down whole." "No fuckin way?” Brian's balls contracted up and the cum shot out as he felt his cock head swell up inside Michael's throat. "Fu-c-c-c-k-k-k-k-k!" Michael had no choice but to ingest every drop as there was no means for it to go anywhere else. But then, he wanted it that way. His own cock spasmed and shot in rhythm to Brian's, as he devoured the pulsing monster cock shooting load after load deep in his throat. Chad was going crazy. The system had just registered two more huge climaxes from Brian and yet he couldn't see what was going on. He wanted to be there himself to see his alpha stud in action and maybe get some more of himself. Michael extricated himself from Brian's cock with a big gasping breath. "Didn't know if I'd be able to hold my breath much longer stud." Duane told Jack to get Brian something to drink. He figured now was their chance to play out a special group scene they'd planned for tonight. Jack went downstairs as Michael leaned in and spoke softly in Brian's ear. "Next time I want you to fuck me in my bedroom." "Cool, I'd like that too." Brian wondered why Michael never got fucked in the attic, but only in his bedroom. In fact he rarely participated in the parties and no one who was ever invited would talk about it after. His thought was lost as Jack stumbled, according to plan, spilling the drink all over Brian's chest. "Dam, sorry about that Brian." Jack said apologetically as the leather couple grabbed Brian by his arms and pulled him to his feet. "We'll clean it up for you Jack." They proceeded to lap up the liquid from Brian's body as they paid special attention to his erect nips. Sucking and nipping at them with their teeth as Brian became increasingly aroused again. They knew what they wanted and just how to get Brian's next load. Dan was the smaller of the two but carried a solid build with very little fat anywhere on his frame except around his waist. Duane was taller, with dark hair and a football players' build. He was proud of his hairy face and body which really made him look like the biker he was. The two had developed their own private set of nonverbal signals and used them to get the most out of any sexual encounter. They could be screaming 'Stop', and the other would know if it was for real or if it really meant 'fuck me harder'. In this way they kept the element of surprise from the third guy. Brian wouldn't have a clue what they had in store for him until it was too late. Dan worked his was down Brian's torso inch by inch, feeling every muscle and sineau along the way. His hands traced the ridges in Brian's six pack as he opened his mouth to envelope Brian's massive cock head. He savored the salty sweet cum still dripping from Brian's last explosive release. Meanwhile, Duane was busy probing Brian's mouth deeply with his tongue as he worked on those super sensitive, overly stimulated, nips protruding from Brian's huge, hard pecs. Brian was getting more aroused by the minute. He knew these two from past parties and loved what they were capable of doing. They seemed to read each others minds as they double teamed their efforts to seduce whoever they had in their control. Brian was pushed this way and that as Duane twisted and turn about Brian's body. He squeezed Brian's pecs, massaged his shoulders, rubbed up and down the washboard abs, as his tongue continued it's erotically invasive maneuvers ever deeper into Brian's throat. "Dan, you can take Brian's cock just as deeply as Michael did." Duane encouraged his partner. "I know you've practice and prepared for it, although it was quite this big before tonight. Just follow the plan." He winks to Dan, the signal that now is the night to play out their plan. "Fuck!” Chad yelled at the screen. The video stream from the party only showed the oddly positioned empty sling, yet he now knew that someone else was going to try to choke down Brian. A shadow appeared on the screen. Something was happening; he could see the man doing something to the sling frame. "I'll need you to get Brian ready, Duane." Dan signaled back to Duane. "Like this?” Duane replied as he pulled Brian backward quickly. "Get him!" "What the hell?" Brian's arms flew up and back, thinking he was falling backward to the floor, but instead he landed in the sling. "Wow, I thought...” Was all Brian could get out before he became aware that Duane, Dan and two others had bound his wrists up high and wide over his head, his legs were bound just above the knee and spread wide fully exposing his raging cock. The sling had been adjusted to form an almost upright leather chair. He struggled and pulled against the leather straps binding him to the sling frame , only to realize that he wasn't going to break free. "Fuck, I don't know what you got in mind, but you better get me off soon. You two always drive me wild." "We know; that's why we planned this little scene just for you." Dan replied. "You'll have to wait and see." "Yeah, we've