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  1. It happened while I was right in the middle of crossing the street. I was walking home from work, exactly halfway across the intersection when I felt it. At the time, I didn’t know what I was experiencing, but it felt like a fist had punched me in my heart while a snake wrapped around my lungs and a baseball bat slammed into my solar plexus. The pain was only momentary, but it was intense and unforgettable. I was a healthy man in my early 30s. I had never experienced sensations like this. I was worried I was having a heart attack or a stroke, or some strange cancer whose effects had snuck up on me all at once. Since the pain was gone as soon as I felt it, I finished crossing the street, and then leaned against a tree to stop and collect myself. Few, if any, of the other pedestrians marked me, and the cars kept whizzing by, no longer stymied by the red light. I was no longer in any pain. I was only five blocks from home. My husband Perry would likely be home. He is a heart surgeon, but he usually doesn’t work on Thursdays, so it would be a strong possibility he would be home. He would know what to do. Besides, it was probably all in my head. It was so quick that maybe I hadn’t felt anything—I’d just imagined it. My friends liked to tease me that I only married a surgeon because I'm a hypochondriac. They also had no idea how “a five like me had bagged a ten like him,” to quote my cattiest, bitchiest friend. True, I’m not much to look at. I’m just 5’9”, a sort of non-descript height, neither tall nor short. My face is also rather plain. Mud-brown eyes, mud-brown hair that I keep short-cropped, a nose that’s slightly too big for my face. I’m fit because I walk everywhere (two miles to work both ways), but my body isn’t particularly athletic. My dick is an average 6 inches. I have scattered body hair and a crooked smile. Nothing to look at. It’s also true that I come from a working class family and have a mid-level office job—it’s not like Perry married me for my money. It’s also true that I have no obvious demonstrable skills to land me a man: I have two left feet, I can barely draw stick figures, and I have a tin ear. Perry, meanwhile, is a dreamboat. He has naturally blond, thick wavy hair. His beard is always immaculately manicured. He’s 6’4” with a lithe, muscular body, just thick enough that his pecs and biceps visibly stretch his clothes. He also has a thick 8-inch dick, sings like an angel, and won multiple swing dance competitions as an undergrad. If this wasn’t enough, he came from money and has a surgeon’s income. My friends know that I’m kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. They see how much I make Perry laugh and how frequently he likes to kiss me, and they acknowledge we’re intellectual equals. Our marriage isn’t a complete mystery to them, just mostly a mystery. What they don’t know is my knack for sexual role play. I can spin a fantasy that will have Perry hard and leaking before I even touch him. Before me, all of Perry’s boyfriends had been sexually unadventurous pretty boys like him. Pretty boys often don’t have to try during sex—but us normies do. If I flatter myself, all my sexual panache did was get me a second date. My personality “bagged him.” As I laughed at myself for overreacting to one millisecond of pain, I calmed myself with the knowledge that Perry would know what to do. Reassured that I had a plan, I resumed my walk back home. It wasn’t two steps away from my resting tree that I realized things were different. My clothes were sitting on me wrong, pulling at me in odd and uncomfortable ways. When I looked down, I could see that more of my socks were showing than normal, and as I stared, a swath of shin appeared too. My sleeves also appeared to be rolling up a little bit, and the hem at the bottom of the shirt was trying to fight its way from behind my belt. My shoes also felt tighter. A few more steps later, I walked into a low-hanging tree branch. I walked this way 10 times a week: I knew this tree branch. It was low-hanging, sure, but it was only a hazard to me if I had an umbrella. On a day like today when the sun was shining warmly, the branch would pass over my head unaffected. The only explanation that made sense of everything was that I was getting taller. I looked around me, and, sure enough, it was plain as day that I was getting taller. The handful of people around me on the sidewalk seemed to be getting shorter, my strides were getting longer, each step was increasingly painful as my shoes grew tighter, and the tree branches were becoming more of obstacles. I felt a pleasant breeze tickle my stomach. My shirt had finally escaped my pants, and a large peek of my flat abs were on display. Similarly, a large flash of my shins was clearly visible. I slowed down as my impossibly tight shoes hobbled my progress. I stretched my feet one by one in hopes of relieving some of the pressure. It worked, after a fashion. My toes burst through the front of my shoes. Again, any pain I felt from this was only momentary. Since I was squarely in the residential district by this point, there were fewer pedestrians out and about. The few there were all had looks of astonishment as they stared at me. They could tell I had gotten taller. One middle aged man (a neighbor named Jack) had even taken out his phone and was filming me, which encouraged me to get home faster. At the same time my shoes gave up, I stopped growing taller. It was a good thing too, as my clothes were overburdened and threatening to join my shoes. And I still had three blocks left to walk. None of this made any sense. Perry would know what to do. Suddenly, a new sensation seized me, and it too slowed me down. I felt heavier. I don’t have other words for this. My body didn’t look particularly different, but I felt significantly heavier, and growing heavier by the second. I rubbed my stomach, and suddenly I could tell why I was heavier. My muscles, while they hadn’t gotten any bigger, were all getting denser, harder, and—yes—heavier. I could feel the strength coursing through me, trying to keep up with my staggering weight increase. I didn't have the mental capacity to try to understand this anymore; I was now just accepting my reality. It was a matter of fact that I had gotten taller; I was now just as inexplicably getting heavier. Just when I thought I could get no heavier, my clothes felt tighter again. Jack had started following me, keeping time with my ever-changing pace, and I could see a lascivious leer light up his face. I didn’t need to look down to know why he was staring. My muscles had started to swell larger. I pressed my hands into my abs. Not only did I now have a blossoming 6-pack, but I could tell my hands were bigger, and I could also feel that the density and hardness I’d recently developed was keeping up with the swelling musculature. In other words, my muscles were even harder, denser, and heavier, and only blowing up larger. My shirt was uncomfortably tight as my chest bloomed outwards. I was having a little trouble breathing until the top three buttons all gave way at once. It was then that I realized my neck had also been thickening. I reached up to feel just how thick it was, when I heard a tearing sound. My biceps, flexing as I reached towards my throat, rent both sleeves simultaneously. I looked over to Jack only to find that a small cadre of college-aged boys had joined him, staring at me, most with their own phones out as well. I realized I had to get home before I became even more of a spectacle. Perry would know what to do. I tried to pick up my pace, but that was easier said than done. My thighs had thickened into mighty columns of muscle, thicker than my waist. My growing weight didn’t help matters either. I had to throw my legs around each other in an awkward waddle, a walking method not conducive to speed. In my rush, and unaccustomed to this growing body, I tripped over my own mass and fell face-first into the sidewalk. My fans across the street cried out in shock, worried I’d hurt myself. Of course, by this point my chest had thickened so incredibly big that it took the full brunt of the impact—my face never made contact with the cement. However, I am pretty sure I cracked the concrete. I can’t say for certain there wasn’t a crack before I landed, but then I stood up, my pants shredding off my large, growing, flexing ass). I examined where I had just landed: there was a crack in the pavement, something like an impact crater. It took me a while to regain my balance. My shoulders were freakishly wide and capped with dense, thick muscle that were infiltrating my peripheral vision. My gigantic pec shelf and the overhanging ridge of my ass cantilevered out at odd angles. My biceps fought for space against my widening lats. My continually expanding quads made my stance need frequent readjustment. But, when I did regain my balance, my fans cheered. Slowly, deliberately, I continued my trek home. My shoes burst from my feet. My shirt, belt, and pants followed soon after. The few last vestiges of my clothes that clung to me were in tatters around me. Most of my torso—including my gigantic, round, pert, and still-growing pecs— and legs were completely exposed to my fans. I was pleased that my boxers were miraculously still holding on. Then I felt a new sensation. My cock and balls were feeling heavier. They were starting to grow too. My fans must have realized it at the same time I did, for the one or two who hadn’t been filming me pulled out their phones to film my newest bout of growth. By this point, my pecs were such gigantic protuberances that I couldn’t look past them to my growing crotch bulge without risking toppling over again. I could, however, both hear and feel the growth. I heard if when my boxers snapped clean off me, leaving me stark naked. I felt it when my mighty ass, gigantic balls, and free-swinging cock bounded free, gently caressed by the spring breeze. My balls were down to the tops of my thighs, still surging larger. Blessedly, I was finally in front of my house. However, I knew I was far too wide and thick to fit through the front door. Hell, I was so heavy by this point, I’d likely demolish the front porch just by stepping on it. From the shed out back, I heard grunting and loud, heavy clinking sounds. Perry was working out in his personal gym. When we bought this house, there had been a mowing shed in the backyard, but Perry had converted it into his personal gym. Because the previous owners had owned a riding mower, the door to the shed opened like a garage door: it was a wall that slid up. My fans followed me as I toddled and waddled around the side of the house to shed out back. I did my best to pull up the door, but unfamiliar with my new strength, I ended up just tearing it off the shed. That act of wanton destruction caused my fans to disperse. Inside his now three-walled shed, Perry was in his workout clothes, his face red from exertion, all his hair slick with sweat. He paused mid-curl and stared at me. I felt my muscles continuing to enlarge, my cock continuing to lengthen, and my balls continuing to swell. At that moment, my balls reached past my knees, the cock large enough and thick enough to match it. My muscles were now so big as to have surpassed inhumanly large a hundred pounds ago. When Perry saw me, he looked instantly aroused. But not surprised. “Hello, Dirk,” he said to me sweetly. “Has it finished yet?” “Has what finished?” I asked. We were both impressed at how low, resonant, and sexy my voice had become. “The body hair hasn’t grown in yet, so I don’t think so,” he said, ignoring my question. As if he had invoked it, my face, chest, and abs erupted in a thick carpet of hair. Lush and luxurious, so thick you could grab it by the fistful, I was now a furry, hairy fuck. Soon on top of that, I felt what I could only describe as my skin shrinking—my muscles now showed more definition, veins forced their way to the surface. “You are so hot,” Perry said, nearly drooling. “What’s going on?” I thundered. “No, seriously,” Perry said. He put down his weight and pointed over to the floor-length mirror. I hadn’t felt any of the changes to my face, but it had clearly changed. I was model handsome with a sleek new nose, intense cheekbones, a prominent jaw, and a thick but maintained beard. My hair was no longer mud-brown; it was charcoal black. My eyes were no longer mud-brown; they were amber. As I looked in the mirror, I surveyed the rest of the changes. My chest was giant, prodigious—two hairy globes of muscle hanging gravity-defyingly above a taut, tiny waist of cobbled six-pack and cum gutters. My thighs were cabled, veiny, striated columns of thick brawn. My arms were so thick as to dwarf Perry’s thick, muscular legs—pushed out even further by sinewy deltoids and wide, cobra-like lats. My ass was so intensely large and muscular it was visible from the front. My cock was as thick as Perry’s forearm and hung down to my knees, soft. My balls were the size of basketballs in a sac that hanging even lower. As I stood there, absorbing my breathtaking glory, my cock hardened, growing larger, thicker, huger, more rigid and veiny, and the slight breeze in the air stroked it, stimulating it beautifully. Perry’s phone chirped. “That’ll be Jack sending me the film he took.” “What the fuck, Perry?” I asked. “Well, Dirk,” he responded, “if you recall, there was that very complicated heart surgery I performed last month. It was sixteen hours long, and the patient was touch-and-go the whole time. But, she pulled through and made a full recovery. In record time, mind you. It was like magic. She should've been recuperating, nearly bedridden, for months. But, she came to my office yesterday. She offered to have sex with me as thanks. When I explained she was still recovering and should take it easy, she told me she'd jogged almost ten miles to my office. When I explained it was inappropriate for a doctor to have sex with their patients, she insisted we have sex anyways, as I technically no longer was her doctor. When I explained I was happily married to a man, she then offered to make a sexual fantasy come true.” “What?” “Turns out, fae folk have very similar cardiovascular systems to humans. And, among her people, a debt cannot be repaid with money alone. She proved her fae powers to me, but, when she uses them on humans, they are limited to sexual magic. She asked what fantasy of mine she could fulfill to repay her debt.” Perry paused meaningfully. Everything that had just happened did seem magic, so I accepted it. If Perry was convinced, that was enough for me. “A sexual fantasy of mine that I wanted to come true? That was tempting. I told her I’m already married to the man of my dreams, but what if he had the body of my dreams? So, I showed her our first role play. From our first date.” I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing thickly. “That was so long ago,” I said. “You don’t remember the details, then?” he asked. “I don’t remember the broad strokes,” I admitted. “What are the details?” “You created such a world, Dirk. You should just reread it.” “The gist?” I implored. Perry suggestively raised and lowered his eyebrows. “You’re now 6’9”. Ninety inch chest, forty-two inch thighs, thirty-six inch biceps, forty-inch waist. Your muscles are also five times denser than a normal man’s, so you probably weigh over 1,000 pounds and are five times stronger than you look. And you look stronger than the Hulk. Also, it’s now ten times easier for you to gain muscle than a normal man, supplements and PEDs are three times more effective. You barely need to do anything to maintain this masculine edifice. I could keep going.” By this point, my dick was hard as a girder and leaking a river of pre. “What about this?” I said, pointing to my gargantuan erection. “30 inches soft, 48 inches hard. Super sensitive with twice as many nerve endings. A super-shooter. And the amount of testosterone you produce.” Perry whistled, impressed. “So, I’m never gonna top again,” I said pointedly. “We both prefer it when I top,” Perry said. “But our role play gave me five triggers. Five sentences I could say to temporarily alter your body.” “Meaning what?” I asked. “Ride ‘em cowboy,” Perry said. As soon as he finished speaking, my dick somehow got harder. Oddly, as it hardened, it got smaller and smaller until it was only 9 inches and proportionately thick. However, it was diamond hard, blazingly hot, and just as sensitive as it had been. I could see my heartbeat as my cock pulsed in sync. “In the role play, you called it an atomic erection. The same number of nerve endings, the same amount of blood. So, that tool,” he pointed, “is exponentially harder than its four foot counterpart, but just as sensitive, and conveniently fits it my mouth, hands, or ass.” It was painfully hard. But the pain was somehow pleasant. “What’s the trigger to make it go back to its four-foot size?” “No trigger. You just have to come.” “My body’s impossibly huge,” I said, trying to reach my dick, but failing because my biceps and pecs continuously collided into each other. “Clark Kent,” Perry said. And as soon as it was uttered, my body compacted into itself. My height and body hair remained what they were, but my musculature condensed. I looked like an impossibly ripped 320-pound bodybuilder with something like 2% body fat, but I could tell I had lost no strength or weight—I had just become even denser. But I was small and nimble enough to reach my aching cock. My balls had also condensed. They were still tantalizingly large and absurdly heavy, but I could fit one in the palm of my hand. I began stroking my cock, delighting in the lightning fire of delight emanating from my ministrations. Perry said, “Your soft cock would be appropriately scaled down, too. With your body this way, you can still go to work, hang out with friends, and seemingly live a normal life. But I wouldn’t go swimming at that density, unless the water’s shallow. I bet you can guess what trigger will turn you back.” “You’re not going to trick me into saying it,” I said, blissing out on my masturbation. “At least, not until I climax.” “Say it all you want. Wouldn’t accomplish anything,” Perry said. “The role play gives me and me alone control.” “The other two triggers?” I asked. “One makes you go into a mindless rut for a full day and night. The other makes you obsessed with putting on another 50 pounds of muscle mass. The scenario you wrote has you start at this size with potential to grow so much bigger. As long as we have access to heavy enough weights, like construction equipment and commercial airplanes.” I took in everything he was saying, but I masturbated more frenetically as he spoke. I could feel an orgasm inch closer, but I couldn’t cross the threshold. “Jerk off all you want,” Perry teased. “While your dick’s this small,” he said of my nine-inch monstrosity, “only I can get you off.” I stopped masturbating, and locked eyes with Parry. I was panting heavily, my thick, hairy chest rising and falling. “I know what to do,” Perry said. “We should both play hooky from work tomorrow, and we spend the next 24 hours in a mindless rut. What do you say?” I nodded, my eyes practically begging him to say it. With a smirk, Perry said, “Heigh-ho, Silver.”
  2. vitruvian3

