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Part Four. Man, it's hard to resist the temptation to make them huge right here and now. But the parts of massive growth stories where the characters start to go from plausible to impossible size has always been my favorite, so I'm doing my best to savor things as they go, though this section is a bit shorter than the last. I'm having a great time writing instead of just reading! It's great motivation to get me doing my best at the gym as well. Previous parts can be found here: Part One Part Two Part Three A Most Productive Year, Part IV Another month had passed. Scott and I were at the gym, waiting for August and Chuck to arrive. I was swimming laps in the pool, and my Viking was sitting and admiring the view as my 6 foot body snaked gracefully through the water, the well-defined muscles of my back rippling with each stroke. Finished with my warm-up, I placed my hands on the poolside floor and rose from the water, giving my deltoids and triceps a good flex for good measure. I looked every one of my 215 pounds, a sight in my tight black square leg swimsuit, the water further darkening the silk forest on my chest, one that would put Burt Reynolds to shame. Scott lumbered over to meet me, wrapping his hands tightly around each of my buttocks (it wasn’t difficult for him; his huge paws could palm my cheeks easily) and nearly lifting me off the ground as he kissed me firmly. “It took all my willpower not to jump into that pool and fuck you right then and there,” he whispered in my ear. If most men’s whisper was a tickle in the ear, Scott’s was a great gust of wind. I tugged on his beard. “Thanks for waiting.” If my growth had remained mostly steady over the past month, Scott’s had only accelerated. At 6’7”, it was an extreme rarity that we ran into anyone taller than him, and no one had his muscular bulk of 329 pounds—he’d packed on sixty-seven pounds in the past month, more than doubling my gains. He pullled me close, my hard hairy muscles digging into his fleshy torso. I playfully bit at his 20 inch biceps that bulged and filled my field of vision. He slapped my firm behind in response. “They’re here,” he lifted his humongous arm and pointed to the door where August and Chuck approached. August had responded to the supplement much the same way I had, starting slow—when we’d started, 20 pounds in three weeks had seemed unimaginable. Now it was my standard baseline, and Scott was growing even faster than that. If he was disappointed his progress, he masked it well. Having grown an inch to put him at 6’2”, he was even more cut than I was, at a shredded 231 pounds. If he kept this up, he said, he could make a huge splash at amateur bodybuilding competitions in the spring and maybe even get his pro card. Chuck, on the other hand, was growing the fastest of all of us. In a single month, he’d ballooned nearly seventy-five pounds to put him just over Scott’s old weight at 269, and grown two inches to equal August’s 6’2”. Not all of it was muscle, though none of us found that a problem on him at all. His gut was growing to truly sexy proportions, which enhanced his huge round pecs and rounded shoulders. If Scott looked like a lineman, Chuck was heading straight for strongman proportions—he liked reminding Scott that despite his stomach, his arms were an inch larger than Scott’s had been at the same weight. A white smattering of hair was growing thicker on his chest, and would meet with his visibly upward creeping treasure trail soon. Chuck was wearing the leather vest he’d taken to donning in lieu of a shirt—he was nothing if not old-school—his huge nipples peeking out from beneath it as it swung on his vast frame. August, meanwhile, was wearing the white wife-beater that was increasingly becoming his uniform. It was hard to find decent shirts that fit his size and shape, he’d complain. At least the wife-beater was a look, hugging his traps and lats beautifully and showing off his striated deltoids—his shoulders were easily his best feature. “Buckle up,” I’d note in response. “We’re only getting started.” We’d settled into a routine in our workouts. August and I teamed up to spot each other on our similar routines, while Scott and Chuck went straight to the big weights and followed more of a powerlifting regimen. l Sweat glistened on both of our toned forms. I was just finishing a set of pull-ups when I felt two large hands grasping my sides. I felt Scott’s big body sidle up behind me, his red beard tickling my ear as he leaned in close. “Keep going,” he growled, and I did. Ten more reps as he tugged gently down on my hips, adding enough weight that my arms were burning as I finished the set. He moved over to my front and wrapped one of his big arms around my waist, supporting my ass with his other arm. I let go of the bar and placed my hands on his boulder-like shoulders. “Hope that was your last set. I’m tired of waiting.” he rumbled as he carried me toward the locker room. I placed my forehead on his in response and stared deep into his blue eyes. “I’m ready for another sort of workout,” I purred. As the other gym-goers gaped at us, he carried me through the locker room and straight to the showers. The hot water steamed off our naked bodies. I drank in the sight of him, his broad shoulders leading down to a barrel chest, nips hanging down over his sizable belly. Thick hips belied the sheer magnificence of his ass, great expanses of flesh that jiggled slightly over his bulbous, 30 inch thighs and tremendous calves. His package had only grown bigger, his eleven inch beer-can member throbbing beneath his ample torso. He stomped over to me and loomed, water cascading over his shoulders and dripping off his fat pecs. “Fucking ready to take you,” he roared as he moved to turn me around. I put my hand up to his chest, the heat off his body warmer even than the water. “It’s been months since I fucked you. I want inside that ass again.” He moved in closer, as though the exertion of my muscular arm had no effect on him at all. “You think you can get all the way up in here?” he growled, slapping his humongous behind. I gripped my engorged dick in response. At 10 inches it was only an inch shorter than his, if not as wide. “This fucker should have no problem,” I said, wagging it roughly. “If I remember, you’ve never taken one this big. You scared, big man?” “You’re making a lot of assumptions about the men I dated before you,” he snorted. We stared daggers at each other for a moment. But then, his muscles grinding against each other like a mountain rolling from its roots, he moved, booming out a loud chuckle. He placed his mitts on the wall, water rushing off the vast expanse of his back. “Go at it, movie star. Just warm me up first.” I was happy to, quickly getting down on my knees and delving my tongue into his hole. I grasped the fleshy sides of his cheeks and dug in, my head nearly disappearing between them. When he was noticeably open, I whipped my dick out again and entered him. He had to squat slightly to make the height disparity work. “Slowly,” he gasped, breathing heavily as I slowly pressed my member into his furry butthole. Honestly, his beefy buttocks were giving more resistance than his hole as I slid further inside him. With one of my hands I gripped his pendulous stomach, my triceps swelling as I squeezed, while my other explored the bulging muscles of his back. Once all the way in I began pulsing my hips back and forth, at first slowly but then with increasing speed and violence, my rock-hard, hairy abs flexing as I pounded. A great rumbling was building in my Scott’s expansive chest. “Mmmm,” he rumbled, tickling my lower torso as his body vibrated against mine. I fucked him harder. “MMMmmmmmmm.” The rumbling was growing. His vast stomach was spasming against my thick arms. Harder. “NnnnnnnAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH” Every other muscle in his body was tensing--His quads, his shoulders, his forearms—his roar shook everything in the room that wasn’t nailed down. A massive load shot from his gigantic rod and coated the shower wall in front of him as I came buckets into his beckoning colon. We were both wet all over, unable to distinguish between the errant cum, sweat and water that had soaked us both, the vast black forest that increasingly covered every inch of my body darkened further. “Looks like you two emptied out the place,” came a thundering behind us. We turned to see Chuck’s naked form steaming beneath the hot showers. August must have already bolted off to class. Chuck looked like he’d gotten even bigger since the last time I saw him, his enormous muscle-gut shaking slightly as he approached, his fat pink mast pointed right us. He had regained his old gregariousness over the past month, and then some. It seemed like every day I saw a photo of Chuck leaving a bar, one massive arm around August and the other choking some ever-changing muscle-boy, an enormous smile on all of their faces. He would work through the whole city within the year at the rate he was going. “So you finally topped him again, huh?” he asked as he hovered over me. His gargantuan chest and stomach seemed larger than the 48 inches we’d measured them both at yesterday. I gave him a wry grin. “So you should be good to go then, kiddo.” As Scott sprawled himself on the floor of the shower recovering, Chuck bore down on me. “Ready for round two?” he hummed. “Yes, sir,” I replied, wrapping one of my legs around his ample midsection.

Arthur Thorn Part Two by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/10588-arthur-thorn-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ " Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūṃmmmmmmmmm... ... ... Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūṃmmmmmmmmm... ... ... ... Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūṃ... ... ... ..." "Arthur...what are you doing?" David Hamm, Arthur's boyfriend leaned the broad and built shoulders of his 6' 4" frame onto the doorway he was just four inches shy of filling in and crossed his bulbous arms that strained his short sleeves in front of his barreling chest which threatened to pop buttons off with deadly force, while he stood there smirking, his green eyes sparkling in the candle light while his burnt orange hair became high lighted by it with golden streaks. The same highlights appeared slightly on tuffs of hair poking over the collar of his t-shirt and in between the color of his policeman's uniform. "I am meditating. I told you I was going to be doing this today." Arthur just glanced a shy smile back towards David and then resumed position he's much shorter and lither body into sitting up straight in a cross-legged position. "I didn't think you'd start this early. What are you meditating on?" "You know what I'm trying to do. One of my friends suggested being hypnotised and maybe it'd get me over this slight obessession of giant sized bodybuilders with donky dicks..." "I thought you like me and my body." and David laughed. Arthur laughed and tossed one of his cushions towards David's head as best as his scrawny arms could do. "I'm serious. You know what I mean. How I just think about it all the time, how I feel I should somehow be it, become it." "I've always told you I'd be happy to take you in to work out with me. What could be better than having your boyfriend help give you the dream you've always wanted." "David... at late twenties going into thirties I doubt you're training is going to be able to make my height dreams come true, nor is my cock going to grow any more." "Yeah, but your muscles would. You find guys like Lee Priest or 'Flex' Wheeler still sexy, don'cha?" "Yesssss.... but it's just not the same. That's why I want to try and get rid of and control these feelings, urges. I've got my giant hulk for a boy friend, that's good enough. Why keep thinking on a goal that's never going to happen. Has no way to happen, unless some sort of deity like miracle occurs?" "Well, just don't waste your whole day off with this. I don't want you all zoned out when I get home. I've got your favorites in the crock pot and chillin' in the fridge. It's romance night tonight, bro. Besides I don't want the whole house to smell like....what is that you're burning?" "It's a combination of herbs and such made into an incense. I was told it would aid me in this chanting to bring focus to my mind and thus peace to it. Surpisingly though there was a huge run on incense down at the local herbs and magic shop so I had to get what was left.... if I remember correctly what I could get was cedar, apple.....as.....asphodel.....yew.....thyme....myhrr..... and I think I got the last of the frankensence as well." "uh-huh.....right.... Well, try to burn all of it; it stinks. And what are you saying?" "Oh my friend gave me a number of various chants from Hindu and Tibetan beliefs." "I see........ I don't know a thing about any of this stuff. Maybe that's what drew me to you. Cute little twink with a dark mysterious side." "I put a spell on you....and now you're mine..." David laughed hard. "I love you, goof nut. Come here and give your man a kiss before he heads out to protect and serve." Arthur stood up at once, spun on his heels to face David, then ran to him and leaped into his arms, wrapping his legs around David's tight waist, and the encircled his arms around the marble column of a neck after an attempt of grabbing around the chest failed. David caught him easily and the lip locked long, hard, and deep, Arthur kissing David extremely deeply for some reason. "Whoa...... forget the incense...that kind of lovin' is gonna make me swoon. Can't do that. You don't have the ability to drag me to the bedroom." "True, but I could just strip you in this doorway and have my way with you." "One more kiss. Mmmmmwuah! And off I go. Love you." "Love you too." And with that David left for work while Arthur sat back down in the meditative position and looked at the list his friend gave him. "Hmmmmmmmm let's try this next chant.... Om Namah Shivaya.... Om Namah Shivaya...." ************************************************************************* "Hey, babe I home fro-auck.... a-huh....." Immediately upon opening the door and stepping inside, David could feel the air being sucked out of his lungs and his eyes beginning to water. He stepped backwards through the front door of his house and began a coughing fit. Meanwhile his neighbor, who was one the front porch of his house, stood up and looked gravely concerned at the amount of smoke pooring out the door. "David!... DAVID! Is your house on fire!" "No... waaaaa-huh a-huh.... I don't think so, but there is a ton of smoke. Have you seen Arthur?" "I don't think he's come out all day." "Oh god! Max, come stand here at my front door. I've got to run in and see if I can find Arthur." "Wait one second..." Max ran into his house and then back back with dripping wet dish towel. "Tie this around your face. It'll help filter the smoke as you try to breathe." David grabbed the towel, tied it, and ran back into the house. He ran back to the den figuring that's where he'd find Arthur and sure enough there he was slumped over in his meditative position. In the fire place the bulk of Arthur's incense purchase, enough for a month's worth of meditation, was nearly completely burned up. Running towards the fireplace, David popped the flue open and then ran to the large den window and threw it open wide. The he ran and picked up Arthur as easy as can be although the strain caused havoc with his uniform and t-shirt underneath as both ripped down the back and the t-shirt screamed at the flexing of the arms and then the rush of blood they received from the pump of picking Arthur up. Dashing through the corridors, David ran out the front door with Arthur and collapsed on the front yard. Gently laying Arthur down, he looked at his boyfriend for signs of movement. "Oh god... He's not breathing... HE'S NOT BREATHING!" David went to place his hands onto Arthur's chest, but Max grabbed a hold of his wrist and calmly looked and him and told him, "You call for help. In your state in that body, you might break a rib...or two...plus his sternum and collar bones. I've got this." And as Max began CPR on Arthur, David clicked on the walkie-talkie on his shirt and cried out, "This is 2 Adam 5 10-10A, I need EMS at 22 Stone Avenue for a victem of Smoke Inhalation." "Copy 2 Adam 5 10-10. EMS is in route. We'll have their dispatch call your cell phone. Dispatch out." David fell back on to his hands in the grass and continued to cough through the wet twoel on his face, while staring at Max who was still working on his boyfriend in the grass. Suddenly Arthur began to weakly move his hands as if trying to push something, and through weakly gasped breaths of air called out, "Pressing on me.... pressing on me....why can't I move it? Why can't I move it!" Max stopped administering CPR, but he and David both wondered what Arthur was mumbling about. ****************************************************************************** Three and half months later, after the accident, they had figured out that it was the result of a combination of two things: one Arthur had managed to put himself into a deep trance, making him unaware of his surroundings, and two, a mild earth quake had occured, the shaking causing one of the incense cones to fall over and thus ignite the entire bunch of incense supplies Arthur had bought. In his trance Arthur never noticed the house filling up with too much incense smoke, and apparently the smoke detectors needed their batteries changed. Arthur had gone off to do meditations in the woods now, so as to breath in clean air and not aggrivate his lungs. Coming back home, he entered through the back door and nearly exited from the same when the lights came on and a screaming din of the word, "SURPRISE!" was yelled at him by many familiar faces. Staggering forward, Arthur reached out to wrap an arm around David for support and leaned into him almost like a shy child trying to hide behind his father. Scattered throughout the room was Ted Hamm, David's father; Henry & Roselynn Thorn, Arthur's parents; Rose & Ivy Thorn, Arthur's younger twin sisters; Maude McFessel, Arthur's friend from art college; Josh Dauber, Arthur's best friend; Quinn Williams, Arthur's former lover, but just good friends; Jasmine Arkiros, Arthur's dealer; Ian Francis, David's personal trainer, and several artists and workers of the gallery in which Arthur displays his work. After around of games, and a round of drinks, fine food provided by the best junk food places in town, topped off with a double chocolate fudge, chocolate icing birthday cake, the party broke up and Ian was in the bedroom stripped down to his underwear deciding what he would wear to bed: pajamas, t-shirt and underwear, t-shirt and pajama shorts... He had almost backed into the master suite bathroom doorway but stopped when he felt the breeze of air that indicated it had just been opened. David now stepped heavily behind him. Arthur could feel the heat of the hot shower body rising off of Davids's body. He could smell the cleanness of the shower water, the perfume of the soap, the musk of David's manly scent all filling his sinuses to capacity and mixing together in a heady scent that was almost as bad at the incense he purchaed month's ago. One of David's feet now came underneath him, standing heel to heel with Arthur's own foot. Arthur looked down in anticipation and awe, an excitement welling up inside of him that he knew would cause him to burst out of his body. Glancing down he saw the mighty and muscular foot of David in its entire naked size 16 US shoe, a full 3 inches longer than size 7 shoe and it seemed nearly twice as wide. Arthur swooned backward at the sight, and placed his hands to catch himself on the door frame, but instead his hands made contact with David's thighs. He could feel the the deep crevices, the mounding bulges off the three tear drop shapes as David rolled and popped them as he flexed each thigh back and forth. Arthur could feel these criss-crossing ridges, feel heat from them, feel a flow from them, feel a beat from them. Arthur swallowed hard and thought to himself. "Awww damn... ... .... He's not only just taken a shower, but he's done just enough of a workout to give himself a good pump and engorge his veins. ... ..." Arthur swooned again, this time his whole torso leaned back and that back, shoulders, neck and and his head to feel and measure the size of his boyfriend and what a mountain of muscle he was. Arthur's head only came up to David's shoulders. That head and neck could feel only Davids protruding pecs and just the great crevice between them at that. The shoulders and back could only feel this great wall of cobblestones or brick that moved in and out and rolled as David breathed. That receeded at Arthur's touch and pinched and caught Arthur's fingers in the deep recesses and held them with the individual bubble loaf formations that felt as hard as stone. David lifted up his mighty hands, like bear paws they were and he began to rub them up and down Arthur's shoulders, delts, and upper arms. Ocassionally he squeeze and cupped them, moving them down to hold Arthur's biceps with just a thumb and forefinger. But this time David slowed his rythm and began to caress Arthur a little more exploratory. "Babe, have you been working out?" "Kind of." and David could feel the blood rush up Arthur's body into his face. "I've not been tossing weight around, but to get rid of some of the.... I don't know.... anxiety? of trying to control this obsession I've been performing the excersizes on the health track out at the park. You know, the sit up bench, the dip bars, the stair climb and calve lifts." "I can tell. I can feel it." "Yeah, well, I'm still a stick figure. Especially compared to you my handsome hulk." Pushing his arms back he could feel David's own massive lats pushing back on them and proving they would give in not one inch. Arthur's hands began to latch onto and creep up David's forearms, the fingertips gliding and tracing the veins from the hands up the forearms as much as he could reach. The was a low moan suddenly from Davice and then Arthur could feel this knob begin to press through his underwear at his butt. It seemed like it was going to try and pentrate both his underwear and him, but it began to move up and up and up, the knob growing into a large, thick rod, that pulsed with a beat and heat, filling the crack of his ass like a bratwurst fills up a hot dog bun, and that knob still rose a little higher hitting the small of Arthur's back. David was a fully erect 8.5 inches. "Oh gawd....Arthur.... you know it drives me wild when you trace my veins.... .... ..." Arthur spun around and pressed David's cock between David's upper groin region and the middle of Arthur's abs. He burried his face in the middle of the ginger giant's pectorals, letting the auburn chest hair tickle his closed eyes, his nose, his lips, and his face. Arthur called out muffled by the cavernous chest, "And what does it do if I reach out and feel your muscles up. Marvel at their strength and size, comment on how your thighs are bigger round than my torso?" Suddenly he felt few drops and little wet spot happen between him and David. Looking up, Arthur cried, "Come on, big man, show me how big and strong you are!" And with that David grabbed Arthur by the waist and hoisted him up in the air. He then slowly brought him down on his mighty rod, after quickly, forcefully, and with ease, stripping the underwear, ripping it clean, off Arthur's body. Arthur then wrapped his legs around David's torso and began to run his hands up and down David's arms, cupping and squeezing the bicep of the upper arm, tracing all major rivers and rivlettes of the blood vessles, burying hia nose into David's pits and then sucking on one of David's nips, hoping and praying that the muscle milk he's read about in so many muscle growth stories, would start gushing out and fill his belly until it extended out like a pregnant woman. "AAAAUUUGH FUCK!" David went ridgid in his stance for a few moments and Arthur could feel his hole being flooded with David's seed. David quickly walked him and Arthur to the bed where after pushing Arthur up just a little, soon attached a a strap to his prick at the base and then smiled down at Arthur. Tonight was going to be a fun and long evening. ********************************************************************* Late in the evening after Arthur and David had fallen asleep, David was awoken by Arthur tossing and turning in bed. "Babe, what is it? Are you okay?" David tried to wake Arthur up by gently shaking him on the shoulder, but he just couldn't seem to do it. Arthur was flailing his hands and arms about trying to kick his legs, but it looked as though they were weighted down. "Oh gawd! Pressing on me! Pressing on me! Press....ing.... on ....me..... Why can't I move it? Why can't I move it!" Flipping round so that he straddled Arthur's crotch, David tried to grab a hold of both of Arthur's shoulders. "Arthur! Baby! Wake up! It's a bad dream. It's just a bad dream! What are you talking about you can't move it?" Suddenly Arthur's hands reached out and pushed against David's shoulders and chest. "Why....can't.....I move..... it!" The pushing went on for a number of minutes until Arthur changed hand positions and one of his hands went down to David's crotch and the other between a shoulder and pec. Still chanting out "Why can't I move it!" Arthur's hands and arms began to move with David on top of them. David became paralysed in awe and fear as Arthur suddenly raised David off of himself and then into a military press position over his head as Arthur, still sleeping, sat up in bed. "Arthur...ARTHUR! Wake up! This isn't normal. My gawd.... what's happening to you?" "Why can't I move it? WHY CAN'T I MOVE IT! C'MON! COME OOOOOOON! AUUUUUUUUUUGH!" Suddenly David's crotch and shoulder began to burn and Arthur's arms began to tremble and he began to scream. Arthur screamed out a extremely loud "no" and then fell over sideways, falling off the bed onto the floor and sending David into the wall. Arthur woke up sobbing and screaming about his hands. Pulling them in and clutching them to his chest. Shakily David stood up on his knees and reached out for the light that had been knocked off the night stand during his toss and saw in the night his lover trembling, the skin on Arthur's hands and forearms having turned bright red and large blisters forming up and down them. Arthur collapsed unconcious, his breathing becoming extremely low, slow, and wheezy. David fumbled for the bed side phone and dialled 911. "Hello.... I need an ambulance at 22 Stone Avenue to pick up a.... a......burn victim?"

Arthur Thorn by F_R_Eaky Part One "I'm on a stage and there are dozens of spotlights focused on me, but I don't know why. I'm in my favorite clothes: light blue dress shirt, khaki pants, white cross trainer sneakers. Out of all my clothes they're the ones that fit me best. "But then something begins to happen. I'm not sure what or why it is happening. I just can feel that my heart rate begins to race, yet my breathing is becoming slower and slower. My clothes begin to feel constricting, getting tighter and tighter, I don't feel disturbed by this, just relieved, happy, proud. Any rate I can feel my toes beginning to press into the front of my shoes. The sides are becoming impossibly restrictive and I know my toes are starting to form rising ridges across the top front of the shoes. Just when I think I can't take the constriction and pain any more, the shoe gives in and this semi loud rip is heard as my shoe splits apart down each side. This is followed by the toes bursting forth from the front and then my foot just grows and grows like stretching across the floor becoming longer and wider, thick and meaty. The size of them now raising the top of the shoe as my ankles start becoming thicker and the bridges of my feet begin to snap the lacings. They're not getting monstrously huge like clown feet, but still from my size sixes they've grown into something like a size seventeen or eighteen. "But I don't have time to worry about that. The growth has now spread into my body. I can feel the tingling and the temperature rising in my hands and limbs. I look down in awe as I watch my hands pulse and throb and with each pump they stretch out becoming longer, thicker, denser, broader. I don't know how my arms are able to lift my hands up they're matching my feet in growth. They've...they've become these huge massive bear paws that could manhandle anything you put into them and a basketball is going to be able to be palmed single handedly without any problems. "But the throbbing isn't confined to my feet. I can feel, sense my body lurching up higher and higher, taller and broader. I can feel my pants hem rising up my legs, the ankles feeling the breeze first then the bottom of the calves, then the middle. I feel my waist band begin to dig into me, but I know I'm not getting fatter. The band is also trying to hang lower and lower upon my hips. Meanwhile my sleeve cuffs have begun to slide up my arms as the lengthen and reach out further and farther than before. The shirt hem is rising and rising climbing its way up my abs. "...My abs...... I never refer to myself as having abs. I'm not fat or anything, just smooth. Never have been able to develop any ridges or definition down there. But this time I am.... my abs keep bunching and crunching with the pulses now and with each one they grow larger, harder, more defined until looking down my body I can see I've developed a four pack....six pack....eight pack and then like a spider web slowly dissolving into being, if that makes sense, my obliques appear.... "It is at that moment all hell breaks loose with my body. The pulses become stronger more forceful, sending their energy out to all and every section of it. Now I can't concentrate on what part is growing, because everything is. I feel my pants hem suddenly becoming smaller and tighter threatening to cut off circulation to my feet and dig into my skin until it pinches my feet and legs off at the calves. But it wasn't the hems becoming smaller, it was my calves becoming bigger...just suddenly swelling up like some kind of balloon suddenly filled with air. No... not air. They are too full, too heavy to be filled with air. It is more like water or perhaps being filled with a slurry of plaster. At any rate the pants begin to take a shape having to conform to the shape of my calves they're so tight. It begins to look like I have these baseballs there behind my shins and they keep throbbing, pulsing into these large upside down heart shapes and then this kind of off looking diamond shape, all huge and hard with network of plump, fat veins running across them as though they were vines or ropes trying to lash and hold my calves in and down. "Eventually one of them makes contact with my hamstrings and they jut out and up becoming a mighty suspension cable going across the back of my leg. I can feel my thighs inflating now. My god! My legs are becoming so full, thick, and heavy. I don't know how I'm going to walk. Yet there they are inflating further and further. My pants begin to look painted on as these massive teardrop shapes begin to form in the front. Looking down on myself I can tell I'm developing very large and freakish thighs. I'm beginning to look like a professional competition cyclist where the thighs are so huge they look almost wing like compared to the rest of the upper body. The reverse of all those men who only concentrate on their arms, chest, and abs, and never even think of leg day. And soon it happens.... the pops....the tears.....the rips..... my legs are splitting the seams apart, snapping the hems, popping the waistband button and my ass, which is now swelling and rounding out into these huge massive globes, the rip the ass and crotch of my pants out and soon, the tatters flutter to the floor and I'm standing there in my underwear and shrinking shirt. "Can't forget the shirt. Oh no... ... ... The cuffs of the sleeves have now ridden halfway up my forearms but have become stuck there. I am constantly turning and twisting my hands, wrists around and around, then holding them in a position bent inwards so I can scrunch up and flex my forearm muscles, watching them swell and grow like their counterparts the calves did. Seeing in anticipation and excitement as veins begin to raise up on my hands and then travel across them and up the forearms criss-crossing this way and that feeding and fueling my growing body, my muscles that are becoming so swole... so incredibly jacked! Snap! ... goes the cuffs of my sleeves and the tear goes all the way up to the crook of my elbow. "Then I begin to flex my arm. My biceps and triceps have begun to swell so large and thick now that they're forcing the sleeves to take on their shape. Each time I flex the fabric is getting stretched tighter and tighter in a relaxed position let alone flexed. Over and over again I watch them grow and inflate in size, definition, and power as I flex. I feel like I'm imitating Sebastian 'Mr. Superduude' Lidén in his old, old video where he starts flexing his arm and looks at it in shock like he never noticed his arm muscles were there, they just popped into existence, and he's chanting away in disbelief, 'what the fuck? what the fuck! what...the...fuck! Whaaat the fuuuuuuuuck!' "That's how I feel. I'm chanting away, in my head, 'What the fuck!', but at the same time it's also chanting. 'more....More....MORE.....MOAR!' I feel like there's this raging, hulking, man beast inside of me trying to break through and with those last thoughts it cause a surge in the growth and suddenly I swell in several places at once. My arms decimate the sleeves now in a matter of seconds. Swelling and growing, 15 inches....16 inches.....17.....18.....19.....21........23........25....... The begin to rise up now at angles, too. No longer can I hold my arms straight down when I let them just hang there. No... I can feel something meaty from underneath lifting and pushing them up. I can feel air now circulating under my arm pits. My lats have developed into full sized wings, thickening, broadening. If it they were a part of my old body, I could jump from a build and glide on air currents with these things they are so broad and thick. Coming up from my obliques the move on up to meet my upper arms and help form some of the deepest pits I have ever seen on an athlete. "But the swelling continues to my delts forming these huge, bowling ball sized balls of marble or granite at the top of my arms. They have split the sleeve now all the way up and now, splitting the top of the shirt, are my trapezius as they rise like mountain ridges to connect to the lengthening and thickening column that is my neck, which is becoming longer and longer as my body and head continue to rise higher and higher. I am becoming so tall. "Then I feel it.... the swelling, the increase in weight.... it begins in my arm pits and shoots out across the lower portion of my chest, to gather in the center. The front of my shirt becomes pulled from both sides of my body. The buttons strain to hold together the two front pieces of fabric. I hear small tiny pops and the shirt fronts move farther apart. Peek-a-boo holes begin to form in between each button. Another series of snaps and those holes become larger. The ridge from arm pit to chest center begins to be seen through the shirt. My chest begins to look like it has some shape to it. It's not longer completely flat. Soon two bouncing, firm, crescents hang and lift the shirt and the top three buttons up higher in the air and more parallel to the ground than perpendicular. The crescents give way to plates. The plates to globes.... and suddenly there is this massive, broad, and bulging rise that cause the shirt to split in two sending a shower of buttons into the faceless crowd cheering me on. "My chest free, my back and shoulders join it and thicken in mass and size making me look even broader than before. I've got to look nearly as broad as I am tall.. ... ... and I am tall.... oh am I tall! The clothes all in tatters fall of me and I step out in my underwear to take my place among the competitors. I am damn near a half a foot taller than some of the tallest competitors who are there and they are like six-feet one-inch tall! I continue to swell for a little bit in muscles size and density and I can tell my strength is massive too. I feel so huge.... all powerful....I am Heracles.... I am Sampson.....I am the biggest bodybuilder of all time and I am also cut, defined, and jacked as hell! The feeling of it.... the feeling of my body, so heavy I have to waddle to walk.... I make incredibly loud thuds when I tip-toe....the knowledge that I am the biggest....the best....the strongest....hell even the most virile. It all thrills me....excites me.....makes me proud....turns me on.....makes me horny as hell.... which suddenly causes my cock and balls to begin to grow and grow. I can't see past my chest. no... my pecs. I can't see past my pecs but I can feel every inch of basket as it grows larger and thicker. As my balls inflate to ample size. and that's when my underwear bursts and there I am performing competition posing in the nude. "But it doesn't matter, the crowd is going wild. I mean they are worked up into such a frenzy over my size they could storm the stage, grab the trophy, hand it to me, and break down the walls trying to lift me up and carry me out in victory!.... ..... ... That's when I begin to walk to it..... the medallion..... it is the symbol that I have won. ... .... ... it is the culmination of all I have worked for... ... ... ..." "And what happens then?" "Suddenly there is terrible jerk, as if the whole world suddenly stopped moving and we all fell from our standing positions. The medallion is just yanked away and I never see it again. So.... tell me Dr. Orlando, I'm pretty screwed up aren't I?" "As you ask that question you don't sound anywhere near thoroughly convinced that that notion is true." "Isn't it? I mean.... I know deep down inside I'm fine physically. I have a partner for goodness sake. No, I'm not huge....I'm neither tall, nor built, nor hung..... .... but I'm okay with my body. I am happy with myself. I do understand that bigger isn't always better, but I still have these dreams. I have day dreams...fantasies....I.... ..... ....I have pleasurable personal moments with these thoughts and pictures of bodybuilders...." "You mean you masturbate, Mr. Thorn." "I mean I personally..." "Call it what it is, Mr. Thorn. There is nothing wrong with masturbation. It's a perfectly normal everyday thing, especially for young men in their twenties." "But I can't stop thinking about it. I mean...even in the dream I get so turned on by it I grow and explode out of my underwear. Freud got to have me classified as some kind of pervert...." "Not all of Freud's theories were sexually based, Mr. Thorn, and even concerning them you're still not classified as a pervert. You said earlier you wear clothing and shoes of men much larger than you... that might make you a little preoccupied with this fetish of yours, but not a pervert. You're not stalking anyone for the clothing are you?" "No...." "You're not throwing away your life savings on purchasing any of these items?" "No...I've only bought the two items I mentioned earlier, the football jersey and the shoes." "What is your real reason for coming in to see me, Mr. Thorn." "What? Well, I want to know if I'm damaged. I mean my.... my....." "You now sound defensive and you can't say the word obsession. There is neither guilt, remorse, nor shame in your voice when you talk about these things. Personally you don't see this fantasy as a problem, so again, I ask, why are YOU here?" Arthur bowed his head and took in a big sigh. "It was my partner's, David's, idea. He's not bothered by my... 'obsession.' It's actually what drew us together. I not only like the idea of being a huge, powerful man, I'm attracted to them as well." "David is a big, powerfully built, strong man?" "Yeah....he's 6' 4" tall and around 240 pounds." "American football material..." "Yeah... He kind of digs it that I like to worship his body and admire it." "He doesn't have a problem with your more diminutive stature?" "No.... .... He loves me just for who I am. The fact of it is, he wouldn't have even suggested me coming here if it wasn't for me. I keep trying to put aside the fantasies, telling him I won't think on them any more as he's all the man I need..." "And you've not been able to get rid of the fantasies." "No....I've not." "How long have you had these fantasies?" "Since I hit puberty...maybe before..." "Well... I don't think you're crazy, nor do I think you have an obsession. You don't allow it to impede your daily life. You take care of yourself, your home, your finances, your relationship. Our time is up for today. I will offer you three things to think about. First as you've been using these fantasies to fuel your masturbation sessions while you grew up, they have become a key element to your sexual arousal. You may find you need to concentrate more on your partner and yourself to fuel your desires. It will take some time to change but you will need to practice it. Second you need to see your normal self as desirable to your partner, David. You say you are comfortable with who you are, then be comfortable with your body, even during sex. Which brings me to my third point. Although you say you are fine with your body, that doesn't necessarily mean it won't raise a concern with you, especially when it comes to matters of love and intimacy. You say this interest in being built and big is what drew you and your partner together, and both of you accept who you are, but perhaps you are worried that either emotionally for David you are not a big enough man, or that physically you won't be able to handle those intimate moments from David given that he's a foot taller than you." "Really? You think so?" "It's a possibility, but one we will have to explore only after you have begun to explore and think on it yourself. As I said, I wouldn't classify it as an obsession, Mr. Thorn. You work, you play, you take care of mundane responsible tasks, you have a relationship, you think on other things with focus besides muscles, and height, etc. It doesn't seem to be a negative. In fact it could become a positive. You might even be able to allow David to enter these fantasies of yours or help you explore them, or he become the object of a fantasy scenario. All depends upon where you want to go. I have to attend to my next appointment. If you feel like you really need to have another session, go ahead and make an appointment with my receptionist, or if you'd like the name of a good couple's relationship therapist, ask her for the one I have on file to recommend. Otherwise, I think you're fine, Mr. Thorn." "All right. Well... thank you, Dr. Orlando." "My pleasure."

