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Achilles strived to be a big bodybuilder for many years and finally did so after a lot of hard work. His once skinny frame filled out with big thick bulky arms, a giant bull neck, and a huge beefy chest. He always was an attractive guy with a handsome face but deep down wanted to be a hulking brute. He achieved these goals through the normal process of lifting, eating tons, and sleeping right. Life gets in the way of these things sometimes, but he never wavered. His job as a barista is sometimes quite hectic and his personal life could also get in the way of his training. He is quite the intellectual too always wanting to focus on his writings and his interests in poetry and music. While Achilles was already a large man by anyone's standards, deep down he’d wanted to be even stronger and much bigger than he already is. So one day he put his thoughts into his blog, but he would never push the ‘post’ button. He closed his eyes while sitting in his desk chair and just imagined himself bigger and more massive than he already is. Achilles always wore his favorite denim shirt because it made his arms look very impressive and has a favorite pair of black pants too that he wore to the gym because they were comfortable. Sitting calmly in the chair, his imagination became his reality as his arms, pecs, legs, and back started to expand stretching the fabric on his shirt and pants to the point that they bust and shred without much effort. He hears something crack and discovers that it is his chair. He crashes to the ground and makes everything in his house shake under his growing frame. Achilles was 240 pounds before he started growing, but after his sudden growth spurt, he is now up to 260 after getting on the scale in his bathroom. He goes ahead and erases his blog entry after what he just experienced. Achilles is originally from England and wanted to take a trip back there to visit his family. While he is there, he wants to meet up with other British blokes from the forum, so he posted an entry in the personals. Almost immediately he got a response from a guy in Manchester. The man tells him that he is willing to meet up with Achilles for brunch and then they could discuss 'other things'. Achilles never tells him just how big he really is, but he does give him a fair description of what his face looks like so the man isn’t completely in the dark. A week goes by and Achilles arrives in London. He goes to visit his family for a few days to catch up on their lives and to let them know how he is doing. They are amazed at the dramatic transformation he has undertaken. He tells them that he has to meet up with a friend that evening and can’t stay long. He promises to make a return to visit again soon. Luckily he still retains his sweet mild-mannered nature and bids adieu until later. He arrives in Manchester that evening and meets up with the other bloke at a small cafe. He is shocked to see that the other guy is also quite large and quite hot. The man's bulging arms go down to his amazing chest and huge quads. His cheeky smile says it all when he says, 'are you surprised mate?' Achilles could hardly say anything because he is blown away by the man's beauty. The man then says, 'should we just skip this and go to the hotel?' Achilles nods and says, 'yes mate that might be wise.' It doesn't take long before Achilles gets the urge to start rubbing the man's huge shoulders before they even leave the cafe. They get to the hotel and without saying anything at all, the man leads Achilles to the suite that they purchased. Before they can get into the door, the man takes his shirt off and starts to flex his guns and bounces his pecs. Achilles does the same taking his shirt off and starts posing his self. It becomes a hot session as both men rub and massage each other taking in each other’s scents and start slowly tasting the bitter sweat off each other. The session lasts for quite a while before Achilles asks him what his name is. The man smiles and says, 'call me Nathan mate.' Achilles smiles back and says, 'sure mate.' Achilles sits down, closes his eyes, and imagines Nathan getting thicker than he currently is. Nathan, still standing in the middle of the suite, starts groaning as Achilles can hear some kind of popping sound with his eyes still closed. He wonders if this imagining process will work on Nathan. Achilles opens his eyes and sees his fantasy come true as the gorgeous Brit starts getting taller. His pants grow tighter and start shredding the seams on the sides. Nathan's already huge frame gets bigger as his pecs grow fuller and his arms grow much thicker. His wide back gets even wider with additional muscles appearing on top of the huge muscles already there. Finally, his pants give way revealing stupendous quads and impressive calves. The growing stops after Nathan gains 40 pounds of muscle on top of what he started with and gains four inches in height. His head nearly touches the ceiling in the hotel suite. Achilles can't help but to go over and start massaging Nathan's newly grown musculature. He rubs his huge chest against Nathan's and the two behemoths start stroking their selves. Nathan pulls his posers off revealing a nice engorged cock and begins to stroke it. The two men eventually get their selves close after a lot of edging and shoot their huge loads onto each other. Achilles says that he has to go soon because he needs to go to America and meet up with a man he knows from Boston. Nathan understands and gives Achilles a hug before saying that he needs to come back to Manchester sometime. Achilles agrees that he will return and they say their goodbyes. He then makes a mad dash out of the suite to get to the airport to catch his flight. It took him several hours to arrive in Boston and is quite surprised at how gorgeous the coastline is. He has a little time to spare before he meets up with his buddy so he goes on to the boardwalk to take in the view. Achilles decides to set up his date with this man on the beach close to the water. The man calls to tell him that he has to finish a social case and will arrive a little later than usual because a family needs his help with some personal matters. Achilles likes the fact that the man is so caring and tells him that he will have no problem waiting for him. About an hour after the call was made, the man shows up wearing a yellow polo with khaki shorts. He is an absolute tank of a man and has reddish blonde hair just about everywhere that Achilles can see and wear glasses. His reddish beard is a sight to behold. Achilles is stunned by how thick and beefy he is for his height since he is not an extremely tall guy. The two of them decided to go eat at a nearby pier restaurant and are discussing the day and evening plans. The man tells him how he wishes he was a little taller because he feels so small for his height. Achilles disagrees completely with his thinking but does understand why the man would feel the way he does. They finish their meals and go back to the beach to enjoy their evening. The man decides to take his shirt off to reveal the thick hairy muscles on his chest and lies down beside Achilles so they talk for a little bit about general things. After about a half-hour, Achilles dares the man to go into the water without any of his clothes on. The man accepts the dare and strips his pants off to reveal nicely shaped quads, a huge ass, and a great cock. He jumps into the water and yells for Achilles to join him. It doesn’t take much for him to take all of his clothes off and join the large man. The two of them gaze into each other’s eyes and start kissing. Achilles holds the hairy stud in his arms and decides to close his eyes. He starts to imagine what would happen if the man suddenly grew taller and gained more muscle on top of what he already had. He asks the man what his name is and he says it is Jon. Achilles smiles and hugs Jon really tight with his eyes still closed. After a couple of minutes, he feels Jon tightening up and hears him moan in a really deep husky tone. The hunky muscle bear is beginning to feel a major change happening from within. Achilles feels Jon's back starting to stretch wider and his spine begins popping adding several inches to his frame. His back continues to get thicker and more developed with each second. Jon's glasses break as his head grows larger accommodating his new size. His hairy pecs are getting incredibly dense and quite hard as well as his abs and quads. Achilles can feel Jon's cock lengthen beneath his own as he continues to keep his eyes closed. As he continues to hold him, the grip he had on Jon is getting looser since he no longer can feel Jon's face. Instead it is his chest that is in front of his head now. Jon's voice has deepened exponentially too as he can feel Jon's growing glutes on his hands. When Achilles does open his eyes, he looks up at the newly tall Jon and smiles at him. Jon smiles back and lifts Achilles up to his face to give him a passionate kiss. The two muscle gods start worshipping each other, rubbing their chests together as the waves hit them and they take in the warm evening sun. They both admit that they like each other quite a bit and must do this again sometime soon. Achilles tells him that unfortunately he has to leave since he has another engagement to attend to the next day. Before he leaves though, Jon grabs a hold of his waist and squeezes his huge rod into Achilles hole to give him a goodbye fuck. The sensation sends him into absolute bliss as Jon thrusts in and out of him for several minutes before he finally pulls out and cums on to Achilles huge beefy pecs. They kiss one last time and he departs for his next destination. Achilles looks inside his calendar book and sees that New York is going to be his next stop on the way. He manages to hop into a taxi located near the pier and it drives him to the nearest rental shop to pick up a car. Once he gets there, he selects his car and begins his drive to New York. At a rest stop on one of the highways up, he calls his good buddy in the city and asks him where he wants to meet him. The other man mentions a park near where he lives so they can talk. Achilles says that is okay with him but it will probably take a few hours before he can there. The man says that he has to get some errands done in the meantime and eat dinner with his husband. Achilles decides to stop at a local hotel for the night to get some rest before getting up the next morning to eat a hearty breakfast. He manages to arrive at the park, but he is a little late. He sees his good buddy sitting on a bench relaxing and watching the birds up in the trees. He turns to look at Achilles and has a Cheshire cat smile. He is wearing a white t-shirt with white pants and has really wide pecs that jut out quite prominently from his chest. Achilles notices them from the moment he saw him sitting there. He goes to sit beside the beefy man and strikes up a conversation all the while trying to keep his distance because he knew the man was married. After a few minutes of just random chit chat, Achilles closes his eyes and imagines his older buddy getting a lot bigger and thicker. He hears the man squirming beside him on the park bench and hears his muscles stretching and popping. Without opening his eyes, Achilles asks the growing man, 'Richard, are you feeling okay?' Richard answers in a rough tone, ‘uhhh, I think so. I seem to be in the middle of a growth phase right now.' Achilles opens his eyes and notices Richard’s pecs swelling up and out into huge hairy boulders of muscle. His beefy legs are beginning to stretch the fabric of his pants. Incredibly, he watches in amazement as Richard's back and lats bust their way through his t-shirt. His enormous pecs are now shredding the front of his shirt and are bouncing involuntarily when it finally falls off. His beefy arms have developed into cannons and his shoulders are now getting absurdly huge. He is now hairier then he was before. Richard starts flexing his new bis and tris and can’t help but to rub all of the new muscle that just appeared. His greyish goatee has turned back to black as well as the fur on his body. Achilles can hear Richard's pants ripping the seams down the sides exposing his new gargantuan quads with their diamond-shaped muscularity. Achilles starts rubbing him up and down feeling his new massiveness. He won’t try to have sex with him, but compliments him on his dramatic transformation. Richard is quite thankful for Achilles' help in getting him over the plateau and tells him that he will remember this someday when they meet again. Achilles is glad that Richard is happy but has to admit that he needs to go meet someone in Georgia and must leave in just a bit. Before he leaves though, Richard wants him to meet his hubby and to see the reaction he will have to his growth. Achilles thinks this is a great idea and will wait to meet him. After a few phone calls and about twenty more minutes, Richard’s husband arrives and barely recognizes him in all of his buff glory. After a few laughs from the three men, Achilles says his goodbyes to the couple and sets off for the southern states. It will take him nearly two more days to arrive at his next destination Atlanta, Georgia. There he is going to meet his good friend, G T, and take in the sights of the city. He reaches him by phone the night he gets there and wants to meet up. G T tells Achilles to stop by the gym he is at right now. When he gets there, G T is in the middle of his workout. He stands and watches G T pumping his huge beefy chest with some nice sized dumbbells. He has a huge back already, but Achilles is starting to imagine what G T will look like with a much larger one. He wears thin glasses and has very fine curly black body hair all over his chocolate-colored skin. Achilles remains standing and closes his eyes creating a picture in his head of what G T will look like as a much denser version of himself. The clanking of the dumbbells he is using slows down quickly and he can hear the big black man grunting more than before. Then he hears a faint sound coming from G T's body, one that sounds quite promising. This time, Achilles wants to keep his eyes open to watch G T’s transformation, but notices that it halts when he opens them. G T is lying on a bench doing his dumbbell flys, but feels something happening in his chest. Achilles decides to close his eyes again to start thinking about G T's growth once again and starts to imagine his arms swelling. He can hear the black stud grunting again as G T starts noticing his arms getting even beefier than before but much more solid. He doesn't have the vascularity, but his muscles are definitely growing. He does a rep or two and watches his hairy pecs moving up and down growing wider and more defined. His legs appear to be getting much thicker too as well as his back thickening outward. Achilles opens his eyes and looks down at G T lying on the bench nearly falling off the side with his new body. He manages to get up to smile at him while still wearing his glasses. The two men manage to get a few rubs in on each other before G T has to go shower and find some clothes that are a few sizes up from where he was before. Once he dresses, the two studs decide to go to dinner and discuss workout tips. Achilles receives a text from a good friend down in Miami that wants him to come and meet him for a few hours. He tells G T that he can’t stay much longer, but he will definitely come back when he has more time. G T wanted to spend the evening with Achilles and seems a tad aggravated, but he will settle for some kind of parting gift. They determine an arm wrestling match would suffice and it ends with a draw. Achilles bids G T adieu for now after eating a very satisfying meal. His trip to Miami takes almost an entire day. He arrives and is blown away by the tropical setting and the wonderful beaches. He stops at one of them to take in the air and to just peer out on to the Atlantic Ocean. While walking barefoot down the coast, he receives another text from his friend and is told to meet him at his condo. Once he gets there, he is met by a nicely built man wearing all Under Armour gear and has a well-kempt beard with an impressive tattoo covering his huge right arm. The man smiles big at Achilles and hugs him for nearly an entire minute. He then introduces Achilles to his boyfriend. After the nice introduction, Achilles and the hunky man leave to catch a bite to eat. It is decided that it would be natural to go eat Cuban food, so they do. The big Brit can’t help but to take in the man's huge frame and incredible body lines as they head to the restaurant. He knows the hunk has a boyfriend, but is completely smitten with him anyway. They end up in a corner booth at the restaurant and start talking about books and music. They learn that both of them have similar interests. The conversation eventually changes to talking about beaches. The tall hunk mentions South Beach and how they really need to just go there and relax for a while. Achilles agrees with his suggestion and says they should take their food with them. After packing their meals to go, they get there and find a spot to finish eating. The man sheds his shirt when he finishes and pulls his pants off to show off his incredible legs. He is also wearing a speedo and it makes his butt look amazing. Achilles can’t believe how great this man looks already. The tall stud decides to take a little stroll down the beach for a few minutes, so Achilles closes his eyes and imagines the man growing bigger as he walks. Achilles yells, 'Victor, hold on mate, you are getting too far away from me.' Victor yells back, 'Then get your tush over here.' Achilles remains seated to continue visualizing his buddy growing as he takes each additional step. As Achilles focuses on his fantasy, Victor starts to feel a sensation traveling through his entire body. He looks down to see his quads thickening up and his butt growing. The growth is so sudden that he is not prepared for his speedo to start ripping apart at the seams. His chest, already thick and dense, starts to fill out more than before as well as his back. His big arms are even thicker which makes the tattoo on his right arm appear more stretched. His growing crotch isn't helping matters either as his speedo barely clings to his muscles. He shouts for the Brit to come over and wrap him in a towel before the speedo decides to fly away. Achilles quickly opens his eyes, runs over to Victor, and grabs the towel they used to eat on to wrap the growing stud up in. The speedo ends up falling off on to the sand and looks like nothing but a piece of fabric. Achilles feels how large Victor's cock is, but doesn't attempt to go further since he knows that he has a boyfriend at home. The two manage to exchange a kiss for good sake though. Knowing how embarrassed Victor is, Achilles takes him to the car and drives him back to the condo. Victor invites him in for a drink, but Achilles says that he needs to go since things didn't turn out quite the way he hoped they would. He needs to take the car to the local rental shop anyway. He says his goodbyes to Victor and travels to the rental company. There he grabs a taxi to take him to the Miami airport and books a flight to Chicago to meet up with another buddy. When he leaves the airport at O'Hare, he hails another taxi to take him to Uptown. His friend in uptown Chicago isn’t quite like the others. He isn't muscular by any means, but he does have a strong thirst for it. The man will be off work in the mid-evening and has already talked to Achilles about meeting up at a local Chinese restaurant. The Brit isn't really fond of Chinese food, but he is willing to eat it if it appeals to his friend. The guy gives him the coordinates to 'Panda Express' and they meet up there. After texting him a few minutes earlier, the man shows up wearing glasses, a black t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He doesn't look like the other men Achilles has been in contact with, but he is interesting. He is also very friendly and excited to be eating at his favorite restaurant. The two men talk a lot about guys in general and how the man just wants to be as massive as humanly possible. Achilles figures out pretty quickly that this guy is into macro growth and loves giant musclemen. It is a fantasy that never really came up until now. He didn't want to imagine this happening in the restaurant so he decides to wait until they went somewhere more isolated. When they finish eating, the two guys go outside to walk to the naval pier. The Brit starts checking this guy out and sees that a major physical change could make a difference in this man's life. He stops to close his eyes and begins to focus in on his friend David's voice. Achilles envisions his slim hairy body and adorably nerdy looks transforming into godlike proportions. He hears David starting to growl in a really deep voice. His skin is starting to stretch and the sound of clothes ripping fills the air. The Brit hears David’s arms expanding to gargantuan size. He flexes his biceps as they are growing shredding his t-shirt sleeves. His growing hairy chest is noticeably hairier now and is getting more powerful by the minute by tearing its way through the rest of his t-shirt. He can feel his back getting wider and wider making the growing nerd thirst for more. His thin legs are now thickly muscled and straining against the fabric in his jeans. He feels them busting the seams out the sides exposing his more defined bubble butt. David's long cock is now much longer making its way out of his underwear which has fallen to the ground. Achilles hears him moaning and grunting as he is getting taller also. The muscles in his back continuously pop making additional space for more height. The quiet and reserved nerd is now a massive monster. Achilles finally opens his eyes and sees the new David standing in front of him. The two big men are in such lust that they start to have sex right there on the pier. This date will have quite an effect on Achilles. David’s penetration leads to a growth sequence for the Brit. He feels his body swelling as David thrusts his long cock inside him. David loves it so much that he can feel Achilles’ body reacting to the fucking. The Brit grows nearly 20 pounds by the time they finish. The two studs lie on the pier talking about random things and cuddle lovingly. They have become very close friends now. David refers Achilles to a man he knows on the other side of Chicago. He tells him that he will talk to him after he meets the other man. Achilles gives David a nice long kiss before he leaves and gets up to find a taxi around the pier. The man is described as a giant man himself. He isn't entirely fit, but his sheer size is something to behold. They are meeting at a club close to the heart of Chicago. David tells Achilles what he looks like so he isn't that hard to miss. Sure enough, this man is standing close to the entrance of the club David told him about. They say their hellos and go inside. In the club, they start talking about each other’s muscles and how they both enjoy flexing in front of other men. This guy admits that he only does it on camera for fun and not for money. This surprises Achilles in a way, but he understands. The man sheds his shirt and starts dancing on the floor. His huge pecs and shoulders have definitely caught Achilles eyes. He joins him on the floor and starts rubbing his chest and looking up at the man's big grin as he starts licking his biceps. He isn’t exactly Achilles' type, but he goes with the flow. Next thing he knows, the man starts to grind on him. The Brit pushes him away, but the man just comes back and starts doing it again. He realizes that this man enjoys the aggressiveness of it all so he gets into it even more. With the two still dancing, Achilles closes his eyes and starts imagining this man getting bigger as he talks with more authority. He asks what the man's name is and he says it is Rick. Rick pushes his giant pecs into Achilles face while his eyes are still closed. Achilles immediately opens his eyes and watches as Rick's pecs are swelling and starting to smother his face. The huge man grabs a hold of him and starts to grow rapidly. The club goers are watching in amazement as Rick is growing entirely out of his clothes and beyond. This is not the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to. Achilles can't get away from him so he attempts to wiggle his way out of his growing hands. Rick is so involved in the transformation that he just lets go of him by accident. His entire body is going through a dramatic change growing muscle on top of muscle. Rick’s cock is now hitting the floor causing him to start stroking it without a second thought. Achilles doesn't stick around to see the rest of the transformation as he is so distraught over what he has done to Rick. He calls David back and tells him that seeing his friend may have been a mistake and that he needs to fly to San Francisco in the meantime to meet up with a friend there. David tells him that he hopes they can meet again really soon because he had such a fantastic night. The two studs hang up and the Brit gets in a taxi located outside the club to go back to O'Hare and fly to San Francisco. The flight takes the entire day so when he arrives in the West Coast city, he goes to a hotel and gets some much needed rest. He will get up the next day to meet with his good friend in person. His friend sent him a text telling him to meet up in the Castro, the center of gay life in the city. Achilles meets his good buddy at a local sports bar and is pleasantly surprised to see the reddish-brown haired muscle bear smiling at him when he goes to sit on a bar stool. They shake hands and the man gives him a nice big bear hug. They start talking and the man tells him that he is in an open relationship where his partner and his self are allowed to pursue their own interests as long as they don't cheat without the other's permission. Achilles thinks that this is an interesting proposition to have. They start talking about all of the events the city offers and how the Brit always wanted to visit. The two men decide to go outside and walk around taking in the sights. Achilles stops for a moment to close his eyes and picture his friend getting bigger and more powerful. He motions him to wait for a minute because he wants to breathe in the air. 'Dan mate, this place has a great atmosphere.' Dan says, 'I'm glad that you decided to come here. I have so many things to show you.' Achilles smiles and says, 'I know you do.' After the exchange on the street, Achilles goes back to focusing on his good friend's beefy body. He hears Dan stop in his tracks and sort of whisper something. He can hear popping sounds coming from the thick bear. He opens his eyes and sees Dan's back stretching wider and getting denser and more powerful. The growing stud starts moaning and grunting seeing his body changing and getting thicker and more developed. His voice is becoming deeper and more boastful. He flexes his huge growing biceps making them rise higher and higher. His clothes have started to rip apart exposing explosive shoulders and traps. He turns to look at Achilles and shows him his wide hairy pecs getting more thickness. He is shocked to see his abs popping out of nowhere and extending to look like large slabs of concrete on his stomach. His legs blow out of his pants and have gotten hairier than before with more reddish-brown fur. Achilles is shocked at how sexy and strong Dan looks with his new body. He goes over to stroke Dan’s new muscles. Dan leans in for a passionate kiss and squeezes the now smaller Achilles in his arms. The Brit places his arms around the bigger bear and is essentially carried up into his chest. The two huge studs start making out and have sex. After this really long session, the two travel on over to where Achilles is staying so he can find some clothes for the new improved Dan. It is at that time Achilles tells Dan he must go to LA to meet up with this young guy he met on the forum. Dan wishes he could stay longer, but that he understands he must do what he has to do. Achilles gives Dan the key to his hotel room and wishes him luck on finding a new wardrobe. He leaves to find a taxi outside to take him to Los Angeles. It takes several hours before Achilles arrives in the one of the largest cities in America to track down his young aficionado. The two acquaintances decide to meet at his apartment in the middle of the city. He arrives at the housing community a little late, but the small man doesn’t mind. He opens the door to greet Achilles and lets him in after a little small talk. After the Brit enters, the college-aged guy reveals his nicely developed chest to him. He’s not entirely ripped, but his symmetry impresses Achilles a lot and sees great potential in the young man. He starts to close his eyes but before he does he says, 'Corey mate, you are looking bloody good.' Corey answers back with, ‘I’m trying, but it has been difficult for me to gain any weight at all.’ He admits that he really wants to massage the Brit very badly, but doesn’t want to offend him. Achilles is fine with allowing Corey to try and loosen up the kinks in his body. Now with his eyes closed, he feels the youngster’s hands slowly rubbing his tired and achy muscles along his shoulders and back. He creates a picture in his mind of Corey’s hands growing while he is trying to massage him. Sitting in a chair in Corey’s living room, Achilles feels something going on behind his head. He turns around to open his eyes and sees Corey's fingers swelling up and knows that the transformation has started to take shape. He hears him start moaning as the growth is moving up his arms now. The Brit sees every single vein and muscle in Corey’s arms start to stretch his skin out and force their way out from what seems like nowhere. This makes the young man react staring at his biceps and triceps growing. The feeling moves up to his shoulders now and eventually down to his chest where his pecs have swollen to twice their size and he is developing perfect six-pack abs. Then it moves to his legs, where he is still wearing his khaki shorts. His quads thicken so much that his shorts start to move up close to his waistline. Corey's growth is quite drastic as his face is much fuller and more mature than before. Achilles is quite surprised to see the smaller guy getting so big and powerful. He decides to get up himself to give the huge youngster a massage of his own since he needs it more than the Brit does. Corey walks over to a mirror to check his self out and is amazed at his new muscles. Achilles follows him over to where he is and gives him a nice rubdown before telling him that the two of them need to set up another time to meet again. The buff youngster wants to know why he would say that. Apparently while the Brit was sitting in the chair, he received a text from a good friend of his in the UK that really wants to see him again. He tells Corey that this bloke doesn't have a lot of time to interact with him because of his schedule and he needs to leave right away. Despite his disappointment, Corey understands the situation and gives Achilles a huge goodbye squeeze. The Brit rushes into the taxi he left there and rides to the airport to fly back to the UK. He arrives in London on time to find that his good mate has sent a taxi to the airport to pick him up. He wants Achilles to meet him at one of the spots he just did a photo shoot at to show him a few things. It takes about a half hour for the Brit to get to the Thames River and wait for his good friend to arrive. He decides to lean down where the water begins and stare at himself to pass the time and admire his size. He currently sits at 280 and would love to add that extra 20 to make it an even number. He flexes his huge guns not noticing that smaller arms are now wrapped around him squeezing really tight. The other bloke laughs and says, 'whoa mate you sure do know how to make me remember you.' Achilles turns to give the man a huge bear hug and kisses him tightly. After putting him down he boasts, 'Chris mate, you are looking bloody beautiful.' Chris has blonde highlights in his brown hair, looks to have a ripped physique, and may even be more attractive than he remembers. He picks Chris up again to give him another hug and is talking to him in a really playful manner. Chris tells him to close his eyes and just relax so he can tickle him. Achilles knows that he is ticklish and won't budge. Instead he goes into another visual fantasy with his friend Chris still in his arms. He really wants Chris to grow as big as him and to feel every single muscle twitch, pop, and stretch as he holds him. The Brit focuses his energy completely on his good mate. As they stand there by the river, Achilles feels Chris's rippling abs along his own thick abdomen and wants them to grow. He hears the other Brit moaning as his body is starting to react making Achilles have to push his arms out and away from him. Chris’s abs start making popping sounds stretching as his tight pecs blow up into thick balloons. His fit arms are bulging with immense power as they explode in size. His cute face now has a more mature look to it than before the change. Even before the growth moves to Chris’s lower body, Achilles is making love to his friend as he kisses and worships the growing bloke’s heaving chest. He feels Chris's back pulling his shirt tighter and it starts shredding in multiple places. He lets go of him due to the fact that Chris is getting taller now. His back is popping and appears to be making room for more muscle to grow. His legs are starting to rip his pants in half exposing his massive quads. This isn't the typical growth pattern Achilles is used to seeing. He is basically turning Chris into his equal. His mindboggling growth is actually stretching his skin and leaving marks. Achilles pulls his pants down to penetrate him and fuck him. Chris's clothes are already shredded and his fit 160 pound body has exploded to 280. His extreme growth has made him six inches taller now. The two British muscle studs have sex all night long as they fuck each other over and over again. Unlike his previous sessions, Achilles stays with his buddy overnight. When he gets up the next morning, he realizes that he has to make one more stop before he heads home. His time with Chris is most likely his favorite, but he does have feelings for most of the guys. He wishes he can stay with Chris a little longer, but his flight to Sydney is just a couple of hours from now and he needs to get moving. Chris tells him not to worry about it and they will meet again sometime soon. He even rides with Achilles to the airport to see him off. They kiss each other goodbye and the Brit-Kiwi boards the plane for Sydney, Australia. He won’t arrive there until later in the day. He has already been there before so he knows the city quite well. His Australian buddy is waiting for him at a restaurant just a little ways from the airport. He wants to eat a late-night dinner with Achilles after a hard workout at the gym. He has never met this man in person, but he has seen his pictures before. The man immediately recognizes him and kids him about his nervous energy. He is a typical looking bodybuilder, probably just getting off a cutting cycle. There is no hair on him that the Brit can see, since the man is wearing a loose button-up shirt and board shorts. They sit down and eat some of the local cuisine and just talk about random stuff. It is nice for Achilles to just settle down a bit before he goes back to Taupo. Instead of waiting to go somewhere first, Achilles closes his eyes as the man is sitting there talking to him. 'Luke mate, I am picturing you right now growing and enjoying every moment of it.' Luke stares at him as his eyes widen and a smile appears on his face. He is starting to feel something happening to him as they sit there. The Aussie feels a sudden rush of adrenaline moving up his spine. Achilles envisions him with a body that rivals some of the biggest heavyweights in the world. Trying not to make a scene by creating too much noise, Luke quietly sits in his seat and grunts as his clothes are getting really tight. The sound of rippage starts to echo throughout the eatery. His expanding back shreds the entire back out of his shirt and keeps going. His arms sitting on the table blow up like cannons. Achilles feels the table starting to quake as Luke's legs bust out the seams on his shorts. His sandals fall apart as his feet continue growing. He can't move now as his massive chest lifts the bolted-down table from the floor. With his eyes now open, the Brit tries to get out of the way but isn’t fast enough. Luke has so much testosterone pumping through his body that he literally pulls the table out of the floor and throws it to the side. Achilles is lifted up by the hulking Aussie and his shirt is ripped completely off. Luke tries to suck on Achilles' nipples to make him submit so he can dominate. The two men have emptied the eatery and start horsing around with each other. Before the police get a chance to arrive, the two huge studs are hoping they won't get caught and have to pay for damages to the restaurant. The problem is Luke is so massive that he has nothing to wear. Achilles manages to find a towel in the eatery to put around Luke's waist until they can get some clothes for him. He manages to drive the brute back to his flat since he has a boyfriend already and tells him that they will continue this wild adventure when he has more time. Luke isn't that keen on Achilles answer, but will hold him to his promise. Achilles manages to find a taxi down the street from Luke’s flat and rides to the airport. After his journeys all over the world, the Brit arrives back in Taupo and is met by a local who takes him to his house that hasn't been touched in weeks. He goes inside to take a much needed shower, but not before he walks past a wall mirror and notices his reflection. He is amazed at how much bigger he is compared to when he left. He stands there and starts posing, checking out all the muscles staring back at him. He imagines himself growing beyond the walls of his house, becoming more than a man. He doesn't have to close his eyes this time because he can just focus his energy on his body through the mirror. In just a short amount of time, he can feel changes happening. He feels the stretching and popping coming from all over his body and it makes him roar with anticipation. He is nude now and the growth is making his skin feel like fabric. He is soaring past the 300 pound mark and it keeps going as his chest swells up, his legs push even further apart, his arms grow thicker, and his height increases. His immense size starts to make the foundation of the house react and huge cracks start appearing down the walls. He is now living out his ultimate fantasy and never wants it to stop. This might be the end of the story, but then again it might not be. Who knows how far Achilles will go with his imagination. Check out other stories with this character here: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3910-the-other-side-of-the-species/(mentioned, but not a main character) http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2250-achilles-does-a-body-good/(supporting character)

Darren is a veteran of the Evolution Forum and a regular poster. He enjoys it when other members post pics and videos of their favorite bodybuilders and athletes. After being a wallflower for quite some time, he decided to post pictures of himself. A handful of guys posted comments on his thread and praised him for his accomplishments. After a couple of days, the thread blows up and he begins to realize that he is quite popular because of the way he looks. Two guys are so smitten with him that they send him PMs on the site. One of them, Allan, has a secret that he wants to reveal to him in person. Darren is quite apprehensive because he doesn't really know the guy very well. Allan is fairly new to the forum and hasn't participated all that much. The other guy, Kory, is a buddy of his that is really taken aback by his body lately and really wants to meet him in person. Darren tells him about Allan and thinks it would be fun to meet this guy at the same time because of the secret he wants to reveal. Kory eventually comes around to Darren’s suggestion and they set up a date to meet him. Dar has seen pictures of Kory before from Yahoo and is remarkably surprised by how sexy he is when they meet. Their eyes meet and they both kiss very passionately. Both receive texts in the middle of their meet and greet from Allan and meet at the local hotel. When they find his room, he opens the door and reveals that he is a massive bodybuilder with a really hairy body and a well-kempt face. He invites both of them in and begins to study each and every part of their bodies. He senses their attraction to each other and wants both of them to just relax and 'get into the moment'. They both begin kissing again and feel like the air around them is actually getting tighter. They feel compelled to take their clothes off and continue to make love. Allan takes his pants off and sits back in a chair as he concentrates on the two men. Darren is so into Kory that he doesn't even notice that his cock has actually lengthened by an inch. Kory's cock has also lengthened an inch and is wrestling with his friend’s cock. With Allan looking on in his chair, he manages to extend Darren and Kory's cocks by one inch. The air around them is beginning to change their hormonal levels to the point that their bodies are beginning to expand. As Darren thrusts his huge cock into his buddy, his ass flairs outward and his legs begin to swell up to the point that he can actually hear the bed starting to creak. Kory's body is also beginning to change as his ass expands along with his asshole. His abs pushes upward and forces his legs outward due to his new size. Darren’s chest swells up to the point that he loses sight of his buddy. Kory also swells up huge breaking the entire bed in the process. Allan is swelling himself as his clothes start shredding and his chair breaks. The growth doesn't stop either as all three of them grow beyond human proportions. As Darren cums inside Kory, Allan walks over to both of them and adds his cum to the sexcapade by spreading it on the other two growing giants. The growth continues to accelerate as the three men defy logic with their growth cycles. Despite Allan's best efforts to advance his own agenda, Darren and Kory successfully decide to restrain him and control his own growth. With this extreme cycle continuing, they decide to rebel and steal away his powers. They have figured out that his cum contains enough fuel to make them both grow exponentially. When he cums however, his power is minimal and he can't grow anymore. With both of them stronger than him, he cannot escape either of their grasps. Darren manages to tie him up several times with the sheets and bed covers from the broken bed as he lies on the floor. They both start working his cock and turning him on against his will. They have to be careful to only arouse him in spurts as he will grow if they do it for too long. While Darren strokes the base of his cock, Kory is stroking the head and working up a good rhythm too. Allan begins oozing precum which slides down his shaft and coats both giant’s hands. While the man's precum isn't extremely potent, it does have an importance. They both feel sensations moving up their bodies that eventually end up in both of their cocks. Their massive members are growing even bigger as Darren watches his cock lengthen as it snakes its way towards Allan's mouth. Unfortunately Kory's is doing the same thing. This puts a smile on Allan’s face as he takes both cocks into his mouth, slurping away at the juices flowing inside his mouth and down his body. Despite the fact that this is exactly what the tied up man wants, they both can't help but to enjoy the sensation coming from his insatiable sucking. The precum gets thicker and changes to a very smooth honey texture that the man laps up like it is the last meal he will ever have. Darren and Kory are feeling unbelievably great and can feel their bodies slowing growing again. Allan will get his revenge on them though as the two giant’s precum begins to change its texture to pure sweet and sticky cum making this man grow into something else. The two giant’s inch closer to the ceiling as the other man continues to drink up their cum loads. He laughs at both of them as he explodes in imaginable growth. His arms and legs that are bound are unleashing their fury on the knots and sheets holding him in place. Darren and Kory turn to look at him and notice his legs tatter the knots and his forearms expanding to the point that the veins begin to look like garden hoses. He destroys the sheets in a matter of seconds. He grows so fast that the hotel room may not exist once he stops growing. The giants are so shocked that it is pretty much too late to run. They do manage to get out of the room in time before it implodes under his size. They are fairly big themselves but they still resemble humans. Allan must be about 15’tall now and appears to have a vendetta for both men. Both of the smaller giants stand outside the crumbling hotel in awe of what this gargantuan monster has just achieved. He must weigh nearly a ton and his tool dangles dangerously close to both of their heads. The two of them combined probably top about 800 pounds. After they look at each other for a few seconds, they figure out that perhaps if he drips precum on top of them, they both might be able to drain his energy somehow and even grow bigger themselves. They both rub his insanely large balls and manage to get their hands around his shaft to rubbing very rapidly. Allan’s moans shake the ground and start shattering glass in the buildings around them. When they feel him starting to tense up, he attempts to crush them knowing what they are up to. Kory barely avoids the monster’s feet and feels a mist coming from his giant cock head. Darren watches as his buddy starts growing again adding an additional 100 pounds to his frame. He is clearly much stronger now and strokes even harder and faster. Again, the monster tries to crush both of them, but is unsuccessful. They both begin to notice that he is slowly starting to shrink as he appears to erupt any second now. Darren starts to see a white ocean flowing out of his cock head as Kory keeps stroking. They both dive straight into the huge white river as it continues to flow freely. It isn't long before the entire planet begins to tremble as the two smaller giants begin their otherworldly growth cycles. They both roar with excitement as their strength and power explodes. They absorb all of Allan’s cum as their muscles grow beyond the limits of humanity. The other monster can't help but to watch in disgust as the two behemoths soar into the sky and squash him like a bug with their immense feet. They both no longer function as humans as their humanistic traits disappear. The only thing they can do now is have sex with each other and destroy everything in their sights. Eating each other’s cum will have no effect anymore as they grow to their biggest potential. Growing bigger would most likely suffocate both of them to death since there is no more air beyond the clouds. The real question now is what will happen to the two of them since they are now the biggest creatures on the planet?