been planning this one since the last attic party." Duane added. Dan slowly eyed the straining muscles on Brian's body head to toe. "Only we didn't have a clue you'd get this bulked up in the mean time." "Yeah, you muscled up so much we had to get Wes and Jack to help us out." Duane patted each of them on the back. "You guys did great." Chad's eyes were glued to the display. He couldn't believe how much more muscled Brian had become since he acquired him those few weeks ago. He had a hot body then, but now, fuck'n stud. "I got to find out whats causing the muscle growth to build up his body like that." He continued to watch as at least four guys started working on Brian. Duane moved around above Brian's head. "We want more of you Brian." He said as he resumed kissing and probing Brian with his long tongue. Wes and Jack each began nibbling on Brian's nips. As Dan resumed his efforts to devour Brian's raging cock. The play continued with Duane making great progress, as Brian became increasingly aroused. He strained against his bindings and his cock throbbed as his climax approached. "Get ready guys." Dan warned as his hand holding Brian's balls could feel them tightening up. "Now!" Brian knew he was ready to shoot another load. Duane pulled back momentarily and took a long, deep hit on a bottle of poppers. Brian began to inhale deeply so he could vocalize his building need to explode. But instead of air he got Duane exhalation, heavily laden with the vapors deep into his lungs. Brian felt Duane holding his nostrils shut as he refused to let him release the potent air. He winched with pain as Wes and Jack bit down on his nips. Then Dan forced his mouth down deeply over Brian's spasming cock while he squeezed the huge balls forcing another massive load of cum deep to burst forth. Dan held out as long as he could swallowing as much of the thick cream as possible. "Ack, Ack, Ack" Dan coughed as he gagged out the excess cum and fell back onto the floor. Wes and Jack bent over taking turns sucking down as much of erupting cum while they finished milking their own dicks. The four were amazed at the volume of cum spewing everywhere as they enjoyed the performance that Brian was putting on. His body spasmed and bounced in the sling as wave after wave of cum shot forth. Several times it looked like he was flexing a pose for a body building contest or something, with every muscle in his body gorged with blood, veins popping as he strained against the bonds. "That was incredible, guys." Duane exclaimed with his raspy voice. "Dan you're next?" Duane walked around and stood before Dan, still on his knees, only now with his back to Brian in the sling. "Yeah, unlike the rest of you, I'm still ready to unload just like Brian did." He gloated as Dan began to swallow his dick. Wes and Jack reached across Brian and continued to work on each others dick. Duane grabbed the sling frame as he bucked his dick in and out of Dan's throat. Looking down he noticed Brian's still erect cock, still dripping wet with saliva and his own cum. He pulled Dan to his feet and forced him back. Wes reached over and guided Brian's cock to the center of Dan's moist love hole. Dan's eyes went wide as his talented ass was quickly invaded by the pre-lubed monster behind him. "How's that, Dan?" Duane snickered, "now finish me off." Dan bent forward and took Duane's dick back into his mouth, sucking him hard. He was used to taking his man, but with the addition of Brian's massive hard cock splitting his ass open, it was more than he ever imagined he could handle. Duane grabbed Dan just below his arm pits and see-sawed him forward onto his cock and then back onto Brian's cock, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Dan was frantically struggling to hold on. He wanted to get Duane off, but wasn't sure how much more his ass could take. His own dick stiffened as his load shot out onto the floor and all over Duane's legs. Feeling this, Duane released his cum as Dan struggled to swallow the sweet nectar. Dan fell back as Jack pushed Brian forward. Dan totally impaled himself on Brian's huge thick cock. He screamed in pain just as it exploded yet another load of thick cream into his firm ass. Dan slowly extracted himself from Brian's shaft as the cum poured out of his ass. Finally free he stood up and gave Duane a big hug. He slowly turned and looked down on Brian, still bound in the sling. Incredibly, he was still fully erect. He looked to Wes and then to Jack. Wes and Jack also noticed that Brian was still hard as steel and his monster cock looked powerful and ready for even more action. A sly smile came upon their faces as they gave a partial nod to Dan. This was their signal indicating it was time for the three of them to turn things around on Duane. Together they had decided to seize the next opportunity to give Duane a taste of what it’s like to be a bottom. Dan pushed Duane back toward Brian in the swing, but