    rewarded effort

    some background: i've been lurking this site for over a decade, trying to work up the courage to post something one day. i guess today's that day. this is a relatively short snippet but i'm planning on eventually adding to it. i guess it's my thanks to all of you for providing stuff for me to lurk at for all those years. --- It had been a long year. Trapped inside for most of it, languishing away, Jacob could feel his mind and body withering. Sure, it'd been fun for the first couple weeks- out of work with nothing to do, expenses taken care of by his employer's robust severance cheque... but after he'd beaten his favourite video games for the third or fourth time it had grown quickly stale. And without his friends coming by, well. Bored was putting his mental state lightly. See, Jacob had been a social guy. A real butterfly, as it were. He was cute, was the main reason- though if you asked him he'd probably have a few more choice adjectives to use. Narrative honesty requires that we stick mostly to "cute" here; he was classic twink, not so much skinny as just un-toned, smooth, more pretty than handsome. Looks that got him laid, sure, and pleasurably so. And looks that were definitely not getting him laid anymore: he idly opened Grindr for the third time that morning and was greeted not with invitations but with the silence of an app laid waste by quarantine. God damn it, he thought. It hadn't been the first time he'd had that thought that morning. The thing though that had made quarantine especially grating on poor Jacob's psyche wasn't even the tumbleweeds rolling across the wide road of his sex life. No; it was more troubling. You see, Jacob had been giving himself quite a bit of introspective time. Considering his options, as it were, and what he wanted out of life. And he'd touched upon something he found... worrying. Jacob wanted to be big. Not-- not huge, he told himself. But maybe if he could, you know, get some serious workouts in, really dial in his calorie intake, do a "dirty bulk" or whatever they called it, it'd be nice to have a little meat on his frame. A lot of meat on his frame. Four-plate squat meat on his frame. And the rest of the body to go with it-- thick and powerful and hard and so, so strong. This wanting turned, shall we say, a little more intense. Soon he was fantasizing about himself as an emerging musclebear, hairy and huge and exuding a masculinity that wasn't so much powerful as undeniable. The kind of guy he'd find himself transfixed by at the bars, but the kind of guy whose attention in turn was fixated on those like him. He spent hours browsing sites, looking at powerlifters, at offseason bodybuilders, at a (maybe not so) shocking amount of porn, building his idea of what he wanted to become bit by bit. Reading about how to achieve it, first balking at the requirements, then gradually embracing them. He had all the information he needed. He had a goal. He had the resources. He just needed to put his plan into work. It took a suprisingly long time for him to get up the gumption. Jacob may have been a flirt, but he was shy; changing his body like this would immediately make him the centre of attention in any group. But the yearning was stronger than his self-consciousness. It grew, and grew, and one day-- he woke, stood, looked at himself in the mirror, and decided to start. Was it difficult? Of course it was. Having no access to an outside gym, Jacob started with bodyweight. Squats, pushups, wall-sits, dead bugs, crunches, planks-- he ran through the beginner's gauntlet for as many reps as he could stand. The first day he went through it once, the second day twice. By the end of the month it was easy as breathing. He chalked the progress up to the monstrous amount of food he'd begun to consume; in the mirror, his frame looked slightly broader, his muscles more tight. But not larger. Not yet. The second month, he bit the bullet and began to order weights. An olympic bar and bench came first, some bumper plates next. He began to deadlift, to squat, to press. Dumbbells followed shortly after, and with them curls, extensions, any movement he could come up with. He scoured the internet for more. He ate like a starving man. He ordered more weight. When the first pair of proper plates came in, it'd been three months. When the second pair arrived, it'd only taken two weeks for him to work up to them. He had gone from lifting twice a day to spending his waking hours either eating or lifting. It's not like he had much else to do, he reasoned. And the rush he felt when he looked in the mirror-- He had changed, dear reader. Jacob had taken to lifting like a fish to water. He was lean, not bodybuilder levels, but hadn't had a lot of fat on him to start with. This only made the muscle he'd put on more stark. His legs were thick, quads becoming more clearly separated by the day, his calves hard and heart-shaped. His ass had tightened, risen, round and hard-- every time he saw it over his shoulder in the mirror, he longed for more. His back had widened, the wings of his lats apparent, his traps beginning to rise. His shoulders were rounded, beginning to separate more fully. His chest- he'd worked hard on it, and his pecs had blossomed into hard, gorgeous mounds of muscle. He'd find himself flexing them alternately throughout the day, whenever he was bored; it'd become a hobby of sorts. His arms were incredible, for someone so new to lifting. Thick, hard, and with just the faintest beginning of a vein curving over the peak of his bicep. The real standout, though, were his abs. Jacob had been merciless to them, even when he was doing only bodyweight exercises, and his sadist streak towards torturing his stomach hadn't ceased. His efforts were rewarded with a near-freakishly tight midsection, his abs showing through in a clear six-pack despite his relatively high body fat. His obliques were steel-hard, cascading down his sides and connecting to form a flawless Adonis' belt, an arrow of muscle straight to his dick. He knew how strong these muscles were-- could do a five minute plank without breaking a sweat, had begun to do weighted sit-ups holding two plates on his chest -- but something in the back of his mind still stirred. He wasn't satisfied. More weight was ordered. More food. Jacob began to research supplements, first the ordinary, then when he'd exhausted that endeavour began to dip his toe into the more intense, esoteric, dubiously legal. It only took another month of intense, unrelenting lifting before he plunged deeper. He didn't want to cycle. No, he wanted to cruise; wanted the slow build of his body putting on more mass, becoming more and more intensely hard and strong and masculine with every day he woke. The day he got what he'd ordered, he regarded himself in the mirror before his first injection. He looked good, by anyone's measure; veins had begun to emerge in his arms, which had ballooned from set after superset of curls and extensions. His pecs had grown thicker, deeper, the seperation between them stark. His legs were thick, quads fully obviously separated even unflexed, the muscle heavy and like steel. His ass had become something out of myth, round, high, and tight. It was getting hard for him to find anything to wear that didn't make him look cartoonishly pornographic; if pants fit around his massive thighs and rock-hard ass, they would inevitably bag around his comparatively tiny waist. Speaking of. He had focused even harder on his abs, incorporating ever more torturously long weighted static holds and hundreds of reps of every movement he could devise. Ten minute planks with 150 pounds on his back. Bicycle crunches with punishingly heavy ankle weights. He'd get his ab roller out and spend a few hours before bed performing thousands of reps, unsatisfied until he'd pushed the muscles to failure, and then finish off his day doing crunches until he couldn't move. He'd wake up on the mat, still in his workout clothes, and run his hands down his stomach: like hot steel, his abs tightened with every breath into something even he lacked the words to describe. Four pairs of bricks ran down his stomach, protruding a solid inch unflexed. Obliques beyond description - so hard they didn't feel human - flanked them. When he prepped his shot, pressed the plunger down, and took his first step towards something he couldn't truly even picture, he looked at his reflection and almost came. Not thinking of what he was, already near-Adonis-like in his muscularity, but what he was going to be.
  3. Hey guys! This is my first ever attempt at writing a story on here. Hope you'll like it, sorry for the bad english and if there are mistakes here and there but that's not my first language. FIRST PART “Tomorrow more thunderstorms, 25° degrees with a chance of clear sky in the afternoon” said the television. Man, this weather really isn’t doing good to me. Thinking about all of what’s been on-going in my life in this past, crazy year. I’ve always been a solitary person, not a loner, just someone who enjoys time with myself, lately I’ve been feeling really down. My name is John and I live in New York, in the outscourts. I’ve always been an extremely solar person and I had a lot of friends over the years but as far as my relationships I’ve always been quite unlucky. All of my stories have ended with me being really heartbroken and alone, I never had a long lovestory, even after i came out. I come from a catholic background but when I’ve heard that my chuch didn’t see people like me as “normal” I had no other chances than to leave and start living for myself, even tho I’ve always needed something to believe into, that decision didn’t really impact my life, I didn’t fall into depression and I’ve always kept being a happy person but I’m kinda understanding that I'm now starting to feel a bit lost. So I decided to text my best friend and tell him that at 27 I feel like that. If there’s something I’ve always been grateful for is that I’ve always been blessed with awesome friends. Even when I came out, they always have been understanding and supporting and they even got my back with my parents in the beginning. His response took me by surprise: “you should try astrology”. Has he gone mad?. I’ve always been on the nerd/space-lover spectrum so I didn’t really believe in that shit, how could lifeless things like planets control and condition our lifes? Phisics explain you quite well why these stuff can’t be real, come on!!! What are we even talking about… “stop that bullshit that’s going over your head and try it” said the message. Lol, he knows me too well “just search on youtube for Taurus august 2022 and see what comes up”. Well, let’s try this bullshit I said to myself. So there I was, a 27 years old male searching for something fake that is probably never going to happen. The first videos starts filling my page. A train of negative thoughts fills my mind: Lol they’re contradicting themselves, so it’s my life going to be good or nah?, well, let’s open one of these. The video opens with a table and a lot of cards on the plate. The voice of a girl who seems to be smoothing and healing starts playing in my headphones. She shuffles the card and starts talking bull… ehm, things. I’m surprised by the way, the things she says are not that terrible and they are actually great. I can see now why so many people follow this stuff. “So, apparently you are going through a lot lately or you were going through a lot, or u’ll be” – there she goes, trying to get into people's good graces – “I just want to tell you that this card means that your troubles will end soon, a new love is coming in and wow, it’s actually going to be your soulmate!” – They always say stuff like this, but you know, this makes me happy, I hope she’s right. She even goes into details: “I see you meeting this person at some place that has something to do with sports. It’s not going to be exactly your type but go for it and stick with it, that is your challenge, if you win, things will exceed ur expectations and even your wildest dreams.” And then the reading ends. I have to admit it, right now I feel great and I really hope that what she’s being saying comes true. With that in mind I go to sleep, not after thanking my friend for suggesting me such videos. One week has passed since that night and I find myself feeling more engulfed and connected to this new town, I now have a small group of friends to hang out with and I feel more confident. As a result I decide try out things I’m normally scared to do. I decide to join a gym. I always wanted to have muscles and look better. So i make my way to the nearest one, however, when I get inside I remember why i was so scared. A huge guy, much taller than me and with wide shoulders comes passing in front of me. And no, I’m not scared of being hurt, I’m scared of being attracted to him. I always had a fetish for strength and huge muscles since I was a kid and I was afraid that by joining a gym, this fetish of mine combined with my gayness could have led me to trouble, but as I follow this guy, with my mouth watering and my eyes wide open I find myself in a very comfortable, modern and happy place. A young lady welcomes me and asks me, with a very calm and comforting voice what I want to achieve, I explain to her my goals and she calls one of the personal trainers. My mind is absolutely taken by the beauty of this guy. Shining blue eyes, blonde hair, a perfect smile and just a happy attitude that makes u feel comfortable and safe but it’s what is underneath the face that blows me away. It’s defenatelly one of the biggest guys I’ve ever seen, wearing his tanktop only, his body seems to be carved out of stone. Two enormous biceps that must’ve been at least 20 inches bulges out of his frames and shifts and moves at every movement he does, on top of that, enormous boulder shoulders complete the pack and make my puny body feel so small. I see also two perfect gigantic pecs bursting out of his frame and only my fantasy could dream about what’s under that, covered by that tank top. Then I got slapped back to reality by his voice, telling me that he made me a plan and a diet based on my goals and asking me if I want to get around the gym, to wich I respond yes. As we enter the wigh room my mind almost collapses. The huge, filled with machine, space is populated by all sorts of people young, old and of all body types but my eyes are fixed in some type of people especially. I noticed with awe, that my personal trainer is one of the medium sized guys there and that there are way bigger guys all sweaty and grunting. It's like I’m in paradise and that’s a problem, I try hard to hide my boner and the personal trainer almost notices it. At the end of the tour I pay for my first subscription and leave, looking forward to come back for the first session the day after. The next day went as fast as a bullet-train and it’s already afternoon, in a few hours and it's time to head to that fantastic place I’ve been yesterday. My mind rushes trough all of that huge guys I have already fell in love with, maybe some of them noticed me, maybe some could be gay and interested, maybe that huge black stallion who smirked at me while flexing, I never had a muscle guy as a boyfriend and I’ve always wanted one. So here I am right now making all sorts of stories in my mind about guys I never even talked to. I pack my bag, putting a t-shirt and some shorts in it. I also throw my brand new liquid bottle I’ve bought the other day at the store and I head towards the gym. As I get inside i see my personal trainer sitted on a couch. God, is he beautiful… Today he’s wearing a t-shirt, the best t-shirt I’ve seen with a planet on it and I don't know if i'm more taken by the fact that he's playing some super Smash Bros (Wait, all that muscles and he’s also a nerd?) or by the huge pecs that stand against the firm of his shirt. Anyway, he sees me and comes welcome me. “Hey man, what’s up?” God how beautiful his eyes are… “Are u ready for today’s session?” “yes, absolutely, I can’t wait! Is that SupersmashBros?” “yes, I’m a huge fan” “oh, me too, what’s your favourite character?” “idk, I love all, anyway, today we’ll start easy, you have to do a 2km walk on the tapis-roulant and then we’ll start with some light dumbells. You can find them in the main room near the mirror, don’t be afraid to ask other people to help u, me included, if there is something we are proud of in this gym, is the quality of the people, everyone is so positive, supportive and ready to give u hand, even those big scary guys, don’t be afraid to talk to them, they look tough but inside they really are awesome persons, we’ll all here to reach our goals so motivate each-other is our number one priority” “ok, got it, thank you!” “I’ll be training aswell so you can find me in the weigh room or here doing some paperwork. If u want I can come around sometime and look at your progresses!” “Well, that’d be great!” “Ok, c u later, and remember, you can, and you will obtain the body of your dreams, all you need is a little consistency and work hard, we all done it, you can too!” “Thank you so much, have a great training!” ...and just like that he was gone. The first thing I noticed in this conversation was his detachment, maybe he’s not into me, or maybe he just treats the new clients this way (gosh i am really crazy, am i?). I enter the changing room and I find it empty. AAAh, that’s bad, I really wanted to see some naked sexy huge muscles but for today nothing, there’s only one slim guy. So I take my clothes off and start looking in the mirror, before joining this gym I trained at home for a bit with wathever I could so I’m not really extremely skinny, even if still little as fuck, I have some abs starting to pop out and my little 10 inches biceps, “it’s not that much but it’s a start” I repeat to myself. I flex my right bicep and take a snapshot. I really want to do things right this time so i’m taking progress shots. I can’t wait to see them grow bigger. So then I’m ready to finally start my training. I head towards the weigh room and the same “enchanting” smell of sweat, iron and testosterone fullfills my nosetrills. I head towards the tapis-roulant, they’re facing the road and the rest of the city. The view is amazing, but I have a more amazing view I can observe right from the window’s reflection. Two, big and cute stallions are training with dumbells just right behind my back I see all the streations, all the veins pumping blood and screaming power from inside of them, all of this coupled with sweat and grunts… “hey, what’s going on? You’re new here!”. A voice wakes me up from my fantasies. I turn right and I see this guy in the tapis-roulant near me, very slim, slimmer than me, long hair over his face. light skin and big brown eyes. “Good thank you, Yes I’m new” I try to cut the conversation short… “Oh, so how do you find the gym, are u having fun or…” I noticed that my 2 km on the tapis-roulant were over. “Well, it's my first day here so i don't know yet unfortunatelly, bye”. While walking away I noticed him getting a bit upset about my reaction. Maybe he’s just very shy and seems to be a bit nerd. But not too much. He keeps following his routine. “Well, maybe I’ll talk to him more” I thought to myself. In the next weeks we started to become friends, as i approachd him more, because i've been a real asshole the first day, too much taken away by other muscle guys, i need to control my fetishes. Anyway, His name was Andrew and he was into the same things as me, he liked space more than me and was a huge nerd of it, jesus he knew way more than me and I was astonished by how intelligent and passionate was about the subject, we could go on for days talking about galaxies, planets, nebulae and all sorts of stuff. We exchanged views on the possibility of humans getting to mars and what could possibly happen on there. If terraforming was possible or not and I was surprised by his knowledge on phisics and chemistry aswell, Just talking to him for one hour made me learn so much about the topic that I was taken away by how much I knew more when we were done talking. He was also a big travel enthusiast and he told me about the places he visited with his family and how amazing they were also how he could not wait to come back to those places. He made every session in the gym far more easier and less tiring. Actually, to tell the truth, I could not wait to get back to the gym to meet and talk to him. He told me was becoming a civil engineer and even in that field he knew so much, you could tell it was a passion of him. Still, he was not my type. Even tho he had those beautiful big brown eyes, I was still attrackted to that hunk of a personal trainer and to all those amazing other people, so I would go on and off to those guys and talk to them, getting weird looks or being ignored but I was daydreaming about the fact that maybe they could have been into me (i am crazy, i know). I remember one day trying to say something sexy to my personal trainer and see how he reacted to that and all I got was a weird stare and a laugh after, later that day he cleared all my doubts, he was not gay. So, in one way or another my experience there always brought me back to that nerd which I loved to be in contact with that seemed to be the only person I can really get along with. That said, the people there were really extremely nice and once appured that I was gay, wich justified my really weird behaviour towards them. (I told it publicly one day in front of everyone, the nerd included) I started to make some friends in there. The bigger guys after the news were even happy to see me staring at their gigantic muscles (obviously maintaining the distances), they laughed and joked about the fact that: “At least you enjoy these, we do this stuff for girls but they all prefer smaller guys with the ‘rich and cool guy’ attitude” and they told me that if I kept going I would have become like them one day. To recap, it had become a heaven, every day I could not wait to get back in there. After sometime, one of the girls at the reception invited me to a party with some of her friends at her house to meet new people. I loudly said yes. I was just invited to the first party in this new town! The night came and I was really excited but at the same time scared, I did not knew anyone except for her so It would be quite a challenge to fit in the new group. So I was there prepping for my first night out. I came out of the shower and I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, all these beautiful times and the gym were really having their effects on me. I noticed how my bicep went from a 12.5’ up to a or a 13, they were starting to emerge and getting bigger and my shoulders and pecs were doing the same, I also noticed how my first abs were starting to pop out and my belly was disappearing. After I did my hair I felt like an adonis at the beggining stages was staring back at me in the mirror (i'm also very narcissistic apparently). I didn’t feel so good with myself and so happy in years. I wore my light-blue shirt with short sleeves with my baije trousers and I did not wear a tank top under. I wanted people to notice how i had no belly and how big my biceps were getting. I noticed how the sleeves were getting kind of tight and that made me feel very powerful. A bit of essence and I was ready to go. I felt like a puma, the thing, I could never been happier. I arrived at her house, a not-that-big house in the residential part of the city, but really cute and purposely adorned for the party. A very beautiful Janice, dressed in her best dress greeted me. She was really taken away by my appearance and complimented me for how I looked. I was on cloud nine and that gave me such a big confidence boost for the night. He incroduced me to everybody. I was kind of disappointed tho, I’d expect it to find more muscular guys since Janice’s workplace. Instead, i saw that everybody was on the skinny side. Then I went to the first floor in search for the toilet, I found myself in a narrow corridor and I realized I didn’t know where it was. On the right hand-side there was a kitchen so I decided to step in to ask for directions. As soon as I turned the angle I stopped on my feet and I was blown away. A guy, was standing there drinking with his back leaned against the wall. He was certainly one of the most beautiful guys I’ve seen in years. Two kind of familiar big brown eyes were mounted on top of a kind of childish-looking baby face, his perfectly trimmed brown beard covered up his cheecks and his chin. On top of that there were the most perfect hair I’ve seen in a guy, forming a kind of a wave on top of his head showing a very broad forehead, meaning that he probably was also clever. But the big dish was what was underneath that. Now this guy was by far the biggest guy at the party and he must have went a lot to the gym. He was far from being a bodybuilder but he was significantly bigger than me with a mid-large fitness model bodytype that made him really stand out from the crowd. His biceps were unflexed but once in display they might have been at least 18 inches. In the middle of that two big pecs were clearly visible from under a bit-too-tight-for-his-muscles light blue long-sleeved shirt that he was dressed in and the lack of a curve under them meant that he might had something exciting under those. He finished his drink and turned his head towards me. I was petrified. What do I do now, do I run away? a million guesses crossed my mind Why do I become shy as hell when it comes to new hot guys, also why am i such a big muscle whore…. He smiles Goddamnit how beautiful his smiles i… A familiar voice came out of his mouth when he started talking “JOHN! Hi!”. “A-Andrew? H-… I mean… Hi-how are you?” in my mind: HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY BE HIM, I TALKED TO HIM THIS MORNING HOW IN THE WORLD… Also, do his voice sound a bit pitched down and more powerful? “So in the end you’ve made it in time, you were so scared today” “Y-ye.. yes I mean haha yes, have you seen it… I really made it” – My mind still processing all the data from the stud in front of me. “Is something wrong you sound strange…” “nono absolutely” as he moved closer to me I started to take in the fact that he was bigger than previously tought, to the point where I started to feel a bit of that powerlessness and intimidation that I love and feel around the huge guys at my gym, I also noticed that when I met him he was shorter than me but now we saw eye to eye. As we started to talk about our day, the usual friendly and laid back attitude I’m used started to came out from him, even if he told me that he was a bit nervous due to the new social setting. The one who kept acting different was me. I just couldn’t get my eyes of him, those newly acquired wide shoulders and biceps were amazing. He didn’t seem to care about my staring so I decided to laid a compliment. “BTW, you look incedible tonight” I said causually, in the middle of our conversation. I noticed his face started turning red as he shyely replies to me: “Hey thanks, you look good too” I nodded and kept going with my compliments: “No, I mean, you look different, you should always keep this look” “Haha yes, thanks. I didn’t know that a haircut, some nice clothes and lens instead of glasses could make that much of a difference! Everybody’s giving me compliments and now you too, I might thank Janice”. “How about this shirt, it’s amazing, where did you buy it?” “Oh, it’s an old shirt of mine, I know, I should’ve gone buying a new one because this one’s from 3 years ago and it’s a bit tight” And it was, my eyes were in astonishment at the sight of the shirt being stretched over his big chest. “Yeah, you can tell, gym is really doing good on you, when did you got so big?” A weird and confused, a bit uncomfortable but happy face appeared on his face. I was sweating like a pig and regretting every word that came out of my mouth… HEY, he really noticed that I was giving him compliments tho. “What are you talking about, you see me everyday, you’ve seen me naked this morning, It’s always me.” Gosh, why I always do this to people. I must have shutted my mouth, WAIT I HAVE THIS STUD NAKED AROUND ME EVERYDAY AND DID NOT NOTICED IT? Then a flash comes into my mind: Oh yeah, he does a flexing session at the end of every training but he had long hair and my attention was always taken by the fact that that’s usually my huge personal trainers hour to change in the locking room. While he was saying that he brought his right arm behind his head and while scratching it he made his bicep tense a bit. It was actually much bigger than I expected. Hell, it might have been even well over 18.5/19 inches for the looks and it wasn’t barely even fully flexed. He started playing with his hair as that amazing bicep started dancing following the movements of his fingers. Some big veins started to appear under as I kept on watching, absolutely mesmerized by what I was withnessing. I can’t believe I was now starting to drool after the same guy who I was trying to escape the first day. My face must have been aroused a bit the whole time this was happening as a stare from his questioning big brown eyes brought me back to earth. Right, in the locker room, during his flexing sessions he was even asking me questions on what did I think about all this might he’s building and I would distractly answer him while I spent my time looking at a person I was not even that close, changing his clothes, What in the world was I thinking? Now I need to come up with something. “Yes, I see you, but I don’t know, it’s probably the haircut that actually let’s people see how big you’ve gotten”. His eyes turned into a proud uncomfortable stare as he stared to look at his own muscles, getting his arm down and flexing it a bit together with his right pec. I was about to cum. “Haha thanks, I’ve been working out a bit here and there” As he said that he started to glance at the people around us as I did too, he noticed that a lot of people were staring at him with the back of their eyes His glare turned into a confident one. "Yeah, I feel a lot better now that I'm a bit more muscular, less scared and more at peace with myself, you have a great body too" " Thanks but I'm barely half your size dude!" "Nah, u look great. U look much much better and beautiful than when I first met you at the beginning of this 3 months" He said that with a very shy glare, omg how I loved this huge shy muscle nerd I had in front, he was the hottest person on the planet right now. A pleased Janice was staring at the conversation from the doorstep.
  4. Elongro Silver "That's my boy! a father cheers on his son. He's masculine brown beard and headed father in the stands of a little league game as he cheered on his little son briefly running in the foreground. The scene fades to a few years later. "That's my boy!" said the same father in the stands at a school gym. he and his son are slightly older the father's hair and beard are salt and pepper, his son is taller and more adult looking like he was in high school. A few years later... "That's my boy!" the father cheers on his growing son. It's obvious his son and the others players have taken Elongro. Cut to... The father and son walking together after the game. Both come across the son's group of friends. "This is my dad!" The son says to the friends and they warmly greet him, but various camera angles show the size difference. The father is jovial but there is a look of dismay. The son is revealed to have a slight look of pity. Announcer: "Feeling a little small in this world?" Cut to... another scene of the family at a restaurant. The father and his wife are at a table at a restaurant looking upward at their two GIANT boys. "Feeling pushed to the side?" Cut to... a shot of the family at a reunion, the GIANT sons are the center of attention and the parents are cast aside. "Feeling like you're worth is shrinking?" Cut to a scene of the father at work looking at a young co-worker getting a big promotion that obviously should have been given to him. "Then ask your doctor about new Elongro Silver from the makers of Elongro!" the announcer lauds as the box and logo are shown. Various scenes of the father growing and gaining more confidence in various locations including the gym progress as the following paragraph is read. "Elongro Silver has been clinically shown in older adults over the average age of 45 to dramatically improve muscle size and strength as well as height and overall health. Elongro SIlver may increase the size of genitals and libido. Elongro Silver can even treat or cure some previous health conditions after use based on clinical studies. Side effects include dramatic growth of muscles and height. Regular exercise can increase these effects. Growth effects are variable based on body type, metabolism and overall health before taking Elongro Sliver. There may be other factors that may affect growth. Body growth has been known to be more affected by the intensity of exercise. Mental side effects such as increased attention span, acuity and overall intelligence may occur as well. These are also affected by situations that require increased use of mental states. Minor effects such as rash or bruising and soreness at the injection site may occur. These effects are temporary and non life threatening. Be prepared to accommodate for the effects of growth as Elongro Silver may make some ordinary life situations a little more difficult. Government and private programs are available to assist with this life adjustment. Elongro Silver may cause changes in mood, thoughts of dominance and superiority complex may develop although mild and treatable. Seek professional help should these moods become severe. Elongro Silver is a vaccine. Elongro Silver must only be taken once. Do not take Elongro Silver if you had a previous dose of Elongro or Elongro Silver. Detrimental and potential life threatening effects will occur should multiple doses be taken including shrinkage of muscles, height and other body organs including genitalia. Depression and suicidal thoughts have occurred after a second dose. Only your doctor can prescribe Elongro and Elongro Silver. Cut to... similar scene later on of the son and father walking together. "This is my dad!" The son announces proudly as the father stands tall next to him, his muscles bulging huge and his height seeming to loom over the son's friends. Different camera angles reflect the scene. The son's friends look at the father in awe as the father turns to the camera. "Get your life back, BIG TIME! Talk to your doctor about new Elongro Silver." The father flexes a massive bicep. "I did." The son and his friends surround the father patting him on the back and treating him like a bro before the scene fades to black.
  5. Supercrav