Edit - Just a warning that this story contains violence, snuff and gore. You have been warned The man was standing with his girlfriend so he clearly wasn’t gay, but it made little difference to me. I wanted him so I would have him and neither his girlfriend nor his sexuality would offer any impediment. I waited till he looked my way once again and then I caught him in my gaze, my beautiful brown eyes boring into his, holding him captive. I walked towards him, keeping my eyes focused on his as I did. “Hi”, I said holding out my hand, “I’m Michael”. I took a deep breath, pushing out my rock hard pecs and tightening my washboard abs, the sight of my perfectly sculpted, muscular body caused him to stammer as he reached for my outstretched hand. “H…hi”, he said, I’m Frank”. I gripped his hand tightly causing him to wince in discomfort. I was using only a fraction of my power and he could tell immediately that my strength was so much greater than his own, as he registered my subtle display of dominance. I turned to the woman next to him and flashed her a dazzling smile, watching as she tried to fight back the lustful feelings my remarkable body was engendering within her. “Are you his girlfriend?” I asked bluntly, although it was clear that they were a couple. She hesitated, taking in the dense musculature of my torso before lowering her gaze to the large, obvious bulge in the tiny trunks I was wearing. If the poor sap hadn’t been standing right next to her she would have denied it, hoping that her availability would give her more of a chance with me, but she eventually nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Yes”, she whispered her voice full of regret. “Not any more”, I said, and her face lit up only to turn to shock as I finished. “Frank’s my girlfriend now”. I turned back, an evil grin on my face. “Isn’t that right little man.” “B..but”, he stammered, “I…I’m not gay”, “You’re dick’s been rock hard since I walked through that door”, I growled, “so don’t give me that shit. You want me more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your miserable little life, don’t you. Look at me, look at my muscles, feel my power, my strength. I’m everything you’ve ever dreamed of being. You want to kneel at my feet and worship me with every fibre of your being, don’t you?” It was too much for the man, for any man, my presence was simply to strong, my body to incredible, my dominance to absolute. He was inferior to me in every way and he knew it. He nodded his head. “Yes”, he said eventually, no longer able to resist the inevitable. “Then drop to your knees and worship me”, I said. Without another word he fell to his knees, he reached out and began to rub his hands over the vast expanse of my muscle packed thighs. “My God”, he gasped “you’re muscles are like steel” “Kiss them weakling”, worship my body with your lips, your tongue. His ministrations soon had my dick hardening, and it began to push obscenely against my trunks as it grew. “Remove my trunks”, I commanded and he immediately began to peel them off me, freeing my spectacular cock and balls. His girlfriend almost fainted as she watched my dick expand to its full length of sixteen inches. Frank could only stare in awe. He would never have believed that any man’s dick could be so long, so wide, so incredibly hard. He looked down at his own erect dick tenting the front of his shorts, harder than it had ever been and oozing precum, yet its eight inches was insignificant next to my supreme appendage. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, forcing my dick into his mouth. “Suck it”, I commanded, and again he obeyed instantly, cowed into subservience by his now obvious inferiority. The girl watched her straight boyfriend kneel at my feet and suck hungrily on my monster shaft with a mixture of disgust and arousal. She was a beautiful woman with an impressive body and was used to being the centre of male attention, but now she was entirely superfluous. I turned to her, a look of contempt on my face. “You can go now”, I sneered, “I have no use for you”. Without another word I turned back to my new slave. I had already forgotten her and she knew it. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain of my rejection and the betrayal of her boyfriend. She had met me only moments ago, but my body was so perfect my eroticism so all-consuming that I knew my rejection hurt her far more than the loss of her boyfriend. “Frank”, she whimpered, but he completely ignored her. He was in a sexual stupor, completely unaware of anything but my absolute perfection. She called his name one more time before realising that he was lost to her and then she fled. Franks hands roamed up and down my thighs and over my hard muscular ass. His fingers slipped into the crack as he cupped my buttocks and with a cruel sneer I flexed my glutes trapping them in place. He attempted to pull them free but the strength of my glutes was more than a match for his arms. I continued to squeeze, crushing the digits between the hard slabs of my sculpted ass cheeks. His eyes widened in pain as he felt the bones of his fingers grind together but he was unable to scream as my cock effectively gagged him. I increased my thrusting, enjoying his discomfort as I raped his mouth and moments later I exploded in a powerful orgasm, pumping streams of thick hot cum down his throat. He began to gag and I released the vice like grip on his fingers and pushed him away, covering his face with juice from my still pumping cock as he fell to the ground coughing and spluttering. The taste and scent of my cum drove his lust to previously unimagined levels and i watched as his cock twitched involuntary as he released his own load without any physical stimulation. "Is that it", i sneered, "Is that all the sperm your pathetic balls can generate?" Frank had never had such a powerful orgasm, and by the standards of any other man it would have been an impressive amount, but then I'm not any other man. He looked at the wet stain on his shorts and realised that it was a miniscule quantity compared to my prodigious release. I stood over his prone body, droplets of cum dripping onto his stomach from my now limp cock. I raised my arms and flexed in a double bicep pose, causing him to groan in ecstasy as he watched my biceps expand and harden into two balls of unimaginable strength. I began to flex my legs, causing the muscles to swell and recede in a symphony of power. Within seconds my muscle display brought his dick back to life and i reached down and tore his shorts from him as if they were no more substantial than wet tissue paper. I resumed my display, flexing my legs, my abs, my chest, forcing him deeper under my spell with the hypnotic demonstration of my power and control. He lay beneath me moaning softly, so completely in my thrall that he was unable to speak. “From now on you will address me as Master, do you understand?” He nodded at my command his eyes were glazed and a thin trail of drool ran down his chin. "Hey, what the hell's going on here", a voice called out behind me. I continued the erosion of Frank’s free will with my muscle display; my only response was to flex my glutes and back, giving the interloper behind me their own muscle show. The voice walked towards me, "I said what's goi....". As soon as he drew level with me i reached out with one hand and grabbed him by the throat, lifting his entire body off the ground with ease. I turned and locked eyes with the suicidal non entity that had dared to disturb me. It was the receptionist, a skinny teenager that had just recently started the late shift. His six foot, hundred and thirty pound frame looked truly pitiful next to my own, as he hung suspended in mid-air gasping for breath. "You dare to interrupt me, you puny worm", i hissed, tightening my grip on his throat, completing blocking his airway. Within seconds his eyes rolled back, his body went limp and i let him fall to the ground. "Oh shit", Frank said, finally finding his voice. "Is he dead?" "Not yet", i grinned. "Take his clothes off, while i make sure no-one else dares to disturb me". Frank looked as if he was about to question me, until i narrowed my eyes at him. He immediately crawled over to the unconscious body and began to unfasten the boys belt, his dissent completely crushed by my gaze. I walked through the reception and locked the door, it was unlikely anyone would come in now but i wanted to make sure. When i got back Frank had stripped the boy and he was beginning to come round. I stood before him, hands on my hips, my strong, muscular body radiating power and authority. Slowly he stood up and looked at me, trembling in fear. "Please", he begged "Please don't hurt me". He was clearly terrified but my mere presence controlled his body more than his feeble mind could, and i smiled as his cock rose in obeisance to me. "Is that the best you can do?" i asked staring at his now rock hard cock which was barely six inches. "I...I'm sorry", he stammered, "this is as big and as hard as it's ever been". "And yet even limp my shaft dwarfs your pitiful erection", i said, walking towards him and grabbing him under the arms. I lifted him into the air and pinned him against the wall, stepping forward so that he was held in place by my vastly superior body. Anyone standing behind me wouldn't have even known that i held another person pinned to the wall as he was completely eclipsed by my muscular bulk. I took a breath, expanding my pecs and forcing them into his own inferior chest. I could feel his ribs bending against my abs and his sternum make a creaking noise as the thick slabs of my chest muscles crushed against it. I gave the slightest flex of my pecs and he groaned in pain as the pressure increased. No words were needed, he knew i could kill him in the most brutal way with nothing more than the slightest twitch of my mighty pecs. "Please", he whimpered fearfully, although his dick was still rock hard against my abs. I looked down at him my gaze boring through his very soul. I saw his fear and arousal, the only two emotions left to him as i dominated his mind, his spirit bending to my implacable will as easily as his body had bent to my unyielding muscles. I lowered my head and kissed him, my full, pouting lips engulfing his own. I felt his body relax as his fear yielded to his arousal and within moments i felt him tremble as he came all over my stomach. I broke off the kiss and looked at him. The look in his eyes was of absolute adoration. "Did you enjoy that?" i asked softly. He could only nod, to spent from the immense pleasure of the orgasm to speak. "Good", i growled, because now it's my turn. I stepped back and turned him round so that he now faced the wall, handling him as easily as a normal man would handle a doll. I turned to Frank who was watching in an almost trance like state. "Kneel behind me and worship my legs and ass with your lips", i commanded, “i expect to feel them on every inch of skin". I stepped forward again, once more trapping the teenager against the wall. "Please don't" he pleaded, as he felt the tip of my erection against his ass, but it was time to take my pleasure now, so i ignored his pleas and began to push my massive shaft into him. He screamed in pain as i forced my way inside him, slowly stretching his virgin ass to breaking point and then beyond. I clamped a hand around his mouth to stifle his screams, all the better to hear Franks groans of pleasure as he licked and kissed his way up my bulging, muscular calves to my oak like thighs. I noticed that he kept his fingers away from my ass crack, after the last time, but he was diligently covering every inch of my muscle packed legs and glutes with his tongue. I began to pump harder, each thrust driving my immense cock slightly further into the violated teenager’s ass. I also felt a warm spray against the back of my thighs as Frank lost control, and started to cum. Ironically the more damage i did to the teenager the more the blood lubricated the passage, easing his pain a little. The slight reprieve didn't last long of course. A few savage thrusts and i felt his ribs begin to snap as his lower body was crushed against the wall. A few more and my cock was buried deep inside him, destroying everything in its path, his frail body unable to withstand the its sheer size and power. I felt a familiar churning in my balls as my nut sac tightened, and i flexed my pecs, crushing the boy against the wall so tightly that his entire sternum shattered, his body flattening to a fraction of its thickness between the hard concrete wall and the even harder muscles of my body. At that moment i gave a roar of pleasure as i emptied my seed into the now mutilated corpse, my thick creamy sperm mingling with the blood and gore that leaked from his body. I felt another hot spray, over my ass this time as Frank once again succumbed to my immense sexuality, and i was impressed with his ability to keep cuming so often. "Enough", i said to Frank, stepping back from the wall and peeling the remains of the boy from my dick, dropping the shattered almost unrecognisable ruins to the ground. "Go find a mop and bucket, and clean this place up", i ordered, "while i dispose of this". I found a large canvas bag, which was just a little too short to fit the body in, but i soon remedied that by folding him in half, snapping his spine as easily as a dry twig. I also grabbed a couple of fifty pound plates and dropped them into the bag. "Do you have a car here?" i asked Frank when he returned with a mop and bucket. "Yes, it's parked right outside". "Give me the keys", i commanded. He picked up the shorts I had torn apart earlier, found the keys and handed them to me. I hefted the large bag onto my shoulder barely noticing the weight and went out to the car. I noticed there were no other cars parked nearby which meant that the receptionist didn't have one which was good. I dumped the bag in the boot of Frank’s car and headed back inside. It was only then that i realised i had gone out completely naked, covered in blood and cum, luckily no-one had been around. While Frank cleaned up the mess I had made in the gym I took a long hot shower, cleaning the blood and cum from my spectacular body. Once finished a pulled on a pair of black leggings that were stretched so tightly over my bulging musculature that they were practically see through. I often wear leggings in public, I love the way the skin tight material clings to my swollen muscles, hiding nothing of their power and beauty. I usually wear a pair of trunks under them to cover my manhood as the leggings are stretched to transparency, but it was late and I didn’t expect anybody to be around, so I didn’t bother. I covered my upper body with a white compression shirt, my abs, pecs and nipples clearly displayed through the material. I admired myself in the mirror for a few moments, flexing various muscles, threatening to rip my outfit apart with their size. I admired my long thick cock, covered by the leggings, but clearly visible through the material, and then headed back to the gym. Frank had finished cleaning up the mess and had returned the mop and bucket wherever he had found them. I had ordered him to get dressed once he finished and now he stood awaiting my return in a t-shirt and jeans. “Let’s go” I commanded, smirking as I saw his dick press against the material of his jeans at the sight of me. I locked the door of the gym as we left with a set off keys I had found on the reception desk and climbed into the passenger seat of Frank’s car. “Where are we going master?” he asked as he started the car. “The docks”, I said, “just drive, I will direct you”. Ten minutes later we parked outside the gate of the deep-water dock. The gate was secured with a thick chain and a large padlock, but it wasn’t thick enough to prevent my entry, or even test my muscles. “Wait here”, I said getting out of the car and walking to the gate. I grabbed the chain with both hands and began to pull, my biceps bulged, and there was a few moments of resistance before the steel links succumbed to my strength and snapped apart. I dropped the heavy chain to the ground and pushed open the gates, waving Frank through. I climbed back into the car and we drove to the edge of the dock, where I proceeded to remove the bag from the boot and drop it into the deep water. The weights I had added ensured that the bag and its contents immediately sunk to the bottom. I climbed back into the car and Frank had just turned around about to head back through the gates when a police car came driving in. “Shit”, I thought as they flashed us down. They had obviously seen the opened gate on their way past and decided to investigate. I briefly toyed with the idea of killing them; even armed they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, but I knew they would have already radioed back to the station with the car details and license plate. I would have to take an alternative approach, but it would be no less enjoyable. “Stay here”, I commanded Frank and quickly climbed out of the car. I flexed my upper body to the max as I walked towards their now stationary vehicle. My biceps shredded the already overstretched sleeves, my shoulders split through the top of the compression shirt, as rips appeared down the sides and front from my rapidly spreading lats and expanding pecs. The shirt was hanging in tatters from my spectacularly pumped upper body and I simply tore the remains of it from me. The two cops got out of their car and approached me warily, hands on the butt of their pistols. “What’s up officers?” I asked innocently, watching their eyes rove all over my body, trying to take in its absolute perfection. “Jesus Christ”, the older of the two men exclaimed, “you’re fucking huge. Jesus Jack, he’s bigger than you”, he said to his partner, who was obviously no stranger to the gym. “What are you doing here?” the buff cop asked. “I had some rubbish to dump, thought it would be easiest just to dump it in the dock. I know it’s illegal but just saves me the hassle of driving all the way to the dump”. I fixed my gaze on the older cop as I spoke, subtly flexing the muscles in my legs. I could sense he was the weaker of the two, mentally as well as physically. I noticed his eyes glaze over as he stared transfixed at the hypnotic display of pulsing muscle before him. “You cut the chain?” the other cop continued. “Yea, sorry about that”, I replied. “Must have been some heavy duty cutters you used”. “I didn’t use cutters”, I replied. He looked at me quizzically and I raised my arms into a double bicep pose. “I used these”, I continued. “No way” he said, gulping audibly, “that’s not possible”. “Look at me” I smiled, flexing harder, turning my body into a wall of living steel. “Look at my muscles, their size, their hardness. Do you think there is anything my body cannot do?” “I…I..”, he stammered, barely able to think in the face of such extreme strength and power, knowing that no matter how many hours he spent in the gym he could never come close to my size, my density. I turned back to the older cop, who was visibly trembling with desire. “Go to your car and radio the station back. Tell them you have checked me out and everything’s fine, nothing to report.” Without a word the cop turned back to his car to carry out my commands. The bigger cop may not have been as deeply under my spell as his partner, but he was too far gone to question the fact that I was now the one giving orders. I stepped towards the other cop and flexed my bicep in his face. “Feel it”, I ordered. He wrapped his fingers around the rock hard ball of muscle and began to squeeze. I could tell he was putting everything he had into it in an attempt to reclaim some of his masculinity, but he couldn’t make the slightest dent. “My God”, he gasped, “it’s like warm steel”. “Flex”, I commanded him. His body responded before his brain had even registered the command and he raised his arm and flexed it in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around the hard mound and began to squeeze. Almost immediately he gasped in pain as my strong fingers effortlessly overpowered his muscle, crushing into it with childish ease. “Please stop”, he gasped, “Please, you’re hurting me”. “Do I look like I am even trying?” I asked him. “No”, he cried out,” aahh….please…..no more”. “Do you understand just how inferior your body is to mine I asked”. “Yes”, he gasped, “you’re so strong, so unimaginably strong”. I released the man’s arm and turned to his partner who had just come back. “Well?” I asked. “It’s done”, he replied, “I told them we had sent you on your way and we were resuming our patrol”. “Good”, I responded, “now strip”. Both men immediately began to remove their clothes and in less than a minute they were standing naked before me, their dicks erect. “Kneel”, I commanded. Again both men obeyed me without hesitation dropping to their knees before me. My domination of their puny bodies and feeble minds was turning me on and my dick began to stiffen. I placed my hands on my hips and flared my lats, causing both men to moan with desire as they bathed in the glow of my magnificence. With my hands holding the waist band of my leggings in place, my dick began to press insistently against the black material until it simply tore through it with a loud ripping. The sight of my huge, powerful dick bursting through its nylon prison was all it took to crush the any last vestige of the men’s free will. Unable to control himself the smaller of the two reached out and began to stroke my calves, gasping with pleasure as he felt the hard nylon sheathed muscle beneath his fingers. “Did I give you permission to touch me weakling” I roared. The anger in my voice caused him to instantly pull his hand away, but my reflexes were so much faster. I took hold of his wrist and squeezed it painfully. “Aarrgg”, he cried out in pain “Please, i…I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you…you’re just so strong, so powerful, so…so irresistible. “You need to learn your place little man”, I said, “you are nothing in my presence, do you understand?” “Yes”, he groaned. I turned to his partner, savouring the fear in his eyes, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. He nodded his head, confirming that he knew his place. “I am your Master”, I continued, “and you exist only to serve me, you have no will but mine, no desires but mine. You are nothing more than an extension of my consciousness, and as such you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand your place now?” Both men nodded, “Yes Master”, they said in unison. My huge, beautiful cock was bobbing inches from their faces, the head glistening with precum, and both men stared at it as though in a trance. “Have you ever seen such a large, powerful cock before?” I asked them. The older of the two could only shake his head, unable to speak as my presence overwhelmed his puny mind. “No”, his partner whispered, “it’s incredible”. “You want to worship it don’t you?” I asked. “To pay homage to my incomparable masculinity with your lips. You want to taste my seed, my divine nectar, isn’t that right?” Both men again nodded their assent, groaning in pleasure at the thought of being given such an honour. I released the older cops wrist and began to stroke my member, looking down at the two men. “But I do not deem you worthy of such an honour”, I sneered. I watched impassively as whatever remained of their spirits shattered as I refused them the only thing they now desired. “Please”, the younger of the two men begged, while his partner groaned in despair. “You dare to question me?” I asked threateningly. “No Master”, he whimpered. I was still stroking myself and I could feel my orgasm build. “Despite your insolence and inferiority I will allow you to taste of my magnificence”, I said as I began to cum, spurting thick gobs of creamy sperm over the two men, coating their faces with my virulent seed. The two thralls unconsciously began to lick their lips, tasting my seed, the smell and taste of my powerful ejaculate causing them to respond in kind, coating my lower legs with their own inferior release. I looked down at the creamy goo that now covered my magnificent calves with disdain. “Lick me clean”, I commanded, and both men immediately leant forward and began lapping at my calves, their spent dicks hardening again as the feel of my powerful muscles against their lips enflamed their arousal. I stood before these insignificant whelps like the dominant God I was for a few moments as they greedily swallowed their own cum. “Enough”, I commanded, once they had cleaned off their mess and they immediately pulled away, their bodies instantly responding to my command. They looked up at me, fear, desire, and adoration in their eyes. They would do whatever I asked of them, without question or hesitation. They belonged to me now, their devotion to their Master absolute. “I am finished with you now”, I said, “You may resume your work”. With that I walked back to the car and climbed in. “Let’s go”, I said and Frank immediately drove off leaving the two policemen still kneeling on the ground, covered in my cum. Free from my presence the two men would begin to regain control of their senses. They would get dressed and resume their patrol, but they would never mention what had just happened to anyone. They wouldn’t even discuss it between themselves, shame and confusion over what had happened would make sure of that. Although a degree of self-control would return to them, their lives would be irrevocably altered. Sexual arousal would be impossible unless they were thinking of me, but they would think of me often. I would haunt their dreams, they would wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat their pathetic dicks twitching as they involuntary orgasmed. Forced to live with the knowledge of just how truly inferior they were they would grow increasingly depressed, unable to take pleasure from anyone or anything, the memory of tonight the only thing that would bring them any respite from their despair. Eventually the thought of living like this, in misery and without my presence to console them would prove too much and they would take their own lives. If they were particularly strong willed their will to live might prevail but they would be a shadow of their former selves, barely capable of functioning as a useful member of society, rendered clinically insane. I gave Frank directions and ten minutes later we pulled up outside my house, on the outskirts of the city. “Take out your dick”, I ordered. Frank immediately complied, and pulled out his throbbing erection, which was dripping with precum. I turned his head so that he was facing me and leant forward. “You have done well tonight little man”. Before he could respond I pressed my lips to his, I felt his body immediately relax as he surrendered to my kiss. For several minutes I kissed him, expertly probing his mouth with my tongue. After thirty seconds I felt his body tense as he ejaculated all over steering wheel, but the overwhelming eroticism of my kiss kept him hard and he came two more times before I released his lips. “Will I see you again Master?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes pleading with me to say yes. “If I wish it”, I replied, “Now go home and dream of me slave”. “Yes Master”, he said as I climbed out of the car. By [email protected]

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 6 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Morning. Devon reached that part of waking up where one still has their eyes closed but can hear and feel everything around him and mentally see all that should be there. Holding his breath he kept his eyes shut for fear that again when he opened them, his visitor from last night would not be there. But he knew the visitor remained. He could tell via his senses he was. He was lower from up off the floor than what he should be, so it meant his bed was indeed still broken. The mattess he was lying upon had a definite slant to it because of the sheer size and weight of the visitor sleeping beside him. He had no fear of rolling off the tilted mattress for he was leaning against the visitor and the visitor felt like a wall of the house. Opening his eyes, Devon still nearly let out a yelp of awe and wonder, as well as nearly cumming on the spot, for there was the fey...the fairy man, now man, now hulking man, lying right there beside him in all his glory. Glancing at one arm that lay across him, he saw how the forearm ocassionally bunch and twitch with huge bulbous muscles as the man moved every so slightly due to dreams. The muscle fibers twitching and bunching, causing the rivers of vessels to writhe and move, dance as if they were alive like slithering snakes. Devon's eyes followed this tube up up up as they travelled over the forearm and up over the biceps. Devon couldn't believe the size of that bicep. So full, so round, so peaked and swollen, it did indeed rise like Mount Everest in his vision. He was sure it was bigger than his head, come to think of it, it might be bigger than most men's heads, including his ex-lover Dafydd who stood seven and half feet tall! Devon's eyes then shifted to the chest and abs he was cuddling next to, their rise and fall, crevices and valleys. Devon reached over and placed a hand upon the pulsing, plumped pectorals of this giant man. Running his hand over the broad shelf and through the thick hair, Devon wondered and worried if he might not lose his hand in the great valley that existed between the two plates of mighty muscle. If the man twitched and twitched to quickly, Devon's hand, no his whole arm might get crushed and broken between the gargantuan granite slabs of strength. Looking past the chest and down to the man's abdominal muscles, despite the thick and feather hair covering them, Devon could see each and every single brick of the man's obliques and abs. The bulge of each brick, the definition of each crevice between. Letting his hand glide down, it truely felt like he was running it across a section of cobblestone road that had nice soft grass growing between the bricks. Devon smiled thinking of how he once descibed Parker's abs and small love trail, when he didn't shave his body hair, as, "Pecker Lane" sung to the tune of the Beetles, "Penny Lane." But this man's lane was better. In fact Devon sat wondering. He saw forms of all his past lovers enter the fey's body, but he seemed a bit bigger, better, larger developed than what they had. It's as if the combination of all of them coming together: the hyper muscularity, hyper height, hyper bone density, hyper penis and testicle size, and hyper hairiness, somehow influenced one another, increasing their already maximum potential. "Bloody hell," thought Devon, "How in the world are we going to explain this man? If he's taller than Dafydd and bigger built than Parker, he's going to be to huge to miss. He won't blend into any kind of crowd what-so-ever." "Hmmmmmmmmm" A slight pleasurable moan escaped the man's lips. Devon had been absentmindedly continuing his rubbing and stroking of the man's great pectorals and abs, and this in turn, especially since it was early morning, was now causing a growing problem. The great tube of meat that hung between the man's legs began to lurch and swell, reach and thicken, increase berth and girth becoming almost ridiculously huge. "Oh...oooohh hmmmmm" Devon backed up off the bed, as the man was beginning to wake up. His moans of pleasure began to turn into cries of dispair as his hands grabbed the mighty thing rising between his legs and he looked down upon its presence. "Ah! Ahhhh! What is happening? What is this?" Devon almost couldn't respond. So long and thick this man's prick was rising in its erection. He was certain he out did the length and girth of Cristobàl's cock by a bit. The man's cries however snapped Devon to attention and he hurriedly albeit calmly tried to calm the behemoth down. "It's... it's ok... it's alright. It's a natural thing..." "This is natural? I'm becoming stiff in my... my... what is this? Is this an odd third leg?!" Devon nearly laughed as compared to most men, the size of this man's schlong could definitely be comparable to having a third leg. "No... that is your penis." The man having stood up, tried to back up as if he could detach himself from the penis and leave it behind. Standing so tall that his head touched the ceiling, Devon had to call out to the man to stop and stand still, for he was heading for the center of the room which meant his head would crash into the ceiling fan and light. Devon was pretty sure, given the thickness and solidness of the man's neck, his neck wouldn't give and the ceiling fan blades would and be destroyed. "Calm down... first know that I am you friend. You've appeared in my apartment, my home, and I will do what I can to take care of you. Second, that is your penis. It isn't another leg. It is part of the male reproductive organs. With most men, they usually experience what we call an erection early in hours of the morning." "And what does this erection do? Can I get rid of it?" "The erection is a show of a state of sexual arousal. It is the condition we acheive before we become so aroused we...uhm...ejaculate....or er.....shoot...shoot off our semen or sperm, that which would cause a pregnancy if coupled with a woman and her sexual organs. And you can get rid of that condition either by stroking your penis until such time as you shoot, or by not thinking about it. It will go away." "So it is not permenant?" "No, it is not a permenant condition, but it is a natural process of our bodies so it isn't anything to worry about." "Why.... why is mine so large? Yours doesn't seem to stick out as far from your body as mine does on mine." Devon now blushed realizing he had absent mindedly peeled his clothing off when asleep last night. "Well... some men are built differently than others. Some men are taller, some are broader, some very thin, while others are very thick, and some have a very large penis while others have...have a small one." "You look...very small to me... in every way... am I man of great size and stature?" "You... you are a man of exceedingly great size and stature. But look, uhmm first... let's just calm down and see if can figure out what is going on... you've come into my apartment, but I don't know you. You seem to posses magical qualities when men do not have. So, if you can, why don't you sit down... NO! not... not in that... It's ok! It's alright, you've done nothing wrong, it's just that isn't a very sturdy chair and it may not support a man of your size. I don't want you to get hurt. Just come back over here, and sit down on the bed.... yes, there we go.... And let's start with something simple and basic. What is your name?" The man thought for a moment and then had an expression of fear wash over his face. "I don't think I can say. What time of day is it?" and he began to look around frantically. "It's morning. Just after sunrise." "Alright...I think I can say my name. It shall not cause any problems perhaps, all fey have gone to bed." "All fey have gone to bed?" "Yes...all of my sisters and brothers and cousins, I am of the fey. Modernly you call us fairies." "And you can't say your name if they are awake?" "No... it would draw them here and they would change me back and take me away back to the fairy circles and mounds." "And you don't want that?" "No! I... I don't want to be a fey. I am a prince you see....a child of Oberon, King of the Fairies. I want to live my life away from ruling the fairy kingdom. Away from doing things all magical and easily. I want to work, to craft, to build and invent things, like you humans do. Yes... yes... my mind is coming back to me. I was running away from some soldiers of the court a number of days ago. My father in a drunken stoopor had decided most of the children born before me were not worthy to take on the mantel of monarch to the fey. He proclaimed me to be next in line as heir. I didn't want this... I couldn't be human, but I could live a life I wanted, living in the company of gnomes. They like to build and craft and create and celebrate. It would be as close as I could have to making my wish come true. "But then I was out watching the sacred circle, one of the few tasks I did do as a member of the royal family, and that's when I saw you. I saw you...felt you... heard your calling, your longing, for a companion, and with that had a chance to make my dreams come true. But my father had found out about my living amongst the gnomes and wouldn't hear of it. He had sent the soldiers to come get me and drag me in front of a fey court to decide if I should be punished and then make sure I was restarted on education and training for my royal lineage. When I saw you and heard your wish, I knew I could possibly make it come true. I couldn't make another man fall in love with you. I couldn't create a man out of nothing to be your lover. But I could take your inner most desires and have that shape my body into it and become, at least physically, the man of your dreams. Even if it didn't work out for both of us, I could become human and fulfill my dream this way, even though I could not wish it for myself." "So your physical form is based upon my inner most desires?" "Yes, and....I must say..." and the man flexed his bicep and forearm. "You dream big." "Well, you apparently took the forms from my past lovers. They were all men of considerable size in one form or another. But, how will you be able to stay human?" "I must keep this form for a week and I must somehow, without magical means develope the trappings of a human being. Make proof that I am an existing human." "And if you don't have this within a week or are discovered before the week is up?" "Father will have found me by then and I shall be returned to my fey form and taken home." Devon did a quick walk around the apartment looking out along all the window sills and doorways. "We are in the heart of the city. If your family comes here looking for you, can they stay here during the day?" "No...they must return to their hill or set up one around here." "Alright, I don't see any...what we call fireflies or lightning bugs, so I don't think any of your kind are here around the apartment. Let's start with your name. Tell me what your name is and maybe from that we can come up with a human name to call you by. That will give you at least one human trapping as you say, yes?" The large man smiled brightly. "Yes. But what is yours? I can read your wishes, but not so much your mind." "Mine is Devon." "Well Devon, you are a good man indeed. I am glad I tried to help you out with your wish, if it doesn't turn out to work for you." Devon smiled at the behemoth. "Let's try and get you settled in as a human first... then we'll see how we do together. What is your fey name?" "It is Draig Coedwig." "Draig... draig....Welsh...Welsh language isn't it? That stands for dragon, I believe." "Dragon?" "Uhm....large serpant, snake, or lizard like creature that usually can breathe fire." "Yes! That is what Draig means." "Welsh is similar to Gaelic. That would be spelled D..r...a...i...g... but it's a hard sounding g, almost more like a 'k', similar to the Gaelic spelling of Patrick, P....a...d...r..a...i...g... So that would be similar to modern.... Drake. How about Drake as a first name. It's not too far off from pronounciation, but is spelled differently, but that way you won't have to adjust too much in to what you answer." "Drake sounds good, but might be too similar." "Well we can take care of that with your last name. You said your name was Draig Coedwig. What does Coedwig mean?" "It means a vast area of trees." "Like the woods?" "Larger." "A Forest?" "Yes... a deep Forest." "Then let us take that for your last name. How does Drake Forest sound to you?" And the large man smiled. "It sounds good... it doesn't seem to set off the fairy magic, so I guess it is different enough." "Ok... we have a name that's a start. We'll need to figure out your birthday, birth place, and then...figure out how to create a birth certificate for you. With that we can get you a driver's license and other items such as a job, bank account, that should get you sufficently trapped in the human world. But first...first we need to get you some clothes and that may take more time that a week." "More time than a week?" "Drake, you are a big man. In fact medically speaking they would classify you as a giant. They don't just make clothes in your size. They need to be custom ordered and made. In fact given both your height and your extreme muscular build, it will really take them a while to custom make your clothes, for your proportions just don't exist in the fashion world." "Why do you dream of a man with this size and build if he is so hard to care for?" "It's not that I really dream about him, it more of what you call a fantasy. The people you developed this build off of were five different men. Not one of them contained all of the attributes you do, and even then you somehow enhanced them slightly larger and bigger than what they have. It won't be impossible for you to live in our world as is, but it will be a bit difficult. As much as I'd love to have my fantasy come to life, it could put your dream in jeopardy. Can you make yourself smaller?" "Alas...I can not. I could only use the plans, the deisres, in your heart to alter the human part of me." "Well then, I better get the sewing kit and measure you so we know big to order things...." And with that Devon backed Drake against the wall and began to measure him.... Height - 8 feet tall. Neck: 31 and one quarter inches Shoulder Circumfrence: 133 inches Chest: 119 and one quarter inches Upper Arm: 41 inches Lower Arm: 34 inches Abs: 49 inches Waist: 43 and half inches Thigh: 48 inches Calve: 37 inches Foot & Shoe size: 19 inches long for size US men's 35, or 34 in the UK, and at almost seven and three quarters inches wide, the shoes would aslo be a triple E. Not sure where on earth he could take Drake to get weighed, he called up several macros fetish and medical sites on the internet to use the measurements he'd just taken to get an estimate on weight. The result was that Drake was around 945 pounds or 67.5 stone. Devon sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "You have grown into one of the biggest men on the planet, in the whole history of humanity. It is going to take a while for those clothes to be made. I'm sorry, Drake. Not much we can do until they arrive." "Well I may as well enjoy the week I have then, if we can not get me my trappings. Tell me, more of how you take care of the penis. While you were looking into that magical box, I was trying to forget it by practicing walking around, but my legs are so big I must walk funny by kicking my legs sideways, yet even doing that, they are so big they are pushing this little sack up forward and out and they rub it greatly which is causing me many good feelings. Feelings which cause my penis to stiffen and harden again." Devon turned to find that Drake was indeed hard again, and it could not help but be noticed. Giving in to temptation, Devon grabbed the tape measure and ran it along the top of Drake's massive rod from base to tip of head. ... .... ..... It was a massive twenty-two inches long and as thick as most average men's arms were. "Are human females invisible?" "No, why?" "Well, I am dripping from out the end of my penis. They must be present doing something to accept my manly seed." "No...we can stimulate ourselves to the point of shooting, ejaculating, our sperm by ourselves. Not being used to it, the rubbing your thighs are doing against your balls must be making you very aroused. You should stroke your penis, in the bathroom, and once you release or shoot your sperm, your penis will calm down for a while." "Do you have problems with your thighs rubbing your...did you say balls, or are they testicles?" "Balls is a shorter slang word for testicles, and uhm, no... my thighs aren't thick enough to rub them." "Then there must be invisible females around, for you are leaking seeds too." Devon glanced down at his cock and looked back up embarassed at Drake. "You remember you hearing my wish... my wish that I wanted to find my man, the right man for me?" "Yes... well, some of us humans aren't like others. We are not sexually aroused by the opposite gender. I am like that. Females do not turn me on, men do. Large men do. Uhm...very large men do." "Ah, yes... there are many animals in nature that take on the same gender as a mate, it is quite natural as all others. So...am I a large man?" "No...." "Am I a very large man?" "No...." "Then what am I?" "You are an exceptionally large, giant of a man." "And do you like exceptionally large, giant of man?" "Uhmmm..." But Devon couldn't deny, for his cock rose up as high and as hard as it could right there in front of Drake. "Yes...." "Would you like to help me take care of my penis problem?" Devon didn't have to be asked twice. He latched onto this great fleshy bar and began to suck and lick at the head. Drake backed up feeling the sensation of Devon's sucking of mouth and flicking of tongue run up his freakish rod, across his balls, up his abs, into his chest, and into his bottom lip. Devon had fun some fun, at one point grabbing a hold of Drake's penis and nearly doing pull ups on it, flipping over and straddling it to see and feel what it felt like to have a third leg for a pecker, seeing how many fingers he could stick into the massive piss slit to rub the inside of the head and shaft, besides licking and sucking on the head as if it were some kind of giant gobstopper. It took much quicker time than Devon thought it would, but then again, Drake was not used to any kind of sexual activity, especially being given a blow job. Backing up until he hit a wall, Drake moaned and screamed, suddenly throwing his hands down and back at his sides. His open palms slammed against the wall, but his finger tips curled in as if to claw or grab, suddenly there was two holes in the wall and Drake stood there with plaster power in his hands. He was quivering and convulsing as Devon looked up to see him shoot a load above and over his head. Devon has released his mouth grip on Drake's prick to take in a gulp of air, when Drake released his load and came. The stream of spoo shot over Devon's head, through the air, across the bedroom and landed right upon the clothes Devon had worn last night. Suddenly there was a bit of a sparkling flash and there appeared a much larger mound of fabric than had been there before. Devon looked up at Drakes cock head and seeing nothing else came out, pondered this one shot wonder. Letting go of Drake's schlong, Devon walked over to the pile of clothes. Picking them up, he noticed they looked much more volumous than they had before, and there wasn't any scent or spot of cum upon them. He held up the shirt and noticed it was now several sizes to big for him. In fact it was now so large a six foot tall runway model could wear the thing and belt it as a dress. "I think the problem of your clothes, at least one pair of shirt and pants, is now solved, Drake."