Read Part One HERE Liquid Manhood Chapter Two The bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall. Big Ben liked having his fraternity brothers know when he was beating the monster. His battleship-sized feet hung off the end, his 50 inch TV blaring out the moans of some porn he’d stolen from another brother. But in Big Ben’s huge meaty hand was his phone, a blond twink choking down a fat cock drawing all of the giant linebacker’s attention. His other hand was furiously pounding at this swollen meat stick; his hearty bull nuts bouncing against the sweaty sheets. A load of cum was already drying on his heaving pecs. Big Ben was so grateful he wasn’t hairy. The flood of cum he shot every time he jacked off would’ve been hell to clean up. The look of his pecs having rich brown hair on would be sexy, and it only made Big Ben jack off harder. The room reeked of him, he was still covered in the gunk and sweat from practice the night before. He’d shower after he had come. After that he would wipe down his pecs, wishing he could get some guy to do it for him. He’d returned from practice and slept the rest of the day, more exhausted than usual. He could hear his brothers starting to wake, it was nearly time. Big Ben always timed his pre-shower strut so that he caught a couple of his brothers waking up. His heavy footfalls getting their attention as they wiped sleep from their eyes. They always laughed, though Big Ben could see some fear in their eyes as he thudded down the hall. Comments like, “Thank fuck my girlfriend isn't here” or “Taking the beast for a walk huh” would be uttered. Big Ben would just grunt or make some comment about the guy’s girlfriend. Then he’d get into the shower and as silently as possible he’d cover the tiles with cum thinking about doing the same to his fraternity brothers faces. Big Ben bit his lip as he shot. Cum splattering over the cold load from before, his balls unleashing an epic load. But Big Ben sat bolt upright, his hand looked odd on his cock, his fingers were wrapped around his fat cock, still rock hard and waiting to go for two or three more times. His fingers though were touching they hadn’t touched since he was 15. The floor shook as he got to his feet, wiping the cum off his thick chest with his blanket. He looked down as his now soft cock, the shock having killed his boner. It looked slimmer, not as salami fat as it used to. Even though he was near to grazing his head on the ceiling and making the oak floor struggle under his weight, he, Big Ben, the hulking linebacker, felt small. He grabbed his jockstrap from the floor and gave it a sniff, holding the reeking pouch against his face. The musk, his musk calmed him, the cotton tickling his stubbled jaw. He pulled it on, heading to the shower as quick as he could, for the first time in his life not wanting to be seen. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Melvin woke not to the sound of Chris’ alarm waking him hours before he needed to be woken, but to a horrific painful smell in his nose. He coughed and spluttered as he breathed in, it tasted like a locker-room. Reminding him of the smell of his fingers after handling Big Ben’s jock strap. “Good you’re awake” Chris said, he was already dressed and looked like he was heading out. Melvin let out some sort of sound that was meant to be words, but he was still too tired. “I’m going to check in on the jocks, I’ve got an hour or so spare.” He grinned, “Oh and check out Bert.” Melvin blinked a few times trying to get his eyes used to the bright light, Chris had opened the curtains and Melvin was blinded. He watched as Chris left, slamming the door. Melvin climbed out of bed, his baggy pajamas hiding his frumpy shape. He popped open a window. Must be the elixir making that smell. As he pulled back from leaning over the best he felt a strip of wetness spread down his shirt. It was Bert, or a cactus that must be Bert. Gone was the small little cactus, now a thick almost throbbing green foot of plant sat in the pot, two bulbous bulbs at its base. A large bright red flower had erupted at the tip, oozing ripe sap. Melvin sniffed the wet sap on his shirt, it smelt like the funk he’d woke up choking on. The door suddenly opened, Chris was back. “Bert…” Melvin started “He….” Chris butted in, “Looks like a penis. Yeah, I noticed” “So the stuff works,” Melvin asked excited. Chris nodded and stepped over to the desk picking up Bert’s pot, trying not to get reeking sap on himself. “What are you doing” Melvin asked following Chris as he headed to the door “I’m throwing Bert out, not having our room smell like a jockstrap,” Chris said and he turned, poking a finger into Melvin’s chest. “Don’t touch the elixir. We know what it does to a plant, but not what it does to humans.” Melvin nodded, “But can you buy me a new Bert?” Chris smiled sweetly, “Sure.” And he left, taking Bert with him, Melvin knew he’d never get a new one. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “19, 20, 21,” Barrett counted out loud as he continued his morning exercise routine,clad in only pajama shorts with the straps of his jockstrap peeking out from the waist line. His body dipped down and up with each push up, he was already sweaty, and feeling tired. He’d woken up refreshed, but oddly stiff, like he’d overworked himself at practice. But he hadn’t. He’d barely pushed himself. “25……..26...” he started, but his arms gave way half way through the last push up. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, the sounds of his frat brothers waking up echoing through the house. A second ago he’d heard the unmistakable sounds of Big Ben’s monstrous frame thudding past his room. He wondered if Big Ben was feeling just as odd as he was. It seemed that everyone at practice was off, and it wasn’t just because of the over partying on the weekend before. His room was massive, it had been his older brother’s when he was a member of the fraternity. A floor to ceiling mirror decorated one wall, hiding a closet. Barrett always hid how often he’d stare at himself in the mirror, flexing a bicep, arrogantly smirking at himself. But today as he sat up he looked at himself with concern. Even though he’d slept longer than normal he still looked tired. Greyish bags hung heavily under his eyes. Barrett stood up and stepped close to the mirror, flexing his bicep. It looked odd. It felt stiff, but looked softer. The skin wasn’t as taut over the muscle as it had been. He scratched at his balls with his free hand. “Gotta be sick,” he said to himself. He popped open the bedside table, ignoring the half full box of condoms he grabbed an assortment of pills. Throwing back his head he swallowed them down, covering all the bases: flu, allergies, headaches, he wasn’t letting this illness get any further. Barrett went to leave his room, time for breakfast, he stopped though and looked down at his ripped bare chest. He sighed, and like all the other footballers he grabbed something to cover himself up, unsure about his own perfection. He flexed his arm one last time, the sleeve of his shirt not near to bursting as his muscle bulged. He jogged down the stairs, whistling, putting on his cocky demeanour. The kitchen was alive with big beefy jocks grabbing their breakfast, barely any bare chests. Only the best built non-football players were shirtless. Barrett grabbed a piece of toast another brother had cooked for himself, the guy wouldn’t complain, at least not to Barrett’s face. He leaned against a kitchen counter, watching the group. His fraternity was a house of beasts, all the main guys from the football team in one place, and most of the other star players of other sports, with Barrett as the top dog. The rest of the football team’s massive roster were in lesser frats or lived off campus, Barrett couldn’t think of any freshmen still living in dorms, maybe one or two of the new guys hadn’t been sucked up by the fraternities yet. He scratched at his balls while he ate, his fellow football players looked just as tired as he was. Bags under their eyes, paler than normal. All with hunched shoulders and dim looks on their faces. “Gotta talk to Peters,” Barrett muttered Maybe they needed a break, whatever illness Barrett had looked to be spreading around the frat. He’d have a word with Coach Peters about an easier practice schedule. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Next door to Chris and Melvin, their rarely seen neighbour was still sleeping as the clocks passed noon. His name was Sean and he’d worked all summer so he could afford to pay for a single room. He didn’t want to share his personal space with anyone. His single room was dark with only the dull glow of his PS4 on standby lighting the room. The curtains were pulled tight and were dusty, never having been opened since he moved in. A plush gaming armchair sat in front of the rooms desk facing a large top of the line TV Sean had got from his parents for winning the scholarship to Lincoln University. An indent of Sean’s fat rounded ass was visible on the seat’s cushion, the fabric tainted with Dorito dust. Sean was a nerd, a massive gamer, and an avid reader of comic books. He was a stereotype. He was also a loner. He only left his dorm to use the bathroom, for classes and food shopping. He was greasy, spotty, and rounded with limp plump fat, but he was a nice guy. Always helping classmates in class, even though he hated public speaking. If he was a little more sociable he'd have a lot of friends, he’d already been invited to join a couple of fraternities and his professor wanted him to run for the student council, but Sean just wanted to be alone and play games with people on the other side of the world he’d never have to talk to. He was snoring loudly, the weight of his fatty chest causing the choke sounding rumblings as he lay on his back in bed. His greasy bright red hair plastered to his spotty forehead. Only his head was visible from behind the covers. He was only 5’6. Even the dorm room’s small single bed was too big for him. Drip, Drip, Drip. Drops of green liquid fell onto Sean’s blankets, above Sean a line of green was spreading over the ceiling. Rising up from a crack in the wall, a patchwork of vein like green stains were stretching out from behind a set of shelves cluttered with books and PS4 games. With an almost sentient intent the green liquid grew out over the ceiling, it drips moving further up Sean’s blankets till the drops started to land in Sean’s gaping maw. The drips increased in intensity, and size, soon it was like a steady stream trickling from the ceiling down Sean’s throat. He didn’t splutter or gag, the liquid quickly vanishing into the walls of his mouth and throat. But the taste was horrid, a foul salty taste. Like drinking cool sweat. Sean’s eyes fluttered behind his eyelids and the dripping stopped. In the dark though the green stains on the ceiling and the wall wasn’t noticeable, even with a bright light it would be hard to notice against the darkly painted room. Sean made a moaning sound and sat up slowly. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, a hand then wiping green liquid from his lips and onto his pajama shirt, thinking it was just drool. The chubby nerd climbed out of bed, his hand reaching for a cola bottle on the small snack table next to his gaming chair. He took a long swig from it and then dropped his fat ass onto his armchair. His console controller already in hand he flicked the PS4 on and started to play, he had a couple hours spare before class. With Sean’s attention on his gaming the green liquid snaked its way over the ceiling. A fat raindrop of the elixir fell, landing in the open cola bottle, just as Sean reached over to pick it up to take another sip. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Barrett was on the treadmill in the college’s expansive gym, he’d just gotten the shit verbally kicked out of him by the Coach. How dare he ask to lighten the load, the Coach had bellowed at him. He was even threatened with losing his captaincy, and again compared to his older brother. How his older brother would never have asked for something so stupid, especially when there was so much competition this year from other teams. He was being punished, half an hour on the treadmill. It was meant to be easy for Barrett, more a punishment that would screw up his schedule, but Barrett was struggling. It was like all his stamina was gone, he was sweating and panting. His balls were so itchy, the cotton of his jock rubbing his hefty balls and was making them beg for a scratch. He’d almost fallen over whenever he went to itch them, and it was messing with his mind. It was like when he was doing laps at practice, he just felt drained. He’d have to get an appointment with a doctor. He was sick. With still 10 minutes left Barrett slowed down the treadmill, now walking he coughed out and spluttered. He gripped his chest, under his toned pec muscles his heart was racing. He’d never been his unfit, he’d never struggled like this. His free hand scratched at his balls, they were overheating like the rest of him. Slick with sweat and so itchy, he’d have to wash his jock. His face was bright red as he dragged his worn out legs to a water fountain. His arms screamed as he braced himself against the fountain to take a dozen or so mouthfuls of cooling water. “Barrett” a voice asked Barrett stopped drinking and sighed, it was Yuri the captain of the college swim team. He was a frat brother. Barrett pulled himself up, standing tall to look down at his frat brother and rival. It was an unspoken rivalry, but Yuri had wanted to head the frat, but Barrett beat him to it. He was sure that Yuri hadn’t let it go. “Yuri” Barrett smiled “How you doing” He was trying to be cocky, trying to be Barrett, but he was still red faced and sweating through his shirt. “You ok” Yuri asked, the ripped half Russian looking amazing in his workout gear “You look sick” “Yea… I think I’m coming down with something” Barrett said dropping his attitude Yuri held out his full water bottle and Barrett took it. “I have a spare, drink this on the walk back” Yuri said with a smile Barrett knew it was sign of submission, he was showing weakness to someone he was fighting with, even if the fight was all in Barrett’s head. Yuri turned and headed further into the gym, Barrett watched him leave. He felt deflated, but he took a long swig from the water bottle. He took a few deep breaths, feeling his energy coming back. Barrett left the gym, his footfalls slow and laboured. His shirt felt a little loose, maybe it was just cause it was being weighed down by all the sweat. He scratched his balls, he had two things to do today get a doctors appointment and wash this itchy jock. First though he needed to sleep. He hadn’t planned on getting this worn out today, but if he had it wouldn't be on a twenty minute jog. He yawned as he stepped out of the gym and his shoulder thudded into a shorter very well dressed guy. “Sorry” Barrett muttered as he hurried pass The first time he’d apologised for such an action, usually he’d berate the other guy. Instead he continued back to the frat, swigging from the water bottle. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Chris stared as Barrett walked away from him. He rubbed his shoulder, Barrett was still solid, but the reaction was a change. He’d seen Barrett explode in anger after someone just looked at him wrong. But he apologised, the powder was working, not only draining Barrett’s size and strength, but taking more. It was sapping away at Barrett’s ego, his confidence, and it had only been a day. The powder worked fast, Chris could only imagine what would happen in a week or so. He sent a text to Melvin, saw Barrett the guy looks sick, it read. He was being careful, Chris didn't know where the magic book had came from. For all he knew there was an entire magical world which wouldn't look to kindly on him playing in their world. So he was being as normal as possible and he’d warned Melvin about doing the same. No mention of the stones or the plan on any computers or phones. Only the notes he’d written down in the magic book. He took a quick lap of the gym, only seeing Yuri the swim team captain on a rowing machine. Chris wondered whether he should move his sights onto the other sports team after the football team were drained. But then what would he do with all the elixir, it wasn’t like he and Melvin would need very much to get the bodies they deserved. That was if Chris even let Melvin have any elixir.

New story, been in the works and then forgotten about for a while. Came about after chatting to another member of the forum about how muscle-lost or muscle-theft wasn't getting much screen time here, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Got three parts written and got three more parts planned, tell me what you think Liquid Manhood Chapter One “Hold this” Chris ordered and stuffed the flimsy plastic bag into Melvin’s hands Melvin held the bag away from him, slightly wary of its contents. His hands like Chris’ were gloved not just to mask fingerprints but to stop any contact with the grey powder inside the bag. He was still unsure of the plan, but Chris had talked him into it. Melvin didn’t even think it would work, how could a powder do what Chris promised. “It’s gonna work” Chris said like he’d read Melvin’s mind “I’m sure it will” Melvin said his voice crackly like it had never fully broke during puberty “You saw what happened when I carved the symbols onto the stones” Chris stated turning back to look at his smaller roommate Chris stared down at Melvin, some menace in his dark eyes. He was trying to sense doubt, but Melvin won him over. Chris smiled and Melvin sighed internally. Chris could be intense at times. Melvin followed his roommate down the winding corridors of their university’s athletic department with the bag held an arm’s length ahead of him. The memory of the stones that the two had crushed into easy to transport powder was fresh in Melvin’s mind. They were just normal pebbles taken from the college green. But when Chris flicked out a pen knife and scraped strange runic symbols into the greyish surface of each pebble they changed. One blue, one red, one yellow and pink. Their hard grey surface flushed with their new colouring, and then how Chris had carefully crushed them with the but of his penknife. They reached the doors leading into their college’s locker rooms, a roaring cartoon lion had been painted on the doors. The Lincoln Lions, the 8 time championship winning football team. Chris hated them, and Melvin didn’t like them any better. Chris held out a lean hand and muttered something, there was a crack and the locked doors swung open. “The book hasn't failed me yet” Chris grinned and stepped into the dimly lit locker room. Melvin just nodded, the book scared him. Chris was obsessed with it, a massive, ancient, leather bound tome. He would spend hours reading it, translating vast passages into English, testing countless times the various spells and incantations, half of which barely worked. But this time it turned out the ‘lock pick’ spell worked just as it said it would. Maybe these ‘drain’ stones would work as the book claimed. “You’re more confident now aren't you” Chris said, and Melvin could hear the smile in his voice Chris strode confidently through the lockers. He knew what he was after. He must have staked out the place, Melvin thought. “Here we go” Chris said gleefully He pulled a wheeled laundry basket out from a small alcove between two rows of lockers and gently pushed it towards Melvin. “Hand me the bag” Chris ordered and Melvin passed it back “You search the laundry” Melvin nodded and watched as Chris tore the bag open. The grey powder pooled in the centre of the ripped plastic and Chris looked around for something to scoop the powder up with. Melvin started to look through the laundry for their desired prize and he grimaced. “Here, will this work as a scooper” He tossed a large sweaty athletic cup to Chris Chris frowned and let the cup drop to the floor before picking it up and scooping a cupful of powder out of the pile with it. “Ready,” he said as Melvin searched deeper pass the large jerseys and padded pants Wordlessly he tossed a jock strap over his shoulder, he’d rather bathe in the magical powder then touch the cock sweat soaked cotton. Chris grabbed at the jock eagerly and emptied the powder filled cup into the pouch. The powder glittered as it fell and then slowly seeped into the cotton as it made contact. Melvin watched... it was really working. “How….” He started. Chris anticipating his question started before he could finish speaking. “It’s the sweat, it’s why we needed to catch the laundry before it had been washed” Chris explained filling the cup again “The powder fuses with the fabric only if its been in contact with biological matter” “So the player's cock and balls,” Melvin said, tossing another jock over his shoulder “You got it,.” Chris smirked, tainting another strap with the powder Melvin knew he needed to find 83 different jockstraps to get the entire roster of players. Even then some might slip through the net. Their chances of getting them all had only been boosted because Coach Peters had ordered a full team practice in full uniform, the first one since the freshman year had started. Melvin knew that Chris had been ready to do this from the first day of the year, but he was waiting, waiting to get them all. He remembered when Chris had explained the plan to him, it was after he’d got drenched by a water balloon tossed by Barrett Wington, the golden blond captain of the football team and alpha frat boy of Lincoln University. Melvin knew Chris was manipulating him, getting him more and more angry at Barrett and the other jocks. Almost getting Melvin to beg for a way of getting revenge. He hadn’t expected such a massive plan, such a damaging plan, but at least he was getting back at Barrett and in turn every bigger man who had fucked with little shy Melvin during high school. “How many is that” Melvin asked, tossing another jock into the tainted pile. He’d already found another laundry trolley after emptying the last one of all the jock straps. “82,” Chris said. “Maybe one didn’t come,” he shrugged. Melvin gave the trolley one last look. “Nope… here it is.” He pulled the jock out from the laundry and hooked his fingers under the straps. It was a monster, a basket of cotton, and it reeked. “Who the fuck do you think packs himself into this,” he asked. “Damn,” Chris laughed. “Gotta be Big Ben.” Big Ben was a 6’10 linebacker, a walking wall. “You’d hope, cause no one else has the size to warrant a cock this big,” Melvin sniggered, tossing the tent over to Chris. It almost parachuted down into Chris’ hands, and, with a moment of thought, Chris poured what was left into the jock. “Big guy is gonna need a little more to bring him down,” He explained With the dirty jocks glittering slightly the two gloved freshmen tossed the jocks back into the laundry trolleys. They covered their tracks by pushing the trolleys back to their original places. “No evidence,” Chris said, washing the ripped plastic bag under a shower head before tossing it in the trash. Melvin nodded and traced his steps back, finding nothing to hint at their presence. The two left the locker room and, with a soft thud, the locks popped back into place as Chris pulled the door closed. “When will we know if it has worked,” Melvin asked when they returned under the cover of darkness to their shared room. “When the jars start to fill,” Chris said pulling off his gloves. The jars were four large glass cylinders with taps at the bottom. They sat on a high shelf on Chris’ side of the room. Each with a sticker with the different symbols of the stones they represented. Chris had explained that each symbol had a colour for what it would drain. Blue for Fortitude, or strength and agility. Red for Dominance, or attitude and power. Yellow for Stature, or size and grace. Pink for Virility, or looks and charm. These stones, when combined, would drain everything that makes a man a man. The inside of the jars had what Chris called a ‘condenser’ stone glued to the top. Chris had spent hours explaining the magic to Melvin since the start of the year. The ‘condenser’ would receive the stolen essence from the tainted jocks, and, in turn, the essence would drip down into the jars. When the jars were filling the taps would turn on and slowly empty the essence down the pipes into a larger jar on the shelf below. This jar was the ‘Master Jar’ as Chris kept calling it. The stolen essences from the four stones would combine into a complete manhood elixir. Chris would always end this explanation looking like he was about to cum. He was obsessed by it, but Melvin too was beginning to obsess over it too. “Should happen on Monday,” Chris explained. “There is a practice then, so it should start draining the first of the jocks then.” Chris dropped onto his bed and flicked off the light, leaving Melvin to find his own bed in the darkness. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Barrett swaggered down the corridor, his size 15 sneakers stomping across the floor. People stepped aside when he came towards them. It was almost enough to get his swinging cock hard. He was the big man on campus, a god, and part of a proud dynasty. Barrett Wington was only the latest Wington to come to Lincoln, but it was his older brother who’d left the biggest mark. Andrew Jackson Wington, or A.J. to most, was the captain who’d taken a terrible football team and made them champions. He’d started the team’s 8 year winning streak, which had continued under Barrett. He brushed a hand through his thick blond hair and then slapped his older brother’s football helmet which sat in a shrine outside the athletic department. It was a tradition, before every game and practice the helmet got slapped. But the shrine’s oversized picture of A.J in his Dallas Cowboys uniform made Barrett feel like he was a 10 year old again, only downside of being a Wington in Lincoln was that A.J would always be looking down at you somewhere. The guy was a hero, even though he’d only won two championships, while Barrett had won three. Then again, the added weight of three super-bowls really made A.J. a legacy to compete with. Barrett rolled his shoulders as he passed into the locker room, most of the guys were already there and changing. He stopped at his locker, his entire uniform was freshly washed and waiting for him. He smiled and started to strip. He decided to go shirtless today, the cheer team would be practicing on the other side of the field, he wanted to impress. Shirtless and with his tanned abs glistening under the locker room lights. He dropped his basketball shorts, his soft cock swung a little as he slipped his big wide feet through the straps of his jock and pulled it up. A chill ran down his spine, what the fuck were they washing these jocks in he wondered. He rearranged his packed pouch. “Better” he muttered in a smooth voice He led the team out onto the field and they started some stretches. His 6’4” frame appeared more bendy than many expected. Giving anyone watching a good view of his athletic ass as he stretched out his legs. The guys though seemed unfocused today, probably the hangover running through from the party on Saturday. “Light weights,” he muttered. A shadow fell over him. “What was that, boss,” Big Ben asked down to him. “Oh shit,” Barrett chuckled, spinning round. “How the fuck can you sneak up on someone?” Big Ben just laughed deeply and gave his crotch a tug. A grimace on his square face. “You ok,” Barrett asked then poked Big Ben in his solid stomach. “You feed that thing today?” Big Ben didn’t laugh. “Yea, I’m cool,” and he stomped over to do his warmups, the ground shaking with each massive step. Coach Peters appeared, a cigar in his mouth and a baggy sweat suit pulled over his flabby frame. “Boys…..” he bellowed and the team gathered Barrett gave his cock a scratch through his shorts as he jogged over. Big Ben looked like the monster was trying to escape with how rough he was rearranging himself. “It was a tough practice last week. No one let me down,” Peters continued chewing on the end of the cigar. “Today we are gonna be a little lighter, some cardio, then hit the gym.” Barrett smirked. “Some cardio” was code for “as many laps as you can do before you fall down and then five more.” Peters was a slave driver, a hard ass, but he was the best. Barrett led the pack of built, hulking athletes, his thighs flexing with each long stride around the field. He’d quicken his pace when he passed the cheerleaders though, get some distance between him and the other guys, make it look like he was always miles ahead. The entire time though he had this scratch at the base of his balls that he just couldn’t shake. No matter how many times he palmed his swollen nuts it was still there. “Man, I can’t go on,” Danny one of the players said as he caught up to Barrett. “Fucking off my game, I’ll see you in the gym.” Barrett slowed and watched Danny walk off the field.Others were joining Danny. “WHAT THE FLYING FUCK,” Coach Peters screamed at Danny. “My mother can run more laps and she’s been dead for decades!” Barrett winced. Peters could reach a high pitch when he was pissed. “Weird, isn’t it,” Big Ben said as he thudded to a stop next to Barrett. “Danny usually is the last to stop running.” “Fucking prides himself on it,” Barrett added. Both jocks scratched at their ample manhoods. “Something is up,” Barrett said and they looked curiously at each other. “No more parties,” Big Ben offered. “Damn right, can’t start getting sloppy,” Barrett answered and the two headed into the gym their hands deep in their sweaty jock pouches. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Melvin was crooked nose deep in a fantasy novel when Chris burst into the room. Chris was tall, about 6ft and very wealthy, dressed in all designer clothes he looked like he’d come off a runway usually. But today he was sweating, excited and red faced. “It’s happening,” he exclaimed and knelt on his bed and looked to the jars on the shelves. “What,” Melvin questioned, gently placing the book back on his own shelves above his bed. “I saw the football team in the gym. We should be getting some essence,” Chris said in a rushed voice. Melvin looked to the jars. They were filling, blue, red, yellow and pink liquid dripped from the stones at the top of the jars. About an inch of colourful liquid was filling each jars. “Shit,” Melvin said, awestruck. “I knew you doubted me,” Chris grinned as he checked out the master jar and its pipes. He pulled the jar back and then pushed it back further onto the shelf. He didn't want it falling off. A hairline crack appeared on the underside as it gently hit the wall, but neither Chris or Melvin noticed. With great excitement Chris turned the taps on each jar and the two roommates watched as the liquids slowly flowed down into the master jar. “Green,” Melvin said as the colours mixed and a rich emerald green colour emerged. “Never thought green would be the colour of manhood,” Chris chuckled lightly. Chris jumped past Melvin and grabbed Melvin’s potted cactus, “Bert”, from their shared desk. “What are you doing,” Melvin asked, trying to get Bert out of Chris’ hands. “Testing the elixir, we can’t just swallow it down, can we,” Chris explained. He held the pot under the master jar’s tap and turned on the flow, a couple drops oozed out and soaked into Burt’s surrounding dirt. Chris turned off the flow and handed Burt back to Melvin. “Give it till tomorrow morning,” Chris said and he just sat and watched the liquids mix. Melvin placed Bert back on the desk, next to “Ernie” his fellow potted cactus. “If Burt dies you’re buying me a new one,” Melvin sighed. Chris didn't respond.

My sincere apologies for the looooonnnng delay. The past several months have been truly nuts. Here is a link to chapters 1-7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/1689-the-symbiote-war/ And here is chapter 8. I have chapter 10 finished, but I've been struggling with chapter 9 - but I'm working on it. Chapter 8: The Day I Had Been Dreading… What I had been dreading has finally happened. After a long day of school, working out at the gym, and studying in the library, I had returned to our room and was lying in bed surfing the web on my laptop (Ok! Ok! I’ll admit it… I was surfing for porn). I was just getting heated up when Shawn walked in. “Hey Buddy!” He exclaimed. “Hey Shawn.” I replied, hastily closing my browser’s tabs. He looked great. He was still a bit sweaty, and his muscles looked swollen – pumped full of blood. “Were you just at the gym? And weren’t you there earlier today?” “Yes. And yes. I can’t get enough. I think I might finally be getting close to your size.” “Your progress has been amazing. And those muscles look great on you.” Ogling his muscles was doing nothing to help my erection go down. Thankfully, my boner was hidden under my sheets. “Thanks. This ride is a blast – and I have you to thank for it.” He’s looking at me with a gleam in his eye, and a cute grin on his face. He’s so adorable – my balls churn just looking at him. “We should check my progress – see how I measure up against you.” As he’s saying this, he’s rummaging around his desk looking for something. “I found a measuring tape in a sewing kit. I’ve never used the kit, but the measuring tape will come in handy.” He pulls out the measuring tape. I’m already feeling nervous about where this is going. For starters, he’s probably going to expect me to climb out of bed – and then it’ll be obvious that I’ve got a bit more than a chubby in my boxers. “Corrigan, come and help me out.” I can see the small, defined bricks of his tight abdominal muscles and his obliques flexing as he’s taking his shirt off. As the shirt goes over his head, it highlights the V-shape made by his nicely developed lats – they’re small, but on his lean frame they really stand out. He drops his shirt to the floor and turns to do a most-muscular pose in the mirror. My balls churn again at the sight of his tight pecs and bulging shoulders capped with two mounded lats as he’s flexing them in the mirror. Even with his jeans still on, there is no mistaking that glorious bubble butt that he’s been developing. The jeans are tight around his glutes and bulging crotch, but loose around his waist. “Get out of bed you lazy bum! I can’t measure myself!” He’s struggling to get his jeans down past the firm globes of his ass. I might weigh a bit more than him, but that would only be because of my slight height advantage and the fact that I am not as lean as he is. His lean form really highlights his newly developed, tight muscles. I finally consent and crawl out of bed. My boner has barely gone down and it’s still tenting my boxers. Shawn sees this and gives me a grin and a wink – totally adorable – my balls churn again. Shawn’s wearing a pair of sexy white briefs. They are stretched across his firm ass and revealing the slightest hint of crack. But in the front they are struggling to contain his erection. It looks plump and full, pointing all the way toward his hip, the line of the flared head is clearly visible through the thin fabric. “Let’s start with arms.” He says as he’s handing me the tape measure. He flexes his right arm a few times and holds it up for me to measure. His bicep feels warm and hard as a rock as I wrap the tape around. “14 and a half.” He might have been a bit over fourteen and a half, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Not bad, considering just a short while ago, I didn’t have any arms to speak of. Now let’s measure you.” I hand over the tape and hold up my arm. I flex as hard as I can, attempting to make up for the fact that, unlike Shawn, it’s been several hours since I was at the gym. “Impressive. 15 inches.” I might have a bit of size on Shawn, but my arm doesn’t have the same impressive baseball shape that he’s developed. Still, I’m proud of my recent gains in the gym. “Here, help me get this around my chest.” I help him wrap the tape around his chest, and then I almost drop it as he flexes and pulls the tape out of my hands. We get it back in place, and he relaxes so that I can measure. “41 inches.” “And you.” He grabs the tape from my hand and wraps it around my chest. “42 inches. Still a bit bigger than me.” His waist is 29 inches, and mine is 31. Both our thighs measure in at 21 inches. Then we measure heights. I’m hardly five foot seven inches – clearly not the same as before, because I’m sure I used to be exactly five-seven. Shawn is just under five-six and a half – hardly a half-inch difference between our heights. No wonder I’m feeling that I’m looking straight across into his eyes – he’s gained two and a half inches of height since the semester started. What a crazy semester this has been. My mind stops wandering and I see that Shawn has hiked his briefs under his large balls and he’s got the tape measure up against his rock-hard cock. The shaft looks hard as iron, and wrapped in thick veins. He’s stroking and flexing as he holds the tape along the shaft. “Yeah! Look Corrigan! Eight inches. This is so fucking hot!” The excited smile on his face is genuine, and cute. And once again, my cock throbs and my balls churn. “Now let’s measure you.” I don’t know why, but I hesitated. We’ve slept together, and we’ve seen each other naked in our room, so this shouldn’t be an issue. But maybe it’s because I know that I’m no longer nine inches, and I don’t want to have to confront that fact with a tape measure. Or maybe I just don’t want Shawn getting so close to the fuel for surpassing me. But regardless, I hesitated and started to back off. But Shawn wasn’t going to let me do that. “Come on buddy! I know you’re packing – let’s check it out!” He’s reaching for the tent in my boxers, but I grab his arm. He grabs my other arm. And then all of a sudden, we’re serious. Shawn wants access, and I want to prevent him from getting the upper hand. He’s incredibly strong and I’m having a difficult time keeping him away. We struggle for a moment – Shawn’s getting closer. And then I manage to push him over – and we both tumble onto the floor. Shawn’s wrestling experience pays off and he manages to wind up on top. I’m on my back, holding onto one of his arms, and he’s lying on top of me holding onto my other arm. We’re struggling for several moments – neither one making any headway – an even match. But then Shawn changes strategies. With a mischievous look in his eye, and cute grin, he starts thrusting against me. I can feel his hard-on and large balls in his briefs rubbing up and down against my stomach. He even leans in and licks my neck! I’m wondering what’s going on. But it’s so hot that I almost don’t care. My boner is throbbing in my boxers – and because of the thrusting, it is now poking out of the leg. I’ve been hard for a while now, and so I’m leaking pre-cum – I can feel the slick wetness against my leg. But then Shawn’s thigh rubs against it and I can feel the wetness dissipate. And that’s when I realize what’s happening. Shawn lets out a little moan of pleasure and I can feel his grip on my arm tightening. I can feel his cock pressed against my abs hardening and stretching. His pecs are pushing against my chest as they expand with the slightest bit of extra muscle. I can’t hold back as my balls churn again and another gush of pre-cum pours forth. Shawn’s thigh is right there to soak it all up. “Oh fuck yeah.” He moans. I’m getting tired from our struggling, but Shawn’s new growth is giving him new energy. His grip on my arm is getting tighter and he’s fighting less to control me. Even my grip on his other arm is failing – I can feel the muscles in his forearm tightening and growing with new muscle. He easily breaks my grip – and now he’s got both of my arms pinned. He renews his thrusting, and I can feel my balls clenching up, ready to explode with cum. I’m trying desperately to break free, but he’s clearly stronger. And with more pre-cum leaking out, I can feel his body growing as he’s got me pinned to the floor. And then, with an air of certainty, Shawn makes eye contact – I can see the excitement – “It’s time.” He says. And that air of superiority is all it takes. My cock flexes, my balls churn, and I’m exploding with cum. The first shot comes out like a geyser. Shawn quickly repositions and gets my gushing cock in his mouth. Shot after massive shot is quickly sucked up and swallowed. I can feel his hand on my thigh digging in painfully as it grows. His other hand is wrapped around my shaft, working out every last drop of cum. He continues vacuuming until I’m completely dry, and he even makes sure to lick up the leftovers of the first shot down my thigh. Shawn stands up, and I can clearly see that he’s taller. And as I’m watching, he still seems to be stretching toward the ceiling. His muscles are clenching and tightening, and each time they flex a bit larger. His shoulders are adding an impressive width to his frame, and are topped by the mounds of his traps. I can see the V of his back widening, but keeping the narrow, tight waist. And from my angle, lying on the floor, it is easy to see the growth of his chest. Shawn is flexing his pecs – the striations of lean muscle appear to be fighting to push through his skin as they expand. Shawn then lifts his arms into a double bi pose – and baseballs of muscle explode out of his arms. Even with all of the other growth, those arms are impressive. But then we both turn our attention to Shawn’s cock and balls. His balls are so large, they are taking up all the space in his tight briefs, and this has caused his massive boner to pop out. Shawn glances around and grabs the tape measure. His cock looks to be as thick as my wrist. He gives it a few strokes, his hand barely wrapping around the thick shaft. He presses the tape along his cock – “Nine inches. More than that, it’s over nine. It feels fucking amazing.” He drops the tape measure and grabs his cock with both hands – even with both hands wrapped around the shaft, the large purple head is sticking out. Shawn starts jacking with one hand, while the other alternates between cupping his massive balls and feeling up his newly muscled pecs and abs. I’m frozen with awe – staring at the stud that my roommate has become. And then Shawn starts clenching, his muscles straining and standing out taut. His tool, already impressively swollen, appears to swell larger, and his balls clench up. And with a grunt of pure pleasure, he’s spurting forth a geyser of cum – it’s spraying everywhere. In my position, still on the floor, I’m covered in spunk. Fuck that was hot. “Ohh yuck! I’m covered.” I lied – it was a total turn on to be cum-showered by my Adonis of a roommate. “Oh god that was awesome!” Shawn had a post-orgasm, blissful-dumb grin on his face. “I feel so amazing.” “I need a shower.” I stood up. I’m definitely looking up at Shawn – he’s got to be at least 5’8 or 5’8 and a half – and his body looks solid with muscle – almost as if his whole body is a boner. He hands me the tape measure and raises a bicep. He doesn’t have to say anything, I know what he wants. I wrap the tape measure around the baseball of his bicep. “15 and a half.” “Awesome. Now, chest.” I can tell he’s wider, because I’m struggling to reach around his back and grab the tape with my other hand. We’re so close I can feel his hot breath on my neck. As I finally manage to grab the tape, I’ve leaned in so close that his boner brushes against my abs and mine swipes across his thigh – which furthers the realization that Shawn is now taller than me. “43…no, 43 and a half.” “I feel bigger.” He clenches up into a most muscular pose, and I can see the tape stretching toward 44 inches. I lower the tape to his waist. “About 29 and a half.” His tight waist stands in contrast to the shelf of his bubble butt. “Thighs… 22 and a half inches.” I can barely get this measurement, as I can’t keep my eyes off his over nine-inch tool poking well above the waist band of his tighty-whities and easily touching his belly button. “And finally, let’s check my height.” “5’8 and a half.” “That’s four and a half inches since the start of the term. This is fucking awesome.” “I think can get an hour in at the gym before they close. Gotta run. Thanks buddy!” He’s grabbing his clothes and trying to stuff his post-orgasm chubby back into his now-too-small briefs. And then he’s out the door. And I’m alone with my thoughts. What is happening to my life?