    Meeting my real life hero

    I had been collecting data about him for months. Almost two years. I had pulled out all the stops, bribing government workers of his native country, one guy who lived across the street, the parking attendant of his favorite gym, even an engineer of his mobile phone / internet service provider. It had cost me a small fortune. I knew everything there was to know about his comings and goings, his habits, his whereabouts, his visits to family and friends, his hangouts. All his activities were following a regular plan, a strict schedule, leaving little to spontaneity, or unexpected events. Not very surprising, the man was a dedicated athlete, one of the very few top pro super-heavyweight bodybuilders in the world, so every aspect of his life was directed by extreme self-discipline. Every other month, on the third Friday, he was taking a train to visit his family. At 9:17am. The railroad network in Slovakia was inexpensive, but not very modern nor well maintained, especially on secondary lines like the one he was taking. It took that train six hours to make the two hundred and sixty kilometers course. So, I know what you're thinking, that stuff I did is creepy as hell, I am a twisted, deranged psycho, a predator, and to that, I must say, guilty as charged. I was just so obsessed by that man. Meeting him, talking with him was my one and only dream. I didn't have any further expectations, I did have fantasies about him, I must admit, but honestly, it wasn't what that operation was about. I wasn't silly, nor "deranged" enough to expect for one single second that this hero of mine would ever consider anything physical with me, except maybe crushing my skull with the flick of a finger. I even tried to keep any sexual thoughts about him clear off my mind. Nothing of the sort could ever happen, to begin with, and also, letting my brain go down that road would most likely making me lose my cool, act ridiculous, and, yes, creepy as hell, just ruin everything. And there I was anyway. I had carefully chosen the right moment for my encounter with the bodybuilder. I was alone on the platform of a tiny station, first one outside the city. That particular Friday was right in the middle of official holidays, so the occupancy of the train would be reduced to a minimum. There will be nothing surprising about that train being almost empty on that date. Besides, he had his first major competition of the season in less than three weeks. The man was famous for being in great physical condition all year long, but with an upcoming competition he will certainly look even better. The train stopped in the station, my heart was racing like crazy already, so I went on the train, in the right car, heading to the right compartment. He sat at the same place every time. I walked past the compartments. All empty. There was no one but the two of us on the train, save a few employees and the conductor. The whole train. I had made sure of it, as A had bought every single seat on the train but his. I pulled the latch of his compartment's doors with a trembling hand and they slid open, And here goes "Sorry Sir do you..." I stopped right there, thinking he probably wouldn't be minding anything I say or do. He just wasn't there. --------------
  6. Hyper Men of the Empire Do not worry citizen. All have been taken care of. You have been taken care of. Take a deep breath. And relax. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. You will not be a civilian of. The Galactic Empire. Anymore. You have been recruited. RELAX. No human interaction is allowed during. Adaptation. The entire. Adaptation. Is facilitated by computer software. You will not leave the. Adaptation Chamber. Until adapted. There is no reason for worry. RELAX. Take a deep breath. And relax. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. Citizens of. The Galactic Empire. Can sleep peacefully. And lead their peaceful lives, thanks to their. Protectors. Protectors. Are. Hyper Men. Hyper Men. Have been adapted. To serve. The Galactic Empire. There is no reason for worry. RELAX. Take a deep breath. And relax. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. Altered DNA. Has entered your. Organism. While you were unconscious. Myostatin inhibitors. Have entered your. Organism. While you were unconscious. Preparation for. Adaptation Process. Has taken place. There is no return to civilian status. Adaptation. Is irretrievable. YOU WILL ACCEPT. That. You have been recruited. Initiating. Adaptation Process. Formula 302.1.405. is. Entering your blood stream. Resistance is futile. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. You are part of the. Adaptation Programme. Now. Adaptation. Is irretrievable. Activating. Hypertrophic Field. Activating. Anabolic Radiation. Formula 302.1.405. is. Spreading in your. Organism. No side-effects reported. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. Respiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Perspiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 10% Resistance is futile. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. You are part of the. Adaptation Programme. Now. Adaptation. Is irretrievable. YOU WILL ACCEPT. That. You have been recruited. You are becoming. One of the. Hyper Men. Hyper Men. Are. Protectors. Hyper Men. Have been adapted. To serve. The Galactic Empire. YOU WILL OBEY ORDERS. From superior officers. You will. PROTECT. Peaceful civilians. At every cost. Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 24%. No side-effects reported. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 30%. Level. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 30%. Level. Respiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Perspiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 20% Strength. Level. Increase estimated. 23% Muscle Mass. Level. Increase estimated. 15% Respiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 17% Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 35%. No side-effects reported. Myostatin inhibitors. Activity. Attested. Altered DNA. Activity. Attested. Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 45%. No side-effects reported. No statistic evidence. Against. Full integration. Into. Adaptation Programme. Recruit. Will integrate into. Adaptation Programme. Recruit. Will become. One of the. Hyper Men. Recruit. Will become. PROTECTOR. Resistance is futile. All have been taken care of. You have been recruited. You are part of the. Adaptation Programme. Now. Adaptation. Is irretrievable. YOU WILL ACCEPT. That. You have been recruited. You are becoming. One of the. Hyper Men. Hyper Men. Are. Protectors. Hyper Men. Have been adapted. To serve. The Galactic Empire. YOU WILL OBEY ORDERS. From superior officers. You will. PROTECT. Peaceful civilians. At every cost. RELAX. Take a deep breath. YOU WILL ACCEPT. You are a. Good recruit. Perspiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 29% Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 58%. No side-effects reported. Strength. Level. Increase estimated. 31% Muscle Mass. Level. Increase estimated. 20% Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 41%. Level. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 41%. Level. When. Basic Adaptation. Has been achieved. You will be evaluated. For further mission. Guard option. Available. Fireman option. Available. Space marine option. Available. Rejects will be transferred to entertainment units as gladiators at arenas in Taurus. Special Omega Level Unit available. If. Recruit. Is adaptable to. Omega Level Adaptation. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 62%. Level. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 62%. Level. Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 75%. No side-effects reported. You are a. Good recruit. Recruit. Will become. One of the. Hyper Men. Recruit. Will become. PROTECTOR. Recruit. Fully integrated into the. Adaptation Programme. Recruit. Response is. Optimal. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 85%. Level. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 85%. Level. Formula 302.1.405. Saturation level. 91%. No side-effects reported. Strength. Level. Increase estimated. 45% Muscle Mass. Level. Increase estimated. 29% Respiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. Perspiration. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Within normal parameters. RELAX. Take a deep breath.You are a. Good recruit. Recruit. Will become. One of the. Hyper Men. Recruit. Will become. PROTECTOR. Formula 302.1.405. Full. Saturation level. No side-effects reported. Primary and secondary male characteristics increasing rapidly. Rapid hypertrophy attested. Indications of. Sexual arousal. Induced by. Increased. Androgenic hormone levels. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 51% Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 58% No statistic evidence. Against. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. And. Anabolic Radiation. Facilitating. Ocular contact. With other. Recruits. In. Recruit's. Batch. Likelihood of shared future mission deployment: HIGH. All Adaptation Chambers in. Batch. A67. Now in. Ocular contact. Recruit responding favourably at. Ocular contact. With other. Recruits. In. Recruit's. Batch. Will become. Hyper Men. Will become. PROTECTORS. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 69% Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Increasing. 76% YOU WILL OBEY ORDERS. From superior officers. You will. PROTECT. Peaceful civilians. At every cost. RELAX. Take a deep breath.You are a. Good recruit. Initiating. Evaluation protocol. Regarding: Batch. A67. Running. Evaluation protocol. Strength. Level. Increase estimated. 75% Muscle Mass. Level. Increase estimated. 49% Pulse. Of. Recruit. Increasing. Administering. Sedative. Welcome back. Recruit. You are waking up from sedation. Strength. Level. Increase estimated. 150% Muscle Mass. Level. Increase estimated. 97% Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. At maximum level. Respiration. Of. Recruit. Stable. Perspiration. Of. Recruit. Stable. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 99%. Level. And increasing. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 99%. Level. And increasing. Running. Evaluation protocol. Achieving. Evaluation protocol: All. Recruits. In. Batch A.67. Adaptable to. Omega Level. Initiating. Omega Level. Adaptation. RELAX. Take a deep breath. YOU ARE PROTECTOR. YOU ARE PROTECTOR. You will. Accept. Omega Level. Adaptation. Your entire. Batch. Will. Accept. Omega Level. Adaptation. Omega Level. Adaptation. Running. And. Increasing. Increasing. Omega Level. Adaptation. Increasing. Hypertrophic Field. 122%. Level. And increasing. Increasing. Anabolic Radiation. 122%. Level. And increasing. Indication. Of. Recruit's. Androgenic hormone levels. Beyond standard maximum. You are. Hyper Man. YOU ARE PROTECTOR. YOU ARE BECOMING. OMEGA LEVEL. HYPER MAN. YOU ARE BECOMING. OMEGA LEVEL. PROTECTOR.
  7. Thanks to @liftme for the inspiration. Preface This story has lurked unfinished in the Unfinished sub-forum since 2018, if I remember correctly. After the seventh update, it became suitable for the general Story sub-forum. Becoming like them The heavily built muscleman who stepped out of the machine wasn't the tiny youth who had stepped inside, though you knew they must be the same person, despite the extreme and alarming differences. But it is perhaps better to start from the beginning. * * * You were writing on your PhD. Professor Zimmermann allowed you to use his laboratory, and the grants for the project allowed your entire team to hire engineers to build new equipment in accordance to your designs. Though hypotheses might work in theory, you needed equipment to test them and prove them. Hardware wasn't the only obstacle. You also needed test subjects. It turned out, that the offer attracted about 50% of each personality-type. One half of the test subjects were university athletes with the desire to improve their already impressive capacity, the other half were short and scrawny student nurturing a hope that the experiment might help them improve their physique. The three initial test-subjects didn't change much if any, but you found out, that it could be the result of a construction error. When the engineers had modified the construction, you could proceed. * * * You found three volunteer test subjects on Professor Zimmermann's waiting list. Smith was tall and sporty, and though he was about five years younger than you, he uncomfortably reminded you of the bullies from your highschool years: A brash and seemingly confident womanizer bragging about how much he was able to lift at the gym. Johnson was stocky and muscular, didn't speak much, but, when he did, he usually agreed to what Smith said. Davies was short and lean (Smith called him "skinny"), built in a manner similar to yourself. * * * "Beginning interview 3 with Test Subject C.1. – Mr. Smith. You have told Professor Zimmermann about your medical record in interview 1. Would you like to tell me if you have any concern regarding the next step of the study?" "Concern? Why should I have any concern? I agreed to volunteer because you told us, that you needed red-blooded Alpha bros like myself for your tests, and that you could make us stronger, bigger, faster. It's like a fucking childhood dream. The new untested gainers helped me lift 45 pounds more than earlier, in just a week. When the IVs were added to the experiment, I couldn't believe my eyes, and if you ask my girlfriend, she'll tell you that my strength isn't the only thing that has increased, know what I mean? But why the hell do you allow Davies to take part of this? He's not got what it takes. He's not built of the right stuff." * * * "Beginning interview 3 with Test Subject C.2. – Mr. Johnson. You have told Professor Zimmermann about your medical record in interview 1. Would you like to tell me if you have any concern regarding the next step of the study?" Silence. "Mr. Johnson, the recorded interviews add important information. Will you please answer the questions." "Well. Yes. I though all these blood samples and urine samples gave you what you need for your research?" "The personal experience of the test subjects will add information." "Do you need to call me Mr. Johnson? I'd prefer if you'd call me Chuck." "If you prefer that, Chuck, I will call you Chuck." "I ... I like the tests. I played rugby before, and a belly may add some force during a match, but I don't play rugby anymore, and, to be honest, I'm worried that I will add the sort of belly my Dad and uncles have. The gainers and the IV has intensified my workouts, and my body fat is lower now. I would like to continue, and I like the other test subjects. It's fun to listen to Smith, and I like to give Davies advice at the gym." * * * "Beginning interview 3 with Test Subject C.3. – Mr. Davies. You have told Professor Zimmermann about your medical record in interview 1. Would you like to tell me if you have any concern regarding the next step of the study?" "I'm not sure. Perhaps it was a bad idea to volunteer to this project." "Why so? Do you have experienced any medical complications you haven't told us about?" "Medical complications? No, it's not something like that." Silence. You cleared your throat in a supportive and encouraging way. "I'm not sure I want to be around the other test subjects. Workouts are, uh, fun in a way, and that's something new to me, but I feel ... I don't like to work out together with the other test subjects. Not Smith, at least." Silence. "It doesn't matter when you work out, as long as you follow the recommended programme. Could it help, if you exercised at other times?" "Yes, I think so. It's otherwise rather, uh, fun to participate. I didn't think, that I would, uh, like exercise, and now I have actually added some, uh, muscles." "That's good, isn't it?" "Am I supposed to like it? It's like, uh, I'm not a jock like Smith and Johnson, and I have always preferred to spend time on study instead of sports, and now I feel bad because I, uh, like to exercise." "I'm sure it is good for your personal development to be able to combine intellectual activities with physical activities. You must have guessed that, otherwise you wouldn't have volunteered to begin with, would you?" "Um, yes, you have a point there, but are you allowed to enjoy it this much?" "Don't worry. Smith and Johnson seem to enjoy it. Why shouldn't you?" "Well, you see. I don't want to become like them." "Each test subject come into the project with their own past experiences and personality traits. The research project will not change who you are. It will only enhance your physical capacity, if it goes well, and we don't take any unnecessary risks here. It's not like the scientific accidents in fiction." "If... If you say so. So, I am allowed to exercise at other times than Smith and Johnson? And I am allowed to proceed to next step?" "Yes and yes. Your medical data look very promising. We will proceed to next step in a few days." "I think ... I think, that I would like that." * * * What is it with younger people today? Late again? None of the three had arrived in time for the next step of the experiment, but Smith entered the lab, just as you began to become mildly irritated. "So. There you are. More punctual, than the other two, at least." He smiled again, and his white teeth flashed. As instructed, he had changed into a stringer, elastic training bottoms and a pair of trainers. He had got a V-shape already, when he first volunteered for the experiment, but three months with the drip and the supplements had added some mass to his innate shape, and he looked like the muscular guys in sports commercials. Heavens know how the next step would affect him. "As I told you all three last week, the next step is about activating the active substances you have absorbed for three months. Your body must now be saturated by them. The activation will occur by exposing you to anabolic radiation." He smiled again. The glint in his eyes was as cocky as it was devoid of intelligence. "I like the sound of that. You showed us the radiation chambers last time. Reminds me of that scene in Captain America. I love the thought of extreme gains. Want to look like a comics character in real life." Gains. He said "gains", but there was something in the way he pronounced it, that caused you to hear GAINZ, as in "gainz lol bro knowwhaddimean?". You tried hard to conceal your problems with Smith. Anyhow. Tonight you would have new test data, and, if the other two showed up as agreed, you would have three sets of new test data. Something to base next step on. You opened Test Chamber 1. Smith was right. There was a resemblance to that scene in that film, but there were also differences of course. Reality trump fiction. The pane of lead-glass was comparatively large, and you would be able to watch the face and chest of the test subject, at least on lower energy levels. The glass was prepared to darken at higher energy levels, in order to protect observers outside. Smith stepped inside, still smiling mischievously, not understanding the gravity of the situation. A radiation chamber isn't a toy, and even if the recently discovered anabolic radiation didn't belong to the lethal category of radiation as alpha- beta- and gamma-radiation do, it was definitely potentially dangerous. Even UV rays and X-rays are dangerous in excess. Particle physicists had been forced to revaluate the standard model of particles when anabolic radiation was discovered, and there were still a vast area of exploration to be done. The lid closed, but seconds before it closed, Smith shouted in a carefree way: "Make me buff, Doc!" * * * Davies and Johnson ... Chuck ... arrived a few minutes after activation of Smith's Test Chamber. Davies' posture was slightly more comfortable in the company of Johnson ... Chuck ... when Smith wasn't able to interrupt, but there was some discomfort in his facial expression. Chuck seemed his usual sunny and chuckling self, his big hand on Davies' shoulder. Both of them halted their steps and watched agape the transformation taking place in Test Chamber 1. The blue light shimmered around Smith -- similar to the glow from a tanning bed -- and Smith's physical shape was ... changing. Smith had been in good condition three months ago, and he had been in a good condition when he had entered the chamber, but this ... This was on another level. Look like a comics character? What a suitable expression. All of Smith's muscles were swole. Smith perspirated, and he emitted moaning sounds in a voice, that sounded deeper than before: "Fuck, yes! This is ... Yeah ... Doc ... Look at this! ... Wow! ... Oh! ... Hey? Are you here? Can't wait to see you grow, Chuck. And what are you doing here, Dweeb? Didn't I tell you ... UH! Didn't I tell you, that you are not built of the right ... Fuck yeah! .... The size! ... Ooooh!" * * * Chuck and Davies watched what happened to Smith, and you could tell, that none of them were unaffected by the sight. Davies blushed, and seemed to be embarrassed: "I'm nervous. Are you sure it's safe, Sir?" A bright smile lightened up Chuck's powerful face, and his eyes were ablaze in wonder. Chuck couldn't stop himself from exclaiming: "Hell, yes! Do it to me! Do it to both of us! You will like it, little buddy!" You had to make up for the late arrival of Davies and Chuck as best as you could. You rushed them inside Test Chambers 2 and 3, closed the lids, and returned to the equipment. Readings on pulse, bodyheat and blood pressure of Test Subject C.2 and Test Subject C.3. Switching Test Chamber 2 and Test Chamber 3 on. Increasing the level carefully. Returning attention to Test Chamber 1 ... Sweat trickled from Smith, soaking his stringer. The outlines of his bulging pecs and hard abs would, by now, have been visible even if he hadn't been soaked in sweat. Smith shivered and grunted, but, by the sound of it, not because of any pain. The pre-programmed run of this test cycle was approaching its end, and Test Chamber A was winding down. The blue shimmer faded. The humming sound decreased and went out. Only the other two chambers were making any noise. When the safety delay ended, the lid opened automatically, and Smith stepped outside. The smirk on his face had increased, and he made a pose you had seen bodybuilders do, but you couldn't remember its name: Smith's left hand rested at his hip, and his right arm was flexed, his right hand clenched in front of his right hip. The body of the athletic university student had turned into the body of some sort of bodybuilder, and he seemed to enjoy it. "Look at this mass, Geek! Thanks for speeding up my gainz." He grabbed your collar, and lifted you in front of himself. "Can't see any weights around, so your bodyweight have to do." He curled you, and disappointment spread in his face: "You are too lightweight, Geek. No match for my new improved MUSCLES." He curled you several times, put you down, disappeared into the Research Gym next door, and returned, carrying two rubber-coated dumbbells with a chromed handle. "Look at this, Geek. More to my taste." He began to curl the big dumbbells, curled them perhaps a dozen times, and put them down. You were able to notice the figures engraved on the dumbbells: 75 kilogrammes/165 lbs. Though you hadn't entered the research subject from the angle of sports, but of medical recovery for emaciated patients, you had the impression, that this was fairly heavy. In former tests, Smith had curled considerably lighter dumbbells six to eight times. "You should be proud, Geek. You found the right guy and turned him into a mass monster. What a pity, that you are not built to join me." He lifted you again -- his big, powerful hands under your armpits -- and then let the collar of your white lab-coat hang on a hook protruding from the wall, close to your desk. "Hang on. Don't go anyway." The smug smirk returned. He turned around to watch the two active Test Chambers. He took a few steps -- no, his improved quads and hamstrings caused him to WADDLE -- closer to the Test Chambers. "Now, do you see anything wrong, Geek? Since, I do. In front of me I have a real Bro gaining a lot, like I did, but in front of me I also have a Dweeb not worth wasting these gainers, IV's and growth rays on. Do you really expect this scrawny nobody to gain anything? Look at him! Even inside that Chamber he's only reached, what do you guess, 140 or 150 pound?" "Stop behaving like that, Smith, and let me down. I have an experiment to perform. You can't keep me away from the controls like this!" His eyes burned, probably stoked by his increased testosterone levels, you thought. "I can't? Who are you, to tell me what I can and can't do, little Geek? Now, watch this!" Smith waddled to the controls, took a look at them, and turned the controls, increasing the anabolic radiation in both Test Chambers. The blue shimmer behind the glass became brighter, and both test subjects made shouts, a shout of fear from Davies, a shout of pleasure from Johnson. Both shouts turned into moans. "You hear that? Chuck loves his medicine, and the Dweeb will probably fry. Am I not right?" Smith turned the controls again. The moans became louder: Johnson's moans of pleasure and Davies moans of fear. The latter shouted: "No! It's too much!" Smith faced you and imitated Davies, teasingly: "It's too much! ... Look at me, Geek. Was it too much for this Alpha Bro? Was it?" Smith made a double biceps, turning his back on the Chambers, too obsessed with his own increased strength and muscle mass, to spend any thoughts on what was happening to the test subjects. "Smith. Turn the levels down to average immediately, or you may face legal consequences!" Smith was too deep into feeling his new muscles, to answer you. "There is nothing average about this brawn! Look what an Alpha I have become! Look at these guns! And these delts!" Smith posed and flexed his muscles in front of you, as you helplessly dangled above the floor, but he soon got bored. A glint awakened in his eyes –– a thirst to explore his new strength -- and he left the Lab in the direction of the Research Gym. You could hear the sound of weights through the open doors, but you were left alone in the Lab. Alone to watch the experiment to go awry in front of you, the Chambers working at too high levels of anabolic radiation. "No! Not me! I ...", Davies yelped inside Chamber 3, as the bolts of too high anabolic radiation crackled and hit his defenceless slim body -- well, what until recently had been a slim swimmer's body. It was hard to discern Davies clearly, because of the bright blue glow, but, by now, Davies looked like he sort of man who successfully competed in Men's Physique. The stringer had looked misplaced when Davies stepped into the Chamber, but now it cling to his chest and his waist in a flattering way. The stretchy bottoms now clung to his expanding quads and hamstrings. Even his voice was changing, going deeper. Deeper. "No! I'm ... I'm not supposed to ... Uh! No! Fuck! Uh! It's ... Uh! It's so good! So fucking good! Yes! Bigger! Make me bigger! I'm becoming ... UH! I'M BECOMING LIKE THEM! ... Hell, yeah! Look at this mass! Look at this Alpha Bro I'm becoming! This jock power! THE MASS! Feeling so hard! So much! Yes! More! Harder! Bigger! Stronger! Heavier!" The stringer couldn't take anymore. Davies' newfound and still growing brawn BULGED and expanded, ripping the stringer apart. Blue-glowing power-emissions caused Davies sweat-coated chest to shine inside the Chamber, underlining the sheer power of Davies' pecs. Deep ravines separated Davies' pecs and abs, and the waist of the once so tiny test subject now looked like cobblestones. Immensely powerful lats caused the outline of Davies to look like a perfect Y. If it was voluntarily or involuntarily you didn't know, but Davies began to flex his arms inside the Chamber. The now mountainous biceps and intimidating triceps formed upper arms, that could have caused envy even on a Mr. Olympia stage. Davies adjusted his stance, because the rapid growth of his thighs caused his legs to press into each other. You could see bolts and sparks of anabolic radiation crackle between Davies teeth, and out of Davies' eyes as his physical shape entered a state far beyond anything seen on a bodybuilding stage: Davies now consisted of steel-hard muscles growing into titanic proportions. The seams of his training-bottoms couldn't take anymore. The tatters fell to the bottom of the Chamber, revealing Davies' underwear the same moment Davies' rock-hard glutes and unruly manhood forced the underwear to disintegrate. In Chamber 2, a similar, but not identical process was underway with Chuck. Though Chuck hadn't lacked any muscle mass when the experiment began, it now increased in unfathomable speed, and it was obvious, that Chuck's sub-cutaneous fat was burning away at visible rate, revealing the brawny muscles beneath. The sound of the Chambers became louder, and the light inside them became blindingly white. Roars came from the men inside: Assertive, virile roars of men in a state of ecstasy. A scent of burned machinery began to fill the Lab, and your worry became more intense. Then, the program winded down, the sound decreased, the Chambers opened and the two Test Subjects stepped outside. The scent of testosterone-fuelled Man filled the Lab. The heavily built muscleman who stepped out of Chamber 3 wasn't the tiny youth who had stepped inside, though you knew they must be the same person, despite the extreme and alarming differences. You didn't like the smirk, which hadn't been there before, and you didn't like the arrogant fire that burned in his brown eyes. Chuck had left Chamber 2, and his shape matched Davies, but there was jolliness in his gaze and his smile was cheerful. Chuck let his big palms caress his abs, and his smile broadened. The physical presence of the two men filled the Lab, and your reason had difficulties to take the sight in, of two towering virile presences seemingly built by globes of steel-hard bronzed flesh. Their presence wasn't the only thing to fill the Lab. Sweat glistened, and the scent of tall, heavy and confident men filled the Lab to a suffocating degree, causing your knees to tremble. It was Davies' voice, that broke the silence: "Let's show Smith what we have become. Someone ought to teach him a lesson." The broad-shouldered bronzed behemoth, that had been Davies, clenched his fist and punched his other palm insinuatingly, his powerful chin lifted in an arrogant angle. With a confident gait, and with his shoulders swinging from left to right as he waddled, Davies walked in the direction of the Research Gym, and, with a playful smile, Chuck followed in the steps of his little buddy. His little buddy wasn't little anymore.
  8. No! Not the Growth Ray! Impressive? What do you expect me to say? Of course you are impressive, but this is a Research Centre, not a bodybuilding competition, a male beauty pageant or a Strongman competition. So far, the physical effects of the experiment seem promising, but I am worried about the possible mental effects. You didn't behave like this before your first treatment, and the second treatment increased it further. The idea is to cure muscular dystrophy, not to create strength-obsessed jock boys. No, I'm checking the lab report about your urine sample. Yes, I know, that you find it boring. Why don't you go down to the gym, and use those newfound muscles you are so fond of? I'll see you at lunch. Already? Good heavens! Six hundred pounds? You must be joking? No, that's more than I expected. Yes, I've already told you how big you are. I'm here to research, not to watch your – uh – pecs or your – uh – abs all the time. Yes, they are hard. Will you let me calculate this, without disturbing me all the time? I know, that you can lift me. If you are able to press six hundred pounds you are able to lift me. Will you now put me down. What did you say? Eleven hundred pounds? That's not possible? Will show me what's possible? Now, put me down, I've no time for any ... Stop it! You know how dangerous it is to place anyone in front of the Growth Ray Cannon. Let's leave this area. No, the safety protocol isn't a joke. The only reason why you are allowed in front of the Growth Ray Cannon is, that you are medically prepared for it. Anyone else ... Stop it! What do you think you are doing? Fool! No! Not the Growth Ray! No! You're insane! Not the Growth Ray! NOT THE ... Uuuuuuuuh ... Dangers ... must out ... Don't ... What are ... Impossible ... Did you spike my drink with the formula? ... irresponsible ... Uh. Fuck, what's happening? Not ... OH FUCK! The buildup, bro ... Can't believe the buildup ... Understand? ... suppose ... You've gone through it twice ... but I'm not supposed to ... Oh, fuck ... the buildup ... Feel ... Feel so good. Couldn't have dreamt ... Not even after watching you ... twice ... so good ... YES! Look at me! Chest like an ice breaker ... Wide as a tank ... Becoming ... Becoming like you ... No? What are you doing, Bro? ... danger ... NO! TOO MUCH! SO MUCH! YES! SO MUCH! MORE! It feels like ... Come! Join me! Yes! Join me, Bro and feel ... Legs pushing each other apart ... The sheer mass ... So tall now ... Built ... Yes, join me, Bro! Here! How hard I am now ... Yeah ... You too ... So hard ... Steel ... Brawn of steel ... Uncrushable brawn of steel ... Feels like footballs now ... Bowling ball shoulders ... Yeah, feel how hard and big I am, Bro ... You like this, don't you? Feeling how hard I am ... Can't wait to see how much i lift ... YES, MORE! So much ... So intense ... The power level ... Can't imagine .. To hell with the dangers: MORE! I crave it! I crave more! More muscle! The buildup! I can feel it coming ... The powerwave ... Didn't think it possible ... Yes! Here! With me! Exposed to the full impact of the ... Together, legs wide, before the ... feeling how the power BOMBARD our naked flesh, and cause our muscles to ... OH FUCK, SO MUCH, CAN'T ... Uh, Bro! Uh, Bro! Uh, Bro! Feel the ... The buildup! So tall! The wave ... the power! My strength! Your strength! Can't ... WATCH ME! Beyond seven foot ... Yeah, you too ... Together, bigger ... I'm warm, steel-hard engorged flesh ... All of me ... All of you ... Unbreakable ... Invincible ... Towering ... The buildup ... I'm ... Do you feel it, Bro! YEAH! The power-wave ... It's ... YES! Crushing the ceiling ... nothing can stop us ... nothing can resist our strength ... grow with me, Bro! Feel the power! I'm an unstoppable GOD OF STEEL and POWER! It's ... It doesn't matter ... The Lab doesn't matter ... The experiment doesn't matter ... GROWTH MATTER ... EXPLODING of ... your pecs, my pecs, wide backs ... MOUNTAIN OF FLESH, crushing everything before us ... So ... BOMBARD our naked flesh, until we ... ... buildup ... power wave ... BOMBARD our naked flesh, until we ... ... until we become, oh my God! ... BRAWN-GODS ... with UNLIMITED STRENGTH, uh, the UNLIMITED STRENGTH, the ... ... ground unable to hold us ... look at me ... I'm crushing a mountain side with my bare hands ... head in the atmosphere ... together with you, Bro ... YES, TALLER ... big like a continent! Space! The cosmic energy! Can you feel it, Bro! We are absorbing it! Absorbing all energy, turning it to invincible BRAWN! Space gods now! Can't believe ... becoming space gods ... The build-up ... Bro, what's happening? STARS! WE ARE LIVING STARS NOW! Can you feel ...
  9. Part one may be found HERE Once and future Part two Mr. Blackadda knocked on the door of the cottage. He was accompanied by his manservant Baldrick, by Padarn and and by Padarn's childhood friend Ruadhán, who had fled with his mother to Anglesey from Ireland when he was a baby nineteen years ago. Someone opened the door of the cottage. It was an elderly man with a long white beard, wearing a sky-blue gown and a peculiar and odd-looking sky-blue head-covering. From his belt hang a gilded scythe. "Sorry. I don't want to buy any dish brushes today. Good bye." The old man tried to close the door, but Mr. Blackadda put his foot inside the doorframe. "We are not selling dish brushes, Sir, we are here on behalf of the King." A nervous glint came and went in the old man's gaze. "And how may I help you? I've payed my taxes." "It's not about taxes, Sir. I gather, that you are a bard. Is that correct?" "Oh, that's a different matter, then. Yes, I'm a bard. Do you want to inspect my harp?" "Among other things. May we enter?" "Yes, yes of course. Come on in. And with whom do I have the pleasure to speak?" "I'm Mr. Blackadda. This is my manservant Baldrick. I assume, that you know young Padarn and Ruadhán from the village?" "Ah. Yes. Yes, of course. You grow up so quick. I am known under many names – "Keeper of hidden lore", "The Silver-tongue of Glamorgan" and "The Mauve Oracular Salmon", but you may call me ... Tim!" "I see, Sir. And what do you occupy yourself with?" "I remember past events and genealogies. I am a legal expert. I know the paths of the planets and the stars. I gather herbs and animal parts for medical use. I am an expert in poetry." "Like a druid, then?" "No, of course not. Nothing of the sort. Look: I own a harp, and I'm ready to use it!" "Do you have a license for that harp, Sir?" "Yes, it is hanging there on the wall, surrounded by my diplomas from The Taliesin Institute for Higher Bardology, The Glastonbury Foundation for Alternative Medicine and The Gordon Ramsay Award for Most Foul-tasting Potion in Britain. I'm also a member of the Gorsedd." "I see. It's this one, right under the membership card of Welsh Association for Male Choirs?" "Yes, that's the one. But you haven't explained why you are here." "His Majesty is worried over the S.E.I." "The S.E.I.?" "Yes, the Supernatural Events Index. According to fresh statistics, the occurrence of supernatural events has continuously decreased by 89% over the last twenty years. His Majesty's council is well aware of, that we have to expect a certain cyclicity of boom and bust, but we are now running at an unprecedented low, which is a pity, considering how well supernatural events served the Latinate and Cymrophone establishment in the relatively recent past: Swords emerging in stones, swords emerging from lakes, amphibious abilities, miraculously good eyesight, walking trees, visions of Holy Grails, levitating furniture, age-delaying islands, powerful swans with the ability to pull small ships, invisible castles – et cetera, et cetera." "But why are you asking me about these things?" "I have an official report here, and I would appreciate a second opinion. An Oxford scholar was asked to write an official report, and he says (and I quote): 'The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost; for none now live who remember it.' (end of quote)." Tim fell silent for a while, glanced at a big old book laying on a table, and then spoke reluctantly: "Some knowledge is dangerous in the wrong hands. Don't tell anyone, but I guard the knowledge about the supernatural islands located in the Atlantic Ocean – one of them rotating around its axle and entirely made of glass. I guard the knowledge about the Earth circulating around the Sun. I guard the knowledge about the dragons asleep under Snowdon and Oxford." "But that's ridiculous! Everyone knows, that the Sun circulate around the Earth!" "Some would say, that some knowledge guard itself. May I ask, what King Maelgwn would do, if he had access to some supernatural item or ability?" "He would use it as a secret weapon, in order to scare any potential attacks off." The facial expressions of at least four persons present changed. Padarn was the first to speak: "Wouldn't he use it, to defend Londinium from the Essex Army?" "What do you say? Is Londinium under attack?", Tim exclaimed. "Don't change the subject. Of course he wouldn't use it. If everybody knew the exact nature of the secret weapon, everyone would like to have one.", Blackadda answered. "But, Sir ...", Baldrick interrupted, "Would the secret weapon have any use as a deterrent, if the Saxons weren't allowed to know that it existed and how dangerous it was?" "Don't interrupt me Baldrick. The son of a Bishop's retinue and a garden gnome wouldn't understand complicated things like politics." "Is any of the kingdoms going to assist Londinium in its time of need?" "I'm not able to speak for any other kingdom than Gwynedd, Tim, but, at the present, His Majesty's council is of the opinion, that it's too early to form any opinion about the Essex-Londinium situation: It might be a false alarm. It might blow over. Essex may leave the area. Alarmism doesn't serve the common good, and to be honest: What good has Londinium ever done for us?" "But if it isn't a false alarm, and what if Londinium is in real danger?" "The options available for His Majesty's council are very limited. There is nothing we can do." "But if Londinium fell, and were annexed to Essex in perpetuity? What would you say to defend your inaction?" "We would say, that it then would be too late to change the state of affairs. Now, do you know any supernatural means, that could serve as a secret weapon?" "Of course not. I'm a bard. Why would I know such things?" Blackadda rose, approached the table, and opened the big old book. He glanced at the pages, and with a disappointed expression he closed the book again. "That's The Book of Getafix, an ancient tome of dru- ... of bardic lore, written in an archaic dialect of Breton. Most of it consist of astrological ephemeridae. It would probably not interest you much." "Let us return to the official report about the S.E.I." "You asked for a second opinion, Mr. Blackadda. In my capacity as a bard, I would say, that supernatural events follow the astrological cycles of the planets and the stars. Some aspects between the two slower planets occur only rarely and many centuries apart. I would agree with the Oxford scholar, that the world is changed, but neither do I believe, that the change is permanent, nor that things are lost forever. It could, however, be centuries until the stars are right again." With a disappointed expression, Blackadda left Tim's cottage, but before the group left the place, Tim whispered in the ear of Padarn: "Gather all young men of the village and come here tonight, but don't tell Blackadda." * * * It was night. Blackadda and Baldrick had left for another village, and Padarn had left his Grandpa sitting before the open fire, enjoying a few glasses of metheglyn after dinner. Padarn had brought Ruadhán and the other young men from the village to Tim's cottage. A bonfire burned in Tim's garden, and the light of the bright full moon fell over the farmstead. Tim's door opened. The bard looked worried: "If anyone is a coward – leave now. If anyone isn't willing to assist anyone under threat of war – leave now. If anyone fear the supernatural – leave now. The others may stay." No one left. "If you are willing to defend the innocent in the hour of their need, you are worthy of the ancient elixir of Getafix. If you are ready, step forward." Padarn's friend wasn't known for his reluctance. Ruadhán brashly stepped forward, the light of the bonfire illuminating his freckled cheeks, his emerald eyes, his honest facial expression and his fox-coloured hair. A very big cauldron bubbled over the bonfire, and unfamiliar aromatic scents filled the nocturnal air. Tim held a ladle in his hand. Then Ruadhán swallowed the fresh and still hot elixir. How long time that lapsed could be anyone's guess, but it wasn't much, until Ruadhán clasped his belly and emitted a brief shout of pain. The group of lads took a few steps backward, and exchanged a few glances of concern. A few moments passed, and then a broad grin spread over Ruadhán's flame-lit face. He began to moan – not in the bad sense of the word – and it seemed like the elixir had a pleasant, perhaps even arousing effect on him, as he arched back, tensed his arm-muscles before himself and exclaimed: "Did I tell you the story of Cúchullain and his warp-spasm? Now I understand how he must have felt. It feels ... Uh! ..." In the flickering yellow-red light of the bonfire and the silvery light of the full moon, the other lads could see how Ruadhán grew taller and wider. Youthful muscles built by toiling at the acre, carrying wood and taking part in the village's armed self-defence practice now grew considerably bigger, and the rosy suntan caused by hard labour at harvest-time soon became more obvious, when Ruadháns widening and hardening back muscles forced themselves out of his linen shirt, together with his impossibly huge shoulders forming a powerful Y-shape none of the lads had ever seen before. "So good! So strong! ... So hard ... Look at me lads! I'm ... Uh! ... I'M INVINCIBLE!" Tim didn't have any difficulties finding suitable candidates for the elixir now: The young men flocked around the cauldron, and it came close to a fisticuff before the serene authority of the bard restored some order and let everyone taste the content of the cauldron in an orderly fashion. Some of the young men, Padarn and Ruadhán included, drank from the ladle twice. Padarn felt how the warmth of the elixir spread in his body, and a brief pain swiftly gave way for an exquisite feeling spreading through his veins, circulating in his veins, trickling like treacle with thunderbolts through his veins and spreading a sense of strength and power. The hair on the back of his head bristled, so did the fine hairs of his forearms. His growing forearms. Hig muscular forearms. Flickering bonfire. Silvery moon. Tight shirt. Painfully tight shirt. Ripping sound. Bursting out. His bulging brawn bursting out of his linen shirt and his woolen plaid trousers. The cool air of the late summer night touching his naked flesh. Surrounded by other young men. Surrounded by youthful bronzed or rosy flesh that became huge and hard and powerful ... Their cobblestone bellies ... The mounds of beef, that were their chests ... The strength ... He couldn't comprehend ... His strength ... His power ... THEIR strength and power ... He and the others ... Together ... Mates ... Becoming warriors from old tales and sagas ... "Look at you mate! Padarn Gadarn!" Padarn Gadarn! Padarn the Great! Yeah! Uh! Padarn the Big! Padarn the Huge! All of them together. Legs of granite-hard beef that pushed each other apart, causing him to waddle ... His back like Ruadhán's back now ... All of them ... Wide ... The scent of dozens of young men's sweat ... Huge together ... Warriors together ... Defend ... The bonfire light and the moonshine on their elated wide-eyed confident faces ... UH! Ruadhán and some of the others roaring ... YEAH! Roaring, like the war-cry of many ancestors ... He had to join them and howl, too ... Beyond seven feet ... Couldn't believe ... Giants ... All of them giants ... Ruadhán was right: INVINCIBLE! INVINCIBLE! ... INV ... Uh! * * * "Say farewell to me, Grandpa, and wish us good luck." It was two days later. Padarn and his fellows towered over the rest of the villagers, only wearing plaid kilts, sturdy leather-boots, belts and leather-wristbands. Some of them had decorative gilded torcs around their powerful bullnecks. Some of the young women watched them shyly at a distance. Some of the middle-aged women stared unashamedly. Grandpa removed some tears from the corner of his eye: "I'm so proud of you, Padarn. I've never seen anything as impressive as you and your friends, not even on the glorious day in my youth, when I watched some of King Arthur's knights ride off to punish Sir Bruce Sans Pitié and his villainous bunch of rogue cataphractarii. They had to kill Sir Tarquin the Dark Knight twice, or so they say. Yet, since Mr. Blackadda told me about the grave danger for Londinium, I worry for the future of Britain." "A few days ago, I was the worried one, and you tried to dismiss my worries. Now you are the worried one. Don't be. Don't spend any thought on the abandonment of Calleva Atrebatum, and King Caradoc's marriage to an Anglo-Saxon princess. Dumnonia is unthreatened! Gododdin stands! Eboracum stands, inside its ancient Roman walls, whatever the Deirian Angles nearby attempt! Elmet stands! Viroconium and Pengwern stands! Caer Gloui stands, and don't blame the descendants of House Vitalianus for what King Vortigern did one hundred years ago. Caer Ceri, Cotswolds and Chilterns stands! Most of the Icknield Way is still in our hands. Essex may believe that Londinium will be theirs, but they haven't seen our might, yet. Don't worry Grandpa. You are Cunedda of Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch! Never forget that. Don't let us lose any time, by too long farewells. I don't say goodbye. I say: Till we meet again!" They were too heavy to ride horses now, so they had had to dismiss the Roman cavalry tactics, which had been applied so successful a few generations ago, at Mons Badonicus in particular. The village blacksmith had told them yesterday, that he didn't have enough metal to make any lorica segmentata their size, so they had to fight unprotected. But why would they wear protection? Their ancestors in the past had considered chainmail and loricas to be the signs of cowardice, and they had entered battle naked or semi-nude. The fearsome war-spirit of a hundred generations of ancient Celts howled in his blood, and he was willing to meet the Saxons alone and single-handed, if needed. It wasn't for the sake of perfidious Albion he was willing to fight: Not for the Kings in their regal halls, not for their ever-talking and scheming councillors in fine livery, not for chauvinism or self-service, but for the farmer women and children fleeing westwards from burning villages in the east, for peaceful craftsmen, who had lost their tools of trade in the tumult of wartime and become eyewitnesses to the human sacrifices the Saxons performed, for monks and nuns praying for peace and treating the ill and wounded in monastic hospitals. In a better future, decades or centuries from now, Welsh and Saxons would possibly be able to trade peacefully with each other, share knowledge of craftsmanship, reach out their hands to each other in friendship, and live together in the common pursuit of happiness, but this was not that time: He had to defend Britain from England. It was for Logres he fought, for the ideals held high back in the age of Arthur, the once and future King: For peace and happiness, for bravery, duty and self-sacrifice, for the protection provided by Law, for the heritage inherited from Druids and Romans, for Saint David and for the Holy Grail! * * * They had walked for many days. None had dared to threaten them, when they crossed the borders of several kingdoms. The last few days, they had followed the Thames valley. They could see Londinium now: The city-walls still intact. They could also see the army camps from Essex surrounding the old Roman city. All of the members of his brawny war band were painting their faces and chests with woad. Scent of woad and freshly woven wool and freshly tanned leather. Padarn had finished his war-paint – now with blue stripes over his massive chest and manly face – rose, and began to talk. The brave and youthful faces of his friends watched him: "Brothers! Comrades in arms! Logres' finest! Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous British lands have fallen or may fall into the grip of Woden-priests and all the odious apparatus of Saxon rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in Brittany, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and strength, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the harbours, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then Anglesey, Isle of Man, the Hebrides and the Isles of Scilly, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the Emerald Island, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of Logres." And then they entered the battle. POSTSCRIPT The above is a fantasy-story, part comedy, part tragedy, not a historical short story, of course, and there are a lot of anachronisms for the sake of laughs, but, despite generously seasoning the story with elements borrowed from such high mediaeval chivalric fiction, which projected back fantastic and supernatural things on the time period 410-600 CE, I have not taken any liberties with the Anglo-Saxon expansion and the Romano-British kingdoms as such: For linguistic reasons, Cerdic "of Wessex" most probably wasn't a Saxon, but a Romano-British petty king who allied himself with the Saxons, and it is highly unlikely, that the word "Wessex" was in use as early as the 6th century The exact circumstances and date of Essex' Anschluss of London are not known from historical sources, but there is no attestation of London being under Essex rule until the early 7th century, and there might have been several failed attempts in the 6th century (although the latter is just conjecture). The frequency of Saxon artifacts inside Londinium's walls grow gradually in excavated layers from the 6th century, but there is no way to say with certainty if this is a sign of conquest or trade. That gives me enough leeway to tell something fictional about an undefined date sometime in the 530s or 540s. The Kingdom of Mercia isn't attested until the 570s CE Pengwern didn't lose a certain amount of independence from Mercia until the reign of Offa (757-796 CE), when any remaining political ties with Powys were cut
  10. OliverX