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 4 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Having just been accosted by yet another dream, Devon sat down in a living room chair while a local Druid, James Whitehart began to pull all manner of things out of a small bag. He hung some bells from the ceiling, he placed a small post in the middle of the living room, he pulled the coffee table near that and placed upon it a chalice, a knife, and an incense burner from his bag. Using a string tied to the post he began to make a circle around the living room sprinkling salt behind him. Once the circle was made he pulled out a compass and made straight for the east placing a yellow candle and incense there. The he moved to the south, west, and north, placing there a red candle and votive candle, blue candle and a bowl of water, and a green candle and a large quartz crystal respectively. Once that was done he proceed to pull out a bottle of wine and pour some into the chalice and sat before the coffee table, now serving as a make shift altar. He held the goblet aloft. "We all come from the Goddess...and to her we shall return....like a drop of rain...flowing to the ocean..." He repeated this chant several times as if singing a round. He then held up the knife and began to chant again. "Holly and Oak...Holly and Oak. Your seasonal powers we now envoke. Life and Death. Life and Death. Lend us your wisdom, upon our breath." He then dipped the knife into the chalice and performed more parts of ritual, including slicing a line through the air in the East. He then grabbed the bells and proceeded to ring them loudly throughout every corner of the house, opening every cabinet and closet door there was, eventually walking back into the living room, opening the front door, shaking the bells through the door and then shutting in once again. That done he stepped back into the circle from the east and reached into his bag and pulled out a set of wooden sticks which were covered in odd slash marks. Pulling out a cloth he laid it in front of Devon, then gave Devon the sticks to hold, have him think about his problem, and then drop them. James studied them for quite a long time before he spoke. "This situation is truely baffling to me." "Why? What is it? Is there something majorly wrong?" "I can not quite tell. Signs are never direct. They are almost always given so that one must work at interpreting them, so they gain knowledge and understanding, for that's what trials and tribulations are supposed to do, educate us on how to get through it and other things. But this... This is even confusing for signs from the Goddess, God, and the universe! "There is something here... some presence in your home, but exactly what it is, I can not say. I have done a banishment for ghosts and all negative energies, but I didn't feel anything being pushed into my path and out the door, so there are no ghosts and no malign entities. While singing and chanting to the God and Goddess I thought I heard something singing with me, but they stopped suddenly, abruptly. Them singing along means this isn't a deity that's in your home, but if it is one who follows, why they should suddenly stop singing is a mystery to me. "And then we have the runes. Reading what you cast, what is in your present and your future. It shows a great disturbance in nature. Something becoming what it should not be, but it isn't you. You aren't envoking nor provoking it, but somehow its fate is connected with you. Yet at the same time it shows that you are to have a great reconcilliation with your past, and in your future improved health and a very successful love life, along with great change in your present living situations. But I can not pin down anything specific, only that you may have to protect and fight for what you want, what you will come to love." "So, what am I safe? Will I stop having dreams?" "I can not say. I'm not sure what is causing the dreams, only that somehow, despite how upset you are over them, they are not harmful. They are not intended to hurt you." "What.... a load....of waffle!" "I know... I know it sounds odd and strange, but bear with me. We shall figure this out. For the now, do this... here are some crystals, and I brought with me a couple of plants as well. Now I'll help you, but we need to place these along your windows, by your doors, and around any drains. My closest guess is this is some work of the fey, but usually they just flat out hide things or steal things from one, or change some aspect of your life. They don't cause great changes in nature. At any rate, placing these items here, pluss the invocation I'm about to do will keep any of the fey at bay from your home." Round the house the pair went placing this and that, although by now Devon pretty much thought this was all some sort of scam. However, as the giant Druid didn't ask for anything in return, simply bade Devon a good night and left, he figured he might as well see if this all works. ********************************************************** It wasn't too late in the evening when Devon woke up. He thought he heard a thousand tiny voices all crying and chattering. Sitting up in bed he looked out through the bedroom window and there he could see hundreds of fireflies, lightning bugs. "That's strange." thought Devon. "Those kind of bugs don't usually hang around in the city." Staring at them intently they flitted and hovered around his window for ages, slowly going away one by one, but by the time they all vanished, their circular patterns of flight had put Devon to sleep. PAD! Devon woke up instantly. PAD! It was the sound of heavy footfall. PAD! Made by someone of very decent size. PAD PAD PAD! Devon knew who it was. PAD PAD! If everything was going in the same direction as it had been, it had to be, Parker. PAD PAD PAD! Parker was the first man Devon had tried to have a relationship with and, oh, what a man. Almost everything Devon could ever have wanted: 6' 3" tall, around 350lbs of rock hard, solid, defined, dense muscle, pretty good sized feet and hands, and a ten inch cock to boot. He was beautiful to behold, like a walking sculpture from Greco-Roman times, only a bit bulkier. He had a genetic condition resulting in a myostatin deficiency causing his muscles to develope huge, not that that bothered him; He loved being huge and built! Even if he just thought about working out his muscles blew up. Unfortunately it also made him a tad bit lazy. He had the potential of being the biggest bodybuilder in the world, if he trained hard and kept at it. He was already pushing the size and symmetry of a Mr. Olympic competitor, but the easy at which he could build made him get sloppy and haphazard in training, and he loved the attention he was getting from daily blowing out of his sleeves or ripping down the back or busting a pants seam, that he didn't care about the competitions for bodybuilding, he could just be bigger than most men in everyday activities and situations. Why compete? PAD PAD PAD! Suddenly a side of the bed dipped down greatly. Parker climbed into bed with Devon. Grabbing him with his hands, Parker flipped Devon around to face him and thrust he meaty, shelf like pecs into Devon's face. "Come on, bro, feel a man up! You know you want to. Feel this barreling mound." And then Parker took one of Devon's hands and placed it upon his right pectoral, Devon's palm resting on Parker's nipple. Devon began to grope and touch and caress and feel the swelling muscle under his hand, and as he did so, he felt it swell larger and thicker as the sexual touch was giving Parker and over all pump. Devon felt Parker's nipple become a little larger and hard underneath his touch. "Aawwwww yeah, bro. Show me how you appreciate a real man!" Devon couldn't help himself and he moved his face to Parker's pecs and began to lick and suck on one of his nipples while his hands went out and began to grope and squeeze as hard as he could the now flexed 24" upper arms of the mega-muscular man. Parker began to moan....his cock began lifting and rising. He was being worshipped and he loved it. Devon loved worshipping a muscle demi-god, his own cock rising up and getting hard. He eventually moved his mouth on up to one of Parker's biceps and began to trace the contours of it with his tongue, kissing the peak with his lips, while his hands glided down Parker's lats down...down...down... to the tappered and oh so tight waist, but then back up to feel the larger, bloated, and pulsing cobblestones that were the man's abdominals and obliques. Devon's fingers dug into each and every crevice tracing and outlining every single brick. Devon finally did a handstand, something he wasn't sure he could still do it'd been so many years, wrapping his legs around Parker's massive column of a neck and locking his ankles together. He did this his body facing forward, his face away from Parker. Parker in turn stuffed his cock into Devon's ass and began to buck and sway while Devon's hands reached out and caressed each and every part of his quads, hamstrings, each thigh tear drop, and desperately tried to get a grip on Parker's massive calves. It didn't take too long before Parker let out a roar and came inside Devon and then collapsed to the bed, calling out to Devon, "I'm spent lil' man. Go head and walk all over me." Devon gladly obliged and spent he's not sure how long groping, squeezing, kneading, licking, tracing, stroking, and caressing each and every single muscle fiber on the 6' 3" inch god-man before him. The arms bigger than his head, his waist, bigger round than his torso. The thighs thicker than his whole body - by themselves! His calves larger than most mens thighs that Devon had ever seen. The forearms looking so huge, thick, veiny and meaty, like turkey legs...no pterydactil legs! He groped and squeeze until he had no feeling left in his finger tips. His whole arm: finger tips, fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, and upper arm began to shake and quiver they had been worked so hard and full in their attempt to dent the bodybuilder's muscle. Finally, after coming up and trying to cup Parker's pecs in one hand each and squeeze and feel them, watch those glorious mounds rise and fall with Parker's breath, sensing that his hands togethe couldn't even cover one-fourth of the size of those huge slabs of muscled beef, Devon's cock erupted like a gyser shooting load, after load, after load, after load, after load, after load.... Yet again, Devon awoke in the morning to a quiet and empty apartment. He was tangled and wrapped up in his bedsheets on the floor, but none of them peeled off him as if stuck from dried cum, nor were they wet from an current morning eruption. Attempting to stand once, he fell in a heap to the floor. Glancing around, he noticed that all the precautions to keep the fey, fairies, at bay were still in place. No windows or doors were open. If it really was fairies, they were already in the house and Druid James wasn't successful and exorising them. Reaching out to crawl, Devon barely could do that as his arms shook violently, their muscular energy completely spent. He eventually did crawl his way to the bathroom and the shower stall, where once again he lay under the soothing stream of a hot water shower. He had no idea how he was going to be able to work today, but he knew he had to go in. He closed his eyes and prayed for a miracle.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 3 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!" Dafydd was the ex before George, if you didn't count Cristobàl that is. He was an extremely tall, hazel eyed brunett from Wales, and when one says extremely tall, one means extremely tall. Seven foot six inches tall, with massive hands and feet to boot. His feet wore a size US Mens 23 D shoe, 22 in the UK, as they were 15 inches long, and his hands were equally as large. Devon felt Dafydd pratically roll over on top of him and engluf him completely. No wonder as the man was just under two and half feet taller than him. Dafydd rubbed his massive hands all up and down Devon's torso and crotch, while he moved his feet caressing Devon's legs. No slouch in the cock department, he wasn't overly endowed though in proportion to his extreme height. Eight and half inches of cock became erect and it was brought into play with the holding and caresses and comparison of body parts; how much bigger Dafydd was compared to the small, diminutive Devon. Devon was again fully erect, painfully raging hard on as he climbed and groped, grapsed and felt this actual giant of a man until Dafydd finally plunged in and Devon rode him long and hard being tossed and used like some small rag doll. Finally Dafydd flipped Devon over and laying down upon the bed, and smiling at Devon took his left hand and its pointer finger and slowly inserted up Devon's ass. It began to go back and forth, in and out, while its companion fingers and thumb began to stroke and fondle Devon's balls. Then with his right hand, Dafydd reached out and with just his thumb and index finger began to stroke and tug and pull on Devon's tiny cock. "AAUUUUUGH!" No one could pull so firm, so strong, so hard on his cock like Dafydd did. Devon reached out with his hands and feet to try and touch Dafydd as Dafydd worked his cock and ass. To touch those arms and feel them, all the way up, as best as he could. Those arms that felt like they took an hour to stroke from hands to elbow they were so long. Finally Dafydd rolled over, picking Devon up with him and resting him on his torso as he continued to poke Devon's ass and stroke Devon's prick. Devon's head resting on a pillow next to Dafydd's, while his feet rested on Dafydd's thighs. Oh Lawd, how Devon missed this. If Dafydd were just a tad taller, Devon could sleep fully on just Dafydd's torso. Then Devon began to buck. It was rising in him again. Building up in him, in his balls. Another super load was going to explode out of Devon's prick! "Oh, babe! I'm....I'm! I! AHHH UH HUH! GOING TO!..... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Devon lay there convulsing for several minutes, spew after spew of spoo was blasting off from his held cock like a fountain spire suddenly spraying like a gyser. The sheets would have to be cleaned. His whole body would need to be washed. He would need to steam clean the carpets come the weekend. ... ... ... But it was morning again. Devon had woken up. He was laying flat on his back, directly on the bed, no Dafydd between him and it. He lifted the top sheet and there was no wet spot, no stain, no seamen saturation. Devon wept. What was going on? Although he was physically attracted to all these men, although he had felt something for them emotionally, they were his past loves. How and why was he dreaming of all of them. This one was painful too. He really was in love with Dafydd, who was a great guy, caring, down to earth kind of man. A man who took care of family and friends, who didn't overly use his height to try and belittle all men like he was a superior being. Yet, because of his height there were draw backs. Sex wasn't easy, and performing same time reciprocal acts like sixty-nining was a bit difficult given the extreme size variance between them. Dafydd called it off with Devon, those many years ago because of the size difference. He was tired of all the comparisons on how big he was, what a giant he was. He wanted to feel normal. He needed someone closer to his size for that, also so he could have a really good sex life. Dafydd couldn't let loose and be free during intercourse without fear of breaking his partner in half. He still broke Devon in half...in his heart, and it took quite a while before Devon could date again. Crying, aching, Devon actually crawled out of bed. He dropped hands and torso first from the bed, to the floor and crawled his way to the bathroom where he reached up, turned on the shower and sat in the hot water as it rained down upon him. At work Devon took a seriously large stack of back files and headed to the archive room. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. He didn't want to be confronted. He could do this mindless task of alphabetically filling away now old cases and try to think things through. Why was he reliving his past? Why was he dreaming about all his old loves? His great mistakes. He knew in hind-sight that almost all of those relationships were wrong. With the exception of his last boyfriend, George, he had chosen all of them because they had some element of his size fetish. He knew it was wrong to look for just the physical attraction in a relationship, but had it been wrong to try and seek it out? Or at least to find someone who had one or two of the traits he found sexually attractive? And even when he tried to just work on the emotional, personality aspect of it, his fetish still haunted him because George was jealous over all the pictures of big, beefy, hung men Devon had on his laptop and computer and... SLAM! Devon closed a file cabinet very harshly. He was crying. Finishing the last of the filing, he clocked out for lunch slightly early so he didn't have to see Charles, Mr. Coalfax, or any other coworker. "If I can make it through today, only two more days to go and I can be by myself for the weekend to try and figure this out." But getting into his car to drive out for lunch, he spotted the card the giant Druid gave him back at Stonehenge. He flipped out his cell phone and proceeded to give the man a call. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (click) "Hello, This is High Priest James Whitehart." "Uhm... Hello. Mr. Whitehart, this is Devon Wiltshire. We met at Stonehenge this past Sunday. I'm the short man who you protected against the crowd when the storm started." "Yes... yes, I remember you. How are you doing? Stonehenge impress you so much you decided to ask about the old ways?" "Not exactly, sir. I've had something happen. It's been happening every night since I've come home from holiday, since the day I was at Stonehenge, and I have some questions. Wondering how wishes when asked are answered, if they might go wrong. If the answer might not be what we expect or if the Gods or spirits play tricks on us?" "I say...those are some very deep questions, and the tone in your voice is very troubling. Are these events, happenings, occuring at your home, your place of business, around you at all times?" "Just at home, but their effects are quite lasting." "Sounds like a bit of an emergency. I am free this evening to talk or possibly do more in the way of a magical intervention, if you're up for it?" "Uhm, yeah, sure. I'm game." Devon gave the High Priest his address and telephone number so that he could meet him after work. Grabing some fast food and scarfing it down, Devon went back to work, grabbing another pile of files that need to be sorted and placed away. His coworkers were a little worried, but no one said much as most everyone hated doing the filing and he was taking care of about a weeks worth within a single day. On the ride home Devon wasn't sure what he should do. He was hungry, but he didn't know if they needed to do something like an exorcising of his apartment whether he should do that with a full or empty stomach. Deciding that empty stomach meant that he would be in a weakened condition, he pulled through another fast food joint to grab dinner, although he tried to order the healthest item he could find on the menu. Eating it on the way home, Devon got to the apartment, tidied up the place a bit, and then sat down nervously on the sofa to wait for Mr. Whitehart, the High Priest. There was suddenly a gust of wind blowing through the apartment. Not harsh like the approach of an on coming storm, but the gentle billowing of a lovely spring day. It carried a scent of musk upon it and a few other odors Devon wasn't sure what they were. Sitting up in anticipation, Devon thought that this must be how a High Priest approaches a new dwelling that he must cleanse; causing a breeze to carry in the insense and mists of holy water to start the purification process. And then in through the door walked Adam. "A...Adam?" said Devon questioningly as he stood up. Adam as the next series of ex'es going back in Devon's love life. He was a blue eyed strawberry blond with tight curly hair. He stood almost six feet tall, with thick hands and feet, very broad shoulders for his height and a stocky, solid body. He had just a small amount of fat to him. Not enough that it made him unattractive, just enough to ever so slightly begin a roll at the waist, but otherwise he was relatively fit, still nearly looking like a youth in his muscle shape and size. He had a body type that is called thick, rawboned, healthy. No matter what medical doctors say, there are people born with thicker, denser bones, than most average human beings, and Adam was one of these men. Even at his skinniest, well you could starve Adam to death and still around the wrist and the ankles, even a man Cristobàl or Dafydd's size had a hard time single handedly grabbing them around so thick his wrists and ankles were. With his meaty hands and thick fingers, Adam approached Devon and grabbed him by the shoulders. He then dipped Devon and kissed him full upon the lips, his tongue probbing and exploring every inch of Devon's tongue and mouth. One hand firmly held Devon by the shoulders, supporting him in this dip, while his other hand went down Devon's jeans and began to stroke, caress, and whack off Devon's balls and cock. Devon's hands reached out, embracing Adam, glidding from shoulders to across the vast expanse that was Adam's back, and then glidding down the sides of Adam's lats to feel that extraordinary tapered V that went to Adam's waist. Even though Adam didn't workout, wasn't into bodybuilding, his body was a natural for supreme physical shape and size, but Devon was just enjoying feeling it, caressing it, because despite the lack of workouts if felt so strong, so dense, so hard, so thick. Adam moved the pair to the couch, where he lay Devon down and continue to fondle Devon's privates, and kiss Devon until his breath was taken away. It became harder and harder for Devon to breathe between the kissing and the fondling and the sensation rising up from his groin. Devon had to try and break free in order to gain oxygen once again or he might suffocate to death. But he was too weak from the nights before, to out of breath now from the smothering smooches of Adam. Finally one last tug was all it took, and Devon lunged forward into Adam's arms, blurting a moan as his cock erupted in his pants and on Adam's hand. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Devon sat trembling on the couch. Looking around trying to get his barrings. Adam was no where to be seen. He was still sitting on the couch, and although he was sure he just had another massive orgasm, his pants and underpants were dry as a bone. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "Uhm...uh... comming!" Devon threw open his front door to the arrival of the High Priest, James Whitehart. "Good Lord, man. Are you alright. You look as you've been through the gauntlet." "The...uhm... the events... I.... I....that I called you about..... just... just happened again to me." "What right now?" "Yes." "Just before I arrived?" "Yes." "I'd better get started." And Mr. Whitehart shut the door and opened up a bag.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 2 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Snap snap snap snap snap. Devon's coworker, Charles Van der Voss was clicking his fingers in front of Devon's face. "Earth to Devon. Come in Devon!" Devon shook himself awake from a day dream he was having. "I'm sorry?" "What is with you, today? You still do your job well, but you've been a beat behind your usual pace. And now, we catered in your favorite food for lunch to welcome you back from holiday and you hardly even notice. You're out to lunch at lunch. What's going on in your head? Meet someone on holiday? Have such a great time you can't stand thinking about coming back to the real world?" Devon chuckled, "No... just got my sleep schedule off a bit and tried to take care of it last night. Just need a full night's rest that's all." The truth of the matter was, Devon was lost in thoughts of George, his ex-boyfriend. They hadn't spoken in months. It was part of the reason he went on holiday, to cleanse his emotions out of him and start his life fresh. But somehow last night...he doesn't know what he did, but he did something to make him think of George, and boy, how did he think of George! One of the longest and strongest orgasms he ever had. He felt it from his balls to his lower lip and he felt like it went on for ages. Yet surprisingly, he couldn't find any cum what-so-ever on the sheets. Was he experiencing something like male menopause? His sperm count was suddenly taking a nose dive to near nothingness? He knew sperm counts dropped at a certain age, but he was only in his late twenties. Surly he wasn't running dry yet? Getting through his first day back at the office, Devon breathed a sigh of relief and made his way home, after a quick stop at a local restaurant for takeout; he was too bleary eyed to attempt to cook anything. Having had a restless night's sleep the evening before, and the back of his mind attempting to make sense of why he should dream so strongly about his ex-boyfriend, plus the front of his mind doing his regular work, left Devon mentally exhausted. He ate his dinner in silence, took a shower to relax his neck and back muscles and went to bed. ******************************************************** Again it was the middle of the night when Devon was woken up by someone...or rather something. He felt something fairly large, for a thing that is, suddenly rest upon his knee on the leg that was currently supporting his weight on the bed while the other was sort of hanging, knee resting on the mattress, ankle crossed over the supporting leg's ankle. He felt this thing gingerly come to rest there... it was pretty long ... and thick! It was like someone had placed a hot dog on his knee, no a bratwurst, no a polish sausage, no something in between with the length of the sausage and the girth of a wurst. It was about, no... he knew it was ten inches in length, but it was morphing, changing, growing. He felt this thing get thicker, longer, harder, growing from his knee right on up his thigh approaching his ass. "GASP!" A startled breath of air escaped his lips as he turned his head and attempted to roll over towards the man he knew was in bed with him. " Cristobàl!" " No, no mi amor. Para no ser tan tensa. Usted sabe que yo voy a disfrutarlo mejor, más completo, si te relajas." Then the man began to kiss Devon on the back of his neck, on the side of his neck under his jaw line and behind his ears. Devon's mind began to reel in confusion and ecstasy once more. How did Cristobàl get into the apartment? What was he doing here? Cristobàl was the ex-ex boyfriend, perhaps not even really an ex-boyfriend but more like a six month one night stand. He stood six feet four inches tall, semi-stocky build. He didn't really workout, didn't like to work out. Why bother? When he had what he had, he could get lots of men anywhere. Olive colored skin, topped with thick black hair with brown highlights that framed a set of deep forest green eyes. He was Spanish and spoke English with such a lovely accent in such soothing deep baritone of a voice, that whatever he said, including reading the ingredient list off of a can of tomato soup, made one nearly come to orgasm. But the thing that many men, usually size queens, went after him for was his cock. Ten inches soft it grew another four inches in length when erect and became nearly monstrously thick. Devon would have been in heaven for the rest of his life with him. He was pretty tall... sure lots of basketball players were taller, but he still stood out and above a crowd. He was stocky and semi solid, that could be good enough body size wise. He had that enormous cock, which excited Devon and helped push all the right buttons, especially THAT button in his anus. On top of that he was also an intelligent, caring, and witty kind of guy, one that seemed to have a sense of family. A sense of family that is except when it came to starting his own. He broke things off with Devon claiming he had spent too much time with him. Feelings were bubbling up about Devon that he didn't know how to take, understand. He was a wild and carefree man, with his endowment and accompanying huge balls, he needed to get off three, four, five times daily. No one man would be willing or able to give him all that. He needed to be free to bed bastards as often as he could. He crushed Devon's heart and dreams. Yet here he was again. Playing during sex like he frequently did: slowly, like a snail, pushing his enormous cock head in until the helmet was finally buried. Then he'd pull it back out just as slowly. That was followed by several minutes of teasing the hole with just pressure of the cock head resting on it, until finally he thrust it in and out just head deep several times in a row extremely quickly. Then he suddenly slowed down the entry just a bit, only this time he plowed it all the way in. A rhythm of fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow, fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow. Until he was buried balls deep inside Devon's ass. Then he would grab a hold of Devon by the waist and begin to simply buck and fuck him from tip to ball base making Devon feel every single bit of his fourteen inch cock. Devon's body shook and shuddered feeling the massive prong thrust inside him. Feeling it touch his insides like nothing else could. Feeling the size and mass of the man holding him, hoisting him, slamming into his body. The sensation, the pleasure radiated from his sphincter outward down his legs, arms, to his toes and fingers, up his abs, chest, and out his mouth. "AAAH! AAAH! AAH! OOH! OH! OH! OH! OH GOD!" " Hmmmm. Mi bebé le encanta tener un hombre de verdad le envuelve por completo en el interior, él o paciente se extiende hasta que pueda tener la esperanza de encajar." Over and over and over again the pounding continued. Devon feeling his insides touched by Cristobàl's tip, and his ass cheeks touched by Cristobàl's mammoth balls. Even though his cock was untouched, he could feel it welling up inside him. His own balls were churning up a massive load. It was getting stronger and stronger, building up more and more, filling his testicles further and further. If he didn't erupt soon, he was going to suffer a fate of blue balls. " Oh! MI DIOS, BEBÉ! Yo voy a correr! Aquí lo tienes! Aquí lo tienes! Voy a rebosar a usted! AI! AI! AI! AI! AI! AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" "OH GAW-AH! OOOWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Devon woke up upon his cumming. The sensation was so strong, he thrust his hips forward, his back snapped back, his abs, legs, arms, toes, and fingers tensed, he actually screamed in his sleep carrying through to being awake. He couldn't breathe for minutes the convulsions were so deep and bad, and through it all he felt that pump, the blast, the inner stroking of his prick as he shot out more and more copious amounts of cum. ... ... ... Yet again, when he came to his senses, knowing his should feel wet spots on the contour sheet and top sheet, some slimy residue on his thighs, there was nothing. All was dry. Slowly, shakily, Devon got out of bed. What was going on? What made him think of Cristobàl? Why did he think of George the night before? Was he eating too odd of things before going to bed? Was returning to work from vacation to much stress for him? Yet this dream felt so real. Real enough that his was limping on his way to the bathroom. He couldn't operate his ass muscles properly; it had been too long since he had been fucked and stretched by such a python as Cristobàl's cock. ************************************************************ "WILTSHIRE! You are just barely getting in here on time. Are we having a problem returning to... .... are you limping?" "Yes...yes, Mr. Coalfax." "Bloody hell, it looks serious. Are you alright?" "Teenager, skateboarding. Didn't see me, body checked me out of the way. Fell on my hip." "Have you gone to a doctor to get checked out?" "No, sir. Not yet. I figured I'd wait and see how it was at lunch time. Make an assessment then." "Ok..... Look, I was just kind of kidding you there. You did deserve a holiday, but you do need to come back to work when you come back to work, but we do care about you. You're not just a thing. Come talk to me at lunch, if you need time off for a doctor's appointment, I'll approve it for you, alright?" "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Coalfax." Devon sat down at his desk and suddenly confronted by his coworker, Charles. "I'm smelling and calling shite!" "Not now, Charles." "Oh, no you don't. You're not coming in here with that kind of injury and then laying down some story full of shite about how you got it. You got yourself plowed last night and with a man of, shall we say, many principles. You forget, I fly around the rainbow airport, too. I can tell when someone has made a landing." "Charles, this is not the place to discuss such things and nothing happened!" "Fine... fine.... play U.S. Military; don't ask, don't tell. I'm your BGFF. You'll confide in me sometime." Devon turned his chair to face his desk and hunkered down to business. He managed to get quite a bit done, planning which things he needed to go hunting files for and which he didn't so he could give his ass a much needed rest. At lunch time he took off as fast as he could so he could eat in peace without having to confront Charles about his supposed escapades the night before. He rummaged through some rubbish to find a receipt for an x-ray, made a copy of it, slightly blurry, but enough to convince Charles he'd gone to get checked out at an emergency room on break. Even with the injury, Devon was back on his work game, completing more than anyone else in the office, although still not the blur of motion he usually was. He denied Charles all his theories about what happened to him, all the way up to his stop on the underground. He was thoroughly drained again mentally taking care of both work and trying to figure out what had happened to him. He thought once about digging out the number and email of that Druid he ran into out at Stonehenge, but then thought, "What's he going to tell me about all this? It's just some kind of psychological problem. My mind probably doesn't want me to return to work and just keep on relaxing. That's all." Stopping off again at a shopping district to grab some take out, he pondered his decision for a long time before buying any dinner. He wanted to make sure he got something decent, but bland. Nothing that would cause dreams, hallucinations, or nightmares. Arriving home he reheated his dinner, ate in solemn silence, took a long hot shower, then a brisk cold one, took a couple of sleeping pills and went to sleep. ******************************************************************** Suddenly the bed squeaked and the mattress sank down on one side, almost making the bed tilt. Someone extremely large had just crawled into bed with him. Feeling the man lay behind him... his arm come across him, nearly covering his whole body. The legs when pressed against him, his feet barely reaching below the other man's knees. Suddenly a hand came over and caressed his arm, it was nearly twice the size of an average man's hand. "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!"

Wet Dreams May Come by F_R_Eaky Despite the perimeter fence and some slight vandalism, the sight of Stonehenge was still awe inspiring. Devon Wiltshire had managed to push his very lithe, and diminutive five foot one inch frame up to the viewing line and did his best to stay firmly planted there in order to get a good look at the ancient monument. He might have wished otherwise had he known what was to soon happen. A thunder burst appeared out of nowhere. Dark, billowing clouds rolled in and then rolled around the ancient site, looking as if called by an angry druid, or as if the Gods were angry and threatening to destroy the site with a tornado. A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and suddenly the skies let loose with a torrential downpour and winds that felt strong enough to carry everyone away, or at least small children and men Devon's size. The race back to cars was on and people pushed and shoved and panicked like the rain was hell fire and brimstone tumbling towards them and they would be burnt instantly if touched by it. Devon was knocked by someone into the elbows of someone else, which nearly knocked him unconscious, this sent him to the ground with several people's rushing feet kicking his sides like professional soccer players kick soccer balls for a goal. Battered, bruised, bleeding, Devon's world was now in a daze as he attempted to look up and get his bearings. "Oh, I think someone's wish should now be for healing." Devon looked up to see a grand figure of a man. He was tall, probably around the six foot six inch mark and pretty broad. A long beard covered his face, and a cowl and robe covered his head and body. It was white, the robe, and around his neck he wore a golden necklace or plate. It was one of the new age Druids. He stuck out his bear paw of a hand, grabbed Devon by an arm and hoisted him up off the ground and shielded him from the rest of the site-seers who ran higgledy-piggledy to their cars. Pushing his blond hair out of his eyes and his glasses back up onto his nose, Devon marveled at the man for a moment and then said, "Why should I be wishing? I didn't see any shooting stars or four leaf clovers or nothing. Thank you, though, for the assist up." "Oh, you non-magical folk don't know do you? This was a magical storm brewed up, not be me, but by the spirits. I can't quite tell if it's the God, Goddess, passed loved ones, or the fey, but when you see a storm just whip up like that, it's a magical thing, and if you can hurry up and make a wish near it, there's usually enough magical energy to make it come true." Devon turned and faced the direction of the storm and closed his eyes. "I wish I could find the man of my... No, not the man of my dreams, but the man I should have, the man meant for me. ... And if possible, grant another small one and don't let this man see my erection." Devon had a thing for very large men. Oh, you didn't have to be too much taller than him to get him turned on hornier than a demonic rhinoceros playing brass in Hell's band, but the bigger you were, the more turned on he became. In fact his current fantasy is reading about this new tallest bodybuilder in the world, a young man who's 7' 4" tall and has built up enough size to enter competitions and get noticed. The large Druid walked with Devon back to his car and then politely said good-bye. He gave him a card with his email and telephone number should he wish to know more about the magical way of life. Devon thanked him and got back on the road to London. Today was the last day of his holiday and he wanted to get home soon enough for a decent night's sleep. Peeling off his still damp shirt, it revealed Devon's very sculpted, lithe torso. He didn't have a lot of muscle size but he was very cut and defined. He liked that about himself, although he wished he could pack on some mass and be built and strong like Lee Priest, but that just didn't seem to be in the programming of his genes. Shucking his pants off in the bathroom, he popped into the shower for just a bit to run hot, steamy water all over his body and warm himself up, before toweling off and going to bed nude like was his custom. ************************** KERBOOM! Crashing thunder and flash of lightning woke Devon up as it shook the windows and vibrated the walls of his flat. Sitting up in bed, he stared into the inky darkness of his bedroom and then lurched back against the headboard in fright. "AUUUGH!" "Oh, babe... don't be frightened." It was his ex-boyfriend, George. George had been his first attempt at trying to find a man just off of personality alone. There were things about George Devon like physically: He was kind of tall at nearly six foot, but he had an average frame, kind of soft, slightly muscular shape to him. He was average at best in the department of love equipment. The turn on for Devon was that George was hairy...beautifully hairy. He had a thick, rich, feathery head of ebony hair that framed a pair of sparkling blue eyes, thick eyebrows too, but they were shaped and didn't meet in the middle to form a unibrow, and his jaw was always covered for the man could shave at seven o'clock in the morning and yet by noon, no, eleven a.m. he looked like he had a five o'clock shadow. The rest of his body was covered in lots of fine, soft, black hair that feathered in the contour and shape of his muscles and body parts. Devon used to lull himself to sleep running his fingers through that carpet. Still what was George doing here? And here in the middle of the night? How did he get in? He didn't have a key to this apartment. Apparently that didn't matter to George. He crossed the bedroom floor, crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers slightly down and then pinned Devon on the bed as he began to kiss him deeply, fully, upon the lips. George's lips then travelled down Devon's chin, neck, shoulder, chest, abs, until finally they were kissing the base of Devon's five inch erect cock. "Oh my God" thought Devon. "George has never been this romantic before. What's gotten into him? Why has he come back to me? I must stop this, I must ask him what the hell is going....AAAUGH!" Devon let out a heavy scream of delight as one of George's hands cupped and rubbed his balls, while his mouth continued its silky glides over Devon's cock. George's other hand then made its way just beyond Devon's balls and began to stroke that spot just behind them and in front of the butt hole. It then began to alternately work between rubbing that spot and poking itself into and massaging the hole. Devon was utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy. He could care less now why George had come back to him, it just felt so good to be loved again. He would tell George when this was all over that he would throw out all of his muscle magazines, delete all the bodybuilder and giant men pictures off his laptop, computer, and cell phone. He would tell him that he loved him for exactly who and what he was and that he didn't need to look at other men, no matter how much taller or buffer they were. He would rid himself of all those things that turned George away from him. He would be in complete joy and bliss if he came back to him and stayed. Devon tried to run his hands through the hair on George's arms, caress his cheek and feel the stubble on his face, then run them through the lion's mane that George called a head of hair. But the persistent sucking and fondling that George was doing was sending wave after wave of ticklish sensations across his cock, cock head, balls, ass, and up and outward through the rest of his body. Arching his back, curling his toes, clinching his fists, Devon moaned and contorted on the bed, writhing in heavenly pleasure. "AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-UWUAH!" Devon sat up in bed, trembling, breathing hard, sweating profusely, and feeling shot after shot of cum blasting through his tiny cock. It was morning. The room was cold. Except for him, the room was empty. George wasn't there, and there was no sign of him having been in or entering the apartment what-so-ever. Even more mysterious...although he had a small cock, and slightly small balls, Devon's testicles produced a goodly amount of cum. More than one ex had stated that he was not only a cum dumpster but cum factory as well, he produced so much for such a diminutive, little, man. But when Devon peeled off the sheets, there wasn't any cum to be found. The sheets were neither wet nor stained, but he was sure he had just had one of the largest and longest orgasms ever. Shakily, stumblingly, still reeling and feeling the effects of his orgasm, Devon made his way into the shower to get ready for his first day back at work. He was nearly late, for he stayed under the hot steady stream of water until it had run cold.

After admiring each other and having sex over and over again, both Asa and Norris start getting back into their routine again and don’t notice that they have a visitor that ventured into the gym without them noticing. The young guy probably in his early 20s is watching them both get off on each other while growing at the same time. He is standing close to the area around the reception desk and has his pants down to his knees. Norris finally sees him after getting a few more reps in on the leg machines and smiles sort of in a devious manner as he tries to sneak up on the young admirer. Asa is heard moaning on the other side of the gym as he gets an even bigger pump going from working out on the pec deck. The giant boulders sitting on his chest appear to be growing as his nipples stretch even bigger than before. He squeezes the apparatus to where his pecs meet as the veins pulse just under the skin making his cock leak uncontrollably on the floor. This makes the young man stroke his cock rapidly as he stays focused on Asa’s small growth cycle. Norris manages to grab the guy from behind and bends him over to shove his cock inside his hole. The guy squeals in pain as he tries to get away from the behemoth but is unsuccessful. Asa smiles as he witnesses the other two having sex and even eggs Norris on. His grunts as he plows the young guy get louder and louder as he gets closer to shooting his enormous load inside him. The reluctant bottom doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he tries to bargain with Norris who won’t listen to him at all. The behemoth thrusts so hard that the reception desk begins to shake wildly as wood starts to split apart and things on the table and counter begin to crash to the ground. He roars as he fills the uncooperative young man’s body with spunk. The bottom stops moving about as he feels it pouring into his intestines. Norris loves the feeling so much that he continues to rock back and forth on the young guy. Asa makes a crazy sound as he tells his huge buddy to look at the other man. Within seconds, the young man starts growing as he muscles come out of nowhere and start to explode through his clothes. Stretching and popping sounds are heard coming from all over his body as he screams in pain. His voice gets noticeably lower with each shriek. Norris moans in ecstasy as he feels the young guy’s legs stretching and blowing up. His hole gets remarkably wider swallowing up the behemoth’s cock. His ass fills out and grows into giant balloons to accentuate his thick calves and wide quads. Norris watches as the man’s shirt shreds completely revealing a back that continues to stretch and spread its way further outward. The big man grabs his lats and feels them as they get thicker. He pumps the guy harder trying to cum again inside him just to see if he will grow bigger. He can see that the man’s arms are getting wider as the desk starts to buckle under his size. His scrawny biceps blow up into veiny pulsing boulders as the skin struggles to keep up with the growth. His forearms make quick work of the wood as they push all the way through it. The giant hoses move all the way up into his growing shoulders and neck. Norris feels his pecs heaving and stretching as they swell up and fill out to three times their original size. He squeezes them as they involuntarily bounce and the nipples drape downward toward the floor. His skinny waist thickens and develops strong obliques which lead to tile-like abdominals that seem to have grown out of nowhere. Perhaps the most impressive part of the man’s transformation is his cock which makes him moan wildly as it dribbles pre all over the ground. Norris can hear a pulling sound coming from it as the guy’s balls double in size and his cock lengthens several inches. The young man that entered the gym earlier is no longer the same guy. Norris looks at him in awe as the scrawny young guy punches the desk into bits and turns around to grab him and pull him out of his hole as he shoves his giant cock inside of him. The hulking brute starts grunting incredibly loud as he fucks Norris into submission. Asa stops what he is doing and waddles his way over to join them. The man’s eyes grow darker as he moans deeply seeing that the two of them are now in his sights. He pulls out of Norris and grabs Asa to plunge his cock into him now. Asa laughs hysterically as the giant starts to fuck him hard making him give in to his needs. He starts to play tongue hockey with Norris and the two men practically merge as the hulk moves back and forth on the two of them. He growls as he gets close to cumming and promptly worships both of them with his tongue and huge hands. They both moan uncontrollably as he busts load after load inside them making them feel like they are going to grow again. Before their bodies are able to commence another growth cycle though, the giant shoves his tongue down inside their huge cock slits and tries to maneuver the cum out. Both Asa and Norris try to stop him from stealing their power, but are unsuccessful as they feel the rush moving through their balls and into their shafts. He meshes the cocks together to catch the giant loads in his mouth. He roars in anticipation of the coming flood as his body gets more pumped. They scream as the cum pours out of their cockheads and down his waiting throat. He gulps the huge loads down and laughs as they are helpless in his massive arms. Each time they try to escape he pulls them closer to him and restrains them. They even attempt to bite him, but he gives them a fairly strong punch to put them in their places. As they finish cumming, he lets them go as they both fall to the ground hitting each other. He falls back a bit into where the reception desk used to be in the rubble. He looks like he is drunk with lust as the cum swells his gut up. He staggers a little bit as he looks down as his distended belly. The two gymrats on the ground stare up at him wondering what will happen now. He almost looks sick with a crazy look on his face. After what seems like several minutes, he smiles down at them and makes a menacing sound. He flexes his giant guns as his cock rises again like he wants to have more action with the two victims. They both try to jump up to get away from him as they rush for the doors leading outside. When they go to grab the handles, they fall off in their hands. They both yell in fright and stare at each other as they realize they can’t escape. When they turn back around they are stunned at what is commencing. The sounds of skin stretching and muscles growing are heard once again. The growing giant’s voice begins to grow even deeper than before as he gets taller and wider. They try to bust the windows out with their bodies and strength but are unsuccessful once again. The growing hulk is now starting to break through the back wall and ceiling with his growth as he tops 600 pounds and is over 9 feet tall. The ceiling tiles begin to drop down as the lights flicker and drywall coats the superhuman. It is at this point that they realize they won’t get out unless they figure out how to reverse this process. With the behemoth still in growth mode, they grab one of the Smith machines and sit it on top of his foot. It seems to have distracted him because his growth has stopped. They both look at each other as they start to grab other equipment and launch it at the giant. He falls to the ground and passes out as it appears the machines have a strange effect on humans. After watching the hulk fall over, they are shocked to see him shrink as the machines begin to swallow him up as he gets buried underneath. They quickly dig him out and notice that he has reverted back to his original size. In another shocking twist, both Asa and Norris are also reverting back to their previous sizes as their gargantuan muscles revert back to their normal sizes. They look at each other again in amazement as they realize they have destroyed the very equipment that made them giants in the first place. The small admirer was their downfall it seems, but the real question may be if they can get out of the gym. They both pick up the young man and drag him to the front of the building with them. They push with all of their might against the front doors as they open without much effort. As soon as they get out, they both rush to their truck and get in before driving off. The young man comes to and smiles as he looks up and sees them leaving.