Tagline: Two young friends discover an ancient shrine that grants them immortal power. Note: This story originally appared on a different site years ago. At the resquest of a fellow M-G member, I rewrote it for this community. Any thoughts/comments/suggestions/ways of improvement are always appreciated. Thank you. I awoke with a shove. “Ouch. What?” I asked as I pried my eyes open. “Max, Max, get up!” “What?” I answered, still half asleep. “Tyler? Is that you?” “Yea man, I gotta show you something, come with me.” Tyler backed away. I slowly raised myself on my cot to see Tyler, full of energy, walking around in my A-frame tent. We were spending our spring hiking in Greece. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at him. “I found something, something incredible. I gotta show you.” he said. “Dude,” I answered, looking over at my watch, “it's...what...3am what are you doing wondering out there by yourself?” “It doesn't matter, you gotta hurry!” Tyler was still only in his boxers and gym shorts, a pair of flip flops on his feet. “You aren't even dressed for hiking,” I said. “It's only about a quarter mile, come on man!” he answered. I unzipped my sleeping bag and pulled myself out of my cot. I looked around for my own gym shorts and slipped them over my briefs. “I'll meet you outside,” Tyler said. I pulled on a pair of hiking shoes, slipped on a tee shirt and climbed out of the tent. In the middle of the Mediterranean, the stars were beautiful. I looked up to see a full moon too. “Wow,” I said. “This way,” he shouted, running down a trail. I followed Tyler on a trail away from camp. Tyler's flashlight gave us only a few feet view of what was around us. Even though it was a summer night, it was surprisingly cool. Tyler, walking briskly, was hard to keep up with. “Dude, please tell me why you woke me up.” I was a little surprised he woke me up so late, and he knew I was upset at him. I assumed it must have been important. “Earlier this evening I was gathering some firewood and I felt a strange draft coming from in between a few rocks,” Tyler said excitedly, “so I went to investigate. The rocks were old, there were trees and moss growing on it I had to imagine that the area inside had been undiscovered for years, maybe 2,000 years, maybe more, I don't know. So I took a shovel and shoved some of it aside. Dude, there is a cave inside the rocks, completely undiscovered I know it! There's something in there too you gotta check it out!” He led me off the path and into a deep thicket of trees and shrubs. It was hard to navigate. “What did you find?” I asked. “I'm not sure,” he answered, “but it looks pretty incredible. I don't want to tell anyone yet but it's hard to explain I gotta show you.” Still shirtless, Tyler must have a hard time navigating the thick brush. Even in my own hiking shoes it was difficult traversing so far off the path. We walked to a small crevice in between a few fallen boulders. “Come on we gotta climb in here.” He ordered. “What?” I responded. “Climb in there? Dude I can barely fit.” “You're a shrimp, man!” Tyler said, almost mockingly. “I got probably 20 pounds of muscle on you and I can fit. You can handle it.” With a scorn on my face I answered, “screw you dude,” I always sort of envied Tyler's good looks and strength. I guess it wasn't in my genes to be all that buff. But, caving in, I fit myself through the crevice in the rocks and dropped 2 feet onto the cave floor. “How are we supposed to get out?” I asked. “We can hoist each other up, no problem,” Tyler answered. Looking around, the cave looked pretty large. “I'm surprised no one else has found this,” I said. “Maybe it wasn't meant to be found until now,” Tyler cryptically answered. We walked through a narrow passageway and opened into an atrium of sorts. Paintings adorned the cavern walls; they looked like Ancient Greek. Drawings of animals and of men, stars, the sun, plants. They were suprisingly intact. “Look at this script,” Tyler said. I walked over to see multiple languages sprawled across the wall. “Are these Greek writings?” “Yea, I think it's Greek,” Tyler answered. “But this is what you gotta check out.” I followed him to an ornate and elaborate stone altar. Although it was made of stone, paintings aligned the walls and floors around it and jewels sat on carefully sculpted rock columns around the altar. There was another smaller offering table to the right of the big one, and more foreign characters on the tables themselves. “Look at these pictures,” Tyler said, as he pointed them out his hand ran across the pictures. “What's that look like to you?” pointing to the first one. I answered, “It appears to be a man. Is it a Greek...guy?” “Yea it shows a hoplite. It looks like a Greek warrior, man!” Tyler said, “Max, look: he's wearing a tunic, a helmet, saber...here keep following the drawings it's explaining a ceremony.” I followed his finger as he interpreted the paintings. “The warriors walk up to the smaller offering table. Look here, they take off their armor, then their clothing, and lay it on the smaller altar. After they get naked, they walk up to the big altar. Then, they space their feet apart here, if all goes well, this large painting appears and they touch it.” Tyler pointed the drawing of the naked soldier, reaching out and touching the painting. “Look at this, then the crystals are powered by the clothing he sacrificed, and he's given...muscle. Or even powers, I think?” “Powers?” I asked. “Yea, man, look! He grows, gains these electric powers, he manifests something. It's nuts isn't it?” Looking closely at the paintings I saw that Tyler was right. The Greek warrior gained muscle mass, his eyes changed to a glowing red, and he seemed to manifest some kind of supernatural power. “Wow, man!” I said. “Did you try it?” "What? No! But I got close, when I lay my clothes on the altar, the painting appears, but I didn't want to touch the painting unless someone else was here." “Okay,” I said, as a smile grew on my face. I pulled my shirt off as I walked toward the smaller altar. “I'm trying it.” I answered. “Wait, what? No man, I want to do it I just brought you down here in case something happened,” Tyler answered. “Fuck that, man, I've been your little follower the last 5 years I'm doing it.” I threw my shirt down on the altar and kicked my shoes off. I sat on the altar and pulled off my socks. Although I doubted that anything would actually happen, the thought of it possibly occurring was too exciting not to try it. And if it did I wanted to gain it before Tyler would. “Dude just calm down. Let me show you,” Tyler said pulling off his own shirt and throwing it onto the altar. “I brought you down here so you could see in case something happened, you can try after me.” I pushed him off the altar, a decision I made instinctively to keep me on my course. “Watch it, fucker! I want to do it!” Tyler backed away, surprised by my reaction but I so badly wanted it I was willing to fight. “Ok. Fine. Just be careful” he said, backing a few feet away. I kicked his T-shirt off before looking quickly over to the drawings and retraced the warrior's procedure: get naked, leave clothes on small altar, walk head high to the big altar and stand there, put feet into position, touch the painting. I looked back over to the altar as I slid down my gym shorts. “How long has it been? Since this has been done?” I asked. “I don't know,” Tyler answered. “Long enough for our history to forget about it.” I turned around still in my briefs and looked down to Tyler. “Do you think the altar will take 21st century clothing?” I asked. Tyler didn't think it was funny, “dude, I really think I should try this first. You don't know what's going to happen.” “Too late dude, I'm already getting naked. Hope you don't mind,” I said, pulling my briefs down. The draft on my naked body in the cave felt cool and it was nice, if a little awkward. “You do what you gotta do.” Tyler answered, a little bitter and not making eye contact. I was a bit embarrassed to show my frail, naked body and small package, particularly compared to Tyler's bulkiness, but I wished it would be the last time I would look like that at all. We had been naked in front of each other before and I certainly wasn't afraid of the act, but I was more compelled to do it. I felt a breeze over my rear and through my legs, drying off my nervous sweat. Thinking to myself I kept asking “what are you doing? Are you crazy?” as I cupped my package and stepped out of my briefs. But when I did a magnificent painting of a muscular man illuminated on the wall. “Woah,” I said. I turned away from Tyler and stared at the painting. “Who is that?” I asked. “Is it a man? Or a god?” I had to keep moving. I walked toward the altar, head high, and climbed the small steps onto the large altar. “The painting just lit up.” Tyler said, “Just like that.” “What do I do now?” I asked, feet spaced apart on the altar. “I think...I think you touch it,” Tyler said. “But...be careful, man.” I turned around to see Tyler watching my naked backside with anticipation, I let my hands go from guarding my crotch. Double checking the painting I appeared to be in the correct stance to initiate the ceremony. I took one more look around the cave, mustering the strength to try this. I lifted my right hand and, slowly, reached it out, eager to gain the powers and believing so much that the drawings were true. Looking down at my scrawny body I convinced myself that, as strange as this was, it was worth the attempt, and touched the painting. It grew brighter. My hand felt hot but I kept it there. I came this far I had to see what would happen. The crystals around me also began to grow brighter. I looked around, turned my head back to see Tyler, mouth wide open. “What's happening?” I asked, but before Tyler could respond the paint quickly drained from the wall in front of me and circled through the rock of the cavernous walls and toward the glowing crystals, powering them, causing two of them to hit me with a powerful and searing spark. “Argh!” I doubled over, removing my hand from the wall. My skin became coated in the electric bolts. I turned around and lifted my arms up. Two more crystals shot at me and again, shocked, I fell onto the altar. “Ahhhh!” I screamed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my clothing disintegrating and melting into the smaller table. “Argh! What's...happening to...me?” I shouted, afraid, looking down at my melting clothing. As the smaller altar absorbed them, their essence too traveled into the four crystals, like rain trickling down a sidewalk, my clothing integrated into the crystals. The crystals quickly changed colors as a more powerful energy emanated out of them and onto me. Onto my altar. “Oh my god what am I doing?” I kept thinking to myself. I was too paralyzed to move, to try to escape the clutches of the sparks engrossing my body. My heart began racing as my breathing accelerated. The four active crystals continued to hit me and as I lifted my upper body, ass still on the alter. Then, the most incredible thing happened. I saw myself changing. My body was involuntarily twisting itself. My chest twisted left, then right, as muscle began forming on its sides. The muscle rounded and settled over my chest as I struggled to stand back up but managed to regain composure. Lifting my knees and re-standing, but under the multicolors of electric bolts swarming me my pecs began to grow. They grew outward and pronounced, tightening the space between them where my breastbone lay. The muscle then stretched down to my flat torso and began contorting. My stomach bulge quickly pulled into my body as my abs flattened then strengthened into a chiseled washboard of an eight-pack. There my skin began to tan itself. It wrapped over my paler torso and ass cheeks giving me a solid golden color over my body. More sparks started shooting out of the crystals as I looked up at my biceps, fear now leaving my mind, replaced by curiosity. They too were growing, contorting and lengthening. As muscle wrapped and pumped up my arms, tightened lines of muscle and skin began to define every crevice. I was starting to like this! Lifting them up to admire them, I began laughing as hair grew within my arm pits and up over my biceps and lower arms, thinly at first, then thickening to a masculine warrior. I would have never imagined laughing at such an experience, but the more my muscle grew, the more I wanted it and it was actually becoming true! Lowering my arms, the crevices that formed my washboard abs began to define my pelvis as my thighs began to grow. Thick, hard muscle wrapped and grew down my legs blowing them up like a pole vaulter's. The muscle defining across my hips tightened and created a cut V. I drew a finger along my new crevice. Looking over to Tyler all I could see through the sparking powers of electricity was a shocked and worried guy. I shouted to him, “Can you fuckin believe this?! Yes, this feels good. Hahaha!” Was I getting cocky? But who wouldn't? My ass started to quiver and shake, turning I saw it pumped out as rock hard muscle began building and pulling a tight, strong ass to match my legs. My back cracked as it stretched and grew. My arms flailing involuntarily as my shoulders doubled it's muscle mass and widened. The side of my ass checks locked in and chiseled out as it pulled against my body. As my rock hard bubble butt formed, my feet, ankles and shins grew in length and width as muscle continued to envelop over my growing frame, new countors of sinew defining every immaculate piece of my body. I smacked my ass cheeks as I turned back around, the ceremony was working! Suddenly a huge weight increase hit my package. I grabbed it, almost out of natural reaction, and felt it growing too. A large pulse of sex adrenaline hit me as my cock filled with blood and drooped down as my balls began growing in size. I removed my hands, I had to see this incredible moment. As if my balls were getting too big for its sac, it too began to grow and drop down to handle the weight of them. My cock turned to the left before growing back out, a new foreskin growing into its natural state. I continued to laugh. The feeling of my growing and powerful body only continued to get better. I looked again at Tyler, “Yea! Yeaheaa! THIS is what I'm talkin' about!” pointing down to my swinging, sex-ridden package. Tyler finally spoke up, shocked at the transformation happening before him. “Woah, Max, dude! What's happening to you?” I was no longer listening. I couldn't listen, the powers enveloping me were becoming too much for my human mind to handle, Tyler's voice drifted as I looked down and found I was quickly dwarfing him. Hair grew up through my pubes thickening them as they grew up over my belly button, chest and down across my ass. Then the hair grew like a forest over my shins and thighs. But my attention quickly moved away from my body as thoughts of powers borrowed into my mind. Powers? Yes, that's what I was now gaining! I couldn't believe it! Only minutes before I was embarrassed by my naked body and now I wanted nothing else. Being naked felt free and inviting for the powers of this altar to enter my body. What were these powers doing to me? What was I becoming? I kept thinking they must...they must have given warriors the strength of the mythological gods! No, no it was even better! I was becoming one! A god! An ancient greek god full of the abilities, powers and vices that we mortals had long forgotten about. “AHH Haha!” I continued to laugh as I gained the knowledge of this, drunk with the power of the immortals, drunk with the thought of elevating above my formal, mortal self. My muscles continued to lock in and grow. I was becoming an immortal. An immortal! I couldn't believe it. This altar was everything I hoped for. “Yes! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” I shouted, my voice becoming deeper with each second. “AH HAHAHA!” As the transformation continued, all the crystals illuminated and bestowed me with powers of transformation, immorality, the power to control other people and read their minds. A god, yes, I was becoming a god and I loved every second of it. The last of my human flesh, any imperfect part disappeared off of my now sculpted body. My package hung large among the rest of my immortal muscle. As the last of the crystal's powers were integrating into my body, I could feel the tight muscle growth slow to a standstill. Moving my hands up to cover my face, I felt it shift into a pronounced, thin, powerful face of a diety. Though I couldn't see my reflection, I knew its transformation gave the look of handsomeness and power. My hair shortened to a dark brown, matching the chest and arm hair that had grown earlier. My eyes opened to a glowing red, just as the drawings depicted. The crystal sparks ended, leaving nothing but a masculine, sharp immortal full of power. I was so full of these thoughts and knowledge of new powers I was having trouble keeping them in order. Was I given the powers of Metis or Heracles? Or, even more importantly: did it matter? All I knew was that I had the powers, the body, and was proud of what had happened. Like the mythological gods before me I intended to remain naked and use my bestowed powers to their fullest. Transformation? Manipulation? Trickery? Sex? I could think of little else. I stepped down from the altar. Looking down I couldn't help but admire my muscular and cut body, a thin layer of dark hair resting over my chest and abs. I looked further down to still see the growth very much apparent in my package and quads too. Tyler, not knowing the powers that bestowed me, walked over to me. I regained my stature and felt the powers coursing through me. For all my life I envied those with bigger bodies than I. But now I was a cut monster! A finely tuned and tight machine. I was no longer afraid or embarrassed by my nudity. No, I loved it. I was the hottest shit around. Tyler stared at me with awe and wonder. “My first worshiper,” I told myself, and I positioned myself in full view of him. “What do you think of me?” I asked, commanding an answer. “Uhh,” Tyler was completely hypnotized, he was infatuated with my body. I flexed my arms for him and crunched my abs. There was so much complexity in my build he couldn't get enough. Wanting to show my strength I walked over to a stalactite away from the altar and grabbed it with my right hand. “An easy feat,” I said, snapping the 8 foot rock off the side of the cavern. The rock weighed hundreds of pounds, but I easily twirled it around in my hands, feeling the energy surge through my body as I pumped the rock like a twig in a playground. “So much strength...” Tyler said, staring at me. “You want it?” I answered, preparing to throw the rock to him. I smiled and prepared a greek shot put throw, but as it flew into the air I ordered it to dissolve, merging back into the cavern wall once more. Tyler flinched in fear, but relaxed knowing I meant him no real harm. Eyeing my mortal friend once again I stretched my arm and beckoned him closer. “See what it feels like to be a warrior,” and I brought his hand close to my chest, touching my pecs. Tyler encountered flashes of my immortal powers, visioning a brief glimpse of my abilities. “Mmm...” he said orgasmicly as he bent his back, allowing his dick to lift from within his gym shorts. “I want it. I WANT IT” he shouted, dropping to his knees, kissing my hairy quads, trying to lift his mouth to my dick as his hands grabbed my rock-hard ass. With an invisible force I pushed the mortal back, Tyler sliding across the cave floor. “Mortals,” I said, smirking. “You have no idea what it's like, do you?” Tyler looking confused, wondering why I rejected him. “Yes, these powers, I can do anything now!” I answered. “No more need for clothes, for conformity. I am a god and all will obey my will.” Tyler stood again and bowed to me. “What do you wish of me master?” he said. The human was in a complete state of worship. I snapped my fingers to release him from his trance. “Tyler, you may think I am a pure god, but it is still me. Max. Maximus, the Immortal!” I flexed my biceps once again and forced a bright, immortal light to show my godly self. Levitating into the air Tyler smiled and walked more casually back to me, out of his trance. “Can I join you, Maximus? Can I join you through the ritual?” I smiled back to him and turned, opening the path to the shrine of the gods for my friend. “I may have gone first, my friend, but you have the altar to yourself now,” I said, levitating myself back to the ground. “Holy shit, this thing really fuckin works,” Tyler said turning his attention to the altar; he carried his shirt to the offering table before dropping it on the cold stone. “Dude, I can't fuckin wait, excuse the boner,” he said, stepping out of his flip flops and dropping his shorts and briefs in one push. “Mmm, this air feels perfect!” he shouts, letting his erection swag in the open. As Tyler stepped up to the transformation table he turned and asked me, “what it is like? To be you?” I thought for a moment. “Everything is different now. I no longer feel pain, emotions. I'm confident, assured, my mind is beset with the powers I gained and my new purpose is to use them to the fullest. I feel equal part human and immortal. It feels like I am power. Pure power.” I spoke with such authority and surety I thought I had created my own prophecy. My own future. “Join me, human.” Tyler's smile widened, “woah oh,” he said, “I can't wait to join you. What shall I be called?” “Tiberius,” I said. Tyler quickly answered, “Tiberius the Immortal.” Tyler turned back to the Warrior image in front of him, and laid his hand in confidence on the painting, the crystals aggressively illuminating over his naked body.

Check out Part 1 here: Part 2: “Jasper, we don’t have time for this. This is the most logical way of converting Clive into a carrier. He will have to take my cock up his anal cavity so that I can find his prostate. I am feeling incredibly horny right now and need to fuck somebody so I suggest you go get him or I will have to make you the carrier which is not the most logical plan.” Jasper agrees and goes to get Clive. He pulls him into the exam room which makes the smaller partner a bit uneasy. The red behemoth grabs Clive who is quite alarmed by the huge monster standing in front of him and puts him on the exam table before propping his legs up onto his bloated shoulders and traps. Seth rubs his thick fingers along Clive’s wet hole before turning to look at Jasper who seems quite turned on by this. Seth looks down at the lube he left on the floor and turns to speak to Jasper. “Get me the clear lube on the floor Jasper. I want to make this as comfortable as possible for him. *looks back around at Clive who seems very tense* Relax Clive, let’s see how your body will respond when I press my cock up against your hole.” The huge muscular demon rubs his shiny purple cock against his human bottom’s tense opening before slapping it a few times. After getting the lube for the doctor, Jasper hands it to the red beast and begins to run his fingers all over the red doctor’s soaked backside before maneuvering around to the amazing slabs beneath his two engorged tits. Jasper is becoming quite intoxicated by the huge monster’s amazing musk as he rubs his thick cock against Seth’s big tail. The doctor turns his torso just slightly to the side before wrapping his tail around the muscular human’s waist. He picks him up off the ground to make him moan a couple of times before putting him back down. “You feeling good right now Jasper? Just give me a few minutes with Clive and you will be amazed at what he will be doing to you. For now, feel free to let your inhibitions take over as long as you don’t interfere with my process.” The doctor squirts a big pile of lube on his fingers and reaches down to completely coat his massive shaft before slowly parting Clive’s hole. It seems quite receptive to Seth’s entry as the doctor positions himself over top of the helpless human. The thinner bottom appears to be in a bit of pain as the red hulk begins to bear down on him. “Just stay relaxed Clive and you will be fine. There is going to be an incredible amount of pressure right now. I am going to manipulate your prostate into trusting me so I can convert you.” Clive groans as the doctor continues to spread his hole wider, stretching his anal walls as it tries to accommodate the girth of his mighty pole. He can’t resist the beast either as he feels Seth’s cockhead pressing up against his prostate. The red-skinned muscle monster begins slowly fucking him as Jasper continues to worship the doctor’s body with his hands and rubbing up against Seth’s bloated ass. After toying with Clive’s prostate for a few minutes, Seth stops moving inside him as he starts to feel the bottom’s prostate swelling. The human’s cock and balls turn a deep purple as the red hulk can feel that he is getting ready to unload inside him. Clive starts yelling because the sensation is so overwhelming which prompts the doctor to put one of his massive paws over top of his patient’s mouth. “Shhh…..stay calm Clive. *feels his balls starting to throb* Mmmmm, this is going to feel good when it comes out. *breathes heavy as he turns to talk to Jasper* You might want to get back Jasper, I have to maneuver my cock into just the right spot in order for this to work properly. *holds Clive firmly as he picks him up and sits him upright onto his engorged member* Ready for it Clive? MMMMMM…..it is going to be quite the rush.” Before Clive can even get a word out, he can feel Seth’s bloated cock showering his insides. Seth continues to cover the bottom’s mouth as he screams from the sheer volume of cum wrecking him. Jasper fears that the doctor is killing him because it looks like Clive is in severe agony. The doctor continues to grip him tightly as the river starts to pour out of Clive’s anus as he passes out from the ordeal. Jasper notices that his boyfriend is unconscious and starts to beat on Seth’s back to get him to stop fucking. “Relax Jasper in order for this to be successful I have to ravage him pretty badly. His body has to be prepared to be converted. Just give it me a few more minutes and you will see what I am talking about.” Jasper still seems a bit unconvinced. “I want to trust you doctor, but seeing him like this is really driving me crazy. I love him so much and hate to see him in such distress.” As they continue to banter with each other, they don’t even notice that Clive is starting to change physically. The bottom is writhing against Seth as his cock and balls begin swelling as precum starts to roll down the huge red hulk’s abs and right quad. He groans deeply as his muscles start expanding. It is at that point that Seth can feel Clive’s hole getting wider against his thick pole. He decides to put the growing human back down on the exam table as he pulls his limp dong making it flop a few times. The stretching sounds get louder as the unconscious grower’s legs and calves expand to twice their size as Jasper looks on in awe. The growth quickly moves up into his chest and abs as each individual slab pops before forming into a perfect six-pack. Jasper can’t resist rubbing his oozing cock on each one of them as Seth picks him up. The stunned bodybuilder turns to look at him as Clive’s bloated cock arches to find his partner’s gaping hole. The doctor slides Jasper on top of it which prompts him to yell in shock. “No need to wait Jasper, he is responding the way he is supposed to with my serum. His changes will be permanent as well because he is now a carrier of the virus. Now it is your turn to coax him into filling you up so that you two can start to bear children.” Jasper reaches down to feel Clive’s pecs swelling as each muscle fiber contracts. His small biceps and forearms are growing now as well as his veins struggle to maintain their size over top of the huge boulders forming. His back and lats are pushing him up from the table as Jasper leans in to kiss him on the lips. He moans noticing a huge difference in the way Clive kisses as the growing human starts to wake up to embrace him as he starts to fuck Jasper. The intense transformation is too much for his cock as he launches massive rivers of cum up inside his partner’s body as he yells in delight. His body continues to change as his face is more chiseled than before and a light layer of stubble appears on his face. Jasper grimaces as they continue to kiss each other. Dr. Darkori rubs Jasper’s back for a couple of minutes as Clive finishes filling him with massive quantities of sperm. Some of it flows into the floor beneath them as the two muscular lovers sit and try to collect themselves as the doctor starts to move away from them and over to tower over his desk to open one of his drawers. He is still bloated with muscle himself and is trying to find an antidote to his medication before he becomes consumed with lust. He could sense it as Clive was transforming and managed to keep it under wraps. However, with the two patients now emitting quite a plethora of hormones, he is finding it more difficult to control his own. “Guys, just give me a second here. *opens a drawer and talks softly* Ohh, thank gawd. *pops a pill out of a bottle and swallows it as he looks down at his swollen cock* Whew…..down boy. *it is leaking precum like it did before* I can’t let you dictate my moves, sorry.” Clive pulls out of Jasper as he tries to stand up. The newly muscular 27-year-old stud walks over to Seth and starts to massage his shoulders. The doctor pushes him away immediately though. “Knock it off Clive, you are feeling a bit horny I know, but I won’t be doing anything else for you at this time. *walks back around the desk towards Jasper* Jasper, you need to sit back down okay? Let everything swim around inside you for a few minutes. You will be developing a bump here in just a bit.” Seth pulls some of the paper off the table and has the 28-year-old bodybuilder sit back down. The tired bodybuilder grasps his pelvic area and appears to be in some discomfort. As he stands beside Jasper, he feels Clive’s huge vascular arms surrounding him as the thick hulk tries to slide his cock inside him. The doctor reaches around and grabs him by one of his arms before escorting him into the bathroom. He closes the door quickly and punches another button located beside the other one. The door makes a swooshing sound like they heard before as a steel door slides down from above. Clive yells in anger as he punches the door. “You need to relax Clive, it will wear off shortly. Don’t break your hand okay?” Jasper looks concerned, but he seems to get it. “I don’t appreciate you doing that to my boyfriend, but I suppose I can understand why you would want to keep him from interfering with this….. *feels his pelvis starting to swell* OHH SHIT! IT HURTS SO BAD!” Jasper’s lower abs and pelvic region are starting to bulge into what appears to be in the shape of a giant volleyball. His pecs are also swelling as his nipples stretch to twice their size. They both leak a clear liquid which is rolling down his bloated torso now. The sensation of his growing belly and erect nipples makes his cock spray the doctor’s body with a jet of precum. The doctor reaches down to massage the uncomfortable man’s balls which are rapidly filling up with cum now. “Things are looking really good Jasper. The whole process is working really well. *runs his hands on Jasper’s even larger round belly* It looks to me like you may be having more than one.” Clive has now stopped banging on the bathroom door as the doctor goes over to let him out. Seth pushes the same button he pressed before as the huge hulk rushes over to look over his partner. He is in awe at what he is looking at. He gently rubs the pregnant man’s furry pecs and squeezes his engorged nipples as they shoot what appears to be milk all over his bulging stomach. He then runs his hands along his lover’s belly as he kisses and licks the top part of it. Jasper’s agony appears to be subsiding as the pregnancy appears to be in its final form. The doctor walks back over to them again. “I think you two are ready to take this out of the exam room now. You should be due in about 12 weeks Jasper I would think. The babies have to be taken care of the same way they would be if they were being carried inside of a female. Of course, when you need to deliver them though, they will be coming out of your anus. Your body will transition to being able to do that in the meantime. Clive, I hope you are enjoying your new body because it is permanent since you are now a carrier of the pregnancy gene. Now, I will get you both outfits from the closet over here by the wall so you don’t have to leave here in the nude.” After a couple of minutes of shuffling through garments, the doctor returns to where he was before and sees that Clive is now servicing Jasper’s throbbing cock. The pregnant stud is moaning quite loudly as he starts to drench his partner’s face in thick voluminous cum. The happy sucker grunts as he takes turns gulping down the thick sea of cum and letting it smack him in the face. He looks up at Seth and smiles as he finishes drinking his partner’s nectar. “As long as it is just you doing that Clive, that isn’t a problem. The seed coming out of his cock will be needed later for when the babies are ready to mature.” Both of the men get up after they compose themselves and are in need of a shower. They both go into the bathroom to clean up before emerging just a few minutes later. They are now dressed to go in the clothing Dr. Darkori provided them. He is standing by the first button he punched so he can release the lever on the exam room door. The same swoosh they heard earlier disappears into the ceiling. As they both turn back around to look at Seth as they get to the main door, they notice that he has now returned to his original size again. “In case you both didn’t know, that noise you heard at first was a steel door coming down for the exam room door. Anyway, I want to see both of you again in 4 weeks. I will be checking to see how both of you are doing in your new roles. *hands Clive a clipboard with papers on it* Give that to Armand at the front desk for me Clive. I need to clean up myself before I see my next patient. *waves goodbye to both men* Talk to you both again soon.” They both wave at him as they go down the hall into the main lobby. Dr. Darkori stands by the bathroom room door and sighs a few times. He whispers a few ‘thank gawds’ to his self before going into the shower. The experiment worked exactly the way he hoped it would. Hopefully his luck will continue. End of Part 2