he swiftly turns to prevent running into Brian. Just then Dan grabs him around the chest in a tight bear hug from behind, as Wes and Jack each take a leg and heave them over either side of Brian's torso. Duane is now straddling Brian's abs. He reaches up and grabs the overhead frame supporting the sling. He pulls himself up and off of Brian's abs trying to get away. "I don't bottom, guys!" Duane boldly states while adjusting his grip on the frame only to realize his grip now slipping. "What the fuck?" "We lubed that part of the frame in case you grabbed it." Dan retorts as Duane falls back directly onto Brian's cock, perfectly guided in position by Jack. "AAAARRRRRRGGGG" Duane yells as the thick cock head plunges through and his ass slowly begins sinking down several inches onto Brian's huge bull cock. Duane tries to resist the invading monster, but the more he moves the deeper the penetration. Inch by inch it slowly plows up inside his virgin ass. Chad watches intently on the monitor. He can't believe the stamina of Brian. Knowing he's already unloaded six times and likely going to make it seven. He begins to feel more than a little jealous that so many others are enjoying Brian and not paying for their pleasure. Chad realizes that maybe Brian could be the ultimate alpha stud of all his acquisitions. Brian flexes his muscles beneath Duane's weight, driving his cock up even deeper into the tight virgin ass. He's always wanted to see what Duane's bubble but would feel like, but he respected the top too much to force him to bottom. This was different. It wasn't his doing, but planned and executed by Dan and Brian wasn't going to ignore the opportunity. Wes and Jack love the total erotic action of it all. They could see that Duane was coming around and enjoying getting fucked. Wes bends over and begins to nibble on one of Brian's nips while jacking his own dick with his other hand. Jack takes the hint and follows suit working on Brian's other nip. Dan reaches around Duane and starts jacking off his partner’s dick. The five of them seem to get their rhythms synchronized as everyone is building toward another climax. Meanwhile Duane indeed has been awakened to the pleasures of getting fucked. His ass is more than simply enjoying the masculine intrusion of this muscle studs cock. "Yeah, give it to me Brian." He doesn't want it to end. "Fuck, I never knew it could feel so incredible. Fill me up with that monstrous bull fuck muscle, man." He runs his hands over Brian's shoulder and down his lats as the intruding cock plunges ever deeper inside his body. He can feel it protruding deep up inside. "More!, I want more of it." Chad's erection gets out of control as he watches the incredibly hot erotic action. He wants to be there, taking part in the draining of Brian and getting fucked and sucked by the group. He can't help but pump his own dick as his heart speeds up. "Give it to him Brian!" Chad yells at the screen. Realizing that he can participate and contribute to the scene, he triggers the ring to force a fail safe event. The immediate surge causes Brian to buck up even deeper into Duane. Brian's whole body is shaking as he strains against his binds. His cock swells up thickening as it grows longer and he plunges even deeper inside of Duane. "F-u-c-k!" Chad screams as he unloads all over his desk. As his arousal settles down he realizes that Brian's body didn't grow this time. "Shit man, feels like you're tearing me up inside!" Duane screams, but with a look of pure euphoric pleasure on his face. His cock starts erupting his load all over Brian, Wes and Jack. "Shit!" Duane screams in torment as the pleasurable pain takes him over the top. Wes steps back, "oh yeah, got mine for you too." As he adds his load to the mix and so does Jack. Cum is flowing all over Brian’s chest and running down onto the ridges of his six pack abs. "Here you go Brian." Jack scoops up a handful of cum from Brian’s abs and slathers it in Brian's mouth. "Lap it up man." Brian swallows the bitter sweet mix and that is all it takes as his body stiffens head to toe briefly and then violently bucks up and down like a bull in a rodeo. His cock hammering Duane's ass even more, as he unleashes yet another load of man juice into him. Duane, still enjoying the action yells out, "Yee Haw! Can I ride a bull or what?" He reaches down and slaps both his hands down hard on Brian's ass. "Fuck me anytime, stud." He reaches up and releases Brian's hand as Dan unbuckles his thighs. Chad watches the screen intently. He doesn't want to miss his chance to observe Brian's cock size once Duane pulls free. Duane wraps his hands around Brian's powerful shoulders and pulls himself up, sliding slowly up his cum slick abs, as he dismounts Brian's cock. Pulling out carefully inch by inch as he suddenly is very much aware of the massive sized tool that he took inside. "Dam, feels like a fucking baseball bat getting pulled out of