    Dark green pills

    Grinning, Tony and Marlon sat side by side on the couch in Tony's small studio in the center of the Eldros de Rimbara metropolis. They were discussing their latest adventure in the new game "The Road Back" a multiplayer shooter. Their scrawny bodies squirmed with laughter as Tony remembered how his game character had shot another player off the server. It turned out to have been a rather comical moment. Due to the always tropical heat on the island of Pardisos de Rimbara, he only wore shorts. Marlon was not wearing much more. With a smooth swing, he placed his thick feet on the coffee table and lazily stretched his black body. He banged his bald head against the wall behind the couch with a thump. "Au!" His thick lips grimaced painfully, and a small tear of shock slid from his dark eyes, which looked Asian through his high cheekbones. Tony got up and walked lanky to the narrow kitchen to get a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator. His white, smooth body shone with sweat. He was not made for this heat and was happy that air conditioning would finally be installed in his studio next week. He rubbed the sweat from his face, which was much narrower than Marlon's wide face, and immediately stroked his blond, sticking hair. With his light eyes he looked at the black guy on his couch. "Those feet are getting bigger every time I see them, aren't they?" he asked, looking back at the light colored soles as he walked back to the sofa. "No, your nipples are getting smaller," was the response. Tony indeed had large, puffy nipples that were like pink patches on his skinny chest. The boys laughed at their comments. The doorbell rang and tensed with excitement they placed their glass of coke on the coffee table. Tony looked at Marlon with a smile, getting up to open the front door. They both knew what would be delivered today and hoped it would happen now. Today was Tony's 18th birthday and 18 was a magical number on the island. It was determined by law that you were allowed to place orders on somnix.com from the age of 18 and this was exactly what Tony had done this morning upon waking up. Marlon had been super excited when he heard what his best friend had done. He had to wait another year before he was allowed to place orders there. He had just turned 17 last month. "It's in," Tony said, beaming and placed a small cardboard box on the coffee table. Marlon watched with interest as the package was hastily torn open, until there was nothing left but a small plastic bag filled with two large, green pills and a printed note. "Thank you for your purchase ..." Tony began to read. Roughly the note was pulled out of his hands by Marlon, then he walked to the kitchen. "Just open that bag," he said impatiently, filling two glasses with tap water. Marlon was right. What interested him in that welcome note? He had already gone through all the specifications of the product on the website several times. From the moment he accidentally saw the pills, when his older brother was surfing the site, he had his sights set on it. And now, two years later, he was finally able to try them out himself. He opened the bag with a sharp jerk and took out the two dark green pills. "They look like suppositories," Marlon said, putting a glass of water in front of Tony. "Are you sure you have to swallow them and they shouldn't go in the ass?" Tony laughed. "I'm sure, otherwise I wouldn't have invited you. You don't think I'm going to stuff such a pill between those fat, black buttocks of yours? " "These are not fat buttocks," said Marlon, protesting. "They call this a bubble butt." However, he knew very well that his bulging buttocks were larger than average and was very proud of it. He turned his bottom to Tony and hopped up and down. His shorts moved violently with the heaving movements of the fat butt that was inside. Marlon stopped hopping when Tony gave him a green pill. The boys excitedly tried to swallow their pill, which was not easy. The pill was so big that it stayed on the back of their tongue. Almost all the water in their glass was needed to flush it. As Marlon stared at the coffee table on the sofa, waiting for what was going to happen, Tony nervously moved up and down between the sofa and the kitchen. "I feel something," he said suddenly when he was in the kitchen. Marlon felt it too. A strange rumble in his stomach. Tony rubbed his belly. He felt his abs bulge under his skin. "It works!" he screamed. "With me too!" Marlon screamed back. Tony was bent by the contracting abs, as his chest started to grow. Like two airbags that inflated, they got bigger and bigger. His arms were pushed away by his chest muscles and when his biceps started to bulge, he could no longer touch his navel between his ever-growing abs. Marlon lay back on the couch to give his body plenty of room to grow. Tony looked startled at the black body on the couch. It looked like a big balloon that just got bigger. He didn't look much different himself. His shoulders grew so fast that he was afraid of getting stuck in the narrow kitchen. He got out with difficulty. His thickening legs had less and less space to move freely along one another. The shorts were tighter with every second. His heart raged and he gasped as his head was pushed forward by the growing trapezium. Marlon struggled to get off the couch. His growing buttocks needed more room. But he lost his balance due to the size of his growing legs and relapsed. He landed on the bench with a crash. Crack! The bench broke in two with loud creaking and he tumbled back awkwardly. He would have bumped his head hard against the wall, although his over-pumped back broke the fall. His thick traps and almost as thick neck kept his head in place. He heard Tony scream, but couldn’t see him. He could no longer look over his chest. Tony felt sore skin around his pecs. Although the rest of his body had stopped growing, his chest continued to pump. "I explode!" He cried. Marlon did not respond. He, too, felt strong pain shoots. In his legs and especially in his ass. He groaned loudly. Suddenly the pain disappeared. Except for the boys' panting, the studio was quiet. "Are you okay?" asked Tony after a while. " "Yes," sounded from behind two bloated pecs on the ground between the broken bench parts. Slowly Marlon moved his thick arms and tried to get up. "Help me out," he said. "I can't get up anymore." Tony slowly walked to the "struggling" Marlon. After every step he had to regain his balance so as not to fall. The size of his legs had ripped his shorts, and he tried not to tighten his immense chest muscles for fear of tearing out of his skin. Puffing with exertion, he reached Marlon, who in turn gasped from all the attempts to get up again. His shorts were completely gone. Not surprising, seeing that his legs were much thicker than Tony's. Fortunately, he wore a light purple thong, which still covered his noble parts. "Sorry about your couch," Marlon said as Tony leaned forward to help him up. His bulging abs got in the way. Because of the size of his chest and biceps, Tony struggled to get his hands close enough to each other to grab Marlon by the arm and pull him up. "My whole body hurts," he wailed. Marlon did not respond, but looked at his friend, who was standing there like a tightly stretched bouncy castle. His round shoulders made his head look small, and his arms which spread away from his body were much thicker than the shoulders. He stood in front of him wide-legged, as the hams pushed each other away. Marlon was shocked to see the two huge pecs, which bulged prominently under his neck and cast a shadow over the seen abs. The top two were hiding behind the pecs. "Those nipples really don't get any smaller," Marlon said, looking at the two pink patches that looked painfully tense. They were no longer puffy and shined in sweat. Tony, in turn, looked at the huge black body in front of him. Marlon's face seemed less wide because of the width of his shoulders, and he too kept his arms wide away from his body because of their size. His chest was not as big and bulging as Tony's. Instead… Tony stepped back to get a better look, almost losing his balance. He stared wide-eyed at Marlon's huge, veined legs. If he didn't know better, he would have thought they were too full of air. The muscles bulged far over his knees, and his hamstrings pushed his feet even further apart than his. "That was cool!" Marlon called suddenly, and the boys started laughing loudly, their massive muscular bodies bulging in all directions. Marlon slowly staggered into the kitchen, almost pushing Tony away. They were able to catch each other just in time before they fell. "So!" shouted Tony when Marlon passed by him and looked at his wide back. "That ass!" It immediately became clear to him that much of Marlon's muscle growth had gone not only to his legs, but also to his butt, which moved vigorously with every step he took. The fragments of what was once his shorts hung from the deep crack. "Are they beautiful?" Marlon asked curiously after finding out that he could no longer look over his pumped back to see his own buttocks. The idea of hopping up and down had been a bad one. He immediately felt that he would lose his balance, so he didn’t. "They’re like two beach balls," Tony replied, pulling the rags of shorts out of the butt crack. "And I found your shorts. Oh… and your skin is torn I see. " With a sore face, he looked at a small tear in the right buttock. Marlon didn't care. He staggered on to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. The "growth" had made him thirsty, but upon arrival it became apparent that he could no longer fit in the kitchen. He was too wide. Transversal was also impossible, his big ass bulged outwards too much to fit. "I have to get a bigger room," said Tony, after pouring a glass of water for Marlon. His legs and butt were less big and his huge chest had just fit between the counter and the cupboards above. Since it was impossible to look over his pecs to see what lay on the floor in front of him, he needed directions from Marlon to find the scales, which were on the floor in a corner of the kitchen. He had pushed the thing out of the kitchen with his feet. The boys burst out laughing. What a situation! "398lbs," Marlon shouted enthusiastically, while Tony stood on the scales with one foot. The other dangled next to it in the air. It was no longer possible to get both feet on the scales, his legs no longer allowed. He stepped off the scales, smiling, to make way for Marlon. "407lbs," said Tony. The boys spent the rest of the afternoon getting used to their new bodies. And a new sofa was bought via the internet. "When are we going to take another one," Marlon said suddenly when the sun went down and it was time to go home. Tony smiled.
  11. dangerdanger

    Tetas de hombre

    UNO El asunto del pecho de Nico al parecer era muy conocido. Nico y yo eramos amigos desde jardín. Habíamos ido a la misma primaria y cuando entramos en la segundaria nuestros padres eligieron mandarnos a colegios diferentes. De todos modos todavía seguiamos siendo amigos y cada tanto solíamos invitarnos a dormir. Durante los años de secundaria la mamá de Nico había decidido darle pastillas para el crecimiento, ella era una mujer petisa y tenía miedo de que su hijo no creciera demasiado. A Nico el asunto lo tenía sin problema y hasta ese momento él no había sido más bajo o más alto que nadie en el colegio. Pero a medida que los años de secundario iban pasando las cosas empezaron a cambiar. Lo primero que sucedio es que la voz de Nico se volvió más gruesa. Después ocurrió que pegó un estirón y me sacó una cabeza. Nico siempre había sido muy jodón y desde entonces empezó a decirme enano. —¿Que hacés enano? ¿Que tal la vista desde el subsuelo? Después le creció el pecho. No fue algo progresivo, fue casi como de un día para otro. Dos enormes pectorales asomaron como montañas sobre su pecho. Nico se reía. Decía que sus amigos lo llamaban la tetona. Era un pecho impresionante, yo nunca había conocido a nadie con un pecho tan grande. No era desproporcionado sino que era del tamaño perfecto, ancho y suave. No caía como esas tetas de viejos de 60 o de gordos a los que se les cae la grasa. Era un pecho grande, simplemente como si se le hubiera expandido la caja torásica y le hubieran crecido los músculos. Entonces ocurrió que Nico empezó a coger. Eso le causaba gracia, decía que las chicas le tocaban el pecho todo el día. —Les encanta —decía cuando se quitaba la remera y se miraba frente al espejo. Nico no tenía un gramo de grasa, no es que fuera super musculoso, solo que su cuerpo emanaba fuerza y energía sexual. Se paraba frente al espejo y se masajeaba el pecho mientras decía. —Les encanta. No sabés como me tocan todo el pecho, se vuelven locas —y después se miraba de costado y de frente—. Lo tengo enorme. ¿Que te parece, enano? ¿Te parece que tengo el pecho muy grande? ¿Me lo querés tocar? —Salí, boludo —le decía yo y él se cagaba de risa. Después se agarraba el pecho con ambas manos y decía: —Tetas de hombre —y eso era todo. Al parecer sus amigos también cargaban con eso. Le decían la tetona y a Nico le encantaba. Siempre que podía se sacaba la remera. —¡Salí de acá tetona! —le decían sus amigos. —¡Dejá de mostrar las tetas! Pero a Nico eso no lo intimidaba y siempre decía: —¿Querés tocarme las tetas? ¡Dale, veni! ¡Tocame las tetas! Una vez en su cumpleaños uno de sus amigos empezó a cargarlo con eso de las tetas grandes. Nico se sacó la remera y dijo: —Veni si sos macho, dale, tocame las tetas. El amigo fue y empezó a tocarle el pecho. —¡Aw Nico! —decía haciéndose el que se calentaba, mientras todos se cagaban de risa—. Que fuerte que sos, que pecho de macho que tenés, que tetas, que fuerte que sos. Tetas Nico, tetas, dame tus tetas. Y todos se morían de risa, incluso Nico. Para ese entonces yo le llegaba tan solo hasta la linea de sus pectorales. Para mí Nico se estaba volviendo un gigante. Por esa época Nico empezó a juntarse con otros amigos más grandes que nosotros. En especial con uno que se llamaba Juanito. Yo no lo conocía pero al parecer Juanito estaba todo el tiempo hablando de sexo, de tetas, de conchas, de pijas, de minas y de como cogérselas. Todo el material que Nico traía a mi casa las noches que venía a dormir era de Juanito. Así fue como empezó a traer fotos de minas en bolas, con unas tetas enormes o cogiendo. Cuando mis papás se habían ido a dormir pausábamos el jueguito que estuvieramos jugando y nos poníamos a ver las fotos. —Mirá esta hija de puta, como me la cogería —decía Nico mientras se tocaba la pija debajo del pantalón. Un día así fue como empezamos a pajearnos. Nico trajo unas fotos, nos sentamos frente al monitor y él dijo: —Boludo, pajiémosnos —y sin esperar que yo dijera nada se sacó la remera y se desabrochó el pantalón. La pija que salió era enorme, yo nunca había visto una pija tan grande en mi vida. En especial porque la mia era bastante chiquita; la de Nico parecía diez veces mas grande. —Dale, boludo, ¿Que esperas? —me dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba y su pija crecía y crecía. —Boludo, la tenés enorme —le dije. —El otro día la medimos con Juanito —dijo Nico mientras se masturbaba—. Treinta y cinco centímetros. Yo saqué la mia y empezé a pajearme. —Boludo, ¿Que es eso? —me preguntó—. Tenés un mani. Le pegué en el hombro y me fui al baño. —¡Boludo, no te enojes, es un chiste! Cuando salí del baño Nico había vuelto a jugar a los jueguitos. Me pidió perdón y jugamos hasta que se hizo de madrugada. Otro día vino con una sonrisa en la cara. —Tengo unas fotos que te vas a morir. Se hizo de madrugada y me mostró lo que había traido. Por alguna razón las pasaba bien rápido, hasta que llegó a la foto que me quería mostrar. Era la foto de una pija enorme. Solo se veía la pija y un poco de las piernas y la panza. Se notaba que era un hombre musculoso. —¿Cual decís que es mas grande? —preguntó—. Esa o la mia. Y sin esperar mas se bajó el pantalón y empezó a pajearse. Antes de que estuviera toda parada se sacó la remera y mientras con una mano se masturbaba con la otra empezó a tocarse el pecho: esas enormes tetas musculosos que tenía. Cuando estuvo del todo parada Nico se paró y dijo: —¿Y? ¿Cual decís que es mas grande? Mire ambas pijas, eran las dos enormes, simplemente enormes y gruesas. —No sé, parecen igual de grandes. —¿Vos decís? —Yo creo que la del chabon es mas grande —dijo Nico mientras se masajeaba una teta. A la siguiente vez trajo un video porno y algo que había aprendido. Juanito le había enseñado a hacer competencias de wascasos. —Nos pajeamos y el que aguanta mas y acaba mas gana. Pusimos el video y nos empezamos a pajear. La pija monstruosa de Nico se paró como un mástil. La mia apenas lograba ponerse dura. Heché una mirada a las enormes tetas de Nico y acabé. El wascaso entró en mi mano como un chicle. —¿Ya estás? Ja, ¡que chabón! Nico se siguió pajeando y pajeando. Se tocaba las tetas y se masajeaba la pija con una y con las dos manos. —Tengo la pija enorme, boludo —decía—, casi tan grande como mis tetas. Mirá el tamaño de mis tetas, boludo. Estoy enorme. Tengo mas tetas que la puta esa —dijo y se puso de pie. Fue al baño y dijo: —Mirá esto, enano. Me paré al lado y vi salir un chorro de wasca como si hubiera abierto una canilla. —Te lleno la bañera de leche, boludo. Jaja, mirá toda la leche que tengo. Otra vez me dijo: —Boludo, nos tenemos que pajear cruzado. Es zarpado. —¿Que? ¿Cruzado? —Si boludo, yo te pajeo a vos y vos a mi. —Dejate de joder, boludo, no te quiero tocar la pija. —Boludo, es lo mismo. ¿Que te cambia? Es una pija. Los dos tenemos una pija... Y puso un video de una mina a la que se la cogían tres tipos. Nico sacó su pija y yo hice lo mismo. —¿Así toda floja? —le pregunté. —Dale, boludo —dijo y me sacó la mano y me agarró la pija con dos dedos. Su mano era mucho mas grande que la mia y entre sus dedos mi pija todavía parecía mas chica. Se me paró al toque. —Dale, agarrame, boludo. Agarré su enorme pija con una mano y empecé a subir y bajar. Nunca había sentido una pija tan grande. Acabé en un segundo. —¡aw, boludo! Me llenaste la mano de leche. Tenés que controlarla, forro. Se limpió con mi remera y después se puso en cueros. —Ahora termina con la mia. Le agarré la pija temblando. Había crecido por la mitad, pero ya era algo impresionante. Un segundo después se puso tan dura como una piedra y tan gruesa que apenas podía rodearla con mi mano. —Apretá con fuerza, boludo. ¡Dale! ¡Ponele ganas! –Estoy apretando todo lo que puedo. —Dale, boludo, ¿me estás jodiendo? —Forro, la tenés enorme. —Dale pelotudo, apretá en serio. ¿Así te pajeas? —Boludo, no tengo la culpa que tengas una pija gigante. —Usá las dos manos. Agarré su pija con las dos manos y Nico empezó a tocarse las tetas. —Uh, que grande que la tengo, mirá tus manitos, son diminutas. Ja! Dale, pajeame con ganas. Jaja, mirá el tamaño de esa pija. Dios, que grande que estoy. Y ahí sin pensar en lo que hacía se la chupé. Nico me empujó y se puso de pie. —¿Que hacés, boludo? ¿Sos puto? —dijo y me pegó una piña en el hombro que me tiró al suelo. Nico debía pesar el doble que yo, tenía una fuerza que yo no podía imaginar. Se vistió, se subió el pantalón y se fue. A los pocos días alguien tocó el timbre de casa. Era Nico. —¿Puedo pasar? Le dije que si. Nos sentamos en mi cama y no dijimos nada. Después nos pusimos a jugar al street fighter. Cuando se hizo la madrugada Nico puso pausa y dijo: –¿Me querés chupar la pija? No respondí. Nico se sacó la ropa, estaba mas enorme que nunca. Se paró delante mio mientras se masturbaba. Yo veía su inmensa pija crecer y crecer y crecer sobre mi cabeza y en lo alto sus enormes tetas musculosos moviéndose suavemente. Cuando estuvo parada Nico agarró me puso una mano en la cabeza y me acercó a su pija. Me resistí, cerré la boca con fuerza y me apretó la poronga gigante contra el cachete haciendo presión. —Dale, abrí la boca, enano. Me apretaba con la pija. —Dale, mirá lo grande que la tengo, dale puto. Entonces abrí la boca e intenté morderlo, pero era tan grande que no pude cerrar la boca. —Así me gusta, putito, chupame la pija —decía mientra me sostenía la cabeza con una mano y con la otra se tocaba las tetas—. Awww que bien que chupas, enano. Chupamela toda, dale. ¿Te gusta? Mira lo grande que la tengo. Dale, chupame toda la pija, dale, mirá lo grande que es. Es enorme. La tengo re dura. ¿Te gusta eso? Dale, chupame las bolas, Jaja, que puto que sos enano. Te morías de ganas de chuparme la pija. ¡Que chabón! Dale, hasta el fondo, jajaja te vas a atragantar. La tengo muy grande. Uh me vas a hacer acabar —dijo y me agarró la cabeza con fuerza para que no me moviera—. ¡Tomá puto! ¡Tomate toda la leche que tengo! Dijo y acabó una cantidad imposible de wasca. Hasta el punto que me atraganté y me salió por la nariz. Casi me ahogo tomándome la leche de Nico. —Boludo, casi me matás —le dije y le empecé a pegar en el pecho, en ese increible y enorme pecho musculoso que sus amigos llamaban tetas de hombre. Tetas de hombre, enormes y cubiertas de una capa de pelo. Me cansé de pegarle y empecé a acariciarle el pecho. Era una masa enorme de músculos perfectos. —Jajaj, mirá como quedaste chabón —dijo Nico mientras yo le tocaba el pecho como si no se diera cuenta que lo estaba tocando. Me limpió la cara con un pañuelo mientras yo seguía tocando su pecho —¿Te gustan mis tetas? —dijo y las flexionó para que yo viera lo duras que eran. Yo lo tocaba y lo tocaba mientras sentía la enorme fuerza de su pecho bajo mi manos. Ese pecho inmenso y lleno de musculos que todavía estaba creciendo. Y sin mas se le paró la pija otras vez y me agarró la cabeza para que se la chupara de nuevo. Así empezamos.
  12. My Celtic Cross Tarot Reading I was walking around a Renaissance Faire one Sunday. I barely get any time off, and it seemed like a fun way to spend a day off. At least it would get my mind off of life. I reached a little tent as I walked down a trail, seemingly away from all of the festivities. It didn't even seem like it was part of the faire. Maybe one of the actors lived on site. I called hello a couple of times as I approached, with no response. I just wanted a quick peak inside before heading back. I got close and gently lifted the tent flap. You could hear a pin drop, I was being so quiet and not even breathing. Inside seemed dark, so I got closer. I could barely make out that a table was in there, but not much else. Still holding my breath, I got my head all of the way in, and then I heard the flap close behind me. In shock, I spun around. I was fully inside of the tent and it was lit by many candles. Turning back around, I saw a round table in the center of the room with various cabinets and supplies placed around the exterior. There was an incense stick giving off little wafts of smoke in the middle of the table. There was movement from the back room. Wait, there was a second part to the tent? Wait, wasn't this tent a lot smaller on the outside? Wait, how did I actually enter the tent? "How can Madame Tempest help you today?" A lady in a gypsy looking costume entered the room from the back. I must have looked completely dumbfounded. "Yes, yes. You are in my home, but nobody enters Madame Tempest's home without reason. I can sense that you are confused. But your confusion is not about why you are here. You are confused about your place in life. You are confused about your direction. Come, come. Sit at my table with me." She approached the round table and sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. I did so. "Let me see your hands." I placed my hands on the table. She took the left one and turned it over on to her own. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then, she went to my right hand and started tracing the lines in the palm. "Ah, I see now. Your life is not how it should be. You have great strength inside of you, but it does not come through. Others see you as weak and you have begun to agree. Madame Tempest thinks otherwise. Here, let me show you." She clapped her hands together and a deck of cards was in her left palm. None of this made sense, but I was just going with it. "Now, I will take reading. You must shuffle the cards and let your will infuse into them." She spread them out on to the table. "Now really make sure that the cards are mixed. They do not have a correct orientation. Right side up and up side down and both just as necessary to the reading." I mixed them up like I had seen poker dealers do before a game. I then pushed the cards together back into a deck. "Do you want to cut the cards?" I shock my head no. She nodded in approval and grabbed the deck. "This is called a Celtic Cross." She deal one face down and another perpendicular on top of it. She then dealt down, left, up and to the right of the original two cards. "These all represent your past, present and future. This will reveal a challenge you are facing with some reason drawn from your past." She then dealt four more cards in a line to the right side. "These cards will give you some insight into the challenge and what might affect it. Finally we will see what the outcome will be." I gestured at the cards for her to continue. She slid the first face down card out and placed it in front of me. "Present - Temperance in reverse... Not the best start to a reading. It indicates that you are currently being pulled in the extremes. Your life has lost its balance. Things may seem turbulent right now, but it may not be that way forever." She grins devilishly. "Obviously it will not stay turbulent into your future cards since we already drew temperance here." I nodded. She wasn't wrong. It is kind of strange though. I really do feel like my life is all over the place. Am I focusing on the right thing? Am I living my life the way I should be? The perpendicular card was then turned. "Immediate Challenge - The Magician... Since this card was on its side, there is no reverse. Your main goal will be yours for the taking. Make sure to take initiative and you will accomplish it. This is a very nice card to have as your challenge. Things seems messed up right now. But your challenge is to grab life by the horns and do what is best for you. If you accomplish that, you will have what you desire." That was weird. What is my main goal? "Distant Past - Justice in reverse. Your distant past has been plagued with other people affecting your life. You feel like your own decisions and actions have no meaning because you are constantly faced with other peoples consequences. This is probably what lead to you feeling the turbulence surrounding your life. It would certainly lead to temperance in reverse as your present card. Do not fret, as your own goals are now opening to you." She tapped on the Magician card. I really never have had control over my life. Why do I lend myself to others' whims all of the time. Being easy going is a curse. I watched as she flipped the next card. The devil??? Man, this keeps getting worse. "Recent Past, the cause for getting to this point - The Devil sounds like it is a bad card. However, it does not mean that Satan has been controlling you or some evil presence is here. All this means is that your main goal is being driven by you base desires, your animal instincts. You are not controlled by these instincts, instead you desire to follow them where they will lead you." I actually responded for the first time, "I do desire to have freedom. So my desire to be free and my past of having no control over my life is causing great conflict. That makes sense. But what is this goal that is supposed to bring my life into balance? Wouldn't getting balance be a goal?" She nodded thoughtfully. "I cannot claim to know what your base desires are. However, this next card may help you figure that out. This location on the Celtic Cross is the best outcome to the challenge. You got The Tower, reversed... The tower itself represents catastrophe and rebuilding, which would make sense for your situation. As in, everything falls apart from the turmoil but you can rebuild from that. Though, in reverse is has a different meaning. Through your challenge in obtaining your goal, you will be built up instead of falling apart. The best outcome will be that you come out stronger than you were before." I shrugged in acceptance. It still did not answer the question about my goal. But at least it does indicate that things will get better. "In your immediate future, we have The Wheel of Fortune in reverse... In general, the wheel means that sometimes things will go well and sometimes badly. In the end, karma will balance out. In reverse, karma will not balance out and you will be faced with good and bad changes. I am sorry, I know that is not what you wanted to hear. But let's move on to the next card because it should explain things a little bit better. Factors affecting situation..." I nodded. This one would start to get into the nitty gritty. "The Emperor is what will be affecting the challenge. The Emperor is a symbol of masculinity, authority and power. This means that someone in authority will have a big influence on your challenge. Perhaps a boss or a parent will help your reach your goals. Pay close attention to what those around you are saying. There may be an opening where they will no longer control your life and instead give you the reins." "Ah ok. Since the goal is unclear, I need to 'keep my enemies closer' as it were. They may be the ones causing turmoil, but they may also save me in the end." "Oh, there is a second card underneath. Strength in reverse. How odd. I never deal two cards in the same spot. But we mystics believe that when two cards are dealt, both have equal part in the story of your life. We are still on the factors affecting the situation. In reverse, strength refers to a weakened resolve. Your own inner strength will be low. This might be why you need to rely on the authority figure to help." I scoffed a little. These cards are basically telling me that I suck. Everyone else controls me. My own desires are squashed away. I am not even strong enough to accomplish my heart's desire - I need someone else to do it for me. "External influences - Wait, what? There are two cards here again. I believe these extra cards may have more meaning that we think. It is no coincidence that you have gotten two cards on both the factors affecting the outcome and the external influences outside of your control. This leads me to think there will be a duality to the situation. Outside authority versus your own will. Or in this case," she flipped both cards. "The Sun and The Moon. This is a very mixed message. This is a mixture of your fears and positivity, your dark impulses and upbeat attitude. It could also be a literal card definition - the factors influencing the situation would be the sun and the moon... Perhaps you need to focus on your sleep schedule. It might take some trial and error to find a better schedule than what you have right now." That actually made sense in a way. I have been wanting to go out to clubs more at night. Maybe I need to find a job with a later start time so that I could party late and sleep in afterwards. "Hopes and fears - Death in reverse. At least there is only one card this time." She noticed my eyes widen - I fear death? "Just like with the Devil card, this is not literal. In reverse it is more difficult to interpret, though. So your hopes would be that your journey will have convergence. You will not want things to keep changing. Your fear will be that you are at the end. Again, not at the end of your life. It would be that you are afraid you will not get a new beginning." I relaxed a little bit. That was somewhat comforting. Again, not liking the turmoil and change and want something more balanced. So my goal is to find balance in my life and someone above me will help. "Culmination/Final outcome - The World... This is literally the end of a journey. The journey will end in accomplishment and closure. Even though you face good and bad things," she indicated The Wheel of Fortune again, "the outcome will be the completion of the challenge." I smiled, "And all of it indicates that my challenge is to find balance in my life. That goal seems reachable." "Yes, I have full faith in you. Be weary of your surroundings. Start to move away from people that are controlling you and get closer to those (especially bosses) who want your life and work and anything else to be in harmony. Madame Tempest wishes you all the best in your journey. It seems like it will be exciting." I stood and gave her a little wave goodbye and turned around to leave the tent. I tripped on a stick, but managed to keep my balance. I wondered why there was a stick inside of the tent. I looked up towards Tempest to say something, but I was outside on the trail. When...? I stopped myself from asking any more questions and just quickly made my way back to the faire on the trail. The following day at work, I was not incredibly productive. That whole thing with the tent and the strange gypsy lady never left my mind. "My goal is to achieve balance. I need to distance myself from stress but keep some authority figured around for guidance." I was daydreaming and mumbling to myself. I glanced at the time and it was almost lunch. I shook myself out of it and groaned. I had nothing to show for my time so far. I needed to skip lunch and just focus on work. As the clock turned over to 12 noon, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I tried to cry out for help, but the agony prevented anything from escaping my lips. Tears were filling up in my eyes, and then it stopped. It felt like hours had passed, but the clock read 12:01. I just needed a quick walk and a drink of water to clear my head. The daydreaming must have been getting to me. The pain was completely gone, but I still had a lot of work to do. ============================ So do you think Madame Tempest was correct with her reading?
  13. teroyugi