Hey all, this is a story I wrote and posted ages ago. Perhaps it's worth a second life. Sunday. Not just a Sunday, but the last Sunday of the month which meant party time for many guys. Cafe the “Golden Fish”, located in a small alley near the city’s shopping center, and tonights place-to-be, had been turned into an enjoyable dancing. The “Golden Fish” was not the only cafe at the ally. There even was a video shop and a bookstore. And next to this bookstore, at the end of the alley, there was a small pub. The “Pink Wonder” was 21 year old David’s favorite pub. He spent four evenings a week there, talking to his friends and drinking beer or mixed drinks, depending on his financial situation. This evening, most of his friends had come to the pub. They drinked and laughed while the minutes pasted by and David draw attention to the fact it was already 21.45 Slowly they took their jackets and coats, kissed some other friends goodbye and left the pub for a pleasant night at the Disco Party in the ‘Golden Fish”. During the walk, David couldn’t resist dreaming about the guy he saw there the previous months. He didn’t know his name, nor he knew where the guy lived. The only thing David certainly knew about the guy was what his own eyes had told him. A dark skin, very short hair, a broad nose and two big lips. It seemed the guy doesn’t had a neck and although he wore wide shirts with the logo of the cafe, his black body looked well build. His hands where large and so was his butt, stretching the thight jeans to the max. David estimated the guy to be 25 years old, 6” long and about 198 pounds. In a flash David remembered the day after the last Disco Party. He was at home, his parents were shopping, and he was surfing on the internet. Suddenly a screen had popped-up with a special offer for muscle growth pills. He’d bought one, that would be enough to grow beyond imagination, according to the site. Strange thing was, that he couldn’t find that site again, a few days later. It was still very quiet at the party. Only a few other guys where doing their things on the dancefloor, and while the dj played some popular music, David was looking for his guy. Ah, there he was, behind the bar, cleaning some glasses. A little nervous David felt with his hands in his pockets, looking for the little, purple pill. He sighted when he found it. One and a half hours later the cafe was filled with dancing boys of all ages. With a smile on his face David watched over them, and found the dark guy in a corner of the building, picking up some empty glasses to clean them at the bar. This was the moment David had been waiting for. He slipped throug the crowds to the bar, where the dark guy has left his drink. The bartenders were too busy serving the large amounts of people to watch over the glass of coke, so it wasn’t too hard for David to put the pill in the drink without being seen. Slowly he walked back to the place he stood before and waited with excitement till the guy would drank his drink. Fortunately, he didn’t had to wait too long. The dark guy came back with some empty glasses, cleaned them and drank his coke. According to the instructions he got with the pill, it would take a few hours till that little, purple thing starts to work, so David went to his dancing friends and took a nip of his beer. Two o’clock. The party was almost over. The last guys where leaving the building. Davids friends took their jackets back from the secured wardrobe and pushed him to go with them, but David found an excuse not to go with them and kissed them goodbye. When his friends left David slowly walked to the wardrobe, took his jack (also very slowly) and took it on (very, very slowly). ‘When is that pill doing its work?’ he thought. ‘I really have to go now.’ He turned to a small poster. ‘Do you mind if I go home now?, said a deep voice. From a corner of his eye David looked at the bar. ‘What’s wrong?’ one of the bartenders asked. ‘I don’t feel that good,’ was the answer. ‘I feel sick.’ The dark guy rubbed his stomach. ‘Is everthing ok Brian?’ one of the bartenders asked worried. Brian said nothing, but burbed loudly. His face showed he was in pain. Another burp. ‘Go home,’ one of the bartenders said. ‘We will finish it here.’ It was clear Brian found troubles moving his body. ‘Can I help?’ David asked. ‘I... I have to ... get... home,’ Brian said. ‘Where do you live?’ David asked. No answer came. David looked up, to the bartenders. ‘I have a car. If you’ll tell me where he lives, I can take him there. ‘I don’t think it’s wise to leave him all by himself’. Another loud burp escaped from Brian’s mouth. He was shaking a little. ‘At the other side of the city,’ one of the bartenders said. ‘In an appartment next to the firestation.’ ‘I know that place,’ David said. ‘Come Brian. I’ll take u home.’ David helped Brian in his jacket and supported him to his car. Fiftheen minutes later they arrived at Brian’s appartment. Again, David supported the dark guy to his front door. Brian felt heavier then before. And harder. In the living Brian felt on his couch. Large beads of sweat slid down his face and his breathing became heavier. Suddenly he grabbed his stomach, as if he felt a terrible pain. Again Brian let out a loud burp while a thick vein became visible on his growing traps. He screamed while his wide shirt filled itself with his own body. Suddenly, the growth stopped. Brian sighted and looked at David, who was in awe and trying to believe what just happened. Both guys said nothing for almost an hour they were staring at each other. Brian, now the size of a small professional bodybuilder, seemed to say help me, but David, exactly knowing what was going on could think of only one thing; more! ‘I believe...’Brian suddenly said. ‘I believe... it.. is ...happening again!’ David jumped of his chair of excitement when he saw the black guy shaking. ‘Help...me!’ Brian screamed with a low voice. His shirt was wet of all the sweat. Again he grabbed his stomach. Davids eyes grew large when he saw the wide shirt inflating, like a balloon. The fabric stretched to the max, but could barely hold the mass in it. The jeans became more tight with the second, eventually they lost it from the growing leg and butt muscles. With a loud tearing sound, Brian burst out of the fabric, revealing his massive, veiny legs and some of his round, black ass. Again, the growth stopped suddenly and the guy burped loud. ‘What is happening man?’ he shouted afraid. David said nothing. ‘I am bigger than Mr. O in the off-season.’ Amazed David looked at the enormous pecs which were pressing the shirt to the limits. ‘Are...are you alright?’ he asked with a soft voice. ‘No, I am not,’ Brian shouted. ‘I want to know what’s happening to me.’ ‘I...I put something in your drink,’ David mumbled. Brian looked at him. ‘What have you done?’ ‘I...put a little pill in your coke,’ was the answer. ‘You little bastard,’ the black boy screamed. He jumped of the couch, flexing his muscles so hard, his shirt gave way, showing his body. The pecs were like balloons; large and inflated, leaving his small, black nipples pressed to the side of his chest. Abs the size of a man’s fist, and mighty lats, arching the upper arms to the side. The pumped shoulders made him look wide, almost as wide as the doorway. David ran to the kitchen, followed by the muscle monster. He was breathing loudly, carrying all of his new weight. With a scream, David fled to the bedroom and turned back. Brian ran into the room. His pecs bounced heavily. Brian was not as fast as he used to be. His body was to heavy and his legs to big. Nervously David searched for an exit, unfortunately for him, he was trapped between a window, and the biggest and angriest guy he had ever seen. The choice was easy. Swiftly David opened the window and jumped to the balcony. Brian found out he was too big to follow him and waddled back to the living, from where he could enter the balcony via the back door. David was shocked by this experience and rested on the balcony floor. He was ready to flee again when he saw Brian opening the backdoor, but suddenly he grabbed his stomach again. ‘Not again,’ David thought. ‘What have I done?’ He smiled. ‘I’m creating my fantasy man, is that so wrong?’ Slowly he walked to the large living room window, to see what was going on. Brian staggered to the couch and with a loud burp, he fell in it. His body started shaking and large drops of sweat made his big body look like a balloon. His pecs started swelling. Brian screamed when they reached the size of beach balls. His skin was painfully stretched now. His nipples pressed outwards, looking they’re ready to burst out of his chest. Brian had to lay down to compensate the weight of those inflated pieces of meat. Uncomfortably he was trying to balance his growing body, so he wouldn’t fell of the couch, but with his back, growing thicker and thicker it became very difficult. His shoulders grew as wide as the couch itself and his arms, pumped by the blood from veins as thick as pencils blew up to the size of bowling balls. His ass became rounder and bigger than the biggest beach ball filled the couch and made it hard to sit easy. David saw how the growth stopped. It looked like Brian wasn’t able to get out of the couch. How big would he be? ‘Hey Brian, got to big?’ David shouted from outside, teasing the big boy. ‘In my opinion, of course, there ain’t no such thing as to big. Unfortunately, not everyone shares that opinion.’ David laughed. He walked through the open backdoor. ‘Wow, you’re way to big man!’ David said when closed in on the black guy. Slowly Brian turned his head a little, his traps where too big to turn his head all the way. ‘You f***cking asshole,’ Brian shouted. With shocks he tried to hop of the couch, as he couldn’t bend his legs anymore. The couch creaked under his weight. David smiled of excitement, seeing that big guy having so much difficulties getting out of a couch. After a while, Brian managed to get himself up. Slowly, with heavy steps, he waddled to David, flexing every muscle in his body with each step, to keep his balance. Of course, David was way faster. He planned to stay in the living, in case another growth spurt will take place, though he did not expect that seen the size of Brian. David looked at Brian, still attempting to catch him. The massive pecs bounced wildly, bringing the boy out of balance so he had to take a break after every step. His huge arms swung mighty, resting on his lats, growing to the back, the side and to the front, pressing his arms into an almost horizontal position. His abs where so big now, it was impossible for Brian to bend forward and his legs where twice as big as an average men’s waist. But then it began again. The pain in his stomach, only he couldn’t grab it anymore. The shaking of his body, which looked pretty frightening, with all those slabs of muscle. Hasty he waddled back to the couch and started growing again. He was screaming like hell. David had never heard someone screaming that loud. What if the neighbors hear it. They’ll rang and find out what is happening here. Or maybe they’re not at home. He stared back at Brian. He looked incredibly bloated now. His body all wet, his skin stretching like a balloon with to much air. ‘Is ok? Haven’t I gone to far?’ David questioned himself. ‘What if this turns out wrong?’ He looked at Brian again and saw how his big lips disappeared behind the monstrous pecs. More veins appeared, containing blood which forced the muscles to grow beyond all limits. Brian screamed again. The couch bend under his weight. ‘I...I can’t.....breath! To...big, to...heavy.’ His back grew so thick he was almost pushed from the couch. The shoulders where so wide, it was impossible to leave the house without breaking a wall. His biceps were twice as big as his head and the triceps even bigger. The size of his legs and calves made it impossible to walk. David heard something cracking. In the first place he looked at the couch, but as a wonder it seems to hold Bryan’s weight. ‘Ahhh...help...me!’ Brian shouted. David became frightened when he realized the cracking sound where Brian’s bones, crushed by the size of the huge muscles, which were fighting for space to grow even more. With a burp, the growth stopped. ‘I...I can’t...breath. Help me man!’ The only thing the giant could move now where his feet and his hands. He had become immobile, sitting there at the couch as an enormous, heavy balloon. The skin was so stretched, David didn’t dare to touch him. But he wanted it so badly. This was the body he has always dreamt of. ‘In the...bath...room are...some tubes...of...cream.’ Brian said, taking deep breaths. ‘Get...those for...me...please. Put the cream...on...my body...man. Maybe...they’ll make...my skin more ela....stick.’ David ran to the bathroom and got the tubes Brian asked for. Rapidly he emptied all the tubes on the black body and rubbed it on Brian’s skin. ‘You know,’ David said ‘maybe you don’t want to hear this but I get really turned on doing this.’ ‘I can’t... hit you any...more, so you can...say what...you want now.’ David smiled. ‘I feel an...other spurt coming...up,’ Brian said. ‘Another one!’ was David’s shocked reaction. ‘But that’s impossible!’ ‘Make...some...room...for...me!’ The massive body was shaking in all directions while the muscles grew again. David quickly took a few steps backwards. He stumbled over the chair he sat on earlier this night en fell on the floor. He hurt his ankle painfully en saw Brian ballooning up even more from the ground. The bench broke under the enormous weight, and with a loud bang also Brian fell on the ground. His calves where so fat that is feet rose about a meter from the floor. David heard the irritating, cracking sound again. ‘My...bones...are...getting...crushed!,’ Brian screamed. ‘I am...gonna...blow!’ David closed his eyes. ‘Is this the end? Have I actually killed someone?’ Suddenly it became silent in the room. David opened his eyes again. There was no boom or splash as he expected. A bit of blood was dropping down his left leg. Slowly because of his hurt ankle, David walked around the big body, looking for a head. He found it between two large boulder like shoulders, almost hidden under two incredibly inflated pecs. ‘Are...are you ok?’ David asked softly. A burp. ‘Yeah, I...think...so,’ Brian answered. ‘Man...I’m...huge. What...do...I’ve...to...do...now?’ ‘I can take care of you, if you still want me that is.’ David said hopefully. Brian laughed softly. ‘You...can...help...me...till...I...can...move...a gain.’ ‘I really like you’ ‘Yeah, I...know that...by now. Let...me sleep…now. I’m...tired and when...another growth...spurt hits...me I...don’t...wanna feel...it.’ The next day Brian woke up late in the evening. David had bought him lots of food and took care of him very well. ‘Oh man,’ Brian said during dinner. ‘That was a fantastic ride yesterday, when will we do it again?’ David stared at Brian in shock. ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I certainly am my little pill man.’ Both started laughing. ‘Come here sweet. I wish I could kiss you with my lips, but as you can see there’s a little too much chest in front of it.’ David kissed the wide, black chest. ‘Don’t touch my nipples man. They really are over sensitive. I’m sure my pecs will blow out if I flex them now.’ David kissed him on his forehead. ‘When you’ll give me another one of your pills?’ Brian asked. ‘I can’t. I don’t have any I mean, and the site I bought them from is gone.’ ‘Hmmm...’ disappointed Brian turned his head from the food.’ After a few weeks, Brian and his skin got used to all the muscle, so he could move bit by bit. The first day he stood in front of a mirror the dark boy was shocked. His body was too big to walk through doorways, so David had placed his bed in the living, together with a computer and a bookcase. Brian preferred to sleep on the floor, as his back was thick enough to cover him from the cold. From behind the computer David looked at his lover. He was sleeping now. David smiled while he listened to the snoring sounds and was surprised when a ping got his attention. He stared at his computer, which had opened a pop up screen; an advertisement for a little, purple pill...

Plotline: After centuries of living in isolation, Zeus decides to return to earth and have some fun as a human. The following is a work of fiction, this story does not make attempts to presume religious practices, faiths nor retell any historical events with accuracy. I I sit in my small throne room, levitating high above Olympus where I was forced to relocate after the explosion of Vesuvius so many earth cycles—well, years ago. For centuries I have remained here, a prisoner of my own mistakes, I assume, watching as my creations have evolved beyond me and my fellow gods. The years of warring and brute control of our human creations resulted in a devastating loss. With many of the Titans destroyed due to their own brutality and selfishness, I no longer have the influence over my people as I once did. I should have had the foresight to understand that humans would move beyond their faith in me; after all, there are plenty of other deities both evil and good for humans to invest their lives in, and they do have free will. As humans have stopped believing in my existence, my powers have also diminished. I'm sure other Titans exist elsewhere, perhaps in far off places and times, but in any case I am comfortable where I am. I have actually found it amusing to watch the human civilization evolve and grow over the centuries, they have discovered so much about how I and my fellow Titans created them and their environment. As I walk to my reflecting pool, I realize that it has been nearly 2000 years since I was exiled from the Roman existence. Jupiter, as I was called then, was their leader, their source of power, their ability to conquer and discover and rule and love, lust. As an immortal and a deity I do realize that time bends to my will, but I have enjoyed my current role as a hands off god, living in solitude high above Olympus. I perform nearly the same ritual each day that I have since I settled here, and though I am not dissatisfied with my immortality or my power, these last few years I have become bored and restless. I look down at my reflection in the pool, the cool water shining an emerald glow of myself back into my eyes. I wear the same white toga I have always worn, prestine in its own immortality. I appear to the be same age as I always have, my bright blue eyes reflected against my blonde, curly beard and a thick, flowing blonde mane wrapping down my head and behind my neck. Not bad for a human, typical for a god, though. I smirk at myself, we Titans sure did have fun in our day. We languished in our fluid sexuality, our carelessness and candor with each fellow god as well as humans. Even in our selfish and turse natures, I had no regrets for what I did. Hyperion and I would often go to Earth, visiting in human form. We could take our picks of the strongest and worthiest humans to bond with, gracing them with our godly sex. Theia would challenge us to plant our seed into as many humans in one night as we could, I usually won because I could coerce multiple men and women to come to bed with me at the same time, Hyperion preferred one partner at a time. Pulling the strap from my toga, I undressed and dropped my garment. I put my hand against my chest and feel my blonde hair gracing over my sturdy and flattened pecs, leading a treasure trail across my six-pack abs and down to my thickly hairy pubic region. I miss my sexual encounters, my tool misses it too. Years of masturbation on my own have caused me to grow longing and restless. I flex my quads and see my hair raise over my sinew. We gods always enjoyed our nude rituals, and my daily swim in my lake remains one of my favorite activities. I take a perfect dive into the water and stroke back and forth across the lake, feeling the cool water rush over my naked body. I couldn't help but ask myself what it would be like should I return to earth today. Humans with their computers and vehicles, their vast languages, cultures and technology. Only few rituals remain from my time as a ruler, how I would love to participate once more in the activity of human life. Of course there really was nothing to stop me. As a controller of energy and electricity I could easily and quietly work my way back into the plane of earthly existence. But what would I do? The political factions and cultural phenomenons are so different now. Does it even matter? Of course not, for I am a god, and I can integrate myself back to visit the earthly existence once again. A smile grew on my face and I stopped my stroke. Floating in the water I decided right then to spend at least a few days on earth. I levitated out of my pool and toward my observatory. Up until now I simply used it to monitor human activity, but today I will use it to find a location and a group of humans to integrate myself with. I dried my body and stood before my observatory windows, watching the present time in every place on the plane. I wanted to be young, athletic and with a group that had fluid and constant access to each other. A university setting, of course! But where? Humans today seemed to enjoy fame, particularly with athletes, I should be in a university setting where a particular sporting match is popular and well-respected. My people had always reveled in the sport my fellow Titans created: wrestling. I should be a wrestler, of course. I had never visited the Americas before now, and I wanted to try a new location. I found a university with wrestling as a primary, popular sport near the east coast of the Americas and set my sights there. I could locate there in human form, but that would be difficult to integrate myself. Instead, I could share my powers and possess a male athlete already integrated, it would be perfect opportunity for me to have some fun, for the man would have already established any social necessities. I turned my focus to the athletic center of the university, where around 12 men were scrimmaging each other during their daily practices. I had not possessed a human in centuries, it would be best to take one of them while he was alone. One man stood out to me, someone of Greek heritage, a man named Lukas, someone who had a long string of Greek heritage. He was not the strongest of the sport, but he was on the team and had a fair set of friends. He also seemed to be a bit of a loner, not terribly social but people did recognize him. Perhaps I could help him establish himself as a true Power Player of the wrestling team. Yes, that would be my way of thinking him for lending me his body for a short while. I informed my demi god servants of my temporary absence and prepared myself for my journey. I could teleport myself into the human plane of existence, but I would need to be creative to possess this human and take on his form. I quickly moved to my chamber that bridged the plane of earth and set my course for the Americas. I stretched my body and prepared itself for metamorphosis, I would need to take on my form of pure energy to most effectively gain control of Lukas, it would be quick and painless for him. Actually, it would be quite pleasurable, any human gaining the awesome powers of a god would enjoy it. I smirked as my chamber began channeling the energy of my body out and toward the earth, perhaps the centuries in solitude has made me softer to the human condition. In the past I cared not for human feelings and sympathy, I simply ruled with my intent. But today I plan to take this human with care and compassion. I looked once more at my raw, nude body as my sculpted, muscular form broke apart and into waves of blue energy. I smiled as my body morphed apart, skin and muscle splitting into a blue blur of energy. “Take me to the Americas!” I ordered as the room rocketed my energetic form downward into the plane of human existence. II I wrapped myself into the energy cables that seemed to cloak every part of human life and traveled in them toward the university, into the athletic center and into the light fixtures above the gym. 8 mats lay evenly spaced apart as young, strapping collegiate athletes pushed their own bodies and that of their foes to their fullest athletic ability. These men held the same passion for sport, for respect of the male form, and for athletic camaraderie that the humans I ruled over used to have. These were men who respected and were proud of their bodies, they were the perfect vessels for me. Lukas was out of breath, his muscles ached, but he was able to pin his opponent Victor against his own odds. He was able to exhaust Victor as he slammed him in a last pin, claiming victory for himself. “Damn dude!” Victor said, out of breath, “you've been training hard, man, you got the strength! Can't wait for our competition tomorrow, I think you're going to rock it!” Lukas also out of breath answered, “thanks Vic, that was fun man.” Victor laughed, “hey dude! I know you're not in a frat or nuthin but we gotta party going on at the house tonight. You should stop by. I know you haven't been yourself since Mercedes broke up with you. We're gonna have the girls over tonight, might be nice to get laid before the big meet tomorrow, ya know?” he added with a toothy grin. Lukas shrugged him off, “yeah we'll see man, I'm tryin to get over her ya know?” Coach called Lukas before he could finish a conversation. “Lukas, I need you to condition your quads before heading back to the locker room. Rest of you men, run 3 miles then hit the showers!” Vic gave Lukas a slap on his ass as the other guys headed toward the track. With Lukas alone I should be able to take his form with ease. I traveled through the walls and electrical structure following the young man to the weight room where he hooked up a quad machine and started pumping his legs. He wasn't as big as Victor or the other wrestlers, but he had his own stature, and as I watched him pump the machine in his singlet I was reminded of the warriors I used to train. Lukas had dark, short hair and thick tuft of arm hair underneath his pits. He would have had hair on his chest and legs too but he shaved it. The guy was a jock in every sense of the word, but he was not the arrogant, stereotypical showoff I was used to seeing in other men. Lukas grunted with each pump of the machine, I could read into his head he was considering going to the frat party, he wanted to be social, but he also took his sport seriously. The thought of being with a girl was arousing him, and he started having memories of his sexual escapades with his former girlfriends. His dick started rustling under his jockstrap and he felt it best to hold off on his fantasies until later. Lukas stretched himself in the weight room and looked at himself in the mirror. He was the only one in the room, and he started flexing to see his physique. He smirked as he moved his forearms up and down, looking at the tension in his arms, his sweat shining on his skin, his sinew bulking up and down tightly against him. Lukas turned to see if anyone was around, deciding to get creative. He took his left arm and pulled down his right tank, sliding his arm from underneath it before doing the same with the left. His sweat stuck his skin close to his singlet but he was able to roll it down across his pecs and down to his abdomen, exposing his thinly defined six pack and a shaven, shaped treasure trail below his belly button. He crunched his abs and examined his back, flexing his shoulders to see how much muscle he had gained. “Not bad,” he told himself. I respected this young man, he was proud of his body. I realized now was just a good a time as any to merge with him. I just needed him to touch something that could let me connect with him. I flickered the lights in the weight room to get his attention then cut the power off of the lights. “Shit,” he said, “did the power go out?” I turned on the emergency light right above the light switch. If he were to touch it, I could reach out and into him. Lukas looked at the switch, contemplating to turn it. “Yes, Lukas, touch it!” I whispered into his subconscious. He walked toward the switch and I began anticipating the ritual I had not done performed in centuries. I could feel a flutter of excitement wrack through my form. “This is it,” I told myself. Sweat dripping off of Lukas, his exposed upper body walking toward me, I beckoned for him to reach out. As soon as his finger hit the switch I moved beyond the wall and touched his finger, a blue spark of electricity gracing the human. “Mmm,” I told myself as a wave of orgasmic pleasure hit me. I sorely missed this. I branched out of the wall and covered his hand as Lukas's eyes opened wide. “Holy shit!” he shouted, “What is the fuck is happening!?” Forcing myself onto his arm I started to move up his body, covering him in my electric power. The young man's body felt shapely and well-defined. He wasn't a muscular behemoth but that wouldn't be a problem, I could certainly help him with that. I wrapped around his neck and onto his head before covering myself over his pecs and abs, wrapping over his singlet and down his legs and feet. Feeling the entire body was nearly orgasmic, but I had to integrate with him. “Oh! Wow!” he said, feeling new surges of energy on his skin, “Oh fuck what is this?!” I lifted the human off the ground as he twitched his body in pleasure, Lukas's breathing started accelerating as my energy diffused around him faster and faster like a tornado picking up a toy. I dug underneath the signlet and toward the man's loins, ripping the fabric and causing it to fall to the ground. “Uhh!” Lukas shouted, he was starting to enjoy this and didn't mind exposing his whole body to my power. I graced his exposed ass within his jockstrap as it began to fray from the violent power surrounding him, but I needed the man truly naked to take his form. Picking up speed, I dug into his strap and ripped it off, let his large package hang free, whipped around my cyclical power. “Rarr!” Lukas shouted as he tensed his muscles and flexed his arms. I felt his dick and wrapped between his legs and up his ass crack. This human was in great form, but I was going to improve him. Pushing my energy, I dug immediately into his body, thrusting myself through his pores into his nervous system. I moved into his form, flowing into his body gaining control of his muscles, thoughts and consciousness. “Umm, moree!” he shouted as he felt me enter his mind, “YES! OH FUCK, A GOD YES I WANT MORE!” he shouted again, lost in his own wrath of pure power pleasure as his brain wrecked with my own consciousness. I pushed my power into Lukas, starting at his arms, buldging his forearms with power as veins snaked down them, regrowing his dark hair thickening on his skin. His sinew wrapped up his arm and into his shoulders as his pecs swelled and bulged with power, his skin tone darkening to a warrior-like golden hue. My powers then dug into his abs, expanding his flattening pecs engrooving his abdomen into a tight, well defined eight pack. Lukas rubbed his bulging hands across them as his midsection widened and shoulder broadened, expanding his upper body. “Oh fuck yeah!” he shouted through the wave of power surrounding him. Our minds met. "OHHHH God! Yes! YES, it's ARGH, Zeus! Fuck yeah! The powers of Zeus!" Lukas shouted as his breathing increased, his body taking in my powers. Lukas stretched his levitating body, lurching taller, his growth giving him inches in height. His arms stretched downward as he watched his body swell and grow like never before, thickening as his chest and lats continued to heave with every deep intensely pleasurable gasp of breath. Lukas looked between his legs as they began to pump and grow outward, football-sized quads hardening between his dick and balls as his shins tightened with muscle and feet grew outward. His formerly shaven legs began pushing his dark hair out with aggression, covering his legs and reaching up toward his now shaking cock and balls. His adonis belt tightened, creating a deep arrow directly toward his package, chiseling out this warrior form. His cock pushed out with power as it moved to the right and thickened with increasing girth. His balls began dropping lower from the verility of godly seed I was feeding into him. I entered my consciousness into his as I began to feel the human's body, his mind, his alignment with my all powerful abilities. “RARRR!” I shouted as I blinked his eyes and flexed his muscles. I had forgotten just how good it felt to be human! “OH YEAH!” I shouted again, lowering myself to the floor as I ran my hands across my new naked and bulked body. “Umm, yes,” I said again, “this feels fuckin good! Why didn't I do this sooner!” I looked at the mirror and began posing every possible muscular show off I could, stretching my back, wrapping my arms around me, crunching my abs and quads. I ran my hands down to my package and felt my dick and balls, remembering how good the sex organ felt. I shut my eyes as I touched my uncircumcised head, “I forgot some humans do this now, feels good,” I said. I crunched my butt and gave it a solid slap before turning around. This was going to be a fun week. III I picked up Lukas's tattered clothing and began walking toward the locker room when I could sense a human working his way toward me. “It's Freddy, another wrestler, a freshmen,” I told myself, sensing who it was. He was going to catch me nude and truly ripped. I could turn invisible. Or I could have a human to have a little fun with. Freddy approached the bottom of the stairs and saw me fully naked and ripped my arms crossed, in a pose to wait for him. He considered turning around but couldn't help but stare at me. “Uhh, Lukas? Is that you?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, man! I've been pumping up my body where you've been?” I answered. “Uhh, I just needed to lift some before tomorrow's meet. Coach said I gotta bulk up.” “Yeah you do,” I answered, a smirk on my face. “What happened to you?” Freddy answered, walking slowly, his guard somewhat down, now. “You're fuckin ripped, what did you do to yourself?” I didn't know how to answer that so I just said, “hard work, my friend! I was posing after I finished pumping the weights and my singlet ripped. Hope you don't mind I'm naked.” Freddy looked me over once again and gulped. If he wouldn't have known me he would have been intimidated, but he also couldn't look away, I was lusting him in ways he had never felt before. I smirked again, “hey man, I'll help you condition for tomorrow, hop on the press,” I said, pointing toward the bench. “I'll spot.” Freddy was in a t-shirt and shorts with a jockstrap on underneath. He wanted to look like me, he wanted to be me, he wanted to anything he could to get like me. So he excitedly agreed and hit the bench. I spotted him for a few rounds of pumping, Freddy driven to try harder and harder as he looked at my naked form. “How did you get like that?” He asked. “Can I have some of that, even 10% of your power,” he said. “Let's train,” I answered, “I'll show you some moves on the mat and maybe you can gain some of this physique.” I wanted an opportunity to share with him some of my strength, and this was the perfect way to get me laid and to get him some of my power. Freddy walked out toward the mat and positioned himself, but I crossed my arms and stared. He looked up at me. “What?” he asked. “Am I doing something wrong?” “You wanna be a greek warrior, right?” I answered, pointing to my body. “Get naked we're wrestling like real men did in the days of the true warriors!” Freddy's mouth dropped but his lust for me took over. He had only ever been naked before in the locker room, never actually on a mat. But he realized that he allowed his buddy Lukas to remain naked during his conditioning in the weight roomnow, why not get naked too? He let Lukas stay naked because he liked it, and with Lukas's suggestion he was starting to like the idea of being naked himself. He shrugged off his t-shirt exposing his sweaty arms and glistening chest. He kicked off his tennis shoes and slid his sweaty socks off of his brown, hairy legs. The guy was short but had muscular physique. He wasn't afraid to show himself and he wanted to further condition too. “Well, you went all out,” Freddy said, “I guess I should too.” Freddy dropped his gym shorts before stretching his jockstrap out and pushing it to the floor, stepping out in his own naked form. He fluffed his dick and clapped his hands. “We're true warriors, huh?” he asked. “Let's fuckin wrestle then!” We both took a starting pose and ran into each other, using our energy to try to pin the other. I could have easily taken him down but wanted the guy to enjoy this moment. We knocked our naked bodies together, grabbing each other in the back and on the ass to pin each other down. I let Freddy flip me over as he landed on my back. As he did I felt his full erection against my lower back, pulsing with each fast heart beat against me, booming over and over in rapid succession. I smiled, this human was enjoying this body as much as I was. I flipped him back over and kneel above him as he looked at me wide-eyed. “You have a big boner there, Fred,” I said, nodding down to his dick. “Look at you, Lukas!” He shouted between breaths, “how could I not with a body like that?” “You want some of this?” I asked with a smile. “Fuck yeah! But how?” Freddy answered. I gave my dick a couple of tugs and let it grow out, its girth gaining bloodflow and thickening as it went horizontal and began pointing high toward the ceiling. I wrapped my arms around him and picked him up like a ragdoll, the man going limp with confusion and letting me take over his body at my will. I pushed him against the wall and sat my erected dick against his back, feeling his hairy butt and reaching around to his dick. “This is going to give you the body you want,” I whispered as I entered into him, Freddy grunting with pleasure as my ever-powerful dick melded into his form. I could feel my powers brewing within my body, preparing itself to transform Freddy into a mortal but muscle behemoth. “Yes, Zeus, give it to me!” Freddy said, connecting with my mind, “I want your powers!” I rocked my hips as I felt a mortal orgasm build within me. I had forgotten how good it truly felt. I ordered my immortal seed to deposit muscular growth into Freddy and I shot load after load into him, hearing him gasp with pleasure as he felt my power building inside of him. “Oh fuck! YEAH! YEEEAAAHHHH HAHAHAH!” he started shouting as his voice moved into lower octaves. “The POWER!” Freddy started twisted as his body exploded with muscle, shoving his ass free of my dick. His sinew running from his bulking and square ass down his quads and up to his abs, back, pecs and shoulders. He stretched his arms and saw them bulk thicker and thicker as his neck widened and hair grew over his chest, down to his ass and between his legs. Freddy grabbed his package as he felt his penis explode with pleasure, growing downward as his scrotum accommodated for the weight in his growing testicles. “Mmmm,” he said, reality sinking back into him as he looked around. “Lukas, Zeus, whoever you are, thank you,” he said. He grabbed me and took his dick, pushing it against my legs. “I'm fuckin behemoth, now! How long...” he asked. “I will return to my plane on Olympus in 3 days, you will return to your former self at that time,” I answered, “you will not remember this physique and this event with much detail, you understand why.” Freddy didn't seem to mind, “gotta have some fun for the next few days, then!” he said. “Where are you going now? What are you doing tonight?” His energy was surging with excitement. “Off to the locker room now, my friend!” I shouted, “most of our team is still in the showers. I think there's some more worthy men I would like to share this with.” “You're the boss,” Freddy said, “lead the way!”

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Es mi primera historia y la escribo en español porque he visto a varios posteando directamente en este idioma. Acepto todas las sugerencias y espero que la disfruten. ---- 1. Apenas comenzaba a entrar el sol por la ventana y ya se sentía una gran sensación de calor en el aula. El profesor estaba demasiado ocupado llenando algunos papeles para ponernos atención y todo el salón se aprovechaba de ello. No era como que aun hubiera muchos temas qué estudiar, era el último jueves del semestre, al otro día iríamos una vez más a clases y luego tendríamos todo el verano libre. Las vacaciones se sentían ya en el ambiente, el calor que comenzaba a sentirse era para muchos de mis compañeros la promesa de largos días de playa, fiestas todas las noches, viajes a lugares lejanos... Pero para mí no significaba eso. No iba a extrañar esta aula, pero este verano seguro implicaría lo que todos los demás: regresar a casa y aburrirme día tras día. Aun así era mejor que pasar cinco días a la semana en ese colegio horrible. Me concentré en mi cuaderno para intentar matar el tiempo, se me daba bien el dibujo y aunque ya no había mucho espacio en las muy usadas hojas, encontré un rincón en blanco para hacer garabatos cualquiera. Ese día iba a ser uno largo. Cuando por fin me absorbió el trazo que hacía, sentí algo que chocó en mi nuca. Luego otro choque más fuerte en una oreja y finalmente algo me golpeó la mejilla. Volteé y vi que Tony e Isidro reían como idiotas. Vi que era una bola de papel muy húmeda, seguramente sería saliva o algo peor. Pensé en decirles algo, pero antes de poder pensar en nada una bola más grande me dio en la frente con tal fuerza que se quedó pegada ahí, me di la vuelta y me la quité con asco. Si había dos personas a las que no iba a extrañar ese verano esos eran ellos dos. Ambos estaban en el equipo de futbol americano del colegio, donde eran las totales estrellas. Tony medía 1.85, era el más alto de la clase y era enorme en todo aspecto. Tenía brazos gruesos y musculosos, piernas muy desarrolladas, y un pecho ancho y fuerte que su camiseta apenas podía contener, gustaba de usarlas de al menos una talla más chica de la que realmente era, por lo que cualquiera podía apreciar también la definición de su cuerpo y unos abdominales perfectos. Era rubio de ojos verdes y una voz gruesa. Todas las chicas estaban enamoradas de él y todos sabían que había tenido sexo con la mayoría. Los maestros lo respetaban mucho pues además de ser hijo de un prominente empresario local que donaba mucho dinero a la escuela, sus logros deportivos hacían que esta sobresaliera entre las demás. Se decía que solo había un mejor jugador que él en la liga intercolegial: Isidro. Aunque Isidro no era tan alto como Tony, sí lo superaba en peso y músculos. Sus brazos eran más grandes que los de muchos pesistas, sus piernas eran como gruesos troncos y su cuello era muy ancho. No tenía la magnífica definición de su amigo, pero irradiaba una sensación de fuerza y virilidad que hacía que muchas chicas se entregaran a él. Ese día llevaba una camiseta sin mangas que dejaba ver el volumen de sus brazos cubiertos de vello. Yo no podía hacer nada contra esos dos. Decidí volver a mi cuaderno mientras seguía sintiendo cada tanto las bolas llenas de saliva que me aventaban. También escuchaba cada vez más fuertes las risas de otros compañeros que empezaban a sumarse a ellos dos. En cierta forma estaba acostumbrado a eso. Me transfirieron a esta escuela por mi buen promedio, pero nunca pude hacer amigos y las pocas personas con las que pude hablar los primeros días se alejaron pronto cuando Tony e Isidro me descubrieron y decidieron hacerme su blanco. Lo de hoy era bastante tolerable en comparación a los empujones, motes, golpes, robos y otras humillaciones que practicaban con entusiasmo. Era difícil ignorarlos, pero no podía hacer mucho. Si los reportaba la escuela se pondría de su lado en un parpadeo; y mis compañeros los preferían a ellos antes que a mí, no tenían ninguna razón para apoyarme. Decidí continuar dibujando para que el tiempo pasara más rápido. Necesitaba darle color al bosquejo que estaba haciendo, pero cuando abrí la mochila para sacar un plumón supe que algo estaba mal. Un fuerte olor penetró en mi nariz y comenzó a expandirse por toda el aula. -¡Qué asco, qué olor a mierda!- dijo Gabriel, el chico que se sentaba en el banco al lado mio. -¿Qué pasa?, no debes hablar así en el aula- alcancé a escuchar al profesor, rapidamente opacado por el movimiento de bancos y de gente levantándose. -¡Paco se acaba de cagar encima!- gritó Isidro. -¡Claro que no!- dije, pero era demasiado tarde, todos comenzaban a repetirlo y a mirarme con asco. El olor era inconfundible, yo intentaba decir que venía de mi mochila, pero no había caso. -¡Miren, tiene una mancha atrás del pantalón!- gritó Paty, una chica que no me había molestado nunca, pero que ahora me parecía la persona más desagradable del mundo. -¡Paco, sal del salón ahora mismo y ve al baño!- ordenó el profesor. Tony e Isidro reían a carcajadas, mientras yo sentía como se me llenaban los ojos de lágrimas. Toda el aula me miraba, mientras yo intentaba explicarme, pero cada vez más alguno volvía a pedir que saliera de ahí y fuera a limpiarme. Derrotado, salí sin mirar a nadie y sin decir nada. -- Una hora más tarde llegaba a mi habitación destrozado. En el baño había encontrado los restos de una bomba de olor en mi mochila, intenté explicarlo al director, pero no me escuchó. Se limitó a mandarme a casa y a recomendarme que fuera al médico para tratar cualquier problema estomacal. Sentía mi cabeza caliente y los puños temblorosos al tirarme en mi cama. Había tirado la mochila a la basura antes de entrar al edificio, era irrecuperable todo lo que tenía dentro. No podía ser que esos dos siempre se salieran con la suya. Sabía que si fuera como ellos no se atreverían a hacerme nada. Era intolerable. Me miré al espejo y quise apartar rápidamente la mirada: mis brazos eran delgados, en mi estómago se veía una pequeña panza bofa que colgaba, mi escaso 1.55 de altura se veía aun más pequeño por mis piernas ridículas y mi piel lechosa. Tenía 17 años, pero parecía un chiquillo de 12. Lo cierto es que desde esa edad había dejado de crecer y aunque me apunté a basquetball, intenté hacer pesas, correr y nadar, nada funcionó, nunca pude subir un gramo más de mis 45 kilos ni crecer un milímetro más. Odiaba no poder defenderme, cansarme por cargar mi mochila, no poder abrir frascos o llegar exhausto a casa con solo llevar la bolsa del supermercado. Decidí no ir a la escuela el último día de clases. En lo que a mí concernía el verano se había adelantado un día y no había forma de que me hicieran volver a ver a Tony e Isidro de nuevo, al menos los privaría de molestarme un día... probablemente ni lo notarían. Lo que no sabía yo es que ese viernes pasaría algo increible y que antes de que terminara el verano estaría terriblemente impaciente de volver a ver a esos dos otra vez. Aunque una cosa a la vez, aun quedaban dos meses para ello.