Chapter 10 - Chicago Alpha's First Client Chad relaxed on his flight home knowing that for the first time in many months he'd be able to enjoy his home, his friends and not have to worry about auditioning anyone. His flight was rougher than normal due to some very bad storms. Otherwise it was uneventful except for an occasional glimpse of the handsome male flight attendant and his pronounced package as he past Chad more than several times. Chad was too worn and exhausted to do much about it this trip, although he did get the guys name and email on a card as he made his way to the restroom once during the flight. He opened all the windows as soon as he arrived home. He'd been away too long and really missed the fresh salty sea air. He unpacked hurriedly, stripped off his clothes and went out by his pool to bask in the afternoon sun. In no time he felt the tense business stress flow away, replaced by calm soothing warmth penetrating his naked body. He'd been on the road for several months with only a brief stop home now and then as time permitted. The web based communications world was a boon for his lifestyle as it enabled him to work and even to monitor his house while away. However, once home he realized he did indeed miss the real comforts of home and the physical contact with his friends. He spent several days simply relaxing by the pool and catching up with old friends at his local hangouts. He attended several parties and just let the system monitor everything else. He knew if there wasn't anything going on with his work that needed his attention or he would be notified by the system. He spent a bit of time now and then researching the internet, trying to track down Keith's broadcast of the encounter with Brian at the hotel. Several times he located a short clip or a frame or two saved as single images saved on various sites by individuals. But the full video file he was searching for was never found or it had always been removed just before he got to it. It seemed that someone was teasing him by dangling the frames in his path to find or they were monitoring his efforts and moving it around to keep him from finding the video. Either way, it was totally frustrating to him as he had exhausted all of his usual resources without finding so much as one concrete piece of data as to where the broadcast was sent or a full copy saved. Regular daily activities took over more and more of his time and prevented him from wasting time on his futile search for Keith and the video. The weeks went by quickly as he succumbed to all the simple things his life had to offer. Renewed friendships, trysts, and rendezvous’ make it easy to forget what day it was. He also spent considerable time brain storming with Doc about the glitch in the system that caused the unexplained happenings to Brian. Doc offered to casually meet Brian and examine him first hand, but Chad wanted to keep conditions 'normal' for awhile longer so that the variables didn't change too much. Limiting the environment could be helpful in further analysis of Brian. Doc had to agree and kept working on his end with the production and quality control of the cockring manufacturing aspects. Meanwhile Keith had kept himself busy fielding queries and requests for more information about the video of his encounter with Brian. Seems the live video had caught the eye of several commercial producers who have been after Keith for several years to be an actor in some professional videos. Some of them had even expressed interest in Brian too. Keith contacted Brian to be sure he would be okay with the new developments. Brian replied with a call to Keith. "Hey sexy. What's this video stuff all about? You finally going to give in and make one for those guys you told me about?" "Sort of. It's the same guys who contacted me several times before to do a movie. Like I had told you, I've always put them off saying I need to have a good connection with the guy to make it work out." Keith went on. "Well, they liked the live vid of us and wondered if I found that connection. Said the two of us really looked hot together." "Live Vid of us?" Brian panicked. "You never said anything." "I told you that if our connection worked out I wanted to take a vid of it. Thought it was okay with you?" "Shit, big difference between a making a vid and broadcasting it live. I wish you'd asked me first. What did they see?" "It was cool. Your face was almost always obscured or hidden by shadows, back of the head only, or in severe profile. No way that you would be recognizable." Keith said assuring. "Besides, all their emphasis was on my being able to totally take that fuckin monster cock of yours." "That’s a relief. But then why do you need anything from me?" "Well, some of them want to sell the vid. So I'll need your permission. It'll mean some extra income for you. Could be several thousand." "Can I see the vid first? Would like to make sure I'm sufficiently protected." Brian stated cautiously, although his exhibitionistic side already had his cock fully aroused. "Sure, I'll send you a copy right now. You need to know that they've expressed an interest in having you and your huge cock in some more scenes." "Cool, but as you know, I don't get much free time to play and it's got to be safe." "I'm sure that can be worked out. They can always have you as an extra standing around or stepping up to offer assistance. You've no idea how impressed they were by your muscular body. Plus you totally drove them crazy with your huge thick cock. You could be even be used as a cock double for some of stars who can't seem to keep it up for all the action in the shoots." "Well, I'd have to think about that. Sounds hot, if it’s done right. I got the vid you sent. I'll watch it and if it's okay, send you the release form tomorrow. Thanks for asking." "Cool Brian. I just wish I had the camera set up to record when you showed up at the arena. That was so hot. I know it would have made us even more money. You were so fuckin huge that day! Did you use a pump to make your cock extra large before you showed up or what?" "I've never used a pump. Just me, totally hard for you." Brian knew that the cock ring played a roll, but wasn't about to say anything about it to Keith. "Well, all I know is that I've never seen your cock that thick and long before. I know you're huge, but man you were a fuckin monster that time. I'll let them know once I get your release. If you decide not to give the permission, that's cool too. Hell, I've put them off for couple years now. It's just that I felt the connection with you, as you know, and I'd be proud to have you be the one in my first movie. Later stud... bye." Brian was totally aroused by what Keith said. The idea of being in a video with Keith was so wild. He jacked off as he watched the video. The whole deep throating scene got him so aroused that he signed the release even before he finished watching it. He quickly replayed it and shot off another load before sending the reply to Keith. Chad woke up one morning a few days later to a system alert. It was time for him to open up the new markets in New Orleans, Dallas and Chicago. He checked his appointment book on the computer which confirmed the task was due. "Shit, already that time." He remarked to himself. He logged into the system and began editing his website to make the new alpha males available on the system. He checked the gay web site that served as a front for his business. All three of the alpha males had logged in using the complementary membership ID's they'd been sent anonymously by him. They had created profiles, uploaded pictures and made some contacts already. "Nice, makes my job a lot easier when they provide their own profile data and use the web site before I put them into production." He copied and pasted some of their data and pictures onto his homepage and updated the announcement page to show the opening of the new markets. The three new alpha males; Dante in New Orleans, Garth in Dallas, and Eric in Chicago would all find themselves extra busy very soon. He also checked his systems private area on the site while he was logged in. "Nice, very nice. Profits are already up for the quarter and meeting all projections. Membership has tripled since opening the south eastern markets." He was pleased with the profits and that his marketing plan was working out so well. He prepared an email to Doc with the details. He also informed him about the live video Keith made with Brian and, finally, that he'd made no progress as yet on the potential glitch in the system. Chad established his site when he was in high school and made enhancements and upgraded functionality as profits increased. Being the web master of the site, members contacted him with suggestions and questions all the time. This helped him to improve the site and keep it growing and profitable. His college education was mostly financed by his web site. During his years at MIT, a high number of queries and comments sent into the website for one basic topic. It was a large group of bottoms who wanted to connect safely with tops. They basically wanted some combination of several things. Some felt insecure with their expected submissive role that was usually expected of bottoms and wanted more control. Others sought a means to engage hot alpha males and ensure all their needs were fulfilled versus a quick encounter. Still others wanted to take full control during sex with men physically larger than themselves. All wanted to know if anyone had any answers to these situations. Chad quickly recognized that he too had similar desires and a solution could be very profitable. Chad was already working as a research assistant on classified projects designed to remotely control insects. They were attached with micro cameras, transmitters and sensors to become electronic bugs used by the military and law enforcement. It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine adapting some of these technologies toward a solution. It took most of his years in graduate school to perfect his cockring technology. The same technology he used today. The set up costs to develop and manufacture the cockrings was beyond his capabilities and that was when Doc came into the picture. He had the resources and connections to get the manufacturing done. Without Doc the whole business plan would be a bust as no cockring alpha studs would be available, connected or controlled. The special invitation to Alpha STUDS service was marketed directly to registered members in the specific market area. STUDS or Submissive, Temporarily Unconstrained, and Dominated Subjects. The offer indicated the service essentially provided the client with alpha males who were temporarily unconstrained and dominated by sex needs and submissive to the client’s desires during a prescribed sexual encounter. As a STUDS subscriber you will have access to Alpha Males in key market areas across the US. The initial membership fee was set high enough to discourage those who weren't serious about using the service. The additional fee was base upon the requirements for the connection. A sliding scale that was negotiated when the member defined the activities. It promised a controlled experience, custom designed to their needs, with a satisfaction guarantee. They opened the first market, Washington DC, in February and added a new market area monthly for the first several months. Profits grew quickly as they added New York, Boston, and Charlotte markets and then the three south eastern markets a few months ago. He just hoped that the membership growth would continue for the three new areas. With a total of ten markets open he was just over half way toward completing this phase of his marketing plan. However, the delay in both Minneapolis and Seattle acquisitions were likely to cause him to miss his financial goal for next year unless he could find some way to accelerate the schedule. He checked on Brian's data and realized he'd come along well enough that the ID for the website could be sent out. That would help get him on his way toward production much sooner than the plan of early next year. Secretly he wanted to provide Brian additional opportunities with clients that would guarantee his option of monitoring and gathering additional data on the 'glitch' in the system. Also it would be fun to see if Brian uses his free membership and what he puts into his profile. "Dam! Someone wants Eric already. I knew he'd be in hot demand, but it's only been a few minutes." Chad reviewed Jerry's STUDS member profile and then he began to monitor the chat dialog in progress with Eric. <'going to be Chicago soon, would love to connect with hot top like you' >'that's me, total top, what are you looking for' <'want a man, not a boy to satisfy me' >'no problem there' <'just know I don't want a dump and go quickie, need to enjoy some quality time' >'you'll be satisfied, plenty' The arrangements were made and then Jerry sent in his STUDS form expressing his agenda of needs and wants for the evening. He wasn't sure how well a new STUDS Chicago alpha would work out, but the promise of his total satisfaction was worth the cost. Chad set the parameters into the system for Eric's meeting with Jerry. He entered the time and date of the event and made adjustments that would ensure Jerry enjoyed at least four hot fucking sessions during his evening as requested. Jerry was tired of men who promised an evening of hot sex only to blow one load and be done for the night. Like he told Eric, he wasn't into quickies. Chad knew that the system would make sure Eric delivered as promised, one way or another. Jerry arrived in Chicago and checked into the hotel. A quick email to Eric provided the room number. Then he jumped into the shower to clean up and get ready. He put on his sweats, gym shoes and a head band. "Looks like I'm ready for my trainer." He said to himself in the mirror as he lightly squeezed his dick. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Jerry called out. "It’s your trainer, Eric." Jerry opens the door and in walked Eric with gym bag in hand. Wearing warm-up pants with snaps up the side, an unzipped warm up jacket over a string tank top that clearly revealed his powerful chest. His chiseled good looks drove Jerry wild and reminded him of a movie star. "Quaid, Dennis Quaid, that’s who you look like." Jerry blurted out as his heart pounded. He was quickly getting aroused with the images of what he and this stud were going to do. "Yeah I get that a lot. I need to do an evaluation on you first." Eric played his role very cool and professional. "Get those clothes off so I can see what I've got to work with." Jerry striped out of his sweats quickly and stands facing Eric. Eric produced a tape measure and began with the neck. He took a measurement and wrote it down on a form that had an outline of a mans body. Eric proceeded from head to toe until he had completed the form. Then he looked it over, made a couple of notes on it and eyed Jerry once more. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." Eric takes off his jacket and then his tank top. He reaches out and puts Jerry's hand on his shoulders. "Feel them." Jerry did as he was told. "Now my pecs." Jerry lowered his hands and felt the muscles flex beneath his palms. "You want to have a body like this?" "Yes, I do." Replied Jerry nervously. He wondered where this was going. He'd requested this role play but didn't get into details so it could play out as a surprise. Eric didn't show any sexual interest in Jerry. Instead he acted like a real trainer. Jerry's hand drifted lower across Eric’s abs which felt tight and firm. "You'll need to sign a release form before I can give you Personal Training. It's standard legal stuff." Eric twisted to pick it up from the table and hand it to Jerry. As he did, Jerry's hand deliberately slipped and brushed across Eric's groin. The cock inside felt so good. He yearned for it, moved his hand back quickly and tied to give it a light squeeze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Eric acted pissed. "You really want training or my dick?" Eric tossed the form on the floor. "I... I...just thought.." Jerry wasn't sure anymore if this was a real trainer or part of the role play. "That's what I thought; you guys are all the same. Just lookin to get fucked by a hot muscular stud." He pushes Jerry back onto the bed. Then grabs the waist band of his warm up pants and with one quick motion, the snaps pop as he rips them off revealing nothing underneath. His dick leaps to attention as he moves toward Jerry, who was just starting to sit up on the edge of the bed. Jerry opens his mouth and slowly sucks the warm dick deep inside. Inch by inch it disappears inside as Jerry's tongue performs its magic on the hard shaft. Eric begins to moan as his pleasure mounts. He pushes Jerry back, grabs his legs at the knee and swiftly puts them on his shoulders. He quickly applies some lube to his dick and slides it into Jerry's ready manhole. It didn't take more than half a dozen strokes before his cum shot wildly into the warm chamber. He roughly withdrew his still dripping dick, turned, walked into the bathroom and begins to shower himself clean. Jerry wasn't sure what just happened. This wasn't what he planned and he'd paid too much for the evening to be over all ready. He calls out to Eric. "You're not done are you?" "Dam right, you got what you wanted. Got me off even quicker than I thought you would. Hope you enjoyed it." Eric continued to soap up his chest. "I had hoped for a lot more than a quickie. I thought I made that clear to you." "Sorry dude, that's all I have, see." He turns showing his flaccid dick. "Totally spent." "I'm sure a man like you has more than one load for me." Taking Eric's dick in his hand and like magic it begins to quicken again. Rapidly getting even harder than the first time. "Not bad, not bad at all, I think I can help you out." He smirked as he threw Eric's words back at him. "Fuck! How'd you do that to me? Eric was truly shocked, thinking Jerry had worked some magic on him and totally unaware that the cockring was doing its job. He was so hard and horny that he wanted to fuck Jerry again. Jerry joined him in the shower as he continued to work over Eric's dick. Stroking it end to end as he kissed Eric all over. He was driving Eric wild, taking him to the edge and backing off time and again. Eric was stunned, he felt unusually helpless as if under a spell. "I've got to cum." Begged Eric. "Please, I need release." Jerry turned his back to Eric and braced his hand on the shower wall. "Now for your next exercise, let see how well you can pump off several long slow sets." He braced himself ready for what was about to come. Eric slowly entered Jerry's tight ass as the warm water pelted both their bodies. This time feeling every inch slowly as he pressed forward. It felt so good. "Man, it's never felt like this before. You feel so, hot." "It pays to take your time." Jerry was enjoying this slow penetration, knowing that he was in control. "Now, stud, feel my grip as you try and slowly withdraw your cock." Jerry gripped inside holding tightly and making it difficult for Eric to pull out." "FUCK!" Eric struggled. "I can't." "Oh yes, you can." Jerry released his grip. "Now do it again." They continued the slow insertion and gripping extraction time after time. Both were building quickly to the point of no return. The water was turning icy cold as their breathing became labored as their hearts beat rapidly. Jerry pulled away, turned and grabbed Eric's dick and squeezed it as his load surged forth. He continued to milk Eric until the pulsing subsided. They both finished up in the shower, taking turns soaping and washing each others bodies. They stepped out and dried off wrapping the towels around themselves. Once in the main room they sat on the edge of the bed as they had a drink and chatted a bit. Eric still couldn't figure out how Jerry had gotten him going again. Jerry skirted around the issue. He said he knew certain techniques that usually worked in these situations. "Well, I'm glad you did. That was so totally hot for me." "I'm enjoying it too." Jerry added. "I'm not done with you yet." "You're kidding right? You can't possibly expect me to perform again this qui ..." Eric stopped short of finishing his sentence as he felt his dick rapidly awakening. "I knew you had it in you." Jerry stated as he placed his hand on Eric's tenting towel. "This time I get to ride you." He pushed Eric onto his back and pulled open the towel as he tossed his own towel aside. Eric's dick stood at attention, pulsing and throbbing. Eric was already breathing harder. His emotions taken into high gear by his third erection in less than three hours. Jerry squatted over the stake and slowly lowered himself until just the head was inside. "Think you're ready for some more slow torture?" He toyed with Eric. "Fuck man, I don't know how long I can stand it." "How does this feel?" Jerry's ass slowly started undulating pulling Eric inside bit by bit. It was like his dick was slowly being sucked inside a machine. Devoured an inch at a time by Jerry's talented ass muscles. "Nooooooo, noooo, nooo, I can't stand it anymore. I feel so helpless under your control." "You're doing great stud." "Noooo, I got to get relief! I can't take much more of this. You got to let me cum." "I don't got, to let you do anything." Jerry boldly stated in a commanding voice. "I'm the trainer in control now and you'll cum when I'm ready to let you." Jerry was feeling powerful. He knew now that the system was somehow assisting him. Making Eric submit to his control by feeling helpless beneath him. Eric was at the mercy of his raging sexual pleasure and desires. His dick truly controlled him at this point. His dick and the signals sent by the system through the cockring. Jerry was addicted to the pleasure he was receiving from the cock now deep up inside of him. He too longed for his climax as he began stroking his own hard on in rhythm to his riding Eric. Faster and faster he continued to jack himself off. Faster and faster he rode Eric. His leg muscles burned from the constant squatting motion, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Jerry felt his cum well up inside of him, until he couldn't stand it any longer. His body tensed as his muscles tightened and his emotions erupted until in last gasp he shot his load all over Eric. When his muscles tightened that last time, so did his grip on Eric's dick which erupted deep inside of him. The two collapsed together totally exhausted and spent. It took them several minutes to recover any strength at all. Eric pulled Jerry close and the two kissed and caressed each other as they enjoyed what they both had experienced. "Well, I guess I'd best be on my way." Eric got up out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up once again. Jerry rolled over onto his stomach and watched the reflection of the powerful man in the mirror cleaning himself up at the sink. I don't know how STUDS was doing it, but so far it is making this night everything I had specified. Then he suddenly remembers that meant there was one more erection left before Eric would be done. "No fucking way!" Eric cursed as he made his way back to the bed. "Look, I'm fucking hard again. What the hell is going on?" "I wanted you again." Jerry said teasingly as he raised his ass up. "You're not kidding, are you? How the hell did you know?" "It was just part of my plan for a perfect evening." Jerry smirked, pleased that he was actually going to get everything he wanted. Eric slowly entered Jerry's hot ass the way he had just learned from his new Trainer. He knew just how to please his bottom and didn't want it any other way. Somehow he knew Jerry was in control and pleasing him totally was the only way that he'd get relief himself. "Man, that ass of yours has such a power over my dick." "That it does my friend, and it loves what you're doing." "Fuck, it feels so tight inside. I can feel you gripping inch by inch. It's so erotic. I never realize how hot it can be." "Now you know how to please your master." Jerry realized he may have slipped up using that term. "Master?" Eric repeated questioningly. "Guess the roles have kind of been reversed ever since I pumped that first load into you so quickly." "You learn quickly, Eric. That's good." Jerry loved the sense of power he had over such a hot, top stud. He was master; the top was slave, what a nice twist. He knew he wanted to do this again. Only next time he'd have even far grander plans in store. "Ugh... Sir, may I cum now?" Eric played up the slave role. "You'd better or I'll keep you here all night." Jerry fired back, half joking as he himself was getting a bit raw from all the action. But, oh, it felt so good. Eric pulled out shooting his load all over Jerry's back and Jerry shot yet another load onto the bed before collapsing in exhaustive relief. They both cleaned up and agreed to meet up again, next time he was in town. Eric finally left feeling totally exhilarated at the entire experience. He didn't have a clue that this connection was any different from any other he'd been involved in. However, he did realize that he had more erotic fun than usual, learned a lot from his experience with Jerry and enjoyed it all. The next morning Jerry logged into the website and completed his satisfaction survey as required to maintain his membership. He indicated he was 100% satisfied with the service and the evening fulfilling his request. He then used the comments section to praise Eric and to request information about the locations were other alpha males were available. With all the traveling his job demanded he hope for more intense pleasure. He was startled to receive an almost instant replay that indicated the locations of all the current cities where services were available. He didn't travel often to most of them but the last entry in the list caught his eye. Minneapolis was listed as available after the first of the year. His cock leaped at the prospect. He had regular monthly business in Minneapolis.

Norris lived in the country for years and frequented a local run-down gym he loved so much he would have bought stakes in it probably. Unfortunately, the economy took its toll on it since the memberships dried up. It ended up closing and it left him without a place to pump iron on a daily basis. He was beginning to make huge gains there too, but alas he was left stranded. His friend, Asa, went searching for another gym close to them that could have the same type of appeal and thinks that maybe he has found one. He tells him to prepare for the neighborhood though because it will surprise him. He is alarmed at the size of the men coming out of this gym and can't help but to feel great about his chances of liking it. He enters the lobby and sees how rusty and run down it is. Some guys at that moment would have turned around and left, but this is exactly what he is looking for. Asa has a similar way of thinking so they both decide to go and look around. A manager gives them both a tour and it doesn't take long for the two gymrats to sign on the dotted line to join. Instead of going back to their apartment to get their gear which is several miles from the gym, they decide to just wing it and take their shirts off and to start pumping some iron. They go to different parts of the gym so they can focus on different routines. Norris places the same amount of plates on the bar that he always did at the other gym and starts repping the weight. The sound of the weights gets him so hyped up and he does another set. He notices that his brain gets quite stimulated when he pushes the weight up and down onto his chest. He feels his pecs swell larger the more he reps. He finds this intriguing so he goes over to do some dumbbell curls and they pump up higher too. He squeezes each dumbbell and watches the biceps grow into huge softballs. It gets his cock excited to the point that he can feel his balls filling up with cum. He can’t believe how much gratification he is getting from each part of his routine. Normally, he would only work one or two body parts per day, but this place makes him want to work all of them. He decides to go work legs next. He moans as he attempts leg lifts as his quads grow bigger with each set. His quads now appear to be pushing his shorts up to his waist. His cock is beginning to snake its way out of his shorts. He looks over in the corner where Asa is working out and sees the same thing happening to him. His back is wider and his butt is pushing its way out of his pants. He turns around as Norris’s eyes go straight to his massive chest, where he is met with enormous pecs with huge silver dollar nipples. He rubs the thick body hair sitting on them. He grins as he sees him looking and starts licking his lips. He motions for him to come over and help him with something. It is fairly late so it is just the two of them in the gym. Norris takes his shorts off to expose his new foot long which dangles hard in front of him. Asa follows suit as his 10-incher also dangles. Both men start stroking each other and licking each other’s growing muscles. Asa’s tongue travels its way down to Norris’s thickly muscled hairy abs before finding his wet cock. It has been dribbling its goo all over a bench in front of him. He slowly licks the side of his foot long and is working his way up to the head. He moans in his deep manly voice as he puts his hands behind Asa’s head to move down on him. He gulps down on his mammoth member before pushing it all the way in. Norris can feel Asa’s rod leaking heavily on his feet now. He quickly shoots ropes of cum down his eager gullet as it makes his servicer’s balls swell bigger making more additional cum for him. Norris pulls out of him and gets down on his knees to service Asa’s cock. He manages to go all the way down too as he sucks vigorously. His enormous amount of seed goes down without a hitch as his energy level goes through the roof. The two growing studs can't help stop thinking about throwing around more weight on all the racks and machines. Norris goes back to the other side of the gym still nude with his hard-on and starts doing reps on the pec deck. He feels the muscle fibers in both pecs stretching the skin and slowly filling up the space between him and the arms on the machine. He is so jacked up that his giant cock is oozing its spunk onto the floor and his thick quads. Asa is putting every plate on the leg press and goes to pump out a few reps. Each individual rep is making his quads react in a way that he can hear the muscles contracting and expanding. His huge cock is lying on his slab shaped abs and spilling its jelly all over his bouncing pecs. He rubs his fingers in it and spreads it all over his chest making it look all greased up. He even takes a little bit and dribbles it on his tongue. He growls as he tastes the sweet and sourness of it. He gets up to go over to the Preacher machine to do a few curls. The instant he picks up the stacked bar, his veins and blood vessels swell and grow in size along with the muscles stretching his forearms. He grunts loudly and sexually as he pumps his arms up with each rep. His biceps are thicker and denser now than they were before. He is feeling amazing as a result and realizes that he is able to arch his back to the point that he lean down and lick the head of his engorged cock. He manages to stick the entire head in his mouth and starts sucking it putting himself close to the edge. He squeezes his aching balls while he does this to make them move. Norris can hear the sucking sound of his mouth on his cock and it makes him moan in his deep voice. Asa picks up the pace as he gets louder and the cum starts to leave his huge balls. He feels his load rushing into his mouth and stops moving to feel his balls contracting. The loud gulping sounds coming from Asa makes Norris want to cum too. He moves from the pec deck over to a Smith machine and starts doing lunges. This exercise makes him feel like he is stroking his cock as it bounces with every rep. As the barbell sits on his back, he feels his shoulders thicken up as back grows wider. His ass and quads start reacting to the exercise and it makes him have to readjust as they grow. His grunts get louder as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. Asa is watching this occur the entire time he is sitting across the gym. He knows that his training partner is getting ready to blow so he jumps up really quick to race over to him to catch his seed. He manages to find an area underneath Norris to catch whatever he loses. The standing lifter slows his pace down to make each lunge more erotic than the last. His loud moans make Asa growl as the anticipation makes his cock leak again. His thick neck grows wider as well as his throat to accommodate Norris’s massive cock which is going deeper inside. He is deep throating him now as he awaits the huge load. He does one last prolonged lunge to blast his load inside his stomach. The excitement makes Asa shoot another load spontaneously on to his own body. Rather than being spent though, the two giants feel as if they could do this forever. Their bodies never seem to run out of sperm since every load they shoot is thick and powerful. They have grown quite considerably since they walked into that gym. It doesn't seem like it will stop anytime soon either. Asa remains on the ground as Norris slowly pulls his cock out of his mouth. They smile at each other as the cum is still oozing out of their cockheads. They both eventually embrace and kiss each other. Without making any decisions about what to do next, they both look around the gym again and wonder if they should stop lifting. They turn to look back at each other and just wink. Part 2 is here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/2353-gym-equipment-part-2-mystery-man-among-us/

Sorry this took so long but I wanted to draw your attention with some loving pups. I wasn't going to accept this till I couldn't write this without cum soaking my undergarments Enjoy! Comments and Feedback very welcome! Dedicated to godofjurai. Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1985-the-bears-cub-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2044-the-bears-cub-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2154-the-bears-cub-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2248-the-bears-cub-part-4/ Part 5 The journey to the upstairs rooms was a frenzy of deep kissing and skin rubbing as the four of us traveled up the stairs. In front, Taker was up ahead, rubbing the large bulge in his tight jeans as he went up step by step. In back, Balls was getting ready by looking at the bouncing of Donut’s muscles in his tight, small work out shorts. As for me and Donut, we were a mix of emotions as our mouths were pressed against each others and our tongues were tangoing, Donut’s much bigger one dominating the space between us. Speaking of between us, my cock was red and angry beneath my newly bought pajama pants as it was rubbed by the big and hard forms on Donut’s muscular gut. I was truly feeling every moment move slowly around us as my mind was consumed by Donut’s presence and sexual prowess. He was like a sex machine! The stairs were made wide and tall, clearly to contain people as big as Bear and Donut and any other large giants in the house if they wanted to make it to the long, wide hallway. I didn’t even concentrate or get to see it at the time as my mouth was full and my eyes were closed. We only broke our kiss long enough for Donut to see the doorframe to one of the 7 doors and duck, his 7’8 height coming back into view as he stood full mast in the new room. The moment we were inside, my nose was filled with the smell of man. A LOT of man. The entire room was white with white lights coming from the ceiling to shine down on nothing but a large blue wrestling mat and a large metal drawer at the other end of the room. I only got to look for a moment before Donut put a finger beneath my chin and turned my head back to him. “Eyes on your big bro, Cub” he said before leaning in and deeply kissing me again. It was like a little spark ignited every time his tongue spun around in my mouth. Before I knew it, I knew it, I found myself on the mat and RIIIIP. My new pants were useless as they’d been torn right off my body with a quick pull from Donut’s big arms. He just chuckled in the middle of our kiss before detaching for a moment. “Don’t worry, us big, horny pups go through clothes like tissue paper” he said before continuing the kiss. Taker had closed the door behind us before also taking off his pants, making him now fully nude. Balls was behind Donut, his muscular arms wrapped around Donut’s chest as he dry humped him. “Come on, Donut. We want some, too.” I was a willing play thing now as Donut released the kiss, smiled and, with his monster strength, spun me around till my head was facing his body and my own body were pointing away. I could still see Donut’s smile before he continued our session with an amazing upside down kiss. It reminded me of one of the Spiderman movies at the time. I began to lift my arms out to touch Donut’s beautiful pale muscles and hairy face but I was halted when a big shadow came around and pressed my arms down against the mat. I stopped the kiss with Donut to look down and find Balls in nothing but a tight wear of black boxerbriefs that were barely containing what looked like Pringles can and two HUGE balls that could have been confused for grapefruits. His muscular body was a testament to any greek statue I’d ever seen in my life as the tight muscles flexed with his movements. “I think we need the lube, Taker” he said before he bent his arms, his hands still holding me down, and started a slow climb from my chest down. Everything was an electric touch to me as I felt Balls’s full lips pressed against my chest and going down till he found a happy trail of dark hair going down my faint lower abs. “Mmmm, Cub’s already getting his fur” he said with a grin before sticking his tongue out and, achingly slowly, went from my stomach, up to my chest, and back down till he found my angry 7 inch cock aiming for the sky. I moaned and groaned as my entire body was being assaulted with all these tricks to get me closer to climax. All of which were working perfectly. My mouth was refilled with Donut as he leaned in and kissed me passionately. As we were playing on the mat, Taker was taking a BIG lube bottle and filling his hands with the clear liquid like he was using baby oil on a toddler. Taker moved in with a devilish smile on his face. “Mmmm, he looks like he’s pretty ready” he said, seeing the angry cock bouncing back and forth as Balls kissed the head. “Yeah, time to flip the little guy over” he said. Before I knew it, Donut had grabbed my arms and Balls had my legs. I was flipped like a pancake and had my ass up and defenseless as I laid on my stomach. “You can get him first, Taker” Balls said as he moved out of the way and left my ass defenseless and undefended. Taker came in like a hawk as he rubbed his hands in the lube like it was hand sanitizer. “Here I come, Cub” he said before grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart with his powerful arms. “That looks delicious. Looks like Bear’s already gotten you initiated but you’re still so tight looking” he said with a grin. I was only mildly prepared as I felt 2 fingers were stuffed into my ass, my mouth making an O shape as my back arched. Donut quickly grabbed my back with his big hand and pressed me back down, kissing my it as he held me down. I moaned and grunt as I felt a third finger getting shoved into my ass. After 10 minutes of shoving four thick fingers into my ass, Taker made a face. “Dammit! This is one tough pup! No matter how much I shove my fingers in, he’s still as tight as a little rubberband.” As Taker said this, the door to the room opened and what sounded like tennis shoes tapped against the ground as someone came in. “Hey, guys! I’m headed out! I don’t got enough time to talk to my bro so one of you will have to do it. Baseball practice is going to be in about 30 minutes.” Taker looked up and smiled as one of their pup brothers came in. “Great timing, Slugger. We got a little surprise for you.” I tried to look around Donut’s big crouched body but it was useless. The pup who came around had to get around his big body to see me. When he came around, my jaw dropped. A man wearing a baseball uniform was looking down at me. He wasn’t as big as any of the other pups but he was definitely big in my book as he stood at what had to be 6’6 with a toned, muscular body pressed against the white of the uniform. “Oh, shit. Is that our new little brother?” he asked with a smile as he came around and began to rub my back. He was so beautiful me as he looked over my body. His eyes were a grayish blue that like a bluish slate color. His nose was somewhat defined but not so much that it would be called muscular. He had the hottest dimples and cheeks thanks to his high cheek bones. His legs were big and tensed as he bent down, blocking me from seeing his crotch but I could tell he was liking what he saw as his somewhat tanned skin reddened a little from arousal. I looked lower and could see his tennis shoes but DAMN. He had really big feet for someone his size. “Lemme guess. Too tight?” he asked with a matter of fact smile. Taker laughed. “Yeah, you think you can open him up?” he asked. Suddenly, a group laugh occurred that was both hot and odd as their deep voices made my ears vibrate. When they stopped, the pup named Slugger took a thick hand and slapped my defenseless ass. “Mmmmmmm, I’ll take care of this little cherry. Stand back.” Donut was still holding my back down but Taker and Balls had backed away to give their friend some space. I couldn’t see behind me but I should have been more horrified as Slugger pulled off his uniform jacket, revealing an amazingly sculpted chest and hairy abs. “Hey, Cub. I’m Slugger. 2nd in command to the baseball team. Thing is, these guys call me Slugger for a whole other reason.” I did my best to look around and could make out his beautiful body but that wasn’t what grabbed my attention. Slugger was smiling down at me with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, looking down on a new conquest that was going to be victim to the HUGE bulge between his legs. I was amazed his pants were holding as his pants bulged with what looked like a long beer can punched into them. “Better get these pants off before I get too big” he said as he dropped them and was wearing nothing except an overstuffed jockstrap that wasn’t supporting his balls as dark crotch hair leaked out of the sides. I was scared for my life as Slugger got on his knees and leaned in as his jockstrap tore and the pounch fell forward. My ass was defenseless from that massive bat. “16 inches of fun, Cub. Get ready for the ride of your life!” With that, Slugger leaned in and pulled my ass apart again to find my ass. I felt throes of pleasure as I felt a light kiss before a bulbous object was pressed against my hole. “Just relax, I’m only going to stretch you out a little” he said with a grin before he made a gentle thrust forward. Everything in me tensed but I quickly relaxed in fear of getting ripped open instead of pulled open. “Yeah, that’s it, Cub” Slugger said as he pushed in deeper but slowly. I was feeling real pain as my virgin ass was being penetrated by cock for the first time but I hadn’t expected it as a wave of pleasure filled my body. My cock was tensing beneath me as I felt a kind of glide on Slugger’s cock as he gave me a few seconds of pleasure and pain. My first cock and the one in me was just getting thicker the more went down! Before I knew it, we were halfway through when Slugger laughed a little. “Try not to bite your tongue off.” Suddenly, Slugger pushed in a little harder and I was being filled much faster than I had planned. My mouth made an O-shape as the pain and pleasure both came at the same time as I must have hit the truly thick part of Slugger’s dick. It was like a baseball bat hand actually been shoved up my ass the way it filled me to the brim and kept going. I felt Slugger’s cock hit a threshold before continuing on, my ass was the source of pleasure and pain that was reaching every part of me and only getting more intense as we progressed. I grabbed at the mat till my hands were red but it wasn’t enough. The cock inside me was just getting thicker and thicker as the last few inches came and went. I thought I was going to black out from sensory overload when we finally came close to the hilt. I’d never felt so much pain and pleasure in my life and it was sending me over the edge as 13 inches was the stopping point. “Hmmm, we’re going to have to beef you up if you want to take me hole, Cub. You’re so damn tight and small, I just want to go on and on.” With that, Slugger leaned in and placed his arms outside of mine, hovering above me like a big, muscular umbrella. “Oh god, all aboard” he said through clenched teeth as he also was feeling the most amazing pleasure pulling out a little and then pushing back in. I grunted with each thrust as the sex progressed and my own cock was reaching climax. “Oh fuck” I whispered through bared teeth as I was pile drived by one of the thickest cocks I’d ever seen. “Fuck…..fuck……fuck…fuck….fuck…fuck…fuck!” Donut kissed my forehead as he held me down before coming in to lock lips with Slugger. Taker and Balls were looking from side view as Taker and Balls had already pulled out their own big cocks while pumping at full speed. “Ugh…..ugh….ugh…ugh” grunted Slugger when his kiss with Donut ended. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Cub. UGH!” It came like a wave as Slugger arched his back and his cock released what had to be a truly monstrous load. My insides were filling quickly as Slugger’s cock throbbed, his eye rolled to the back of his head. Slugger grunted as he dropped his full load into me like a pump set on high. Taker and Balls were a sight as they were both holding themselves up with the wall, their cocks shooting big loads up onto their own chests. My guess was as good as anyone’s as to how much cum they were producing with those big balls before they finally had stopped shooting at 30 seconds. The torrents Slugger unleashed were probably painting my insides white for a full minute before he stopped grunting and fell to his elbows, doing his best to keep his weakened, muscular pelvis from thrusting deeper into me and shoving more cock in than I was ready for into my stretched ass. “Fuck….. you’ve got one sexy ass right there, Cub” he said before kissing me on the back of my neck. “I’m coming back for more, Cub. We’re going to open you wide for Bear. I promise you that.” Before I could reach out and grab him, my mind suddenly longing nothing but that ungodly endowed man, he was already walking away, his uniform in hand as his big, strong looking glutes tightened and bounced with his stride and his big cock slapped against his thighs visibly. “Fuck, blew out another jock” he said as he closed the door behind him. Donut leaned further over me and kissed my sore ass, cum leaking slightly out of it as it lay there stretched. “Mmmm, can’t wait till I can get a piece of that” he said as he was the only one who hadn’t come. “But I’m gonna save you for when you’re up and ready and want me to, Cub. You’re looking tired after we had to sick Slugger on ya.” With that, Donut sat up in front of me and I looked in between his legs to see a massive cock, red as a tomato, angry and looking ready to blow the way his balls tightened on his lap and it swelled a bit thicker. “Here, we got to go after this but I thought you ought to see why they call me Donut” he said as he began to pump faster than I’d have thought such a gigantic arm could. “You know what my favorite kind of donut is?” With some deep grunting, Donut went from looking down at me to spreading his legs and throwing his head back as his cock reached the edge. “Jelly filled, UGH!” With that, Donut’s cock swelled thicker and, with an amazing arc, Donut’s cock fired a massive load of cum up into the air and almost hit the ceiling! As it came down, I opened my mouth and, willingly, opened my mouth receive the succulent nectar that was Donut’s cream. I’d never wanted some sweet custard in my life. To Be Continued

-I will post the whole story little by little to create some suspence. Sorry if there are mistakes, not clear things or not idiomatic expression, as I am not a native speaker. I hope you enjoy: This is a story of a skinny boy. His name was Paul. He was very short compared with the guys of his age and his skin was very pale. At school he was very good at science. He learned to build little machines and robots by himself. Machine design was his passion. On one occasion, after school, as he was walking next to a gym, three guys near the entrance, who looked very muscular, stared at him and started laughing. They shouted: -What an ugly boy you are! You are so little and skinny! Look at us! We are muscular and sexy! You are a loser nerd! You are hideous! Paul started crying and ran fast away. What they told him was awful. -How dare they!- shouted the boy. Paul remembered that on each of their T-shirts there was written one name: Carl, Chris and Christopher. -They must be their names- thought Paul. Carl was quite big, Chris was bigger and Christopher was huge. -Tomorrow I will take another path to avoid them- said he to himself. And so he did, but, while he was walking on the paviment, a car slew down beside him. They were the three guys of the previous day. -Look at you. You are hideous! See this guns? And they started flexing. Then they laughed very meanly and drove fast away. -What?!- said Paul. -How did they know I was going to be here?- asked the boy himself. -That's enough!- he exclaimed. -They cannot get away with this. They will pay for it!-. Paul thought up a plan to avenge himself. He worked hard for half an year and, while Carl, Chris and Christopher were going on mocking him and pumping their muscles, Paul's project came to an end. To be continued...