me." Brian smiles proudly at the baseball bat comment to his size. He wonders if the growth will be gone in the morning or if it'll last. Also, just how long it'll take him before he learns how to use the cockring to make himself grow even larger and more muscular when he chooses. "Come on now, just a little more. Keep pulling. Fuck look at all the cum running down it." Chad is going crazy with the suspense. Duane stops suddenly, wincing in pain. "Only the head of your big bull cock to go. Feels like the suction is going to pull my ass inside out." Chad adjusts the screen for a better view. "Fuck'n huge! Over four hours and his cock still looks hard as steel!" "Let me help." Wes offers as he wraps an arm around Duane and pulls him to the side. A popping sound lets everyone around know Duane's been freed. "Shit, maybe I'll have to think about that fuck me anytime offer." Duane jokes. Dan can't help but laugh. "Doubt any cowboy could get thrown off once mounted on that bull cock. Bet you're going to walk bull legged for quite awhile too." Chad quickly saves a screen capture for future reference. "This kind of growth isn't supposed to happen. I've got to figure out what’s gone wrong." He watches as Brian gets up out of the sling, stretching the muscles in his arms and legs which have been bound up a bit too long. Brian reaches down to massage his quads where they were bound to the sling. He works out a knot just above the right knee and then traces the cut between the vastus medialis and lateralis and rectus femorous. He examines the same definition in his left leg before running his hands up past his erection to his abs. Chad licks his lips as he watches Brian collects some of the cum off his body and lick it off his fingers. He reaches down to get more of the thick fluid as the muscular stairway guy who grabbed his towel off earlier that evening steps closer. "I'd like some of that if you don't mind." he flatly states. "Help yourself," Brian replies. "I'm Brian, didn't catch your name before." "Eric, I'm visiting from New York and got to say you've put on one hell of a show tonight." He scoops up two handfuls of the creamy substance from Brian's chest. Puts one hand in his mouth sucking it clean like a popsicle and the other hand goes into Brian's mouth. "Thanks", Brian replies. "Looks like you've put in some time at the gym too." Brian runs his hand over Eric's shoulder as Eric stoops down and begins licking the remaining cum off Brian's abs. "Fuck, your tongue is driving me wild." "I'm glad you're enjoying it. A man who obviously spends as much time in the gym as you do, needs to be devoured!" He straightens up as his tongue licks past Brian's nips, to his neck. They embrace chest to chest and kiss each other deeply with Brian's cock standing upright between the two men. Eric frees himself and reaches down to grab Brian's cock. "You going to be willing to let me enjoy a workout session on this muscle too?" "You know it!" Brian points over toward the corner of the room. "Over on the examination table?" "No, no, no, I can't see over there." Chad pleads to the computer screen. "Wait? The camera is following them. Someone else must want to watch them." Eric hops up on the examination table and puts his feet into the stirrups as he lays back, pulling Brian on top of him. "Fill me up big bull man." Brian reaches down and deftly guides his huge love muscle toward Eric's lubed ass opening. He pushes gently at first to stretch Eric out a little and to let him feel the pressure building. Then forcing his cock head harder and deeper until his it opens Eric up enough to and slips inside. "SHIT!" Eric slams his hands against Brian's pecs and pushes back against him. "Hold it there a minute Brian. I need to get accustomed to your girth. You know you're not just incredibly long but extra thick too!" Eric's expression begins to show he is relaxing and adjusting to Brian's size. "I can't stand just sitting here watching all this." Chad remarks as he continues to monitor Brian on the system as the hot sex scene plays out. "He just unload totally on that last guy. How can he have anymore?" Brian can't wait any longer and begins the slow penetration of Eric inch by inch, ever so slowly, working in and out, deeper and deeper, enjoying every moment. The tightness of Eric's ass is incredible the way it hugs his cock shaft like a two fisted grip. Eric really has enormous control of his glutes, making them squeeze and pull as Brian works deeper inside. His arousal heightens as he steadily bores deeper and faster into Eric. "Fuck this shit." Chad shouts to the screen, suddenly noticing that the system timer indicates the failsafe activation he initiated is still active and has plenty of time left. Another activation before the expiration would register as a double event. "This could be real fun and I can test my theory on the cockring malfunction. I doubt even Brian can handle another double event this