Blue Pill Part 12 Chris stared up in awe at the mammoth his was now impaled on. Never in a million years would Chris imagine the scene that he was living in right now. As Derek continued sliding his dick in and out of Chris’s ever tightening hole, Chris began to take inventory of his own body. “Oh my god, I’ve gotten so small!” Chris let his hands roam all over his body feeling his diminished abs and his now smaller arms. He finally got to his pecs and felt the deflated right pec, however his left pec was still engorged and pulsing with muscle power. “Derek! Please, you have to stop! I can’t get any smaller. I need to find a way to gain all my muscle back.” Chris said with a panicked look in his eye. Derek continued pumping his dick in and out of Chris as Chris tried pushing Derek back. It was no us, Derek’s adamantine ass was too powerful for Chris to stop the pumping motion. “I will Stop little Chrissie, as soon as I drain that last pec of all that delicious muscle milk.” Derek grinned as he reached towards Chris’s left pec, grabbing the swollen melon in his hand. “Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCK” Chris moaned out loud. “Derek please, you can’t do this. I worked hard for my muscles. I promise, if you let me go now I will show you where my secret stash is! Just let me go!” “Oh I already found your secret stash, why do you think I’ve gained all this muscle. However, when Luke had me take the white striped pill it didn’t drain my muscles. What did you do differently?” Chris’s eyes went wide with the realization of what the black pill does. “Oh my god, the black pill causes you to lose muscle mass!” “The black pill?” Derek looked at Chris slightly confused. “Tell me where this black pill is and I might let you go.” Derek teased as he began to lick Chris’s nipple. Chris began moaning again at the new sensation on his extremely sensitive nipple. “Ohhhhh…ok, but only if you promise to give me my muscle back.” Derek stood there staring at Chris for a moment. “Deal, now where are they?” Derek began backing up, pulling his long dick out of Chris. Chris, feeling ecstasy and relief at the same time as Derek pulled his dick out, thought maybe Derek wasn’t so bad after all. “Upstairs in my bedroom, in my desk drawer.” Derek leaned in to Chris and passionately kissed him on the lips, sliding his left hand behind Chris’s lower back and his right hand behind his neck, Derek began lifting Chris off the bench. As he did so, Chris began to slowly slight back down Derek’s mammoth pole. “What..what are you doing?” Chris said in a half moan half shocked sound. “I’m taking you with of course. I would hate for you to be lying to me and then make off with the bottle yourself.” Derek grinned maliciously as Chris’s ass finally touched Derek’s pelvis. Chris felt so full with all of Derek inside him, but he knew that 6 of those 19 inches were rightfully his and he would soon have them back. Derek began walking with his dick inside Chris, lifting his ass up a little and then dropping it back down on his dick. “So you only took the black pill?” Derek asked Chris as Chris’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “FUCK!” Chris yelled out as he blew another load all over Derek’s abs. “No…I took two blue pills… with a black pill…” Chris stammered between bated breaths. Derek had heard all that he needed to. He began kissing the base of Chris’s neck and working his way down as they rounded the corner in the hallway. Derek latched onto Chris’s pec as he began to ascend the stairs. His thick muscular legs bulging with power as he continued to lift Chris up and down on his pulsing rod as he pulled hard at the milk in Chris’s left pec. Chris couldn’t even process what was going on, “what… are… you… doing?” Chris’s eyes were rolling back into his head as Derek reached up to Chris’s pec with his right hand, while still supporting Chris’s ass with his left, he began to squeeze the pec, forcing the milk out even faster. Derek could feel the climb up the stairs getting easier and easier as his legs grew more massive from the flow of muscle milk. His arms began to bulge larger as it made holding Chris up easier and his pecs began to push Chris further away from him as he continued to fuck him and suck out the remaining muscle milk. Chris looked over Derek’s bulging boulder shoulder and noticed a sweater lying on the ground and two pill bottles sprawled across the floor. “Here, take these. You’ll need them to get bigger” Derek said as he handed Chris two of the plain blue pills. Derek leaned back in, pulling the last of the muscle milk from Chris as Chris greedily took the two blue pills. Once in Chris’s room, Derek finally began to lift Chris off his gigantic pole. Chris could almost touch the 8ft ceiling when he heard a loud *pop*, as the head of Derek’s dick popped out of Chris’s hole, releasing a flood of cum all over his bedroom floor. A loud wet smack was heard as Derek’s glistening dick head smacked into the cleft between his pecs. Chris felt weak when Derek finally lowered him to his feet. Like all the strength had left his body. “Alright, let’s get you bigger. Where are these black pills?” Derek asked as he began opening drawers on Chris’s desk. “I was afraid you wouldn’t stick to your promise, so I lied about where they were, but since you were honest I will tell you. They’re on top of my medicine cabinet, but I don’t think I can reach them at my current height.” Chris said as he stood on his tiptoes trying to reach the bottle of pills on top of the cabinet. “Here, let me help you with that.” Derek reached forward and grabbed the bottle with no struggle thanks to his new height. Derek quickly unscrewed the cap and looked inside. He shook the bottle, dropping a single black pill into his hand. “All I have to do is take this along with two blue pills and you will drain your muscles back?” “I believe so, that’s what I did before you came over.” Chris said looking hopeful as he saw two blue pills appear between Derek’s fingers. “Well here goes nothing.” Derek threw back the two blue pills and swallowed. He stared at the black pill for just a moment and then popped it into his mouth as well. “Before we do this, do you mind if I take a piss real quick?” “Not at all.” Chris said, all too anxious to gain his muscles back. He backed out of the bathroom and sat on his bed waiting for Derek to finish pissing so he could grow into the massive beast he was before. Derek shut the door as a huge grin spread across his face. He spit the black pill back out into his hand where it joined a blue pill with a white stripe. “He has more muscle to spare, plus he’ll gain it back really quick. There’s no way I’m giving up this body.” Derek whispered to himself as he looked up into the mirror. He brought one of his biceps up into a flex and he could touch the peak with his hand it was so big. Derek then brought his arm down and did a most muscular pose showing off his massive upper body. He began popping his pec muscles up and down. Watching the hefty meat pillows bounce. He reached up with his right hand and tweaked his nipple. He began to moan as pre-cum began flowing from his dick head between his pecs. *KNOCK KNOCK* “Is everything ok in there?” Chris said from the other side of the door. “Yeah, sorry. Just got a little excited in here is all. Almost done” Derek looked at the two pills in his hand, trying to figure out how he was going to get Chris to take them. He didn’t want to force him. As Derek continued to wrack his brain trying to think of a solution, his throbbing dick head continued to pulse out pre cum, throbbing and smacking him between the pecs. It was then that Derek realized the solution was right in front of him this whole time. Derek took the black pill and rubbed it along his dick head, getting it slick from all the pre. He then began to slide it into his dick hole. He pushed his pinkie in after it making sure it was down in there far enough. He then did the same thing with the white striped pill. Moaning the whole time he did it, the last knuckle of his pinkie finally pushing in through his piss slit. Derek pulled his pinkie out and turned to open the door. He swung the door open to reveal a shocked Chris standing on the other side. “Jesus Christ! That thing was inside me!” Chris couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at the python before him. Derek’s dick looked red and swollen and thanks to its thickness you could barely see the two small lumps along the underside of his dick. “I would like to put it inside you again before I lose all this muscle.” Derek said with a sly grin on his face as he grabbed his dick, moving it side to side and rubbing pre all over his nipples. “However much I would love to have that thing inside me again, I don’t want to stray from the process of getting my muscles back.” Derek put a pouty face on “at least tell me that you’ll suck it for me and worship this rockin bod one last time before I lose it all.” Derek threw both arms up into a massive double bicep pose. Veins snaking all over his arms as his dick continued to throb between his pecs. Chris, feeling bad for Derek’s predicament, reached forward and grabbed a hold of the base of his warm thick flesh pole. “I guess I could at least do that for you, since you’re willing to do this for me.” Chris pulled down on Derek’s dick, finding some resistance as the thick snake fought to stay up. Chris began licking the cock head and swirling his tongue in the pre cum, drinking it up. Chris knew that part of this dick would soon be his again and it made him hungry. Chris launched himself onto Derek’s dick, taking the first 6 inches, but not being able to go any further due to the girth. Derek slowly moved towards the bed as Chris continued to suck in the tip of his dick. Once Derek could feel the bed behind him he lowered himself until his ass rested on the edge, the bed angrily protesting underneath his weight. Derek could feel himself getting closer as Chris began to stroke his meat as he continued to suck on the head. A moment of panic filled Derek’s senses as he could feel the two pills being pushed up his dick by Chris’s stroking. He knew he had to shoot and he had to shoot soon, otherwise Chris would figure out what he was trying to do. Derek laid back on the bed propping his upper body up on his elbows as he began tugging hard on his nipples. “Ohhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuucckkkk, I’m about to shoot!” Derek leaned back up as he felt himself reaching climax. He grabbed the back of Chris’s head and shoved him down another 6 inches on his dick. “FUCK HERE I CUUUUUUUMMMMM” With a foot of his cock snaked down Chris’s throat, Derek began to unload his seed. He could feel the two pills leave his dick as they were launched out with the force of his orgasm from behind. Derek held Chris there for a moment, making sure the pills had made their way into Chris’s stomach. Derek let go of Chris’s head as Chris quickly backed off the pole, gasping for air. *COUGH COUGH* “What the fuck…*cough* is wrong with you! I almost died” Chris said as tears streamed down his face, gasping for breaths as the color returned to his face. “Oh, don’t over exaggerate!” Derek said with a grin on his face. Chris shot him an evil look. “You’ll regret that.” “Oh come on…here, I’ll return the favor.” Derek lifted Chris up by his armpits as he took Chris’s dick into his mouth. Chris’s dick quickly went from soft to rock hard as Derek’s expert cock sucking skills were put to the test. Even though Chris was 6 inches smaller than his previous size, 8 inches was still a decent size. Chris began to feel up Derek’s massive arms as he held him in place. Feeling all the veiny mass in each orb, he couldn’t believe what his muscle had helped create. Then something struck Chris as odd. “Hey! Shouldn’t our dicks have gone back to their normal size by now?” Chris began to feel panicked as he felt Derek’s dick head splitting his ass cheeks. “That’s weird, how is your dick head suddenly hitting my ass when you haven’t lowered me at all.” A grin grew on Derek’s face as he continued sucking on Chris’s slowly deflating cock. “Derek, you have to stop. Something is wrong. I think I’m still shrinking.” Chris tried pushing himself away from Derek’s expert sucking, but he didn’t budge at all. Derek began to moan as he felt his cock head finally penetrating Chris’s tight ass. It was too much for Chris as he began to blow his load down Derek’s throat he could feel his dick quickly shrinking in Derek’s mouth. Derek began sucking even harder at the feeling of Chris’s cum hitting the back of his throat. He could feel his dick tingling as it began stretching even faster, pushing further and further into Chris without either one of them moving. Chris was down to a tiny nub of a dick as it popped out of Derek’s mouth. It was too small to suck but it was still leaking precious dick juice, so Derek continued licking at Chris’s nub forcing his own dick to surge into Chris even further. Derek had to spread his legs further apart to make room for his ballooning testicles. Chris and Derek both looked at Chris’s dick in shock as it inverted into his body leaving a gaping hole where his dick once was. His balls shriveled up until they just became flaps of skin around where his dick used to be. “Holy Fucking Shit” Chris squeaked as his voice went higher. “Oh my god, Derek you have to stop, we have to figure out how to reverse this.” Derek didn’t listen as he dove into Chris’s new slit with his tongue. Licking Chris’s new moist flaps for all they were worth. Chris began moaning as he reached down and began tweaking his nipples. Derek pulled the head of his dick out of Chris’s ass and the dick head smacked Derek in the chin. “No fucking way! I’m a fucking god!” Derek moved his cock head to line it up with Chris’s new tight hole. “You ready for the fucking of a life time?” Derek looked down at Chris’s body. It still resembled a lithe swimmers build, but he now had a super tight vagina instead of a dick. Derek began shoving his dick into Chris, watching as it pushed his stomach out from the sheer mass of it. He watched the head of his cock travel further and further until it got lost in Chris’s rib cage. “Fuck! Your pussy is so much tighter than your ass!” As Derek bottomed out he looked down and realized he still had 10 inches of cock to go. He pulled his dick out and shoved it back in making Chris moan with tears streaming down his face. Derek began bucking into Chris faster and faster all the while making Chris bounce up and down on his dick across the bed. Derek watched as Chris’s bouncing pecs began to get fuller, bouncing more and more. “Why is this happening? They shouldn’t be growing again?!” Chris said with panic in his voice as he grabbed onto his enlarging man breasts trying to keep them from growing. They began to spill out past his hands. Seeing this drove Derek into a frenzy. Not wanting to waste a perfect opportunity, he grabbed Chris’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head as he leaned in and squeezed Chris’s right man melon, causing milk to spurt into his waiting mouth. Derek latched onto Chris’s tit as he squeezed and sucked for all it was worth. Amazingly the size didn’t diminish at all, it just got softer in Derek’s hand as he felt the milk slow down to a trickle. Derek reached over for the other tit and did the same. He began to feel his frame pulsing larger and piling on more muscle as he sucked all the male virility from Chris. Derek could feel himself reaching the edge as he continued to pump his dick in Chris’s tight snatch. Derek released Chris’s breast and threw both of his arms up into a double bicep pose as he drove his dick as far as it would go into Chris. “FUCK YESSSSS, WORSHIP YOUR GOD YOU LITTLE MUSCLE BITCH!!!!!” Chris watched as Derek’s biceps exploded with power. Chris began to squirm as his tight snatch clamped down hard on Derek’s dick, releasing his juices all over the massive schlong. Derek’s dick surged larger inside Chris, forcing the cock head even further in. Chris began choking as something felt very wrong inside him. Derek picked Chris up and pulled him into a passionate kiss as he plowed his exploding dick into his moist snatch. He wrapped his sinewy arms around her as he began to taste his own cum in his mouth. He pulled back from the embrace only to see that Chris was blue in the face and cum was spewing out of his mouth. Derek slowly slid his dick out of Chris and laid her on the bed as his dick continued spilling its seed all over her unconscious body. Derek continued flexing and worshipping his own body as he walked into the bathroom. “NO FUCKING WAY! I HAVE TO BE THE BIGGEST MAN ON THE PLANET!” Derek couldn’t believe the site before his eyes as he admired all the new beef on his frame in the bathroom mirror. Derek waddled his way over to the bathroom scale “330 FUCKING POUNDS! IM A BEAST!” Derek roared as he flexed his arms above his head! “I CAN”T WAIT TO BE TWICE THIS SIZE!”

Sorry for the long wait. Without further ado, I present to you... Blue Pill Part 13 Chris’s father James had just pulled up to the drive when he noticed an unfamiliar car parked in front of his house. “Chris better not have any of his stupid jock friends over, I’ve got Tiffany coming over later for a good fucking!” James said out loud in a pissed off tone. He headed up the front steps and into the house. Once inside he noticed a sweater on the floor next to the door. He picked up the sweater and placed it on the coat rack. “Fucking kids today have no respect for others property.” As James put the sweater on the coatrack a bottle fell out of the sweater pocket and rolled across the floor. He picked it up and examined the bottle. Right away he realized it was one of the bottles from his lab. “That little shit is in some serious trouble now!” James stormed off up the stairs only to find that the stairs were slick and covered with an opaque substance. “What is that smell?” James recognized the smell. It was an all too familiar scent. It was the smell of sex. The manly aroma of testosterone and sperm. He made his way over to his son’s door and threw it open expecting to give his son the beating of a lifetime, instead he was surprised to find a naked busty woman in his bed passed out and covered in sperm. The sperm still dripping from her gaping pussy. “I didn’t think my son had it in him. Well maybe I won’t beat him to death, but he is still in deep shit for the mess on the stairs and stealing my lab products.” As James walked further into the bedroom, he realized that the shower was running. James stepped over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, only to find himself staring at a wall of muscle in his sons shower. “Holy Fuck!” James whispered to himself in excitement. The behemoth in the shower was furiously scrubbing something in front of it, but by the looks of this monsters back, James could tell that it wasn’t his son. The manly aroma that was in the stairway was 100 times stronger in the bathroom, causing James big daddy dick to slowly start inching towards the bottom of his running shorts. James continued to watch the behemoth as it continued its stroking action and it released a beastly moan. James was now rock hard as the head of his dick poked out of the bottom of his shorts, dripping precum onto the tiled floor in the bathroom. James slowly backed up and shut the bathroom door, so as to not startle the muscle freak in his sons shower. “My god he is huge! He had to of gotten ahold of some of my lab products, but which ones?” The girl on Chris’s bed began to stir and as she did she moved her arms down from up above her head. As she did, James noticed a tribal tattoo on her right arm. “My son has the same tattoo on his right arm. HOLY FUCK! Chris, is that you?” “D..adddd….” Chris said as he coughed up cum. “Christ! What happened Chris?!” but before James could get a response, he heard the water turn off to the shower, so he quickly darted out of his sons bedroom so he didn’t get caught by the monster on the other side of the door. Thinking quickly, James ran off to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him and locking it, he ran for his walk in closet. Once inside he threw back some extra bedding at the far end revealing a keypad. He entered his passcode and a doorway was revealed at the back of the closet. Stepping in, he was surrounded by computer screens and vials and desks where all of his recent work could be found. He shot over to a wall with a single vial in a case. It was pure black liquid inside. “I haven’t had a chance to test it, but desperate times call for desperate measures!” James pulled out a syringe jabbed it into the stopper and pulled the plunger back on the syringe, filling it to capacity. James lowered his shorts, revealing his plump smooth daddy dick. “Well here goes nothing.” James winced in pain as he stabbed the needle into his right testicle and injected half the syringe. He then pulled the syringe out stabbing it into his left testicle and emptying the syringes contents. James pulled the needle out and slowly massaged his sore swollen testicles. James dropped the syringe as he fondled his sore swollen testicles in his hands. They were about the size of large eggs, massaging them back and forth as he winced from the pain. “Time to go test out this serum and see if it works.” James heard a moaning sound as he left his lab and headed back towards the hall. As he got closer to his bedroom door he realized the sound was coming from his son’s room, but it sounded like the moans of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. James tiptoed down the hall, hoping to catch a peak of what his once alpha jock son was moaning about. James reached the door and grasped the doorknob, slowly turning it as to not disturb what was going on in the bedroom. As a sliver of light was cast into the hallway, James could see his son still laying on his bed. Writhing on the sheets as he continued to moan in pleasure. James leaned forward just a little more to see what was causing his son to moan with such pleasure only to find the behemoth from the shower at the foot of his sons bed. The muscular freak had a hand on each one of his son’s breasts and was tonguing his pussy hard. Pinching his nipples as milk began to flow from them. The behemoth leaned forward and sucked a little from each tit and James watched as the muscular monster slowly got larger right before his eyes. “You want to see me get bigger don’t you?” The behemoth boomed out in his deep baritone bass. Chris writhed on the bed in pleasure as Derek slid his muscle milk covered fingers into Chris’s tight snatch. “Please put it in me. I want to feel you fill me with your seed” Chris moaned delirious with sexual delight. “You know what I need you to do then” Derek said as he produced a bottle of pills from down on the floor and shook one out into his hand. “You’ve got to take one of these if you want me inside you again.” Without hesitation Chris snatched the pill out of Derek’s hand throwing it in his mouth and swallowing quickly without giving it a second thought. Derek stood up tall and then leaned down kissing Chris hard on the mouth as his throbbing python slick with pre rubbed against Chris’s moist snatch. Derek’s dick had to be close to two feet long now and Chris was beginning to wonder how he was going to take it. Derek began pushing his thick mushroom head into Chris’s pussy, finding resistance as he tried to enter. Derek pushed harder and Chris screamed as the head popped into his waiting pussy. “Fuck you’re so tight!” Derek moaned as he began moving the head of his dick in and out of Chris’s pussy, making the lips swollen and puffy from the workout they were getting. Chris began panting and shaking on the bed. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Derek I’m GOING TO CUM!!!” Derek quickly pulled out and leaned down to suck up all the sweet juice that Chris had to offer. Pushing his tongue deep into Chris’s tight snatch to make sure he got all of it. Derek stood back up and couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Chris had begun to grow. Chris’s fingers were tweaking his nipples as his tits began to push out even further, forcing his hands to reach even farther to play with his nips. His waist got more slender as his hips pushed out making a perfect hourglass shape. Derek couldn’t contain himself anymore. He quickly threw both arms underneath Chris and lifted her up as he made her straddle his throbbing dick, which Derek finally realized was slowly growing from Chris’s pussy juice. Derek lowered Chris down onto his dick but the pussy lips wouldn’t part. Derek pushed down hard on Chris’s shoulders as tears began to flow down Chris’s face, but those lips just wouldn’t part. The whole time this was going on, James had pulled out his dick in the other side of his son’s bedroom door and was stroking his 8 inch thick cock. “Now is my opportunity” James whispered to himself. James swung open his sons bedroom door, just as Derek was about to try to shove his cock in Chris’s back door. “Why don’t you give my son a rest and give me a go.” Derek quickly turned around, not expecting anyone else to be in the house. He was surprised at what he saw. Standing in front of him was a thick built muscle daddy in his mid-forties. He was hairy, but trimmed and to top it off he had a thick uncut cock dripping with pre cum. As Derek eyed up the muscle daddy, all he could think of was the potential mass that this man could help him add to his frame. “I’ll make a deal with you.” James said as he saw some slight hesitation in the massive monsters eyes. “Whoever cums first has to take one of those black pills.” Derek quickly looked at the bottle on the floor with a surprised expression. “Yes I know about those. Who do you think invented them?” James said with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you say? Sound like a deal?” James reached his hand out to shake with Derek. Derek reached his big paw out and shook James’s hand vigorously. Derek didn’t let go of his hand as he quickly reached for James’s other hand and pulled him up against his own muscular frame. Derek took in a big breath, breathing in James’s manly alpha essence. A grin formed on his face because he knew that everything James possessed would soon be his. Derek lifted James up until his hairy muscular thighs were straddling his enlarged python. “Fuck me big boy.” James growled in Derek’s ear. Derek, still on edge from Chris’s transformation, shoved James down on his dick as the head popped in and the first foot of dick went in with ease. James instantly threw his head back and began to moan as Derek filled him in ways he never thought was possible. “Yeah, how do you like that? Those muscles will be mine daddy!” Derek dove his mouth down on James’s thick daddy dick and continued to drive his own dick ever deeper into James’s hole. Derek could taste James sweet pre-cum filling his mouth and he wanted more. Derek began sucking hard like a vacuum. James couldn’t believe how fast he was reaching his orgasm. ‘This is going to be way too easy’ James thought. Derek could feel James was close to orgasm as he felt his ass clenching around his massive fuck pole. With one last thrust, Derek shoved his dick to the hilt in James’s ass and reached up pulling hard on his nipples as he sucked his cock for all it was worth. James’s eyes rolled back in his head as he could feel his cock bucking hard inside Derek’s mouth, shooting volley after volley at the back of Derek’s throat. Derek, amazed at the volume this older daddy could produce, had a hard time keeping up, but wanted every last drop of that sweet nectar. When the last remnants of James’s orgasm had been sucked clean from his quivering dick, Derek let the dick fall out of his mouth with a pop. With Derek’s dick still in James’s ass he threw both of his arms up into a double bicep pose and roared. “I AM A GOD!!! AND WITH YOUR MUSCLES I SHALL GROW EVEN MORE!!!” Every vein exploded forth underneath Derek’s paper thin skin has he began firing his pent up seed inside James’s tight man hole. Derek began pistoning his 26 inch dick in and out of James’s tight hole, making cum squirt back out as he continued to shoot. Derek dropped the bicep pose and latched onto his own nipples, pinching them. He reached his hands up tasting the sweet nectar from his fingers as it dripped from his nipples. Derek’s eyes flew open as he realized he was producing milk. James had a huge grin on his face as Derek finally looked him in the eyes. “What did you do to me?” Derek said with a look of panic in his eyes. “My Turn” James said as the walls began to spin around Derek.

Blue Pill Part 14 James was ready for his transformation to begin, but wondered how long it was going to take to start. He reached his left hand over as he flexed his right arm. A ball of muscle bulged up, but it wasn’t any bigger than before. Frustrated, James began to pull himself off of Derek’s dick. As he did, Derek came out of his trance like state with a deep low moan. Derek grabbed onto James shoulders and proceeded to push him back down on his dick with ease. James moaned as Derek’s dick pushed back inside him, but was surprised to find that James wasn’t actually pushing him back down his dick. Derek’s dick was pushing into James ass…it was GROWING!!! James began to panic. “There is no way I can over power this freak to get away. Why the hell isn’t the serum working!!!” he thought to himself. James watched as Derek’s neck and traps bulged thicker. Veins pulsing pushing more blood into his muscles. His shoulders pushing out even wider, as wide as a doorframe. Finally James rested his eyes on Derek’s swollen pecs. They looked more swollen than the rest of his body. His pecs were red and looked like they were about ready to burst. James couldn’t control himself as he reached his hand forward and touched the swollen pec. It was hot to the touch and he could feel it pulsating in his hand. James gave the pec a squeeze and felt that it was rock hard. Derek let out a deep low moan and this time he began pushing his dick back into James. It was James’s turn to moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. Derek’s dick was hitting virgin territory again as he could feel Derek’s dick pulsating against his prostate. James’s dick was rock hard now as he was seeing stars from the amount of dick up his ass. Derek pulled his dick out of James a little only to lean back down taking James’s dick into his mouth. James moaned and began firing another round of cum down Derek’s throat. Grabbing onto Derek’s boulder like arms for support as Derek began pistoning his slick cum covered dick in and out of James’s tight hole. Derek soaked up James’s cum like a sponge, not wanting to miss a single drop of his sweet nectar. James, in his delirious state, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The red and swollen pecs bulged out even further as they hung lower. The nipples disappearing from view. A liquid began to flow from underneath Derek’s pecs. James was curious by this point so he reached a hand under Derek’s pec only to have it filled with an opaque liquid. James brought the liquid up to his nose to give it a whiff. It smelled sweet like buttermilk. James stuck his tongue in just to get a taste. James quickly drank the rest of the milk in his hand, finding that it was as sweet tasting as it smelled. James had gone to reach for more milk, when Derek pulled of his dick and threw his arms into another double bicep pose. This time James watched as he saw Derek’s arms bulge larger with even more muscle. His forearms getting thicker as well. Thick veins snaked their way down the length of his entire arm. James admired the size of Derek’s forearms. They were now the size of his own biceps. James couldn’t believe how big Derek was getting. Derek began to rub his pecs and tweak his nipples as he felt just how swollen they were. It was as if someone had cut a giant watermelon in half and stuffed it under each side of his pecs. Derek winced in pain as his fingers brushed his tender nipples. Stretch marks had begun to appear around the edges of his pecs as the skin began to pull taught from all the pressure. James couldn’t believe all the muscle before his eyes. Derek’s arms were easily 25 inches now and you could see his heartbeat in his veins because they were as thick as a garden hose. James, with one hand stroking his own throbbing member, reached forward and felt the bulging mass that was Derek’s arm. It was hot to the touch but was hard as granite underneath the taught skin. Still holding onto Derek’s arm and stroking his own dick, James leaned forward and flicked Derek’s nipple with his tongue. “Fuck yeah!!! Oh My God that feels amazing!” Derek moaned as he threw his head back, reveling in the feeling of James’s tongue on his perky swollen nipple. James didn’t have to wait long to be rewarded for his efforts, seconds after flipping Derek’s nipple back and forth with his tongue, he was rewarded with a shot of muscle milk. James kept the milk on his mouth, tasting its sweetness this time before slowly swallowing it. James could feel a heat radiate within his body, he felt like he could run a hundred miles or lift a semi-trailer. James took Derek’s nipple back in his mouth and began to suck as a rush of milk began flowing into his mouth. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” Derek yelled out as James latched back on to hi nipple and began forcefully pulling the milk out. His moan rattled the windows of the house and caused James’s son Chris to stir on the bed. Chris looked on at the scene bewildered. Derek looked as if he were in some sort of trance and couldn’t move as James sucked on his giant pecs. Chris still hungry for dick started to approach the scene. As Chris got closer to the scene, James continued sucking the milk from the beast in front of him as he stroked his own rigid, thick, throbbing daddy dick. James took notice that he was having to take longer strokes and that his hands were being slowly pushed apart by the thickening of his dick. Chris watched his father’s dick begin to swell before his very eyes and couldn’t contain himself. Chris dropped to his knees and positioned himself between the moaning Derek and his own father as he engulfed his dad’s dick. James let out a moan as he took a brief moment from milking Derek to see who was on his dick. “I never knew you were such a good little cock sucker. Yeah! Suck daddy’s big dick. Here, let me make it bigger for you.” With that said, James latched back onto Derek’s pec and squeezed the muscular globe as milk gushed into James’s mouth, swallowing as fast as he could so not to lose any of the sweet nectar. Chris could feel his dad’s dick as it expanded in his mouth. The head bulging larger and filling his throat. Chris felt like the dick was growing too fast as he felt it pulse and thicken in his mouth, only to realize that it kept pulsating as his dad began to shoot a massive load down his throat. James pulled off of Derek’s nipple in euphoria. “FUCK YEAH!!! Take all of your muscle daddy’s jizz. Feel me grow!!!” James said as he rammed his dick all the way down his son’s throat. He quickly latched back on to the deflating pec to suck up more of the muscle milk. Chris struggled to keep up with the torrent of jizz coming from his dad’s slowly expanding dick. Chris was plunging his fingers in and out of his pussy as he felt like he was going to cum, but a strange sensation came over him. His leaking snatch grew tighter around his fingers so he quickly pulled them out. He watched as his pussy slowly pushed out a dick head. Small at first, the dick head continued pushing out till it was close to three inches. He felt is testicles slide back into the loose skin where his vaginal flaps used to be. Chris was hit with a wave of hormones as his nuts began pumping massive amounts of testosterone back into his system. Facial hair began sprouting all over his face as he took on a more rugged appearance. His hair receded back into his head creating the short buzz cut he had before. His breasts had decreased a bit in size, but only a little as they turned solid and veiny with muscle. The entire time Chris went through his transformation, James was going through a transformation of his own. James looked like an amateur bodybuilder. A bit bigger than his runners build he had before. His arms were closing in on 19 inches as his pecs jutted out from his body, slowly pushing against Derek’s deflating pecs. Just as James was admiring the veins running up his forearms he heard a moan escape Derek’s lips as the pec he was sucking ran dry. It was almost comical seeing this massive man in front of him with one pec that was significantly smaller than the other. James stopped for a moment. Pondering if he really wanted to get that big. “A little more size won’t hurt me. They shouldn’t be too suspicious at work. I’ll just wear some loose fitting lab coats for a few months.” James quickly pulled the other nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The moment the milk hit his system he could feel an orgasm getting ready to hit. Chris was feeling up his six pack abs and hard bulging biceps as he heard Derek moan. He looked up to see his dad latch onto Derek’s other pec. That wasn’t what Chris was seeing though. His own father had grown into quite the stud. His dad was rock hard everywhere. Covered in fur from head to toe with a light sheen of sweat coating his skin. Chris looked back down as something had caught his attention. His dad’s cock, which had somewhat deflated after his last orgasm, was quickly inching back to life. He quickly reached full hardness as the head of his giant dick looked red and angry as it throbbed right in front of Chris’s face. It began pulsating angrily as Chris heard a deep baritone moan come from his dad. Chris knew what to do. Chris latched onto his dad’s ass cheeks with both hands as he felt how rock hard they were. Chris swallowed the cock all the way down to the hilt as his dad’s ass swelled larger in his hands and his dick pushed further down his throat. “OH FUCK!!” James couldn’t believe how good his son was at taking his dick. He began firing his seed into Chris like never before. James started sucking hard and fast on Derek’s nipple as it quickly closed in on the same size as the other deflated pec. As James pulled the last drop from Derek, Derek passed out on Chris’s bed from the feeling of being completely drained. James brought his arms up into a double bicep pose as he swallowed the last bit of milk. He watched as his biceps bunched up and peaked, and then swelled just a little bit more from that last bit of milk. James couldn’t believe how powerful he felt. His arms must have been 20 inches of solid power, covered in veins as they snaked all over the bulbous muscle, leading down to his thick veiny forearms. James lowered his arms so he could feel his thick pecs. James rubbed over the hard masses of each pec and lifted them up only to watch them bounce back to their beautiful shape. James found his nipples just at the edge of his view of his pecs. He tweaked both at the same time, causing his still hard dick to start pulsating again, firing of another round of jizz. The whole time James was feeling his newly minted muscles, Chris was feeling something too. As Chris was feeling his muscles inflate from his dad’s cum, he watched as his own dick began to pulse bigger, closing in on the 7 inch mark. Chris flexed his biceps which were now close to 15 inches. His six pack was becoming pretty solid as his pecs began to fill out. He felt his legs and ass starting to swell, when everything suddenly stopped. Panic filled Chris’s eyes as he tried to figure out what was wrong. He quickly realized that his catalyst had run out. About the same time he figured this out he looked up to see his dad tweaking his nipples. Chris felt himself getting hit with jet after jet of jizz as it splattered against his face and on his pecs. Chris began to moan as his growth surged anew. His ass and legs began swelling again as his quads started to push out with some mass. His pecs began jutting out further as he felt his arms began to swell too. His arms had added another 2 inches, taking them to 17 inches of striated veiny muscle. Chris could feel his traps creeping up and his shoulders started to fill out, when once again the growth stopped. Chris reached for his father’s dick and pulled it into his mouth. James quickly pulled his dick back out of his son’s mouth and smacked him across the face with it. “Did I tell you to suck my dick little faggot? I’m the big man around here, I make the rules. I will tell you when you can suck my dick and right now I want to go see what these muscles can do.” With that, James left Chris kneeling on the floor feeling up his body. “How the hell am I going to get all of my muscles back if my dad isn’t going to help me?” Chris went to stand up, and as he did his foot hit something that went rolling under his bed, rattling the whole way. Chris got back down on the ground and reached under his bed. He grabbed the bottle and pulled it into the light. He twisted off the cap to see the full bottle of black pills. “If my father won’t give me what I want, I’ll just take it.” An evil grin formed on Chris’s face as he stood back up. He nearly screamed as his gaze was met with a mountain of muscle on his bed. “Derek?!?” Chris prodded the sleeping beast with his finger, but he didn’t stir. “I know just where to begin too.”