While Freddie and Paul continue to worship each other’s thick pecs, two of the onlookers take their clothes off to join them. The two huge studs can feel hands massaging them on their backsides and do little to continue milking each other’s incredibly huge muscle tits. One of the men happens to slap his cock up against Freddie’s hole which makes the giant react. He grabs the guy by his arm and pushes the long pole inside him. Paul growls as he does the same thing with the other guy’s rod. Both of the smaller men yell in delight as they feel their cocks being shoved all the way inside their dominant partners. The two men pump their cocks vigorously inside their hosts as they worship them with their small arms and taste their massive partners’ hairy wet skin which has been stretched to its limits. Paul chews on Freddie’s nips again which starts to leak its thick milky juices down his chest and over his thick purplish cockhead which throbs wildly against his huge hairy partner. The huge sucker laughs as he squeezes the other nipple showering his small top with Freddie’s milk. The eager fucker tries to catch as much in his mouth as possible as the one fucking Freddie tries to reach down to squeeze Paul’s hairy tits. He tries to get it at an angle so he can be fed too. The huge stud pushes the small man’s hands away and stops sucking on Freddie’s leaky man boobs. He starts to bounce harder on his small top’s cock making the man moan louder and pushing himself closer to the edge. Freddie follows suit making his own top do the same thing as Paul’s. They both wink at each other as they feel both small men buckling from behind as they shoot their massive loads inside the hairy beasts. They both sigh as they smile at each other and lean in to kiss longingly on their lips as they rub their massive pecs together leaking more milk down their bodies. The fluid runs down their huge thighs and drips slowly on to the wet shower floor. The two smaller men fall on the ground exhausted as their giant hosts continue to make out from beneath the shower head. Once they finish making out, Paul turns off the water in the stall and goes over to get a towel for both of them. They dry off and reach down to pick up their admirers in their arms. The two small men are still limp from the sex which makes Freddie and Paul smile as they take them over to the nearby lockers to sit them down. The men try to get back up but are unable to move and eventually pass out. Freddie goes to put his hand on one of them but Paul leans over to whisper in his ear to not bother them because him and Freddie have some work to do. The two men put some fresh robes on and waddle their way into the nearby exam room where Hauser is sitting taking notes. He laughs as he sees the two giant men together. He asks Freddie if he is feeling a lot better now which warrants a major response from the huge muscleman. Paul pats him on the back and even gives him another kiss which makes Hauser moan as he sees them getting more comfortable. He tells Freddie that he is glad that he has so much chemistry with Paul because he wants him to participate on their next formula. Freddie grins as Hauser motions for him to sit over on the exam table again from before but to lie on his back. He says the same thing to Paul since there is another table on the other side of the room. The huge hairy man gets up from his desk chair and strips down to his tight red boxers as he walks over to Freddie’s table. He leans down to massage the stud’s cock with his tongue as it quickly grows in his mouth. He moans tasting the pre starting to flow almost immediately down his throat. He pulls it out of his mouth so the river will flow down the sides of Freddie’s cock. He retrieves a bottle from behind Freddie’s head and has him hold it as he goes over to do the same thing with his lover Paul’s cock. His cock also starts to flow precum as he gives him a bottle too. The two men feel their balls filling up quickly prompting Hauser to pull his own underwear down so he can stroke his massive cock. Seeing that they will have trouble holding back from the volcano building up inside their ballsacs, he motions for Paul to grab his bottle and mosey his ass over to where he is so that he can collect both of their loads together. As the huge trio get into more comfortable positions, they slap their cocks against each other and rub their rivers of precum together creating a giant puddle on the floor. It is so thick that Hauser collects it into each one of the jugs he gave to them earlier. The three men massage each other’s massive muscles as both Paul and Hauser stand over Freddie who is still lying on the exam table. After filling the two jugs halfway full of thick precum, Hauser motions for the other two to start stroking their cocks with their hands until they can feel their loads moving up into their cocks. He strokes his own cock as he feels a giant load building up inside his balls. They all moan loudly as they simultaneously feel their jizz moving rapidly through them. Freddie sits up quickly as he feels the thick river rushing out his cock slit. The thick goo splashes Paul and Hauser before flowing down inside both containers. Paul’s huge load has a similar reaction as it hits Freddie in the chest first before pouring down into both jugs. Hauser quickly follows as his yells lead to the biggest load of all making his huge tree trunk quads tremble as his enormous eruption nearly overflows from both jugs. He places the sticky jugs on his desk as the three men decide to gobble down the remaining cum spilling from each other’s rods. They take turns sucking and squeezing each last drop out of each other before it finally runs dry. They wrestle on the floor afterwards and tussle with each other drenched in puddles of pre that is still scattered all over the floor. Each one of them takes turns licking off the sticky goo dripping down each other’s massively hairy bodies before they finally take a few minutes to just collect themselves. Hauser gets back up off the ground to put his underwear back on and grabs the jugs before rushing down the hall and into the nearby laboratory. As he goes inside, Freddie and Paul can hear another voice yelling out like they are in shock. They both get up quickly to grab their robes to go see what is going on from inside the lab. A fairly muscled man in a lab suit sits next to a computer with a startled look on his face before turning to stare at all three of them. He smiles great big as he runs a couple of fingers down the sides of both jugs before tasting the mixture. He speaks with Hauser for a couple of minutes before taking the jugs and puts them inside a shaking machine to mix the specimens up. Hauser tells them that the man needs his space so he can work on their newest protein shake and that they all need to go clean up again after their session in the exam room. Of course the only way to do it properly is to do it separately so they don’t indulge in any more sex. Both Freddie and Paul wonder if those two men are still sitting in front of their lockers. When they pass the locker area by, the two men are still passed out from exhaustion. Once again Freddie wants to go over and help them but Paul tells him to leave them be since Hauser will most likely want to test the new protein formula on them. Freddie looks at him and nods his head in agreement before the two giants go into the shower area again setting up in different stalls. Hauser has already finished his shower as the two men enter. He tells them both to behave so they can clean up and meet him in his office so they can discuss the next move on their new product. When they finish, they retrieve new robes and put the old ones in the laundry hamper beside the shower area. The two men in the locker area finally come to again and slowly move their way inside the showers. They get into separate stalls to wash themselves off and appear to be quite groggy. Paul tells Freddie to go ahead and meet with Hauser in his office so he can take care of the two other guys. Freddie gives him a sly wink, but Paul assures him that nothing funny will happen. After a few seconds, the big studs go their separate directions. Before going into Hauser’s office, Freddie moves past to peek in on the lab tech just to see what is going on. He notices that the well-built stud is lightly tasting the concoction and is typing some formula into his computer. Before he can turn around, he is met by Hauser’s huge chest which nearly suffocates him. The big man shakes his head in disbelief and pulls Freddie into his office. He sits him down in one of the chairs and stares at him. He says that the tech is his best friend Francis and that his body is all natural in case he wanted to know. He got his muscles the old-fashioned way and only tastes the formulas for his research. He documents the effects that they have on his own muscles which sometimes can be quite interesting. He imagines that this formula will be a bit strong and may result in some major growth in Francis if he isn’t careful. He winks at Freddie and tells him not to bother him because he knows that any kind of distraction will throw off his concentration. Paul rushes into the office and tells Hauser that the two men they were fooling around with are about to leave. Hauser tells him to bring them into his office so he can speak to them and has Freddie leave so he doesn’t distract them anymore since they are fully aware of his growth. Paul takes Freddie out as the two small men go inside and closes the door. Paul puts his arm around the big stud and walks him down the hall as they pass the lab again. Freddie’s curiosity gets the best of him as he enters the lab and quietly moves his way over to a corner to sit on a stool. Paul remains in the doorway and shakes his head at him before chuckling under his breath. Francis turns to stare at Freddie as he realizes that he is in there with him. The 5’8 190 pound stud stands up from his computer desk and walks over to the hairy stud to place a huge rubber band around the giant’s engorged gun. The massive vein hose rises to the surface of his skin which makes Francis nod his head up and down. Paul laughs as he continues to stare on at the two of them. The tech turns and points his finger at him and says that he is next. He pulls a syringe from a nearby drawer and takes the cap off before plunging the needle into Freddie’s huge vein. The blood quickly fills the syringe which amazes the technician. He pulls it out to put the vial over on the counter beside a new glass beaker. He squeezes Freddie’s huge gun and smiles at him before motioning for Paul to come over so he can do the same with him. The hairy monster in the doorway hesitates at first before realizing that Francis probably needs their blood to finish the formula. He goes over and stands beside the much smaller man and sticks his massive arm out in front of Francis’s face. The tech stares at it for a few seconds before he undoes the band from Freddie’s arm and puts it on Paul’s. The thick vein in Paul’s arm rises to the surface just like his hairy buddy’s and appears to pulse as if it is waiting for something to happen. Francis plucks another syringe out from the drawer and does the same thing to Paul only this time the big guy groans in disgust feeling his vein being drained. Freddie sits back and laughs at him only to be punched hard with Paul’s free hand in the stomach. Luckily Francis collects the sample before this happens and puts the two vials side by side on the counter. He tells them both that they are finished and that he will need Hauser’s blood too but he will have to get it later in the day. Paul rips the rubber band off and flicks it at Freddie before storming out of the room. Freddie remains in his seat rubbing his stomach and opens up his robe to look down and see a bruise appear along his ab slabs. Instead of getting up to leave after getting punched, he tells the tech that he wants to stay and watch him work because it interests him. Francis smiles and says that it should be okay since he is enjoying the view from his perspective of looking at Freddie’s incredible size. He tells the hairy beast to come sit closer so he can show him what he is doing with the proteins that they collected earlier.

Frederick is a 36 year old former college athlete that had to stop working out years ago because he could not find the time to get to the gym. He tries to find ways of putting it into his schedule, but the economy has been a major factor. In the 13 years since he left college, he has lived in several states and was married to a beautiful woman that he cared a great deal about. She held a steady job during the four years they were married. She supported him when had to leave a job because of his health problems. He hurt his back in college when he was training for baseball season. He was an excellent player too. You even qualified to become a semi-pro player, but his back problems were too severe and he had to stop playing. The degree he earned in college deals with heavy machinery and there has to be heavy lifting involved with it. This became a major problem when he had to apply for jobs. He would have to lie sometimes just to get the job, only to deal with the problems later. She was very patient with him, but it wore off eventually and they both divorced. It has been six years since he divorced and he still struggles to find a steady job. He has to take jobs that don’t use his degree so he can find work. They don't pay very well either. It wasn't until he found time when he was out of work briefly that he took a chance and went to a local gym to try and get in shape again. The years have taken a heavy toll on his body and he feels lethargic quite often. The gym is small, but he thinks the atmosphere is quite nice. He has noticed that the clientele is limited, but the guys always seem to look fresh and energized because their bodies look so good. Their muscles gleam in the lights with such clear skin and they never look tired. He has watched a few of them lift sometimes and can’t seem to figure out how they lift heavier each time they do a set. He decides to talk to one of them about the secret to their success and is told that he needs to talk to the owner because he has a great product that Freddie should try. He is so intrigued by this that he doesn't even finish his routine. When he does find the owner, he is clearly shocked by his appearance. The owner is gigantic and must have 24" arms because they are the biggest he has ever seen. He is wearing a tight black shirt with a vest over top of it with the gym logo on it. His pants are also black and appear to be glued to his massive legs. He is aware that Freddie is new to the gym because he has noticed his name only a few times on the sign in sheet. He tells him to walk into a room near the back of the gym so he can talk to him about his product. He sits down across from him at his desk and digs out a big jug of what looks like protein milk. He says that this is a concoction that resembles those protein shakes that him and one of the trainers at the gym has been formulating for a while now. He has given out a great deal of samples to the guys inside the gym and that the results speak for themselves. Freddie agrees with that analogy and says that he wants to try it himself. The owner, Hauser, wants to do a physical on him first to see if he is eligible. He tells him that he has a background in sports medicine so he knows what to look for in his body. Freddie lies on a table at the other side of the room and is immediately stripped of his clothes. He isn’t very comfortable with it, but Hauser assures him that it is a necessary part of the process. He understands and allows for the examination to continue. Fortunately, he is still wearing his boxers while the owner starts feeling around. He mentions that Freddie is still in reasonable shape and he has nothing to worry about. He immediately notices that his back is not entirely right because he sees how Freddie is lying on it. He tells him to get up and come out on to the gym floor because he wants to see to how Freddie lifts. As he starts into his normal routine, Hauser gives him one of his sample containers containing the ‘liquid’ that he has been giving the other guys in the gym. He tells him to drink the whole thing in the middle of his workout otherwise he won't get the full benefits. After watching Freddie move through some of his lifts, Hauser turns around and goes into the back again. Freddie opens the container and consumes the ‘liquid’. The taste of it is quite good, sort of like honey mixed with vanilla. He goes back to doing his routine again and feels like he is getting stronger. He adds a little more weight to the bench and pushes it all the way up like he has done it several times before. He does a full set with that weight and feels like he can do it again. He realizes that the drink really does work. He moves to his next exercise, adds more weight, and gets the same feeling. This is supposed to be his chest day as his pecs feel like they are trying to reshape themselves. He decides to go clean up and looks in the mirror in the locker room just to see what they look like. The pecs he has seen for years with their saggy look are beginning to look better. It appears as if they are lifting themselves up and swelling. He is wearing a loose tank top, but now it feels like it is getting tighter as he even feels his abs growing. Freddie looks down in shock as his gut disappears. His workout in one day achieved what would have taken years for him to accomplish if he hadn’t started on this drink. He goes back into the gym to talk to Hauser again the next day. He tells Freddie that he must be patient and to let his body do the work for him from now on. He is told that he doesn't need any more of the drink right now because his body is going to react on what he has already consumed. He of course is right. Freddie works on legs that day and they grow so much that his pants literally sealed themselves to his body. He psyches himself up because he can’t wait to work arms now. After taking an off day, he gets back to the gym. He wears a long-sleeved winter shirt just to see if he can rip it after his workout. After getting a massive pump going, he stops his routine to test himself. Freddie’s arms swelled up so much that he didn't even have to flex them because the sounds of his sleeves ripping followed not long after he finishes. His back finishes off the shirt since it also grew. He laughs as his lats flare their way out from his body. His skin problems appear to have cleared up and he no longer looks like the same man anymore. He feels so good now that he rips the rest of his shirt off and goes straight to the showers. His pants he is wearing are so tight that he can't get them off now. He grabs the side of them and just pulls, making them rip all the way down the seams. He tosses them away and pulls his jock off exposing his impressive ass and nice cock. He goes to squeeze some body wash out of his bottle and starts rubbing himself down with it. He turns to stare at his immense pecs in the mirror beside the shower and strokes his big cock. He feels his shaft starting to lengthen as it gets wider in his hand. He closes his eyes and keeps stroking, without even knowing that someone is coming up behind him. He opens his eyes in time to see a very large man walk up to him. Freddie sees nothing but the man’s wide pecs in his face since he is much taller than he is. He has a thick beard and a shaved head and laughs because he is quite aware of what he is doing. He tells Freddie that he knows he took some of the protein drink since he helped develop it. It dawns on him that this man is the trainer that Hauser spoke of in the meeting. The man is incredible all over and his huge nipples stick out the sides of his tank. He is wearing only a jock himself and turns around to reveal his immense butt. He leans over like he wants Freddie to penetrate him, but he doesn't go for it. He gets back up and turns to smile back at him. He pulls his tank off his chest to reveal his extremely furry chest and follows with his jock, which uncovers a beautiful cock. He moves himself over to another stall to wet himself down and it gets Freddie really turned on. His cock stands at attention without him ever touching it. The trainer, Paul, tells him to come over to him so he can help you out with your ordeal. He reveals that he is Hauser's life partner and always gets to know his clientele. Freddie figures out pretty quickly what that means and decides to move over to his stall. Paul starts stroking him with his huge hands as the water moves down in between the two big studs. The power emitting from him is quite evident as his 22" hairy arms bulge with each stroke as he starts rubbing Freddie’s chest. He leans down while he strokes him to lick his treasure trail all the way down to his cock. He feels how close Freddie is and opens his mouth to catch his load. He sprays his thick jizz into Paul’s mouth and swallows it. He compliments him on his tasty spunk as it tastes the same as the shake. He shoves Freddie’s face into his massive pecs and forces him to suck on his nipples. He is mesmerized by the size of them and moans wildly as they are intoxicating him with lust. He bounces them making them swell up bigger than before. Before long, Freddie is pumping milk out of his nipples and into his lips and mouth. He sucks the liquid vigorously into his mouth making him growl as he pounds on the big man’s gut. Paul constantly moves him back and forth from one pec to the other and pumps more milk into his mouth. This makes the big man start squirting cum into the shower all over the floor. He grabs him and slides his wet cock into Freddie’s pulsating hole. He feels him still shooting his load into his ass. He proceeds to lick Paul’s arms and neck while enjoying the feeling of being pumped full of his milk. While all of this is happening, both studs are being watched by other men in the showers who are trying to stay hidden. They are stroking their cocks as they watch the two behemoths fucking. The 325 pound hairy trainer continues to drill Freddie growling and demanding that he grow like a fucking god. The eager bottom moans louder as he feels his body pushing itself away from Paul. His legs are convulsing as they get thicker while his skin stretches tighter. He yells in ecstasy as his ass grows bigger swallowing up Paul’s huge cock. His pecs stretch further away from his body as his nipples are now as big as the hairy tops. He starts sucking on Freddie’s new nipples tasting their newly formed milk ducts. The sensitivity is enough to make him lose control and squirts milk on to Paul’s chest. He buries his head in them and growls. Freddie has now matched his tops size. The men overseeing this dramatic change now feel the need to join in as they come out from hiding.

‘Mmm oh gawd Todd this stuff is so fucking good you have to try it.’ ‘Damn Jake you really need to slow down on all of that food, you are going to get so damn fat.’ ‘You have to eat big to get big buddy. I can’t wait until I blow up huge, I just wish my growth was quicker. It is never enough I swear.’ ‘You are crazy man. I will never understand your need for all of this food. I hate these damn buffets, can’t we go to an actual restaurant sometime.’ ‘Hehe maybe on a rest day Todd, but after one of these fucking crazy workouts, I need to fill my belly with all kinds of stuff. I have no choice it is a need not a want hehe.’ Jake has a real love affair with food. Even before he got into weightlifting he loved it. He grew up wanting to be big and always researched how to get there. Once he got started into both on a regular basis, he realized that his body could grow if he fed it as much as possible. Buffets have become his favorite stops because of the huge amounts of food they provide. His close friend and training partner Todd goes with him to eat a lot mainly because Jake likes to make him uncomfortable and maybe because he likes him a little more than he shows. Jake’s interesting features originally drew Todd in when they first met. He has blondish red hair and has grey eyes to go along with his thick beefy muscles. At first Todd was only interested in Jake as a workout partner, but it grew more personal as he watched Jake slowly get bigger over time. He usually wears obscenely tight clothes which strain each time they go to eat. Todd suspects that he does this on purpose in case a sleeve rips or maybe one of his shirts bust open after he makes his stomach bloat. Todd’s secret crush on Jake is probably the main reason why he withstands all of these buffet trips. Normally in the back of his mind as he sits and watches the big brute eat, he imagines Jake fulfilling his need to go all in and make his muscles explode as he gulps down each and every morsel. He will just stare off into the distance sometimes listening to Jake moaning as he eats his food. ‘HEY! Are you drifting again buddy? Where do you go man? I know you get tired of listening to me down this stuff, but you don’t know what you are missing. MMMM’ ‘No it’s alright Jake. I just want to eventually go somewhere that doesn’t involve consuming multiple plates of the same food over and over. I am lucky if I get two of them emptied each time.’ Jake sits back in his chair and pounds on his stomach as it makes a hollow sound. The buttons on his dress shirt have started to stretch to their limits. His hairy stomach protrudes a bit making Todd stare a tad at the reddish hair peeking through. Jake winks before letting out a slight belch. ‘Hmm I think I need another plate buddy. I’ll be back in a few minutes.’ Todd watches the big guy get up and go back over to the buffet line after clearing his third plate. He starts to daydream again but this time goes all in on his fantasies of the huge stud. He can’t quite pinpoint exactly what he is feeling at that moment but in this instance it feels slightly different like there is some force making him go further into his fantasy of making Jake grow. This entire sequence must have lasted several minutes because when he snaps out of his fantasy, Jake is already back at the table getting ready to tear into his food again. ‘I swear Todd you need to stop doing that because you might never come back the next time.’ ‘Uhh sorry Jake, I don’t know what is going on with me today. This is happening more than usual for some reason. Is that your fourth plate?’ ‘MMMM it is buddy. I think this will be my last one though since you seem like you are getting distracted. I don’t want to keep you from getting something else done.’ Todd looks at him and smiles. ‘No it is quite alright man. You go ahead and eat and I’ll just watch I guess.’ ‘Okay suit yourself Todd.’ Jake takes a big bite of the chicken on his plate and lets out a deep moan. He almost seems to be having a moment. ‘Ohh fuck…..damn that is some good meat…..i can’t remember the last time I tasted something that good.’ Todd smiles back again as he stares at the nicely-shaped boulders of muscle straining inside of the beefy stud’s arms. His amusing thought of what Jake said almost escapes him as he notices a slight change in them. The huge vein sitting over top of his left bicep appears to have increased in size somehow at least it looks that way from his perspective. He wonders if it is his imagination playing with him, but he continues to watch it as it contracts. It looks like every time he swallows a bite, the vein grows a little more. ‘Mmmm I’m feeling really warm all of a sudden Todd, hehe must be all of this protein passing through my body.’ Todd looks around the buffet just to see if anyone else is noticing what he is seeing. Nope for the most part the place is starting to clear out since it is getting closer to the late hours of the evening. He can see the fabric starting to fray a little bit on both sleeves as both biceps appear to be slowly growing. Todd’s eyes grow huge as he witnesses this happening in front of him. ‘Uhh Jake…..I think your shirt is having a bit of a problem. Your sleeves appear to be having issues with your arms.’ ‘MMMM…..huh? What do you mean? *looks at his biceps* Ohh hehe, that is strange. I swear I just bought this shirt not too long ago. Oh well I must be pumped up from that workout earlier today. I think I might have to get another plate Todd. I’m so sorry man I really am but the buffet today just tastes so good for some reason.’ Jake scoops up some of the remaining chicken and licks the fork with his tongue. Todd’s eyes instantly go to the lifter’s forearms as they begin to stretch wider. The veins and tendons expand slowly pulling the skin in both arms tighter as the muscles grow larger. Jake seems oblivious to his change as he sits there taking in the flavor of the chicken. ‘Okay man, time for another plate. This time I think I will get the turkey with a little bit of ham too. Sit tight okay.’ Jake starts to get up as Todd notices the big guy’s huge cock starting to stretch further down his shorts. He can almost see the thick cockhead peeking out from the right side of them. Todd himself feels his own cock straining as he reaches down to adjust it. Before long, Jake is already back at the table and sits down with a huge grin on his face. He looks over at Todd who is starting to sweat a bit. ‘What is going on with you man? You feel bad or something? Maybe you need to eat something.’ Todd watches eagerly as Jake puts turkey in his mouth and chews it slowly. As he swallows it, Todd hears fabric ripping. He sees that Jake’s biceps have finally torn their way through the sleeves as the rip moves all the way up to his shoulders which appear to be growing too. The round bulbous muscles are stretching the fibers to their limits as they begin to emerge through the seams. Todd hears them slowly ripping apart which makes him moan a bit louder. In fact, the growth seems to be moving all over Jake’s body now. He sees Jake’s pecs swelling to the point that they spill up and out the top of his button-up shirt. ‘MMMM OHH YEAH! THIS TASTES SO FUCKING AMAZING!’ Jake’s voice gets louder as Todd can see the changes happening much faster now. Jake’s shirt buttons begin to fly everywhere as his pecs and stomach grow beyond the limits of them. His delts, lats, and the majority of the muscles in his back tear through the fabric like paper as his reddish fur thickens on top of them. He appears to be getting a major rush from the turkey as he puts the fork down to flex his expanding guns. His shirt completely shreds as he does this revealing his immense upper body as it continues to grow. Todd looks at him in awe as he pulls his cock out from under the table to start stroking it. ‘OH FUCK THAT TASTED SO GOOD MAN. HOLY SHIT, I think I am starting to leak pre Todd.’ Jake stands up and feels a trail of clear fluid running down his right leg as his cock travels its way further down his quad. Todd moans softly to himself so his huge friend can’t hear him. The growing lifter leans down to put his hands back on the table to start eating the ham which still sits on the plate. ‘I just can’t stop eating buddy…..mmmm fuck it is like I can’t concentrate anymore.’ As he picks up his fork again to eat the ham, Jake’s growing lower body shreds his shorts as the seams rip under the pressure of his furry reddish blonde quads. Todd sees his growing friend’s calves doubling up on themselves as he also appears to be growing taller. With each bite of the ham, Jake’s back makes a cracking sound as his body appears to be readjusting itself. He seems unaware that his legs and feet are slowly moving away from the table with the extra height. His hand still planted on the table is beginning to make it creak a little more. Todd strokes harder on his cock as he moans a little louder getting the attention of his hungry buddy. ‘Whoa Todd, I guess you do like me a lot. Hehe I should have known that I guess.’ As he finishes off the ham, the remaining fabric from his shorts falls to the ground revealing his giant cock and huge bubble butt to accommodate his growing hairy quads and powerful calves. He stands there completely nude rubbing his round belly as his wet cock bounces freely dribbling a thick stream of precum on the floor. He starts to feel the thick fur running up and down his body slowly massaging each hair and looks down to examine himself. It is like he always knew this would happen because he barely reacts whatsoever. As he places his enormous hands back down on the table, it makes a loud noise and breaks in half. He smiles at the rubble falling in front of his face and flexes his biceps. Todd’s erect cock is in plain view now as he just avoids the carnage. Jake winks as he walks over to where his admirer is sitting. He looks him in the eyes and picks him up in his arms. He carries the smaller man over to the buffet and knocks the top part of it off to sit Todd down on the counter. Todd can see now that there is no one left in the buffet. ‘Want to hand feed me Todd? I think this could be a lot of fun don’t you think?’ He winks and even places the small man’s hands on his chest. Todd squeezes the giant boulders as Jake bounces them slowly. Todd moans and tries to reach down for his cock again as his pants dangle below his knees. Jake stops him and pulls his pants off to throw them over to the side. He then places Todd’s hands along his lower back to let him get more acquainted. ‘No stroking man. I want you to savor it. Build you up so you can feel as good as I do. Now why don’t you turn around and get me some of that sweet potato casserole sitting there?’ Todd smiles back at him and reaches over to grab the giant spoon sitting in the tray. He fills it up with the sweet potatoes and turns to shove it into Jake’s mouth. The hungry beast chews most of it as the remainder rolls down his thick furry chest. Todd leans in to catch it with his tongue as he places his mouth on Jake’s massive pecs. He feels the incredible heat emanating from him as his tongue finds its way to the muscleman’s nipples as he begins to worship them. He hears the spoon fall to the ground as Jake growls in lust. Todd feels him grab a hold of his back as the hulk begins growing once again. ‘OHH SHIT TODD, this feels so fucking awesome. I just can’t stop loving how my body responds to the food.’ Todd feels Jake’s nipples stretching and getting bigger as he lays his head on his huge friend’s pec shelf feeling it swell beneath his face. The huge lifter must be over 7 feet tall now and easily 350 pounds. He laughs in shock as he holds his smaller friend in his arms cuddling him and rubbing his back. ‘Mmmm I love this a lot Todd. I never really had strong feelings like this for you before, but your hands on my growing body feels incredible. Instead of stroking that cock man, why don’t you put it inside my ass and make me feel how much you love my growth.’ Todd looks amazed and nods in agreement. Jake takes him over to an ice cream machine and opens the top of it. Before the small admirer has a chance to do anything else, the huge lifter rips Todd’s shirt off of him with one hand and sits him beside the machine with the other. He grabs a huge pitcher sitting by and dips it into the milk inside. He takes it out and starts gulping down the milk as it flows down his body. He then leans down to pool the milk all over Todd’s bare chest before giving the small man a very manly kiss. They both moan loudly as they lock lips. The small 180 pound Todd is shocked to see the huge 350 pound Jake push the machine off the table as he gets on top of him very slowly. Todd’s thick cock slowly pushes inside Jake’s waiting hole as he growls deeply. He maneuvers his way further down the shaft as Todd moans louder. Incredibly, Jake’s size is not too much for his small top as the big man tries to keep from hurting him. The two milk covered studs completely lose themselves in the moment as Jake feels a huge load building from inside Todd’s balls. ‘MMMM, I always knew you wanted me Todd. I want you to fill me up with that hot spunk of yours and then I will feed you something they don’t serve here on the menu.’ Todd feels the flood moving into his cock as he yells in ecstasy. ‘Fucking punch my chest man. Make my cock bounce hot stuff, come on.’ The small man punches him several times as his pecs and stomach flex showing off the huge ripples of solid muscle. Jake’s cock bounces furiously as he spills huge amounts of precum down his small lover’s chest. Todd looks into his eyes with incredible lust and has no words to speak of. Jake winks as he leans down to bury his top’s face into his pec shelf and moans himself. ‘Fuck yeah little man, cum inside me. Fulfill your desire for me and I will fulfill yours too.’ Todd rears back as he explodes inside Jake making the big man roar in delight. Todd thrusts multiple times shooting numerous ropes of thick goo inside him. The huge man’s sweaty muscles drip profusely as his cock swells up until it is almost purple. ‘OHH FUCK MAN…..I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER…..TIME FOR YOU TO EAT YOUR HOT MEAL!’ Jake quickly gets up off of Todd’s cock so he can shove his giant rod down his buddy’s mouth. The huge member pulses wildly as it contracts pushing a giant river of cum down Todd’s throat. He nearly loses consciousness as the load fills his belly full of thick cum. The huge man roars as his huge muscles flex and react with the whole sequence. He holds Todd’s head in place as his cock continues to pump jet after jet down the man’s throat. ‘OH GAWDDAMN IT TODD feels so fucking good to get that out. I guess it was a good thing you didn’t eat that much earlier because you won’t be hungry for a while now.’ Todd moans as Jake’s cock remains hard in his mouth. He slowly sucks on it lovingly running his tongue against the immense vein running along the side. This makes Jake moan in ecstasy as he smiles and looks down to wink at Todd again. The small stud can tell that another load is building inside Jake’s round balls. ‘WOW, I think this one is going to be as big as the last one Todd. Keep going buddy…..oh yeah…..just like that…..just a little more man…..OH FUCK YEAH!’ Todd tastes the sticky precum changing over to the solid white stuff again as another big juicy load goes down his throat. The load is so powerful that cum flows down the sides of his face and along his chest. Jake pulls his cock out and continues to stroke it as he leans down to lap up the cum already running down Todd’s body. His cock continues to shoot its jizz all over the feeder’s body. By the time it is done shooting, the small stud is completely coated in his sticky juices. ‘MMMM Todd, that was incredible. I think…..I need…..a break now.’ Jake falls on to the floor and appears to be unconscious. Todd lies on the table spent himself and incredibly full. He lifts his head up to look down at his immense stomach bloated from the massive amounts of cum he consumed. It is at this moment that he feels a rush of energy flowing through him. ‘OHHHH GAWD I CAN’T STOP IT……’ BOOM BOOM BOOM! Todd’s body explodes in size as his muscles nearly triple. The growth is so abrupt that his cock sprays several jets of cum into the air. The table he is laying on buckles from under him as his 180 pound frame vanishes in seconds. He lands on the floor and notices that he can’t feel any pain. He tries to move but his growing muscles prevent him from making any kind of motion. Jake still lies on the ground unconscious as his good buddy continues to grow beside him. Todd’s skin can barely keep up with the growth as he sails past 500 pounds. The cum from within his stomach finally dissipates as it now matches the rest of his giant body. He barely has enough time to notice his changes as he also goes unconscious. As the two behemoths lie there, the people in the back of the restaurant peer around the corner before calling the authorities. It isn’t known what will happen next, but in this case consuming protein certainly does a body good.