    The Janitor's Secret (Furry)

    The Janitor’s Secret    The sound of feet stomping and clawing against the floors mixed with the murmurs of the students passing by the college hallway. Henry the newly hired intern watched the students passing by his window office with envy in his eyes. How not too long ago he was one of them, a fresh eyed bunny going class to class thinking that after graduation he would be doing something meaningful with his degree. With a heavy sigh he turned his attention back to the outdated computer in front of him. He clicked his mouse furiously but to no avail, the computer was hanging again.    “Ughh! Come on don’t do this to me now. I got to finish tonight or I’m screwed out of my bonus.” Smacking himself in the forehead for not saving fast enough, the ash brown bunny had enough and decided to get away from his desk.    The other students and faculty members didn’t pay much attention to Henry as he walked towards the vending machine down the hall. It was just how he liked it, they didn’t bother him and he could hardly careless about them, though sometimes he wished he had someone to talk to while working, it would make the hours more bearable. Just as he reached the bright orange machine, he scanned through the displayed snacks and drinks only to be disappointed by one empty B5 slot. His favourite peppermint cola was sold out. Cursing the machine Henry grumbled to himself and made mad gesture to the air like he was punching some invisible force.    “Hey, bunny boy,” a deep gruff voice called out to Henry from behind.    He turned to face an older brown rabbit walking towards him, his hands behind his back like he was hiding something. It was the college’s janitor dressed in his dark green jumpsuit, a white patch on the right of his chest wrote “Jeff”. Henry was instantly drawn towards the thick light brown moustache covered Jeff’s upper lips giving the illusion that the bunny spoke through his moustache.    “Looking for these?” He pulled out from behind two bright pink cans with a green mint tea design plastered on the centre.    “Peppermint Cola!” Henry leapt into Jeff’s arms and hoisted the older bunny into the air by the hips, spinning him around as he celebrated his knight in green jumpsuit. As they spun the excited bunny missed a step and nearly tripped.    “Woah, careful, careful. I don’t want to end up in the E.R. for getting tossed by a coke addicted bunny.”    “Sorry.” Henry gently lowered Jeff back onto the ground. “Did they set up another vending machine in the college?"    “Nah, I just passed by this one during my route and noticed there were only two cans left. And guess who I thought about right away.”    “Aww, shucks you shouldn’t have. Hey, let me grab my sandwich from the office and I’ll meet you and at the usual spot.”    Jeff nodded and walked away with the drinks in hand. Henry skipped back to his office with a song in his heart. His computer’s screen flickered for a few seconds before projecting a completely blue screen, but Henry didn’t have time for it. Just as he was about to step out the office again a shrill female voice called out to him. “Henry! Henry, I’m talking to you!”    Chills ran down the bunny’s spine. He was so close to getting away. Turning back there was no one there, but that was nothing new. The head clerk had her own room while Henry worked the desk job where all the students can come and go. “Henry, where are the test results I asked you to key in for the new semester?” She asked again.    “It’s a work in progress. The dumb computer is acting up again, I can’t do anything about it.” Henry yelled back towards the door of the head clerk.    “That’s no excuse Henry, get IT to check,” her voice answered back.    “I did. They came in earlier and said they can’t do anything about it, and we don’t have any spare computer’s left.”    “Well, I hope you figure out a way out of this Mr. Henry. It’s your head on the line if you don’t fix this mess.”    Henry growled on the inside, his ears stood up and his bunny tail did an unnoticeable swish. Still he managed to hide the rage in his voice. “I’ll get to it when I’m back Ms. June. I’m just out to get my lunch.  “Make sure you do.”    He grabbed the brown paper bag he stuffed into his drawer and headed back to meet Jeff.    Henry was rummaging through the bag making sure he did have the ham and cheese sandwich he made for Jeff earlier in the morning. It was a weird experience for the bunny to cook a piece of meat, usually the bunny kind were vegetarian, not that there weren’t a few omnivores in the crowd. When Henry first saw Jeff eating a whole hoagie he was only mildly surprised. Having an odd diet seemed to fit Jeff’s already odd long ears and the fact that he had a Ph.D. in Genetic Engineering but ended up working as a janitor.    From a distance Henry could see Jeff sitting in their usual spot, a metal table and two chairs tucked in the corner of an empty hallway. Two plastic plants blocked the window behind the seat giving their place a nice cool atmosphere. The older bunny had unzipped his jumpsuit down the front middle, exposing his firm and fit body hidden under his thin white t-shirt he wore underneath. Henry gulped, his eyes widened at the sight of the mature beefcake in front of him nonchalantly browsing his phone, not noticing the growing tent in Henry’s pants.    Henry quickly took a seat. “Sooo, here’s the sandwich I promised” He pulled out the aluminium wrapped snack and placed it close to Jeff.    Jeff tapped a few buttons on his phone before putting it away. “Thanks man,” said Jeff as he unwrapped his meal, “so you catch the documentary I recommended last night?”    Henry was caught off guard with a bite of the sandwich in his mouth. “Mmm,” he swallowed, “not really, I got home pretty late and by then I just wasn’t in the mood for another lecture.” “Really? How tiring can it be to sit behind a desk and type long boring reports?” Jeff asked with a sarcastic tone.    “Pff, well not all of us can have an easy job wiping off paint from the lockers.” Henry took another bite of his sandwich with a sly smile.    “Don’t remind me, the thing still won’t come off, and I know for sure there is a pool right underneath the locker that I have to deal with all on my own, it’s going to take the whole night!”    “Better you than me,” Henry replied, “is that how you stay in shape? Cause seriously how do you keep up that bod?”    “You really want to know?” Jeff pulled his seat closer to Henry, he leaned close, their face just inches away. Henry nodded. “Then you got to watch that documentary,” Jeff announced to a confused looking Henry, “You’ll understand once you see it. Anyways here, these are for you.” Jeff placed the two cans of cola on the table.    “Wait, you don’t want one?” Henry asked    “Nah, I got them for you. One of your two favourite things in the world, this and, “Jeff leaned in close to whisper, “huge muscular guys.”    Henry blushed, “You make it sound so dirty.”    “Well muscle fetish is rare but not the oddest fetish in the world. That’s why I told you to watch that documentary?” Jeff ate up the rest of his sandwich.    “No way, you mean it’s a documentary on muscles?” Henry asked, his eyes widened with excitement.    “Well no, but it’s related,” Jeff replied, “anyways I got to head off, my lunch break got cut in half today anyways. I got a massive spill up to clear courtesy of the Cullinary club. See you later kiddo.”    “Bye,” Henry waved as he watched the janitor head off. He looked at the two cans of cola and thought to himself, “Jeff is so sweet. Would he… would he ever want to be with me?” The young rabbit had long developed a crush on the older custodian, but never had the guts to tell him about it. What with the age difference, and how wise Jeff was, Henry never thought himself good enough for him. But still, he found peace with just imagining one day being with the older bunny.    The rest of the day passed by at a breakneck pace. Henry ran up and down trying to find someone who had a spare computer he could use, but to no avail, so he had to beg the lecturer that needed the report and managed to buy himself another few days at least.    His shirt was a mess with sweat stains and the wrinkles of the day. Henry stared blankly at the ceiling having just completed a stack of invitation letters that his superior so graciously forgot to tell him to do earlier. His eyelids felt heavy. His stomach growled angrily. “What tine is it?” he pulled out his phone. “8:20 p.m. Yeah I think that’s a good time to head back.”    Henry turned off the office lights and started his march down to the ground floor. The escalators were out, so they were practically overpriced stairs. To make matters worse, every floor was dimly lit with the most minimum of light possible, so half the time Henry was walking through darkness. Fortunately, he had his phone’s flashlight to guide him. When he came upon the first floor he heard the sound of metal clanking, it came from further within the hallway-near the student lockers. The bunny wondered if that could be Jeff still working on the locker clean-ups, if so he would want to say goodbye to the old guy first. Henry turned towards the hallway on his left and noticed Jeff facing the entrance under the orange light. The janitor bunny didn’t seem to notice Henry hiding behind the side of the door. To the right of Jeff was his bucket and mop leaning against the wall.    “Hey Je-“” Henry’s voice faded into silence when he saw Jeff grimacing, his hands formed into fists. His first thought was to rush over and help Jeff, he looked like he was in pain. Then the weirdest thing happened, he saw Jeff slowly growing taller and taller. “What the hell?” Henry whispered.    As Jeff grew closer to reaching the 8-foot-tall ceiling. The sounds of fabric stretching and tearing echoed through the empty hallway. Henry’s jaw dropped when he saw Jeff’s chest expand and fill until they were the size of two huge watermelons. The sudden shift in size caused his zipper to fall all the way down releasing his heaving pectorals. Even his white shirt underneath gave in and tore down the middle exposing the juicy, muscular pecs and his large erect nipples. The sleeves of his jumpsuit tried keep up with his growing arms, bulging and stretching as his biceps and triceps engorged with size, slowly getting bigger and bulkier causing holes to tear on his sleeves. Jeff moaned, and kissed his right bicep now larger than his own head. “Fuck, yes! More!” he erotically said, his voice now deeper. With a guttural growl Henry watched as Jeff’s shoulders grew in length, blocking out the back of the hallway. Jeff’s eyes were mad with power, he threw his head upwards showing his thickening neck, with one deep vein visible even under his fur. Henry nearly yelped when he saw the janitor’s traps suddenly enlarge and even encompass the rabbit’s neck, until he looked like he had no neck at all.    Then came his legs, ballooning with thickness. The growth spread from his thighs down to his calves, which literally exploded off the lower part of his jumpsuit. His shoes followed suit, breaking off into pieces of fibre as the bunny’s gargantuan paws burst free. Down the older rabbit’s right thigh it looked like a snake was slithering down. Jeff dug his meaty fingers into his jumpsuit and pulled out his hefty melon size balls and the ‘snake’, a long pink member with an exposed tip. “YES!” Jeff let out. The growth was complete.    Henry didn’t understand was going on, but the stiffness in his groin kept him watching. His hand reached down and started to grope his hard dick through his pants.    The janitor was a hulk of his former self. With ever movement the top of his head would graze the ceiling. The muscular janitor turned towards the row of lockers. He stretched his arms out and managed the grab both sides of the stack of lockers. Jeff spread his legs out, letting his balls dangle freely, and with a grunt he lifted the lockers into the air. Henry gasped. The gigantic muscle rabbit shifted a bit and placed the lockers further away along the hallway. He turned his now V shaped back, with deep groves running down them towards Henry, still oblivious to his adoring fan. The janitor clapped his hands and grabbed the mop.    Henry wondered what other feats of strength would the senior rabbit do? Will he break the mop? No- he just dipped it into his bucket and started mopping the floor. An anti-climatic ending to what Henry had witnessed earlier, he smacked himself on the forehead in disbelief. A slap so loud that it perked the ears of the overgrown janitor.    “Who’s there?” his deep voice commanded to know as he turned to face the door.    Thoughts of fleeing and surrendering himself to his friend raced through Henry’s horned up brain, and in that horned up manner he made the stupid choice-to run. Henry ran the opposite direction, and with each step he felt the ground shook, Jeff was after him!    Henry made a quick turn to the left into the men’s room, and hid in the first stall. He placed a hand over his mouth and cursed himself for trapping himself. The shaking grew stronger with every passing second. He shuddered at the sound of the toilet door slamming open followed by the frustrated grunt of Jeff. “Fucking hell, why didn’t they make bigger toilet doors,” Jeff complained.    The walls shook with the sounds of Jeff slamming himself through the doorway. If he wasn’t scared shitless Henry might have enjoyed seeing that. With one final push Jeff broke through, and some pieces of the doorway too. “Make it easy on yourself and come out! I can rip these stalls apart with one hand. Now show yourself, I know you saw the whole thing…Henry!” Jeff said, his back against the doorway to prevent another escape attempt.    Henry opened the stall door and stepped out slowly. He held his hands together, and his shoulders caved in like a nervous high schooler about to ask the girl of his dreams out to the prom. He took a quick peek upwards and saw the tip of Jeff’s nose past his pecs. “Shit, that’s hot!” Henry thought. The front of his pants was in full mass, but there was no point in hiding it anymore, he probably was going to be killed off for knowing too much.    The scared rabbit looked up again and started to speak. “Before you kill me- I just have one thing to say-“    “Henry,” Jeff tried to interrupt.    “I am more useful to you alive than dead. For one thing if I die, you have a bigger mess to clean up-”    “Henry,listen to-“    “And, it’s not like I am going to tell anyone. I mean a janitor turns into a muscle giant, who would believe that-“    “Henry!”    “And I will do whatever you say. I’ll be your loyal slave, Igor, sidekick, whatever. Please just don’t kill me-”    “HENRY! I’M NTO GOING TO KILL YOU”    “Ok, just butt fuck me to death at least! Err, what?”    The colossal bunny laughed, and pushed Henry against his titanic chest, practically suffocating the tiny guy. “I’m not mad ok. I’m actually glad you found out about my research,” Jeff said.    Henry pulled his head up and looked into his giant captor’s eyes. “This was your research? Oh my gosh, it’s so cool.”    Jeff had a cocky smile plastered on his face. He signalled Henry to wait. And in a blink of an eye grew again, ripping apart his jumpsuit into tiny pieces of rag on the floor. The muscle bunny was naked like a new born baby.    “Yeah you like it? Instantaneous muscle growth,” Jeff released Henry and pulled his arms up into a double bicep pose, “I can control how big I get just like that. You like?”    “Hell yeah! You-you’re like my muscle wet dream. Those arms!” Henry said leaping with joy as he pointed as Jeff’s arms.    “Oh yeah, these babies can lift a house if I try to, give it a feel,” Jeff crouched down and Henry happily accepted the invite and pressed his fingers deep into Jeff’s bicep but it barely moved.    “Fuck,” Henry exclaimed.    “What do you think of these?” Jeff placed his hands on his hips and jutted out his chest.    Henry buried his face between Jeff’s pecs and moterboated them. “They’re perfect” he said though muffled by fur and muscle.    Jeff laughed heartily and stood back up in his full height. He turned his back and gave the largest lat spread Henry very saw in his history of watching porn. “What about these buns?” Jeff shook his bubble butt and cotton tail.    “I could eat them all day,” Henry said as he approached and cupped the firm glutes in his smaller hands. He also noticed that Jeff had a white patch on the middle off his butt.    Jeff could Henry’s boner poking against this ass, the bigger rabbit then wiggled his ass until Henry’s boner stuck between his ass cheeks. Henry moaned and his face turned a deep shade of red. “Jeff, what are you?”    The muscle rabbit placed his thick hands against the doorway and started riding the trapped dick as best he could. Jeff’s body craved it, every fibre of his body wanted to pleasure Henry and to have his warmth inside of him.    “Jeff, stop!” Henry pulled his dick out, now with a big wet spot on the front.    “What?” Jeff turned back, looming menacingly over Henry. The older rabbit’s dick was hard as a rock, and came up to his stomach. A thick odour of musk washed over the smaller rabbit, and he could feel his dick ready to burst at any second.    “You still don’t want me? What’s wrong? I did this for you! Am I not big enough? Cause I can get huge!” Jeff was coming closer and closer to Henry, forcing him to back away to the back of the wall. The older rabbit’s dick shuddered as Jeff moved forward.    “TELL ME,” Jeff bent down his face a mix of rage and sadness. Henry never saw him like this before.    “No, no. You got it all wrong. I like this, I like you. Just I pictured our first time would be a bit more romantic?”    “Oh,” Jeff retreated back, he wiped the back of his neck. “Sorry, I, err this form kind of makes me more easily aroused and aggressive.”    Henry nodded. The larger bunny then took Henry’s hands and held them. “I would really like to try again if you would give me the chance.”    “Of course, and well… I wouldn’t say no to the bigger proposal,” Henry replied.    “You size queen. Now come on, I think you had a bit too much excitement for one night. I’ll message you soon, and yeah, let’s go on a date,” Jeff said.    “Totally.” Henry beamed with excitement. He broke their hand holding moment and was off.    He still could not believe what had just happened. On the bus ride home, he expected to suddenly wake up and everything would reveal itself to be a dream, but it didn’t happen. Just as the bus pulled over he received a text from Jeff. Henry blushed and ran quickly inside his home, running past his sleeping big brother on the couch.    Inside his room, he opened the text which had a picture attached. It was Jeff all muscled up with a his hardon. In his hand he was holding a trash can next to his member just for comparison. The dick was almost of equal length to the container. At the bottom, the caption read, “This can be in you if you just ask.”    Henry sank back into his bed and smiled. He knows what he will be jerking off to tonight. To be continued… Do comment
  14. MuscleNexusTF

    You're Fired!