Blue Pill Part 15 James always kept in good shape his whole life. He ran track in high school and played tennis, giving him a lithe build with sinewy muscles. It wasn’t until James left for college that he started visiting the weight-room more often. That’s where his lust for muscle began, it’s also where he first met Titus. Back then Titus was an Adonis, he had the body of a Greek god. James quickly became good friends with Titus, lifting with him, hanging out with him, only to find that they were both going to school for the same thing. Being around all that beautiful muscle always had James hard. James didn’t think he was gay, but something about Titus’s body drove him wild. It was at that point in his life that he would do everything and anything he could to become bigger. So throughout his college years, James had packed on some muscle to his thin sinewy frame, giving him more of a swimmers build. At 170 pounds, packed with muscle, he wasn’t much to bat an eye at but he was still quite the stud. After college he became obsessed with working out and it wasn’t until he stated working with Titus at the same government agency that James fell off the deep end and started taking steroids. He wanted to do everything he could to catch up to Tidus. No matter what he did though, Tidus was always bigger. James would say to himself, “One day I will be bigger than you Tidus. I will take all that you have worked so hard for and make it mine.” As he stood staring at his reflection in the mirror, James thought for the first time in his life that his dream could become a reality thanks to the muscle growth serum he had produced. James brought his arm up into a tight flex and watched as his 20 inch orb of sweaty, veiny daddy muscle bulged in front of his eyes. He reached up and tweaked one of his nipples and gasped in a sharp breath of air as pleasure rocked through his body, making his almost 10 inch turgid dick bob in front of him. He looked down as he watched a glob of pre-cum fall from the tip of his penis to the floor. James let out a low guttural growl as he continue to tweak his nipple and let one of his hands wander down to his cock to give it a few strokes, covering it in his slick pre-cum. “Let’s see what this body can do.” James started with his legs. Squatting all the way down to the floor with his new found strength it was easy. He found himself squatting nearly 400 pounds by the time he was done with his final set. He couldn’t believe how full and pumped his legs were. You could see veins branching off everywhere through the matted hair on his thick bulging legs. His legs had to be closing in on 28 inches, which was almost as big as his waist. James loved how his thick thighs now pushed his package out. James gave his hard throbbing dick a few more strokes, sending pre-cum all over his lower abs. Next James headed for the bench top do some chest presses. He loaded the bar up with 250, about 50 pounds heavier than his usual. James finished his first set with ease. “That barely even gave me a pump!” James said, astonished as head added another 50 to each side. James got under the bar and started his first rep and found that it was the perfect amount of resistance. He loved the feel in his pecs as rep after rep he watched his meaty mounds bulge higher, quickly making his rock hard nipples disappear out of view. His hairy pecs were covered in veins and sweat by the time he finished his last rep. He dropped the bar on the support and sat up. Instantly he felt the new weight in his pecs from his pump as they pulled further down then they usually do. James couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked in the mirror. His pecs were so red and swollen from all of the blood he pumped into them. He reached for a nipple only to find they were more sensitive than ever. This time James’s dick belched out pre-cum as if he were having an orgasm, but he wasn’t. He scooped up some of his pre-cum and rubbed it over his hairy pecs, giving them a shiny appearance and making them slick. James kept rubbing his slippery hands over his nipples, making his dick shoot out more ropes of pre-cum. James reached back down and scooped up more pre-cum, this time slathering his dick in it. He stroked his dick up and down as he was rewarded with even more pre-cum. James caught the pre-cum in his hand this time, curious, he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his palm. A buzzing sensation rushed through his body as his sensory nerves were overloaded. James couldn’t believe the rush, so he quickly lapped up all that was left in his hand. His eyes rolled back in his head as he reached for his nipple again to tweak it. James was quickly brought out of his euphoria as he felt his nipple slowly stretching further down on his pec. He opened his eyes, but didn’t see anything odd. “Hmmm, that’s strange. James reached back down to stroke his dick, and when he wrapped his hand around it he could have sworn it felt meatier, thicker almost. James looked up in the mirror and gasped at the full body pump he had. “Holy fuck! I didn’t look this hard a moment ago!” James had scooped up another handful of pre-cum to test his theory that he had formed in his head as to how he looked harder, when his wife Sarah walked in. “CHRIST JAMES! What the hell happened to you?!?” Sarah looked shocked as she eyed her husband up and down. James turned to face Sarah. When he did, she saw his throbbing man meat for the first time since walking in the room. “FOR FUCKS SAKE!!! IS YOUR DICK BIGGER TOO????” Sarah’s eyes about bugged out of her head as a wet spot began to form in the crotch of her yoga pants. “You like it baby? It’s all for you!” James rumbled in his baritone as he went into a most muscular, sending all of his veiny, sweat coated muscles into sharp relief. Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes as she stifled a moan and bit her lip, the wet spot growing ever larger in her pants. “I know you want this thick daddy dick inside you. Come here and show me how badly you want this dick.” James said in a cocky manner as he flexed his dick, making it bob up and down, causing the veins running the length of his shaft to bulge even more. Sarah didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly closed the distance between her and James as she came in for a kiss. James pulled her into his embrace, she feel into his thick meaty pecs and had to stand on her tip toes to reach his thick meaty lips. While locked in their passionate embrace, James slid his pre-cum soaked hand down the front of Sarah’s yoga pants and began massaging her pussy. James slid his index finger in as Sarah let out a moan against his lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he continued to push his finger in past the knuckle. As James began moving his finger in and out of his wife’s pussy, he noticed that it was growing tighter around his finger. He thought that meant she was readying herself for an orgasm. So he pulled his finger out and backed his hand out of her pants. James reached down with both hands, grabbing on both sides of the wet spot of his wife’s yoga pants and ripped them open, revealing his wife’s leaking, quivering vagina. James pickled up his wife to straddle the hole in her yoga pants over his throbbing manhood. Pre-cum was pulsing out of the tip of his dick at a near constant rate now as the head of his turgid cock pushed at his wife’s pussy lips. It was a tight fit, but his cock head eventually made its way in. James began pushing in only to find that he hit the back of his wife’s wall with only 4 inches of his dick inside her. He kept feeling resistance as if her pussy was getting tighter. “OUCH! James that really hurts!” James pulled his dick out. “Sorry baby, but I’m too fucking horny. I’ve gotta fuck one way or another.” With Sarah’s legs wrapped around his torso, James reached behind his wife’s supple ass and ripped a new hole where her thick luscious cheeks split. James lowered her back down onto his dick, this time entering her tight pucker, he pushed until his cock head popped in. His pre-cum soaking her ass cheeks as he continued to spill more pre inside her. All the pre-cum made it real easy for him to slide his dick all the way to the hilt. “Oh My Gawwwwd baby! That feels sooo fucking good!” Sarah’s eyes were rolling back in her head now. James took that as a sign so he began to pull back out just to push his dick all the way back in. Supporting her weight and with his dick still inside of her, James walked them over to the Weight bench and lowered Sarah down onto the bench. Sarah had reached up and started playing with her nipples as James continued ploughing her ass. James remembered that he forgot to work his arms, lifted the bar above his wife’s head. He started doing bar curls as he continued driving his dick in and out of his wife’s ass. Each thrust with his rock solid dick driving him to lift the weight harder and faster with his arms. James couldn’t take his eyes off of his thick bulging biceps as each rep drove the peak higher and cause his veins to pulse even thicker. After about 100 reps, James noticed an odd sensation. It felt as if his wife’s ass was growing tighter around his throbbing dick. James looked down in shock, only to see his wife playing with her nipples. What shocked him though was the fact that his wife’s breasts looked bigger and more solid. That wasn’t the only thing though, her whole body looked harder. Like she had been lifting weights for the past 6 months. Then James got a real surprise when his wife gasped as milk shot out of her nipples. “Am I lactating?!?” Sarah asked with a look of confusion on her face. Sarah brought her hand to her nose to smell and James quickly grabbed her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth. He sucked her finger into his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar that her jugs now produced. “mmmmmmmm” James moaned as he felt a familiar tingling sensation throughout his body. After sucking her fingers clean James leaned in and took on of her nipples in his mouth. The moment the milk spurted into the back of his throat, he lost it as he began shooting his pent up load. James began bucking into his wife’s ass harder and faster like a feral beast as he sucked even harder at her tit. Sarah could feel her husband shooting inside her as his dick throbbed over and over, however each time it throbbed it didn’t seem to decrease in size. Sarah’s eyes rolled back again as James began to hit new territory with his dick. “How the hell is that even possible?!” Sarah wondered out loud. Sarah realized that wasn’t the only thing that had grown as she latched onto James’s arms as an orgasm swept over her. She began summing and she could feel it hit her belly and the bottom of her tits. Sarah was so lost in her orgasm she didn’t pay much attention to it. She kept feeling her husband’s arms as she felt the rock hard boulders bulge larger in her hands. “Oh Fuck!” Sarah yelped as James had completely drained her first tit. Even though James had already cummed he continued driving his dick inside his wife’s ass as he felt his dick pulsing larger inside her. James quickly began sucking Sarah’s other tit. As he did his back muscles bulged thicker his lats bulged wider, pushing his arms further out. James had to reposition his stance as his quads fought for space. Probably the most beautiful sight of it all was his monstrous pecs. Which his wife had a wonderful view of as they began to sag lower, filling with more meaty muscle. Sarah reached up, feeling his rock hard pecs until she finally found his nipples on the underside of his pecs. Sarah pinched them and as she did her husband moaned while sucking her milk, driving his dick all the way inside her. Once again she felt her husband’s dick pulsating in her, spilling his seed inside her. Sarah felt odd as it felt as if her back was sliding along the bench as her husband continued ramming his fuck pole inside her. She looked down at her own arms as she watched them bulge thicker right before her very eyes. Her breasts no longer looked like breasts, they were hard and starting to show veins. She watched as her other breast started to inflate a little. She watched as her legs, which were up in the air from her husband fucking her, bulged thicker as more muscle was pushed into her ballooning quads. Sarah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her husband switched back to the other tit. He had drained it in no time and there wasn’t much to take from the one he was on now. Sarah didn’t have much time to test her theory as to why she was growing, so she quickly reached her hands back up and gave her husband’s nipples a flick. This time James clamped down on her nipple with his teeth as he saw stars. He instantly began firing his load inside his wife’s ass. This time he came so much that cum started squirting back out and onto the bench. Sarah began cumming almost instantly as she felt her husband’s teeth clamp onto her sensitive nip. This time Sarah felt the sum spray all over her stomach and she heard a shot hit the bottom of her husband’s thick meaty pec. She had a moment of realization as her husband was still cumming inside her. So that was her cum that shot all over her. Surprised by cum hitting his pec, James finished milking his wife’s tit, just as they started to fill back up again. He leaned back up and noticed that his wife looked insanely muscular, like an amateur bodybuilder and her muscles were bulging right before his eyes, getting bigger with each passing second. “Fuck yeah! You’re getting so big baby, but nothing compares to these!!!” James lifted his arms into a double biceps pose as the peak rose higher and higher. “Gotta be closing in on 23 inches now. Jesus, look at these things!” James couldn’t takes his eyes of his own rock hard mounds of muscle. His body hair was matted down and covered in sweat from his intense workout and fuck session. Sweat dripped from his rock hard nipples as he continued to flex his biceps. Sarah couldn’t contain herself with the sight before her eyes, she reached down to finger fuck herself but when her hand got there, it hit something hard. She grabbed onto it only realizing that she was grabbing onto herself. Sarah looked down in time to see her own dick where he pussy used to be. It was growing larger right before her. The head looking swollen and angry, she gave it a few strokes and laid back again as she fired shot after shot against James’s rock hard abs. As Sarah’s dicked pulsed with her orgasm it made a wet smacking sound against her husband’s stomach. The sound of wet smacking and the feeling of cum shooting on him brought James out of his lustful state. He looked down only to see an unrecognizable face and body below him. No longer were there the supple curves of his wife or the big bulging breasts. Instead a handsome seasoned bodybuilder lay on the bench with James’s dick still buried in his ass. “My God, What have I done?”

Blue Pill Part 16 James was in a state of shock as he looked down at the muscle bound man at the end of his dick. He couldn’t believe that just moments ago he was fucking his supple, voluptuous wife. “Sarah? Is that still you? Are you ok?” James asked with a worried look on his face. “Mmmmm I’ve never felt better baby.” The voice that rumbled from the throat of his used to be wife, sounded nothing like her former self. It was deep and rugged. It made his dick pulse inside his wife. James was taken out of his train of thought as he heard a deep moaning coming from beneath him. He looked down to see that Sarah had reached up and began pinching one of her tender swollen nipples. Milk began flowing freely from the nipple as her other hand stroked her newly formed 7 inch dick. “My god James! If I knew that being a man would feel this good, I would have had you do this to me a long time ago.” James could see the lust in Sarah’s eyes as she started stroking her pre-cum slicked dick faster. James’s dick pulsed harder in Sarah’s ass at the sight of her tweaking her nip as she stroked her dick. He knew he needed to pull out before she got any bigger. He needed to think of a way to reverse the effect and make his wife a woman again. James began to slowly back his dick out of his wife until the head popped out of her ass. James couldn’t believe how much his dick had grown. It looked like it was almost a foot long now. Had to be close to 8 inches thick. It was covered in veins and his cock head was huge. That was nothing compared to his bull balls. They hung low in his sack almost the size of baseballs. James felt relief as his dick head popped out. He thought for sure that he was going to burst. Before James knew what was happening, Sarah had wrapped her newly muscular legs behind his back and pulled him in closer to her, driving his enraged cock head back into her waiting hole. Sarah and James both let out a moan in unison as Sarah drove her husband’s dick further into her ass. James became panicked as he knew what cumming inside his wife would do. He tried pulling out against his wife’s legs, but she had become quite strong from all of his cum. James knew he was stronger though, but for how much longer. James willed his muscles to push harder as his dick began to pull back out. The whole time his bulbous cock head was rubbing against his wife’s prostate. Sarah let out another deep moan and her head fell back as she started firing cum everywhere out of her bucking 7 incher. The sight before him was almost too much for James, he was right on the edge of orgasm. He was almost out of Sarah when he felt to hands on his pillow like pecs. He then felt fingers grasp on to his super sensitive nips as it pushed him over the edge. “Yeah! Cum for me daddy. Fill me with your seed. Make me huge!” Sarah had an almost evil glint in her eye as she twisted James’s nipples. “You want your daddy’s dick that bad, then you’re going to take it all.” James, finally giving into his lust, slammed his dick back into Sarah, driving into her hole over and over again as he fired load after load into her ass. James watched as the body beneath him began to swell larger. Sarah’s traps rose higher as her neck got thicker. James watched as her arms bulged with more mass closing in on 19 inches. James could feel Sarah’s legs surge in size behind him as they slowly began crushing into his back. Sarah’s pecs ballooned even more as they filled with more muscle milk, almost making them look like breasts again. James started to become even more worried as he realized his wife was closing in on his size. James felt his wife’s ass get tighter around his dick as it grew with more muscle, pushing her up higher off the bench and taking his dick with it. While his wife was in a state of Euphoria from all the milk flooding into her pecs, he started backing up, pushing her legs back and pulling his dick out. He was finally to the very end, but his dick head was so large and her ass was so tight that it didn’t want to come out. He pulled with all of his might, until with a loud *POP* sound, his dick came out, releasing a torrent of his jizz along with it. Sarah began bucking her hips from the feeling of her husband’s massive cock head destroying her ring. Cum began flying from the tip of Sarah’s almost 9 inch dick as she moaned on the bench. James knew this was his chance. He needed to get away before his wife got any bigger. He quickly darted underneath Sarah’s thick legs and bolted for the gym entrance. James got to the front door and heard moans and what sounded like the banging of a head board form the top of the stairs. “No time to investigate, I’ve got to get to the lab and find a way to reverse this!” James snuck out of the house quietly. Leaving his hot muscular wife in his home gym and his son and that behemoth upstairs in his bedroom… Chris couldn’t get over the size of Derek. Chris straddled Derek’s torso as he slowly ran his hands along the ridges of his abdominals. Working his way up to his perky hard nipples that rested just under his bulbous rock hard pecs. His pecs were so full and thick that they jutted out almost 6 inches from his body. Chris stuck his finger in the gap between Derek’s pecs, feeling the curvature of his mountainous pecs. Chris continued his adventure of Derek’s body as his hands felt along the bowling balls of muscle Derek called his shoulders. Chris couldn’t believe how far they pushed out. His shoulders pushed so far out that he was twice as wide as Chris’s relatively athletic build. Chris traced the veins along his shoulders down to his biceps. Chris gasped when he saw just how big they had become. They were about the size of his head. They had to be closing in on 22 inches. They were truly massive. This only made Chris realize how bad he wanted Derek’s muscles all for himself. Chris knew that in order to get Derek to take the pills he was going to have to make him swallow them. “How am I going to get him to take these damn pills? He will never agree to give up his muscles.” Just like that Chris got an idea. Slowly getting off of Derek so as not to disturb him, Chris darted out of his room and into his fathers’ room across the hall. He noticed his father had left his closet light on. “Dad?! Are you still here?” Chris looked around the bedroom to see if he could see any signs of movement. He listened carefully as the house was dead quiet. Chris walked into his dad’s closet and reached onto the top shelf next to some old hiking gear as he pulled down a handful of rope. Chris walked quickly out of his father’s bedroom as his heart caught in his stomach. Down the stairs he could see his mom coming through the front door. It appears as if she had just gotten back from her jog. Chris ducked down, hoping she hadn’t seen him. “James honey, are you home?” Chris could hear his mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Chris didn’t believe in prayer much, but at that point he needed any kind of miracle he could get. As if it couldn’t have been better timed, a deep guttural moaning sound came from downstairs in the direction of their home gym. Chris breathing began to return to normal as he heard his mother’s footsteps retreat back down the stairs. “James is that you? CHRIST JAMES! What the hell happened to you?!?” Chris heard the gym door close and didn’t hear his father’s response. Curious, Chris began heading down the stairs to see what had startled his mother so much about his dad. “Fuck it, I will find out later. I have a body to grow.” With that said Chris turned around and headed back up the stairs with rope in hand. Chris returned to his bedroom and closed the door, making sure to not slam it, he didn’t want to awaken the muscle beast lying on his bed. Chris approached the bed and reached underneath one of Derrick’s thick hard calves. He wrapped the rope around it, making a noose and slowly tightening it. Chris lowered the first leg and repeated the process with the other. He tied the first rope holding Derek’s legs, firmly to the underside of the bed so he wouldn’t be able to kick. Next Chris used the same noose technique on Derek’s hands tightening the rope connecting them under the bed. Chris then tied a rope underneath the bed and wrapped it around underneath Derek’s bulging pecs so it would help stabilize his torso to the bed. To get the party started, Chris slapped Derek across the face. “Wakey, wakey asshole. Time to pay me back what you stole and then some.” Derek startled and sucked in air as he came to. The rope around his torso creaking as he drew in the sharp breath. Derek yanked at the line holding his hands tied together and realized he wasn’t strong enough to break free. “What the fuck do you want Chris?” Derek said in a panicked voice. “Oh you know exactly what I want, and you’re going to give it to me!” Chris reached down and began fondling Derek’s massive python. Even soft it was enough to fill both of Chris’s hands. Chris massaged Derek’s dick for a while and got no reaction. “I won’t give you what you want Chris. This is my body now. My muscles. My dick.” “You see Derek, that’s where you’re wrong. If you remember correctly, you were nothing when you came into my house and I was everything. I was a god. Now I’m going to take my god status back whether you are going to comply or not.” Chris jumped off the bed and walked into his bathroom. “How did he regain that size? He looks as big as I did before I stole his muscles.” Derek wondered out loud as Chris returned with a bottle in his hand. He set the bottle on his night stand next to Derek’s head. Chris then picked a bottle up off the floor, Derek instantly recognized the bottle. Chris popped the lid off, dropping a black pill into his hand. “Let’s see, I took this last time and lost everything. So now if you take it, I will gain everything back.” “Chris, you don’t have to do this! Look how good you look now! With a little time in the gym you could be back to your old size in no time.” Derek pleaded as Chris straddled Derek’s torso again. Chris leaned forward with the pill in his hand as he tried to push it into Derek’s mouth. “See that’s the thing Derek, why work hard for something when I can just have it now pain free?” With that Chris swung his fist into Derek’s nose, breaking it and causing blood to gush out. “AHHHH------mffffffmmm” Derek had begun to scream when Chris shaved his hand over Derek’s mouth. Derek barely felt the pills drop into his mouth as he began to run out of air. His nose was bleeding so much he couldn’t breathe through it. He had no choice but to swallow if he wanted to live. Derek swallowed the pills as tears began rolling down the side of his cheeks. Knowing he had sealed his fate and that Chris would soon take everything back. Chris reached his hand up and wiped away Derek’s tears. “Don’t worry Derek, from here on out I promise it will be quick and painless.” Derek jerked his head away from Chris’s hand. “Well, if it’s going to be like that. I was going to let you keep some of your size, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll drain you till you’re hotter than Stacy.” On cue Derek felt his massive dick begin to pulse to life. He could feel each heartbeat throb through the entire length as it thickened and elongated, quickly arching its way up Chris’s back. “How the fuck am I hard?!?” Chris got a slight grin to his face, “Well, back before I started taking my father’s experimental drugs, I took a lot of steroids and I had no clue what I was doing. Let’s just say a heavy dose of testosterone with no p.c.t. left my balls and libido empty. So I got a prescription to Cialis. So you shouldn’t have a ‘hard’ time with getting an erection tonight.” Chris began laughing at his own joke as he reached behind him and began stroking the throbbing monster of a dick that Derrick possessed. Derek threw his head back and began moaning as Chris continued stroking his dick. “I think I want my dick in that hat tight ass of yours so you can feel what it’s like to be dominated by a real man. I want you to feel me inside you as I grow to mythical proportions.” As Chris was saying this he reached for the bottle on the night stand, clearly labeled Cialis. “You’ve had your medicine, time for mine.” Chris popped a pill into his mouth and swallowed. Chris wiggled himself backwards along Derek’s dick, until he was almost past Derek’s knees when his dick finally sprang up and smacked into his thick pecs. Pre-cum flew everywhere when his dick smacked his chest, giving his chest a nice shiny sheen. Chris reached forward, leaning against Derek’s dick as he massaged the pre-cum into Derek’s pecs making them look like they had just been oiled. Chris slid his hands over to Derek’s massive orb like biceps and began groping them. As he did, Derek couldn’t help himself but give them a flex to see how big they were. He could only lift his arm so far until his restraints brought him back to reality. Chris let out a slight moan feeling the bicep push his hand apart. Although Chris hadn’t moved, Derek could feel Chris’s bulbous Dick head pushing against his ass cheeks. Derek’s dick throbbed at the thought of being penetrated by the high school quarterback. A huge glob of pre-cum oozed out of his dick head and into the valley of his pecs. Without missing a beat, Chris leaned in and sucked up all the pre from the cleft between Derek’s pecs. The sound of slurping coming from Chris made Derek mad at the thought that he almost wanted Chris to grow larger. Derek knew that was the Cialis talking, it was making him so horny it was hard to think straight. Derek didn’t have to wait much longer as he could feel Chris’s body weight slightly increasing on top of his own. He felt his own back slowly slide across the sheets, but only a little. What really made Derek pay notice was that Chris’s dick was sliding past his ass cheeks and pushing at his hole. Derek could feel pre leaking out of Chris’s dick, making his hole slick and ready to be entered. Derek moaned again as he could feel his heartbeat pulse through the length of his entire dick which was almost a ridiculous two feet in length. Chris wrapped his mouth over the head of Derek’s dick this time as he was rewarded with another glob of pre-cum. Again Derek could feel Chris’s weight increase just slightly and he felt his own slightly diminish, but the cherry on top was the fact that Chris’s dick pulsed at his ass hole as it pushed right in with a pop as the head of his dick began to pulse inside his ass. That was all it took for Derek, his breathing quickened as the ropes holding his torso creaked and whined as he forced his hips up off the bed. Chris felt it right as Derek’s cock head throbbed in his mouth Chris could feel Derek’s balls pull up tight in his scrotum as he began to unleash his torrent of cream into the back of Chris’s throat. Chris could feel Derek shrinking smaller as each pulse of cum shot down his throat, filling him with a warm energy that couldn’t be explained. Derek’s dick got easier to fit in his mouth as it shrank down to a more manageable 18 inches. Before he forgot, Chris grabbed another pill and quickly shoved it into Derek’s mouth. Derek, having accepted his fate, swallowed, not wanting to anger the growing beast on top of him. Derek instantly began to moan into Chris’s hand as he could feel Chris’s rigid cock unreel further inside his ass, pushing his ass hole wider as Chris’s already impressive eight incher grew into a thick veiny foot long schlong. “Fuck Yeah! This feels incredible!” Chris in a state of euphoric bliss, began bouncing his pecs as they filled with more muscle. Pushing his already swollen nipples further down his burgeoning meat pillows. Chris reached up and tweaked his nipples and Derek watched as Chris’s arms throbbed thicker and thicker, veins exploding all over the orb of muscle that was beginning to amass on his upper arm. Chris pulled down on his nipples as he felt his ass and legs inflate with more muscle. With his rock hard ass, Chris pushed his hips forward, driving his throbbing dick further into Derek’s ass. As if on cue Derek began moaning as Chris continued to push his dick in to Derek’s hungry hole. “Yeah! You like that you little bitch?” Chris asked with an evil smirk on his face. Even though Derek still had some size on Chris, it wouldn’t take long to even the playing field. Wanting to speed up the process, Chris buried his thick cock to the hilt and simultaneously dove onto Derek’s still hard and throbbing dick. “HOLY FUCK! FUCK ME!” Derek couldn’t hold back as he felt his second orgasm rush up the length of his dick. Chris, already there to collect his sweet bounty began guzzling down cum. Surprised at how much shot out this time, Chris pulled off to catch his breath, allowing cum to shoot up onto Derek’s pecs. Chris swallowed Derek’s cock head back into his mouth to catch the rest of the precious seed that Derek’s dick had to offer. Derek felt his back slide against the sheets as he grew smaller. His once pro IFBB body was slowly getting smaller until finally it stopped. He was now close to the size of an amateur bodybuilder. Derek’s once magnificent arms were now about 18 inches. Still impressive by any standard, but not as big as he liked. What pulled Derek out of his inventory of his own body was the fact that he could now see over his diminished pecs, and what he saw before him was amazing. Before Derek was a true Adonis, a god if you will. Chris had the body of a Greek god as he continued to swell larger. Chris was getting off on his own body as it glistened with sweat. His abs undulated as an 8th row began to form. The sweat ran down from his bulging traps over his boulder like pecs and then dripped off his nipple onto his turgid cock that was inflating inside Derek’s ass even more. Derek moaned as he watched Chris pull an arm up and flex. Derek watched as the peak went from 21 inches to 22 inches. “FUCK YEAH! LOOK AT THEM GROWING EVEN LARGER!!!” It was too much for Chris as he began shooting his load into Derek’s ass, filling it with his seed. Chris flexed his whole upper body in a most muscular. Derek could feel himself on the edge of another orgasm already. Sensing this, Chris grabbed another black pill and brought it up to Derek’s mouth. “Is that really necessary Chris? You’re already massive. Please let me keep what I have left!” Derek pleaded as tears began to build up in his eyes. Chris pushed the pill against Derek’s lips, but he refused to open. ***CRACK*** Chris back handed Derek across the face “MOTHER FUCKER DID I ASK YOU TO TAKE IT? I’M TELLING YOU TO TAKE IT, NOW OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!” Chris’s neck bulged with veins as a new hunger took hold of him. Derek could see it in Chris’s eyes and now feared for his life. With tears streaming down his cheeks again, Derek opened his mouth and accepted the pill from Chris. Chris instantly began sucking Derek’s dick again. Harder and faster than ever before. Derek had to think of something and fast before it was too late. Derek began wiggling his arms and realized that his right arms restraint had become loose, but it wasn’t loose enough to get his arm free. With Derek’s dick in his mouth, Chris began fucking Derek’s ass hard and fast. Derek’s eye’s rolled back into his head as he felt his orgasm near, but did his best to hold it off so he could think up a plan of escape. Chris began getting impatient, so he reached his hand down and wrapped it around Derek’s scrotum. Testicles still the size of baseballs, Chris began to squeeze hard. Derek instantly began shooting his pent up load in a combination of pain and pleasure. Chris unknowingly began squeezing harder as Derek’s sperm caused a spike in his strength. Derek in serious pain now, reached his hand down and grabbed hold of Chris’s wrist to try and get him to let go. As Derek’s hand tugged on Chris’s wrist, they both realized at the same time that Derek’s hand was free. Chris, still sucking on Derek’s dick tried to grab for his free hand as Derek reached for the lamp on the bed side table. Derek grasped the lamp and swung it at Chris’s head causing it to shatter and blind Chris. “FUCKING FUCK!” Chris pulled off of Derek’s dick as he yelled in pain as the shattered glass momentarily blinded him. Chris reached his hands up to shield his eyes, when he did Derek reached up and punched Chris in the scrotum. Chris fell back in pain as one hand covered his eyes and the other grabbed onto his balls. As Chris fell back his gargantuan dick popped out of Derek’s ass along with all of the jizz that had built up inside from his ejaculations. As the last of his cum dribbled from his dick, Derek reached over and untied his other arm. Then he slid under the ropes, once tight around his torso, now clung loosely to him. Derek looked over at Chris who had fallen to the floor in his painful agony, as he hurriedly untied his ankles form the restraints. Derek was mesmerized as he watched Chris stand back up to his full height. He towered over the bed and the truly scary thing was, he was still growing from his last feeding. Derek was in awe as Chris’s dick throbbed even larger in front of him. Still unable to see, Chris began groping around trying to feel for the bed. Chris’s hand finally found the edge of the bed as his growth came to a halt. He had grown far beyond what Derek once possessed. Standing in front of Derek was a man that could win any professional bodybuilding show, no one could come close. His arms were at least 25 inches now as thick veins snaked their way down to forearms that were the size of Derek’s newly diminished arms. Chris’s pecs were so grotesquely massive that his nipples had all but disappeared from view beneath their hard veiny mass. His legs were a whole other story as they were bigger around than his waist. They had to be close to 40 inches. They were ripped and striated and they bulged as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he got closer to the bed. Not realizing how close Chris really was, Derek felt something brush against his leg. Derek was quickly jerked across the bed by an unbelievable force. “I’m GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” Chris grabbed Derek by the throat and pinned him to the bed. Derek could feel Chris’s grip grow tighter around his neck as his vision began to blur. Derek began flailing and as he did his hand caught something. It was a bottle of pills. He sent them flying off the bed and into the wall across the room. Chris turned towards the sound still unable to see, Derek took this opportunity as the last of his consciousness slowly faded, he swung his leg up with all his might and connected his shin right into Chris’s right testicle. Derek heard a pop sound as Chris fell down to his knees using both hands to grasp his damaged testicle. Derek gasped from breath, consciousness quickly returning as air filled his lungs again. He realized it hurt to breath, but Derek had no time to think about that at the moment. Right now Derek knew he needed to get the hell out of there. Derek jumped off the bed and ran for the door, but before he left he remembered the bottle of pills that hit the wall. Derek turned and quickly surveyed the room finding the open bottle with pills scattered across the carpet. Derek rushed to the bottle and began dropping pills back into the bottle. Satisfied he had got them all, Derek stood up just as Chris lunged in his direction. Derek dodged Chris as he ran head first into the wall, knocking him out cold. Derek sprinted out the door as he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt he had found on the desk as he exited the room. Derek shoved the bottle of pills in his pocket and took off down the stairs and out the door as he heard an unfamiliar manly voice from somewhere in the house. “Christopher honey is that you?”

Midnight growth “This story was made because an ideas when i came across some art i found online. I hope you will enjoy it” Brian and Mike Introduction Hello! My Name is Brian and my roommate name is Mike. We live together in a studio apartment just a block from our collage. Mike and i are best friend, we play games together, share the same hobby,I help him sometimes and he help me sometimes. But we still keep some secrets to ourself. You know Big secrets, like i have a fetish in muscle, or i’m gay. I know it’s a big thing, but i like to keep thing this way. Mike is a cool type of guy, he like to learn and complete challenges, he love to read, play games, but he doesn’t like sport, so naturally he doesn’t like go to gym. But in these couple of days he’s starting to change, He usually wake up at 5 or 6, but now he always wake up at nine or ten. He started to complain that everything feel hotter, complain that his cloths are tighter and complain in little things like how the weight scale isn’t accurate. he start to do stuff he personally won’t do, like trying to do a wall climb, sleep early and other little things. Okay and the other thing interest me is his body. he always have a skinny body. but now, every time i see him while he’s changing and complaining about his cloth. his body muscle definition started showing and his muscle stated to bulge, he isn’t skinny anymore. I think this is the effect of his wall climbing session, but it’s to drastic. i hope he isn’t taking anything Illegal. I know that people change, personally i like this change and it doesn’t concern me at all. it meant that he started to improve his life and trying things out. But I hope it won’t change our friendship and i hope he won’t leave me behind. Day 14 - Since “the changing” Usually if you are a collage student, you have a lot of homework and you’re right i have a lot of homework. today, my lecturer give me a lot of things to analyse. So I make some tea and turn up my Spotify and hit the books. it’s still about 10.00 PM and mike is already sleep in his bed. he started to sleep shirtless because he started to complain that the room cooling is broken but it’s freezing cold for me. I look at him. *wow, his face is cute and his body definition is really starting to showing. look at his pec, i hope it will became juicier… WHAT THE HELL I’M THINKING, MUST CONTINUE STUDY!!* so, i quickly turn, turn up the volume, and pass thorough the night. 1 AM, I’m almost finish my study, than suddenly… “ahhh… AHHHHH… AAAAHHHHH…” mike moaning *HOLY SHIT MIKE, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU MOANING SO LOUDLY?! * “AH…AHHH…AAAAHHHHH” Mike moaning again I Look behind, and see mike still sleeping but moaning and with his both hand on the sheet. I relief, i stand up and walk to him slowly and preparing a speech to not moan so loudly. but when i look closer, his fae and chest looks very red. then i touch him and it felt very hot. I quickly grab a towel and soak it in a cold water, than put it on top of his forehead. “Erghhh…” Mike grumble “Shut up… I’m helping you here…”Brian “AHH…” Mike moaning “Will you please stop moaning…” Brian I suddently swipe his nipple while putting back the towel “AHHHHHHH… HAH… Haahhh… ah…” Mike “SORRY, I didn’t know yours are very sensitive” Brian talking to himself He look over to his chest, and weird things are happening. his chest are rising and lowering. And FUCK, it’s bigger than before, and it seems that the thing is still rising and filling. knowing that he is still in a deep and trance state, i take the risk and start to touch his chest. my god his pecs feel out of place, it feels and look so full and filled. i start to touch it and trying to move my hands gently through that hair living chest. I used the cold water to make it more shiner and smoother. my god his pecs look so beautiful and it feel so good, it’s hard and firm. I look up, and I started to observe his face. while i observe, i started to gently squeeze one of his pecs. “ahh… “ Mike moan but still unconscious Then I start to squeeze both of them, he kept moaning but he’s still unconscous. then start to rubbed my face in it and message it harder. the feel of the heat, the movement and the firmness of that pec, in my face, make mine so hard. my god it feels like i’m in heaven. Mike’s moan also became louder, and it sound so beautiful. I want to punch his chest to feel how strong it really is, but it’s to risky. So started to play with his nipples, I pinched it, touch it,squeeze it, twist it and boy did the boy react. his body started to move and grumble, his pec’s and chest start to rise and lower with a very aggressive tempo. “AHHHHH… AHHHHHRRHHH… AHHHHHHHH… HAAAA…URGHH… HAAAHH…” Mike Moaning His moaning feel like his being given the best blow job that a man could have. but i still keep messaging those pecs and playing those nipple, because they are so delicious… His chest and pecs suddenly rise from the mattress and… “AAAAHHHHH… AHHHHHHHHHHHH… AAAAARRRGGHHHHHH…”MIKE MOAN AND CUM I could see his brief starting to absorb the substance *HOLY SHIT I JUST MAKE A GUY CUM* After that, Mike now starting to breath more normally;he starting to return to a normal sleeping state and his chest tempo start to lower. without much thought, I quickly go to the toilet, clean my self up and go to sleep. hoping and making scenario what would happen in the next day. To be Continue… (Hey guys, here is my second try posting my story here... hope that you like it and if you have some idea to make it more hotter and correction to make it more readable. please let me know, Thank You!)