soon." "Fuck Bri, I'm not sure how much more I can take. How deep inside me are you now?" Brian looks Eric in the eyes, stops his penetration as he bends forward and works on Eric's nips. "I'm well over half way into you so far. You feel so tight, it's incredible." He plants his tongue deeply into Eric's hot mouth, working it slowly deep into his throat. Brian was always one who loved deep kissing. He always wished he could get his tongue deep enough into a guys throat to feel past his tonsils. It ranks right behind nip play as erotic arousal turn-on. After several minutes of kissing with Brian's tongue probing ever deeper into his throat, Eric breaks his mouth away briefly. "Ok, I'm ready to take more." "Finally," Chad remarks, "I was afraid to run out of time before Brian was in the guy totally." "You sure?" Brian questions, not waiting for the answer before resuming his assault. Only this time he begins a faster non-rhythmic pumping action. "Yes, and this time don't stop. No matter what I say or do." As if Brian had any intention of stopping before he got off. "You got it man." With each stroke he can sense the torment in Eric's ass. It tightens around Brian's cock shaft making it feel like Eric is trying to milk his load out, stroke after stroke. "Come on Brian," As Chad notes the timer has only 2 minutes left, "Stop wasting time and fuck the shit out of him." "Dam, I want it all!" The deep penetrating pain mixes with the heightened sense of eroticism from the overwhelming masculine onslaught. Eric's thrown into uncontrolled sexual frenzy each time the ridge of Brian's huge cock head passes over his prostrate. Then struggling to fight off the stretching surge of pain as the massive cock head opens up new depths inside of him. He struggles with each stoke to take more of Brian. "Give it to me, man!" By now others were standing around cheering them on while watching the action, as they jacked themselves or each other. Making comments about Eric being a man enough to take Brian or to Brian about knowing how to really enjoy exercising his muscles or his monster cock. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Brian shouts as he pumps ever deeper. "You've got it all now Eric." "That's what I've been waiting for." Chad pushes the button, sending the fail safe activation signal to Brian's cockring. "Arrgghh!" Brian screams as his whole body rocks with the surge caused by the cockring. His chest heaves up as his arms flail out. The muscles in his back and shoulders expand increasing the wide V shape to his torso. "Son of a bitch!" one of the guys exclaims. "What the hell's going on!" Another adds. Still others are wondering if Brian is on steroids or some other body building drug. "No one can increase muscle mass like that." Chad is glued to his computer as this time he watches Brian's body grow almost instantly before his eyes. Brian feels his glutes seize as his hamstrings and quads increase in size. His already monstrous cock surges larger as it plunges and expands even deeper in Eric. "Stop! Stop, Brian!" Eric screams as his dick own dick releases a massive load and tears well up in his eyes. Brian can hardly stop, let alone get a sentence out of his mouth. "c..aa..nn't" His skin feels like its tearing open as his muscles grow even larger. He can feel the additional tightness around his cock increasing to painful levels as his cock grows and embeds itself even deeper within poor Eric. "This is incredible! It's the double fail safe events that cause the growth. I've got to find out just why this is happening and if something is wrong with the cockring or if Brian is different somehow. The pain eases and Brian begins to take stock of this latest event just as he passes out and slumps on top of Eric. Chad watches as several naked men move in and begin to work out how to remove Brian. Chad starts estimating measurements from what he can see on the monitor. He was 165 pounds when I got him but he's got to be nearly 200 pounds of solid muscle now. The several men struggled to pull Brian up off Eric. Once they got him up enough, they worked to slowly extract his monstrous cock from Eric. He screamed in pain as Brian's huge cock worked like a piston causing a massive suction inside Eric. It seems to take forever, but once out they laid Brian back on the sling as the camera panned following his movement. Chad watched, wondering who was controlling the camera, as he continued to take more estimates of Brian's body. The measurements weren't making sense, so he had to retake them. On the second round he confirmed they were accurate. He sat back in his chair pondering the events and what could possibly be the cause of Brian's growth. "What the hell? Just when I thought I had the perfect alpha stud, something goes wrong." Michael, the host, pans the camera to another hot scene with the two leather men as a frustrated Chad turns to his computer system to try and find some answers.