    You’re Fired! Custom story request from a supporter on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MuscleNexus. I released it a few months ago there, but I wanted to post it here for all of you as well. Thanks for reading! Tags: SFW, muscle growth, forced growth, getting hairy, “You’ve got ten minutes to pack up your stuff and get out of here. You’re done doctor!” “No, no, no. You don’t understand. I’m so close!” Dr. Owen Nex stammered. “This work will change your military. The world even.” Owen’s boss leaned in close, his coffee breath puffing into the lanky scientist’s face. “If I had a dollar for every plucky PhD that told me his idea would change the world then I would have enough funding for your project. But that’s not the case. Months of work and almost nothing to show for it. You’re done.” The general turned briskly and stomped away. Owen opened his mouth to protest, to yell to the hulking man quickly retreating down the corridor, but then he let it shut. He was done and his dream would never reach fruition. He looked around his lab. notebooks, tubes, and large genetic material processing machines littered the cramped room. “So close,” he whispered to himself. He picked up a crate that had come that morning. PURIFIED OX DNA it read in bold letters on the side. It was his last desperate attempt to make his ‘super-serum’ work. The serum had been his obsession since high school. He was always skinny, puny in fact, and he hated that. But he hated lifting weights more. He knew that even the best steroids required weightlifting and a high calorie diet, so it was his mission to create a new kind of steroid that could bypass all that. Promising results during his PhD research netted him a contract with the government. A contract that was now expired. The crate was empty, he had tossed the ox DNA into the synthesizer with the rest of his half-baked serum - a final move that had ended once again in failure. He tossed some notebooks into the crate along with some personal items and turned to leave the lab and his dream forever. “Ding!” The synthesizer lit up and the cover slid open. A small cuvette of red liquid slid out. It was property of the government now, Owen thought. Not like it would do anything anyways… “Fuck the government.” He took his water bottle out of the crate and emptied it into the drain. “They get nothing,” he said to no one in particular as he dumped the red liquid into the bottle. “This is mine.” Owen dropped the crate into the trunk of his car and screeched out of the parking lot. “How was work?” Owen’s boyfriend Greg asked over the car’s bluetooth. “I got fired.” “WHAT!? Those assholes…” Greg was silent for a second. Come on home babe, I was just about to go for a run, but I can wait for you.” “No go. You know I don’t like running anyways. Besides, it’s raining” “Fine, but we’re going out when I get back. You know I can’t stand you sulking around the house.” Owen grunted his approval and hung up the call. By the time he pulled into the small bungalow that him and his partner shared the sun had begun to set and the rain had stopped. He popped his trunk and stepped around the car to retrieve his things. The air smelled metallic, electrical. Owen let the crate thud onto the kitchen table. He wasn’t going to pay attention to it anytime soon, he thought, broken dreams could wait. He pulled a bottle of beer out of the fridge, snapped the lid off, and settled on the couch. Not long after he heard the front door click and Greg came stepping in.”I’m drenched!” He called from the other room. Owen didn’t look up from his beer, “hey Greg.” “Ooh a beer sounds good,” Greg said, motioning to the beer cap on the counter. Let me get dried off and hydrated and I’ll come join you. Owen heard his boyfriend rip a few paper towels off the roll and the tap come on. “That was a good run,” he muttered to the living room in between sips of water. “I know it’s not really your thing, but maybe you could come with me someday?” “Maybe,” Owen answered. “Or maybe we can start going to the gym!. I know you’ve got a thing for muscular guys. It’s tragic that you ended up with a beanpole runner like me. That’ll never change, but it might be fun. What do you say?” “No.” “Oh okay.” Greg wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. “I’m still sweating like crazy, I’m going to have a shower.” Owen didn’t answer so Greg put the empty water bottle down and headed upstairs. He began panting as he made his way up. “Must be really winded from that run…” He thought. The stairs creaked under his footsteps, each one slightly louder than the last. “Damn, when did I get so out of shape?” He pulled the collar of his t-shirt, it felt tight on his neck. He noticed with his arm reaching up that his sleeves were also unusually tight, the material rode up his arms. “What?!” He hissed to himself as he looked at his arms in front of him. The back of each arm and hand were covered in matted dark hair and thick corded veins. His forearms bulged meatily in a way that was totally foreign to him. “Gah!” He grabbed his thickening, hairy arm and made a few lumbering steps into the bathroom, barely noticing the loud slaps of his larger feet. He slammed the door and quickly locked it before staring into the mirror. “Woah.” Greg held on the counter to keep his balance. He was definitely bigger. But how?! His eyes moved up his torso. His shirt was pushed forward tightly by thick abs with slab-like pecs overhanging them. They were still pushing out, creating a meaty shelf with a deep hairy crevice between them just becoming visible at his straining collar. He felt the material of the shirt straining as his back widened and his shoulders slowly throbbed into beefy boulders. Each sleeve cut into his ballooning biceps and triceps, making the bicep vein on each arm pop even more. He shut his eyes and grimaced as he heard the fabric begin to tear. He gasped in relief as the shirt finally fell away, in shreds. Breathing heavily Greg fixed his eyes on his hulking body. Each pec looked thick and full of hard muscle. They were covered in the same dark hair that he noticed on his arms. His jaw was also darkened with a short dark beard. He moved his arm up to rub it, grazing his thickened neck in the process. “What the fuck….” He grumbled in a deep, powerful voice. He then noticed that his running shorts had also fallen away in shreds. His briefs strained thinly over his mighty legs and ass. Already decent sized from years of running, his calves had thickened to immense proportions, each muscle easily bigger than his head, covered in thick veins and even thicker hair. He cupped a meaty pec in his hand and gave it a flex. The muscle bounced powerfully under his palm. “Oh shit….” --- Owen set the empty beer bottle on their coffee table and shut his eyes. Greg was taking a long time in the shower. He got up to get another beer. He cracked the cap off and let it tumble onto the kitchen table. It landed on it’s side and rolled until it clinked off the metal of Owen’s water bottle from work and fell on its side. Owen’s eyes narrowed at the bottle. It was uncapped, empty. “Oh shit.” Owen leapt up the stairs two at a time. Before pounding on the bathroom door. “Greg?!” There was no sound of water running, just heavy breathing. “You okay?” “Yeah.” Owen recoiled at the deep brutish sound from the other side of the door. “How about you let me in? What’s going on?” Silence, only punctuated by Greg’s heavy breaths from the bathroom. Finally Owen heard the click of the lock. He opened the door slowly. He smelled Greg before he saw him. A dense musky smell that frightened the small man and aroused him. Then he was face to face with two of the most muscled tree trunk legs and thickest muscle gut he had ever seen. He looked up to see his gargantuan beast of a boyfriend. The enormous man’s head almost brushed the ceiling, his dark dense beard tangled with his chest hair as he struggled to look over his pecs and gut to see his tiny boyfriend. “You did this,” he boomed at the small scientist. “Yes,” he gulped. “I mean no. I don’t know! What the hell Greg?” He stammered for words, half noticing the throbbing tent forming in his pants.”What are we going to do? You’re a monster! Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Greg half smiled, half sneered. He crouched down, making his massives calves flare out even bigger and coming eye level with his boyfriend. “It’s not so bad.” He moved an arm next to Owen’s head and flexed it tightly. He watched as the muscle balled up into a massive mound bigger than Owen’s head. Owen’s heart leapt into his throat as he caught the sharp smell emanating from Greg’s hairy pit and felt heat radiating from his massive veiny biceps. “In fact,” Greg growled playfully into Owen’s ear. “I want more.”
  15. magicworker

    Lost and Found

    Part One: The hook Tom was a big goof, but I couldn't have gotten where I am without him. We had started working out together several years ago at the same corporate gym. Neither of us had been a jock in school, but we both shared what we knew about working out and developed some routines we both enjoyed. A few years and a couple of jobs later, and we stayed connected enough to usually find a gym convenient for both of us and workout a couple times a week together. Tom was never very serious about anything, but he almost always showed up at the gym when he said he would. We hung out a couple times after a workout, grabbing a bite or watching a game, but outside of the gym we really didn't share much in common. We both made decent progress over the years, sharing similar goals to look good naked with lean, athletic bodies, even if we never played an actual sport. But lately, I had started to feel like Tom was holding me back, keeping me from pushing my body to the next level. I looked at the bigger guys at the gym with a desire that Tom didn't seem to share. Sure, I didn't have to stay with the same weights that Tom used, and with dumbbells I sometimes went a bit heavier than Tom. But, even when Tom encouraged me to go heavier, it felt a little like betrayal of the routine and the comfortable relationship we had built. "Fuck, I forgot shorts," Tom exclaimed as we were unpacking our gym bags in the locker room. "I guess I gotta go fishing," he said with a grin. I chuckled along and lightly shook my head as Tom went back to the front desk. It started as a joke. Tom lost his watch at the gym just a week after joining. As I left after that workout, he went to the front desk to ask if it had been turned in. The attendant showed him a crate of belongings and dug out a couple watches. At our next workout, Tom grinned wide as he showed off his new watch. We hardly ever saw the same person twice at the front desk, and about once a month Tom would decide to "go fishing" and say he lost something. He could give a detailed description of the item he "lost" because he would try to remember some of the contents of the crate each time they brought it out. One time, he randomely got a lock that he didn't even know how to open. "I'll google how to crack it," he said then. As Tom went fishing for shorts, I started my warm up on the treadmill. He came over soon with a child-like grin, pointing at his black shorts that looked a little small and short but showed off his legs pretty nicely. "They have a whole other box for clothing," he whispered. "This one looked clean." The next week, Tom gave me a tank top that had "Do you even lift, bro?" on the front. At first, it felt odd that Tom bought me a gift, especially one that was a size or two too big for me, but then I realized he had gone fishing for it. He assured me that he had washed it at home and bugged me to try it on. He laughed at how low and baggy it fit on me. I don't think he realized how much I wished I had the huge muscles to fill that XL tank. I don't think I really realized it until then, either. The next day I did a workout on my own and I had a growing frustration that drove me to go heavier than usual. Without a spotter, that meant mostly using machines rather than free weights, but my muscles felt a good, deep burn that I hadn't gotten in a while. I looked again at one of the bigger guys with jealousy that almost felt like anger. My thoughts were distracting me while I showered and changed. I thought about confronting Tom, either sharing with him my true desire and hoping he'll support me, or telling him I'm moving on, or was there a third option? I saw another new person at the front desk and in my restless frustration I decided to go fishing. "Hi, I, excuse me, I lost a, um," I fumbled. I thought of what I wanted, really wanted to get, and blurted out, "jar of muscle growth formula." As I froze and felt my face turn red, the attendant laughed. "I saw that this morning and thought it was funny," she replied, then turned and bent down to a lower shelf and produced a generic screw-top white plastic jar that had a piece of masking tape on it that read "Muscle Growth Formula". I was stunned and tried to smoothly say, "Thanks" with a forced chuckle. Trying not to look as awkward and confused as I really was, I grabbed the jar, placed it in my bag and headed out the door.
  16. hotmuscle101

    Blue Pill Part 20

    Sorry for the wait, in case you need a refresher here is Blue Pill Part 19 And without further ado I give to you Blue Pill Part 20 Although she had just fed, Sarah was hungrier than she had ever been before. The smell that hit her as soon as she opened the door to the gym was intoxicating, like pure male essence. It was the aroma of sweat and testosterone that caused her newly formed dick to harden down the leg of her short running shorts. The head of her dick just barely held within the confines of her shorts. She began to sniff the air, walking down the hallway, following the smell to where it was the strongest. This led Sarah to a heavy steel door, which she quickly pushed open to reveal an even more intense cloud of the stench that led here there from the hallway. It was so thick it was almost as if you could swim in it. Sarah felt something wet drip onto her foot and as she looked down to inspect where it came from, she saw another drop forming at the edge of her boxers. The smell had her so turned on that she was hornier than she ever remembered being before. Sarah was surprised to find the locker room was practically empty, minus the few gym bags sitting outside of their lockers. She walked up to one of the gym bags that was setting open atop the bench. She looked in and found a used jock sitting on top. Sarah reached into the gym bag and pulled out the jock. It was still warm and sweaty from the previous wearer, as if it had just been discarded. She brought the jock up to her nose, smelling the amazing aroma of sweat and testosterone with a hint of cum. Sarah stuck the jock in her mouth sucking on the sweat and cum. As she was sucking she felt a surge of strength run through her body and felt her dick pulse in her running shorts. She looked down to see that the head of her dick was now just barely peeking out of the edge of her shorts. As she was looking down at her dick, she noticed that her entire body looked pumped. She ran her hand along the shaft of her penis, earning her a glob of pre-cum once she reached the head. Hormones were racing through her brain telling her she needed to get off and soon. Sarah heard the sound of a shower turning on through the doorway at the end of the row of lockers. She headed towards the doorway with a hunger in her eyes and a raging hardon in her shorts. " Time to feed" she growled to herself... When Riley had first arrived to the gym, his gut was full and swollen with Derek's cum. He knew he needed to do something to get the size of his beach ball belly to go down and after reading the note that was left for Derek about how it would be beneficial for him to work out, he decided the best place for that would be Frank's Gym. It was always filled with meatheads and hardcore weights. Riley was in his jock and a pair of sweats he had found in the school locker room and He was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Fletcher Valley Athletic Department'. It was a little loose on him, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be that way for long. He looked out across the gym floor and found a handful of guys lifting. They ranged in size from amateur bodybuilder to Olympia sized. The biggest being Damien, he was easily a 300-pound wall of shredded beef, ready to dominate his next bodybuilding competition. He was a 6-foot-tall wall of dark chocolate and he was walking straight towards Riley. Riley began to panic. He wondered if the behemoth had seen him staring or if he was just overthinking. Jason's heart began racing faster and faster as each titanic footfall of the giant caused his meaty pecs to bounce. His massive Quads rolling over each other as they fought for space inside the weak confines of his gym shorts. Riley couldn't believe his eyes when they finally fell upon the obscene bulge in Damien's shorts. He had seen some decent sized packages in the school locker room. Chris's came to mind right away, but what was in front of him now had to be as big as Chris's cock was when it was hard, and it was completely soft. As Damien got right up next to me he leaned down to say something in my ear. His deep baritone filled my soul, as I had a hard time registering what he was saying. "Yeah, I saw you lookin. You're gonna need about another 100 pounds before you can handle what I got to give. Come find me when you do though, I'd love to fill your bowl with my cream." He stood back up to his full height and I watched his face as a huge toothy grin formed on his face as he gave me a wink. He reached down to adjust his package which Jason swore was bigger than just a moment ago. As Damien walked past Riley, He turned to watch Damien as he stared directly at Riley's ass. He seductively licked his lips as he headed into the gym locker room. To say that Riley felt on fire would be an understatement, he felt like hormones were flooding his entire being. Not only that, but his cock was rock hard. He knew he needed to focus. If what the note said was true, he needed to start lifting so he could absorb all the muscle cum that was in his belly. Riley decided to start with arms, so he headed over to a long row of dumbbells in front of a large gym mirror. He grabbed the 25's to start as a warm up and headed over to the isolation bench. As he was walking over to the bench Riley watched his arms in the mirror as the sinewy muscle lightly flexed to support the weight in his hands. He flexed his arm straight down causing a slight bulge to appear on the back of his arm from his triceps. Riley sat at the isolation bench and began doing curls. At first the weight was a little heavy, but began to get easier to lift as he did more reps. Once he had 25 reps done he switched to his other arm and began lifting again. Riley watched as veins began to surface on his arm and his goose egg of a bicep began expanding, just a little bit more with each rep. With his biceps now feeling warmed up, he brought the weight behind his head and began one armed triceps-extensions. He really had to push at the beginning to get the weight up, but as he continued it got easier and easier with each rep. Riley did 25 with each arm and stood up to take the weights back. This time as he passed himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but gawk at his reflection. His arms were pumped just from his warm-up. Riley started the work out with 15-inch arms, but they were looking much closer to the 15-inch range and this time when he flexed his arm straight down, he was rewarded with an actual horse-shoe bulge on the back of his arm. The boner that had started to go down during his lifts sprang back to life as he admired his pump in the mirror. "Fuck yeah! I'm getting pumped" Riley growled to himself in the mirror. "So fucking hot!" Riley put the weights back and walked further down the row of weights, this time picking up the 50's. Riley had never done anything heavier for isolation curls than 35. He could feel the heaviness of the weight in his hands as he headed back to the bench. Riley sat down and began pumping out rep after rep. As the weight got lighter with each rep, his arm began to bulge with some serious muscle. Veins that had appeared during his warm-up were now thickening and branching out all across his swollen bicep. The hard knot on his arm was now about the size of a baseball. Riley then continued the same process with his other arm. During this entire process Riley's raging hard on had begun leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into his jock. Knowing that he was going to have some difficulty doing single arm triceps extensions with 50 pounds, He decided to do just a regular triceps extension using both arms and the 50-pound dumbbell. It was a struggle at first, but just like with his biceps it got easier with every rep he did. Riley lost track of how many extensions he did until he realized that the weight he was using felt as light as the 25 pounders. Riley stood up to take the weight back. This time what he saw in the mirror was a complete and total surprise, the arms that he now possessed were at least 16 inches and wrapped in veins. He couldn't believe how big he was getting. The thought caused his cock to flex in his sweats, which brought his attention to a wet spot that had begun to form where the head of his dick was. Riley reached down and ran his hand along his shaft, as he flexed his cock in his hand. He continued flexing his cock in his hand, as he brought his other arm up into a flex as well. This caused his cock to react by surging in his hand, the head of his cock was now poking out of his jock and shot a wad of precum on the inside of his sweat pants. More turned on then he ever remembered being in his life, Riley headed over to the bench press and loaded the bar with weight for a warm-up. He laid under the bar and brought the weight down to graze his nipples. He then pushed the weight back up. Riley cranked out rep after rep as he began to get a pump from his warm up. Riley began losing sight of his erect nipples as his pecs began inflating with blood. Riley decided it was time to put some serious weight on the bar. He got up and loaded the bar with 300 pounds and got back under the bar. The most Riley had ever benched before this was 150 and that was a struggle. Riley felt confident this time as he lifted the bar, he slowly brought the bar down, feeling the muscle fibers in his pecs stretch and scream in pain as they were forced to lift twice as much as they ever had before. The weight finally reached his pecs and he pushed with all his might to get the weight back up. Once it was back at the top, he brought the weight back down, this time not as much resistance from his pecs. Every time Riley brought the weight down he didn't have to go as far as his pecs swelled thicker with each rep. After what felt like an eternity, Riley finally re-racked the weight and sat up on the bench. Right away Riley could tell a huge difference in his pecs, the weight of his bulbous man breasts pulled heavily on the fabric of his shirt. Riley stood to look at himself in the mirror. "OH SHIT" Riley couldn't believe how big his pecs had become. "I might have done too many bench presses." Riley realized, too late of course, that his pecs were out of proportion with the rest of his body. They almost looked like breasts if it weren't for his slight pouch of a belly he had left. Riley ran his hand up along the curve of his bulbous pec muscle and moaned out loud on the gym floor as his hand rubbed across his pert nipple. A couple of the muscle heads turned to catch a glimpse of Riley and his increasing wet spot in his sweat pants. Realizing that he needed to balance out his body, Riley headed over to the squat rack last. One of the big meat heads must have been using it last, because they didn't take their weights off the bar. The bar was loaded with 500 pounds. Riley was feeling stronger than he ever felt and his rock-hard cock told him that he could lift that fucking weight. Riley braced himself underneath the bar and went to lift the weight up when the big muscle head that had been lifting there headed over to stop Riley. "Hey bro, that weight is way too heavy for your chicken legs, how about we start you off with something a little lighter?" "I'm going to crush this weight!" Riley growled with a fire in his eyes. "Well then, I'm at least going to spot you, I would hate for you to crush yourself under my watch. Names Ben by the way, I'm the manager of Frank's gym." "Enough talk Ben, let's lift some fucking weight." Riley lifted the bar up before Ben was positioned behind him. Riley could feel Ben's hard biceps against the back of his newly minted triceps. The breath on the back of his neck made him even hornier if that was even possible. "FUUUUCCCCKKKKK" Riley moaned/yelled as he squatted down with the weight, he could feel Ben's crotch against his ass as he pushed back in the bottom of the lift, then Riley began pushing the unbelievably heavy weight back up. At the top of the lift, Riley could feel Ben's biceps tense against his triceps as he was trying to get Riley to re-rack the weight. "Great job man, I..." "Did I say I was done yet?!?" As Riley squatted down again, with Ben following him down. The legs of Riley's sweatpants were becoming increasingly tight around his ever-enlarging thighs and he could feel his ass pushing back more into Ben's crotch. Riley flexed his ass at the bottom of the squat. This elicited a moan out of his spotter as he could feel Ben's dick hardening against his rock-hard ass cheeks. Once at the top of the lift, Riley started another squat. Riley could feel the power in his legs increasing as they blew up in size. He could feel his sweat pants becoming too tight against his straining cock and his ballooning ass. Before he could stop himself from humiliation, he heard the ass of his sweats give out with a loud rip. He could feel cool air hit his hole as it was exposed between the straps of his jock. Ben felt the head of his cock through his gym shorts push past Riley's rock-hard ass cheeks to his exposed hole. Riley felt Ben's cockhead through his shorts as it pushed against his hole. Riley decided to hold the weight there for a little longer. Ben rubber the head of his cock against Riley's hole. Riley's legs strained to hold the weight, but they grew larger by the second during the strain, making it easier the longer he held it. "Fuck man, I can't. You have got a really hot ass and I have never had these feelings for another guy before. I'm straight man I'm sorry." Ben pulled his cock head back from Riley's ass and stepped back. Riley stood back up with the weight and re-racked it. Riley turned around to face Ben. He stood almost eye to eye with Ben. Ben had the most beautiful hazel eyes and short military cut hair. His face was chiseled and manly looking. He had to be about 260 pounds. He was a big boy. Riley looked down and realized that’s not all that was big on Ben. His arms and pecs were massive, but what really pulled Riley's attention is what was poking at his hole just moments ago. Riley reached down and wrapped his hand around it, massaging the head. Ben moaned loudly as he closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Riley leaned his body in against Ben's, "Wh..what are you doing?" Ben stuttered as Riley leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. Ben moaned into Riley's mouth as Riley felt Ben's cock swell in his hand as it anticipated releasing its load. Riley stepped away from Ben before he could cum. Ben's eyes were still closed in a moment of bliss."FUCK! That was so fucking hot! Why did you stop?" "You're straight remember." Riley replied with a devilish grin." Besides, I'm done with my workout. Thanks for the spot Ben. Hopefully we can lift together again." Riley gave Ben a wink as he headed for the lockers, holding the ass of his sweats together as best he could. "HEY, WAIT! I never got your name!" Ben shouted after Riley. "If you want my name you'll have to see me again to get it." Riley headed into the locker room and began taking off all his clothes. He admired the way he struggled to get his shirt up over his massive pecs. Riley moaned as the hem of the shirt snagged on his nipples. Riley removed the remains of his sweats to reveal a raging hard on he wasn't expecting. It was about a half inch bigger than he was used to and quite a bit thicker. "Well this isn't covering anything anymore." Riley said as he removed his jockstrap and set it on top of his gym bag. Riley couldn't believe how big he had gotten. He must weigh at least 190 now. He heard the locker room door open on the other side of his lockers. Riley thought it might be Ben, so he wanted to make Ben work for it a little bit, so he turned and quietly slipped into the sauna before he came around the lockers. "God I can't wait to make love to the beautiful man!"
  17. LorneLyon

    Office of the boss

    I was very scared when I knock on the door of my bosses office. 'Come inside please.': his deep, manely voice say. I hoped the door and walked inside. My boss was standing by the window, looking outside. He was always intimidating, with his big muscles and angry face. My boss pull a cord and closes the curtains. He walk to me, beside me and closes the door, putting the key into his pocked. 'I don't want anyone borther us.' He walked to his desk and sits on the egde. 'Well. I'm glad your here. I hear storie about you, intresting stories.' I bite my lip. I hope my boss didn't discover my hobby. My secret hobby of muscle worksipping in the gym. My boss tiltle his head and say: 'Tell me. How is work going?' 'Okay... I think. I can rease all my targets.' 'And your personal life.' I gulped. 'Also.. fine. I think I got every thing on track.' My boss walked to me again an walked arround me looked to me from top till toe. 'Are you going to the gym son?' 'No sir. I don't have time.' 'Got a partner? Or someone waiting for you when you are home. Someone to cuddle with?' 'N...no sir.' I was more fright with every passing second, where was this going to. Suddenly, my boss placed his hand on my shoulder, with some kind of careness. 'Boy, you remember me of my son. He was always busy with work and never had time for the great thing called love. I wish I could helped him that time, but I couldn't. Now he's somewhere where I can't reash him. Not be able to talk to him anymore.' 'Forgive me... Is he death sir?' 'No, he's topman in Japan. It's distroying him. But he don't want to hear anything about it.' My boss walk to the front of me and kneeled a bit, so we where looking eye-to-eye. 'Your my best man. But I see your going the same way. I don't want make the same mistake twice.' 'How do you mean sir.' 'Listen. I know it... about the gym. Please, trust me. I never gonna tell anybody about it. Actually, I wish I had the courage to go there and have your magic hands on my own body.' 'Wait... what?' My boss taked my hand and place them on his chest. 'Boy, from what I heard you a pro work shipper and I was envy. Envy on every man who had the luck to have your hands on there bodies. I wanted to murder and beat them all. I wanted to distroy them... I, actually, want you.' I was silence for the longest second in my life. My boss, my mighty, dominante, musculair boss was showing love and careness, at me! 'Please': he whispered 'Tell me I didn't have screw it up.' 'No... I'm actually... surpriced. I always tough...' My boss looked me right into the eyes. 'I'm not the scare man like you all think. Specialy for you. I feeled myself like the king the day I reallise I loved you. Your beautiful eyes, you friendly person and your body.' 'I'm not as good as you.' 'You are. Your perfect, but... I maybe can change that.' 'What do you mean?' 'I got... a little something. Someone slipped it into my bag when I was shopping. There was a tag wrapped to it: You can give this to him and he will be great.' 'Okay, let me see.' My boss run to his desk and taked something out of the drawer. It was a little bottle, with something look like water. 'I think you must drink it all.' I didn't know what it was, put I put the bottle on my mouth and drank the whole bottle in one zip. Suddenly, there was a mighty rush into my body. I feel a pleassure I never feel. My whole body started to pump himself. First my chest, it ripped my best suit jacked like a paper towel. Two mighty,, enormous, breats like pecs, with silver dollars nibs, where show. I fel on my kneed and started to twitch the hard points, a rush of pleassure runs threw my body. 'FUCK!': I yelled, the moment my sleeves sheddered from the beach ball biceps suddenly showing up. I feel like I could crush a bike between my biceps and triceps. Then, I started to growth in hight, till I was two head bigger then my boss. My belly was melted away and showing some brick abs. A second later, my pants ripped, showing the biggest tights anyone has ever seen. They where almost as big as my new biceps, my feed had the size like sleds. Only thing still in fabric was my member. But I feel all the rush going there and in one enormus blasted, be fabric ripped open and show a member who get to the lower part of my pecs. I sigh depply and looked down. My boss has opend his pants and was jerking off. 'Boy.. you look great. ': he moamed. 'A dream guy.' I start stroking my own member. 'I must... I need...' My boss runs to me and started licking my member. He sucked it like a pro. My soccer like balls where getting attention by his hands. I moam deeply from all the attention. My boss was doing a great job and it didn't take to long for my to reach my peak. I roar so deep a window broke and released my spunk. It hitted the cealing and the other side of the room. When my member was done. I felled onto the floor. Total out. My boss walked to my head and softly kiss me. 'How about I take you out for dinner?'
  18. Hialmar