Hey. I expect this to be a short story. Sorry if my english is bad or if I lack of vocabulary, but I actually speak spanish. I have to say that I have a weird attraction to Sokka from "Avatar: The Last Airbender" and I always got excited everytime he showed up in the show... specially when he was half naked. Then "The Legend of Korra" came out (and I have to say that Bolin was even more hotter than Sokka for me) and I saw the "adult" Sokka version in a picture, and he was a lot more muscular! So yeah, I always wanted him to be strong and well-muscled when he was younger in the show (specially because of his kind of "male" personality). So my story will happen in the time before Aang defeated the Fire Lord Sozin Ozai. I hope you like it... ----------------------------------------------- It was a hot day in the Fire Nation. Sokka and Katara were taking a break in the camp while Toph and Aang went training earthbending to a mountain close to there. Katara was brushing Appa, immerse in her thoughts, and she wasn't paying attention to his brother. Sokka, as he usually did, was eating the hunting for that morning. The day was so hot that the boy was shirtless and he was a little sweaty. Sokka started eating slowly, but then he started eating so fast and with the mouth open that the noise started annoying Katara. -Could you stop that? -exclaimed Katara with a upset tone. Sokka suddenly stop and saw Katara with a borring expression. -A man need to eat to grow big and strong -and he started chewing again. Katara frowned mad and walked to his brother. -Yes, but you could eat like a civilized man! -she said. Sokka standed up and watched Katara to the eyes. She got a little nervous considering that his brother had growth in high in the past months. But she still had her water AND blood bending. -Don´t make me tell you more than one time -said Katara and put her hand in her water container. Suddenly Sokka got angry. -You think you can tell me what to do just because you have powers? -screamed the boy- I am tired of this. I am tired of all you treating me like if I were unuseful! -I... I didn´t want to... I wasn´t... I didn´t know that... -babbled Katara. -You know what? I am done -said Sokka, now a little sad instead of angry- I guess "Team Avatar" cant succeed without the unuseful non-bender. I am leaving. He picked up his clothes and his boomerang and walked away. Katara stood there, without knowing what just happened. -Sokka, wait! -said when she finally reacted. Sokka didn´t answer and kept walking. -You can't go! You can't be serious! -said Katara not believing that because of and stupid and childish fight Sokka wanted to go. Sokka was now walking too far away. Katara didn´t know what to do. Run after him? She couldn't bring him back with just pulling him back. He was so much stronger than her. Using the waterbender? No, that just would make him get more angry. Katara was so desperate that she didn´t know what she was doing. She raised her hands and suddenly Sokka stopped. Sokka levitated back to the camp. He wasn't able to move. -Are you using your blood bending on me? Are you kidding? -said Sokka trying to get free. In a few seconds Sokka was just in front of Katara, looking at her with a very angry face. -I am sorry -said Katara, keeping her bloodbending on Sokka- But we need you brother. I need you. Sokka just looked down. -Ok, just stop bending on me -murmured the boy. Katara smiled and tried to stop bending Sokka. But she couldn´t. -I... I can´t -said Katara without understanding. -What do you mean you can´t? -exclaimed Sokka and looked scared to her sister. -I mean I CAN´T -said Katara- My hands don't respond. Suddenly Sokka closed his blue eyes and growled. -Katara... I... I feel weird. I can hear my heart in my head -said starting to breathe faster and clenching his fists The hands of Katara started shaking. Sokka finally stopped levitating and standed on the floor, but he still couldn´t move. Sokka screamed, but more manly than he used to do. Katara open her eyes, impressed on seeing how his brother started getting transformed. She could feel her bending on him, like if all her power was being canalized to him. -I... I feel... AWESOME! -exclaimed Sokka opening his eyes. The blue on his iris looked like if they were lighting thunder. Katara opened her mouth. -Oh... wow... -she said. Sokka smiled while his chest was going up and down with a strong breathing. He was all sweaty and his tan skin looked amazing. Sokka gasped manly and strong, with a lot of pleasure on his voice. The boy smiled more and more while he saw his muscles getting bigger and stronger. His abs were the first in tranformate. The stomach got hard and lean. Then a six pack appeared, stronger and harder than ever. But when Sokka laughed, happy of that change, the abs made a sound of stretching and a eight pack was now on his stomach, making some veins appear in the lower abs. -More, more! -said Sokka flexing his abs and biting his lips with pleasure. His wishes came true and now a twelve pack made its appearance on the boys stomach. Sokka smiled happer than ever and flexed his abs, proud of them. -This is SO GOOD! -said and started massaging his cock making it got hard. Katara, unconsciously, started to get pleasure too. She never had realized how hot his brother was (principally because he was his brother) but now she couldn't resist to those beautiful blue eyes, that perfect skin and that long and manly hair cut. She couldn´t avoid watching his new and incredible hard and definited abs, strong like rocks. -Sokka... since... since when you are so... so... HOT? -said Katara and unconsciously her bending increased on Sokka. Hearing that from his sister made Sokka feel more manly and big. More powerful. He looked at his abs and his cock raised straight up like a sword. -Yes... Yes! I am so hot! -exclaimed Sokka and his arms raised with the blood bending of Katara, but it was Sokka go flexed his biceps. The muscles of his arms and his chest started growing at the same time. His chest became two nice pectorales so big that they looked like if they were going to explote. The muscles got so hard that immediately they were incredible shredded and harder than the strongest metal. The biceps also growth enormous. The got like to big and spherical balls, strong a powerful. Also the triceps were now shredded and hard. The forearms were huge and a lot of throbbing veins were all through the arms. -Oh yeah! -said Sokka and flexed harder. With this action the arms and chest muscles shaked and they growth a little more, getting stronger and harder than ever. Sokka was now irresistible to Katara, and his sister was crying of joy of seeing that beautiful and powerful man. -If I were awesome now -said Sokka- Now I am absolutely perfect! Even Zuko, Combustion Man or the fire lord Ozai would look small next to me! Now nobody can beat me with this power! -the boy flexed again his biceps and his muscles (abs, chest and arms) making them growth and making a few new veins appear making Sokka scream of joy and pleasure. His cock was harder than ever under the pants, and Sokka was sure that it was actually bigger. Then suddenly Aang appeared from nowhere. -Hey guys! Toph had to to stay a little longer there because... -then he saw Sokka and Katara and opened a lot his eyes- Sokka! What... what happened to... to you? Sokka just smiled and flexed his chest, making it growth bigger ans stronger. Katara didn´t see Aang, she was so inmerse looking at Sokka. -I... I don´t understand... -said Aang getting hypnotized of the perfection of Sokka. Sokka looked at him at the eyes with his blue eyes and a perfect smile on his face and instantly the dick of Aang raised under his pants. -Oh... -only said Aang and he walked to Sokka like if he was possessed. He touched the biceps of Sokka while the south water tribe boy flexed his muscles and breath strong and deep. Aang couldn´t resist and started kissing the body of Sokka. This made Katara trun on a lot and she increased her bending on Sokka, making her feel weak but more excited. Sokka closed his eyes, inmerse in pleasure and smiled. His legs now started growing. The thighs and the bulge in his pants got so huge that the pants ripped, leaving Sokka only in underpants. His dick was so large and hard that even the underpants looked like going to get ripped in any time, but they resisted. Aang couldn't resist and kissed faster, making both, Sokka and him, feel the most pleasure ever in their lives. All Kataras body was shaking with pleasure and excitemente, but she increase her bending on Sokka making his legs growth like trunks. -Yeeees! -said Sokka flexing more his biceps and feeling how poweful his legs became. The muscles of this calves were divided of pure muscle and a had lot of veins. The completely legs were so huge that could had break the head of someone with just their strength. Sokka started flexing all his body, and every muscle he flexed got bigger, stronger and harder. He felt powerful, able to do everything... and defeat everyone. His body was getting stronger and stronger every second. But finally Katara stoped bending and faint. Sokka took a look to his body while Aang was kissing him. -I am so strong! So huge! -said and flexed all his muscles. He looked so powerful and sexy. Aang couldn´t resist tocuhing and feeling every muscles of Sokka, getting more and more pleasure in both of them. Sokka had a great cocky smile on his face. His cock was gigantic now and still getting harder while Aang was kissing and massaging every part of his body. Sokka caressed the head of Aang, feeling even superior and powerful than the Avatar. -You are afraid of your destiny, right Aang? -said Sokka- Don´t worry, I am powerful than anyone of all the four nations. I will defeat the Fire Lord by myself. Aang didn´t even hear Sokka, he was so excited and fascinated with his body, kissing and touching it. Sokka laughed and keep flexing his huge and strong muscles, kissing them time to time, making them emanate power and making his cock be raised hard. Nothing worried him anyemore. Not the Fire Nation, not anyone. Because now he was powerful. Now he was invincible.

Chapter One "And finally, place rod ZZZAB into holder ZZZAC!" As Charles inserted the rod into the holder, he stepped back with a sigh of contentment. It had taken the best part of six months to construct but it was now finished. An exact copy of his great grandfather's plans for what he dubbed in 1910 "a machine of the ages". The plans had been stuffed away at the bottom of a trunk in the attic ever since the family had bought the house back in 1909, the year before his great grandfather vanished from the face of the Earth. The official report, given to the local police by his friend Arthur Wright, just didn't gel with him. It sounded too perfect. His great grandfather had been working late one night doing some research (with Arthur and another friend John Pollard there as well) when suddenly there was an expolsion and a fire never before seen engulfed the house. Arthur and John barely managed to escape with their lives but the house was burnt to the ground and his great grandfather died in the fire. However, there were two things wrong with this. One, the same night John was admitted to an institution and two, no body was ever found. This, coupled with the plans, led Charles to believe that no body and this machine had to be connected in some way. But how? He was going to have to find out, but he reasoned that in order to find out he could not use it himself (otherwise the mystery would never be solved) and so he decided to use a guinea pig. In reality, he couldn't find one so opted for a frog that was sitting on the garden pond. He placed it inside the chamber and following the instructions, switched on the machine. According to the notes he had found with the plans, his great grandfather had a theory that cosmic radiation from outer space made humans what they were and that if they were concentrated in a single area it would be possible to witness huge strides in mere minutes. As he watched the chamber, that appeared to be the case as the frog started to change shape. It seemed to get bigger, and bigger and bigger until it was so big it resembled a salamander that was as big as a man. Switching the machine off, Charles stared in disbelief and consulted the plans again. Looking at the machine he realised that he had placed a crucial element in back to front and so turning it around switched the machine on again. This time the salamander like creature shrank and was soon a frog again. As soon as he saw this, Charles came to a frightful realisation. His great grandfather had not been killed in a fire, he had used the machine on himself and had either evolved to nothing or devolved to nothing. Charles, perhaps not thinking first, instantly penned a letter to the Royal Society demanding that his great grandfather's research be vindicated. Sadly, the letter went viral when it was published with people thinking it was a massive joke and that's how George came across it. George was one of the best role players online. It was claimed that all you need to give him was a starting point, a finishing point and a length of time and he could come up with a role play that lasted an hour virtually on the spot. His favourite role play was being turned into a caveman and when he read the letter, he couldn't stop himself and sent an e-mail to the person who wrote the letter which went along these lines: "Oh fuck, that is the hottest thing I have ever read online. Fuck, I'm still rock hard an hour after reading it. Turning something into it's prehistoric version, oh fuck, it's , oh fuck, it's the most wonderful thing in the world. Please, oh fuck, please, oh fucking fuck, please, oh fucking fuck fuck, tell me it's true. I want to be devolved into a caveman, lose my intelligence and become nothing more than a mindless zombie. Please, tell me it's true!" When Charles read the e-mail, his mind reeled. This was the answer to his problem. He could test his machine on this willing volunteer and confirm whether or not his great grandfather did perish by his own invention and so he replied confirming it was and inviting George to spend the weekend with him. The reply was an MP3 file with a single word which was screamed to the rafters. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Case A: Clive sits awkwardly with his 28-year-old bodybuilder boyfriend in an incredibly spacious doctor’s office lobby that looks like it used to be a warehouse. A thickly muscled receptionist sits behind an immensely impressive desk with his office equipment surrounding him. Other patients waiting in the lobby can’t help but to stare at him as he sometimes bounces his huge meaty pecs and rubs his massive guns as he does his work on the computer terminals. The lovers haven’t checked in yet either because Clive is concerned that he will be laughed at when they go to talk to the receptionist. “I don’t feel comfortable with this Jasper. It just feels too…..weird, don’t you think?” The 27-year-old muscle stud hugs his partner tightly before he gets up from his seat. “We discussed this a thousand times Clive. Let’s just see what Dr. Darkori can do for us. He comes highly recommended.” His smaller boyfriend stands up with him as they both walk up to the receptionist’s desk. The huge musclebound man looks up at them and smiles. His brightly-colored green eyes are heightened by the contacts he is wearing. His gorgeous scruffy face has a noticeable dimple in the cleft of his chin. Clive is busy staring at the man’s mammoth 23” gun as he types which is barely contained inside his skin tight flannel shirt. His veins are literally as big as garden hoses. The man speaks. “What is your name dude?” Jasper elbows him in his side to snap Clive out of his zoning. The man grunts as he tenses his right arm. The huge boulder shreds the fabric as it emerges victorious from its prison. He then laughs a little bit. “Heh, sorry about that, let me look your name up for you man.” Jasper chimes in. “His name is Clive Garretty. I’m Jasper Andersson. We are here to see Dr. Darkori about an issue we discussed with our primary doctor.” The man continues to smile and then speaks again. “Yeah I found your names. You both wanted to talk to him about conceiving a man baby. I’m here to tell you, Seth is a miracle worker. I may not look it, but just a few months ago, I was a twig. I have worked here for almost a year and one day he stopped by and talked to me about trying out a new serum that he was developing. I thought why not. Well…..I had no idea it would physically change me over a matter of hours. A word of caution though when he comes out here to meet you, he is a bit different looking so don’t be alarmed when you see him at first.” The door that enters into a nearby hallway for the exam rooms opens as a patient comes walking out looking quite pleased. They are a bit sweaty and their clothes look as if they are painted on them. The receptionist takes a clipboard from the patient and waves goodbye as an extremely hunky red-skinned man follows behind them. He is wearing a white lab coat which hugs his body perfectly. He is quite fit, but not overly developed as Clive inadvertently stares at the man’s vascular forearms and his nicely shaped biceps that are hugging his short sleeves. The man smiles at them, which gets a few soft moaning sounds from both Clive and Jasper. He then says a few words to the receptionist. “Armand, he doesn’t need to come back for the time being. *turns to look at the two men standing beside him* Hello guys. *puts his hand out to shake Clive’s* How are you doing today?” He squeezes the lighter skinned man’s hand which sends shivers up and down Clive’s spine. The receptionist, Armand, hands the doctor another clipboard with his free hand as he lets go of Clive’s hand. He then turns around as the two lighter-skinned men follow him down the hallway. They end up in a fairly large room with an exam table that is halfway vertical. He points to two chairs that are in front of his desk. They both sit down as he does the same behind the table. “First off, I will tell you both that my name is Seth Darkori. I am known as a doctor of rare and unusual ailments. They don’t really have a classification for the type of treatment that I do because a lot of it is experimental. I am proud to say that I have successfully changed the lives of most if not all of my patients. Most of my patients call me the muscle doctor for good reason. I am pretty obsessed with transforming people into their true forms. *looks at their file and then looks up* So, your names are Clive and Jasper. I want both of you to give me your reasoning behind wanting to conceive another human being.” Clive begins to speak but Jasper stops him to chime in. “Well, it is something that me and my partner have talked about for a very long time. It seemed impossible until we talked to one of your former patients about the miracles that you perform. I was strongly against it because I wanted my relationship to develop with Clive for a while before we decided to take it further. Now that we have been dating for a few years, I feel like we can move forward with this big decision.” Seth gets up and walks over to the exam table. The two men turn to look at him as he slaps the loose paper on top of the table. “Let me take a look at both of you before we go any further. My assistant isn’t here today so I will do the vitals. Why don’t I check you first Jasper since you look like you have spent some time in the gym. Since this is going to be an extremely thorough exam, I will need for both of you to strip to your underwear.” The two men look at each other for a few moments, shrug their shoulders, and strip off their clothes. Jasper walks over and sits on the table. The fur on his body does little to conceal the 235 pounds of power under his skin. Seth smiles as he watches the doctor take his blood pressure and run his fingers along Jasper’s body to check for lumps under the skin. “You take amazing care of yourself Jasper. Now I am going to do something unusual. I am going to check and see which one of you is lucky enough to be the host of the conception gene and which one should be the recipient of the new child. This may stimulate you both a bit. I will do the same kind of test on you as well Clive so just hold on.” The doctor puts his hands just above the top of Jasper’s tight underwear. His thick beercan cock hugs just underneath the waistband. Seth pushes down on his pelvic area and runs his fingers along the tight muscles before tracing them all the way up along his abdominal cavity. He then moves his fingers down each huge ab and lightly punches them. Jasper gasps a couple of times as Seth winks at him. “Sorry, I just had to get that one in. Until I examine your partner Jasper, you would be an amazing candidate for birthing. Your core is astoundingly strong. Okay, let me have a go at Clive now.” Jasper gets down as Clive walks over to get on the table. The doctor performs the same criteria with him only this time he looks over at Jasper. “I am going to have to look at Clive’s cock Jasper. Is that okay with you?” Jasper nods his head yes. “Okay Clive, time to take it all off.” The thinner, but lean muscled man stands back up to strip his underwear off. His long cock dangles as he sits back down. Seth sits it on Clive’s leg as he goes to get some gloves. He comes back with some lube as well as he puts some of it on his gloves as he rubs it along each finger. He then massages along Clive’s shaft and balls. The man sighs as the doctor strokes him a few times to make his cock grow a little. “Do you produce a lot of precum Clive? I want to see if your child making ability needs any boost or not.” He strokes him a few more times and squeezes his cockhead. A few beads of precum flow out as the doctor makes a few ‘uh huhs’. Jasper is getting quite turned on by this now as his cock pushes its way out the top of his underwear. He pulls them off to let his cock bounce a few times. The doctor smiles as he swipes the precum off Clive’s cockhead. “I see this is starting to turn both of you on. Perhaps we should move on to the next phase then. I have determined that Clive here should be the carrier and you Jasper should be the host of the child. Now there are two methods for conception. The first is not as successful as the second method. I can either inject you Clive with a serum that will have about a 50% chance of working or another process that is more inside the 80-90% success bracket.” After just a few seconds, Clive says that he wants the second choice. The doctor points over to his right. “Okay, I will need both of you to go into the bathroom over there and clean your anuses out so we can proceed to the next step. There are enemas if you need them, but I think the shower should be sufficient for you both. I will prepare for the procedure while you two get ready.” As they enter the bathroom, Seth walks over to one of his cabinets and opens it to take out three vials of liquid. Each one has a different dosage and concentration of a male fertility drug that he has developed. He looks at one in particular before putting the other two back. He sighs a few times before opening a drawer and taking a syringe out. He plunges the needle into the vial and sucks up several ccs of the serum. He grabs a thick rubber band and wraps it around his left arm just above his bicep and below his big meaty red shoulder. He ties it with his teeth, which makes his huge veins swell up as they get to the surface. He takes his syringe and plunges it into the biggest vein in his arm. He then pushes the serum into the vein and grunts as he pulls it out and tosses it into the waste container along with the rubber band he just snapped off. His breathing is getting a bit labored now as he goes to walk over beside the bathroom to talk to both of them. “Okay…..I have to warn both of you. My appearance may look a bit different here in a few minutes.” The doctor’s muscles tense as he feels his cock and balls swelling in his pants. His hormones flood his body as the shirt under his lab coat shreds. His arms tear through his sleeves like paper as he bends over for a few seconds to let the serum take over his body. Numerous rips are heard as his grunts get louder. His pants are unable to contain the huge package he is holstering as it busts through the front and hangs freely as it dribbles precum all over the floor. He remembers to push a special button by one of the cabinets as a huge swooshing sound is heard from all around the room. The other two in the bathroom stop what they are doing for a few seconds to figure out what is going on. “What the hell was that?” Clive says. “I don’t know, let me go and find out.” Jasper tells him. As he leaves through doorway to go back into the exam room, he notices Dr. Darkori hunched down towards the floor and watches as each individual seam rips open exposing the red-skinned hulks ever expanding wet back muscles as they continue to grow. The doctor is practically nude now as a huge mass begins to protrude just above his massive glutes. It bursts open as a long and pointy black and red tail flaps a few times. Jasper jumps back in shock as the doctor turns to show off his enormous purplish member and his perfectly developed torso. A few more muscles are heard stretching before the doctor takes a few breaths. He tries to speak and seems to be gaining a little more control over his developing muscles. Seth’s voice is much deeper as he soaks the floor with his sweat and precum. “Uhhh…..whew!. This serum seems to be stronger than the last time I tried using it. Give me a few moments to get a handle on myself Jasper. I need Clive to get his ass out here right now though because I am beyond ready to move forward.” Jasper is in awe of just how big Seth has gotten. The gleaming red musculature mesmerizes him to the point that he wants to reach out and touch him, but he resists not knowing if the doctor is completely himself or not. “Oh my gawd Dr. Darkori, are you going to fuck both of us? I mean…..ummmm…..I think I am fine with this, but I don’t know about Clive?” The doctor seems a bit agitated but tries to stay calm. End of Part 1

So first time posting a story here. I jumped this chapter off a shoe store story on CYOC interactives. Didnt write set up part but the gist is Ryan, a small frail man, walks into a shoe store where the shopkeeper says that any shoe in the store is guaranteed to fit. What follows is a series of interactive chapters where he tries on several different sizes and types of shoes and transforms into what the wearer would look like. With that introduction, here is the chapter I wrote. As Ryan browesed through the endless rows of shoes, he came across a pair of cowboy boots. The tall kind that go all up over your calves. He looked at the bottom and saw they were size 13's. He always wanted to see how he would look in boots so he slipped them on. They were huge on him and he had tons of room to move in them. He stomped around like a toddler wearing his daddies boots. He started feeling a tingling in his feet. At that moment though, a bolt of lightning hit the store and traveled through the light in the dressing a struck him since the boots had some metal in the soles. The attendant was freaked out that he may had just killed a customer right when the transformation was beginning but when he peeked into the changing room, Ryan was still standing there. So he went about his business and let the transformation continue. Ryan however was feeling the effects of the Lightning. His feet were now tingling more and throbbing. The boots felt less and less roomy. Suddenly his feet started pressing against both the front, back, and sides of the monsterous boot. It was getting painful. He winced as his feet finally started ripping through the thick leather. His toes, heel, and sides just blew out the entire sole of the boot. He watched in horror as his feet were approaching flipper size. His socks were stretched so thin you could see skin through them. Finally those ripped as well and the growth slowed as his feet approached what looked like size 20's. Ryan didn't know what to do. His feet were now the size of a pro basketball players. He then felt a power course through his body like he had never felt before. It felt like an all over erection. He started hearing stretching sounds and something like running your hands over a balloon. He thought his feet were growing again, but as he looked down, his feet looked further away. He stood up straight and watched the top of the door approach his line of vision, match up with it, and then he was looking down at it. He looked in the mirror and only saw his torso which had elongated as well. His arms were approaching monkey length. If he had to guess, he had grown miraculously to about 7'3". He started freaking out. Not only had he been hit by lightning, but he had grown into a giant of a man in minutes. His clothes were tight on his because of the body growth but still intact thank god. The boots that had come up to his knees were now at about calve height. But the growth had stopped. Or so he thought. He started hearing the sounds again, but this time it was deeper and thicker. The bottom of his legs started feeling constricted. He looked down and saw his calves inflating to the size of footballs. His jeans and the boots were getting so tight on them but they just kept growing. Slowly he started hearing stitches popping and realized his jeans were ripping, however the boots were basically welded to his skin. Not for long. With a long, deep rip, the leather split and he saw the biggest calves he had ever seen. Take Eric Fankhouser and Ben Pakulski and put them together and they might come close. He would never be able to wear high socks again. His thighs were now experiencing the same tightness. As he saw layers and layers of muscle building, he again heard the popping sound. With a loud crack, and a flurry of fabric his gigantic thighs just made the jeans explode. And yet they kept growing. He winced in pain as they started to touch and squeeze his balls. He cupped his less than average package and had to pull and put it on top of his thighs. He didn't know how he was ever going to find pants that fit again. The jeans he was wearing had been rendered into daisy Dukes in minutes. Next, his stomach started to flip and flex. He pulled up his shirt to see a rock hard group of abs appear. They started to push out a bit but still were ripped and solid. He counted 10 abs. A fucking 10 pack. He didn't think that was possible. His arms started to experience the same tightness and he saw his forearms start to grow with solid beef. Not to be overshadowed, his biceps and triceps started to growth wildly out of control. He wasn't even flexing and he heard his shirt slowly start to rip from wrist to shoulder. He feared cut off of circulation, but his arms were having none of that. Veins snaked up and down his trunks of arms. Huge veins. His arms had to be 26" flexed of solid ripped muscle. He then started to feel like it was hard to breathe and it's because his shirt was starting to cut off everything due to his pecs, shoulders, and back and lats just exploding with size. At first there were sharp cracks of threads popping, like firecrackers. Then, his shirt just started ripping everywhere. It became ribbons and fluttered to the floor. Still he grew. His neck felt like he was being choked. He reached up and felt his neck triple in size. In fact, what neck. Everything was a column of muscle that went from one rock hard part to another. He felt like there was something stuck in his throat and reached and touched his throat. He felt a huge Adam's apple push out into his palm. "I can't fucking believe this" he said with such a deep voice it rumbled the mirror. Speaking of the mirror, he looked into it and saw a 7'3", easily 450 pound God. Every muscle was cut and defined. Veins were snaking all over his body. He felt then like someone kicked him in the groin. He looked down to see the front of his left over pants start to swell with something. That something was him. Tight pinching and pain followed as his throbbing meat grew and grew. Finally it ripped it's way out of the zipper and underwear. His balls had grown to the size of apples and his cock had grew halfway to his knees, which was huge considering his height. It also swelled and thickened. He started to get hard and it inched forward, or more like foot forward and thickened even more. He had to be 12" soft and 19" hard and thick as a beer can. His balls started churning his newly transformed sperm with new levels of testosterone. All of a sudden, an intense itching gripped his whole body. He looked down and even though he couldn't see past his massive shelf of a pec chest, he could see thousands of hair growing out of them. He knew by the feeling that they were growing all over. His legs, cock, abs, chest, shoulders, even some on his back. It was growing so dark and thick it was hard to see skin through. However it did not hide the powerful size and strength of his now gargantuan muscles. His face started itching intensely as a thick but tightly groomed beard grew out all over his cheeks. His beard even joined up with his chest hair to make one carpeted pelt. Looking at the mirror, he could see himself now in full glory. He was massively huge, in both height and muscularity, hung like a porn star, and covered head to toe in the sexiest black body hair. It was enough he could grab it by the handful. Problem was he was completely naked as his clothes had been destroyed in the transformation. He yelled at the top of his lungs and with his foghorn like voice said "I need help". The shopkeeper came running and as he approached the fitting room he saw the tops of the biggest and hairiest pecs he had ever seen. He went in and saw the giant that was now Ryan. Ryan said, in the deepest and sexiest voice the shopkeeper had ever heard, "what the fuck happened and how am I supposed to leave since my clothes are shredded?" The shopkeeper had no answer nor explanation. This has never happened before where they shoes didn't transform to fit perfectly. It must had been the Lightning. However, words were not what he wanted to be in his mouth. He immediately dropped down and started sucking the massive cock. He felt it grow in his mouth, stretching his lips apart, inching down his throat. He could barely get half chugged down and he was an experienced cock sucker. Ryan bellowed "I'm not feeling your mouth. Let's try your ass". He flipped the shop keeper around and ripped off his pants and started pushing his massive tool into the shopkeepers ass. It was hard at first but someone he took it. After about 5 minutes, with the work up of the transformation and seeing himself, Ryan screamed and shot load after load into the ass. Mirrors rattled. Shoes fell off the walls. Afterwards, the shopkeeper found clothes that barely fit Ryan but did clothe him. A pair of size 23 EEE cowboy boots, tight wranglers, a XXXXL flannel shirt which looked like it had been painted on, a jockstrap that was a gag, but still hardly contained the cock, and a cowboy hat. Ryan said "Thanks partner" as he exited the store to become the next big porn star. The shopkeeper was left there wondering if this was fate or an accident, and started feeling pressure in his feet. He looked down just as his foot tore through the shoe and started spilling all over the floor.