  25. Phenyl

    The Fighting Spirit - Part 2

    Instead of fully proofreading, I decided to post it so for once I won't be totally lying when I say "I'll get it done by X." SO HERE YOU GO! Also, if you want to be totally awesome and adorable and awesodorable, you can feel free to drop some grammar/spelling fixes on me. Just in case you need a refresher: Part 1 The Fighting Spirit - Part 2 After mulling over the details, Gunnar decided his best course of action would be to just trust END for now. He wrote down everything he wanted in a bulleted format, just so he could minimize any chance of his wishes resulting in something he didn't want. After he was finished, he eagerly gave the paper of his desired changes over to END. ". . . So you're not doing the revenge thing because your daddy is awful. Wow. OK. Boring. I should mention these edits will obviously cause some conflicts with your personality, among other things. Not that it matters anyway." END skimmed over the paper again before writing in Gunnar's book. "Now you just wait." "When does it-" After blinking, END had vanished. And with another blink, Gunnar found himself in a prism cut off from the world as he knew it. It was quite spacious, and the surface inside was mirrored. Wherever he turned he could see himself, and since he was the only thing in the prism, he could see every detail in the reflection(s). An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach, then radiated outwards – coursing through every muscle fiber. His muscles twitched, making Gunnar believe he was shivering. As he shivered he began sweating and growing warmer with each passing second. On top of all the discomfort was an itchy feeling along his stomach and chest. He scratched to find a strange sensation, and upon closer inspection, he found the sensation was caused by hair. His chest was covered in blond hair, with a trail leading down his abs. His body hair didn't grow too long, and maintained a trimmed appearance. The hair on his head shortened a bit, keeping the shaggy appearance without obstructing his face anymore. Gunnar's muscles grew restless, he felt like he needed to run or lift something. They pushed against his taut skin, making Gunnar's mind go haywire. It felt like he was going through an intense workout. His toned and lithe body quickly began changing into something quite different. His upper body widened thanks to his bulging muscles, and that pathetic "U shape" his torso once made transformed into a muscled V. His shoulders were broader and his blown-up traps made his head look as if it were resting on a mountain of muscle. As his eyes drifted downward he could see his abs bulge out further, with his obliques sharpening; making an inviting Adonis belt form. Gunnar ran a hand over his bulbous chest, once just two thin slabs of meat, now two mounds of unbelievable power. He silently laughed to himself as his fingers ran along his hardened pecs and abs, now covered with a generous amount of tamed light-golden body hair. He slapped his thighs, hearing a very satisfying thunk of hitting a solid mass. His quads were ridiculously huge, causing his stance to widen just to accommodate his new size. Beneath them were shapely calves and bigger feet too. He noticed his hands were larger too; that's when he finally figured out it was because his body was bigger in terms of width and height. Gunanr struck a double bicep pose, taking great pleasure in what he saw. Two moderately huge mounds of power grew in size as he flexed, veins snaking around them. He leaned forward and flexed his chest, noticing his muscles were incredibly striated. He couldn't handle how great he looked. His body was so massively powerful for a 20 year old, and the cherry on top was the fact his moderate amount of body hair didn't hide any of his muscle's definition. Although, his face was still clean shaven to show off his newly chiseled looks. "Grant and Gunnar combined equals this, huh?" Gunnar patted the front of his crotch and grinned. He knew he wasn't just a full-fledged Grant, he was much more. "No wonder why my genes were so screwed up before. . . I'm so hot that it's unfair. Damn, look at these traps. Nobody's slipping a headlock on me. . . These thighs. . . No more needing momentum to hurt someone. . . And punching. . . Whoa, I bet I could break bones with just a tap. . ." Gunnar was too busy enjoying his body to really