    The caretaker

    Dedication The one who inspired this story know who he is. I want to thank him. Writing a shorter story in-between the multi-chapter sagas in my pipeline, keep my creative flow returning. Thank you. This was fun: The basics of MG stories, without any attempts to be original. The caretaker Nat was lucky. He'd got an employment immediately after high school, and now, four years later, he could afford a small flat. No day was like another, but each week was similar to the last one. Work as a caretaker fell somewhere between the repetitive and the variable. He had no idea about the exact purpose of the experiments going on in the labs of the company, but he didn't need to know, in order to fulfil his duties properly. He had signed a handful of documents about professional secrecy, when he accepted the job, but, as far as he understood, he hadn't seen or heard anything anyone would be interested of. Lorries or couriers delivered boxes, equipment or canisters, he signed the receipts, and he wheeled each thing to its place in the warehouse. The many labs upstairs requested one or another gadget, and he brought them there. Lightbulbs or other illumination broke, and he replaced them with new ones. The bathrooms usually worked as they should, and so did the fume hoods. He didn't have much in common with the boffins upstairs, but most of them seemed grateful for his work. He usually spent lunchbreak in a small subterraneous room close to the lockers, together with the two other caretakers. Twice or thrice, he had seen uniformed officers from the armed forces, or what seemed like athletes accompanied by persons from marketing companies or nutritional supplement companies, which puzzled him, since they didn't seem to fit in among the regular work staff. The wage was more than decent. Nat had given weight training a try in the past, but now only worked out infrequently, because of lack of gains. He was of average build, and at a height of 5'7''. He stirred in his sleep. Something was weird. The alarm clock hadn't beeped. Nor had his mobile phone. Usually, he didn't wake, before his technical equipment woke him up. He felt warm. His bedsheets were damp, because of sweat. His sweat had an unusual scent: Not bad, not good, just different than usual. He opened his eyes. It was still dark outside the window, but streetlights caused a dim light to fall into his bedchamber. Strange. Then he remembered. The accident! It had been about closing time, and one of the lorries were delayed by half an hour. His supervisor scheduled Nat for overtime, appointed him to receive the delivery, and went home. Nat could see researchers, lab assistants and office clerks leave the ground, when the lorry approached, and most windows on the facade of the main building were already dark. The guards at the gates let the lorry inside, and Nat signed the receipt as usual. A few large canisters had to be transported to the assigned shelves, and it took some time. Nat had prepared to turn the lights out and lock the building, when he had heard the strange sound further away in the labyrinthic system of subterraneous passageways. He turned around a corner, became aware of the pungent smell of some sort of gas or vapour, and then the bright, blue light exploded before him, and everything turned black. What had happened? And how had he ended up at his own flat? He felt sweaty, tired and hungry. He moved his fingers and toes. Legs and arms. Probably nothing broken. He tried to rise, and felt slightly dizzy. Time? His phone told him it was 5.20. a.m. He hadn't eaten since the accident, and felt more hungry than usual. His feet touched the floor, and he went to the kitchen. The cold, white light of streetlights projected a square of light on the kitchen floor. He peeked into the refrigerator: Two hardboiled eggs left from yesterday's breakfast. A package of cottage cheese. Salami. A bottle of milk. He peeked into the cupboard: Bread, three bananas. His headache didn't feel like it would appreciate more light, so he devoured the food without turning the light on. He finished his night meal with three pints of non-fizzy mineral water. The headache decreased, but he felt sore in all his muscles. He needed more sleep, and returned to bed. Sleep returned, but not the black unconsciousness of the past hours of night: Now he dreamed. The memory of the smell and the bright blue light returned and was repeated in his dreams, again and again, but he also felt heavy in a pleasant way – a feeling of being physically present in a way he never had been before: Anchored in the present, occupying more space than before, some sort of calm, joyful confidence. The pleasant state of the dream continued. Heavy. Present. Occupying space. He woke up with morning wood. The sun had risen. He felt hungry. It must have been only a few hours since his night meal, but he felt intense and ravenous hunger. Drowsily, he walked to the kitchen, but it felt like his legs didn't want to obey him. His balance was different than usual, His arms fluttered unfamiliarly in the air, when he regained his balance. Still drowsily, he ransacked the refrigerator and the cupboard for food. Silly: His tiredness caused him to imagine his hands to be bigger than usual. He boiled all the eggs left and made a porridge of oat flakes. An old jar of whey protein stood on a shelf, still unused because of his irregular and scattered gym routine. He mixed a protein drink and drank it all. After the unusually early breakfast, he returned to bed. He felt satisfied, warm, surrounded by the bedsheets and his sleepiness returned. A comfortable heat spread in his body. He smiled and relaxed, close to sleep. Then the comfortable heat intensified, and the feeling of soreness returned to his muscles. Half asleep, he flexed his arms, his legs and his glutes. His muscles felt unusually hard. Strange. He was probably still dreaming. The pleasure intensified. He emitted a little yelp, and returned to dream-sleep: He dreamed, that he grew, and that he outgrew the surrounding buildings, towering over the city and then floating out into outer space, becoming big as a planet with enormous muscles. It felt great. His alarm clock and his mobile phone woke him up. Workday ahead. Shit. He felt strange after that accident. Tired. Needed more sleep to recover. He had to call his supervisor and tell what happened. Perhaps a doctor needed to examine him. Strange feeling. Tired and energetic at the same time. Powerful even. But sore. Sleep overwhelmed him, and he returned to sleep. He couldn't remember his dreams. It was thirst that awoke him. The sun shone from zenith, and Nat's mouth was dry as sandpaper. His throat felt weird and thick, like he had acquired an infection. Shit! The work! He should have been at work hours ago! He stumbled out to the kitchen, still unable to find his proper balance, and rank two pints of water. An unopened bottle of milk stood hidden behind a jar of pickled vegetables. He opened it and gulped it down. What was wrong with him? Then he felt the pressure in his bladder, and relieved himself in the bathroom. He turned around to face the bathroom mirror, jumped at the sight of a muscular gigantic man who had broke into his home, and almost fell to the floor. The big man jumped too. Nate arose and looked himself around. No man. Imagination. He faced the mirror, which seemed to have been moved, and hanged at a lower position than usual. He stared. He moved his right palm to his cheek, his brow and his temple, and continued to stare. He moved his palm to hhis chest, and explored his pecs. The giant in the mirror followed his movements. The giant in the mirror was himself. A feeling of pleasure arose, and spread in his entire body. There was a lot of brawn to spread into, and Nat liked the feeling. He watched himself in the mirror, squeezed his beefy pecs and continued to stare in disbelief. Yesterday evening, he had been of average build and 5'7''. Now, a tall bodybuilder stared back at him in the mirror, probably around 6'3''. Nat felt dizzy again. He knelt at the bathroom floor. The soreness of all his muscles returned again, and intensified into something that was close to pain, but was also accompanied with a feeling of power throbbing in his temples and in his ears. His breathing became more frequent. Waves of pleasure engulfed him. He couldn't concentrate. He could feel his bone structure re-arrange itself, but the pleasure took the brunt of the growth pains. Scraping sounds of bone tissue and a sickening wet sound of muscle fibres caused a brief wave of nausea, but then the waves of pleasure returned again, more intense now. He could feel himself expand in every direction: His chest deeper, his spine taller, his legs, arms and shoulders rounder and fuller – able to lift weights of powerlifters or strongman competitors. An empowering and encouraging feeling of confidence grew in his chest and in his throat, and spread in his entire physical extention. He shivered and shuddered under the process, and felt weak of hunger. He knew his cupboard and refrigerator were empty now. He crawled to the kitchen and made a phone call to a super-market with home delivery, and he was mildly shocked by the deep timbre of his booming voice. He received the grocery delivery dressed in bedsheets, but his lack of clothes in the right size was still a future problem. He needed to eat. Eat more. Food. More food. Feed his muscles. Feed this muscle machine. Two omelettes. Two roasted chickens. A loaf of bread and three cans of tuna. He returned to the bathroom. He could watch himself grow at a visible rate, and it didn't matter, that he now only could think about his strength, his muscles, his power. 6'7''! 397 lbs! His quads were impressive, both in sheer mass and when it came to definition. An Apollo's belt was impossible to ignore under the six building blocks that were his abs, and drew attention to the V-shape formed by his narrow waist, steel-hard lats and wide shoulders. The sight of himself flexing his football sized biceps caused him to lose his mind in ecstatic rapture. His traps were cartoonish, and his shoulders like volley balls. A big protein drink. A BCAA soft drink. More water. Lots of water. His brawn craves food. Build more muscle. Build more. Building perfection! Yeah! 6'9''! 452 lbs! Yes! Look at me! He wanted to remove the dried sweat from last night, and took a shower. He caressed his still growing shape with shower gel, and let the warm water drizzle down his titanic back. His body convulsed in pleasure. He dried himself on a towel, which felt too small for his new size, and he returned to the mirror and the bathroom scales, mesmerized. 6'11''! 496 lbs! More! Still growing! Lost in bliss and revelry over his incomprehensible gains, the young titan wasn't aware of the desperate knocks on his door: "Nat? This is Dr. MacKenzie from work. I want to ensure that you are ok. An accident happened at the lab yesterday night, and we want to run some tests."
  19. This is a one shot continuation. I hope you like it. Comments welcome. And yes, this one was rushed too. If anyone would like to re-write it, they are welcome to. ==== Someone had just pointed out that I had forgotten to cite the original story. I apologize to Omiganda. I have commited a literary sin. Please forgive me. ==== The original story is Basically a God - by Omiganda <<< PREVIOUSLY >>> “That” I said over to the doctor, fully aware that he was on his knees, his hand rapidly going up and down. He was another victim to Johnny, another worshipper wiping away tears who just wanted to be acknowledged by the ultimate power above him. Johnny’s influence was too much for those who’d never seen him when he was smaller. I was used to people meeting him and wetting themselves, bursting into tears as they looked up at his mighty pecs. That smug face of total domination was usually too much by itself, the same one looking down from above the clouds and over those enormous, stadium sized pecs. I looked up and wondered if he could instantly tell which measly human was me, looking up and up and up, craning my neck to glimpse his power. I was a single speck, probably nearly indiscernible to him even with his super vision. One fist tightened as the other fist wiped away tears. I needed to escape. << THE CONTINUATION - ALTERNATE >> The Void - The World's First Megavillain I only knew of one way to do it. Johnny could hear my thoughts now, so I just thought it. "Kill me." I thought. The voice inside my head weak and feeble. Drained of any power left. "Kill me." I thought it again... and again... and again. Those two words. Over and over. My body curled up into a fetal position as the mere knowledge that Johnny existed overwhelmed my mind. My mind went blank. Those were the only two words that echoed, from then on. Nothing was left. Just those two words. Maybe I thought for a brief moment, Johnny would be merciful and grant me this final wish. Instead I felt my body skyrocket up into the sky. It was so fast I could feel the air friction heat the top of my head. With in a minute I was face to eye with Johnny Poundstone the Muscle God. His eyes flickered multiple colors as he scanned me over. I could feel the heat from those eyes begin to bake my body. Baked or not, Johnny seemed to be granting my wish without knowing it. That was until his will held me in the sky away from his eyes. I had to be miles away and yet my vision was filled with Johnny's godlike form. He must have known what affect his eye was having on me. I only escaped with a sunburn. I cursed him and my luck. "I am not going to let you die." Johnny said in my mind. He was now in my mind. He could read my thoughts and speak to me there. I knew now there was no where to hide. He was probably powerful enough to read everyone's mind all at once. "You are going to continue to live. You are going to continue to suffer at my will." Johnny added. It was his punishment to me. For no reason why it seemed other than for telling him "no." I began to cry. I couldn't live like this. But Johnny's will be done. Soon my body was rocketed back to the tower that once housed Johnny. Now it housed his growing disciples. I felt myself slow down before I crashed through a window and was hurled into a wall opposite it. I thought I heard something crack as I crashed to the ground. I couldn't move. Almost in an instant I felt a presence hovering over me. "Welcome back runt." It was Benton's voice but much deeper and richer than before. It made my cock hard in an instant. All of a sudden, I felt myself shoot off of the ground and hit the ceiling before floating back down towards an even bigger Benton. Now at 9 feet tall and very close to the ceiling, he looked like a mini version of Johnny proportionwise. His eyes flashed very much like Johnny's as he scanned me up and down. "Huh, still small and puny pipsqueak. What a disappointment. I bet I could break you without even lifting a finger." With that I felt my whole body jerk out of alignment. My bones snapped and a sharp needle of pain shot up my back before my whole body felt numb. In the next instant my body was snapped again in another odd position but I felt every pain receptor in my body flare up. It was torture. Again and again, Benton with the power of his mind cracked and realigned my body in various positions snapping and popping bones out and back into their positions. My whole body was broken, repaired and broken again. All the while a sadistic smile crept up on Benton's face. He was clearly enjoying it. "I didn't know he was that flexible, let me try." It was Penny and now her turn to see what kind of shape she could form my body into. Penny did it with less gusto but was having fun with me too. Then Benton started again, only this time tearing limbs from my body, watching them squirt blood only to reattach them again completely like new. Then ripped apart again and over and over. Tear, fix, break, fix, crack, fix... It went on for over an hour before they finally let my body drop to the floor left broken but healed enough to live and move around a little. I couldn't speak though. They left my jaw broken. I wasn't sure but I think I was able to get my body into a fetal position... I know I felt tears stream down my face at least for a little while. Knowing now that Johnny and his disciples could heal, especially themselves, they would live forever. I was doomed to an eternity of being their plaything. I think I muttered something before all my feelings went dead. "Forgive me Johnny for I have sinned." The last of my tears dripped to the floor as I stared blankly at some wall. I wasn't sure which wall, it was just a wall. It didn't matter. Everything went black. ------- I woke up later in a dark room. I wasn't exactly sure where I was. It was all pitch black. I could hear voices. I felt some things poking at me like some kind of metal creatures were attacking my limbs. Their bites stung a bit at first but then I was washed over with an overwheming sense of peace. I was able to pick out a voice very specifically. It was the voice of Trent. What was he doing? I thought to myself before I was washed over with another wave of peaceful bliss. The darkened void that I was in seemed to calm me instead of scare me. More voices, they seemed panicked now. I was curious as to what was going on out there but I just loved this peaceful place I was in. Another wave of peace, much more intense washed over me with a loud buzz. The buzz should have scared me, but I was too much into the calmness that I barely registered it. Another buzz added another intense wave of pleasure. But what surprised me was the buzz after that. It was so loud it echoed everywhere and seemed to keep intensifying. When that happened the entire void lit up into brilliant colors. Deep beautiful blues, dazzling yellows, brilliant reds... so many colors lit up in front of and danced before me. My mind tingled as I witnessed this beautiful display much like an aurora. As I thought that, all the colors organized themselves and I found myself in a pristine winter setting at nighttime. Beautiful evergreens and soft white snow. And looking up were the intense colors of the aurora. ------- I woke up in a hospital. It was very strange to me that I would actually wake up at all. I didn't want to wake up. Why would someone do that to me? I was disturbed from my peace. Lights were shined in my eyes and voices entered my head but I refused to acknowledge them. They were very rude to wake me up from my peace. I was moved. I was pushed. I was prodded. I heard beeping and other stuff I didn't care about. All I wanted was to get back to my peaceful spot. I wanted to be away from all of the lights and the noise and most of all... Johnny. Johnny created everything... right? Damn that Johnny. I laid there for several days. I had no visitors except for the pesky nurses and doctors that would come by and tend to my body. I couldn't get to my peaceful spot. It was always within reach but I would be taken away with another disturbance. However, one day about a week in, my attention was peaked when I heard sounds of approval coming from the group. "He's doing better than we thought... He might be released soon if we could get him to talk... I wish we knew who to contact to get John Doe back home." I heard. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to go to my peaceful spot. At this point I would do anything to get out of this place where I got constantly disturbed. I tried to move my limbs. They moved easily. I turned to the group and spoke. "I'd like to leave now." I said. They all looked at me in astonishment. "You can't leave now. We have to determine that you are fit to go home." A nurse said. I didn't care for her tone. I simply got up out of the bed and tried to walk. I took two steps and I discovered some beeping machines tied to my body and poking into my skin. I simply pulled them off and continued to walk. "Sir! You can't leave yet." A doctor tried to say. I suddenly felt a rage build up in me. It was a warm feeling that filled me up in a way. I liked it, but I know I couldn't handle it for too much longer as I really wanted my peaceful spot. I just wanted them to go away. I wanted them to leave me alone. I slowly turned my body to them. When I was face to face with them their faces grew white with fear. "Fear?" I thought as I saw them start to tremble, the nurse turned and ran from me screaming. "I am leaving now." I said to them... I noticed my voice had changed. It was a low gravelly booming voice that reflected off the walls. I turned back around and walked out of the building. No one moved or chased after me. As a matter of fact, people were moving as if they had no recollection of me. That made me happy. I didn't want any attention. I just wanted to be at peace again. But I had to find a place to do that. As I did, I heard noise around me. It was so loud. The sound was deafening and painful, my head was pounding I saw lights and flashes in my eyes. Through all of it I saw things move. Metal was bent and ripped apart, glass and concrete flying and then the sight that I dread seeing. Oddly, some of those things flying around me just vanished. It was like I had a cone around me that would absorb anything that was thrown at it. Making all this mess was Johnny Poundstone doing anything he could to make my day miserable. Everyday making sure that my life was filled with pain and suffering. He made sure that I would never be at peace. I hated him. But something was off, he seemed to be looking for something using his gigantic form to dig through the remains of the hospital I was once in. How could Johnny be so careless? Didn't he know people worked in that building. They were all just doing their jobs peacefully until Johnny had to go and turn everything into chaos. How many people were killed in what he did? Did anyone care? Was everyone just so much in awe of Johnny that nothing he could do would be a crime. Is Johnny getting away with murder? All the questions floating through my head faster and faster. I had finally figured out my goal. I knew what my duty was. I would have to be Johnny's nemesis. It would only be when Johnny was destroyed would I find my peace and so would everyone else. And since Johnny was a "so called" hero, then I would be his worst villain. I looked up and stared at a bloated muscular Johnny Poundstone. His muscles bulged and exploded exponentially with the smallest movement. All of the memories I had of Johnny and his acolytes, all of the ordeals I had to deal with... I hated him. I wanted him to know it. It was time I introduced myself to him so he could see what he created. I felt a wave of energy build in me... It felt cold and hot at the same time. I felt myself lift off the ground as the air beneath me darkened and warped under me. I knew what I was doing already. I was manipulating the space under me to levitate me closer to Johnny. I slowly rose to his height, dodging his efforts with the highest agility. It took Johnny a long time to master his powers... I seem to have mastered mine already. I was at the height of his eyesight. I floated there and waited for him to turn toward me. Something was really bothering him, I could feel his frustration. "SAM! I know you're here somewhere!" Johnny boomed his voice causing cars and people to go flying backwards and away from the shockwave he produced. I could only ask myself at this point why he was so concerned about me? Why was he looking for me? Didn't he know where I was at all times? "Here I am." I said plainly. It took a few moments but Johnny finally saw me floating off the ground. He jumped back a bit. "Sam?" Johnny asked not really believing what he was seeing. I paused a moment contemplating how I would fuck with Johnny's brain. He was a superhero with a super intelligent mind, but he was still that awkward nobody emotionally. I flashed some of the most goriest images of what he and his acolytes did to me, I could feel the power of what I could only describe as "the void" radiate these things to him. I also amplified the feelings I felt. I could tell immediately that he felt them. I knew that Johnny hadn't felt pain like this in a long time. It was time for him to revisit what it's like to be human again. Johnny's body spasmed as he was wracked with the pain of the recent break fix proceedure that his acolytes put me through. It only took a few seconds, but when I was finished it seemed Johnny got the impression he was now dealing with something more. "Sam?" Johnny tried to confirm. I paused again... for effect. I tilted my head oddly. I wanted it to look like something out of one of those japanese horror movies. I waited a beat more and then I spoke. The voice that came out of me even scared me. "SAM IS DEAD." I couldn't explain the range of emotions I felt from the both of us. The primary vibe I got from Johnny was fear. I on the other hand was feeling that plus joy, plus envy, plus liberation and vindication. I loved all of those feelings and I was going to milk them for all they were worth. I felt alive, I had a purpose again. I also had a goal, and it was the same goal for everyone, to be left alone in peace. The power that I now suddenly gained was much much more powerful than Johnny could ever imagine. But I wasn't going to let on how much, at least to him. I decided to call that power "The Void." It was an odd thing. The void usually means an absence of anything, but this felt like a bag. It was like endless bag I can put goodies in and can get what I need back in whatever form I wanted it. It was a bag of energy and non-energy at the same time. I had a storage bin the size of eternity at my fingertips and all I had to do was put stuff in it. Right now, I was powering my flight on the energy of the debris I had subconsciously packed away during the chaos. I was now going to show Johnny the new me. I changed my body into what I thought the void would look like in human form. I made myself all black and my body radiated an aura that looked like it was warping the air around me. I had no real descernable facial features except a very strong jaw line. I made myself look like a very muscular human shaped hole in space time but I made sure that my muscularity showed just enough to intimidate. I was no where near Johnny's bulk, but I could put Mr. Olympia to shame. Johnny wasted no time and sent a laser beam from his eyes right at me. I flinched at first but my body took it. I just absorbed the vast amount of energy that Johnny posessed within that one laser blast. It was hot and powerful enough to drill holes through planets, yet I absorbed it with no injuries. It was then that I realized where my power came from. Johnny let out another more powerful blast from his eyes. The energy setting nearby buildings a blaze, melting steel and incinerating wood. I watched as my surroundings went from a bright blue and green to a sudden white then a dark red, orange and black. Johnny was destroying the place. Johnny was outright killing people without even the hint of remorse. All he wanted to do was to "save the day" by beating me, his new nemesis. I knew this. I could read him. He thought that the people who died were collateral damage. When he defeated me he would not only get a free pass on outright murder, but would probably be congratulated, given a key to the city, money, women and men, fame... I watched with horror as a woman ran frantically fully engulfed in flames. It was horror to watch. It was even more horrible to see the fact that Johnny didn't even really notice. I knew what I needed to do. I knew that Johnny was most likely invincible as I knew I was as well. "Try and catch me douchebag!" I mocked him. And before he could react, I bolted skyward. I was in space within 10 seconds. Past the solar system in another 10 seconds. Johnny was hot on my heels as I looked back. I slowed down a bit, but as I did, I began to realize that Johnny wasn't following me. He was growing to catch up to me. He had to have been light years away but his body looked like it was only 100 feet away. His body grew and bulged, his muscles leaped and pulsed. Veins the size of galaxies throbbed with who knows how much volume of blood that went through them. Johnny was becoming a universe sized behemoth of muscle man. I had a stroke of genius right then. The moment I thought of it Johnny got close enough to grab me with a titanic intergalactic sized finger. There was a flash and everything was the same. I bolted outward again, I was headded toward the edge of the universe. The end of time. Jonny kept blowing up like a muscle balloon. Pushing countless galaxies aside to accomodate his massiveness. Within a minute, I reached the end. I looked behind me and saw nothing but Johnny. His whole body had just filled the entire universe. For all I knew, life in this universe had been completely snuffed out in Johnny's quest to catch me. Upon reaching the end of the universe, I tucked myself right behind the boundary. Johnny's hand hit the edge and suddenly it disappeared into darkness. Johnny screamed in pain and retracted his hand. I couldn't tell what really happened but it looked like his hand was smaller. I knew right then, I had already defeated him. The moment he touched me, I knew I would win. It didn't take much effort, Johnny did most of the work. I just played a little "catch me if you can." "COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!" Johnny shouted loud enough the sound of his voice warped it. Johnny tried to blow himself up even more, but pain was beginning to show itself on his face. "Johnny, you know it's a losing battle." I said calmly, in my regular voice. "YOU ARE MY ENEMY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID WITH SAM BUT I WILL GET HIM BACK AND..." "And what? Treat him like a toy? Throw him to your acolytes so they have something to play with? You've seen what they've done. I made sure you felt it too. But that is nothing compared to all of the death and destruction your power madness has just done." I said matter of factly. "WHAT?" Johnny pondered. "What do you mean 'what?' Look at you! You are big enough to fill the universe. You have pushed and squashed billions upon billions of planets and galaxies into the edge of the universe to their destruction. The same amount of countless life forms snuffed out in an instant. The same thing that happened in your quest to defeat me at that hospital. You caused destruction and DEATH! YES DEATH! If anyone is the evil villain here, it's you! And I have yet to see a single shred of remorse." I replied. "I..." Johnny seemed to be at a loss for words as he spoke. "I was going to give you a second chance... But I'm not sure now." I thought out loud. "What can you do to me? I am Johnny Poundstone, the most powerful being in the universe!" Johnny touted. "Not in the real universe." I muttered. "WHAT?" Johnny questioned with a growing rage. "Johnny, you should realize what one of my powers is. You do know what it is, don't you?" Johnny looked at me quizzically. I could only roll my eyes. All that power has made him stupid apparently. "Entropy." I answered plainly. "Oh that, and I can also create little pocket universes to put whatever I want in them and keep them there for as long as I like." I smirked at that last answer. It took a moment but Johnny finally got it when I saw the color in his face drain. "Yes Johnny! You are in one of my pocket universes!" I said with uncontrollable glee. "It's a good thing too. I mean, whooo! All that death and destruction that you just did? Thank goodness this was all fake." Johnny flew into an all out raging attack. I had never really seen so much energy, but Johnny's body exploded in a bright ball of light. The heat had to have been hotter than the billions of billions of snuffed out stars all together. All of that energy was blasted at me. I took it all with no effort. When the light faded Johnny looked for me. I was still right in front of him. "Oh yes! Big man with big power!" I mocked. "I'll show you some real power." I snapped my fingers and the edge of the universe wobbled. Johnny screamed in pain. "Time to put the genie in the bottle." I growled and I made the edge of the universe contract more. The void beyond taking energy away from Johnny. I waved my hand and the universe I made contracted at a break neck pace. If Johnny knew what was good for him he would contract faster. Light years of distance faded in seconds as the space kept shrinking more and more. Finally I was beginning to see the entire shape of Johnny. He was smart after all. In a matter of minutes we were back to the coordinates of where Earth used to be. In all of Johnny's rage. It had been completely snuffed out of existence. It was just him and I, all alone in my pocket universe. Johnny looked in horror at... nothing. It was then when he finally realized what he had done. There was no home for him to go back to. Everything was gone. Johnny began to cry. And believe it or not. I felt sorry for him. At that moment I decided to throw him a bone. In an instant I made a new earth from the near infinite amount of energy Johnny gave me. Instead of a sun, I made a ball of energy that burned much like the sun. It gave off enough heat an light to give the planet a natural feel. The planet was green and blue and full of vegetation. I made the pocket universe like a blue sky. There were no other stars or planets. And later Johnny would find out... no other life forms. Just him, all alone. On a planet that looked like it once had millions of people. This would be his prison for as long as I sentenced him. When my work was done, I turned to him. "I am not completely evil like you are Johnny. This is your prison. Enjoy it." I told him and quickly warped myself back into the real universe. I could already hear Johnny screaming "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE! WHEN I GET OUT I WILL KILL YOU!" It was music to my ears. In the days that followed, I realized that I could replicate the powers that Johnny had on Earth plus manipulate the Void. I took all of Johnny's acolytes and placed them in prison pocket universes on their own. Maybe one day I will be kind enough to put them together, but for now, they had to pay for their crimes. I didn't outright fix everything like Johnny would have. I simply helped things right themselves. I made destroyed vegetation regrow faster. I made workers have more energy, stamina and strength to clear away any destruction that Johnny had made. I gave some people just enough power to be a force of good in the world. I chose those people, and I was very picky. I didn't want another Johnny being born. When all was finished and things felt more normal, I went into hiding. I manipulated enough finances and resources to make a modest home and a modest life. I looked out from my porch at a beautiful sunset. This would be my peaceful spot. END
  20. LoveGrowth