Here is the final part of my story. I apologize for taking so long to finish it. To be honest; when I started writing it, I wasn't even sure I would post it, let alone that some of you would like it. I promise that future stories will be uploaded in a timely manner. I hope you like this final part. Thanks for the kind words and support! Part 1 HERE Part 2 HERE Part 3 HERE Part 4 HERE Part 5 HERE Part 6 HERE Part 7 HERE Part 8 HERE Part 9 & 10 HERE Part 11 HERE Part 12 HERE Part 13 HERE 14 - FINALE It had been six months since the night I spend with Clint and Matt and I still had dreams about it. Clint’s mammoth body and Matt’s astounding determination to grow fuelled my own desire to add more size. I had not told Tyler about meeting Clint and Matt but he couldn’t help but notice my increased intensity. We were both adding piles of freakishly huge muscle and loving every minute of it. I crawled out of bed this morning and waddled to the bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror and had to do a double take. My chest protruded an astounding 10” from my tight, thick abdominals. My beach ball sized shoulders lead into outrageously bloated arms. My traps rose so high I felt resistance when I moved my head. I stepped on the scale and watched the digital display try to comprehend what was happening. Eventually it settled on the number I had been waiting my whole life to see - 400lb I bounded back to the bed as fast I could. Tyler was still asleep and I took a moment to admire his incredible sleeping form. He was determined to make his mark on the world of pro bodybuilding and had hit 375lbs during his offseason. His plan was to hit the stage at 350lbs; making him the largest pro in the world. “Tyler!” I screamed, causing him to jolt awake. “What?!” he replied. “400! 400 fucking pounds!” Tyler smiled and turned so he was now lying on his back, exposing his beastly naked body. He placed his massive biceps behind his head. “FUCK YEAH DAVE!” he shouted. I reached down and grabbed Tyler's massive 20” calves and pulled him to the end of the bed. I slide my meaty paws around his thick, dense lats and with a grunt lifted him off the bed. His hands started to caress my inhumanly massive chest and shoulders. “400 hundred fucking pounds” was all I kept saying. I wrapped my arms around his upper body, marvelling at it’s density. Feeling my muscles flex to hold his considerable weight I slowly started to apply a bear hug. Sensing what I was doing, Tyler grinned and started to flare his lats. I felt a moment of resistance but my 28” biceps were unstoppable. I flexed harder and could feel the air leaving Tyler’s lungs. Not one to concede defeat that fast, Tyler wrapped his 36” quads around my waist and started to apply intense pressure. Having witnessed his displays of power at the gym on leg day, I was all too aware of the power his quads possessed. “Feel that power?” Tyler asked through gritted teeth. I chuckled and and leaned forward. With my arms still around his chest and lats I slowly started to hit a most muscular pose. Tyler moans as he felt all the muscles in my upper body expand. Suddenly it was like he was hugging a ballon that was being inflated; only this ballon was made of granite. Thick chords of muscle exploded in all directions. My already massive traps eclipsed my head. My boulder sized shoulders; already pumped from holding Tyler’s huge body tripled in size. A network of garden hose sized veins erupted across their surface. Even my 36” waist expanded as my cinderblock abs became fully flexed. My entire body was shaking from the effort but still I applied more pressure. Tyler’s eyes went wide at the sight of my expanding body then fear took over as my indescribable power took it’s toll on his body. Tyler was able to hold on for about 30 seconds before the pain became too much and he begged me to stop and I tossed him back to the bed. I waddled to the mirror and hit the same most muscular pose. As I stood wide eyed at the freakish reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think about Clint and how I was finally as huge as he was. I remained lost in my thoughts for some time until I felt Tyler’s mouth on my rock hard cock. ————————————————————————————— I wanted nothing more than to drive to Clint and Matt’s place the day I reached 400lbs but I resisted. It had been 6 months since our night together and I knew they had both been working hard to get even bigger. I was determined that the next time I saw them I would be the biggest monster they had even laid eyes on. Besides; my focus was getting Tyler’s ready for his upcoming show. The day of the competition had arrived and Tyler weighed in at an astonishing 354lbs. Never had the world witnessed such a massive bodybuilder. When he disrobed backstage there was an audible gasp from the other competitors. Tyler had a hard time keeping his “excitement” hidden in his posing briefs. I glanced around the room and there was no one remotely close to Tyler’s size and condition. In a brazen show of his cockiness, Tyler walked over the weight area and started curling with the 150lb dumbbells. I could see he was in his glory with all eyes on him so I started to wander around the arena. When people weren’t ogling Tyler they were staring slack-jawed at me. I weighed 410lbs and was easily the biggest freak in the building. I decided to grab from fresh air and walked out the back entrance of the auditorium. The parking lot was quiet but I suddenly heard a loud bang around the corner. I moved as fast as my gargantuan mass would allow. As I tuned the corner I came face to face with a sight I will not soon forget. There; 10ft from where I stood was Matt. He was wearing a track suit that stretched across his body like a second skin. He held the front bumper of a Ford F150 in his hands and appeared to be deadlifting the huge vehicle. Standing beside him, screaming encouragement was Clint. I stopped dead in my tracks. Finally Matt dropped the truck and it slammed to the ground and he and Clint turned to me. “Well well, look who it is?” Clint said with a smile. I was still to stunned to respond. Sensing my surprise Clint placed a huge hand on Matt’s shoulder. “Have you ever seen such raw power?” he asked. “Ho-how…” was all I could muster. Clint stepped closer. I was able to gain enough composer to realize that Clint didn’t appear to be any bigger then when I had seen him last and that I was, in fact, bigger. Clint must has registered my expression and said “You disappointed that I’m not any bigger then last time? Well, there’s a reason for that.” he said and stepped behind Matt who stood perfectly still. I was immediately aware at how much Matt eclipsed Clint size. I couldn’t comprehend how that was possible. Matt only weighed 260lbs the last time I saw him. “You see Dave, the last six months haven’t been about me; they’ve been about little Matt here. After I saw him dominate you at our place it was pretty obvious there was no stopping his growth and for the last six months we have done nothing but that.” Matt unzipped his track jacket and Clint slowly pulled it off his upper body. I stumbled back and cupped my hands over my mouth. Standing a few feet in front of me was the definition of a muscular abomination. Matt was completely unrecognizable. His once burgeoning traps now rested just below his ears. His neck appeared to be twice the width of his head as did his inhumanly massive shoulders. Even un-flexed, his chest was so inflated with muscle his chin rested between each overdeveloped globe. In astounding contract, his waist didn’t look to be more than 32”. It was hard to comprehend how such a small body part could support such a massive amount of muscle. Jutting from either side of the beast were lats so thick and wide I had to turn my head from side to side to see them. Those indescribably wide lats pressed the largest biceps and forearms I had ever seen. Even in my wildest muscle fantasies I could never imagine that much muscle. Matt had still not moved when Clint bend down and pulled his track pants off. The sight of Matt’s entire body was too much for me to handle. I stumbled back again and threw up from shear horror. There I was; the definition of a muscle god unable to comprehend the sight unfolding in front of me. Clint appeared at my side and hoisted my near-limp body back up. He held my arm and pointed my head back in Matt’s direction. “Feast your eyes on the FREAK this kid has become!” he yelled in my ear. I refocused and looked down at Matt’s lower body. Flaring from his minuscule waist were what couldn’t even be described as quads; they had become something more, something inhuman. Their incredible girth forced Matt’s feet well over two feet apart. Each muscle group was so outrageously over developed that his knees were no longer visible; huge mounds of muscle hung well past where the knee cap should have been. Even his outrageously massive glutes could been seen from the front; each massive globe protruded inches from either side. Although there was a visible narrowing of the quads at the knee it was only minor due to the calves laying below. If I could have guessed; Matt’s calves were bigger than his waist and visibly pulsed with power. As incomprehensible as Matt’s size was, his vascularity was something no longer of this world. He didn’t appear to have skin even though he processed a dark tan. Each muscle fibre was clearly visible on every inch of his body. A sickening network of veins visible pulsed and pumped blood to the engorged muscles. Clint could tell I wanted to ask a question but my mouth wasn’t functioning. “Are you wondering how this once jacked up freak became this muscle mutant you see before you? Well Dave, since we last saw you he’s done nothing but lift and grow. We hooked him up to a feeding tube so he was constantly eating. We discovered experimental steroids from Russia and tripled the recommended dosage. Matt’s has been on a cycle for six months. I’ve been injecting him every hour, even while he sleeps. I’ve seen this kid do bicep curls for six hours straight, puke while squatting 1800lbs without missing a beat and beg me to add more weights when he’s too exhausted to even stand.” I could see that Matt wasn’t registering the conversation between Clint and I. He was only thinking about one thing; muscle. He blinked back to reality and took a step towards me. Just that one movement caused ripples of massive muscle to twitch and flex all over his body. Like a feral beast he looked over my massive frame. “You got bigger” he said with a voice so deep I felt the ground vibrate. “410lbs” I managed to say. “Too small” was all Matt said. A small smile crept across his face as his arms started to move. I stared in awe as Matt flexed inches from my face. I swear I could hear his skin stretch to accommodate his growing size. His massive pecs forced his head to look up as his lats tripled then quadrupled in size. He adjusted his legs to make room for their expanding mass. When he finished hitting his double bicep pose his once massive frame was now eclipsed by something far more monstrous. “460 POUNDS!!!!” he screamed. Clint and I both stumbled back at the sight. Standing before was no long a man, no longer a human, Mat was something else altogether. Clint pulled me away as if he knew what was about to happen. We both crawled away as Matt changed poses. He tried to place his hands behind his head but the shear size of his shoulders and and traps prevented them from touching. With a deep breath Matt’s ribcage exploded with astounding new size. Veins as thick as garden hoses snaked across every inch. With a primal grunt Matt flexed his abs. His shockingly tiny waist expanded to twice it’s original size but because of his outrageous proportions, remained visibly small. Matt shifted his weight and placed his left leg forward. Writhing waves of quad and calf muscle pulsated and fought against each other until Matt flexed. Instantly, his entire body seemly switched to another form of matter. He looked as dense as metal and as impenetrable as stone. The only thing that moved was his mouth; he was grinning from ear to ear. Unable to control myself, I started to jerk my rock hard cock. Matt held the pose for close to a minute before relaxing turning his attention back to the Ford F150 he was deadlifting minutes before. With a look of shear determination and lust in his eyes. Matt crouched down (as best he could with so much leg muscle to account for) and gripped the underside of the truck on the passengers side. Without any hesitation he started to lift. The side of the truck left the ground but Matt wasn’t trying to curl the weight; he was pushing it. His enormous quads moved with speed I wasn’t anticipating and suddenly the truck was moving. Matt maneuvered the truck towards the side of the arena. Maybe he didn’t noticed or didn’t care but there was another car parked beside the truck. The two vehicles collided and a loud crash echoed across the parking lot. Clint jumped to his feet and ran towards Matt “Woah there big man! Don’t go destroying this shit!” Matt stopped and dropped the truck. He was clearly breathing heavier but didn't show any sign of being winded. With shocking speed he reached out his hand and grabbed Clint by the throat. With a slight flick of his wrist, Clint was lifted off the ground. “Clint; I love that you helped me become the freak I always wanted to be but do you think you can stop me from doing anything I want?” Matt said holding the 400lb beast six inches off the ground with one hand. Terror filled Clint’s eyes as he clawed at Matt’s steel hard wrist and forearm. “You always said you wanted to help me get huge and for the most part you did whatever it took. But lately I’ve noticed you trying to control my growth. You tried to convince me to take a break from the roids, you tell me that I’ve lifted enough for one day and even now; you are more concerned about these fucking cars than you are about me getting a good pump going.” Clint was trying to talk but he was having trouble breathing. Matt lowered Clint’s body and released his grip. “WHAT?!” he commanded. “You’re big enough.” Clint said quietly. Rage filled Matt’s expression. “BIG ENOUGH?” he screamed. Matt lowered his head as best he could with his massive pecs obscuring it and turned away from me and Clint. Clint stood perfectly still and I just stared at Matt’s back with my jaw hanging open. His shorts had crept up his ungodly huge glutes to the point they now resembled a thong. His relaxed lats hung off his body like duffle bags and his lower back’s extreme development resembled a quivering mass of snakes. Striations and massively developed hamstrings hung low off his quads and each blood engorged calf twitched as they supported the massive man’s incredible weight. “I knew you never REALLY wanted me to get bigger than you!” “That’s not true! I love how huge you have become it’s just…” Clint stammered. “Just what?” “Nothing. Never mind” “TELL ME!” Matt screamed with a primal roar. “You’re too big. You look disgusting.” Clint said with terror in his eyes. Matt froze. His face went blank and he stared at Clint. After what seemed like an eternity, Matt started to chuckle. “Disgusting? FUCKING RIGHT I’m disgusting. You made me disgusting but you know what?” “I LOVE BEING DISGUSTING!” he yelled and outstretched his massive arms. “I’m becoming the monster I always wanted to be. When you jerked off to Arnold as a kid I was dreaming of being bigger than the Hulk. Real-life bodybuilders we never enough for me. There isn’t a man on this planet I want to be like. I could see it in your face over the last six months. You don’t think I saw you gaging when I reached 400lbs? I saw you look away when I got down to 2% body fat. I saw the look in your eyes when I eat three huge turkeys in one sitting. But for me; it’s still not enough. I want all of humanity to faint at the sight of me! I want the ground to quake when I walk. I might disgust you Clint but that reaction only makes me want MORE!” Clint couldn’t respond. His eyes grew huge and he was visibly shaking. “What about you Dave?” Matt said and turned his attention to me. “Do you think I’m big enough? I bet you do since the first time we met you loved to intimidate me with your size and strength.” Matt stood over my body. His shear mass eclipsed my view. It’s true, I had puked at the sight of him and staring at his body now made me feel tiny and weak but I also couldn’t help but notice that my cock was still rock-hard and oozing pre-cum. I blinked to clear my head and slowly stood to face the massive behemoth. His shear mass was staggering but the fire in his eyes was intoxicating. I flashed back to the countless hours I’d spent building my body into the massive freak I was today and all I could think about was having more size. “No Matt; you’re not too big. In fact, you could never be too big. I think you have built the most incredible body’s the world has ever seen and I’m sure you’re not even close to being done. Since that day you kicked my ass six months ago I’ve thought of nothing else then becoming bigger than Clint. Now; looking at you I know what I want. I want to grow as huge as you are now but I want something even more. I want to help you get even bigger. I want you to become the most inexplicably massive freak imaginable. I want to help you achieve a level of muscularity that dwarfs the beast you are today.” Matt interrupted me, grabbed me around the waist and kissed me long and hard. My hands reached up and caressed his massive traps. I could feel the individual muscle fibres twitch and dance. I relaxed and let the massive kid hold my 410lb body like I weighed nothing. “Let’s go get massive” I said, completely forgetting about Tyler and his competition. “Soon Dave but first I have one more thing to deal with.” he said and walked towards the arena door. Clint just stood there and watched us walk away. I followed behind Matt as he waddled towards the bodybuilding stage. The super-heavyweights were already on stage. I knew Matt was not entered in the competition but he didn’t seem to care about that. The people backstage didn’t know what was happening. I couldn’t see past Matt’s body but I could hear screams and gasps as he slowly made his way through the crowd. When he reached the steps to the stage he stopped and turned towards me. “This won’t take long” His left foot hit the stage with a loud thud that stopped the show dead. Onstage, the huge bodybuilders stopped and looked towards Matt. The beast squared his massive shoulders and walked onto the stage. The audience went crazy. I heard screams of terror as Matt moved towards centre stage. Two competitors ran away while one tripped and fell off the front of the stage; landing on the judges table. I stayed back and when the stage lights hit Matt’s huge body I orgasmed on the spot. Matt stood looking out at the crowd. As the screams grew louder I could see Matt relishing their reaction. A smile appeared on his face as he planted his feet and started to flex. With a guttural growl he moved into a most muscular pose. He body contorted and reformed into something that no longer resembled a human being. Instead what remained was a mutated wall of muscle and veins. From the side angle I was seeing, Matt was as thick from the side as Tyler was from the front. I could see the dread in Tyler’s eyes as he witnessed Matt’s disturbing muscular display. As if feeding off the reaction of the crowd Matt somehow flexed harder and grew even more massive. His chest inflated and started to wrap around his head. His already inhuman traps rose well past his ears. His shoulders displayed striations that were six to nine inch deep. Massive biceps and triceps pressed against his bloated chest and were clearly bigger than any of the other competitors legs. Speaking of legs; Matt’s shook from the strain. They had become so pumped there wasn’t a gap until Matt’s knees. Even with his legs being pressed apart to accommodate his mammoth quads, his calves were touching. As if sensing my stunned reaction off-stage, Matt slowly pivoted to face me. His face looked as pumped as the rest of him. He was unrecognizable. Thick veins criss-crossed his face and his checks were being squeezed by his pecs. I felt my knees go weak and I gasped a nearby wall to stop from collapsing. Matt then turned his attention to the remaining contestants that had remained on-stage. Each one had a look of horror on their face. One looks like he had pissed himself. Matt turned away from the other bodybuilders and placed his balled up fisted into the small of his back. The strain was evident on his face as he forced his arms to move around his massive amounts of muscle but he was able to bully them into position. He let out his breath and started to spread his lats. Instantly he eclipsed the biggest man on-stage; Tyler but he hadn’t even start to really flex. Like watching a slow motion replay, his lats continued to expand to staggering width. Because of his almost non-existent body fat, each overly developed muscle group was clearly visible to the members of the audience brave enough to look. When Matt was reached full flex he let out a loud bellow that shook the arena walls. From my angle off-stage, I could see three huge bodybuilders disappear behind the beast on display. As suddenly as he had arrived on stage, Matt started to waddle towards me off-stage. Just watching him try to move his incredible mass made my throat go dry. When he reached the bottom of the stairs I jumped into his arms and started to kiss his soft lips. I could swear I could feel them flex around my own. Tyler appeared from behind Matt screaming “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DAVE?” Matt lowered my body and turned towards Tyler. The difference in their size was almost comical. Tyler looked like small child standing next to Matt. “Sorry little man but Dave here has finally realized that he’s done wasting time with little bitches like you.” Matt said and started to walk away. Tyler tried to grab the monster’s arm but it was so massive, he could barely get a grip. Matt stopped dead in his tracks and came face to face with Tyler. “It’s time for you to leave little man, WE’RE DONE HERE!” “Dave! What the hell. What’s going on?” Tyler yelled. “Tyler, calm down. I’m sorry it’s turned out like this but FUCK. Look at this man! Have you even seen someone so huge? Could you even fantasy about being this big?” Tyler was too confused to talk. It was Matt that interrupted. “I don’t have to explain what’s happening to you Tyler. You just have to be smart right now and walk away. Dave and I have a date with some weights and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.” Matt said and started to walk away. Tyler lost it. He grabbed an empty squat bar and swung it with all his might. It made contact across Matt’s fully exposed back. A loud crack echoed throughout the back stage area. Matt stopped moving but didn’t turn around. Instead, he stopped and said “Again!” Tyler repositioned his huge quads and swung the bar even harder. Again it slammed against Matt’s dense lats and again; Matt barely moved. Frustrated and somewhat confused, Tyler turned towards me. His eyes were wild with rage as he raised the bar once more. I closed my eyes and braced for impact but it never came. I opened my eyes when I heard what sounded like a bear growling. Matt had the end of the squat bar in his hand. Tyler still had hold of the other end but he looked terrified. With a tiny jerk of his massive arm and shoulder, Matt yanked the bar from Tyler’s hand. With blinding speed he positioned the bar behind Tyler’s body and grabbed the other end. Pulling Tyler close to his body I heard a loud smack as his face collided with Matt’s inhumanly massive pecs. Matt repositioned his hands and I suddenly realized what he was about to. With a grunt Matt started to bend the squat bar. Within moments the bar was surrounding Tyler’s stunned body. There was barely a strain on Matt’s face when the ends of the bar finally met just under Tyler’s huge chest. Matt released the bar and stepped back. The effort had once again transformed his already indescribably massive body to a pumped, quivering mass of muscle and veins. At that moment, Clint came running at Matt and tried to tackle the unsuspecting beast. Barely reacting to 400lbs of muscle slamming into his grotesquely massive quads, Matt simply reached down and hoisted Clint into a bear hug. Without missing a beat, he also scooped Tyler’s trapped body into his grip. Standing not a foot in front of me Matt easily lifted the two huge men off the ground. His already insanely massive body expanded to accommodate the additional weight he was lifting. I stared in awe of the raw power this freak was exhibiting and one thought consumed me. I needed to get as big as him. I wanted to be 460lb of mind-boggling muscle and I would do whatever it took. As Matt applied more pressure to the two men I once thought of as superior muscular species I approached from behind. I ran my hands up Matt’s grotesquely massive back. Each muscle rippled under my hands. I placed one hand around his thick neck and marvelled at it’s girth. I leaned in close and whispered “this is hot as hell Matt but if we don’t get out of here soon I’m going to blow another load. Finish these two little bitches off and let get down to adding some REAL muscle to our bodies.” Matt grunted in response and started to make his way to the squat rack. His legs laboured to manoeuvre his bloated frame and the additional weight added by Clint and Tyler’s incapacitated bodies. “Load it!” Matt commanded and I started to add as many 45lb plates the bar could handle. Matt dropped the two men in a heap at his feet. Tyler got himself free of the metal bar twisted around his body but was to dazed or scared to move. The bar was now loaded with seven plates per side totally 675lbs. Looking at Matt, I knew he could squat much more but he suddenly showed me he wasn’t planning to squat. The massive man of my dreams/nightmares walked under the bar and hoisted it off the rack like it weighed nothing. With a quick look in my direction he pressed it over his head. There; in the middle of the back stage pumproom, Matt started to shoulder press the incredible weight. At eight reps he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. It wasn’t until he reached 20 reps that his rhythm started to slow down. At this point his shoulders resembled a “normal” bodybuilder’s quads. Thick, deep striations erupted on the surface while countless veins snaked across the surface. When he hit 30 reps I stepped behind him again and said “curl it”. His eyes went wide. I could tell he looked concerned the weight would be too much so I stepped around to face the monster. “I know you can do it. I know you want to show me the kind of power you process.” Matt just grunted again and racked the weight. He rolled is massive shoulders and tensed is already indescribably huge arms. He adjusted his grip but didn’t lift the bar. Instead, he looked at the two terrified faces still staring at him from the floor. “GET ON!” Clint and Tyler slowly stood; not sure they heard him right. “I said GET ON THIS FUCKING BAR!” The two stunned men scrambled to straddle bar. I did a quick calculation and let out a moan when I estimated that the bar now weighed over 1400lbs! “MATT!” I yelled. Sensing the concern in my voice Matt looked at me. “WATCH” was all he said and readjusted his grip. I watched slack-jawed as the bar left the rack. Matt’s entire body started to shake. Every muscle seemed to expand to new levels of size. He looked like he was gaining additional pounds by the second. To my amazement, he curled the bar up and held it at the top of the rep. The monstrous beast then let out a ear shattering bellow and slowly started to lower the huge weight. I could feel gobs of warm cum running down my leg but I couldn’t take my eyes off his biceps. They looked to be well over 34” and continued to expand. When his arms were parallel to the floor he held the weight as still as his convulsing body would allow. Threw gritted teeth he said “come here”. I rushed to face the behemoth and was once again struck immobile by his shear mass. “Pu-push do-down” he somehow managed to say. Intense pain was evident on his face. My hands shook as I grabbed hold of the bar. I applied pressure and felt the bar shake violently. Matt was frothing at the mouth and it sprayed over all three of us. With another guttural scream he started to once again curl the bar and incredibly, it moved. Sensing the unfathomable power this once human man possessed, I applied more power to the bar. I wanted to test his resolve. Could he actually curl such a massive weight? I was excited and terrified to find out. As if sensing what I was doing Matt looked at me again. His expression seemed to say “MORE” so I increased the resistance. I could actually feel my own huge arms bulging from the effort but no matter how hard I tried, the weight kept rising. It took close to 30 seconds for Matt to reach the top of the rep before he started to lower the weight. “Ta-Take my sh-shorts off” he commanded. Without hesitation I ripped his last remaining piece of clothing off. His raging cock sprung free and slapped against his deeply etched abs. He lowered his head and somehow opened his eyes. His body continued to shake violently as he saw his massive reflection in the mirror. I could sense the look of lust in his eyes. He wanted more size, more power, more muscle! When the bar was again parallel to the ground he let out a final roar. With raw determination I never knew existed, he flexed his entire body to it’s inhuman max. Clint and Tyler had to look away. The sight was too much for them. I couldn’t look away. I was witnessing something I had only ever dreamed of. The biggest man to ever walk this earth was displaying the most incredible feat of strength and all he wanted was more. With one final explosive spasm, Matt started to cum at the sight in the mirror. Ropes of hot, thick cum rained over the three of us. It splattered on the wall and mirror and coated the weights that rattled on the bar. Finally spent Matt dropped the mammoth weight and stumbled out of the squat rack. I looked at the quivering mass of muscle as I approached. My dick was spraying another load of cum down my leg but I didn’t even notice. I crouched down and whispered in Matt’s ear “that as the most incredible sight I have ever seen.” I then planted my feet and wrapped my huge arms around the exhausted beast. Matt looked up with surprise in his eyes. “Let’s get the fuck out of here and get started on making that lift look like a pathetic joke.” I said and hoisted the massive creature off the floor. A few minutes ago I would have faltered under his incredible bulk but I was so amped up to starting growing with him that I felt like I could carry two of him. With a smile of recognition about what I was doing, Matt placed one arm around my neck. It felt like a horse resting on my shoulders but I didn't care. I cradled the enormous man and started towards the door. Before we walked out of the arena I stopped and looked back. The room was full of speechless bodybuilders and staff. Clint and Tyler still laid on the ground shaking. I smiled as I turned away thinking about the reactions people would have the next time they see Matt and I.

Hi all, I recently mentioned in another thread on Fan Fiction that I had written my own story about Captain America and Bucky. With some encouragement, and in the name of science, here is the first installment of that story. I hope you all have and much fun reading it as I did writing it Let me know what you think and feel free to make suggestions. Us writers and such attention whores! Excelsior! (as Stan Lee used to say), Bjort The True and Unauthorized History of Captain America & Bucky As written by James Buchannan Barnes III, manuscript edited by Bjort. Freeport, Bahamas—February 23, 1944 I don’t really know who the hell I am writing this to, or for--for that matter. It’s just that both Cap and I are so sick of the crap that has been spewed out about us by the Army in the name of “morale” that I thought I would at least write down the real story. I know damned well that if the brass ever found this they would burn it, as they would see it as not only showing up what a load of shit they have been giving out with but as also “morally reprehensible” and “perverted”. Fucking hypocrites! Anyway, I ought to start with the basics. My name is James Buchannan Barnes III and I am 19 years old. My mother calls me Jimmy or James or when she is irritated with me--Trip, but everyone else has always called me Bucky. My Dad called me that from the get go to annoy my Mom and to avoid confusion as he was called Jimmy and he hated Trip for someone with a III after his name. I am an Army brat. My Dad joined the infantry in the last war and decided to make a career of it. He eventually went to OCS and became a Captain in the newly formed paratroopers. Later on he also worked a lot with commando and guerilla combat training groups. He was killed in a plane crash when I was 12. We were stationed at a big training base outside DC at the time. My Dad had been something of a rising star in certain Army circles. The brass took it on themselves to look after Mom and me and she got a decent pension and a job on base working as a secretary. Needless to say with Mom working I was pretty much on my own. I did OK in school but ran wild the rest of the time. Some of Dad’s old friends kept an eye on me (more of that a bit later). I soon learned all the ins and outs of life on base and, for the most part, had free reign. Soon I was getting after school commando training and a few other things on the side from my Dad’s old unit. I was also making decent money doing errands and scamming the troops at dice and poker. I was not a big kid, but I was quick on my feet and pretty sharp on the uptake. I was about 5’ 8” back then and was built like a middle distance runner—which I was. I was reasonably good looking too, with wavy brown hair, green eyes and what I was told was a nice smile. About that same time I also found out something else about myself—that I am as queer as a three dollar bill. Not in a sissy kind of way, mind you, but I found out that I was completely hot for cock and muscles—or preferably both in the same package. Girls just left me cold—no reaction at all. Needless to say I kept this discovery on the QT as much as I could, although I must admit that an Army training base certainly provides ample opportunity for a confirmed cock hound. I turned 18 and graduated from High School in the spring of ’42. I had decent grades and, thanks to Mom’s connections with the brass and other big shots, a place at the Point for the fall. Things on base had gone into high gear after Pearl Harbor with loads of construction and lots of men rotating in and out all the time. By then I had become a sort of unofficial mascot for Dad’s old commando unit--secretly training and “playing” with them on a regular basis. All of my skills, both military and social had developed considerably. I became adept at guerilla combat, weapons and explosives, slight of hand, various cons, drinking, swearing, games of chance, muscle worship and was generally considered to give the best blow job in the Army by those in the know. I was looking forward to a last summer on base and to applying my skills to the as yet unsuspecting members of the West Point entering class. A few days after graduation my Mom threw a slight monkey wrench into my plans for a summer of fun and leisure. She, of course, knew nothing of my extracurricular activities or that I had a substantial wad of cash stashed away. She was concerned that I have enough money to pay for incidentals in the fall and had arranged for me to work officially on base doing miscellaneous janitorial scut work. I really couldn’t buck this idea without giving too much away so I went along with it. Fortunately my boss in the maintenance and cleaning office was an easy going lifer who was more than happy to give me a free hand as long as the work got done. Slipping him the occasional smuggled pint bottle certainly did not hurt either. Even before Pearl Harbor the base has seen a lot of new construction and war readiness activities. One of the most mysterious was a new training compound that had been built miles from any other base facilities. It was all very top secret—no one really knew what the hell it was for and regular base personnel were kept away during construction. The finished product looked more like a prison than an Army base. It was surrounded by a very high solid wall topped with razor wire and was posted with signs threatening gunfire for any who approached the perimeter. The really odd part was that after it was complete this camp, known simply as Area S, was sealed off and not used. By the time I went to work in May of ’42 the entire facility had been empty and seemingly abandoned for more than 6 months. My first day on the job the boss handed me a set of keys and asked if I had a bicycle. I said yes and asked him what that had to do with anything. He told me that the brass wanted someone to schlep over to Area S and do a general cleaning. I was also to check for minor repair needs. The boss said that he did not want me to use something from the motor pool and that he did not have time or the manpower to drive me out there. Given that it was a decent 10 miles around the base to get there he felt I would need my bike. He handed me a set of keys and told me that there should be plenty of janitorial supplies out there, so not to worry about toting along mops, brooms etc. He said I could take as little or as much time as I need as long as the place looked relatively clean and I reported all maintenance issues to him. I bitched a bit about this—but it was a nice morning for a bike ride. I took off home, fetched my bike and headed for the mysterious Area S. As it was already warm and a bit humid out, I changed into a fairly snug pair of gym shorts and a white t-shirt which showed off my tight frame to advantage. I made sure to ride straight through the base parade ground, giving the troops a bit to look at. I was such a tease! After peddling around the perimeter fence at a good clip for a while I came to the turn off for Area S complete with chain link fence and deadly warning signs. It was another mile or so through dense woods to the actual compound. I unlocked the man gate and got my first look at the highly secret facility. What a disappointment! It looked like any other training facility with all the usual buildings. The only difference I could see is that these were all recently finished. Despite the newness, the place had an air of abandonment as the grounds had not been tended. My orders were to clean up building interiors only—particularly bathrooms and kitchens—and to spot any problems and report them up the command chain. Area S was not a large facility. It seems to have been designed for small individual unit training—possibly a commando group. As I circulated around I did notice that everything in the compound seemed to be especially well built and that it was all of a slightly larger scale that the other areas of the base. It made for a strange environment. Someone had clearly spent a packet on the place as it was all first class equipment and facilities. How typical of the Army to spend all the effort and dough on this place and then to let it sit unused with no upkeep for over half a year. Fatheads! There really was not that much to do. The construction crews had done a very thorough job cleaning up after themselves and the buildings had all been sealed tight since then. Nevertheless I cleaned the kitchens and the enlisted barracks bathroom. I swabbed out the gym locker room and was truly impressed with the gym facility and equipment--all brand new and state of the art. I did the administrative office and then headed for the officers quarters. As I entered the building I heard running water. “Great” I thought to myself “I’ll bet a pipe has broken and it will be a god-awful mess.” As I headed down the corridor for the latrine I could hear that the water was running in the shower room. “Well” I thought to myself, “No sense in getting my clothes wet as there is nobody around anyway.” So I stripped off and began to haul bucket and mop etc into the shower room buck naked. As I started to round the corner into the shower room I suddenly came to a silent but abrupt halt. There was no broken pipe. Someone was taking a shower at the far end of the shower room. And what a someone! Facing away from me was the biggest and most beautiful muscle stud I had ever seen. He was tall—6’6” I found out later—and had a full shock of what looked to be golden blonde hair. His frame bulged with muscle across his back and wide shoulders. His arms were amazingly thick and his lats flared out like some sort of cape only to taper down to a tight narrow waste. His ass was nothing short of glorious—a full on bubble muscle butt just asking to be fondled and fucked. His legs, often such a disappointment on big men, were just a muscular as the rest of him with wide flaring thighs and massive calves. As I stood there I also noticed a faint scent—a combination of soap, sweat, steam and a musky smell that was all man. Most intriguingly that scent made me think all sorts of strange and sexy things. I even imagined that his body was pulsing slightly with some sort of aura of vitality and power, straining as if some elemental force was pent up inside his massive frame just waiting to be set lose. As it hit me I felt my nostrils flare and my head go light. My stomach gave a giddy lurch followed by an instant hardening in my crotch. I damned near dropped my bucket--I was in instant lust! I stood there frozen, not making a sound as this muscle god soaped himself up. He raised one leg slightly and put his upraised foot on a nearby stool. This gave me a view of one of the biggest pair of balls I have ever seen, but oddly no view of his cock. This mystery was explained as, with eyes shut, he rotated under the shower head to reveal a massive tool already risen to half staff and from the look of things going quickly to what could be pec slapping level—it was that long! His front was even more spectacular than his back, if that was possible. He had a classic rugged square-jawed face with full lips just aching to be kissed long and hard. His chest was deep and wide with bulging overhanging pecs, huge nibbleable nipples and a dusting of golden fur. His abs were also lightly sprinkled with blond hair, perfectly chiseled and set like stone blocks over a blazing thatch of fiery golden pubes. As he continued to turn, eyes still shut against the spray of the shower, his cock did reach chest level. It seemed to go on forever and was unbelievably thick, tapering slightly to a glorious cut head the color of a ripe plum. He let out what seemed to be half pleasurable moan and half exasperated groan and said quietly “Damn, I thought I had gotten this monster under control.” As he reached toward the hot water tap, I felt an uncontrollable urge possess me as my own manhood also rose to full height. I was remarkably fearless, almost mesmerized, as I brazenly strutted up to him and said softly “Maybe I can give you a hand with that.” Glorious deep blue eyes opened and gave me the classic deer-in-the-headlights stare. I looked into those pools of deepest sky and felt something just click into place. He looked as if he wanted to speak but I put my finger over my mouth and said “Shhhhh.” Then I took hold of his massive cock with my right hand and reached up to his shoulder and neck to pull his lips and mouth toward mine. He let out a soft moan as I slid my fist down his mighty shaft toward those perfect balls of his. He bent his head toward me and kissed me, gently at first but gradually as if both our lives depended on it. What can I say about that first incredible kiss! It was long and deep and it felt as if electric sparks were jumping between us as I seemed to become hyperaware of both my body and his. I was beyond aroused! It was as if every atom of me was reaching for him and shouting “Yes! This is it! This is what we have been looking for! This is home!” His kiss became stronger, less tentative as I began to work his cock with one hand and to feel his iron hard pec and squeeze its very aroused nipple with the other. After what felt like a lifetime our kiss broke apart. I moved down to tongue the great cleft between his pecs and then go to work sucking the nipple I had been squeezing. He let out another slightly louder moan as my hand reached the thick base of his monster shaft and began to gently squeeze his massive churning balls. I finished off both of his amazing nipples, teasing and torturing until each stood out like a proud tower occupying the crest of a mountainous pectoral. I looked back up at him for a moment and again he seemed about to speak. I pulled his face back down to mine and went in for a second even more electrifying kiss that sent shockwaves zinging all over my body—especially down my now fully raging hard on. “Jeez!” I thought as we French kissed like school kids on a first date “This super stud has damn near made me cum with just a couple of smooches! I can’t wait for more!!!” With that thought in my head I decided that I needed to move down slope for the main attraction. I broke that amazing kiss and ran my tongue back down his chest, stopping for a brief flourish to each rock hard nipple, made my way down his insanely deep and cut granite wall abs (God those will be fun to nuzzle later on), and arrived at the golden thicket clustering around the unbelievably thick base of what is to this day the longest and most beautiful piece of man meat I have ever seen. Getting down on my knees, I went straight to work on his cock and balls, giving them the most thorough and longest lasting blow job ever. He had amazing stamina! I played with his enormous joint and orange-sized balls for what seemed like ages. After a particularly vigorous tonguing to the rim of his helmet and the long underside of his manhood I chanced a quick pause to look up at his face and see how close he was to blowing what I knew was a humungous load. He was just beginning to arch his neck back and had the most blissful look on his face when he got a snoot full from the still running shower. I almost began to giggle, but he did not miss a beat reaching around with the hand that was not running its fingers through my hair and turned off the water. I went right back to work and with the water off could hear him moaning softly with the occasional “oooohhh!” thrown in. His cock tasted wonderful as I worked its massive iron hard shaft and glorious head--different from any man meat I had ever known. As with the rest of him, his super-sized cock seemed to almost physically vibrate with power, as if it were holding back some explosion. As his balls began to swell, precum the color of light golden honey began to flow down from his bright purple cock head. Its first taste on my lips hit me like a strong slug of whiskey sending warmth across my body. I slurped it up like a starved dog going for a T-bone—I could not get enough as the warmth spread and intensified like a slowly building fire of power and passion. As I redoubled my tongue action his hips began to buck and his cock suddenly swelled to an even more magnificent size. I could tell he was close to the king-god of all orgasms as I greedily sucked down the last of the precum, giving his helmet an even more intense working over. He let out the sexiest deep growl rising into a shout of profound exultation as he came with a force that literally knocked me back. He came and came and came in amazing jets…fountains of delectable cum! He plastered my face and hair with his initial load. God the taste of it! The feel of it in my guts and on my skin! Golden jizz that made my entire body tingle and sing with that same electricity as when we had first kissed! I lapped up as much of his man juice as I could manage. I embraced his still rock hard cock and rubbed it against my chest and abs. He came again as I massaged his seed all over my torso and crotch. I was ready for his third eruption and lapped down as much of his manly nectar as I could get. Again and again he shot in huge amounts, covering me from head to toe before his dick began to subside as he let out a long moan of contentment. For a moment I lay back on the shower room floor, motionless, reveling in the incredible feelings whizzing around in my body and brain. My muscle god lover too seemed in a trance as he leaned against the wall, eyes closed with a look of incalculable bliss on his gorgeous face. As I slowly got up I realized that the gallons of cum he had just spewed across me were gone. My body had absorbed every available drop like a dry desert plant in a sudden rain. I felt, full, sated, complete for the first time. I felt a thrilling sort of buzzing throughout my frame and was slightly dizzy as I stood up. I reached out to steady my self and suddenly found I was encircled by my super lover’s massively muscular arms. I looked up into those deep blue eyes again and we connected, communicating without words, just reveling in having found what we both knew to be deep and abiding passion and love. Contact seemed to intensify the electric feeling chasing rabbits through my limbs. I began to shake, slightly at first, then harder as if I had a case of the DT’s. I was not ill however, quite the opposite in fact. I felt amazing! I took a step back from him and stood shaking in the middle of the room. Suddenly my dizziness and disorientation passed, replaced by a growing sense of euphoric power. I arched my spine with a crackle and threw my head back as the feeling continued to grow. The shaking continued to intensify until I felt my entire body give a massive shudder. My perception seemed to snap back into focus as the shaking stopped and I realized that my perspective was off. I could now almost look my lover directly in the eye! As I looked down at myself I realized that my bones had been changing—lengthening and thickening, tendons and ligaments growing denser and stronger. The feeling of strength and power plateaued just for a second, and then kicked into an entirely new ecstatic dimension—better than any orgasm. I felt as if strength and life were pouring into my body and that it was drawing on that power to fulfill its ultimate potential. I was in utter bliss as my muscles began to stretch and bulge to fill in my newly expanded frame. I felt my traps and delts spring up across my widening shoulders and neck--mounding up to amazing proportions. My chest and lungs expanded, followed by my pecs which grew up and out, layer upon layer of brawn arching over my ribcage and meeting over my heart to plunge into a vertical Grand Canyon. My back and lats ballooned out into a thick cobra hood of muscle, while my waist actually narrowed, forming a solid lattice of muscle supporting gloriously hard, and deep set abs. I was in complete ecstasy as I turned my head to see my upraised arms explode with massive manly forearms and huge triceps. I flexed and beautifully peaked melon sized biceps sprung toward the sky—gleaming with power! It is a curious sensation to feel your own ass expand with muscle just as your thighs and calves erupt with mighty sinews more than capable of supporting newly minted muscle. Suddenly all of the power seemed to focus on my cock and balls, which I suddenly realized had remained rock hard during the entire transformation. I did not think that what was happening could get more intense or erotic, but it was nothing compared the feeling of my balls suddenly tripling their size, heavy and waiting to pump out massive loads through a dick which was rapidly turning into the flesh and blood equivalent of a fire hose!. That was exactly what my cock was straining to become as it stood straight up against my sexy new abs. It felt incredibly hot as it strained upward, growing harder longer, thicker and more sensitive--ready for some serious man-on-man action. Instinctively I reached for my burgeoning manhood just in time to slick it up with a generous dollop of silvery precum. It seemed to leap to attention as I grabbed it’s now beer can width and began to stroke for all I was worth. I gripped with new found strength in both hands, yet it remained hard and eager for as much rough wanking as I could provide. I stroked for what seemed like ages, all the while my golden muscle god watched mesmerized—his own prodigious manhood now rising back to full attention. He tentatively, even shyly, moved around to embrace me from behind—pressing his glorious muscled body and humungous cock into me. “Maybe I can give you a hand with that.” He whispered as he slowly reached around and began to massage one of my mountainous pecs and huge aching nipple with one hand while stroking my new massive cock with the other. The touch was as incredible as our first, sending waves of pleasure through me as he began to kiss and nibble my ear. He moved down to nuzzle my neck and trap as our stroking quickened. I was building up to an incredible finish, aching to unleash my manliness for my lover. I too let out a surprisingly low growl as I felt the dam about to burst. My new voice rose into great shouts of ecstasy as I too shot off a massive high powered flood of cum. Shot after shot followed as I unloaded my load in huge spurting jets and I nearly passed out from the intensity of the experience. It was total and complete mind rocking bliss, undercut with a deep and powerful sense of infinite strength and stability. As I finished I turned to face my lover once more and added into that overwhelming emotional mix the purest and most joyous feeling of happiness I had ever experienced. We gazed at each other in complete understanding, desire and love. We kissed deeply for what seemed like forever, and then broke off to look at each other--still in a lovers embrace. He blushed deeply for a moment and said in the sexiest husky-man voice I had ever heard “Hello, my name is Steve.”