"Little man, I told you I will never hurt you. Look at all the power I have in just my chest. I'm here to protect you, not hurt you." And with that Alex released me and grabbed my hand. He slid my hand to the underside of his pecs, and a small gumball sized piece of metal fell into my palm. It was warm to the touch. It was once the door knob that he crushed with just his pecs. I turned the metal pebble around in my hand a few times. It was still as heavy as the sturdy doorknob it once was, but he had crushed it to such a dense piece that it was unrecognizable. I was in absolute awe as I looked back up at the hunk of a behemoth that stood in front of me. My senses must have come together because I noticed that he was much taller than he was when I first saw him. I noted that I still stood on this dresser he had placed me on to get eye level with the top of his chest. But now, even with this three foot dresser beneath my feet, I only came up eye level with the top row of his ten-pack abs. He had to be at least 11 feet tall now without even noticing. "You're incredible, big guy! We only met today but I feel like I've known you forever..." I said as he placed his giant finger on my lips. He brought his hands to my waist and brought my face up to his. We stared into each others eyes and then he brought me towards him for a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his huge neck and ran my hands through his hair on the back of his head. We ended thee kiss with dual smiles and he kissed me once on my forehead and then placed me on the ground: a place I hadn't seen him from in a while. Looking up from the floor I felt absolutely puny. This guy was more than twice my height and well over four times my weight. The top of my head was under his huge cock which still was in a winning battle with his skimpy underwear. I looked up passed his rigid abs which could now be mistaken for a brick wall and giggled because there was no way this big guy could even tell I was standing below. His pecs completely blocked me from his view, even if I took two steps back. But, with his crazy muscle control, Alex once again opened the trench between his pecs and peered down at me with that same kidish smile. "Go grab the fire extinguisher over there." He said pointing to it on the wall opposite to us. I obeyed and quickly scurried over and tried tugging it off the wall. After a few attempts at prying it free, it finally popped off it's casing and fell into my hands. It was rather heavy and even wider than the dictionary. I brought it back to the giant man and held it above my head. He smirked and plucked it from my grasp. "Wouldn't I make a great fire fighter?" He laughed as he brought the object to his chest. From this perspective I didn't think I would be able to control myself. Alex put the fire extinguisher at the top of the deep trench and started pushing it in. I grabbed my cock and started to jerk at the sight. His massive chest swallowed it as soon as he pushed his giant biceps into the sides of each pec. Suddenly he stumbled back a step which caused the room to shake and looked down at me with the weirdest expression. What was that for? AAAHH--AAH---AH...Oh shit..CHOOOOOOOOOOO! The big guy let out a huge sneeze that sent me flying two feet back and landing on my ass. But as I jerked my cock flying through the air in those few mili-seconds I had probably witnessed the greatest accident of all time. His chest puffed out more than half a foot larger than it already was and the waves of striations purged the pectoral surfaces. They were like two giant beachballs and they had just been filled with twice as much air as alotted. The two muscles smacked together with an audible flex that sounded like a rock fall and a faint POP could be heard at the end of the sneeze. I noticed his pecs didn't fully deflate from the size they just took on; they had to have just taken on a few inches before my eyes. But what was that pop? Alex lunged towards me with his giant thuds and came to his knees in front of where I laid on the ground, still shocked from the super sneeze he just let out. He leaned over me, "Are you okay, little man? I didn't know that was coming!" "Yea I'm okay," I smiled as I grabbed the top of one of his mountainous biceps that holstered him up. I looked under his pec shelf and noticed some white powder coating his upper abs. I reached over and swirled a little onto my finger and brought it up to his face. "What is this stuff?" I asked. "I'm not sure." He said. I brought the white powder to my nose and took a whiff. It had no scent, so I put a little to the tip of my tonuge. "Oh shit," I looked up at him, "Big guy, I think you...I think you crushed the fire extinguisher between your pecs. I think it popped and this is the powder inside." Alex leaned back to investigate. He flexed his pecs and made them seperate into two firm globes with a deep divide. As soon as he did this, a heavy metal plate fell to the floor and he looked to me dumbfounded. "Sometimes you just don't know your own strength!" I smiled. "But look, Alex, there's a bunch of the residue inside your cleavage." "Damn, you're right little man." He looked down at his chest and then back to me. "Would you like to clean me off?" He flashed his big pearly whites and brought his arms up to the biggest double bicep I had ever seen. His biceps were covered in veins and had multiple divids in the surface that made them look like mountains. He quickly rose from the floor and plucked me up and brought me to my feet. He stomped his way out of the room and came back a few moments later with a wet wash cloth hanging over his thick traps. He walked over to the bed making the floor creak and then plopped onto his back on his expansive mattress which was clearly made for a giant like him. As he laid on the bed I couldn't get over how amazing his body looked. His huge quads were twice as big as my torso. His abs were an ocean of muscle and his arms were two big basketballs attached to boulder-like shoulders. I walked towards the foot of the bed and hopped up. It seemed like his body was endless because of how tall he had grown. I playfully began commando crawling up his massive body towards the two mountains that were his chest. His chest had gotten so big that his two nipples were at a complete 90 degree angle with his mid section; they might have even been caving under 90 degrees. "You okay over there?" The big guy asked from the other side of the mountains. The valley suddenly opened and he popped his head up into my view between them. I smiled up at him in awe. "Can you bounce them for me, big guy?" I asked delighted. "Of course. Haha, you just love when I bounce these big boys don't you, little dude." He bounced the big right one, and then the left, and then the right. He kept going slowly at first and then sped up. I could hear them growing a slight amount with each bounce. BOOM. Boom. BOOM. Boom. BOOM. "Come on, little man, get to work!" He bounced them both at the same time making the white powder stir up into the air. I excitedly sat up and shimmied my way up his body until I sat straddling his abs. My plump little ass could feel the ripped muscles beneath me flexing with every breath he took. I reach over his chest and grabbed the damp wash cloth. "Big guy, I'm nervous" I said shakily. "Why's that, little guy?" "You just crushed a pressurized steel tube by sneezing. What if you crush my hands while I clean off your chest?" "I promise I won't hurt you." He said sincerely. He gave his pecs one last pump and then grunted as he flexed them apart. I was in complete awe as I stared into the cavernous cleavage of my giant. "It's like a cave!" I said as I looked over his chest. As a sat there on his abs, his chest jutted out so far that it was level with my collar bones. With the rag in hand I circled the outter surface of his right pec, collecting all the white powder from the dent near his bicep and mid-pec. I repeated this with his left pec making sure to cover every inch. I then took a deep breath and exhaled as I moved the rag towards the center of his chest. I whiped down the two muscular walls that started off the deep cleavage and felt the ripples of striations that formed his chest. I moved deeper into his chest and my hand completely disappeard from sight up to my wrist. It started to become a tighter squeeze but the big guy noticed and shifted a bit, opening his vice-like pecs for my comfort. I put a bit more pressure into my rubbing and my hand slipped in halfway up my forearm. I had no idea his pecs were this big even though I had been oogling over them the entire night. A slight twitch of his pecs caused them to clamp down on my right hand and the pain shot up all of my arm. "Ah!" I shouted and tried to rip my arm from the vice. But it was trapped between the two boulders. While it was only a second, it felt like forever until the big guy finally ungripped my hand and I was set free. "You almost crushed my hand! You said you wouldn't!" "I was just playing with you, little man!" He chuckled. "You know I would never hurt you. Now get back in there!" He demanded as he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his huge pec. "Alright, big guy, but no funny business!" I pushed my hand into the cleavage up to my wirst where it was a tight squeeze again. I decided to use my other hand to try and pry the two mounds apart but they were just too strong. "I can't get in there." He noticed this and shifted once more to allow me to clean up the rest. My hand slid farther and farther down the cleavage, making small circles with the damp rag. My arm was buried between his pecs up to my elbows before my fingertips reached the bottom of the trench. Damn, his chest was really something else! I rubbed the rag up and down the rift and cleaned up all of the white powder that had made its way in there. I looked up at his face and noticed that his eyes were closed; he was certainly enjoying this worship! I tugged at my arm until it was free of the vice that was his chest. "All done." I smiled as I tossed the rag and placed a hand on each expansive pec. He opened his eyes and looked over at me. "Time for a deep cleaning." He smiled, "Be sure to use tongue." I looked at him very confused until his massive arm rose and grabbed the back of my head. My eyes grew wide as he pulled my head towards his chest. There was nothing I could do, he was too strong to even notice if I was resisting. My face met the cleavage of his pecs and was pressed in. My entire face was succumbed to his huge chest. He began shifting his pecs around like he did with the fire extinguisher and my face was pulled deeper into the cave of his chest. I was covered up to my ears in muscle. My hands flailed and smacked his huge outer pecs as my muffled yelps went unheard. He then started bouncing his pecs around my head and the pressure felt like I was getting punches left and right. I reached my hands behind my head and found that the back of my head was no longer on the surface. He had fully enveloped my head with his pecs. I began to calm down as I started to find this strangely erotic. This was the safest place in the world. I don't think a bomb could even harm me in here! I inhaled and smelled his deep musk and the bit of sweat that built up in his cleavage. I rubbed my hands on the surfaces of his pecs and he noticed that I started to like it in there. "I dont feel your tongue, little man!" I could hear his deep voice bellowing from outside. I began to lick both walls of muscle that tightly held my head in place. I pushed my face in deeper until I reached the bottom of the cleavage and ravaged the area with my tongue, leaving no spot untouched. My cock was rock hard and pulsing. The big guy reached under his pecs where my waist was straddling his midsection and grabbed my dick in his hands. He began stroking it and then I heard a loud rip. Suddenly I felt something smack my back with a loud THUD. It felt like a big meat stick. It was a big meat stick. I felt his huge pecs start to ripple and bounce as he jerked his huge rod behind me. Every time he would jerk it, the fist-sized head would smack my upper back. I started to move my hips to jerk myself into his big hand when he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I could feel his abs tensing below my ass as he took my dick and pushed it down towards the surface of his stomach. He pressed it down and my dick was trapped between two of his huge abdominals. I moved my hand to where he had placed my dick and pushed on it harder until it was firmly in the furrow of his abs. I started to gyrate my hips a bit as if I was fucking his abs. I was doing all of this while my head was still firmly planted between the two giant pecs. "This is so fuckin' hot, little man!" He shouted with his head tilted back. His massive arms worked his big cock up and down. "Fuck my abs dude! And lick my fuckin pecs or I'll crush you in there!" He was jerking faster and faster, "Awww, yea, little man. Fuck my abs, lick these pecs! Ahh!" His muscles tensed and my head felt like it was going to pop. "Little man, I'm--Ahh-I'm--I'M GUNNA GROW!"

The Edge - Part 5 - Swole Mates “I'd thought sexuality was instinctive or natural, but it's profoundly linked to inner security and cultural context.” – Tahar Ben Jelloun Eric and I fuckin strutted into that fuckin gym like we owned the fucker. Heh, we basically did, we were the biggest motherfuckers there. We'd stopped by the store to let me get some proper workout gear, stringer tank and some spandex workout shorts. Sure, it left everything on display, but fuck, it's about liftin, and with quads this massive, I'd bust out of anything else. We started our workout - that's what I loved about someone who fuckin "got it", no talkin and shit, just fuckin do it. Eric and I moved seamlessly from one weight stack to the next, the gym rats lookin on with jealousy at our mass. Heh, we flexed a bit extra after the set just to get em good and jealous. That's right, bitches! You ain't never gonna be this swole! I love the feeling of a great fuckin pump after a set - my veins were poppin all over! Yah, we grunted during sets, go ahead and look, that’s what fuckin liftin is all about. We got several stares on the tougher sets. The attention wasn't going unnoticed by my cock either, and the spandex shorts weren’t doing much to hide it. Fuck why should it? Fuckin alpha with all these betas around, let em see what a real man's cock looks like. As we neared the end of the workout, the pump was so fuckin incredible! I looked twice my size, which is fuckin sayin something. Shit, I was bigger than Eric hahah! "Fuckin alpha, little man!" He punched me in my delt. It was so pumped, full of blood, his fist just bounced off, "Fucker! I dunno how you got so fuckin big so quick." "I just fuckin told ya! I'm fuckin alpha!" I flexed a pumped bi in his face to prove my point. Fuck this workout was intense! I know Arnold said that shit about the pump being like cummin' with a woman, and I always thought that was just him fuckin with people. But every set, every rep, was like pure sex. I get into place for the lift, I can feel my cock straining at full mast. I draw in a breath, feel the pre begin to flow. Rep one, rep two, stroke one, stroke two, slow it down, enjoy the stimulation. Feel the blood flowing inward. Last rep, last stroke, almost there......and....squeeze....one.....more......out, Fuck! The muscle orgasms, spent, and primed to get bigger - and I can't fuckin wait for the next set, to fuckin grow even bigger! Bodybuilding is sex. No girl ever got me off like this, or was this intense. Why wouldn't someone want to fuckin do this? Eric and I, fuckin sexed out of our minds, cocks bulging in our shorts, sat down for the last set of the workout, fuckin bicep curls. He gets through his set, boned out of his mind. His arms are so pumped it looks like they’re going to explode right out of his skin. God I love bodybuilding! You get to push yourself so fuckin far, and get to look like that as a result. I sit down, eagerly - I can’t wait to get my arms like that. So fuckin’ big. I start my set, losing myself to the orgasm. "I'm sorry, dude." I hear him, but I'm lost to the moment. Seven. Eight. Fuck yes! The muscle, the power, the size, the mass! Four! Three! Oh god, I can’t take it, the pain, the sex! Fuckin go! Two! Oh shit, my arms are on fire, my cock feels like I’m getting the best blow job ever. Gotta get that last fuckin one, last push, gotta cum. Last one, muscle completely burning, the pressure is so intense I can't even feel myself anymore. About to cum! One. More. Rep. Fuckin.......Done! I let out a long gasp of breath post climax. Fuck that felt......odd. I looked over at Eddie, then down at my prominent bulge. I've never been so embarrassed in all my life. Besides being so undressed while wearing 'clothes', I've never actually sported wood so....unmistakably, in public. I was so big, I couldn't hide. The effects of the workout made it hard to even move. I could barely lift a hand to my face. It was uncomfortable. Veins were straining all over my body. I really didn't like all the attention Eddie and I were getting. This wasn't me. I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I took up so much space. This wasn’t my old body, it was just weird, t couldn't even move right anymore. I wanted to crawl into the deepest, darkest hole I could and never come out. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I hadn't actually let loose any bodily fluids thank god, but.... I closed my eyes and shuttered with disgust. I looked back at Eddie. "So. Um...I guess we're in this one together, then?"

Part 1 ‘Damn. I envy that guy so much. I wonder how long it took for him to get that big,’ Cole mutters to himself as he watches one of his gym crushes max out another rep after he takes another ten second breather on the bench press. The huge hairy stud has coached Cole before after they spoke a few times and even had lunch together. His grunts always make the smaller lifter pay attention to him despite the fact that he is supposed to be doing his own routine. Every once in a while, the bigger stud will turn to stare at Cole and bounce his pecs while winking. ‘HEY COLE, YOU BETTER BE WORKING HARD DUDE. I WILL COME OVER THERE AND KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU,’ he says with authority. Cole stops glaring with a dumbfounded look on his face and gets back to working his legs. His big trainer friend stops his routine to stand up and walk over to a nearby mirror. He flares his huge hairy lats and stands with confidence as he studies every single detail in his muscles. He makes some unusual noises and smiles a bit as his eyes peer in Cole’s direction through the reflection. Once again the young lifter is catching glances and can’t seem to help from looking. ‘WHAT DID I TELL YOU COLE? GAWD DAMN MAN, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?’ He turns to walk towards the youngster and as he gets closer, Cole can see sweat beading down his hairy chest and back as his arms glisten. The vast array of veins and vessels stick out from his forearms all the way up to his shoulders. He goes to stand in front of Cole as he tries to use the leg press. He puts his huge arms down on the rack as the young lifter attempts to lift it up with all of his might. Cole’s face turns dark red as he tries to lift it up before having to drop it back down. ‘Come on Reid, can’t you take it easy on me. I have been doing so well and you are punishing me for some reason.’ ‘Dude, you are taking too many rest periods. I know I am distracting you by being here, but I know you need help with your training. I did promise you right?’ Cole stares into Reid’s dark brown eyes and seems mesmerized. Reid’s eyebrows rise a bit as he flexes his guns making the veins grow and sit right off from the surface of the skin. ‘COLE! WHAT THE HELL MAN? WAKE UP! Okay I will let go of the rack.’ He lets go and walks over behind Cole’s head. ‘Now, I want you to lift that fucking rack up all the way man. Hold it for about five seconds and then bring it down.’ Cole understands and attempts one complete rep. Reid tells him to do it again and he does. This continues for the next three minutes as Cole does a complete set. ‘Great job man, now you can relax for a minute.’ Reid rubs Cole’s chest with his big hands making his eyes enlarge since he has never done that before. The young lifter can feel his chest pressing against his back now. He realizes there is no one else in the gym and is probably why Reid is so much looser now than he was just a few minutes ago. The big guy’s groomed beard is now brushing against Cole’s face as he sighs a little. ‘What was that noise you just made Cole? Did you just sigh?’ ‘Uhhh maybe, why are you massaging my chest anyway Reid?’ ‘I am just rewarding you man. You are working hard lately and I thought I would help you relax a bit.’ ‘Ummmm thank you I guess. I have enjoyed our lunches lately Reid.’ The big stud smiles as his eyes light up. He moves to the side of Cole and looks at him before moving down to talk to Cole at eye level. The young lifter looks a bit confused as Reid moves in. The hot trainer looks into Cole’s eyes before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. It is soft but very comforting as Cole nearly melts. Reid laughs a bit as they separate. ‘You are okay man. I have thoroughly loved our lunches Cole. I know you like me a lot which is why I am so hard on you in the gym.’ Cole’s cock instantly gets hard once they stop kissing. Reid knows this but doesn’t touch it. Cole’s eyes look glazed over as he continues to stare at Reid’s gorgeous face and body. His short brown hair, groomed beard, and cleft chin drives Cole wild, but his massive hairy chest, back, and legs make him weak. Reid winks as he does a double bicep flex. His engorged biceps swell as the veins grow and his back widens. ‘Go ahead Cole, I will let you touch me. I feel like we are becoming good friends now.’ Cole grabs both biceps and squeezes. Reid lets out a nice moan and motions for Cole to continue exploring. The young lifter seems disoriented, but Reid helps him out by taking his hands and putting them over his huge hairy round pecs and flexes them. Cole feels how firm they are under the thick growth and moans himself. Reid leans back in again and kisses Cole on the lips again this time rubbing the young lifter’s face and head. ‘Mmmmm Cole this feels so good man. I really like the way you kiss. I think you can put that mouth of yours to good use.’ Reid takes his head and buries it into his pecs. He laughs as Cole moans loudly feeling the power radiating from the big stud’s chest. His tongue finally decides to explore as it find its way to Reid’s nipples. He licks them lightly before nibbling as he starts to rub the big man’s back. Reid moans louder himself as he pulls Cole’s tank off and rubs his back. Cole gets noticeably louder as he realizes that the big stud is truly interested in him physically. ‘Oh gawd Reid are you really that interested in me?’ ‘Cole I absolutely am interested man. You turn me on so much. I just want to keep going if that is okay with you?’ Cole stops talking to go back to worshipping Reid’s pecs. The big stud pulls his own shorts off to stand and show off a little more of his body. He flexes his quads as he pulls his undies down enough to expose his thick brown bush just above his cock. Cole looks up into his eyes and looks as if he is begging. Reid winks and pushes him into his bush. Cole slowly pulls his undies down exposing every inch of the big man’s cock while running his tongue on it. Reid roars in delight as Cole does this and tells him to turn to the side. The big man pulls Cole’s shoes, socks, and shorts off as he pulls him towards his crotch. His cock bounces not far from Cole’s face. The young lifter watches it dangle in front of him before sticking his tongue out to touch the big cock head. Reid yells as he puts his hands on Cole’s shoulders and pulls him towards his cock. The young admirer licks the sides before toying with the head again and sticking it in his mouth. Reid moans again as precum begins to pour down Cole’s throat. His eyes look intoxicated once this starts. ‘Ohhh gawd Reid, I want you so badly it hurts. I feel it deep inside me, the need to have your cock in me as I worship you.’ The big stud looks at him in pure lust as he grabs Cole and turns him around to yank his undies off of him. The young lifter bends over to grip the leg press as Reid starts slapping his huge cock on his ass. Cole moans even louder feeling such incredible sensations passing through him. Reid wraps one of his arms around his young friend and pulls him into his cock. It squeezes slowly inside making Cole grimace a few times before moaning long and deep. After a few thrusts, Reid turns Cole back around to move in from the front. He tenses his massive muscles so his young admirer can focus his energy on him as he fucks his hole hard. He picks him up and holds him against his chest as he speeds up his pace. Cole moans into his huge chest as he grips his wide back. Reid begins grunting which makes the young lifter get louder himself. They start kissing again but their lips stay locked as Reid finally gets all the way inside. He pounds Cole incessantly now as he feels his load growing inside. The young man finds Reid’s hard ass and smacks it hard. He growls and tells Cole to do it again and again. He eventually slows down and tells Cole that he is going to explode if he doesn’t pull out. To his surprise though, the youngster wants him to shoot inside his hole and even relaxes himself in preparation for it. With just a few more thrusts, Reid lets it rip as it flows through Cole’s intestines. The hungry bottom sighs as he leans back against his big top. Reid wraps his arms around Cole and leans around to give him a nice long kiss on the lips. They remain still for a few minutes just taking in each other’s tastes and smells as they realize what they just did. Cole moans as Reid slowly pulls out and heads for the showers. Cole tells him that he will stay behind until he gets done because he feels like he should just keep the sex to once a day in the gym and laughs. Reid smiles and agrees as he goes humming towards the shower with his ass bouncing the entire way. Cole stares at it shining in the lights with the hair lightly coating the inner cheeks. Once Reid goes around the corner, the young admirer comes back to reality again and walks towards a nearby mirror. He looks in it at his reflection and wonders what it would be like if he was bigger. He does a few poses as he looks at himself and sort of sighs in disappointment. He envies Reid for having such amazing genetics and wishes that he could match it. He takes a deep breath and starts to imagine a larger more masculine version of his self. Part 2 His hairless body barely shows any kind of definition despite all of the effort he has put into it. He hears the water start up in the shower and wonders if he should just go take his, but for some reason he feels compelled to just keep standing there and stare at himself. He gets an intense look on his face as he starts to harness some kind of strange energy in the air. *POP* ‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? HUH?’ Cole looks down and sees his forearm muscle in his right arm swell up and actually appears to be growing bigger veins and vessels. He sort of cowers in pain a little as a new sensation enters his brain for the first time. *POP* He looks at his left arm and it also grows a larger forearm muscle. It appears that with each new muscle, he experiences some kind of crazy pain. He wonders if he focuses harder that he will have more extreme changes. As he strains, he squeezes his biceps as the veins in his arms begin to grow violently making him struggle to stay on his feet. He feels the muscles starting to contract as the pain eventually goes beyond feeling. They start to thicken up as the small golf balls become tennis balls. He continues to strain as they grow again this time to solid softballs. He unclenches his fists as he looks at his enormous veiny arms as he feels pain moving up into his shoulders as they swell into giant mounds. The small horseshoes that lay in his triceps have now matches his huge biceps and forearms. He looks up in the mirror again and flexes his engorged guns as they dwarf the rest of his body. He laughs a bit and knows that he has a lot more to endure before he is finished. He feels a thick layer of hair covering his arms now as it starts to travel all over his chest and legs. It makes him itch violently as he scratches. He almost shivers at the sensation travelling all over. He looks in the mirror again and seems quite disgusted with how he looks at the moment. He starts to flex his scrawny legs as the hair starts to thicken on them and feels a great deal of pain starting to move through them. He feels them starting to contract and bends over in pain once again. He places his hands on them and can feel the muscles stretching against the skin. His calves also start to grow as he hears a huge popping sound coming from them. He looks down and watches them expand out to the sides of his fibulas and smiles. His quads and hamstrings are now growing at such an alarming rate that he can no longer feel any pain in them. He looks back up again into the mirror and sees them pulling his legs wider apart as he feels his body trying to adjust to his new lower body. He doesn’t even notice that his feet have grown to a size 15 from where they were only 10 before. Cole can now feel his prostate reacting deep inside as he grasps his junk in his larger hands. He knows that his cock and balls must be next since he is beginning to feel a strange sensation coming from down there. He continues to hold it in his hands as the pain begins to build from inside. He groans as he feels something pop. Cole uncovers his cock and looks down at it as it makes a giant cracking sound. He did have a curved cock, but it has corrected itself and is beginning to lengthen. He yells as he feels it grow and thicken. A giant vein begins to appear from the side as it fills up with blood. Cole loses his breath as he feels his balls swelling up. He did have a lot of space in his ballsac, but now his balls have stretched it to its limits as they double in size and fill up with cum. He moans as the thick cum rushes through his huge cock and splatters all over the mirror. After nearly a dozen ropes hit it, his cock finally hangs down to rest. At this point, Cole is completely covered in perspiration and is beginning to feel a lot different as he begins to admire how the hair looks on his lower body and arms. Next he starts to feel a ton of pain shooting to his backside from the prostate into his anus. He turns his body to stare at his tiny back and ass and begins rubbing his hole with his fingers. He starts to moan again as the pleasure factor overrides the painful sensations. He feels his anus contracting from the inside and it makes his cock stand up again. He slides a few fingers inside and feels the walls stretching and widening before his ass grows. He continues to rub himself as his ass begins to thicken as the bones disappear and his glutes balloon. He smiles as they form a perfect bubble butt. From his ass, Cole begins to feel incredible pain starting to move up his lower back into his delts, traps, and shoulders. It is an astronomical amount of pain that brings him to his knees and finally on his new ass on the ground. He begins to bawl as his back cracks and his spine realigns itself. He can literally feel new vertebrae growing in his spine as he gets taller. Through the sheer agony, he hears multiple pops all over his back as the muscles start to thicken and push their way out from inside his body. He can feel his lats spreading further outward as his arms begin to rise from where they were sitting. Cole says ‘OH GAWD!’ several times as his delts explode in size making him sit up straighter than before. He feels his traps rising out of nowhere against his neck as it contracts and thickens. The veins swell into giant hoses against the skin. He can hear his shoulders stretching like helium against his arms and traps and holds his face in his hands. As he does this, he can feel his voicebox tingling as he mutters to himself and notices that his tone has gotten deeper. He says, ‘HOLY SHIT!’ and boasts with laughter as he looks back into the mirror and sees his head starting to change. The hair on his head has thickened, covering up any bare spots. He was a blonde, but now he is a brunette. His green eyes have changed to hazel as his clean shaven face grows a nicely kempt beard with a red hue. Instead of pain in his head, he feels a bit light headed but is aware of his changes as his eyes appear a bit glazed. He brushes his hands against his beard and moans deeply as he loves the way he looks. He knows now that the only thing left is his chest which of course is his favorite area. The tingling has finally moved down from his head and neck and is penetrating his pecs and stomach. He grabs his chest over his heart as it beats incredibly fast. His eyes grow huge as he feels like he is dying and falls to his knees. He peers into the mirror and sees his nonexistent pectorals starting to form. He cries out in extreme pain as they start to stretch and fill out. His nipples struggle to keep up with the changes as they nearly disappear underneath the giant swollen melons. His abdominals begin to appear directly under his enormous pecs as they contract and inflate one after another. He growls as he makes a scary face as his eyes grow big and the veins in his head pop out. The pressure from the tiny muscles growing in his abdomen makes him squirm and itch. All of the stabilizers and oblique muscles are next as they thicken and lengthen their way all over his sides. The thick hair that covered his entire chest has now become proportioned between his 8-pack and the crevices and surfaces of his pecs. After this final transformation, Cole breathes a major sigh of relief and stands back up to move to another mirror located not far from where he was. He takes a few giant breaths and does a whole sequence of poses that he learned from Reid. After a few minutes, he hears the water turn off in the showers and wonders how his trainer didn’t hear any of this happening. He doesn’t move from his spot because he wants Reid to see him as he is now. He hopes that Reid recognizes him since he does still have similar facial features only a bit more mature. He can hear someone coming around the corner from the shower area and looks into the mirror. To his surprise it isn’t Reid, but rather one of his training coworkers Emmett. His first reaction is, ‘Dude do you need a towel or something?’ Cole turns to look at him with a puzzled look on his face and says, ‘Where is Reid?’ Emmett laughs and says, ‘ohh he is here man. I heard everything you two did earlier, I just didn’t know that you were so……right for him.’ Cole responds by saying, ‘well…..I uhhh…..didn’t look like this earlier.’ Emmett gives him a weird look and just shakes his head. ‘Whatever man, all I know is he will never want another man because you are perfect for him physically.’ Cole smiles at him and Emmett makes a low growling sound at him. Cole flexes his huge guns as Emmett makes a few woof noises. He turns to leave the gym as Reid finally makes his way out on to the gym floor. He instantly drops his gym bag once he sees Cole standing there flexing. ‘UHHHHH…….WHO ARE YOU? Wait a minute……you look familiar. You sort of look like……NO WAY! Your eyes are…..you have a beard? OH MY GAWD THE BODY HAIR……MMMMMM…..HOLY SHIT……HOW DID THIS…..COLE? Reid stares at him for five long minutes as Cole continues to pose as his cock bounces and drips precum all over the floor. The mesmerized trainer’s rod pushes intently against his towel as it loosens and falls to the ground. Cole smiles at him with a huge grin as Reid’s rod jumps wildly. He continues to watch his equally muscular buddy tease him with his muscles. Cole moves over to him as he looks into his trainer’s beautiful brown eyes and cups his face with his hands. Reid can barely breathe as Cole shoves his tongue down his trainer’s throat as their bodies meet for the first time on equal terms. It can only get better from this point.

‘Are you reading that story again Chane? Damnit man, I know you want to be one of those guys that end up having a fling with Achilles but come on.’ ‘I know I know I’m sorry Matt. I just can’t help it, there is so much sex and the transformations are great too. I just want to be one of those guys he meets up with and changes.’ ‘You are fine the way you are stud, you don’t need to go overboard fantasizing about some guy in a fan story geez. You have me and I’m not too shabby right?’ *flexes his small biceps* ‘Yeah I guess so. Do you want to have sex before you leave?’ *grins really big* ‘And you always want to have sex after reading it too. I wish I had time hot stuff but I need to get going. You need to get moving to the service center too anyways. I will talk to you later okay?’ Matt leaves their bedroom and walks down the hall to where the front door is to open it. He waves goodbye to Chane and leaves not long after. The fairly nerdy man sits at his desk and just stares at the computer screen not thinking about too much and just daydreams as he watches Matt drive off in his sports car. His mind wanders a bit as he imagines what Achilles might look like in real life. The words in the story make him out to be a very beefy stud with a vivid imagination. Chane wishes that he had the same ability as the man in the story so he can grow and be the incredible stud that Achilles is. He dozes off after a few minutes and feels as if he is falling from the sky. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and thinks that he is awake, but rather he isn’t. He gets up from his computer chair and goes walking into the kitchen. There he sees a thickly muscled, black haired, handsome man standing over by one of the windows and is shirtless. His black chest hair is damp and it appears that he has just finished some workout. The man turns and gives Chace a big grin before doing a double bicep pose. His huge guns shine as the hair protruding from his pits is exposed. ‘Greetings mate. I was just getting ready to fix myself a big protein shake. I really hit those weights hard today, do you think I succeeded at getting a nice bloody pump?’ The man turns to do a double bicep flex with his back to Chane. The enormous delts and traps swell up to match his thick head. Chane nearly faints as he rushes over to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. The man turns back around and looks at him with a confused look. ‘What’s wrong with you mate? You have never acted like this before, at least not since I have known you.’ The man goes over to the blender and turns it on as Chane watches him stand there with his muscles twitching in his back. Chane feels his pulse increasing as he sees the sweat rolling down the huge man’s muscled spine before disappearing into his hot ass crack. As the man finishes fixing his concoction, he takes the pitcher off the blender stand and tips it back to drink its contents. Chane’s pupils dilate as he sees some of the shake rolling down the man’s huge beefy chest. The man finishes the shake and takes a few fingers to rub the amount on his chest into his pecs and stomach. He puts the pitcher down on the counter and walks over to sit by Chane. The handsome man puts his strong hands on Chane’s clean shaven face and leans in to give him a nice light kiss on his lips. Chane doesn’t resist and they slowly lock their lips together. The surprised small man puts his hands on the other man’s head and lightly starts rubbing feeling how tightly muscled it is. The man stops kissing him to say something. ‘You not feeling yourself this morning Chane? Let me put you at ease a little bit mate.’ He pulls Chane’s shirt off and leans in to give him huge manly kisses on his chest. The man pulls him into his own chest and squeezes him softly. Chane feels the man’s thick chest pressing into his own making him moan. He then puts his hands around the man’s wide back and feels the huge muscles as they contract. The man moans himself as he pulls Chane’s pants off. They both get more into it as the man starts to slowly tongue his unsuspecting lover’s shaft throbbing beneath his black undies. Chane moans as he feels his apparent partner’s hands gripping his ass squeezing it tightly making him give in to his temptation. It isn’t long before the man is able to expose the cockhead from beneath Chane’s briefs. The small guy begins to run his hands and arms up and down the man’s huge back as he rubs the huge lats protruding from the beefy stud’s sides. The man smiles up at Chane’s face before running his tongue along the entire head of his cock. He stops lapping at it to say something again. ‘I think you are starting to feel a little better now mate, I can tell. Why don’t I help you get a little more comfortable while I am down here.’ The man slowly pulls his lover’s briefs down and throws them to the side before standing up to give Chane a cheeky grin as he slowly pulls his own gym shorts down past his crotch and giant pumped quads. The thick beef in his legs glisten with sweat as Chane looks in awe at the huge throbbing cock bouncing in front of him. The man finally pulls his shorts completely off past his calves to throw them in the same direction where he launched Chane’s undies. He picks his small lover up into his arms and sits him on the kitchen table before reaching in to shove his tongue down Chane’s throat. The two men embrace as their cocks press against each other and rub their ooze all over their shafts. Chane moans deeply as the man’s massive sweaty torso rubs up against his shirt. The man then reaches down and grabs the side of Chane’s shirt to slowly rip it off taking in the awesome sound of the fabric giving way to his sheer power. He tosses the fabric to the side as he stops kissing Chane to start running his tongue and mouth down his lover’s skinny chest. The man locks his hands together with Chane’s and pulls him up into him again off the table. The small admirer can feel his own hole tingling with anticipation as he realizes that he wants the man’s hot rod up inside him. ‘I know mate I know. I can sense it too. I want you too. I want you to cum for me though mate without me fucking you. This could be bloody fun.’ After thinking for a few minutes, Chane realizes that this man is actually the Achilles that he read about in the story. He looks into the man’s eyes and smiles really big prompting the beefy stud to smile back at him. Achilles slaps his cock on Chane’s and positions him to where the big stud’s cock starts to pulse against his midsection. The smaller man starts to worship his chest feeling its thick contours before slowly nursing his hairy nipples and pecs. The huge strongman moans in his husky british tone and releases one of his hands to caress Chane’s head. ‘MMMMM mate that feels incredible. Keep working me over love and I will give you a bloody wonderful present soon that you will never forget.’ Chane buries his face into the black forest running down Achilles upper body. His throbbing cock is now pressing up against the small admirer’s face before slowly dripping a little pre down his right shoulder. Chane moans as he grabs Achilles’ cock and begins massaging it slowly with his free hand. Achilles growls loudly as he pushes Chane in to suck him. The thick shaft maneuvers its way inside his mouth as it throbs wildly. The tasty ooze increases as it flows down Chane’s throat. He tries to reach down to stroke his own cock, but Achilles slaps it lightly before shaking his finger down at him motioning that he is not allowed. The eager small man squeezes his beefy lover’s ass tightly as he feels Achilles pushing his cock further down his throat. He manages to gain his composure again as he feels his huge lover’s balls hitting his face and slowly swelling bigger than before. ‘You are such a great sucker mate. I can feel myself getting closer to bursting. Why don’t you lean back Chane so I can really make you feel good.’ He slides his cock out of Chane’s mouth and puts him back on the table enough to where his cock begins to slap against the pulsing hole of his eager lover. He lets go of his lover’s other hand to run his own huge beefy hands on Chane’s thin frame. His warm muscles touch his lover’s skin making the smaller man shutter a bit feeling enveloped and a bit protected. Achilles leans in for another manly kiss on Chane’s lips as he runs his hands down to where his small lover’s legs are and pulls them around to his back. Chane immediately locks his legs on to Achilles and moans loudly making the brit growl in delight. ‘MMMM mate I want to cum so badly…..I think you are giving me the impression also that you want my load inside you. *winks and grins* I think you will be surprised as to what I have in store for you mate.’ He rubs his huge cock on Chane’s hole and slowly starts to push it inside sending a rush of ecstasy through the small man. ‘OH YEAH, I know you will love it mate. I have a big load waiting to fill you up.’ He pushes further inside Chane as the smaller man draws closer into Achilles begging to be fucked. The thickly muscled powerlifter senses his small lover’s needs and starts to hump him slowly making the table start to creak. His powerful hairy body starts to drip with sweat as Chane’s eyes become transfixed on his man’s stunning power as he is being ravaged. ‘Mate I can feel it getting closer…..I have to fucking cum so badly it is driving me crazy…..’ He increases his speed as Chane feels Achilles body starting to tense as the table shakes to the point that the legs on it begin to break. The huge stud grabs his lover in his arms as the table finally falls to the ground. He holds Chane up in his arms as he begins to yell in his british drawl. Chane feels his huge lover’s cock starting to contract. ‘OHH FUCK MATE, I CAN’T CONTROL IT…..*stretch*…..*pop*…..I AM FUCKING CUMMING’ As Chane feels the huge river flowing through him, he can feel Achilles muscles expanding all around him as he feels the hairy muscle growing against him. The muscles stretch and pop uncontrollably as his British lover laughs feeling himself starting to wreck everything around him. Before Chane witnesses any other destruction occurring……he wakes up from his dream and feels his cock exploding in his pants. He grabs his cell phone and realizes that he was supposed to be at the service center about an hour ago. His cock continues to throb filling his undies with more cum before it finally stops. He gets up from his chair and ponders what just happened in his dream before he gets up to change into some clean underwear. If Matt found out that he didn’t make it on time, he would probably be pissed. After putting a t-shirt and a pair of shorts on, he gets into his truck. He finally gets to the service center and rushes in to put his uniform on before his coworker Alex sees him. Unfortunately, he has already noticed that he is late and is waiting for Chane in the back dressing area. He smiles and has his big veiny forearms crossed standing in the doorway smiling. ‘Well, did you and Matt have a nice morning? There has to be a reason why you are late, you never are.’ ‘Uhh well I guess you could say that Alex. I’d rather not talk about it and get to work.’ ‘Okay. Frankly I don’t see what you like so much about him, you could have been with me a long time ago and I know I could satisfy you way better than he can. You have known me far longer too and even encouraged me to pursue my aspirations for growth.’ Alex opens his uniform and shows off his greasy muscular frame exposing nearly everything including the upper part of his crotch. ‘Geezus Alex, how do you get away with not wearing any underwear. That is so sleazy man.’ ‘I like the feeling of it all flowing freely man. Besides I get good money if I show off my goods when I get some of these rich guys to leave their cars here. Oh well, I have to get this day moving along, I’m already behind, I will see you out here in a bit.’ Alex leaves as Chane finishes putting his boots on. He feels a bit lightheaded but gets up anyway to go out on the floor to start servicing a vehicle. After changing the oil in the car, he feels himself getting dizzier and almost falls to the ground. Alex hears one of the other guys yell out and rushes over to see what happened. He picks Chane up off the floor and takes him into the back. He looks into his friend’s eyes and sees how disoriented he is. ‘Chane? I’m taking you to the hospital man, you look completely out of it.’ Chane reaches out and touches Alex’s shoulder. ‘No Alex I’m fine. Please don’t call Matt either he won’t know what to do. I feel…..*pauses as he breathes a little heavier* really strange.’ ‘Chane…..?’ The concerned coworker looks down at his buddy’s chest and notices how tight Chane’s shirt is getting from even just a minute before. ‘Have you worked out a lot lately because I don’t remember your pecs looking this swollen?’ Chane turns his head down towards the ground and sees what Alex is talking about. His pecs are slowly stretching his shirt to its limits. He puts his hands on them and feels their power emanating as his nipples stretch the fabric as if they are trying to break free. He doesn’t feel any type of pain from this either which totally intrigues him. Alex’s pupils dilate as he turns his attention towards his friend’s growing arms. Completely unaware of his other changes, Chane’s forearms and biceps begin their growth cycle as the veins and tendons stretch against his skin pushing it wider and thicker. In fact, the unsuspecting recipient’s body is growing all over. Alex takes a seat off to the side as he witnesses the transformation commencing. Chane lightly moans as he continues to feel his pecs stretching the fabric. It slowly starts to rip down the middle as he watches his pecs emerge from captivity and drip several beads of sweat down his torso. His once flat chest is now filling out rapidly as his abs tear through the bottom half of his shirt. His growing back shreds his shirt and begins to work on his uniform. His legs quickly catch up to his upper body as they fill every single inch of the space in his shorts before ripping the seams completely open. It isn’t long before they start to fill the area remaining in his uniform. Alex pulls his greasy cock out from his own uniform and slowly wanks seeing his friend morph into someone far more appealing. Chane’s face and head is beginning to change its appearance slightly as his hair changes from blonde to brown and his face gets fuller even growing a bit of stubble. His shoulders stretch bigger and rounder pushing his uniform higher off his body to make room for his immense delts and lats. At this point, the growing stud pulls his tattered shirt off and looks up at Alex before winking and throwing the rag at him. Alex moans before he starts to crawl his way over to where Chane is sitting. They don’t speak as Alex pulls the top part of Chane’s uniform down to watch his upper body continue its dramatic change. At this point, the grower sees what his arms have done and smiles. Alex stops stroking his cock and runs his hands all over Chane’s thick forearms before tracing them up along a giant vein which continues into his shoulders. He squeezes them tightly getting a reaction from the growing stud. Chane wraps his arms around Alex and hugs him into his chest which pulses with excitement. Feeling Chane’s powerful quads starting to rip the seams apart in his uniform, Alex quickly pulls the rest of it off. The big bodybuilder’s legs are completely drenched in sweat from their transformation as his body hair begins to thicken up. Alex can feel Chane’s chest hair growing quickly as it covers his pecs and abs. He runs his hands over them making the big man moan lightly. ‘Oh mate…..*pauses and grabs his newly thickened neck with both giant arms* what the bloody hell? Huh? Why am I talking this way? I’m not british? *pauses again to think about it as Alex stares curiously up at his face* Could it be? *looks off in the distance* WHOA! I thought it was just a dream?’ ‘What was just a dream Chane? You mean this crazy transformation? I admit I never thought you would ever look so incredible.’ Alex runs his hands up and down his friend’s incredible quads and feels the bodybuilder’s throbbing cock against his own which is sitting up against his. Chane’s brown eyes stare into Alex’s blue ones before leaning in to hug him against his new muscular body again. The greasy admirer continues to run his hands along Chane’s hot body as they find their way towards his huge lats which flare out slightly. He squeezes them before rubbing his face into Chane’s hairy pits. The surprised stud rubs his friend’s head slowly as he buries his face further into each pit. Alex moans louder as he runs his hands up and down the huge monstrous back that now resides on Chane. The big stud pulls Alex’s uniform off before grabbing a hold of his ass and pulling him into him. Alex yells as he feels his body now pressing against Chane’s. ‘Oh gawd please Chane, you have to fuck me. Matt won’t even know who you are now so you might as well go for it. I am so fucking turned on by you, but I have always been anyway. You can’t deny me now can you?’ ‘Gawd mate…..I don’t want to cheat on him…..but…..I do feel like things have definitely changed. This does feel bloody amazing and you are so hot.’ Before Alex has another moment to respond, Chane pulls him down on top of his raging cock as some of the other guys from the service center begin to make their way into the changing area. Chane’s dream about Achilles appears to be quite the game changer as he embarks on a new path in his life. For other stories with Achilles, check these out: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2477-the-achilles-effect/?p=18769 http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3910-the-other-side-of-the-species/(mentioned, not a main character)