    Changing my Life - Part 9

    Sorry for the long delay, I had some trouble writhing this part. However I do have some ideas for the upcoming parts… but you’ll have to wait and see when they come out… Anyway I hope you’ll enjoy and as always thank you for the support and lovely messages. Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Changing my Life Part IX Standing before me was Mr Jones. I hadn’t seen him since the incident that happened at the party. I was practically frozen but knew that I couldn’t tell him what was going on. I changed my shocked face into a smile and greeted him. “How’s Max doing? Is he feeling a bit better?” “Max… erm yeah… he’s uh… he’s doing great!” I said mumbling. “Great to hear. I honestly felt a bit disappointed that you left. It was your party too, you know.” “I know sir, but I couldn’t keep Max from going home and taking care of him.” “I understand…” he said looking down and back up to see the boot of my car. Checking all the bags filled with oversized clothing, he looked back at me. “Those aren’t for you I may hope.” He said laughing. “No sir, they’re for Max.” I said. Mr Jones stopped laughing. Stunned he looked back at the boot. “Max?! He doesn’t need those, does he?” he asked. “He takes bodybuilding serious lately.” I said trying to find another excuse. “Oh, well then… I’ll see you around?” he said turning back to exit the car park. “Sure…” I said closing the boot. He wandered off, sometimes looking quizzed back at my car until he finally reached the exit of the car park. Relieved that the conversation ended, I started the engine and drove back home. Arriving home and stopping the car, I unloaded the boot and placed all the bags into the garage. As I closed the boot, I could smell the sweet sense of scrambled eggs. Feeling my tummy rumble I opened the door which led to the laundry. The door to the kitchen was opened and the smell of the delicious food overtook me. “Oh it smells lovely in here.” I said entering the kitchen. The kitchen was empty but the table was already set. Then I heard the stomping of heavy feet and noticed the glasses on the kitchen counter shaking. Water was vibrating as the stomping came closer. Two large feet entered the kitchen followed by 2 massive pecs and a body which made my body shiver and my cock spring to life. Ducking down Max’s massive body entered the room “I thought you’d like it.” He said looking down at me. I still wasn’t used to his hulking body and was in awe when I saw him in his full nakedness. I noticed that the only thing that came out of my open mouth was drool. My daydream quickly ended when Max started speaking again. “Did you find me some new clothes?” He asked walking towards the garage. “Y.. yeah, but err… I don’t know if it’ll fit.” I said following him to where I put the bags. Max started looking through the bags and grabbing some of the items. He turned around and pulled a tank top over his massive body. As he pulled it down, we both saw that it didn’t fully cover up his abs. It hardly reached his bellybutton. “It’ll do for now.” He said winking at me. He turned around and grabbed a pair of briefs and some trousers and laid them on top of my car. First he (tried) putting the briefs on. They stretched over his massive quads and tightened on his massive bulge and bum. There was no point in putting them on, they didn’t cover anything. Next were his trousers. They fitted perfectly. Even though he had a bit of a problem with closing the zipper, they were a nice fit. Seeing him smile made me swoon. He walked over to me and picked me up as if I was a feather. Kissing me passionately, he hugged me and held me for a few minutes. “Thank you for everything. I couldn’t have gotten a better boyfriend than you.” He whispered in my ear. Afterwards we walked back to the kitchen and dug into our food. I told max about how difficult it was to find clothes for him and about my encounter with Mr Jones. He laughed and didn’t seem to stop eating. He ate twice as much as I did. “Hey, did you receive an e-mail form the doc yet?” I asked almost forgetting. “Erm yeah, he said that the transformation is going according to plan and that I could take the second pill.” Max said between mouthfuls. “Well then, what are we waiting for?” I said standing up and walking towards the jar. “JAKE! STOP IT RIGHT THERE!” Max yelled, stopping me in my tracks. Frightened I looked back at him and saw him standing upright. “I.. I mean… I don’t want it yet…” he said sitting back down and looking at his empty plate. Questioned I walked back to the table and sat back down. “What do you mean? This is what you want, isn’t it?” I asked looking him into his eyes. “Yeah, but I’ll take it tonight, okay?” He said looking a bit down. “Hey, are you alright?” I asked placing my tiny hand on his oversized forearm. “I’m fine. It’s all just a bit much, you know. I still have to get used to this size.” He said looking for a bit of comfort. “I hear ya.” I said kissing him on the cheek. “Why don’t you have a look at the clothes and see if you like and fit in them all, whilst I wash the dishes.” Max looked up and embraced me. Smiling again, he walked back to the garage. I cleaned of the table and started washing up when I heard the first rips coming from the garage...
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    Changing my Life - Part 8

    As always, thank you for all the support and reputation . I would like to mention that I’m having some problems at work so I’ll only upload on Sundays. Thanks for understanding and have a great Sunday! Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Changing my Life Part VIII “Rise and shine” I heard Max’s deeper voice say when I awoke the next morning. I sat up straight and looked at him. Before me, stood a tall, wide and hot muscle god with a small tray in his hands. He was wearing a tiny little speedo which, to be honest, didn’t cover up anything from his mammoth prick and a red bow tie around his neck. “Here you go.” He said handing me a breakfast tray. The tray contained 2 slices of bread, some sandwich filling, a glass of orange juice, yoghurt and a red rose in a vase. “Oh that’s so sweet. To what do I owe this?” I asked smiling at the most heart-warming breakfast I’ve ever received. “Just because you kept believing in me and helping me get through with it.” He said blushing and scratching the back of his neck as he told me how grateful he was. “This bow tie is getting a little bit too tight.” He said struggling to get the bow off of him. He sat down on my side of the bed. With one quick rip, the bow was off. Admiring the view was the only thing I could do. Max had grown so much since he started the experiment. I was pleased at how well it had been working the last couple of days and was getting excited at how much he would grow, but I wasn’t the only one that was excited. Whilst admiring my gorgeous boyfriend I saw, in the corner of my eye, that his little boy was waking up too. I quickly looked back as I didn’t want to be staring at it like a pervert. Max noticed it too and placed his big hands on it to keep it from ripping his favourite speedo. “Sorry this happens a lot since I took that pill. I just can’t stop looking at myself and enjoying what I see.” “I get it.” I said knobbing in agreement. I knew he enjoyed it as much as I did. “Hey uh, could you do me a favour?” he said rubbing his hands together. “Sure. What can I do for ya?” I asked placing the tray next to me. “It’s just that I need some new clothes and I can’t go out looking like this.” “What do you mean. You can still wear my clothes.” Max didn’t answer. He just looked at me, smiling, and turned red. “I think I grew a little overnight.” He said laughing. Max stood up from the bed and told me he would get his new stats as he measured himself that morning when he made my breakfast. As he reached the bedroom door, I immediately saw that he grew. He had to duck his head to get through the door and went sideways too. “I’ve got them!” he said entering the bedroom again. “So… how tall do you think I am?” Max asked holding the papers with both hands and pressing them into his chest in hopes that I wouldn’t see the answer to his question. “Uh I don’t know, like, 2.00 meters?” “NOPE!” he shouted with excitement “I’m now at 2.05 meters. Isn’t it great! However I do still weigh somewhat the same.” I leaned back, my head lying on my pillow. he grew over night! This can't be right. “That’s lovely, but uh…” I stumbled over my words as I was searching for the right words to tell him how I felt without him getting angry or thinking that I wouldn’t support him anymore. “What is it?” he said approaching me. “Don’t you think you’ve grown enough. I mean, this all happened with just one pill.” Max looked at me, not knowing how to react. He sat down next to me and looked down. “I thought you’d be happy for me.” he added. “I am, I’m just worried that you’ll grow too big. I still have to keep up with ya.” I said punching him on his shoulder and smiling at him, trying not to make him feel guilty; “Maybe you’re right, but I like the feeling of being the bigger one.” He said looking back at me. “You know what, why don’t we make a deal. You can grow a bit more, but when I feel like you’ve grown enough, you stop.” I said sticking my small hand out, ready to shake Max’s big, meaty hand. “Deal!” he said smiling and looking excited. Then he stopped smiling for a moment and added “Err, there’s something else I need you to do for me…” “What is it?” I asked curious. “You know how I ripped out of most of my clothes?” he said looking at some of the shirts and trousers that were still covering the bedroom floor. “Yes” I said raising my eyebrow. “Well… could you… maybe… get me some new ones?” he asked. “Sure!” I said happily. “I’ll get some new ones right after my appointment of this afternoon. But you’ll have to give me your stats so that I know what to pick.” He jumped off of the bed and walked up to me, giving me a big kiss on my cheek. “You’re the best, I love you!” After our little talk, Max gave me a piece of paper and some measuring tape and we started writing down all his stats. Once we were finished, I took my documents with me for my appointment and told Max that he should contact the doc. to inform him about his progress as I forgot to do so. He told me he’d write an e-mail and would add some pics to also show him the results. I told him that’d be fine and I left. I went to our local shopping centre which was just a fifteen minute drive. Walking around, I saw a lot of shops with XXL sizes. However, they weren’t the cheapest clothes. I got a few hoodies, shirts, T-shirts, trousers, pants, socks, jackets and so on. I even got him some new shoes because I knew that the ones he got would be destroyed by the time he’d be done. Back at the car park, I was loading the boot when I heard someone sneak up behind me, grabbing my shoulder and saying “Great to see you again.” I panicked when I turned around.
  22. LoveGrowth

    Changing my Life - Part 5

    Thanks again for all the support on the last part and I hope you’ll enjoy the following part too :3. I’ll also try to post new parts every Wednesday and Sunday. If you happen to have some ideas for this story, don’t hesitate and let me know. Part I Part II Part III Part IV Changing my Life Part V The following days flew by. Max and I did start to see some results. His muscles had started to show some more definition and his clothes became fuller. In addition, he also started eating more. I did contact Mr. Petrov to see if this was normal and he told me it was one of the side effects. I also learned that if Max would start itching himself more, it would be a sign that he’d grow. It was the night of Mr Jones’ celebration, Max and I were getting ready. We would both arrive in costume, I would be wearing a bow tie and Max a regular tie. “Jake can you please come and help me!” I heard Max shouting from the dressing room. Upon entering I noticed he had trouble getting his jacket on so I tried to help him. “Ugh! It won’t fit!” he said turning around facing me. “I don’t get it we bought this suit yesterday. How can it not fit you anymore?” I said looking back at the jacket. “Because I’m growing baby.” Max said flexing his biceps in front of me, making my boner grow in my trousers. He started raising his arms more and that’s when we heard a loud.. RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP! His shirt stretched to its limits and ripped right in the middle. Popping some buttons of, his upper body was fully exposed. “Whoa! That felt great. Can’t wait to do this more often.” Max said making me nervous about his comment. “What about my shirts, you’re still smaller than me.” I said picking a shirt that would math one of my other suits. “Hey!” Max yelled “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” I said knowing that was bad of me to say. “It doesn’t really matter, soon you’ll be outgrowing me anyway.” I said tapping him on his shoulder, trying to make up for my horrible comment. “You really think so?” He said looking at me with those adorable puppy eyes. “Of course. You know I really thought that I’d lose you during this experiment. But now I realise, I shouldn’t have doubted you from the beginning because you were right. Those pills really do work.” Max smiled and his eyes started to water. He came up to me and gave me a kiss, followed by a big hug. “You really are the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” he said. “I know, now let’s get you dressed. We have a party to attend to.” Max wore one of my older suites to the party. It wasn’t really his size but it would do for now. After a long drive, we finally reached the office of Mr Jones. You could tell that he’d spend a small fortune on this night. There was a red carpet which lead to the entrance, small candle lanterns were placed alongside the carpet. At the party itself, there was this huge crystal chandelier, a live orchestra, a humongous chocolate fountain surrounded by plates filled with what looked like 5 star cuisine and then there was a projection on the wall showing the history of his company from the beginning ‘til now. “Ah there you are Jake.” I heard Mr Jones say as he approached us. I shook his hand and greeted his wife who accompanied him. “Good evening sir. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Max said greeting him politely. “Pleasure’s mine, young man. You must be Max than. Am I right?” Mr Jones asked. “Well yes I am.” He replied smiling. “Well than, gentlemen I sure hope you enjoy the party and try out some of the delicious snacks. But I have to go now, welcoming some other clients. Hope you don’t mind.” Mr Jones said winking at me. “Of course not sir.” I replied. Mr Jones went over to the other guests who just arrived as I looked over to where Max was standing. As I looked at Max’s face I realised that he wasn’t looking at me, but rather at all the dishes that were standing next to the chocolate fountain. “Hey you alright?” I asked. “Y.. yeah, yeah, I’m fine just hungry that’s all.” Max said scratching his arm. “Don’t be shy go on and get some.” I said patting him on his back. I looked over and saw some of my other clients, waving at me to come and say hi. “Tell you what, why don’t you get us some snacks and I’ll go and greet some of my clients. I’ll meet you at the fountain, okay?” I asked. “Sure thing.” he said walking straight to the table. I went on and greeted my old clients. “Was that your husband?” One of them said. “Boyfriend, actually.” I replied. “He’s kinda hot.” She said twisting her hair. “Hey he’s all mine.” I said jokingly. We all had a great laugh and shared some stories with each other. Some were sad and some were funny. “Hey, uh, Jake?” Mr Jones asked coming up behind me and turning me to face him. “Yes?” I asked looking at his concerned face. “What is wrong with your boyfriend?” he asked pointing at Max. As I followed his finger, I looked over to see Max standing at the table, bowing down holding his stomach. “I.. I don’t know.” I said looking at him with a questioning look. Max looked around and soon after took off, running back to the entrance. I turned around looking at my clients and Mr Jones who were all worried about Max. “Excuse me.” I said walking back to the entrance, worried that he felt sick or something. Walking through the entrance, I looked around searching for Max. I saw the door of the man’s toilets moving and there was no one around so it had to be Max. Or so I thought. Opening the door, I entered the man’s toilets. “Max? what’s going on? Is everything alright?” I heard some stomping coming out one of the cubicles and looked under to see if it were Max. I saw that it were his shoes so I knew it had to be him. But he was moaning and stomping his feet. “Jake! … ugh … I don’t know.. what’s happening to me… !” He said between grunts. I tried desperately to open the cubicle door but failed as he locked it. “Max, could you please open the door so I can see for myself what’s going on?” but there was no response. I could hear him grunting and moaning and then.. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPP! POP POP POP! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Slowly the moans and grunts ended. The only sound that came out of his cubicle was him panting. “Max?” I asked not knowing what to do or say. SNAP! I heard the door unlock. Slowly the creaking door opened and I was faced with a colossal beast of a man. “Babe, I Think I need a new suit.” Max said scratching the back of his head.
  23. LoveGrowth

    Changing my Life - Part 4

    Hey everyone and thanks again for all the support on the previous part. This part is a little bit shorter than the previous parts but it is the last part without any growth. In the next part the fun will begin… Part I Part II Part III Changing my Life Part IV The doc stood up and walked over to what seemed like a wooden panel mounted on the wall. He turned his back to us so we couldn't see what he was doing. “DOM!” With a loud noise, panel opened up. Max and I were kind of scared about what was to come. “Well come on in!” the doc said inviting us into the dark chamber. We slowly raised ourselves off of our chairs and approached the room. The doc turned on all the lights for us to find that this dark chamber was in fact a humongous laboratory. It was filled with a kinds of machines and screens with buttons, cabinets with bottles in all different colours and so on. He invited max to sit down on a large chair with chains and wires plugged in to it. Max sat down and the doc got a syringe out to take his blood. He gave Max a small stress ball to squeeze in and as he did, the blood was being drawn. After that he gave Max some juice and put the blood into a vile and put it in a machine. He then started asking max some questions regarding his health and physical performance but Max was healthy and in a good shape so there was nothing to clarify. “That is just fantastic.” The doc said as he pushed some buttons. We heard the machine rumble. “So what happens now?” I asked. “The machine will start making the pills based on Max’s blood. That’s all.” He said. “Are you sure you want to continue this?” I asked Max putting my hand on his shoulder and looking at him terrified. “There is no need to worry.” The doc said. He walked over to the other side of the room where another door was located. He unlocked it and asked us to come and take a look. In this room I was shocked to find a mouse, but not just a regular one, but one 10 times the size of a regular one. “This is Jerry, he is the latest test subject that I gave my latest pills. And you, my boy, will be getting the same pills as Jerry.” The doc said. The mouse was big. It had muscles all over its body even in its tale. Its paws where bigger than my hands and its head was wider than my chest. “How many pills did you gave him?” Max asked excited. “4 in total but the progress isn’t done yet. He still has a long way to go.” The doc said pointing to a small jar. The jar was filled with 6 more pills and me and Max knew exactly what they were for. “Ding” We heard from behind us. “Ah they are ready!” the doc said walking back into his laboratory. He walked over to some sort of microwave and opened the door to find a small jar filled with pills. He took the jar, closed the lid and gave them to Max. “Why do I only get 5 pills?” Max asked somewhat disappointed. “Because I didn’t know if 10 would be too much so we’ll start with 5.” The doc said. “Now I must warn you. There are some strict rules you must follow otherwise it will not work.” He said in a more serious tone. “What rules?” Max and I asked. “You must only take one, once a week, don’t ever take more as the results may be unpleasant, take them in with some water and then there is the most important part. Usually people think that they still have to work out, but that’s where their wrong. You see these pills get ‘confused’ when your body creates more proteins and growth hormones by itself.” The doc said in a dramatic tone so that it would stick in our head. “Here you might find that this is useful too.” He said ones again handing me a paper with some more information, along with the information he had just given us and his contact info. “Thanks doc!” Max said shaking the man’s hand. “Oh and if there happen to be any problems, just call me or send me an e-mail and I’ll reply as quickly as possible.” He said walking us out of the lab and into his living room. Before walking us out, he quickly said “And I’d like to see the results when they show. Send me some photo’s along with your stats so I know if it works.” We knobbed and walked out. The entire ride home Max was constantly talking about how happy he was, what might change in his life, how people might react … all the while, I was thinking about the negative things that these pills might contain. He could be dead by the end of next week. But thinking about that one mouse being that big, cooled me down a bit as it still looked normal. Only bigger and more muscular. Arriving back home Max immediately ran to the kitchen, ready to take his first pill. He poured himself a glass of water and gulped the pill down into his body. He ran back to the entrance to look into the mirror. Waiting for something to happen, but there was nothing. We both looked at each other “How is this possible? Nothing’s happening.” Max said looking at himself in the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that it just takes some time before you can see some results.” I said trying to make sense out of this situation. “Yeah you’re probably right.” Max said frowning. “Now that that’s out of the way, I wanted to ask you something.” I asked. “Okay shoot.” Max said curious. “Mr. Jones is hosting a celebration next week for his new addition and he asked me to join. So now I was wondering, would you like to come with me?” I asked. “Sure, anything for you babe.” He said grabbing me by my waist and pulling me closer to give me a kiss.
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    Changing my Life - Part 3

    Before you guys dig in to the next part, I wanted to thank you for all the positive comments an reputations that you are giving me. It really motivates me and keeps me going. I wish you all a good weekend and I'll see you all next week. Part I Part II Changing my Life Part III “Wh.. What d.. do you mean I found someone?” I said in disbelief. “Well I ended up on the weird corner of the web and found a forum that was dedicated to people who would like to start their experiment and are seeking for guinea pigs. As I was scrolling down, I found someone who created pills which stimulate your growth hormones. He lives just 90 minutes from here and I already made my appointment for next weekend.” I watched in disbelieve and picked up the documents which were lying next to his laptop. “So what is this supposed to be?” I asked. “The guy who created the pills told me that they had some minor side effects and send me the list of the ones his animals got.” Reading the list, I noticed some weird ones but also some worrying ones. “Have you actually read this list?!” I said looking dazed at him. “Of course and you shouldn’t worry. He said that he’d check my body first before making the pills for me.” “Max I’m just reading the first ones and it’s disturbing; Anger issues, dried skin, loss of sight, kidney failing, death, … I mean do you really suspect me to believe that you will come back home alive?” Max noticed my voice changing from worried to anger. He put the pan with eggs back down and slowly approached me. “Hey don’t worry. I have a feeling that this is going to work.” He said kissing my cheek. “I’m not saying that it won’t work. I just don’t want to lose you because of a stupid pill.” “If it makes you feel better, why don’t you just join me on my trip to this guy’s laboratory?” he said smiling at me. “I’d love to but if anything goes wrong or if you don’t feel like continuing, please say so.” I said tapping him on his back as I was serious about all this. “I will. Now, what would you like?” “WHAT?” I asked. “Would you like sausages or bacon with your eggs?” After that morning, the rest of the weekend passed quickly and found myself sitting back at my office. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that my boyfriend, my short baby-faced heart-warming boyfriend, soon would possibly become a muscle head. Don’t get me wrong I loved the idea, but I was afraid of losing the Max I fell for. Ring, Ring I got out of my daydream as I heard the phone ring. “Wilson Realtors, how can I help you?” “Yes this is Thomas Jones speaking from the real estate business RealPoint Property.” “Ah good morning sir. What can I do for you?” “I heard the news about you being the new owner of the business and I was wondering if you’d like to celebrate. After all, our companies are both very close.” “Of course sir. I’d love to.” “Excellent I’ll be hosting our celebration on our new addition to the company. So I was wondering if you’d like to come join us for a drink.” “That sounds wonderful. When is this party supposed to take place?” “Friday, next week around 8:00 PM. Oh and of course, don’t forget to bring the lucky guy eh.” Mr. Jones started laughing as I knew what he meant by the lucky guy. He knew about Max and me and was totally okay with us being together. After all, he was an elderly Christian man so it was nice to hear a positive remark about us for a change. Plus Mr. Jones was a very well-known and wealthy man, so it was an honour to be invited to such an event. “Don’t worry sir, I’ll ask Max if he likes to join me. I’m pretty sure he likes to come.” “Excellent, I’ll see you next week then.” And he hang up. Next week. Maybe I won’t have Max by then. The week went by until the day arrived that Max would be going to the laboratory to find a cure that could possibly grow him. The night before, we talked about it and he became aware of what could possibly go wrong. But at the same time, I became aware of how much he liked to continue this process. That morning we packed our stuff and got into the car on our way to Mr. Petrov. That being the only name given to us. As we arrived at our destination, we saw no sign of life whatsoever. There was a forest at Max’s side and an open field at mine. “Did we miss something?” Max asked looking back at the papers which included the address. “Uhm… I don’t think so.” I said pointing at a mad scientist approaching our car. As the man knocked on my window, I looked at Max not knowing what to do as the man seemed pretty odd. Max didn’t hesitate and gave me a sign letting me know it would be safe to scroll down my window. “You must be Jake and Max, right?” the man asked scanning us both from head to toe. “Yeah!” Max replied excited. “This is Jake and I’m Max. Nice to meet ya.” Max stuck out his hand to give the man a handshake. “Nice to meet you Max I’m Mr. Petrov but you can just call me doc.” The man said shaking Max’s hand. “You can park your car here and follow me to my home. I’ll give you all the information and answer all your questions about the pills.” Mr. Petrov said. As we locked the car and followed the mysterious man back to his place, I took my chance to inspect his house. It wasn’t big but it definitely caught my attention. It was an old brick house with all kinds of different windows. Some big and square, others small and round. All in a variety of different colours. Then there was this big wooden box build beside the house. It was equipped with satellites, solar panels, cables and wires … “Sorry for the house. I don’t have much money and time to renovate it.” The doc said unlocking the door and inviting us in. He sat Max and me down and asked if we would like something to drink. “No thanks I’d like to learn a bit more about this pill.” I said cutting to the chase. “Ah yes my newest invention. Well it all started with an idea to develop muscles quicker. As you both may know it is pretty hard to achieve the body of your dreams if you don’t know how to train and diet properly.” Max and I looked at each other and knobbed as we both knew that what the old man said, was true. “So I found out that when you’re younger, your body starts to develop. This is called puberty. I started to do some calculations and testing on a variety of different animals and found out that if your body keeps thinking it’s still young and needs to develop, it will.” “But, if I may ask, what does this have to do with the pills?” I asked. “Well you see on its own, your body won’t change. So that is where the pills come in. You see they are all made with ingredients that give your body more proteins and growth hormones.” “So why haven’t you tested it on other people?” Max asked curious. “Usually when I give them the list of side effects, that my testing animals got, they freak out and end the program. But not you. You’re special.” He told Max. I noticed that he was getting excited about all of it as he got his big smile out. “So do you have any more questions?” the doc asked. “What will this procedure cost us?” I asked scared it might be too expensive. “It’s free as the pill is just in a developing phase and I need it to be properly tested first.” I was a bit more calm and started to think that it might not be so bad after all. "Any more questions that need answering?" Max raised himself off the chair and replied "When can we start?!"
  25. LoveGrowth

    Changing my Life - Part 1

    This is a story I’ve been working on for a while now. I’d also like to point out that I have Dyslexia so there may be some faults in the story (so sorry in advance). It’s a story about a young gay couple (Jake and Max) just starting out in life. Jake and Max tend to go to the gym to stay in form but Max has always had the desire to grow bigger. Will he get what he wants? … Part II Changing my Life Part I The sun slowly started to set as I finally arrived home after a long day at work. I recently got the opportunity to take over a real estate business as the old boss of the company (the one that I was working for) decided that it was time for him to retire and enjoy his life. He asked me if I’d like to take over and I accepted. It was one of the best moments of my life, hearing that I’d soon have my own real estate agency. But after a few weeks I realized that it was a lot harder than I thought. Angry clients, incompetent staff and tons of documentation that I had to do got me down pretty quickly. Luckily I am very optimistic and have the best boyfriend ever who tells me that everything will be alright sooner rather than later. Before I unlocked the door, I was greeted with the smell of freshly cooked dinner. As I entered the house, Max came running down the hall with his arms spread open to give me a big ol’ hug. “Welcome home baby! How was your day?” He asked. “You know just a bit hectic with all the things that had to be done by tomorrow.” I said as I slowly loosened the hug and got my jacket off. “Oh well don’t be stressed out it’ll be fine. I know because you’re a perfectionist and like to get everything done before coming home.” He said trying to calm me down. “I guess so. What are you making, it smells delicious in here.” I said changing the subject. Max quickly changed his worried look into a happy smile as is said it. “I made your favorite dish. I’ve made spaghetti with my ‘famous’ meatballs you like so much!” He said happily as we walked to the kitchen. After dinner I helped Max clean the dishes as we talked about our day. Max, of course didn’t have much to say as he was unemployed and stayed at home cooking, cleaning and gaming. We argued in the past about me making money and he doing nothing but every time Max found a job, he’d always find something to get fired. And when we are looking for a job, he usually tends to stick to unrealistic jobs such as being an actor, gamer, professional bodybuilder, … “So are we going to the gym tonight?” Max asked after we were done. “Not today. I’m tired and need to do the laundry and get myself cleaned up.” “Hey you were the one that told me I couldn’t do the laundry.” He quickly replied. “That’s because every time you do it, the clothes change colour, get smaller or worse, the washing machine catches fire.” I replied. I didn’t bother though, it was kind of cute watching him experiment with the washing machine. But he never learned. So I decided that I would do the laundry and he would do the cleaning. “Would you mind me going. I found some interesting new exercises on YouTube that I’d like to try out.” He asked me with his puppy dog eyes. “Of course not, go ahead and grow some muscles.” I said knowing he liked to hear me saying that. Max got his bag and ran off. Before exiting, he turned around and said “You know, I have the best boyfriend of the world.” I smiled and started getting red. “No that would be me who has the best one.” I replied and Max closed the door, got in his car and drove off to the gym. Now that the house was empty, I turned the radio on for some good music during my time doing laundry. I really don’t like doing it but at least it’s the only thing I have to do as Max does the rest. After the washing machine was finally filled and turned on (hihi), it was time for a long, relaxing bath. As the bath was running, I changed out of my clothes and got a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. I worked out almost all the time with Max and even if I didn’t do much at the gym, I noticed that I still managed to keep my 1.75 meter frame in a good and healthy shape. I didn’t have a lot of muscle that’s for sure but I was very athletic nevertheless. I turned around facing the mirror with my big bubble but and started thinking about Max and how he likes to fill it with his manliness. “I wish you were here to give me some pleasure.” I said to myself as I noticed that my little boy was starting to swell. Grabbing my shaft, moans started escaping my mouth. I closed my eyes and started jerking off thinking about my sweet lover who’d be pushing his body to the limits, trying to accomplish his dreams. Precum started dripping out as I started stroking faster and faster. Feeling I was close, my toes curled up and my head fell back as I shot my load all over myself. “Now it is definitely time for a bath.” I got my cum-soaked body in the tub as I slowly drifted away into a deep sleep.
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