focus on the mental aspects of his being. He was unaware of his mind slipping. Now. . . He had always been a dedicated fighter powered by rigorous training. So he went from a straight A student to a straight C student. He wasn't dumb, but his mind was now focused on being a fighter; being a real Grant man. His skill sets shifted to reflect his new reality, and even his speech patterns and way of carrying himself changed. Overall, one might say he was more intense. Somewhat like his father. The prism faded away and placed him into a different looking room, but he knew it was still his. His old memories and new ones conflicted, making it hard for him to adjust. Instead of slumping over a bit, Gunnar now stood tall, making his 6'1" of height seem like more. He shrugged his shoulders and blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings back into place before he explored his room. The bed was now a queen size, and his room looked a lot blanker than before. Almost as if he rarely spent time in his room anymore. His old mirror was gone replaced, by a mirror that took up half of the wall by his new walk in closet. He peaked inside to see one side packed with fitness gear. But what caught his eye the most was a pair of shorts made of atypical material. He looked at them and looked at what was under them. Gear for his feet and hands, accompanied by a mouthpiece container. "These are. . ." He held up the shorts, his eyes fixated on the slight shimmer of the material. Gunnar searched his mind, "I'm. . . Actually. . . A MMA fighter? Like my dad?" Gunnar dropped the shorts and backed out of the closet. His head was spinning, soon taking his entire body along with him. He managed to bolt out of his room and down to the trophy room, each step was loud. Gunnar tried his best to stop it, but his large body refused to be unheard throughout the house. He saw a glimpse of his father but ignored him so he could finally make it to the trophy room. He burst through the door and gasped, almost dropping to his knees and crying. There it was. His own section lined with pictures, medals, and trophies. He spotted things from bodybuilding competitions, tae kwon do tournaments, high school wrestling, and things of the sort. He didn't look like a Grant due to his refined looks and blond hair, but he succeeded just as much as any other Grant. . . If not more! Gunnar thought things would turn out decently, but he didn't think they would be so perfect. "Really Gunnar?" Gunnar's mind did a backflip when he heard his father actually say his first name. "It's good to be motivated and proud, but you look like a woman who just watched The Titanic for the first time. . . That is the only date I ever regret going on with your mother." Gunnar turned to face his father, but almost regret that he did. His father was in his boxer briefs instead of his standard pajama pants and tanktop combo. He did not need to see his dad almost naked. Gunnar then realized he was wearing something similar. He felt like his face should be on fire right about now, but it wasn't. It felt like the norm for the two Grant men, apparently. However, Gary's body was not of the norm; it was different. No more gut, no more fat at all. His body was even more muscular. It occurred to Gunnar that now his father was huge. Having healthy competition living in the same household has been good for Gary. The two men fiercely worked out and kept each other motivated to eat healthy as well as be the best they can be. His father was still a hairy ape, but even then, his muscular definition had Gunnar feeling quite envious. He shrugged a bit of the envy off by reminding himself that he and Gary share the same genes, he knew he'd be like his father one day. . . Minus the hair, hopefully. "Uh, yeah, sorry dad." Gunnar laughed, "I just had a weird dream is all." "Well after those hits you took yesterday, I wouldn't be surprised." He smiled, "So, how about you get washed up and get ready for breakfast?" Gunnar shook his head, "I have school, though. I don't have time." "Uh. . . Son?" Gary tilted his head, "Did those knocks to the noggin mess up your head? You graduated over 2 years ago." "From college?" ". . . No, from high school." Gary's look of concern deepened. It made Gunnar feel bad for worrying his father, but it made him feel a bit happy that his father actually cared. "Are you sure you're OK? I'm impressed