Part 4 I was the first to wake up, regardless of the fact that there was no alarm clock or sunlight to wake me in the basement that was Bear’s room. My vision was blurry with sleep as I tried to pull myself up on what had to be a warm iron bed. As I stretched as though I were on a bed, I couldn’t help but turn around and be rewarded with the sight Bear’s massive chest heaving up and down. His massive frame rose and fell with his breath as he snored loudly yet soundly. My morning wood was up and awake with me as my mouth watered over those hairy pecs. I wanted to climb up and mash my face between the cleavage and was about to. But then I didn’t. Something had stopped me for a moment and I didn’t know what. I wan’t you to meet the other pups, Cub, came an echo in my mind. I actually had raised eyebrows in astonishment before I stopped questioning it. Something else was making me refuse to question what had just happened. I can’t say for certain but it just felt…… right. Getting down from Bear’s bed for the first time really put things into perspective. Bear was a big, BIG man and it only rung true when I prepared to land on the ground. My feet dangled from the edge due to its height and, when I landed, it was at least over waist high and nearly reached my chest. Next time, I knew there was no way I’d jump off hastily without being sure I’d land on my feet. The hallway was just as I remembered. The concrete walls were a straight path except for two doors. There were lights that were somewhat bright that I had to squint for. And that smell. I was taking deep breaths of that wonderful smell that was so easy to recognize. Bear musk. It was like an ocean that wafted all around me and didn’t let up the further I went down the hall. I could have kept walking and tripped on the first stair at the end of the path but I stopped when I heard a sound. A loud sound that resembled a massive pot being hit with another massive pot. It was the sound of steel being pumped and I knew where it was coming from as I turned to the big door to my right. I grabbed the handle but hesitated as I couldn’t see anything in the foggy window of the large metal door. I opened it anyway. It was somewhat well lit in the room which is why I didn’t look at anything in the room but one thing. Not the big weight benches or the weight racks or even the machines. My attention was on a giant form that was unlike anything I’d ever seen that just begged me to come towards it. This giant was not as large as Bear but he was hot in a somewhat similar way. He had pale skin and red hair that could have been on fire and I’d never have known it. His traps were bulging behind him as he was deadlifting what had to hundreds of pounds that bended the bar with its heavy chains on the ends! His shoulders were flexed and massive, jutting out in girth farther than his thick waist though, in all honestly, it was hard to gauge how wide they truly were the way his back tattoo criss crossed in some sort of celtic pattern over the top of his back in humble curves that seemed afraid of the hard muscle beneath. Even from the back of his shirtless body, I could see muscles of whole new level tighten in his lower back as he held up the weight. It was as though he had some fat but it was merely a ploy to hide a massive quantity of muscle in his waist. And then there was what he had coveted in a tight pair of shorts that looked more like boxer briefs the way they were constricting against the giant’s big, meaty thighs. I let my eyes trail further but I ran out of time for further review when a loud CRASH hit the ground. It was then that the face of one of the big jocks from my initiation faced my direction. I thought I’d cry this man was so beautifully big. He wasn’t as hot as Bear was, in my view, but he was a miracle on the planet as I let my eyes wander over the large landscape that was his body. The man’s hair was done in a short Mohawk that only graced the middle of his head as the rest of it was shaved low. Red stubble graced his face and only accentuated his pale skin and beautifully sapphire eyes. I felt like he was looking into my soul with their beauty and his fierce furrowed brow only made them more intense the way he was trying to keep sweat from his eyes. His cheekbones were high but the thick, manly jaw he coveted indicated he was the descendant of some intense Scottish heritage. When I felt that I couldn’t look at such a beautiful, manly face for much longer, the thick, bull neck atop the man’s massive torso was the introduction to big, wide straps that seemed to just make his shoulders look bigger and his entire body more full. The sweat was glistening down his shoulders like rain down a mountain. The large hills that were the man’s biceps were thick and appeared to be mashed into his lats, forming what could have been none other than a perfect white wall. This wall, so big and pale and glistening, was only filled with even more manly taste as two pecs, both full to the brim with meaty muscle, pushed out permanently as though the man were pushing his chest out even though he clearly wasn’t. They were hairless though, at the upper part of his chest, I could see that the hair was growing slowly in an effort to let those lucky enough to see his beautifully thick, pink nipples that stretched to be big nickel sized things. The big man’s supposed gut wasn’t one full with beer. His stomach looked harder than any brick wall the way it stuck out and stuck out almost as far as the big man’s pecs. Still, the individual sections made for his abdominal muscles weren’t obscured by the shadows his pecs made. Just as I was about to take a glance at what was packed in those tight, little shorts, I realized that the big white giant was coming towards me! He strutted towards me like he owned the room, which he did, and stopped his proud walk with a wide stance in front of me. When I thought he was spreading his stance to look bigger, I looked down and was proven wrong. It wasn’t because he was trying to look big but because he was! His thighs were so big that both were nearly pressed together in his current stance. They were standing far enough apart to protect what hung between the giant’s legs at a distance. A large bulge, big enough for me to see the low hanging off the man’s big balls, stuck from the package it was confined in. The big feet below looked like they were large shapes that looked like they had trouble finding appropriate shoes the way they filled what had to be size 17 shoes. When I had my vision coming back up, it felt like I was going up a tall elevator the way I had to pan my vision to look up a tall building for a view. A devilish smile is what awaited above me. “Hey there, Cub. I didn’t wake you up did I?” asked the giant from high above. God he’s tall, I thought as I tried to back up to give the man space but I was grabbed with a massive hand by the arm. “ Don’t be shy with me, Cub. It’s your Big Bro Donut!” With a jerk, I was pulled into a warm embrace as I was warmed by big, sweaty, pounding muscles that were pressing into my body. The warmth filled me like a rechargeable battery just before my supposed brother, Donut, released me and looked back down at me. “Wow, you’re smaller than I remember you being” Donut said as he ruffled my hair like I was a kid. I didn’t know it then but my gaze was only turning him on as he towered over me. “ If I didn’t know better, you couldn’t be any taller than 5 and a half, boy-o” he said as he rested his hand back on my shoulder. “7 feet and 8 inches have never felt hotter on me” he said as grinned. He wasn’t far off on that statement. He was massive in my eyes. Not as big as Bear but sure gigantic regardless. I hadn’t even said a word to him yet and he just shook his head. “Bear always somehow finds the cutest ones to bring in. Look at you. You’re like a little puppy that I get to keep” he said. I felt my cock jump as he talked about me like I was a beautiful creature he couldn’t let back out on the street. Donut stepped back before turning to away, finding his place on a big bench that was just able to hold his big ass. He lifted up a water bottle beside one of the bench’s legs and already started guzzling it with his mouth open in a waterfall. I was distracted by the way his big adam’s apple bobbed with the action. When he stopped, he made a satisfied sound before leaning on his big legs. “So, have you met the other pups yet?” I could only make a sort of squeezing in comparison to Donut’s big, deep voice as I responded. “No.” Donut’s face lit up when he heard that, he body rising like a massive rocket as he quickly towered over me and had his arm over my shoulder before spinning me around and taking me with him out of the room. “We can’t have you unsettled without a good supply of pup in your diet, can we?” he asked rhetorically. I felt myself cream my pants a little turning my head just to have my nose meet that wide, hairy armpit and the male smell roughly yanked on my nostrils, my hunger for the smell almost ravenous. Donut looked down as he walked up the stares and laughed a little. “Sorry, can’t keep all this testosterone in one shirt without it bursting” he joked as a mix of man and breakfast smell surrounded them. Donut and I were turning the corner and who else would be there other than Taker, his big body still naked in the confines of that tight jockstrap that pulled on his ass cheeks and looked like that was what made them look like they were as hard as steel in the chair he sat in. He was scarfing down food like a champion eater but he wasn’t alone. Someone else was across from him. He was like a dark horse in comparison to a blonde stallion as he sat across from Taker. The new face was another world in comparison as he also scarfed food into his much bigger body. Even sitting down, I could see that he was tall at what had to be 7’2, which was gigantic but not as tall as a 7’8 Donut. It was hard to make his handsome face as he ate his multiple plates of breakfast in a fast blur but didn’t look towards anyone. I found myself drooling watching him eat. It wasn’t just that he was hot and had brown hair that was almost black and a tattoo on his shoulder of a bear that was right at home on its thick shape. I was starting to see that I was falling for the most interesting things in men. Their muscles were the first but, as I thought, I could see I had a thing for big feet and big eaters too. Watching the big pup eat so much food was both a turn on and a reason to not eat breakfast as he had me full. His big arms were tensing and flexing with great power as he stabbed his fork into a sausage or scooped up a big pile of eggs and scarfed it down. His shark tooth necklace was tight against his big neck and it only helped the tight black wife beater make him look huge as his muscles flexed and contracted in a beautiful dance that could put any bodybuilder to shame. The vascularity in those forearms told me that, whatever sport he did, I was in need of some resuscitation to not faint over such beautiful muscle definition. I couldn’t make out his legs through his workout shorts but I could tell that they were big by the shape they formed around them. It was only when all the eggs, sausage, grits, and country fried steak was gone from his three plates that he finally leaned back in his chair, placed a toothpick in his mouth, and burped loudly with something like a gurgling bear’s roar. It was when he looked at me that my eyes lit up. He truly was a dark horse but, looking into those bright green eyes, everything just became alright in the world. I could see history behind that face of someone who’d seen beauty and sadness and happiness. His wolfish, bad boy looking features made him that much more handsome. The scar below his bottom lip. The thick eyebrows and short haircut. The 5 o’clock shadow that looked like the kind that solidly comes in if you grew body hair quickly. I was practically undressing him with my eyes as put his arm behind his head in a relaxed state, rubbing his belly a little after eating such a big meal. “Well, you’re a lot cuter den I remember you bein’ ” he said with a kind of smirk that seemed like he knew he was pushing into my shy side and it turned him on. I wasn’t far from being turned on myself as I wasn’t expecting a deep voiced, southern accent to come from those beautiful lips. “Hmmmm, ya lookin’ good ‘nough ta eat, Cub” he said as he looked me up and down as he licked his lips. “Ya don’ look like any o’ the other pups have gotten to ya yet.” With that, I watched as a manly tower rose from the seat and towered over me and 5’6 little frame. Before I knew it, I was surrounded as Donut stood behind me and the new giant stood in front of me. My face was just inches away from being smothered as the massive man stood in front of me and looked down at me over his big chest with hungry, emerald eyes. “Donut, I think we should show ‘im what it’s like to live with a family of pups” he said as he puffed his chest out and nearly had my face planted in the cleavage. Donut nodded behind me and I almost jumped as I felt something big, long, liberated, and very strong came up between my legs and almost lifted me off the ground with its hardness. “I agree 100%, Balls” came Donut from behind. I was smushed into a pup sandwich as they closed in on my front and back ends. To my surprise, they turned away from me and began a deep, powerful kissing as they made out above me. I couldn’t help but look up to see the muscle gods kiss with a hard boner lifting in my underwear. When their lips parted, I felt like I wanted to climb up their tall frames and join them but it seemed the opposite was more desirable to the towering men as they looked into each other’s eyes playfully before looking back down at me, my body sheltered beneath below their pecs. “We should probably take this upstairs to the Hibernation Room, huh?” To Be Continued…….

My feet never touched the ground when I sit on the high stools at this bar. I grasp my beer with both hands and stare down at my frail little legs hidden behind my khakis and kick the bar playfully a few times like I'm a child kicking the dirt with an audible sigh. I've been here a few times before on my way home from work to order a couple beers after the stressful days at my mediocre office job. There's never anything special that goes on in this bar because it's in the middle of basically no where except that mediocre office job I mentioned and my little appartment in the city ten miles from here. I'm convinced the stereo in here plays the same five songs over and over and I'm starting to get really sick of it, but the beers are cheap and the service is quick. The thunder claps outside and I can hear the wind starting to pick up as the rain begins to pelt the roof, almost blocking out the sound of the light music playing in the background. The lights flicker as a huge bolt of lightening cracks the sky in my view out of the window to my right. Suddenly the door behind me swings open and the sound of the downpour outside is much more evident. The door slams closed, shutting out the wind but the thunder continues to shake the establishment with subtle thuds that make the wine glasses on the shelves behind the bar quake. The thunder seems never ending at this point and feels like its getting stronger with each passing wave. I notice the bar tender's eyes grow wide as he stops drying the beer mug he had been rubbing with a rag. That wasn't thunder, those were foot steps. A huge leg suddenly swings onto the stool two chairs down followed by another massive twin. I look over and see a wall of a man towering what seems to be three feet above me. At 5'4 and 125lbs, soaking wet, it's not uncommon to have to stare up at everyone around me, but this was the biggest excuse for a man I had ever seen. He had jet black hair that was buzzed only a few inches long and a cut jawbone with a huge masculine jaw that sported a slight five o'clock shadow. I started to sweat as my eyes creeped lower and notice that his tight t-shirt, which must have been an XXXL, was soaking wet and leaving little to the imagination. One thing I could never admit was that I love huge muscles. I have an extreme weakness for their power and I feel a certain safety around big guys. I don't know what it is but pecs are something I can't get enough of, and this guy had a chest that stuck out atleast a foot over the bar. His broad shoulders carried two massive arms that were slick with rain as they rested on the ledge. A beer appeared in front of him. This was probably because he ordered it, but I wouldn't have been able to hear him order it if he had screamed it because my senses were all fucked up; he seemed to have me in one of those slow motion trances that you see in movies when the popular kid walks down the hallway and everyones staring. Wait, how long have I been staring? Holy shit! I snapped out of it and looked up to see the behemoth smiling down at me. While I contimplated my next move I noticed in my lower vision something moving. He was bouncing his pecs back and forth in his wet t-shirt. I lost it. I looked back down to my khakis only to be more humiliated by the tent I was pitching. This can't be happening. It was like high school all over again. I had to get out of here! I quickly threw money on the bar--which could have been one hundred dollars for all I was concerned--and immediately dashed towards the exit. Lightening struck fiercely as I ran towards my car. In seconds I was whipping around turns on the empty road surrounded by woods on every side. The rain was making things way too hard to see--it was as if my windshield had a sheet of white paper across it. I don't even know how far I had made it from the bar when I lost control of my car. The last thing I saw was my head going straight for my steering wheel. A couple of seconds later I woke up--dry--in a huge bed that was about two times as large as my queen sized bed in my shitty apartment. The fluffy white comforter was crisp and cold to the touch, just how I like it. Oh my god, I'm dead..I died. Then I heard a voice coming from the doorway ahead of me. I crawled to the edge of the bed and jumped down to explore. I walked out into a huge open room with high ceilings and log cabin styled walls. This place was huge! The ceilings had to be at least twenty feet high. I noticed, next, that the voice was actually a newscaster talking about the storm on the flat screen TV mounted halfway up the large wall ahead of me. I don't know if there are flat screens in heaven, so where the hell am I? I walked down a hallway on the opposite side of the room and I heard running water. I followed the noise until I reached a steamy open bathroom. The white tile floor was warm and moist as my barefeet walked across until I reach a large ceramic wall that only went half way to the ceiling and half way across the room. I peered over the other side of the wall and found the source of the steam. This was a lockeroom styled shower, fit for a giant. The shower water cascaded across the giant man standing naked, facing away from me. I estimated his back to be about four times as large as my entire width and it was covered in a mountain range of muscled lumps here and there. The water slid down to his massive glutes that had huge defined dents in the sides that could have been used as large cereal bowls. His legs were like tree trunks and his calves were as sharp as diamonds. I looked back up and noticed his head was thrown back and his shoulders were pulsing like he was...like he was stroking something. I gasped and he quickly whipped his neck around. I darted out of the shower room sliding across the tiles as I headed for the exit. Suddenly the thunder I heard earlier was back as this behemoth stomped after me, making the house shake with each of his large leaps. I ran for the bedroom I had woke up in and dove under the huge bed. The stomping slowed as it got closer. One last thud landed near the edge of the bed. Suddenly the bed creaked and started rising higher and higher. My shelter was being lifted above me! The giant, robed man used only one hand to lift the side of the huge bed 5 feet up in the air as he peered under it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--" I started. "Hey! Whoa, whoa! Relax there, little man! I'm not going to hurt you!" He eased. "I brought you here a few hours ago because I saw you swerve off the road after you ran out of the bar. I wanted to apologize for being so foward so I chased after you but ended up having to pull a rescue mission in this storm." "Well.." I shuttered. "How about you come out from under my bed so I don't accidentally cause you another concussion in one night?" He offered his huge hand to me. "I'm Alex." I put my hand in his and suddenly felt an ounce of his power as it envolveped up to my wrist and tugged me out from under the bed. The bed came crashing down as he released it and then spun around to sit on the edge of the massive mattress. Even as I stood and he sat, he was still a solid 6 inches above me. "What's your name?" He asked. "I'm Joey." I said, still skeptical of what this big guy might do to me. "Thanks for saving me." "It was the least I could do for ruining your night." "You didn't ruin anything. I just--" I stopped and stared up at him. "You just what?" He questioned, staring blankly at me like a lost puppy. This huge guy had no idea what kind of effect he had on me. "I just never saw anyone as big as you before..." I admitted ashamedly and looked back down at his feet. They were more than twice as large as mine. "Oh!" He said excitedly, "You like this?" I looked up to his face as he smiled and stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to me so that there was less than a foot between us. As I stared up he seemed to keep rising and rising, it was never ending. He peeled off his tight robe and tossed it on the bed behind him. I looked straight ahead and was eye level with his navel which was a tunnel inside his cavernous abs. He wore whitey tighties that had an extremely small waist compared to his wingspan. I was not prepared for what I saw when I tilted my head up. His pecs jetted out over me by a foot. They casted a shadow that sent shivers down my spine and blocked out the light from the ceiling fan high above. The cleavage between his pecs was unlike anything I've ever dreamed of. With a slight movement of his shoulders and arms his pecs parted like the Red Sea and his cute face peered down at me in the view between them. He looked incredible from my angle and I just stared with my mouth agap like a silly school boy. "So, do you like this?" He asked again as he began alternately bouncing the giant pecs above me. "You're...you're so big..." I said breathlessly. "Do you really think so?" "Yes," I declared, "I can't believe it." "What's not to believe?" He said as he sat back down on the edge of the bed in front of me. "I actually can't believe how small you are. I was shocked when I saw you wiggling your legs at the bar, trying to touch the ground." He chuckled. "It was adorable." Was he serious? He thinks he should be more into me than me into him? What is going on with this guy? "Do you want me to flex for you, little man?" He furrowed his brow as he asked the question. "Yes, big guy!" I said eagerly. I had a boner for the passed fifteen minutes, I didn't know how I was lasting this long in the same room as this titan. He raised up his arm and held it parallel with the bed. He closed his hand into a fist and veins started popping out of his forearm and his bicep. He brought his fist two inches from his ear and his bicep shot up into a huge bowling ball. "Holy..shit." I said as I gazed at the veiny orb. "Go ahead and kiss it, little man." He was staring at it, too, "before I flex it." It was then that it hit me that his huge bicep was not even flexed yet. Had I even seen any part of his body flexed yet? I moved my face close to his hot flesh and pressed my lips on the lower portion of the muscled rock he called a bicep. Suddenly he grunted and the bicep visibly swelled into massive porportions. Before, I was able to see the top part of the wall behind his arm; once the big guy flexed his bicep, the mountain grew so big that the muscle wall that was now as big as a basketball and was all I could see. I started to use my tonuge and kiss every surface inch of this massive arm. "It's real strong. I bet I have more muscle in this one bicep then you're whole body!" I could tell that my worshipping of his muscles excited him. He loved being admired and he definitely liked that I made him feel big. I decided to take the lead and touch his rock hard ten-pack next. "Yea, check out my abs, little guy!" I sucked on his huge arm one last time and then pulled my face away to check out his midsection. He stood up and I was once again face to face with his ripped abs. "Damn, big guy," I said as I rubbed his ribbed stomach, "they're like stone!" Each of his abs popped out a solid three inches and they were perfectly symmetrical. The rift down the center was as thin as a credit card swiper. I moved my face in and started to kiss his abs when his huge hand came up behind and lightly pressed my face into the divide between the ten pack abs. My nose and lips locked into place between them and then with a slight grunt he flexed. My face was being pinched by his rock hard abs and there was no way I could pull my nose our lips out without them being torn off. I pressed my hands on both sides above my head and my finger tips sunk into different crevices between his upper abs. The big guy chuckled as he swayed side to side, bringing my defenseles cute face and hands wherever his midsection pleased. Finally he released me and I rubbed my face and then immediately licked whatever part of his muscled abs I could reach. "Check this out!" he said as he stomped towards a dresser on the side of his room. "I call this my toy box, but it's really just a junk drawer" he smiled playfully. He pulled out a thick marker and a pencil and brought them over to me. He placed the marker on the bed and put the pencil in my hand. "Go ahead, little man," He looked down at me with a devilish grin between his massive pecs, "put it in my abs!" I first looked at the yellow, wooden pencil and then I looked up at his abs. I slowly brought the pencil close to his midsection and turned it sideways so it was parallel with the floor. I selected the thickest ab set and placed the pencil in the slot they formed. "Push it in!" He shouted. I poked the pencil in and then gave it more force. When I brought my hand away the pencil remained sitting in place. Alex chuckled and then slowly started to flex his abs. The pencil shimmied its way in and then cracked and snapped as his abs bent the pencil. I dug my fingers in and pulled out the remains of the pencil and looked up at him and smiled. He was loving this just as much as me. "Now the marker!" he shouted down at me. I picked up the thick black permanent marker off the bed and held it perpendicullar to the floor. I pressed the marker into the deep crevice between all the sets of his abs. After putting enough pressure on the marker it sank in so deep that I don't think I would have been able to pull it out on my own. Alex flexed his abs and the marker wedged itself so deep that it was surrounded by muscle on all sides. "Hahaha! I can't see what's going on down there over my pecs, but by the looks of it, you seem to like this!" This gave me a great idea. "Yea, big guy, your muscles are amazing! But, I have a question for you." I asked shyly. "Listen, I love that you make me feel big. Anything that will help you enjoy this experience will help me enjoy this experience. Ask away!" He exclaimed. "D-Do you think you could try this with your pecs?" I asked looking up at him. "Oh man, hahaha! You're a pec guy, aren't you?" He said proudly. He bunched his pecs up and his face disappeared from sight again. "You're in for a treat, little man!" He reached down with one hand and scooped me up like a doll. While holding me a few feet in front of him, he slowly plucked the back of my shirt and gently pulled it over my head. "I hope you don't mind we get a bit more comfortable?" He asked. I grinned happily and nodded. He then pulled my pants and boxers off leaving me naked. He craddled me in his massive arms and my head rested on his giant bicep. He pulled me closer to the underside of his chest and his pecs literally sat on top of me like two giant heavy bean bag chairs. He chuckled and bounced them around while craddling me. The two mounds heaved up and down, one by one; Each time they came down they crashed onto my naked body making me lose a little bit of breath each time. "Big gu--" Boom. "Big g--" Boom. "Big guy, you're" Boom. "Crushing me" Boom. Alex looked over his chest, hearing my whimpers and then tightened his chest into position with a freightened look on his face. "Shit, I'm sorry Joey!" He pleaded, "Sometimes I forget my own strength. Are you okay?" He looked down at me in his massive arms with the sorriest expression. "Yea, it's okay. I liked it, actually, I just hope you don't accidentally hurt me in all this fun!" I explained. Alex reassured me with a smile and then glanced at the dresser he rummaged through before. He gave another devilish grin and started to stomp towards the dresser. He placed me on the dresser which was about three feet high and really did look like a toy box for this giant hunk of a man. I noticed that when he placed me down on top of the three foot dresser, I was face-to-face with his huge pecs. I could have swore that he was only above seven feet when I first saw him at the bar, so this math just didn't add up to me. But, I shrugged it off as the big guy seemed to have a devilish plan in store for me. He reached down and opened the junk drawer. "Go ahead, pick out something for us to play with," he smiled at me. I reached in and brought up an old CD. "Inset disk here," He giggled as he bounced his huge chest around. I slid the disk into the tight cleavage and it slowly went further and further in. He looked me in the eyes and winked and started bouncing his pecs again so the disk disappeared between his pecs. I dug my fingers in as he playfully flexed and even though they were three inches into the deep crevice, I still could not feel the disk. "Just how deep is this cleavage?" I asked, shocked. "I guess you'll have to find out!" He giggled as he gave his pecs one big jump and the disk flew out and hit the wall across the room. I reached into the drawer again and grabbed a thick dictionary. "I bet your pecs can't swallow this, big guy!" I teased and went to put the heavy book back into the drawer when he grabbed my wrist with his long, thick fingers. I looked up at him startled and he had a serious expression. He was determined to prove me wrong. He brought my hands back up to his pecs. "Come on, little man, wedge it between my pecs--if you can--pipsqueak." Alex smiled and flexed his huge pecs. The veins were bursting out and the striations that made up the upper and lower pecs were visible like huge ropes. He expanded his back and then puffed out his chest and the cleavage seemed to open like a huge muscular vice. I slowly moved the heavy book towards his pecs and then squeezed it in as far as I could. I couldn't believe my eyes. His pecs parted for the book and then when he relaxed them they came crashing towards both covers. The dictionary was hanging out only a few inches from being totally enveloped by his pecs. I gasped and put my hands on both of his huge pecs. I felt them vibrating as sweat dripped down his forehead. "Watch this, little man." He grinned. "They're gunna GROW!" He shouted as he opened his arms wide with his fists clenched tight. I could audibly hear his pecs growing. They made the sound you get when rubbing two balloons together. I backed up as his pecs grew a few inches towards me and my back hit the wall. Alex looked down at me, standing on the dresser in front of him, and bounced his pecs again. The dictionary wedged itself deeper and deeper into his pecs until it was no longer visible. "I believe you lost a bet?" Alex smiled and flicked my eight inch cock which was now rock hard and dripping precum. I looked down and saw his huge python sticking straight out almost tearing through his tight underwear. The underwears' elastic could hardly contain his package and his pubic bush was flowing out of the top. "Big guy...You just grew!" "I know. I knew you would like that! The thing is, i've never grown more than an inch or two a month. With you, I feel like I can just keep getting bigger!" He bounced his giant pecs and the dictionary plopped out the underside of his cleavage, crashing to the floor. "You're so massive! I can't believe how huge your pecs are!" I fiddled around in the drawer beneath my feet as I said this, looking for something to really test his strength. I came back up with an old door knob in my hand. "Hey big guy?" I asked provacatively. "Yea?" "Do you think you can crush things with your pecs?" Alex smiled and raised an eye brow. "Go ahead, little man, put it in there!" He once again opened up his cavernous cleavage and looked me in the eyes. I pressed the door knob a few inches into his pecs and let go. They closed up like a venus fly trap and I pressed my small hands on his pecs and rubbed around. "Here goes nothing!" He wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me close to his pecs as I tried to push away. "Stop! What are you doing!" I shouted, terrified. As soon as I was pressed against his pecs, Alex stopped tugging me towards him. My dick pressed against his abs and I thrusted it upwards where it laid in the rift between his abs. "Little man, I told you I will never hurt you. Look at all the power I have in just my chest. I'm here to protect you, not hurt you." And with that Alex released me and grabbed my hand. He slid my hand to the underside of his pecs, and a small gumball sized piece of metal fell into my palm. It was warm to the touch. It was once the door knob that he crushed with just his pecs.

My feet never touched the ground when I sit on the high stools at this bar. I grasp my beer with both hands and stare down at my frail little legs hidden behind my khakis and kick the bar playfully a few times like I'm a child kicking the dirt with an audible sigh. I've been here a few times before on my way home from work to order a couple beers after the stressful days at my mediocre office job. There's never anything special that goes on in this bar because it's in the middle of basically no where except that mediocre office job I mentioned and my little appartment in the city ten miles from here. I'm convinced the stereo in here plays the same five songs over and over and I'm starting to get really sick of it, but the beers are cheap and the service is quick. The thunder claps outside and I can hear the wind starting to pick up as the rain begins to pelt the roof, almost blocking out the sound of the light music playing in the background. The lights flicker as a huge bolt of lightening cracks the sky in my view out of the window to my right. Suddenly the door behind me swings open and the sound of the downpour outside is much more evident. The door slams closed, shutting out the wind but the thunder continues to shake the establishment with subtle thuds that make the wine glasses on the shelves behind the bar quake. The thunder seems never ending at this point and feels like its getting stronger with each passing wave. I notice the bar tender's eyes grow wide as he stops drying the beer mug he had been rubbing with a rag. That wasn't thunder, those were foot steps. A huge leg suddenly swings onto the stool two chairs down followed by another massive twin. I look over and see a wall of a man towering what seems to be three feet above me. At 5'4 and 125lbs, soaking wet, it's not uncommon to have to stare up at everyone around me, but this was the biggest excuse for a man I had ever seen. He had jet black hair that was buzzed only a few inches long and a cut jawbone with a huge masculine jaw that sported a slight five o'clock shadow. I started to sweat as my eyes creeped lower and notice that his tight t-shirt, which must have been an XXXL, was soaking wet and leaving little to the imagination. One thing I could never admit was that I love huge muscles. I have an extreme weakness for their power and I feel a certain safety around big guys. I don't know what it is but pecs are something I can't get enough of, and this guy had a chest that stuck out atleast a foot over the bar. His broad shoulders carried two massive arms that were slick with rain as they rested on the ledge. A beer appeared in front of him. This was probably because he ordered it, but I wouldn't have been able to hear him order it if he had screamed it because my senses were all fucked up; he seemed to have me in one of those slow motion trances that you see in movies when the popular kid walks down the hallway and everyones staring. Wait, how long have I been staring? Holy shit! I snapped out of it and looked up to see the behemoth smiling down at me. While I contimplated my next move I noticed in my lower vision something moving. He was bouncing his pecs back and forth in his wet t-shirt. I lost it. I looked back down to my khakis only to be more humiliated by the tent I was pitching. This can't be happening. It was like high school all over again. I had to get out of here! I quickly threw money on the bar--which could have been one hundred dollars for all I was concerned--and immediately dashed towards the exit. Lightening struck fiercely as I ran towards my car. In seconds I was whipping around turns on the empty road surrounded by woods on every side. The rain was making things way too hard to see--it was as if my windshield had a sheet of white paper across it. I don't even know how far I had made it from the bar when I lost control of my car. The last thing I saw was my head going straight for my steering wheel. A couple of seconds later I woke up--dry--in a huge bed that was about two times as large as my queen sized bed in my shitty apartment. The fluffy white comforter was crisp and cold to the touch, just how I like it. Oh my god, I'm dead..I died. Then I heard a voice coming from the doorway ahead of me. I crawled to the edge of the bed and jumped down to explore. I walked out into a huge open room with high ceilings and log cabin styled walls. This place was huge! The ceilings had to be at least twenty feet high. I noticed, next, that the voice was actually a newscaster talking about the storm on the flat screen TV mounted halfway up the large wall ahead of me. I don't know if there are flat screens in heaven, so where the hell am I? I walked down a hallway on the opposite side of the room and I heard running water. I followed the noise until I reached a steamy open bathroom. The white tile floor was warm and moist as my barefeet walked across until I reach a large ceramic wall that only went half way to the ceiling and half way across the room. I peered over the other side of the wall and found the source of the steam. This was a lockeroom styled shower, fit for a giant. The shower water cascaded across the giant man standing naked, facing away from me. I estimated his back to be about four times as large as my entire width and it was covered in a mountain range of muscled lumps here and there. The water slid down to his massive glutes that had huge defined dents in the sides that could have been used as large cereal bowls. His legs were like tree trunks and his calves were as sharp as diamonds. I looked back up and noticed his head was thrown back and his shoulders were pulsing like he was...like he was stroking something. I gasped and he quickly whipped his neck around. I darted out of the shower room sliding across the tiles as I headed for the exit. Suddenly the thunder I heard earlier was back as this behemoth stomped after me, making the house shake with each of his large leaps. I ran for the bedroom I had woke up in and dove under the huge bed. The stomping slowed as it got closer. One last thud landed near the edge of the bed. Suddenly the bed creaked and started rising higher and higher. My shelter was being lifted above me! The giant, robed man used only one hand to lift the side of the huge bed 5 feet up in the air as he peered under it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--" I started. "Hey! Whoa, whoa! Relax there, little man! I'm not going to hurt you!" He eased. "I brought you here a few hours ago because I saw you swerve off the road after you ran out of the bar. I wanted to apologize for being so foward so I chased after you but ended up having to pull a rescue mission in this storm." "Well.." I shuttered. "How about you come out from under my bed so I don't accidentally cause you another concussion in one night?" He offered his huge hand to me. "I'm Alex." I put my hand in his and suddenly felt an ounce of his power as it envolveped up to my wrist and tugged me out from under the bed. The bed came crashing down as he released it and then spun around to sit on the edge of the massive mattress. Even as I stood and he sat, he was still a solid 6 inches above me. "What's your name?" He asked. "I'm Joey." I said, still skeptical of what this big guy might do to me. "Thanks for saving me." "It was the least I could do for ruining your night." "You didn't ruin anything. I just--" I stopped and stared up at him. "You just what?" He questioned, staring blankly at me like a lost puppy. This huge guy had no idea what kind of effect he had on me. "I just never saw anyone as big as you before..." I admitted ashamedly and looked back down at his feet. They were more than twice as large as mine. "Oh!" He said excitedly, "You like this?" I looked up to his face as he smiled and stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to me so that there was less than a foot between us. As I stared up he seemed to keep rising and rising, it was never ending. He peeled off his tight robe and tossed it on the bed behind him. I looked straight ahead and was eye level with his navel which was a tunnel inside his cavernous abs. He wore whitey tighties that had an extremely small waist compared to his wingspan. I was not prepared for what I saw when I tilted my head up. His pecs jetted out over me by a foot. They casted a shadow that sent shivers down my spine and blocked out the light from the ceiling fan high above. The cleavage between his pecs was unlike anything I've ever dreamed of. With a slight movement of his shoulders and arms his pecs parted like the Red Sea and his cute face peered down at me in the view between them. He looked incredible from my angle and I just stared with my mouth agap like a silly school boy. "So, do you like this?" He asked again as he began alternately bouncing the giant pecs above me. "You're...you're so big..." I said breathlessly. "Do you really think so?" "Yes," I declared, "I can't believe it." "What's not to believe?" He said as he sat back down on the edge of the bed in front of me. "I actually can't believe how small you are. I was shocked when I saw you wiggling your legs at the bar, trying to touch the ground." He chuckled. "It was adorable." Was he serious? He thinks he should be more into me than me into him? What is going on with this guy? "Do you want me to flex for you, little man?" He furrowed his brow as he asked the question. "Yes, big guy!" I said eagerly. I had a boner for the passed fifteen minutes, I didn't know how I was lasting this long in the same room as this titan. He raised up his arm and held it parallel with the bed. He closed his hand into a fist and veins started popping out of his forearm and his bicep. He brought his fist two inches from his ear and his bicep shot up into a huge bowling ball. "Holy..shit." I said as I gazed at the veiny orb. "Go ahead and kiss it, little man." He was staring at it, too, "before I flex it." It was then that it hit me that his huge bicep was not even flexed yet. Had I even seen any part of his body flexed yet? I moved my face close to his hot flesh and pressed my lips on the lower portion of the muscled rock he called a bicep. Suddenly he grunted and the bicep visible swelled into massive porportions. Before I was able to see the top part of the wall behind his arm; once the big guy flexed his bicep, the mountain grew so big that the muscle wall that was now as big as a basketball was all I could see. I started to use my tonuge and kiss every surface inch of this massive arm. "It's real strong. I bet I have more muscle in this one bicep then you're whole body!" I could tell that my worshipping of his muscles excited him. He loved being admired and he definitely liked that I made him feel big. I decided to take the lead and touch his rock hard ten-pack next. "Yea, check out my abs, little guy!" I sucked on his huge arm one last time and then pulled my face away to check out his midsection. He stood up and I was once again face to face with his ripped abs. "Damn, big guy," I said as I rubbed his ribbed stomach, "they're like stone!" Each of his abs popped out a solid three inches and they were perfectly symmetrical. The rift down the center was as thin as a credit card swiper. I moved my face in an started to kiss his abs when his huge hand came up behind and lightly pressed my face into the divde between the ten pack abs. My nose and lips locked into place between them and then with a slight grunt he flexed. My face was being pinched by his rock hard abs and there was no way I could pull my nose our lips out without them being torn off. I pressed my hands on both sides above my head and my finger tips sunk into different crevices between his upper abs. The big guy chuckled as he swayed side to side, bringing my defenseles cute face and hands wherever his midsection pleased. Finally he released me and I rubbed my face and then immediately licked whatever part of his muscled abs I could reach. "Check this out!" he said as he stomped towards a dresser on the side of his room. "I call this my toy box, but it's really just a junk drawer" he smiled playfully. He pulled out a thick marker and a pencil and brought them over to me. He placed the marker on the bed and put the pencil in my hand. "Go ahead, little man," He looked down at me with a devilish between his massive pecs, "put it in my abs!" I first looked at the yellow, wooden pencil and then I looked up at his abs. I slowly brought the pencil close to his midsection and turned it sideways so it was parallel with the floor. I selected the thickest ab set and placed the pencil in the slot they formed. "Push it in!" He shouted. I poked the pencil in and then gave it more force. When I brought my hand away the pencil remained sitting in place. Alex chuckled and then slowly started to flex his abs. The pencil shimmied its way in and then cracked and snapped as his abs bent the pencil. I dug my fingers in and pulled out the remains of the pencil and looked up at him and smiled. He was loving this just as much as me. "Now the marker!" he shouted down at me. I picked up the thick black permanent marker off the bed and held it perpendicullar to the floor. I pressed the marker into the deep crevice between all the sets of his abs. After putting enough pressure on the marker it sank in so deep that I don't think I would have been able to pull it out on my own. Alex flexed his abs and the marker wedged itself so deep that it was surrounded by muscle on all sides. "Hahaha! I can't see what's going on down there over my pecs, but by the looks of it, you seem to like this!" This gave me a great idea. "Yea, big guy, your muscles are amazing! But, I have a question for you." I asked shyly. "Listen, I love that you make me feel big. Anything that will help you enjoy this experience will help me enjoy this experience. Ask away!" He exclaimed. "D-Do you think you could try this with your pecs?" I asked looking up at him. "Oh man, hahaha! You're a pec guy, aren't you?" He said proudly. He bunched his pecs up and his face disappeared from sight again. "You're in for a treat, little man!" He reached down with one hand and scooped me up like a doll. While holding me a few feet in front of him, he slowly plucked the back of my shirt and gently pulled it over my head. "I hope you don't mind we get a bit more comfortable?" He asked. I grinned happily and nodded. He then pulled my pants and boxers off leaving me naked. He craddled me in his massive arms and my head rested on his giant bicep. He pulled me closer to the underside of his chest and his pecs literally sat on top of me like two giant heavy bean bag chairs. He chuckled and bounced them around while craddling me. The two mounds heaved up and down, one by one; Each time they came down they crashed onto my naked body making me lose a little bit of breath each time. "Big gu--" Boom. "Big g--" Boom. "Big guy, you're" Boom. "Crushing me" Boom. Alex looked over his chest, hearing my whimpers and then tightened his chest into position with a freightened look on his face. "Shit, I'm sorry Joey!" He pleaded, "Sometimes I forget my own strength. Are you okay?" He looked down at me in his massive arms with the sorriest expression. "Yea, it's okay. I liked it, actually, I just hope you don't accidentally hurt me in all this fun!" I explained. Alex reassured me with a smile and then glanced at the dresser he rummaged through before. He gave another devilish grin and started to stomp towards the dresser. He placed me on the dresser which was about three feet high and really did look like a toy box for this giant hunk of a man. I noticed that when he placed me down on top of the three foot dresser, I was face-to-face with his huge pecs. I could have swore that he was only above seven feet when I first saw him at the bar, so this math just didn't add up to me. But, I shrugged it off as the big guy seemed to have a devilish plan in store for me. He reached down and opened the junk drawer. "Go ahead, pick out something for us to play with," he smiled at me. I reached in and brought up an old CD. "Inset disk here," He giggled as he bounced his huge chest around. I slid the disk into the tight cleavage and it slowly went further and further in. He looked me in the eyes and winked and started bouncing his pecs again so the disk disappeared between his pecs. I dug my fingers in as he playfully flexed and even though they were three inches into the deep crevice, I still could not feel the disk. "Just how deep is this cleavage?" I asked, shocked. "I guess you'll have to find out!" He giggled as he gave his pecs one big jump and the disk flew out and hit the wall across the room. I reached into the drawer again and grabbed a thick dictionary. "I bet your pecs can't swallow this, big guy!" I teased and went to put the heavy book back into the drawer when he grabbed my wrist with his long, thick fingers. I looked up at him startled and he had a serious expression. He was determined to prove me wrong. He brought my hands back up to his pecs. "Come on, little man, wedge it between my pecs--if you can--pipsqueak." Alex smiled and flexed his huge pecs. The veins were bursting out and the striations that made up the upper and lower pecs were visible like huge ropes. He expanded his back and then puffed out his chest and the cleavage seemed to open like a huge muscular vice. I slowly moved the heavy book towards his pecs and then squeezed it in as far as I could. I couldn't believe my eyes. His pecs parted for the book and then when he relaxed them they came crashing towards both covers. The dictionary was hanging out only a few inches from being totally enveloped by his pecs. I gasped and put my hands on both of his huge pecs. I felt them vibrating as sweat dripped down his forehead. "Watch this, little man." He grinned. "They're gunna GROW!" He shouted as he opened his arms wide with his fists clenched tight. I could audibly hear his pecs growing. They made the sound you get when rubbing two balloons together. I backed up as his pecs grew a few inches towards me and my back hit the wall. Alex looked down at me, standing on the dresser in front of him, and bounced his pecs again. The dictionary wedged itself deeper and deeper into his pecs until it was no longer visible. "I believe you lost a bet?" Alex smiled and flicked my eight inch cock which was now rock hard and dripping precum. I looked down and saw his huge python sticking straight out almost tearing through his tight underwear. The underwears' elastic could hardly contain his package and his pubic bush was flowing out of the top. "Big guy...You just grew!" "I know. I knew you would like that! The thing is, i've never grown more than an inch or two a month. With you, I feel like I can just keep getting bigger!" He bounced his giant pecs and the dictionary plopped out the underside of his cleavage, crashing to the floor. "You're so massive! I can't believe how huge your pecs are!" I fiddled around in the drawer beneath my feet as I said this, looking for something to really test his strength. I came back up with an old door knob in my hand. "Hey big guy?" I asked provacatively. "Yea?" "Do you think you can crush things with your pecs?" Alex smiled and raised an eye brow. "Go ahead, little man, put it in there!" He once again opened up his cavernous cleavage and looked me in the eyes. I pressed the door knob a few inches into his pecs and let go. They closed up like a venus fly trap and I pressed my small hands on his pecs and rubbed around. "Here goes nothing!" He wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me close to his pecs as I tried to push away. "Stop! What are you doing!" I shouted, terrified. As soon as I was pressed against his pecs, Alex stopped tugging me towards him. My dick pressed against his abs and I thrusted it upwards where it laid in the rift between his abs. "Little man, I told you I will never hurt you. Look at all the power I have in just my chest. I'm here to protect you, not hurt you." And with that Alex released me and grabbed my hand. He slid my hand to the underside of his pecs, and a small gumball sized piece of metal fell into my palm. It was warm to the touch. It was once the door knob that he crushed with just his pecs.

Eighteen The next morning Tomas awoke early, he scanned the room for his pet but didn’t see him. He stood up and walked over to the mirror above his desk. He made some strange movements with his hands while saying: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, show my pet, in the name of unholy Maul!”. The mirror went dark and infernal flames appeared before it revealed the wrestle hall. On the mat, Anton was sleeping a few feet from Connor. Tomas yelled a command in the mirror. Anton and Connor sprang up from the mat as Tomas’ voice filled the wrestle hall. The behemoths knew they had to return instantly to their master. They grabbed their ripped clothes and sprinted toward Tomas’ room, their long flaccid cocks thwacking against their beastly quads. Rushing through the hallways, they could feel the temperature drop gradually as they approached their destination. They stopped in their tracks as they entered their hallway; it didn’t look anything like it did yesterday. Tomas’ increasing powers totally controlled the far part of Orchid University now. The lights flickered incessantly, shrouding the corridor in a sinister atmosphere; strange shadows slid along the lengthy walls and hellish whispers echoed against the ceilings, accompanied by the howls of the wolves outside the building; the temperature dropped even further resulting in an icy chill. Anton and Connor stared at each other but quickly continued to the end of the corridor and barged into their master’s room. Tomas sat casually on his bed as his towers of muscle stood next to each other. He grinned as he noticed the goose bumps across their big frames. “Glad to see you guys didn’t lose any inches because of the chill”, he said as he looked at their dangling cocks. “I’m gonna tell you guys what’s up next, but I want to have some fun first. Sit on the bed on your hands and knees, Connor!”. Connor did as he was told. He stared at the wall, exposing his muscular ass at the others. The strong muscles of his ass clenched in anticipation. He blinked as he felt Tomas sit down on his lower back, facing the opposite wall. “Now my pet, you will pleasure me and dominate Connor, do it!”, Tomas said while stroking his cock slowly to its 17 inches. Anton stepped forward, his cock had already hardened to its 25 inches from staring at Connor’s ass and engulfed his master’s dick while driving his own rock-hard cock into the exposed muscular ass. He began sucking and pounding like his life depended on it, his strong 14-pack flexing as his hips drove his fleshy pole in and out of Connor. He grabbed hold of Connor’s sides and upped his force. Connor steadied himself under the bigger man’s thrusts. His cock slowly inflating with blood and gentle moans escaping his mouth. Tomas put his arms behind him, grabbing his pet’s tree-sized arms for support. He closed his eyes in pleasure as the behemoth sucked and teased his 17 incher. “Yeaugh!”, he grunted as he tried to dig into the hard masses of meat that were his pet’s arms. “UUGGHHNN!”, he moaned loudly as his cock exploded in his pet’s mouth. Anton groaned in pleasure as he felt his master explode within a minute after beginning to suck him off. The thought of sending Tomas over the edge so quickly flooded his 580 pound frame with pleasure and he pounded Connor’s ass even harder. “YEAUUUGGGHHHNNN!!!”, he bellowed as his 25 incher blasted out load after load of cum into the clenching ass. Connor’s cock hardened completely and reached its impressive 21 inches as he felt his fellow behemoth explode in his ass. He closed his eyes and thought of how he had dominated his brother last week and his coach yesterday. The images of him dominating their muscular frames sent him over the edge and his balls blasted out gallons of sticky, thick cum onto the bed. After this action, Tomas revealed his orders and his behemoths executed them promptly: they moved Anton’s stuff into Tomas’ room and Connor now had a room for himself. A week later, most of the students arrived for the new academic year. The strange weather conditions made them wonder and the hordes of big, black wolves chased them around campus. As long as they stayed on the pathways, the wolves didn’t hurt them. Keith was unpacking his things as the door opened. He turned around and smiled at his roommate. “What happened to you?”, Sean asked as he entered. “Same that happened to you”, Keith replied, “Anton spent summer at my place.” “Did he steal your muscle too? He must be as big as a house now”, Sean blurted out. “Nope, he didn’t get any bigger. He stayed in my brother’s room and made me suck him off every night. I spent the entire summer in the gym and bulked up to 290 pounds. Until a week ago, I was bigger than ever. That’s when my skinny younger brother barged into my room. He already outweighed me when he made his first move and drained all my mass. Now I’m smaller than he was”, Keith said. “I would have loved seeing you at 290 pounds of ripped muscle. I bet you looked spectacular”, Sean answered and kissed his buddy. Keith put his bony arm around his skinny buddy and let himself fall backward onto the bed, dragging Sean over him and returning the kiss. The following day classes started and life at Orchid University retook its normal course; as normal as it could be with the strange meteorological conditions and the wolves haunting the perimeter. Sean and Keith cautiously walked over to their classes, thoroughly scanning the hallways for Anton or Tomas. They somehow managed to avoid their foes. Connor had put on his oversized sweater and installed himself at the back of his class. He smirked as he looked at the freshmen in tow in front of him; they were talking about playing sports but he was clearly bigger than the 3 of them together. The lecture began and Connor puffed because of the difficult notions used by the professor. By the end, he simply gave up and played with his strong 12-pack, tracing in and out the deep grooves between the rows of cobblestone-sized muscles. “Huh?”, he reacted and looked next to him. “ Not an easy first lecture to follow, he? You can copy my notes if you want.” Connor blinked and looked down at the brown-haired guy next to him. “It’s okay, man”, Connor replied, “I’m gonna flunk this class; I always stink in biology.” “Oh, if you need extra help, I can tutor you. I’ve gotten a prize in biology back in high school. I’ve tutored may of my co-students.”, the guy said. “Why not?”, Connor answered, “A little help won’t hurt me. Next week?”. “I’m free tonight, after football practice. I could come to your room around 8”, the guy said, “I’m Alex by the way”. “Connor”, Connor replied, “that’s fine by me, I’ll see tonight”. Anton was greeted by reverential and lust-filled eyes as he entered his lecture. He grinned smugly at the reactions: several girls reddened and giggled as they drank in the sight of his gigantic physique; some guys and even the professor also reddened. He installed himself in the far corner of the room, making the football players move by just staring at them. He knocked over the star quarterback by bumping his thick shoulder into the guys chest; the 320 pound athlete fell down like a ragdoll. He shot up, but stepped back as Anton clenched his fist, making his forearm ripple with power and his 50 inch bicep swell. Anton smiled as the athletes retreated to the other side of the room. He looked down as he felt a hand grope his bicep. “You’re so damn big”, Kurt said. “You look bigger too, captain”, Anton replied, “Been bulking?”. “I’m up to 290 pounds now, thanks to some chemicals”, Kurt said and flexed his arm. “Nice”, Anton said and poked the muscle, denting it easily, “but small compared to me”; he flexed his own arm, making it swell into its 50 inches of ripped, vein-choked meat. Kurt gasped and creamed his pants as his own muscular arm was totally dwarfed by Anton. Another load filled his boxers as he felt the hardness of the beastly muscle. “Would you gentlemen mind sitting down?”, the professor asked. “Sorry, Kurt was asking if my arms had gotten bigger”, Anton replied and did a double bicep pose. The entire room went silent as the behemoth flexed his intimidating arms, showcasing his physique and installing his domination. Several students, even some football players and the professor had raging hard-ons. Tomas didn’t attend any lecture, he spent all day studying and decrypting the ancient book. Some passages were written in a bizarre language, a mixture of Latin words and local dialects; he knew it would take time to be able to complete the ritual, but he was patient. A panicky yell made him look outside. He grinned as he saw a hunter being chased by several black wolves. The man rushed toward the exit and disappeared. Sean and Keith were discussing a tactic to stop Tomas. “It won’t be easy”, Keith said, “He was untouchable with just Anton at his side and now he has my behemoth brother to help him.” “What about your uncle, the priest?”, Sean asked, “Hasn’t he recovered by now?”. “He left the hospital three weeks ago and went to Rome to study some documents to vanquish the demon. We could contact him”, Keith replied. “We’ll do that. But we should try to weaken Tomas in the meantime.”, Sean stated, “Your brother depends on his scholarship to stay here, right?” “Yep, but he will have past his test by now”, Keith said. “That’s no big deal. We still have great influence on the wrestle team. The new coach will at least have to listen to us. If we convince him that your brother is on steroids, he will be suspended and lose his grant. Let’s go see the coach!”, Sean said and left; Keith following him. After his lecture, Connor had gone straight to the gym. Tomas’ magic had engulfed the place so it was empty; Connor couldn’t reveal his physique until Tomas permitted it. Connor had put his oversized sweater in a locker and entered the gym shirtless. He marveled at his reflection: the melon-sized, striated, vein-covered pecs formed a meaty rack of concrete muscle that protruded from his chest; deep grooves highlighted the thickness of his cobblestone-sized hard pecs that formed his 12-pack; strong obliques rippled at the sides of it; his cannonball-sized delts gave him an extremely wide, v-taper, a thick vein snaked over them and down onto the hard masses of his 40 inch arms. He thought of Anton’s size and a hungrily look filled his eyes. He had worked out heavily ever since arriving at Orchid university and had put on 20 extra pounds of beef over the past 3 weeks, but his body didn’t seem able to get any bigger. “Gotta grow!”, Connor bellowed and began doing pull-ups. An hour and 10,000 pull-ups later, Connor crashed down on the floor. His lats were pumped beyond belief and even his beastly arms had swollen past their 40 inches. He slowly got up, breathing heavily and smiled at his reflection: he looked wider than ever. He knew he had to hurry since the football players would soon come in for their weight training. He strutted into the locker room and took a quick shower. He wrapped a towel around his tightly muscled waist and opened the last door on his right. The wrestle coach jumped up from his chair as his door flew open, Keith and Sean turned their heads around; they stared at the behemoth that entered. “Every student has to knock before they can enter”, the coach said with as authoratively as possible. “Sorry, coach”, Connor replied and knocked on the door, slamming his fist right through it. “You’re even bigger than last week. Are you on some kind of super-steroid?”, the coach blurted out, “These gentlemen here were so kind of pointing out your fraud; it appears that you have been juicing all summer”. Connor looked down at the chairs in front of him and laughed out loud. “Well, well, little bro are you telling these lies about me? And you brought your little girlfriend to back you up.” Sean and Keith stared up at the behemoth towering over them. They couldn’t even see his face because of the rack of pecs. Their cocks hardened as they scanned the huge muscle inches away from them. “I’m surprised you believe these pathetic runts, coach. They’re just jealous of my mass, can’t blame them off course. My wimpy elder brother has been lusting after me all summer since I got my growth spurt. He even wanted to wash my muscles in the shower once. It’s just sad that he tells these lies. I’m all natural, coach. Just finished my training. Did 10,000 pull-ups like every day”, Connor said. “No one can crank out 10,000 pull-ups. Not even you”, the coach said while drinking in Connor’s physique. “I can easily; like I’ve beaten you easily”, Connor replied, “I’ve come for my prize by the way.” “What prize? You’ve gotten your scholarship”, the coach said. “This prize”, Connor stated and grabbed the frame containing the gold medal from the wall. “You put that back!”, the coach yelled and sprang up from his chair as did Sean and Keith. Connor didn’t react; he broke the frame and hung the Olympic medal around his own, muscular neck; the gold medal rested in the deep crevice between his melon-sized pecs. “Doesn’t it look better on a big man?”, Connor asked. Involuntarily, the coach nodded, but quickly his anger took charge. “I’ll suspend you for good now!”, he yelled. Connor simply tossed aside his towel, striations exploding across his spectacular chest as he loosened the fabric from his waist. The coach stared in awe at the flaccid monster cock dangling between the tree-sized, deeply grooved quads, as did Sean and Keith. None of them reacted as the behemoth ripped off the coach’s clothes and threw him on his stomach on the desk. “Off course, a medal isn’t enough since I’ve dominated you completely in our match. You boys strip too!”, Connor said while stroking his cock to hardness. The coach suddenly regained his senses as he realized what was about to happen. He jumped up but a strong paw shoved against his back and pushed him down again. He budged and squirmed but couldn’t move. Sean and Keith moved in to help him; they grabbed the thick forearm and pulled with all their might; the tree-sized arm didn’t shift an inch. Connor grinned at the scene: his brother and his buddy looked like dwarfs tucking at a bear. He ripped off their clothes with his free hand and shoved them against the wall. Sean and Keith fell back against the wall and stared with fear and arousal at the behemoth. Their pencil dicks stubbornly hard atop marble-sized balls. “Did you boys hit puberty yet? I’ve got more pit hair under my right arm than both you guys around your sticks, eh dicks”, Connor said before turning his attention to the squirming athlete on the desk. He smiled as he noticed how his meaty paw covered three quarters of the athletic back and his 240 pound coach was easily overpowered by his left arm. His cock jolted to full hardness and he bellowed in triumph as he claimed his second prize: he simply drove his engorged 21 incher into his coach’s ass. “Noughn!”, the coach yelled in pain as the plum-sized head and the steely-hard shaft invaded him. He screamed as more pain exploded through him, tears flowed from the corner of his eyes and spasms shot through his body. He grabbed the side of his desk and pulled with all his might, but the strong paw kept him in place. “Yeah!”, Connor boomed, his deep baritone filling the office. He enjoyed the feeling of totally overpowering the squirming, 240 pound Olympic champion with just one hand; it excited him far more than being fucked by Anton’s 25 incher. Sean and Keith gazed at the scene in front of them; their meager pencil dicks jolted as Connor’s deep voice vibrated down their weak bodies. Keith couldn’t believe how his gentle little brother had changed so radically. “Please, please, no more, stop, please”, the coach pleaded. He tapped his desk three times, trying to make the behemoth freshmen stop. He could feel the plum-sized head retreating; a load ‘pop’ resounded as it was pulled from his ass. He clenched his battered ass with all his remaining force and inhaled deeply. Connor looked down and grinned; his cock hadn’t been this hard since the night he had dominated and drained his brother, it was even harder than last week in the wrestle hall. He gave his steely hard 21 incher a few hard strokes. “Please, go. I won’t tell anyone and pretend this never happened. Keep my gold medal and we’ll forget about this all”, the coach mumbled and summoned his last ounces of strength to free himself. His well-developed muscled flexed as he tried to push himself up from his desk, while keeping his agonizing ass tightly clenched. Connor’s forearm didn’t budge as his coach made his attempt to flee. The feeling of being the undisputed, dominant alpha-male in the room flooded him entirely; he howled in ecstasy as he rammed his throbbing cock at full force in the clenched ass. The coach’s mouth hung open but no sound came out; words died in his throat as the plum-sized head busted through his clenched defenses and the hot pole was driven into his ass. Spams shot through his muscular arms as more pain filled his body. “Stop, bro!”, Keith yelled in his high-pitched voice, “Where’s the good kid mom and dad raised? Can’t you see that all this power is corrupting you?”. Connor kept shoving inch after inch of his steely hard cock into his coach’s ass. “That’s an inch more than last week”, he boomed in pleasure and began pounding the ass, shoving the desk back by his force. He grabbed the coach and sat him up on his 21 incher, pumping his ass with long powerful thrusts. He then looked at the two runts against the wall and said: “I’ve I’m corrupt, why are you guys hard then? Come over here and feel a real man!”. The coach looked down and gasped; the freshmen’s monster-cock was outlined against his 6-pack as it slammed in and out his ass. His own cock was hard and oozing cum over his desk. Sean and Keith couldn’t resist the behemoth’s command. They walked over to Connor and roamed his supreme musculature. Their pencil dicks throbbed and throbbed as they felt the hardness of the flexing abs and beastly arms. They stared up reverentially at the tower of muscle and their cocks leaked a feeble load. Connor’s breathing fastened as he kept pumping his coach’s ass. He supported the 240 pound athlete with his left paw that covered the man’s chest while his right paw roamed his own 12-pack, that flexed and tightened with each powerful thrust from his hips; he didn’t even feel the weak small hands of Sean and Keith caressing his spectacular quads. “YYEEAAUUGGHHNN!!”, he bellowed deeply as his balls exploded. Gallons of cum blasted from his 21 incher. Sean and Keith gazed in awe as the tree-sized quads flexed under their touch as Connor came; their meager balls pushed out another load of watery cum and they fell back exhausted. The coach grunted as the behemoth’s cock swelled and exploded in his ass. The pressure built painfully and his stomach began looking bloated as load after load of cum filled his intestines. Cum began flowing from the coach’s ass along Connor’s monster-cock as more loads blasted from the 21 incher. Connor grunted in exhaustion as he pulled his dick from the battered ass. He tossed the coach on the desk and inhaled deeply, stroking his still hard 21 incher and blasting cum all over the walls. He released his over-stimulated shaft, wrapped the towel around his 12-pack and left the office with a heaving chest, grinning at the cum-covered men before he left.

Here is the sixth story in this series. Chapters one through five were originally posted on the old site and are in the Archives on this site. Click my user name to your left and select "topics" to find them and my other stories. I began this story about six years ago. I've come back to it many times, but just finished it. Disclaimer: I don't own the song "Last Night of the World" from Miss Saigon (music by Claude-Michel Schönberg, lyrics by Alain Boublil and Richard Maltby, Jr.). It is a lovely song, and, in fact, is the ringtone on my phone for boyfriend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I had become quite accustomed to the nomadic life. When distance and money are meaningless to you, you go wherever you want and stay however long you like. Still, it was nice to go back for a short visit to what had been my home city once upon a time. I went into what had been my favorite bar back in the day. It was a piano bar, dimly lit with a mainly older crowd. The pianist was playing lounge style. The sing-along would come later. I sat down and ordered a scotch. It was the same bartender I remembered from when I had been a regular there all those years earlier. He was now middle-aged and, though still handsome, showing some signs of wear. I, on the other hand, had not only not aged a day in the last decade or so, but, indeed, had a face and body such as I never dreamed of back then. The bartender clearly thought I looked vaguely familiar, but couldn't place me. I decided I would just let him think that. There was no reason to try to protect myself and there was also no reason to reveal myself. “It's always best to let the humans be if you can,” sounded a voice for whom I felt some recognition. I turned around and saw Primus Maximus, the first of our kind. He had manifested himself as a fortyish man, slender and wiry, with a beard and a wry smile. He looked a little different every time I had met him, but this should be of no surprise: Primus Maximus, or, has he liked to call himself, Max, was probably the most powerful of all created beings. I can do pretty much anything I want: Others, like Adam, Jake and Lars dwarf me by far. All of us together are as nothing before Max. He is the Father of Us All. Like most of my elders, he is very mysterious about his origins, but I know this much: The giants in the land—the Nephilim mentioned by the author of Genesis—includes Max and by then he was not the only one. “Max!” I gave him a hug and kiss, “How have you been?” Not long ago, I would not be so casual with him, but now that I had Transfigured one myself, I had become much more confident and comfortable. Jeremy, whom I had only a few months earlier brought into our life, was now enjoying his newfound liberty. We had agreed to meet up on a somewhat regular basis, but there was no intent on either of our parts of making anything exclusive. “Peter, you do an old man proud. It seems as if only yesterday you were that timid boy Adam had brought over. Of course, to me, the Industrial Revolution is like yesterday!” “Max, what brings you to this establishment?” “I check in on all my charges from time to time. You were with Adam at first, so I knew you wouldn't need me right away. I was glad you had him to see you through the first few years, but I knew that the attachment wouldn't last. Dear Adam has very romantic notions still. Nearly a millennium and he still hasn't lost all traces of his humanity—a very laudable quality, by the way—but it is not for our kind to have lifelong bonds.” “Why not?” I asked. Max laughed. “We are beings of eternity, my dear. The human notion of a lifelong commitment may work if you have a mere 80 years, but for us it is preposterous.” I nodded. At one time I would have disagreed. I thought Adam and I could spend forever with each other, but now I knew better. Although I would always love Adam, even when we were together, he had no expectation of exclusivity. After I understood that, I realized that the emotional bond would remain whether we were together all the time or not. “You are thinking way too much, Peter,” Max chuckled. I was embarrassed. “I'm sorry. It wasn't all that long ago that I was human.” He chuckled again. “My dear Peter, I could catalogue what I have done in my long time on this ball of mud, but it would be pointless. More than any other being on this planet, I could claim ownership of everything. Indeed, I have been a king. I have been known to history and I have been stealthily along its side. I much prefer the latter.” “I know you were looking forward to seeing this place again, Peter,” Max smiled, “but would you mind if we stepped out to take care of a few things?” “Not at all,” I smiled, knowing full well that Max wanted to greet me properly in the way of our kind. I wondered if he was the one who started it. Of course, for us, “stepping out” didn't involve going out the door. Stepping sideways would probably be a better description. In the next moment, we were out of time and space, out of sight of the other bar patrons, but an eyeblink away. Max put his hand on my cheek. “Ah, Peter!” He looked into my eyes and we kissed. As is custom for the younger partner in the congress our kind enter upon meeting, I found myself looking up at a much bigger, naked Max. In addition to making himself a giant, he had also changed his body to reflect my taste: He had a ripped physique, like a very heavily muscled fitness model. His fuzzy pecs, bouncing as I looked at them, seemed as broad as a meadow. His shoulders and arms complemented his chest perfectly. “Come!” he spoke in my mind and, on his bidding, I soared up to rest on his hand. “Peter, I must tell you, I haven't enjoyed the company of a New One as much as I do yours in centuries. Going back at least to Jacobus—Jake, as he calls himself now. Adam was always a little broody.” “Thank you,” I blushed. “Still can't take a compliment! As I said, it's not at all a bad thing to hold on to some human traits. We move among them. We must be able to interact with them.” Max closed his hand and held me to his chest, enveloping me in his presence. I briefly ceased to be an independent entity and became part of him. Soon, I was back in his hand. “Come back with me to the bar, Peter. I'd love to talk with you over a Scotch. I taught those Scotsmen well. No wonder they call it the water of life!” We were then as we had been, back in the bar. Max and I sat and talked for about an hour. I loved listening to Max's stories. He really had seen and done it all. The pianist who had been playing finished his last number. After a short pause, another pianist started his shift. He was about thirty, of average height and build. His sculpted goatee was dark, as was the hair on his head, which had a slightly receding hairline. The previous pianist had mostly just played with a little singing. This man was sang while he played with joy and enthusiasm. “Of course, my little love,” Max smiled to me, “There is a lot to be said for some mortals.” “You mean the pianist?” “Why don't you go play with him?” “Max,” I began to be a bit uncomfortable, “Even when I was human, I didn't 'play' much. Since Adam Transfigured me, I've only been with our own kind.” “And when you were human, you never thought you were attractive enough. Look at yourself, my dear. No mortal could resist you. And even if they could, if you want them, you can have them.” “Use my powers to attract him? I couldn't. I mean, I guess I could, but I wouldn't.” “All right, then, get him without using your powers.” “What?” “Even before you were Transfigured, you were adorable, even if you never understood it” “Are you going to take away my powers?” “No, silly boy. I trust you. You have the face and body you have now, but don't use any other talents you didn't already have. I'll bet you have no trouble! Now, go!” He did say “talents”, I thought. I always was a pretty good singer. Not like Jeremy, of course, but few are. Even though our kind have no need for money, I always carried a twenty dollar bill in my wallet just in case. I pulled it out and put it in the pianist's tip jar just as he was finishing a song. “Hello!” he said!. “May I take a request? “Do you know “Last Night of the World” from Miss Saigon?” “I sure do. That's a duet, though.” “You sing Chris,” I smiled. “I'll sing Kim,” He played an intro and began singing: In a place that won't let us feel. In a life where nothing seems real. I have found you. I have found you. I replied: In a world that's moving too fast. In a world where nothing can last. I will hold you. I will hold you. He smiled at me. Our lives will change when tomorrow comes. I smiled back. Tonight our hearts drown the distant drums. He nodded and continued: And we'll have music, all right, tearing the night: I swallowed and we harmonized: A song, played on a solo saxophone. A crazy sound, a lonely sound, A cry that says love goes on and on, Played on a solo saxophone. It's telling me to hold you tight And dance like it's the last night of the world. And so it began. For the rest of the evening, Mike, the handsome pianist, and I sang romantic duets from Broadway and the American Songbook. I had a great memory for song lyrics before my Transfiguration and had been in choir and chorus for many years, so I was comfortable with this, even without using my powers. Finally, his shift ended. He said he had never received that many tips in an evening and he had never enjoyed singing with anyone so much. He then asked if I wanted to go back to his place with him. The young human man inside me, newly out as gay and uncomfortable with his own appearance resurfaced and could barely believe this was happening. We left the bar together. Mike said “On a rainy night like this, we'll never get a cab.” “Really?” I asked as one stopped for us. Now that I had landed him, I felt no qualms about using my powers. When we got to Mike's apartment, we began kissing, Mike and I undid each other's shirts. He was quite impressive for a mortal. He had a decent amount of muscle under a nice blanket of hair. “Peter, I've never met anyone like you,” Mike sighed. “I don't think I ever will again.” “That's a pretty safe bet,” I smirked. “I could fall for you really fast.” And that's when it hit me. Even without using my powers, he couldn't resist me. My supernatural nature was driving him to obsession with me. Suddenly, Mike seemed frozen. And there, in Mike's apartment, was Max, standing next to me, grinning. “I told you!” “Max! Why did you tell me to do this?” “It's something all of our kind have to face sooner or later. If we get too close to humans, they can't resist. As I said, we must be able to move among them. Just don't get too close. They're drawn to us like moths to a flame.” I smiled. “I suppose I would be taking advantage of him in one way or another. I think sticking to our own kind is a good idea He sure does want me, though.” “I can fix that!” With barely a twitch of his eyebrow, Max erased that desire from Mike. Mike would remember this great evening singing duets with a mysterious man named Peter, but nothing else. Leaving Mike's place, we returned to the bar for one last drink. I said to Max “Mike may no longer want to do anything, but I...” “Not another word about it, dear one. Jake has agreed to meet us on the moon in five minutes.”