and proud that you withstood two hooks from Haymaker Hector – then took him down. But don't shrug it off if you're head's a bit messed up. There's no shame in being hurt, you know. Should I take you to the hospital or what?" "No, no, no, dad!" Gunnar frantically waved his hands in front of him, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I just got confused is all. . . I guess I'm still half asleep. Weird dreaming and all, y'know, and stuff like that." "If you say so, Gunny." Gary sighed, "Just splash your face with some cold water to take the edge off, then come on back downstairs for breakfast." "Yeah dad, gotcha, will do. I got a lot to do today anyway, so I should get it together." Gunnar winced as he heard himself speak. Wait, what things? Gunnar knew his life was different, but the fact his old one was falling away and the new one was easily settling in just didn't feel right. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Gunnar remembered what his day would entail. He had another fight, according to Google. Googling his name also brought up some very interesting things. He was apparently on many men's fitness magazines and fight magazines. He had tons of posters. He even made a couple of attention-focusing cameos that were plastered all over Youtube. "This is ridiculous." Gunnar stated as he scrolled through everything related to him. "I know right? I didn't think it'd be this stupidly ridiculous. Maybe you were wiry for a reason." A familiar voice called out to him. "Like. For real. I didn't even write in all of this." "H-hey! Don't do that!" Gunnar spun his computer chair around to face the intruder. "But you're right. This is too much. . . Maybe I shouldn't have asked for this." "Well it was just a quick change. Activate some genes and then deactivate the others. It just happened to be extremely effective is all." "My dad looks happy though." Gunnar smiled, "He called me Gunnar and Gunny all within two minutes. It feels good to hear him say my name. . . I don't really feel like a failure anymore." "Not a failure to him, anyway." END rolled her eyes. "So, anyway, you have two more edits coming your way. Whenever you want them, just write them down on a piece of paper. At the top write or type in all caps, TO END. Then put your name in all caps at the bottom. It's easier to find that way." "I have a fight later." Gunnar wanted to change the subject as he went to go look in the mirror. "What do I do?" "It's all there in your head. It'll be there when you need it." "But. . . My head?" Gunnar rubbed his temples. Though it went from one gesture into a full double bicep flex. "I feel like I'm forgetting a lot of things." "Well, a change in your entire timeline does that. You'll start remembering some things and forgetting others. It's no big deal." END pulled out a notepad with a pencil attached to it. She handed it to Gunnar. And by handed, I mean she threw it at him to pull him back down to earth. Gunnar didn't even turn around. "If you want a twin to make out with, I can totally make that happen too." "No, no, no! I don't need that." Gunnar was quite embarrassed, to say the least. "Oh hey, I wanted to ask you. Why do you even do this?" "I literally just pick a name out of a huge rolodex. Though if there are some magical mishaps, like say a kid who was stealing attributes from people and didn't even know it – but then was punished for it severely – I would go fix that instead. And yes, that kind of thing happens more than it should." "Like what kind of punishment do they get?" "You don't even want to know. It's usually some really fucked up stuff. Though it totally sucks because magic stuff is hard to undo without the rest of the world noticing. Don't worry though, your three edits are basically one giant magic spell anyway. By the way, you should totally warm up before your fight today. Your toughest opponent will be waiting for you." "Wait, what do you mean?" Gunnar turned around to see nobody there. The notepad END threw earlier was lying on the floor, so he picked it up and placed it in his gym bag without really thinking about it. "Toughest opponent, huh? All that comes to mind is a guy named. . . Mathew Massey? Hmph. Fine Mathew Massey. Let's see what you've got."
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Guidelines, Terms of Use, & Privacy Policy.
We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue..