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Chapter One "Class, please have your tablets ready for today's assignment" Everyone in Mr. Stuart's Information, Design, Technology and Internet class got out their tablets and synched them with the screen at the top of the classroom as Mr. Stuart continued "Now, as you know it's Hallowe'en at the end of the week and you assignment has been to design a Facebook profile page for the person that you will be dressing up as. Remember, you had absoloute carte blanche to choose anyone just so long as people know who they are. Right, Jake, let's start with you!" Jake, the star quarterback, swiped his tablet and a profile page appeared on the screen. "Real Name: Adam, Profile Name: He-Man, Lives in: The Castle, Eternia, From: The Castle, Eternia, Followed by: The Whole Universe and there's the profile pic" and with that he swiped down to reveal his costume causing several girls in the class to whistle with admiration "Yes, thank you" said Mr. Stuart, "we all know that Jake is the Prom King for this year. Very good indeed Jake, I must say that I like the work and education section. Next, how about you John?" John, who was the school's best baseball player, swiped his tablet and up popped: "Real Name: Kal-El, Profile Name: Superman, Lives: Fortress of Solitude, North Pole, From: Krypton, Followed by: Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen and here's my profile pic" and again several members of the class gave an appreciatetive "Woo! You're buff!" "Interesting choice" said Mr. Stuart, "and I see that you've given a very detailed life history. Now, as you know we have had an exchange student from England with us since the start of the semester, so Jeremy, would you care to go next?" As Jeremy's profile appeared the entire class with the exception of Jeremy and Mr. Stuart burst into laughter with Jake leading the catcalls. "Call that a Hallowe'en costume? That's only good for the kindergarteners!" "Now Jake" said Mr. Stuart, "remember that Jeremy comes from England. They have a different idea to Hallowe'en than us. Now, care to introduce us?" "Real Name: Isaac, Profile Name: Porthos, Lives: Paris, France, From: Pau, France, Followed by: Aramis, Athos, D'Artangan, Captain Treville and with the greatest of respect to Jake, he's more of a hero than your He-Man and your Superman. He really existed. He was a true titan and a gentleman to boot!" "Yeah, right" said Jake, dismissing the protest, "I mean look at him, he looks like he's about to collapse into an early grave. Face facts, he's fat, and I don't mean overweight like you I mean really fat! You need a costume with some real muscle if you're going to get any candy. That's why I'm going as He-Man" and with that he pulled up his sleeves and flexed his 18 inch biceps causing all the girls and a few of the boys to murmur appreciation. As the school bell rang and the class emptied, Jeremy put his tablet away sadly and got up from his desk. He was an outsider, he was English, perhaps too English to be an exchange student in America. "Jeremy, could you come here please?" said Mr. Stuart Jeremy nodded and sat on the desk nearest the teacher. "Jake's interruption didn't give me a chance to say, but I liked your choice. It's not often we get some of the classical literature works referenced for Hallowe'en here it's usually all superheroes and the like!" "To me, Porthos is a superhero" replied Jeremy, and related how once he found out that Porthos committed suicide to defeat the Cardinal's Guards at Locmaria but only after using his great strength to hold up the collapsing cave to save his friend Aramis "I've always wanted to become a Musketeer, to be a complete gentleman and honourable as well" and with that he let his head sink and muttered "Not that anyone here cares" and with that he stood up and walked out of the classroom, his heart saddened that no one in America seemed to realise the value of nobility and honour. As Mr. Stuart watched him go, a wry smile crossed his face. "Ah" he said under his breath, "but then again, not every school as a bonefide wizard in it's teaching staff!"

My Weekend JOB part four by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growt...d-job-part-one/ Part Two: https://muscle-growt...d-job-part-two/ Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/7245-my-weekend-job-part-three-by-freaky/ It was going on noon and the four massive men were wondering what to do. Lawrence, Joshua's friend, was now something akin to a seven foot tall amateur bodybuilder and love sick bodyguard that would follow any order given to him by any one of the four giants. Indeed he had ordered breakfast for the four of them and himself, enough to fill an entire NFL football team, if not two. The bill was then paid off with some of the money the mega men had earned via their cam show with the formerly short and meek Lawrence the night before. The giants had given up on any repairs to the one bedroom's doorway and were trying to figure out what to do next. They had liked the idea of emailing the athletic, Russian alpha, 7'2Giant, but they realized that would take too long to set up a meeting with him, his flying there...so now they were trying to figure out what to do? "Is there a bodybuilding contest we can go and conquer?" asked Andrixos. Lawrence went to the computers to check, Joshua, Brent, Andrixos, and Darien having grown so tall their fingers were now a little too large to properly use the keyboards. "No, sirs. There isn't a bodybuilding championship either close by or going on today." "No matter," said Joshua. "We're larger than them, but not proportionately so. Our bodies are more like the size of gymnasts, maybe some American footballers, but not quite up to bodybuilder physique yet." "Yeah... but damn! This muscle feels sooooo good." said Darien. "So does our cock and balls.... man I want more.... I want more size! Strength! POWER!" and he flexed his muscles in various poses and growled. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" "I'd like to fly." blurted out Brent. "You know, like Superman. I... I don't know why...but it just seems to me like it would had to the alpha masculinity of it all if we could be super dense and hard, as well as strong, and could fly like the son of krypton." "Hmmmmmm yeah.... I kind of like that idea." said Andrixos, and he began to absent mindedly rub his cock. "I like it too." said Darien. "Anything to get us bigger! Stronger! GROWING! GGRRRR!" "Oh, sirs.... your becoming stronger, larger, that is just so hot. Andrixos, sir, you are beginning to sport one of your massive erections. May I strip my clothes and help you take care of it?" "Ye...what?....uhm...yes... please, by all means." With those words, Lawrence took off all his clothes and began to stroke the magnificent, nearly torso long chubby Andrixos was thrusting out from his groin. "My gawd, that's fuckin' hot as hell!" cried Darien, and soon he became fully erect and began stroking his cock, sitting right next to Andrixos. Lawrence noticing this, placed himself so he could reach out and stroke one head, Andrixos', with one hand, and the globulous gland of Darien with the other. It didn't take long until Joshua and Brent were sitting opposite of Andrixos and Darien, sporting full lumberjack logs and jacking like there was no tomorrow. When that happened Lawrence repositioned himself and extended his legs out to let each foot stroke the penile head of Joshua and Brent. "Ooooooooh GAWD!" Cried out Brent. "Becoming like Superman...big barreling chest...." "Super strength, in bulging biceps and triceps." cried out Joshua. "Getting bigger and bigger...all other guys a puny little men...mere mortals!" bellowed Darien. "Cocks getting bigger...." Moaned Andrixos. "Bend steel beams..." "Flying through the air...." "Hulking out of the super suit...." "Balls increasing in size....." "Hmmmmmmm is it wrong, to still want to grow, even with the proportionate strength of Superman?" cried out Joshua. "Not at all!" bellowed Darien. "Super strength along with supersize... We can have all the runts worship us like muscle godsssss...gettin' bigger!" "Oooooh yeah...." moaned Joshua... "Taller...broader.... men shrinking down past our waist when we're both standing..." "Kind of like... walking out onto the field like the Tony Romero commercial and being twice his size." "Yeah.... all the little football fuckers only come up to like our knee or just above!" said Andrixos. "AAAAAhhh FUCK! That'd be so hawt!" moan Joshua. "Hi! We're friends of Tony Romo... much bigger friends..." voiced Brent. "Ooooh yeah....MUCH bigger friends..." called out Darien. "And just like him we agreed to allow ourselves to be doubled in size to remind you that new Pepsi lemon flavor gives you double points..." "HMMMMMMM FUUUUUUCK!" cried out Andrixos. "We walk out onto the field just like him, but all his team mates and opposing team mates come up even shorter on us than they do on him. Because we started out taller than him..." "Ohhhh yeah.... and we grrrreeeeeeeEEEEEEW!" moaned Joshua. "And we got taller and broader....bigger and fuller!" "Thicker!" "Harder!" "Stronger!" "Denser!" "More hung!" "Bigger balled!" "Sooooo swollen!" "In muscles and cock!" "We stomp out onto that field now nineteen feet tall. Six and half feet taller than the doubled in size Tony Romo. He can't believe Pepsi allowed this. He can't believe how big our muscles are. How huge our cocks are. How we can attempt to put one of his new uniforms and not only do we burst out of it, but it looks almost like threads on us." "YEAH! Showing Romo who's a lil' wuss!" "And we start to play football, but there's nothing holding us back, none of the opposing team can really hold on to us and if they managed to do so, we simply keep on walking each one is so light. Collectively the team is so light to us! And eventually to save broken bones and thus the roster, we stop walking and we just hover slightly and fly in a standing position towards the goal line." "All the while they team feels how helpless it is to stop us and still we continue to grow..." "GROW!" "FUCK YEAH! BIGGER!" "STRONGER!" "BROADER!" "THICKER!" "SO! ...uhhhhuhhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh... ah huh huhHUH HUH HUH SO MUCH FUHULL....ER!" "UHWAH AH HA! HMMMMM FULLER, SWOLLEN, STRONGER!" "AH HA AH AH AHHHHH!" Suddenly Joshua was ready to blow and pointed his massive cock directly across from him towards Andrixos. The load came out like unusually large string of silly string or cheese whiz, just bursting and streaming out with the pressure of Niagara Falls forced into and coming out of a funnel. The stream his Andrixos just below his chest and caused him to convulse wildly, as he suddenly hit orgasm with just enough time and control to point his cock towards Brent. Contact of Andrixo's stream had the same affect on Brent as Joshua's did on Andrixos and soon Brent had his cock aimed towards Darien who in return aimed his cock towards Joshua until all four of the large men had been splattered and duly coated with one of their friend's spunk. Breathing heavily and half asleep over the intense orgasm each large man had experienced, they suddenly gave out small whimpers and moans, their faces contorting into masks of pain. Lawrence looked at the four large men and then began to notice, their feet were getting bigger, longer, and wider. Those feet were now too being pushed out closer and closer to his central location in between the four large men. "Ohhh...the masters are growing!" The four men began to moan and cry out as the air was filled with the sound of snapping bone and stretching sinew, tearing muscles and rebuilding fibers. Soon the large feet began to touch one another and then their bodies began to be pushed back towards the four corners of the room, which they were beginning to fill rapidly. Their muscles bunched and hunched, mounding and growing on top of one another, filling the men's bodies out more and more, becoming even fuller, thicker, more swollen than before. Feeling the strain of the him and his friends growing against one another, Brent called out. "We've got to break out the window and jump, or we'll destroy the room and possibly this floor. We're growing too big, too heavy!" Following his lead, Andrixos joined Brent in placing his feet upon the window frame and the outer wall of the suite's living room area and began to push. Their legs swelled suddenly and popped massively, the veins popping up and travelling all up and down their swelling calves and thighs. They were performing squat moves against the wall and their leg muscles responded to the workout by growing larger with tear drop shapes popping up all over the front of their thighs. Joshua and Darien joined in by spreading their legs and moving into position so that it looked almost as if they were going to pull Brent and Andrixos onto their laps. Using their backs, they leaned behind them towards the inner wall and began to push using their arms, back, and shoulders thrusting their groins into their friends' lower backs and buttocks, while their legs went around on either side. It seemed to take forever but eventually there was the sound of plaster and timber giving way and soon the men had pushed out the exterior wall and window and were now attempting to, as gingerly as they could, crawl out and somehow exit the building. Brent sat there on their newly made ledge looking down. Even though they were growing, on their way towards nineteen feet tall, the drop was still going to be a bit more than twice their height. However he didn't have time to sit and think forever, for Joshua's feet and legs were rapidly growing and pushing him off, whether either man wanted that or not. Brent eventually gave a push off and then.... found himself floating in mid air. "I..... I..... I'm flying!" One by one as the other three young giants came out, after watching Brent, they too discovered they could fly and instead of having to jump and fall down to a tremendous thud and aftershock landing, could instead float or fly down and then hover until they finished growing down to the ground. Once they landed, their bodies began to bunch and hunch, lurch and twitch, as their muscles continued to inflate and swell. They were standing taller, broader, and most definitely thicker, going and growing from the gymnast physique into something much stronger and bigger. But something was changing. They had begun to grow slightly different from one another. Brent and Darien as they filled out began to develop a bit more thickness to their overall frame and their waistline. Brent filled out into the half-muscle half fat kind of look, but one that you knew wasn't real fat fat because it didn't wiggle and wobble when he moved. It still looked solid and tough. Darien's guy filled out a bit, but still kept some of the definition of his abs and obliques. In truth Brent was beginning to look like a line backer and Darien was beginning to look something between a power -lifter or an off season bodybuilder. Joshua and Andrixos weren't to be outdone, they swelled just as large as their friends, albeit they did it with more cuts and striations to their muscles than Brent's or Darien's. Their stomach pulled in taught and revealed a two...four...six....eight pack of solid bricks. Two things began to spread over their bodies: hair and veins. Veins began to slowly plump up and snake their way over every hill and dale, curve and crevice of the four giants' muscles. They began to form very quick and thick outlining their bodies this way and that. The hair which had already been growing on them now was coming in longer and thicker all over their bodies, spreading finger rubbing rugs across their chest, upper arms, forearms, arm pits, abs, crotch, and legs. Their beards came in as very thick five o'clock shadows and their head hair grew down to their shoulders. Next their cocks pulsed and bobbed, oozing out a little more and more into an extremely vulgar and thick flaccid state. It would have been mind blowing to see exactly how much man meat they now carried soft between their legs, but the colossal cocks began to stretch and swell, growing into and erect state as the balls underneath them swelled and grew too, pushing the cocks further and further out. Finally the four men stood there breathing deeply, their sweat glistening off their now larger swollen bodies and through the slightly denser hair which covered them. Their cocks stuck straight out and bobbed slightly. If one was an eight foot tall man, one would just come three fourths of the way up the giant's calves. Six foot, only about half way up. Their enormous, thick and yet long, manly feet covered up to two square sections of concrete and made large pad sounds when they walked. Eventually, one of them moved. "AuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugghhhhhhhyyyYYYYYYYEAH!" bellowed Joshua as he raised his arms into a double bicep pose, then turned his hands outward while raising his arms further as if to going into a victory pose, but this was broken off as he actually bent his torso sideways, extended one of his arms out sideways and twisted into a stretch. "This...this...fucking.... feels AWESOME!" Cried out Andrixos as he performed a most muscular. Brent began to laugh, "We can fly, we're so tall, and even bigger and stronger than before proportionately." "I wonder what we can do?" queried Darien. "Let's go find out." said Brent as he turned and walked towards a truck stop he saw towards his right. There were quite a few tanker trailers and trucks lined up in the parking lot. Squatting down, Brent began to put his hands on the trailers and roll them back and forth a bit to see if they were full or not. He finally smiled up at his friends when he came to an empty one. "Safety first." he laughed and then proceed to pick up the trailer with both hands and working into an awkward curling position, then into a standing press form. "OOOOOH YES!" Brent cried as he hoisted the tanker trailer and it's truck over his head and then began to over head presses and curls with it. Soon the other three giants found empty tanker trailers of their own and the four began having a workout session. After putting those trailers down as gingerly as they could, they began to search for box trailers and ones that were loaded at that to see if they could do the same exercises with a heavily loaded trailer. Lift after lift, curl after curl, the giants began to lift and pump their bodies up. Their sweat and musk filled their air around them. Their veins throbbing and pulsing, swelling as if attempting to break open their skin while feeding their muscles to grow even bigger. People came out of the truck stop: some were truckers worried about the condition of their tractors and trailers, while others were just people who came out to marvel or be terrified at the size of these nineteen foot tall, muscular giants. The later were broken into several categories: people who were frightened just slightly or for their soul, people who stood in awe, and people who stood in lust with some men and women wetting themselves by cuming at the sight of these powerful giants. After the trailer workout was done, the four men turned and uprooted some small trees near a park so they had room enough to sit or lean back and stretch. It was at that moment that Lawrence caught up to them. In fact, he had caught up to them much earlier and had been observing the crowd picking out some of the taller and stronger men who stained their own shorts with their own cum while simply staring at the giants. "This one is mine!" Lawrence called out as he lead a charge of three other men to climb up the bodies of Joshua, Brent, Andrixos, and Darien. They scaled the legs, bounded over the crotch, rock climbed the abs until they all reached their prize: the nipples of one of the four giants. Once there the four men began to suck and suck and suck until the four giants blew their nipple load into the awaiting men's' mouths. After that the four sucking men began to twist and contort, stretch and reach, as their bodies grew and grew. The crowd gasped in amazement and recoiled in horror, wondering, fearing, if their worst nightmare might come true: these four men would grow as tall as the other four giants. They came close, but did not. The four smaller men, lead by Lawrence swelled and grew, blew out of their clothing and shoes, until they had reached the height of twelve feet tall and were roughly the size of an amateur bodybuilder. These four men then went and found other men and had them drink from Joshua, Brent, Andrixos, and Darien's nipples as well, although they only reached a height of seven and half feet tall, with the muscle size of a line backer in football. Lawrence then barked an order: "The masters need refreshments - GO!" While the other men, eight in total, went and grabbed things like tanker trailers full of milk, or all of the largest bags of chips or sandwiches they could find, the now four twelve footers, slid down the abs of the giant men, sat amongst the giant's crotch hair, at the base of their cocks, and began to stroke and rub it in nice long, slow, massage like strokes. Soon the other men were now bringing the food and milk which the four giants gulped down and devoured faster than observing folks could imagine. The giants all leaning back on their elbows, their bodies stretched out half a block or so, enjoying the after affects of a great work out, a good meal, and the caress of their schlongs. At one point Brent let his head flop back and he sighed contentedly, "hmmmm merry Christmas to me...." A few minutes later Andrixos laughed and said, "Yeah.... like that video... 'Merry fuckin' Christmas to me.'" "What?" questioned Joshua. "There's this video. It's Christmas and this guy gets a present from his friend. It's a good sized bottle with instructions for this grow potion." "Oh yeah!" said Joshua as he sat up. "I know that one. Cute guy, too. He's in his living room, he's already quite tall." "Yeah, he's like around six and half feet or so cause he's not that much shorter than the seven foot tall Christmas tree." Darien sits up now and says, "Six and half feet isn't that tall any more boys." The four giants all chuckle, but Andrixos continues. "Yeah, true, but anyway. He gets this Christmas present and it tells him, 'drink a little or a lot - grow potion.' And then he laughs and says, 'You fuckin' know how much I'm gonna drink.... fuck little.' Then he says something like, 'Here goes.' and he downs the whole bottle." "Oh yeah...." says Joshua and then he begins to grow and grow taller and taller... his shirt starts ripping off of him, his pants begin to rip and fall off." "Yeah, and then there should be something included in the way of cock growth potion because when the pants come off, that package is pretty good size." "I know, right!?!" Brent laughs and hefts his cock a bit. "Well, it's not a good size now." and again all of them laugh. Andrixos continues, "But he's still growing and growing, eventually he's bursting through the ceiling of his living room and then they cut away to the outside of his house." "Yeah?!" state the other three in anticipation and they begin to all stand up, slightly moaning, as they begin to stroke their massive cocks at the head, while Lawrence and his men hang on, still stroking away at the giants' cocks' base. "And then you hear this explosion and an eruption of fire, and then the guy is growing from behind the house and he keeps getting taller and taller, broader and broader. He grows until the six story building his apartment was in only comes up to his knees." "Ooooh fuck yeah..." "Hmmmm yeah growth..." "Growing bigger...BIGGER!" "And then he looks down and he kind of smiles like he's satisfied and that's the end, but then suddenly he begins to grow again and he cries out, 'Awwww ha ha, oh..yeeaaah.' and he gets taller and taller until the building is now somewhere between his ankles and about one-fourth of the way up his shin. Then he cries out, "awww shit... Merry fuckin' Christmas to me..', because of all this new size he's got and then he says, 'Think I'll take a walk around.' or something like that and he begins to walk around his block a little bit. But due to his size, he's now creating cracks in the street pavement, he's making houses shake with just his footsteps...." "And then he'll notice cars aren't as big as his feet." "Buildings are the size of chairs...hmmmmmmm" "High-wire power lines are only at his knees... oooooooh." "After walking around he says, 'Shit, this is the fuckin' best shit ever. Wish I could have some muscle with this too.' And then he grabs his stomach and he begins to swell and grow and inflate and get thicker, stronger, larger...." "BIGGER! HMMMM HUH HUH HUH!" "BROADER! HUH HU HUH HUH HMMMMMGGGFFFF!" "STRONGER! HUUUUUUUUUU!" "And then he calls out his friend's name and says, 'You fuckin' put some wish potion in there too!' And he begins to moan and groan, does a double biceps pose and his muscles are inflating and swelling...." "PLUMPING! HUH UH AAAAAWWWW GAWD!" "GETTIN' SWOLE! HUH HUH HUH HUH" "HUH HUH HUH OOOO SHIT! MOUNDING MASSIVE!" "His upper arms are swelling, his lats are expanding into huge wings, his shoulders and back are getting ever wider and wider His thighs are inflating to impossible sizes, his calves are becoming huge marble columns, and then the muscle causes him to grow in height again and he just keeps growing and growing bigger..." "TALLER!" "STRONGER!" "LARGER!" "FULLER!" "THICKER!" "HARDER!" "HUH HUH HUH F..... F..... Finally the building are just barely coming up to his ankles, he's growing out of screen. He's becoming.... HOOO! ...s....s...so tall...SO TALL!....HUH HUH That... that his head is ....disappearing from the screen and he calls... he calls....calls OUT! TA! HA HO HOOO HOOO HUH HUH HEEE HUUU.... Merry fuckin' Christmas to me!" "HUH HUH UH HUH HU HUH HAPPY NEW YEAR!" "HUH HUH HUH BLESSED YULE!" "HAP...HU HUH HUH HAPPY CHANUKAH!" "And then...AND THEN! He... he growls some more...and continues to.... TO....AH.... OH....GAWD..... TO....GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" "AH! SUH SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL!" "SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZE!" "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASS!" And with that the four giants once again released a torrent of cum that wound up aimed at each other. Splattering against their bodies, the cum coated their already glistening and heaving muscles, seeping into their pores and being absorbed by them. The affects were instant as they began to grow up taller and taller, their cocks jutting out farther and farther from their groins, their feet swelling and lengthening out more and more covering more and more ground, their muscles inflating and swelling even larger and fuller no approaching a size where they were beginning to fight each other for room and make things like walking, scratching their nose, or drinking a glass of water - if they could find a glass their size - hard if not impossible to do. The veins popped out even fuller and more defined on their body criss-cross this way and that. Their muscles formed deeper valleys, higher peaks and mounds, became even denser and stronger mass. Their hair grew in thicker and slightly longer. Their looks became younger and younger. They were slightly de-aging coming back to the optimum prime of manhood: eighteen to twenty five years old. They walked around in a dazed state for a bit, trying to find their balance. Trying to walk normally without having to kick their legs out sideways. Attempting to walk with their arms straight down at their sides to no avail. Meanwhile mere mortal men on the ground were realizing they now only came up to the four giants ankles, and that not only were streets and sidewalks buckling underneath the giants' weight but so too was the ground. The four giant men had once again grown and grown so much they were now fifty feet tall and with the build, strength, and size of amateur bodybuilders and their equivalent in power lifters. Joshua and Andrixos were even more cut and defined yet still fuller and bigger, while Brent and Darien were fuller and thicker than before. All of them massive beasts with colossal cocks and balls to prove it, and throw them off balance. Meanwhile, Lawrence and his three twelve foot tall guards were leading what could become the world's largest circle jerk. "The gods need more fuel and we must supply it to them as their loyal servants!" With that, as he stood on the bridge of Joshua's foot he began to start pumping his cock hard and fast. The other three large men did the same, each respectively on another giant: Brent, Andrixos, or Darien. Slowly but surely, men from all over, whether on their own accord or under the influence of the musk exuded by the giants, began to climb onto or stand near the feet of the giants and jack off.

Thanks to all for comments. I'm stretching the envelope a bit with this chapt. Hope it's not too much. I'd like to hear your thoughts. -ragman Machu Man – Part 6: A Little Freaky Fun by ragman We stood eye to eye, Mason and me, god to god. Mason was the first to break our stare. “Huh, looks like the fusing actually worked.” My lats were still flared from breaking his bearhug, but his comment caused my mind to flare. “What do you mean, 'looks like the fusing actually worked.' Didn't you know it would work? Weren't you sure about it?” I was emotionally demonstrative. “Just trying to joke with you. Mike,” he laughed. “I was pretty sure it would work.” He raised his eyebrow, with a chuckle. Was he still fucking with me? “Well, let's find out how it worked,” he suggested. We could get a good look in these mirrored closet doors if this huge king size bed weren't in the way. Hmmm...I wonder who might be strong enough to move this heavy oak bed? Anybody here you know strong enough to lift this outta the way?” Now I know he was fucking with me, right? I mean the 'new me' could lift up a few hundred pound bed, couldn't I? No better time to find out. I turned to the bed, bent down, slipped my arms under the frame and prepared to exert myself. Huh, I didn't feel much more weight than what I expected from my own weight as I stood up. Ahh, again I could feel each thigh muscle strand contract as I stood back up, taking the massive bed up with me. I placed the bed in a corner allowing us more room in front of the four mirrored, sliding, closet doors. I returned to Mason. “How do feel, Mike?”, Mason asked with tender concern. “'Cause you look awesome. See for yourself.” He motioned to the mirrors. I turned toward the mirrors and got my first look at myself, standing next to Mason. Wow, there were two chiseled, muscular, man-gods reflecting back in the mirror. I wondrously gazed at what must have been my image as I moved my hand to my waist and began to feel all the bumps and ridges that were my abdominal muscles. Mason surprised me by approaching and rubbing my stomach muscles, which stimulated them to further hardness. “Pretty fine set of abs, Mike. Can you flex each one by itself? Like this?” He turned to the mirrors, put his hands on his pecs and FLEXED his abs. A Jacuzzi of swirling muscle eruptions boiled over from his belly button throughout his abdomen and cascaded up his lateral and serratus anterior, and down through his obliques. Each muscle was clearly defined and separated, with individual muscle fibers visible through his shrink-wrapped skin. He would move one hand from his chest and touch a muscle on his stomach, which would flex and harden more. He'd move his hand around and I watched random abdominal muscles swell and constrict as he roamed his hand over his midsection. I was mesmerized. “Here, let me help you,” broke my spell. Mason took his other hand and began rubbing my abs again. “Concentrate on my touch. When you feel me touch your stomach, flex just the muscle I touch.” “Yes, Master.” I concentrated on his touch. My newly empowered brain easily responded to the stimulus his fingers provided, and soon I was firing individual oblique or serratus muscles, that swelled and strengthened with my will. I could sense each muscle fiber and tendon attachment as I would flex and mutate further and grow stronger. “Wanna try something a bit silly?”, Mason smirked. “Like what?” “See if you can flex an eight-pack of muscle, each with a different tension, so they each make a different sound, like the notes of a scale? And I'll try to play them by tapping them with my fingers.” “Seriously? You want me to flex an eight-pack, like this, but flex each one differently so they sound like notes on a scale, like this?” I thought about my task and with that thought it happened. My midsection solidified into eight distinct cobblestones, each a slightly different size from bigger to smaller. My surrounding abdominal frame also hardened into other notes on my xylophone of midsection muscles. I flicked my finger on one or two muscle bumps, causing a metallic clink. I concentrated again and 'tuned' my muscles to the right frequency. This time a flick of my finger produced a 'gong' that was rich in timbre and tone. I smiled at my friend and with a gesture presented my instrument to Mason. Maestro Mason rubbed his hands together with glee and wiggled his fingers in my face as he readied himself for the performance. What a ham. I have to admit I loved how he had changed also. He was more playful. Mason began flicking his fingers at my steel-drum of abdominals, you know, like the steel-drum in Caribbean music, resulting in a harmonic melody that was full and resonate. He began flicking multiple fingers on each hand simultaneously, creating a rhapsodic effect that was surprising, all from plinking my stomach. Mason seemed to enjoy himself immensely, flicking away at my tummy. He became more animated and started to really 'FLICK' my abs, making them sound more like church bells ringing. Soon the flick of the fingers became more of a jab with the fist, as Mason put more and more effort into his percussive presentation. The jabs got more intense and soon were blows to the midsection that would destroy a brick wall. All the while I basked in what I was experiencing. My muscles responded to my will by shaping, hardening, tuning, and sounding magnificent as they were played by my friend with his fingers. Now I was aware of the pounding I was taking, but enjoyed the pleasant stimulation his battering-ram fists were delivering. I embraced how my body was able to withstand the punishment. “You seem a bit upset,” I volunteered as the pummeling increased. “I've never been able to strike someone with this amount to force before,” Mason shared with trepidation as he ceased his onslaught, “without fatally injuring them. I seemed to have some pent up frustration that escaped just now, from dealing with corrupt assholes. I must say it was a bit cathartic jack-hammering your stomach. And even better, it was a huge turn-on that you could take it. And your musical midsection was crazy. I was just joking about playing you like a xylophone. But you actually did it.” He raised his arm and gave me a 'high five'. Damn, he was joking again. Maybe I need to rethink my wish for him to use humor often. Or, better still, I needed to up my own cleverness. “So, it was a turn-on that I could take what you had to dish out? My little muscles are a turn-on?”, I baited as I bounced by pecs in the mirror. “I know they are turning me on. My mind and body are working at warp speed. I can feel my brain gain control over my body. The feeling is euphoria.” “It is wonderfully fascinating to observe your changes, Michael. You are handling it well. Just be patient and don't push yourself too far, too soon.” “Is that really possible, Mason?” “Eh,...probably not,” he admitted. “Hell, I don't really know. I never did this before. I just know that I want you to be alright. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy!”, he gushed. “How could I not be happy with this?” I turned to the mirror and stretched, feeling my sinews react and tendons tauten. I raised my arms over my head and brought them down deliberately into a front double-biceps pose. I thought about having the most beautifully muscled physique on the planet. Not the biggest, yet, just the most perfectly muscular body ever imagined. And I had been imagining muscular perfection for a long time, after many hours surfing the net for muscle-building sites. I saw my image in the mirror transform as I thought and squeezed my final flex. Veins, cuts, striations, peaks, were forced to the surface as steely muscle fibers contracted, grew, and hardened. Mason approached me with a new look in his eyes. He slowly reached his hands to caress my chest on his way past my jagged deltoids to massage my bicep peaks, which were split into three heads that rose half way up my forearm. His grip was firm, hell, it would have crushed a cannonball. To me, the power of his grip was absorbed into my muscle cells, adding further to the strength that my biceps already possessed. “I feel like I am feeding off your biceps-crushing power, Mason.” He smiled back at me and increased his grip strength tenfold. My biceps sucked in his might with delight. His crushing power felt almost like an electrical charge was permeating through my arm, adding a reservoir of power to my already unbelievably strong upper arms. After a few moments he released his grip. “I don't think I have ever seen any one as beautiful, as muscular, as attractive as you, Michael.” “That's because you've never posed like that for anyone, dummy,” I chided. “A body like ours wasn't understood way-back-when. No master asked you to flex like that, did they?” “No, Mike. They were afraid.” “So, you never really 'posed' for anyone before, right? You've never let yourself be aesthetically muscular, or ripped. You've never felt the rush of pleasure when you crunch down and your muscles explode?” Whew, I was getting excited. “How about if we explore our bodies together? I can teach you how to do the poses and what experts are looking for in the perfect body. How would you like that?” I could tell Mason was struck with the question. “If you think it would be....” “No, no, no..”, I admonished with a wag of my now muscular finger. Huh, my fingers were muscular. Mason gathered his courage. “Mike, I think you may have triggered a latent fetish in me. When I saw you pose so beautifully, I wanted to worship you. I wanted to lick and kiss your muscles and veins. I wanted to rub your warm, impenetrable skin, feeling every muscle fiber and peak. I want to watch you flex obscenely large muscle groups by themselves, what might seem grotesque to some, but not to me. And observe you reclaiming the power and reducing the size but not the essence of your muscular perfection.” Holy shit! My Mason was baring himself before me like he had never done to anyone before. I didn't interrupt. “But, it's not just your muscles I want to worship. I want to worship your superhuman strength. I want to watch you crush the uncrushable, lift the impossible, and break the unbreakable.” There was a long pause. “And I want to do it with you.” He waited for me to speak, with anticipation and anxiousness. “I know it took all your strength to express your inner secrets,” I said with reverential respect. “Please don't tell me you're messin' with again, 'cause I don't want this to be a joke. I want this to be real. I want you to worship me as much as I want to worship you. And I want to get freaky!” “Oh, I'm so relieved.” He let out a sigh. “Yes, this is real. I really want to worship, you. And I crave for you to worship me.” I was already doing just that, craving him, and wanting to please him. His phrase rang in my expanding mind, “I want to watch you flex obscenely large muscle groups by themselves, what might seem grotesque to some, but not to me.” “I have often fantasized about flexing up a single muscle group to impossibly enormous size myself. Wanna see if I can do it? I'd love to explode my calves for you, Mason. I find calves particularly sexy. The way they are shaped, with two heads that make a heart shape.” Mason lowered to his knees behind me. “Oh, Mike. I think calves are extraordinary muscles. When you raise on your toes the entire weight of what you are carrying is borne by your calves. They actually are the strongest muscles in your body, when you think about it.” He started to rub and squeeze my calves, erotically. “I'm ready to worship your mighty calves.” What, a motivational phrase to hear. I could turn my slim waist enough to see Mason and my calves some directly, and I could see a good reflection in the mirrors, also. Time to get freaky. OK, I'm a bit of a ham, myself. I admit it. So, I started slowly. I raised only one leg on my toes without really flexing, more like preparing to flex. The two heads of my calf swelled noticeably to about the size of cantaloupes into the familiar, although huge shaped heart, filled with striated muscles laced with pencil-sized veins. I thought, 'Flex,” in my mind. I saw my calf explode. What had been melons ruptured like popcorn kernels with a percussive “Boom”. The previously bulbous muscle mass turned into a jagged boulder of muscle might, so huge it forced Mason to fall over backwards. In the mirror I could see a huge throbbing muscle boulder cantilevered off the back of my lower leg at least a foot or closer to two feet in diameter. That would make my calf more that 65 inches around. I lowered my heel to the floor, which caused my super striated, jagged calf to relax some, with less sharpness, but no less size. With deliberate motion I raised my other leg on my toes, causing the same mammoth heart of muscles to swell, and then detonated, rattling the mirrors on the doors. I replaced the other foot and now both legs had equal platforms of mass. I could see Mason was a bit stunned. But, I decided to press on, so enraptured I was with my abilities. “Stand up, Mason, and step on.” “Wh....What?” “You heard me. You wanted to do stuff together, so hop on my calves. They should be big enough for you to stand on....before they get bigger,” I teased. Mason scurried to stand up. He placed one foot on top of one enormous calf, noticing that it was hard and did not wobble. He stepped up with the other foot and stood on two stone muscle ledges like a statue himself. “This is remarkable,” he praised. “Never have I seen such a display of muscle growth and control. I'm standing on a muscle precipice that has no give, on the back of your leg. How extraordinary.” “Well, if you think this is cool, you will be astounded. I'm gonna flex my calves so huge, they will lift us off the ground. Watch and experience this,” I invited. I began doing calf raises with Mason standing on them. We would rise and fall together as my powerful sinews lifted us and bulged ever bigger with each calf raise. I moaned with pleasure as muscles multiplied and grew under the feet of my friend. With a few more reps my calves had more that doubled in size and continued to expand. I stopped on tip toes and flexed down hard. Two asteroids grew from two boulders. The gigantic rock of muscle protruding from the back of my leg erupted even more with my flex, growing monstrously large, large enough to press into the floor and elevate us a foot from the ground. I looked in the mirror with satisfaction at my grotesquely huge and monstrously jagged pedestals that were my calves, while my feet were suspended in the air. I was bathed in my egoistic pleasures, relishing in my supremacy. “How about that, Mason? These babies big enough for ya?”, I teased. I was met with silence. I glanced up to see Mason in deep introspection. “What does that feel like? That much muscle? I want to know.” Mason shifted his feet slightly, my super-sensitive calf-asteroids noticed. What I had a hard time figuring out was the sensation his toes were generating. It took me a moment to ascertain he was spreading his toes far apart and gripping my calf muscle fibers between his toes to grasp on tight. “Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!” Mason stood on his toes with one massively powerful calf raise. I could see in the mirrors what looked like two gigantic air bags mushroom from the back of his lower legs, inflating in an instant as large as the asteroids on my legs, and then continuing to grow, protruding outward and downward as they grew, until miraculously they reached beyond my three foot high muscles and reached the floor themselves, churning and bulging more, lifting him off the floor, with his toes firmly grasping the top of my engorged calves and lifting me with him. My mouth dropped open in amazement. What a sight! No one would ever believe it. I was having a hard time believing it, and I was half of it. “Oh, this is so awesome, Mike,” he shouted. “What a display of unfathomably huge calf muscles. It feels so satiating to flex this big and hard, with so much control. I feel liberated and free for the first time. Thank you so much for getting freaky with me.” He pulsed his calves once more and raised us up until he hit his head on the ceiling. “Oops.” We both powered down and reabsorbed the power of our muscles. That left me standing in front of him. “That was so much fun. What little muscle group should we super-size next?”, came his eager reply. “Forearms? Triceps? Oh, I know,” he said looking down at my butt, “...Glutes! Flex your glutes, Mike. Make 'em hard and ridged and defined, and HUGE. It didn't take much prodding to get me to show off. I set my feet and squeezed my butt cheeks, feeling my glutes respond to my wishes. They swelled like truck tires with deep treads that lined up horizontally. “Flex 'em bigger and deeper,” he encouraged. I obeyed and willed my butt to engorge and shrink at the same time, leaving a series of muscle 'fins' that were inches deep and hard as steel. “God, I love your ass cheeks. Look at how huge and deep these muscle crevasses are. Why I can slip my fingers in between and … curl your ass!”, he laughed. I found myself soar off the ground, being curled by my gluteous maximus which served as handles! Held firmly aloft by bulging biceps, I clenched my cheeks more, trapping his fingers in the depths of my striations. He wiggled his fingers, tickling me. I flinched, relaxing my butt, and dropped to the ground. We both laughed hysterically at our muscle play and each other. I grabbed his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed him passionately, as he did me. Finally, he broke our embrace and smiled mischievously, “I can't wait to see how strong you are becoming.” Happily, that is what I wanted, too. We were made for each other. ######

...And the winner is...(drum roll)..Hanugumo. Machu Man – Part 4: The Special Gift by ragman My mind was exploding with fantasy. Mason had just told me he was going to bestow a power in me that he had never given to anyone before. “Mike, you are special to me. You give me feelings and desires that I never new existed in me. You accept and even crave my freaky muscles and strength. I have never known anyone like you before. I want us to be together always.” His words rang in my head with anticipation. How could we be together always? “But, what is most special about you, Michael, is that you want me to have my own desires and feelings. You don't want to order me around and be your slave. You want me to be equal.” Mason hesitated. Time stood still. “I have decided,” he said with certitude, “that I want you to be equal, too.” Time still didn't start to move. “If it is your desire,too, Mike,” he followed with a tremble of worry in his voice and less certitude. “Wh...what are you really saying, Mason? “I'm saying I have the means to share my abilities with you, to give you half my powers and half my strength.” “You can do that?”, I stammered. “Won't you become less strong, less powerful? I don't know if I would want that for you.” “That is so adorable of you, Mike. Not just thinking of yourself.” He smiled and hugged me affectionately. “But, isn't half of Infinity still Infinity?” I had a sudden flash to the gold cap of his vessel with the “8” on it. It wasn't an 'eight' at all, it was the sign for Infinity. Oh, my god. His power was actually infinite? “I...I don't know what to say, Mason.” I was stunned. “I don't think I'm worthy of such a gift, nor if I could handle it.” “I have known many soles over the ages, Mike, and you are unique among them. I have longed for centuries for someone to share my life with, share my feelings, share my dreams, share my love. I am convinced you are that man, Michael.” His pronouncement sounded like a proclamation. “I have no doubt that you would be able to manage such great power with my help and guidance. Will you honor me by taking my essence, my sole, my love, and let me fuse with you?” I almost expected him to get on his knee, so much was his question like a proposal. His sincerity and passion were evident in his tone and demeanor, which helped to calm my racing heart and accept his affection. “I'm a bit terrified,” I confessed. “And very aroused, at the same time.” I hesitated, “Is this really possible, without unforeseen consequences. It sounds too good to be true.” “The only consequence I know of is that your powers will disappear if we are not within proximity of each other. If we are more than a few meters apart, you will return to human,” he warned. “More of a reason to be together always,” I beamed. “I trust you implicitly, Mason.” I gathered my wits and spoke with honesty, “I would be honored to fuse with you and be with you forever.” Mason's whole body responded with a muscular explosion that caught me off guard, tearing off his clothes, leaving him naked. He must have been happy with my answer. I wondered if I would be able to explode like that. How awesome. He picked me up, like the weak child that I was, and carried me into the bedroom where he sat me gently on the bed. What a pleasant experience. He explained, “The fusing process won't take long, but the full effects will gather over the next few days. Your body has a lot of DNA and cell reconstruction to go through as well as your psyche has to adjust to your new powers. But, don't worry, I'll be here with you....forever.” His reassuring voice, Adonis-like muscles, and firm manner turned me on even more. “The process involves me mentally and physically channeling my essence and power, and concentrating that effort into sperm enhancement. I have to flex and strain, feeling every muscle, every cell in my body generate the force that makes who I am. Then you will drink my seed. Are you comfortable with that?” Is he asking me if I will blow him and swallow? Hell, I'd do that any time, no special power transfer needed. All I could do was nod approval excitedly, because my lust, my anticipation, my desire for him was too great to speak coherently. “I am more than pleased that you are willing to risk your life as you know it for me, Mike. I'll do my best to see that you don't regret what is about to happen to you. Shall we begin?” It almost sounded like a plea. My response was a combination of drool, gargle, garble, and nods. Thank Mason, he got the message. The supreme being before me got more supreme. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath that increased the barometric pressure in the room. Then he inhaled equally as deeply, causing curtains and bedskirt to wave toward him. He continued steady breathing, though not as deeply, but purposefully and rhythmically. He then started to flex, not with the typical poses that a bodybuilder might do. Instead, Mason began to move his joints and limbs slowly, working his muscles, feeling his muscles, concentrating on his muscles. His muscles did not explode with size, but they seemed to explode with might. Each fiber materialized as if he were bringing an image into focus that had been blurred, into crystal clear focus. His forearms, as he squeezed his hands open and closed with deliberation, knotted and cabled and veined like nothing I've ever seen. He worked his elbows and his upper arm muscles constricted, separating biceps and triceps into strands of bulges and veins and peaks and striations that exuded power. I was transfixed as he rolled his shoulders and spread his back. His rolling muscle hills were transformed into a topographical map of muscle mountain ridges that were crammed together, forcing deep cuts. His traps split into jagged fibers of muscle, his lats expanded with veins and valleys as his back widened. Still in a trance, Mason swayed his hips and raised up on his toes causing his lower body to respond with outlandishly separated muscles in his glutes, thighs, and hamstrings, while his calves split into hundreds of muscle fibers with that heart shape. There was a pause, which seemed to last forever, followed by grunt of exertion, “Uummmaaahhhaaaa,” that was accompanied by a full body flex that doubled his muscle size, still retaining the sharp cuts, deep crevasses, and sausage veins he already had. Holy Shit! Another moan of exertion preceded the impossible. With a most muscular pose flex, his own muscles seemed to force themselves to his core, in a series of muscle waves that concentrated his infinite power. His balls and dick began to grow as the muscle was driven into his groin. More and more power flowed to his manhood as he willed his body to respond, until it was done. “It's time, Michael,” he spoke like a deity. “Come and drink from me so that I may make you a god, my equal. Let us fuse our power forever.” I approached the altar that was his body. He took my head in his powerful hands and directed me to his staff, a full, throbbing, mast of muscle that drew me to it without his assistance. Although massive in length and girth, it wasn't too massive. In fact my lips and mouth fit perfectly over his head. A moment later his head and shaft expanded in my mouth, sealing my lips around his staff, though with comfort. Then it began. I felt his dick throb in tempo with my heartbeat. Then the first ejaculation. My taste buds and nasal cavity were bombarded with a multi-flavored manna that was so exquisite and rich that my brain couldn't process the perfection. The concoction flowed down my throat, almost anesthetizing my esophagus, allowing it to expand and accept more of the god elixir. Then the next round, followed by the next, and the next. My brain was being stimulated as his essence began traveling through my bloodstream. My vision seemed to improve, my hearing was more acute and I could begin to feel the power affecting my brain as I got smarter and was able to feel and process more of what was happening to my body. I was beginning to actually sense the blood flow to my muscles and bones. I could begin to visualize individual muscles absorbing his essence, adding to my delight. I felt the experience of the cell mutation that was turning me to a god, and it felt awesome. Then Mason began infusing me in earnest. His seed gushed forth from his slit that had become a sperm-main. More and more power rushed into my body, my muscles started to feed on his seed, my body feasted on his power. I was approaching my limit, I thought. My nervous system was on fire, my muscles were burning, my brain was overloaded. Was it all too much? Was this a mistake? I tried to cling to consciousness but, my mind blacked out thinking this was the end, that I was too weak to absorb all his power. ***************

My apologies for the shortness of this chapter. I find myself wanting to share episodes as they are done, trying to please y'all, especially when they surprise myself. I was inspired today, with enough time for what follows. This shoulda probably been added to the previous chapter making one longer chapter, but that woulda made the wait between longer. Oh, well. I hope you find it short n hot. Please let me know. -ragman Machu Man – Part 5: Awakening by ragman ….darkness....emptiness....silence....drifting....floating....no pain...........awareness of darkness....thoughts of floating....feeling no pain....less dark....spots of light....swirling patterns of light....a light breeze on my face....a waft of pleasant aroma..stimulates my loin.....more light, brightness almost.....need to make an effort....open my.. eyes... “Everything is fine, Michael. You're OK,” a gentle voice whispered. “I'm here with you.” My eyes fluttered open to reveal the most handsome face on the planet, smiling down on me from his seat beside me on the bed. His muscled arm moved to caress my temple with a touch so soft and loving, one would never surmise those same fingers could crush diamonds with a mere thought. He bent over me and kissed me, ever so gently. My lips were super-sensitive to his lips. I could feel every minute point of contact with his moist mouth, and it was enormously pleasurable. I smiled at him, only to discover I felt myself smiling. I literally felt each muscle of my cheeks and mouth micro contract to make me smile. How awesome! I could sense individual muscles in my mouth and tongue, too. “You have been through a lot, Michael,” Mason said in a soothing rich voice. “Take it slowly. Don't rush things. Stay lying still in bed for a few moments. You need to adapt to the new you.” 'The new me.' Was this really true? Was I changed? Had we fused? The questions began, and surprisingly, so did all the answers. I was awakening to a new level of understanding. The longer I lay conscious, the more apparent everything became to me. My brain was processing neural input faster than I could imagine. Wait, I could imagine it! I could process all the data. I was aware of my brain function and felt myself growing smarter. I knew this was part of the process and that I would continue to expand my knowledge capacity. I could hardly believe how intelligent I was becoming as I lie there. I started to think of a silly mathematics problem, the value of 'Pi', as an irrational number with infinite decimals that never repeat. I started calculating Pi in my head and was soon pleased to discover the decimal numbers starting at 1000 are “486180763...” and the numbers starting at 1,000,000 are “286617854...” and at 1 billion decimals “940840897.....” “Michael?, Mike, are you alright? Can you say something?”, Mason queried softly. “I'm more than alright, Mason,” I replied with a wider smile. “I'm experiencing more changes while they happen. My brain is expanding. The rest of my body is...is... curing, I would say. I can sense my muscle, bone, and organ cells are mutating still, being infused with unlimited potential, unlimited capacity, which my brain controls.” “You are doing well, Michael,” he said with a bit of relief. “I'm glad your intelligence has grown to allow you to accept what is happening. Do you think you are ready to get up? Here, I'll help you.” Mason put his hand behind my neck and helped me sit up, though I didn't need it. I felt my abdominal muscles come to life and easily lever my torso to the upright position. My hands felt the ridges and bumps of my stomach, a nice collection of cobblestones, I thought. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, noticing I still had on a pair of tighty whities. And also noticing my thighs. They were plumper, fuller than I had remembered. As I stood up, they sprang to life with several separate sausages of muscle. Mason stood up beside me and admired what he saw. “Whew, look at you, Michael. All buff and gorgeous, like a fitness model. Come let me hug you,” he beckoned and approached with open arms, which he wrapped around my arms and chest. “Uuuggghhhh!”, he moaned as he hugged me tightly, enough to scrunch and crush an oak tree. The pleasure was astronomical. Words can't describe it. On multi-levels my senses, my brain, my muscles, my body were bombarded with stimuli, the scale of which was galactic. My brain was aware and processing the onslaught of Mason's embrace. My skin tingled with the touch of his skin against it. His warmth and aura were electrifying. I sensed the power his arms were exerting, the power of boa constrictors, pressing me into his chest, which was layered with pectoral prominence. His stance brought his legs between mine so more skin was in contact, as he lifted me off the ground in a bearhug, adding twice the pressure of before, easily enough to snap any oak tree in half. The pleasure of his Herculean bearhug grew euphoric, as my brain willed my muscles to respond. I visualized spreading my lats. Still mutating muscles fired in my back, drinking in the power my brain was delivering to their adolescent development. But, plenty of power it was. My latismus dorsi muscles engorged with might and began to grow as I willed. Wider and thicker they erupted until they pressed into my arms, forcing my arms away from my body, breaking the unbreakable bearhug Mason was giving me, returning me to my feet. We stood eye to eye, Mason and me, god to god. **********************

Hi all. I've imagined the plot line to this story more completely so now I just have to find the time to put it in words. With luck there should be a few more chapters every so often. Your impressions are desired. Machu Man – Part 3: Things Get Serious by ragman The next few days are hard to describe. I guess the best way is to say I was falling in love. And Mason seemed to respond with equal warmth and strength when we were with each other. I still had to be in class at times, but we also had blocks of time we could explore together. The next day I was home by 2 pm. As I walked in the door, Mason greeted me with a big smile and a hug that reminded me of the strength he controlled. “I am glad you are home, Mike,” Mason spoke with honesty. “I am unaccustomed to the feelings of loneliness and solitude. I never used to experience my own feelings before you found me,” he explained. “I am having a hard time suppressing my desires for your friendship, Master,” he said embarrassingly, then changed the subject quickly. “What can I do to please you?” I was still a couple inches off the floor in Mason's warm embrace, though I don't think he realized he was even lifting anything. “Well, big guy, you can always greet me like this when I come home. I love how strong and gentle you are at the same time. I love feeling your muscled body next to mine. I love having a friend.” My words seemed to please him. His muscles expanded all around me, but he didn't really squeeze me any harder. There was just more of him to hug. His swelling muscles had a similar effect on my junk. Before I got any more aroused, I asked, “What do you want to do for the afternoon, Mason?” “What ever would please you, my friend,” he quickly replied with a smile as he let me down. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, “Nah-nah. Remember the number one rule of obedience, I want you to express your wishes as an equal, an equal FRIEND. You need to develop a sense of yourself, your FREE self, someone who can make his own decisions.” Mason deliberated for a moment, then said, “Very well, I have something than has been on my mind. Can we discuss it, Mike?”, he asked. “Of course, Mason. You seem a bit troubled.” “I am worried about these new feelings I have, of friendship,” he began slowly. “I am unsettled about how much feeling I have toward you. And my sense is that you are having strong feelings about me. Are you?” Wow, I didn't expect this discussion. “Why, yes. I think I am.,” I admitted honestly. “You are everything I have ever wished for in a friend. I can't believe you are here.” “Well, I am worried that who I am will scare you away. You were visibly shaken when I bent the crow bar, broke the chain and exploded the wrench at the casino. And that is just a decimal of what I am capable of. I'm worried that you will reject me, like all the others, when you comprehend my true nature.” Mason turned away from me in sorrow. I tried to reassure him by putting my arm around his broad shoulder, “I am amazed by what you can do, Mason. And my knee-jerk reaction was to withdraw some when I saw your deeds for the first time. But, only because you are incredible. You defy imagination. It is hard to get my mind around you, let alone my arm.” I squeezed his shoulder in affection. “I worry more about how insignificant I must be to you,” I confessed. “You can literally do anything and I only can gape and wonder in awe.” “You are very significant to me, Mike,” Mason protested. “You have changed me. You have made me love some one, you. And I want to be with you. I don't want to lose you.” I thought I noticed a tear in his eye. I added my other arm to the embrace, “You aren't gonna lose me, Mason. I've fallen for you too much, also.” I leaned in and kissed my friend on his full lips. He responded by savagely attacking my tongue with his and swelling his muscles around me. We lingered long enough to solidify our feelings about each other, I thought. Mason finally broke the embrace with a surprising comment, “I'd still like for you to be very certain about our friendship. I want you to see some more of the real “me” before you decide if you are repulsed by my appearance or power like all the others.” “There you go again,” I rolled my eyes. “Comparing me to “all the others” who have feared or rejected you. I am not like them. I am your true friend. There is nothing that you can do or say that would diminish my desire for you, now that I am prepared for your awesomeness.” I kissed him passionately again. “I want to prove I can accept you and love you at your most,” I bragged. “Let's see what you got and whether I can take it.” ”You really want me to demonstrate to you some of the extreme power and size my muscles can exhibit?” ,Mason asked incredulously. “I do,” I answered like a vow. “Unless you're afraid that you can't flex big enough for me, or that you're too weak to impress me, or that I will crave even more muscle and might than you can deliver,” I added sarcastically. Mason was actually stunned. No one had ever wanted him to go beyond what was deemed human before. No one had desired his massive potential. No one worshiped his god-like power. No one wanted all of HIM. “I am overwhelmed, Mike,” he said softly. “Words can't adequately express my feelings. My love and desire for you has equaled, no surpassed, the galactic power within me. I want you to be mine forever.” Mason gently picked me up in his arm like a child, with one arm under my butt. His forearm swelled with sinew for me to sit on. “So, you want a little demonstration of what this muscle can do, huh?” He raised his other arm and flexed softly. The slight tension of his biceps and triceps caused skin to stretch tautly and veins to erupt as a boulder of muscles mushroomed from his upper arm that rose to 30, 40, 50 inches, 60 inches,... 75 inches around! With a huge split peak of carved granite perfection. I swallowed hard as I took in the boulder of muscle next to me. My swallow seemed to travel to my crotch where my dick swelled and got veiny, also. What had I promised? Would I really be able to accept ALL of Mason? Sure I was turned on by this Machu Man, with his huge muscles and talk of supreme power. I was a sucker for his soft demeanor and god-like strength. I longed for a partner that understood and accepted my muscle fetish. Was Mason the one? “Here, let me bring this closer to you,” cooed Mason as he rotated his flexed bicep towards me on his other arm. “So you can feel how hard and warm it is. Go ahead, squeezed it and hug it and hold it tight.” I did as I was told, and it was hard and warm, and alive. Without really flexing more, his boulder of biceps churned and bloated and grew more massive still, on to 85 inches, 95 inches and then 100 inches of pulsing concrete! “Damn, Mason, you are huge!” I blathered while trying to wrap my arms around his towering biceps. “I love it!” “What? This little thing?” ,he toyed. “This is just a fraction of how big I can flex this baby.” A fraction, huh? I felt a wet spot at the end of my dick. This kept getting better. “Yeah, I can add a few more feet and it'll touch the ceiling, like this.” Mason moved his fist a bit away from his arm and then brought it back into position. This slight movement caused his mass of muscle to swell bigger around so I couldn't keep my hands together in the hug. The boulder of muscle became a mini-mountain Matterhorn as it erupted upwards to the 15 foot ceiling above, where the peak left a slight dent. “Oops, sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. I stared upwards as I still clung to his mass of muscle. I saw a column of jagged stone reaching to the ceiling, with garden hose size veins climbing like ivy to the peak. I felt the warm density of the mass of muscle in my embrace. I felt my desires skyrocket like the biceps of his arm. I lost control and began licking the warm rock of bicep in my face. The moisture on his skin had an alluring essence that I could taste, but was more arousing to my nasal cavity. It must have been some of his pheromones casting a bliss over me. I felt like I regressed to adolescence or younger, where my inhibitions were lost and I could exhibit my muscle craving. I was in heaven. My dream state was slowly dissipating as I felt the massive muscle I was worshiping recede. I found myself still sitting on his massive forearm with arms empty, like a child who had had his Teddy Bear taken away. “I want my muscle back,” I whined like the child I had become. “I want it bigger and taller, too.” “So that much muscle doesn't put you off?” he questioned warily. “And the way I can flex to the roof and beyond with ALL my muscles doesn't scare you away?” He looked for reassurance. “I can't wait to see more. My dick is getting hard just thinking about it,” I salivated. Mason was still dubious. Everyone had ultimately been repulsed by his presence, because he was so far beyond human. He needed more evidence from me. “What if took this bent crow bar I brought back from the casino episode and jammed the whole mass of metal in my mouth so it puffed out my cheeks with its size,” he picked up the dumbbell-like steel and crammed it into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks with the mass of metal. “And then I use just my cheek muscles to crush and compress the hardened steel into a glob of metal that I chew like taffy...,” he said with his mouth full, lisping some of his words with the dumbbell in his mouth. “...using my tongue to mash and knead the glob to the size of a pea, like this,” he said masticating while he spoke. He stuck out his muscled tongue and displayed a BB of compressed steel on its tip, which he then swallowed. He awaited my revulsion. “FAR... FUCKING... OUT!” I was totally amazed and awestruck. “That was fucking awesome, Mason. I am so turned on by your extraordinary strength right now, I think I'm gonna spew!” My pants were tented and a wet spot appeared on my fly. “You are not repelled by my freakish abilities? That even my tongue has the strength to mold and compress hardened tool steel doesn't make you worry what might happen to that tent of yours if you let me?” ,Mason asked incredulously. “Why? Should I worry?” “Well, ...no. I have absolute control over my body and I would never harm you.” “Exactly. So I'm not worried, I'm the luckiest guy in the universe,” I beamed. “You are the best friend I could ever have,” Mason volunteered as he set me down. Huh, he was still holding me. “No one has embraced my muscle and strength like you, Mike. Thank you for making me feel special instead of monstrous.” He kissed me passionately. I was still dizzy with sensory overload. Observing that much muscle, touching that much muscle, feeling that much contained strength was ecstasy. “You are very special to me, Mason,” I said lovingly. “And I want you to know how special you are to me, Michael.” He paused and then continued with reverence, “I have a gift for you that I have never given anyone before. A power that will make you special,” he said in return. My mind was exploding with fantasy. I wondered what this power could be. *********************

Please accept my apologies for the long delay. Thanks for your encouragement and kind words. Here is a new chapter. As usual, I thrive on feedback. Enjoy. -ragman Machu Man - Part 2 Learning More I sat on the couch in my newly-rented townhouse with Mason sitting before me. What a never-before experience. This teen Adonis, whom I called Mason, had just performed the most breath-taking muscle dance I had ever seen. No one had ever seen. You see, Mason, materialized out of a small earthen bottle that I had found on my recent trip to Machu Picchu. For the past days we were learning about each other. More exactly, he was learning the ways of modern living, I was learning about his seemingly unlimited strength and muscle control. Mason put some of my clothes back on and sat back down beside me. “We need to go shopping tomorrow for some clothes for you, Mason,” I noted. “I think I might be able to afford an outfit or two, on my credit card.” “Thank you for your generosity, Mike. But, there must be a way these muscles can acquire some money for us,” he said flexing his chest until it hit his chin. “I can do anything, you know.” Flexes and statements like that made me pulse with a rush of arousal. I tried to contain myself. “In the past my masters would wager on my strength. They would challenge their opponent to imagine a feat of muscle strength and power that I could not do. Of course, they lost every time and my masters would take all their money. Are there fools in this age who would attempt to test my strength?” asked Mason with a glint in his eye. The prospect of making money on muscle wagers was too exciting. Mason continued, “Or I can make valuable gemstones by squeezing different rocks between my hands until they become rubies or emeralds or diamonds. You could sell them for some money.” My head was spinning with the visions of what Mason could do with his muscles, and how we might go about it. “We would need to be cautious about triggering too much attention to you. How would we explain your feats to the public? How would we explain you?” Mason was quick to grasp the problem. “What if we were just a part of the crowd at a place where people were betting anyway, like a casino? Don’t they have a game with a ball and wheel where you bet on which slot the ball falls into?” “I think you mean roulette,” I replied like a teacher. “Exactly,” echoed Mason, remembering it from his cyber-education. “Well, you already know how I can manipulate a baseball with the puff of my breath from the bleachers. I bet I can blow the roulette ball onto whatever number you want me to.” “Huh,” I pondered. “We could probably make a couple of thousand without causing much notice. I think you may have hit on something here, Mason,” I smiled and gave him a high-five. “Let’s go win you some clothes money.” ^^^^^ It didn’t take long to drive to the casino. I bought a $100 of chips using my debit card, and before long we were standing around the roulette wheel observing the game. Mason seemed to analyze the wheel and ball with intensity for a few moments before he spoke. “I’m ready,” he said with authority. “Daddy needs some new clothes.” It took me a second to realize Mason was trying to be humorous, as I had asked. I chuckled appropriately. I squeezed into a spot that finally opened up near the wheel, with Mason standing behind me. I thought I’d start slowly so I put $5 on Black. Mason whispered in my ear, “Put $10 on ‘2’ for the two of us.” So I did. The ball was placed in the spinning wheel and given a spin in the opposite direction. Around and around it went until I felt a slight twitch from the chest of Mason who was pressed into my back with the crowd. I noticed the steel ball slightly change directions and a second later it bounced around the wheel and settled on ‘2’. I reacted with a pumped fist and a grunt, before I collected myself, so as not to make a scene, and collected a pile of chips for the win. “There are six letters in ‘friend’,” I heard Mason whisper in my ear. Without hesitation I moved the pile of chips to ‘6’, and waited for the next spin. With Mason-muscle magic the ball dropped onto ‘6’ and I dropped back into the arms of Mason who caught me. “One more should be enough for now,” he whispered, as the stack of chips grew greatly. “Why not place it on ‘26’, for two friends?” With a smile I moved the entire stack of chips to ‘26’ and waited for Mason to blow another winner. The winning call got a raised eyebrow from the pit boss as my stack of chips multiplied. “Better quit while I’m ahead,” I pronounced and gathered my chips for redemption at the window. The total was more than $4500. “This will buy you some nice looks, Mason.” “I want to look good for you, Mike. I want you to desire me, because…. I think I am beginning to desire you.” I could tell this was all new to Mason, the closeness of friendship. “Mason, I don’t how I could desire you more. I see how difficult it is for you to express feelings of friendship. You are very brave and strong to be able to put your new feelings into words. I will try to be worthy of the innocence of your trust.” I put my arm around his solid shoulder and we walked back to the car to drive home. As we approached the parking spot, four thugs appeared in our path. Each was rather large and imposing with black tank tops and pants that displayed their football-player sized bodies. One spoke, “This the dude who won all that on roulette?” Another replied, “Yeah, quite a bundle, too. More than he needs for himself. Hand it over, kid.” I began to stammer with fear, ”W..We don’t want any trouble, please.” Mason stepped forward, “I think you had better leave the area before you get hurt.” My t-shirt was slowly getting tighter on Mason’s body as he expanded his musculature. “The only ones getting hurt are gonna be you two if you don’t hand over that money,” said one as he brought a crow bar from behind his back. A thick heavy chain appeared in one thug’s hand, while another produced a huge pipe wrench. The last one was beating a baseball bat in his palm. “I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with assholes. Show ‘em, Mason,” I encouraged. The parking lot was suddenly filled with the thunder of muscles expanding. “MMMAaahhhhnnnnmmmmfffftttt!” My shirt was shredded to tatters as Mason’s muscles erupted to superheavyweight bodybuilder size and beyond. Each muscle was hard and defined and huge. He caused me to be aroused with his power. He caused them to freeze in panic. Mason walked over and took the baseball bat from the zombie who held it. He placed one hand on each end and slowly brought them together. The bat was stressed beyond its limit and shattered into splinters as Mason’s hands closed together, leaving splinters and saw dust. He turned to the hood with crowbar and wrenched it easily from his hands. Holding the bent end in his right hand, Mason squeezed the already bent end further until it was pressed against itself in his fist. Holding the other end securely, he then rolled his wrist over from facing up to facing down, bending the crowbar over on itself, grabbing another length of bar and squeezing it in his hand. Then he rolled his hand back facing up, bending another length into his hand. He continued the entire length of the 3 foot crow bar until it was all folded like an accordion in the palm of his right hand. Then he squeezed even harder and metal oozed out from each end of his hand. When he let go, he held a glob of metal that looked sorta like a dumbbell, which he dropped on the floor. The others stood comatose as he reached for the long heavy chain. It was 8 feet long and used for towing heavy equipment. Each end had a big hook for attaching it. Mason hooked the ends together and squeezed the hooks closed tightly so they would not come apart. He then flipped half the chain over with a twist creating a double ring of chain that was now about 4 feet around. Lifting the heavy loop off the ground, he stuck his right arm in the loop, hanging off his bicep. With a snide smile he began to pump his fist, causing his forearm to explode with veins and sinew, and his bicep to fill the hole with each clench. When his forearm was about 45 inches, his bicep began to tighten the double ring of chain. Now he smiled broadly as he brought his arm up to flex. The heavy chain creaked and popped as the links were force to adjust to Mason’s expanding mountain of muscle. Each groan of metal became higher in pitch as the chain tighten around the much harder rock of bicep and tricep that kept growing as his hand was brought up higher. The 4 feet of double chain length was completely expanded and individual links were beginning to deform against his mammoth monolith of muscle. His muscle was too hard to be pressed inward by the chain. It was pressing the chain into a new form as his bicep expanded further. The unheard of strength of Mason’s bicep continued to grow and stretch the chain past its 4 foot circumference and caused the chain links to deform and fuse to each other. Now over 5 feet long, the double chain could take no more and burst into dozens of fragments, leaving Mason’s bicep towering over 65 inches around. Two of the goons passed out with stains on their shorts. The guy with the pipe wrench approached Mason and bestowed the giant wrench upon him with a reverential bow. Mason took the wrench and twisted open the jaws as far as they would go, leaving an opening large enough to accommodate a 6-inch pipe. What happened next is not possible. Mason leaned back a bit and sighed deeply, from his gut. My sweat pants he was wearing, tented hugely and his enormous cock burst through the stretchy fabric like it was wet tissue, exposing the most muscular and huge dick on the planet. His girth and head size was phenomenal as it continued to expand to his will. Before it became too large, he brought the wrench to the head of his cannon and secured it for applying turning pressure. I had to stop and process the size of the wrench and the size of his dick being the same. Mason grabbed the 2 foot long handle and began to turn it. The jaws tried to grip more tightly at the veins and muscle striations. Mason pulled harder and the handle began to bend while his shaft remained stiff and the jaws of the wrench didn’t move. Mason pulled harder on the handle and it snapped, leaving the jaws clamped on his mammoth dick head. “Watch this Mike,” he spoke to me personally. I would learn to anticipate wonder when he spoke those words. “Just a little flex.” With the explosive power of a grenade, Mason’s dick head flexed and the jaws of the pipe wrench burst apart and imbedded in opposite concrete walls about a foot deep. The other two assholes passed out. Adjusting his sweatpants and junk back to normal, Mason remarked, “Sorry about your shirt and pants, Mike. Guess we both need new clothes. OK if we go to the mall tomorrow? You look like you could use some time to absorb what just happened.” He was right as usual. That was the first time I’d witnessed first-hand the power this God of mine possessed. I know he talked about being able to do anything, but this was way beyond what I imagined, what any human brain could imagine. I was mesmerized and scared by his powers. “Are you OK, Master Mike?” “Huh, yeah, sure,” I managed to barely respond. “It’s just… you are… unbelievable. I know you told me you could do anything, but squeezing a crowbar with one hand, breaking a 4-foot double chain by stretching it by pumping your bicep, and exploding a huge pipe wrench with a flex of your dick head is not humanly possible. What are you?” “I thought I was your friend, Mike, doing what you wanted,” he said with a tone of rejection. “Can we go home now?” We both stepped over the passed-out goons and got in my car. I managed to drive us home somehow in silence. I sat in the car in a daze still, when my door opened and Mason lifted me out of the car and carried me inside. His embrace was warm and stimulating as he was still shirtless. Being held like a babe next to his pillows of pectorals was delightful. When we got back to my place I wandered from room to room, unsettled by my outburst that set us apart. Mason noticed my uneasiness. “You seem troubled, Master,” he addressed me formally. “What can I do to ease your distress?” I broke down in tears, “I am so sorry I reacted so poorly to your saving my life. I didn’t realize how scared I was at being mugged. And when I actually saw how much strength and power you really have, and that you were going to protect me, I was overwhelmed. Please forgive me,” I sobbed. “I think I’m falling in love with you, and I don’t know what that really means.” Now I was the inexperienced one, struggling to be aware of and to share my feelings. Mason walked over to me and picked me up gently like a child. His chest was still without a shirt, warm, solid, full of veins and ridiculously striated. I melted in his strong arms and began rubbing his pectoral peaks, letting my fingers settle in the muscle valleys. Mason’s chest came alive and surged and pulsed as he slightly bounced his pecs, causing my dick to surge and pulse, also. “I don’t know what it means either, Michael,” he spoke as he ever-so gently hugged me. “I so want to be your friend, Mason.” “Not my lover?” came his reply with a raised eyebrow. I did my double-take, instantly realizing he was attempting the same joke again. I reacted by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling my lips to his. We kissed like I have never kissed before. His embrace and warm tongue were so inviting. My inexperienced passion overcame me and I ravaged him, after which I was a bit embarrassed. “I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me like you, Michael.” I noticed he used my full name again. “In the past I was required to perform at the whim of my masters, with them watching with others or fearfully engaging me. I have not had a partner like you, who wants to share himself with me, who accepts me, and who….loves me.”

Report by Lt. Strawmeadow into superpowered humans of history Following a discussion with Col. Albermarle, commanding officer of this garrison, I have been conducting an investigation into the following questions: Do superpowered humans exist in the world? Are any of them British Are they useful for the British military. In summary I believe the answers are yes, yes and yes, but will explain in detail for each one. The first super powered human I encountered in my research was that of Hugo Danner. Hugo was born in 1900 to Professor Abednego Danner and his wife, Matilda on Christmas Day. You may remember, sir, that in a past report that Professor Danner's name was mentioned as one of the pioneers of research into alkaline radicals that were said to increase the strength and endurance of something, but that after 1900 no papers were found. I believe that it was Hugo's birth that caused this. I had to liaise with our colleagues in America as it turns out he signed up for service during World War One and became quite the mascot and it was during that research I came the conclusion that super powered humans do exist. This is a copy of a note that was written by Hugo's commanding officer when he signed up in 1914: After completing his schooling, he attended Webster University in St. Louis, and although they were a little questionable about why I wanted to know about him they did state that during his time there he was their star athlete. He broke the world record for the mile (clocking a time of 24 seconds), broke the world high jump record (40 feet) as well as the world long and triple jump records (200ft and 400ft respectively), however in 1913 he killed an opposing player in an American football game and was quietly dismissed from the college where he joined the American navy. When he joined they came him a full physical and determined that he was 6ft tall and although from the look of him you would expect him to weigh 155lbs, he actually weighed 211lbs. In 1914, his boat was trapped in France at the outbreak of the war and as a result he was roped into the French Foreign Legion where some of the feats he displayed beggared belief. He covered thirty seven miles in about half an hour whilst carrying all the supplies for his unit (weighing about two thousand pounds), Bullets seemed to just bounce off him and if he was ever injured, as he was by an artillery shell in 1916, the worst he suffered was a slight headache after waking up in the hospital (with his wounds all healed). These powers came him an idea and he spent the next two years planning it. I happen to have a summary of them here. He would train to become a pilot and then volunteer to fly a plane, loaded with bombs, as far into Germany as the fuel would allow. Once the plane crashed, he would run (still carrying the plane and bombs on his back) to Berlin, strangle the Kaiser, killing the generals and bringing down all the buildings (in the same style as Samson). This plan was stopped when the Treaty of Versailles was signed (incidentally on the day he was going to enact this plan) and so returns to the United States to try and fit ( (as a steel mill worker, bank teller, farm hand and even standing for election in the congressional elections of 1920 as a disarmament candidate) but his stature (6ft 5 and almost 280lbs) puts people off, so in the end he offers himself to a history professor who is doing a dig on the Mayan culture in the Yucatan. There, he discovers that the Mayans had discovered the same thing as his father (helped by taking on board what the Egyptians had found out) and when his great strength is displayed to the professor by accident, it is suggested that he creates a new race of human dubbed "the sons of Dawn" that would put the world on the straight and narrow. Hugo, initially agrees, and starts work to recreate the formula that his father used but as time goes on he worries that these sons would be ostracised by the world as he was and so, during a thunderstorm prays to God to help him in his quandary. His wish is granted in a way, as he is killed by a lighting bolt and when the professor finds him seventy two hours later, he finds a sheet of paper nearby that is completely charred and I can only assume that had the formula on it. The professor buried Hugo in Mayan temple where I can only assume he still lies and therefore might be able to undergo DNA analysis There are not many representations of Hugo, but I managed to find this painting that is entitled "Death of the Son of Dawn" and is clearly based on the tale of Hugo's death

This was spawned by something that I have just written. Back in 2012 I wrote a version of "Around the World in Eighty Days" where I was able to take part in the story. When it came to rescuing Aouda from the worshippers of Kali I blindly agree to let Passepartout hypnotise me into becoming a Victorian Hero. He does so again, in my version of "Journey to the Centre of the Earth", where I clearly make an impression on Axel Lidenbrock (Otto's nephew) so that at the end of the story he stands up to his uncle and announces that he's going to marry his ward. In the third in the series based on "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" I find that Axel has written a pulp fiction magazine all about the Victorian Hero and this story is meant to be how that magazine's first edition would have looked like. Chapter One "Please, hurry my man, I fear that this storm is getting worse!" As the coachman cracked the whip carrying the carriage of the Lady Southam, the storm that seemed to have been following them all the way from Coventry increased in intensity. For Lady Southam, it was the worse possible time to travel. She was heavily pregnant with Lord Southam's first child, a possible heir to the title, and although her doctor had permitted her travelling to their home in the heart of the Warwickshire countryside, the storm that was battering them seemed to appear out of nowhere. Suddenly, without any warning, a streak of green filled the sky and a rock, the size of a melon, crashed into the road in front of them exploding and scaring the horses so much that it took every ounce of strength by the coachman and his skills to prevent the carriage from toppling over. Jumping down, he rushed to his passenger and said "Are you all right, my lady!". Lady Southam nodded and his concerned alleviated, the coachman investigated the now smoking hole in the road. As he peered into the hole, the rock at the bottom of it was still glowing green and gingerly fishing it out with a handkerchief he tossed it from hand to hand until it was cool enough to handle. Presenting it to Her Ladyship, he resumed his place and avoiding the hole in the road made top speed to Southam Hall. Lord Southam was overjoyed to hear of his wife's safe arrival and to thank the coachman for his efforts, he presented him with a golden sovereign (more than the coachman would earn in a year). The coachman bowed and as he returned to his coach, he looked at the sovereign in delight but as he put it in his pocket and chuckled to himself he felt different. He felt stronger, stronger than the time when he wrestled Big Brute, the county's biggest all in fighting champion. As he cracked the whip and headed back to Leamington, his mind started to fill with wonders beyond his wildest imagination. He was inventing things that would revolutionise the world, he would become an engineer and bring his family out of the poverty they had been stuck in for centuries. As he roared with delight, his jacket started to bulge, he never thought for a moment that he would not be the only superman born that day.

You & I: The Hotel Room I approach the door to your room, wondering at my own bravery or cowardice about accepting this invitation, but your picture was too unbelievable to ignore. Did a real man - or a real human being - look like that? Was anyone that beautiful? Curiosity, then, lead me here. You said you had seen me in the bar, and you wanted to meet me. You wanted us to meet. I was unsure about all of this, the text message from someone I had never met (how had you even gotten my number in the first place?) the promises of experiences beyond my wildest fantasies, and then that picture of Your body! I figured you must have been spending some serious time at the gym - or in front of a computer Photoshopping the living hell out of that image. I usually had a strict rule about seeing someone’s face, but with a body like that, I made an exception. You looked flawless in that small image on my phone screen. I kept pinching and zooming in to look for seams in the image, or pixelated parts where you hadn’t been careful with his editing but I couldn’t find any. If that was a real picture of a real guy, I had to see this in person. Even if nothing else happened, I wanted to look at this guy’s amazing physique and ask him how he’d accomplished such mind-blowing perfection of size and balance! I lifted my hand to rap on the door when I heard a voice - absurdly deep, with a timbre that made somehow made my balls seem to tingle and the hairs on my arms stand on end - say “It’s open.” I put my hand on the knob and turned. You were sitting in a chair at the far end of the room. There was a large, king-sized bed to the right and the room was bright. The curtains were open in front of you, spilling sunlight everywhere and casting your body into silhouette, making it hard for me to see you, initially. Your back was to me, but already I realized that if nothing else, that image you had sent was not lying about your size. Even from across the room, it was clear that you were a huge - or beyond huge - individual. Huge in every way, as well. As my eyes adjusted I could see your back, swollen with distinct muscles, spread a yard wide. You were sitting with the chair backwards, so that you were fully exposed to me as I suddenly realized you were naked. You shifted slightly, jutting your butt out, and I think I even gasped. The spit left my mouth and my eyes probably grew two sizes larger. That butt. It was…awesome. Amazing. Indescribable. I could not move, as if you had mesmerized me with your beautiful, perfect ass. In that moment, I wanted nothing more in the entire world than to worship you. “You know who I am,” you said. Of course! Of course I did! Why hadn’t I realized when I looked at your image? You were…the one! That guy! Who else would be that huge, that broad, that impossibly and improbably built? I knew who you were, and now I wondered why I had been the lucky one to be summoned int your godlike presence. Then you spoke again, spoke in that voice that felt like sex, and you said, “I’m going to turn around.” My heart flipped in my chest and I tried to swallow. I could not move, I could not breathe. I was going to be given the privilege of seeing you in person. Of being near you. “Yeah,” I managed to answer, a single syllable. You turned your head slightly, so that I could almost see your face. Your handsome face. Your beautiful face. Your godlike face. “Are you gonna be okay?” I was again shocked at the sound of your voice. It made me want to come. My dick was already swelling with heat and size. “What?” You turned away again, perhaps understanding the impact the mere hint of your beauty was having on my body. “Are you gonna be okay? If I turn around?” God, I wanted to look at you. There was now nothing more I wanted than that, to be able to look at you there, across the room. “Yeah.” You stood up. And up. And up. I knew who you were and I knew you were the most beautiful and powerful man on the planet, but your size was still shocking to me. My brain was spinning, or was it the room? My legs felt weak and I could not seem to catch my breath. “I’m going to turn around now,” you said. God, your voice. The power! “I should warn you.” “Warn me?” “Yes.” You began to turn towards me, to reveal yourself to me, to allow my eyes to look upon your superhuman perfection. My heart was beating very fast and the world seemed to slow its pace as you turned your naked body and your handsome face towards me. All at once, like lightning, I realized that any former description of you, any fantasy or dream that someone had of you, that I had about you, could not dare to touch the reality of you. My god. My god. Stars erupted in my eyes as I tried to look at you. My dick plumped with a suddenness I had never experienced, as if you had reached across the room and touched me there, at the core of my lust and desire, and pulled come from my balls to splatter and splash inside my pants. Darkness enveloped me, but you seemed to glow. Your majesty and perfection was all I could see. Did you smile? Did you smile for me? I could not see for the beauty of you. You had blinded me to anything and everything else. So much power, so much strength. The lines of your perfect body, swollen with perfect muscle. Your arms, your chest, your stomach, your legs. Were you glowing? Was your strength so powerful that it emanated from you? Was your beauty so total that your mere physical presence could not contain it? You seemed to expand to fill the entire room. My eyes danced across the beauty of you, every inch of you, every millimeter. Naked before me. And your face. Your godlike face. Perfection. I was swimming in warm water. I was with someone, someone I couldn’t quite see or touch. But I knew who they were. I knew it was you, there in my dream with me, a man too perfect to look upon, a man possessed of such power and strength that being near you was like being near a lodestone that drew me towards you. Irresistible and undeniable. I wanted to hear you speak, again. I wanted to experience that sensation of having some part of you inside me, doing things to me with your power, to hear your voice in my head and feel its power tug on my cock and lick my balls. “Wake up.” I was pulled from the warm water back into your room. I was on the bed, now, but I didn’t know how I had gotten there, or what had happened. “You can look at me without fainting.” That voice. Your voice. The power and beauty of it! I doubted that those words were true but I wanted to look at you. My god, I wanted it so badly. That was all I wanted to do, because the reality of your perfection was stronger than my memory of it. I forced my eyes open to look at you again. You were there, over me, looking at me. I nearly came again. How was it possible that such a man existed? But of course you did exist, because there you were. All I had to do was reach my hand forward to touch you and prove the reality of you, the impossible reality of your perfection. “Your eyes are blue,” you said. “Bright blue, like the sky.” Were they? Of course they were! People often remarked on my eyes, wondering at their unnatural color. I nodded slightly, tongue-tied by your handsome face. “You are naked like me,” you said. Yes. Naked. I want to be naked with you. “We are always naked, because everyone expects it. No one wishes us to hide our perfection. Not a single inch of it.” My perfection. It could not match his, of course, but I was proud of the way I looked, and the way others reacted to me. No one objected to my state of constant nudity, at my exposed cock and balls, at my bare ass, because I was beautiful. Like a work of art made flesh. Like a beautiful statue carved by an Italian master. Even so, I could not compare to him. No matter how beautiful I was, he was perfect. “How much do you weigh?” you asked me. I opened my mouth, almost embarrassed to report my weight to you, because you were so massive and so powerful, but I told you because you asked me. You smiled, then, repeating my weight back to me. “You weigh two hundred and seventy-five pounds.” Yes, I was very big by most standards. “Nearly all of it is muscle.” I loved my body. I loved its muscle. I could feel it now, its weight and hardness and strength, feel it along my arms and legs. “You have 8% body fat.” I was proud that I had worked so hard to achieve this level of development. I had won contests. I was stronger than anyone I knew - except for you. No one was as strong as you. “How tall are you?” I told you to the inch. You smiled (almost causing me to come again) and nodded. “You’re six feet nine inches tall.” You said. I usually towered over everyone I met. I entered a room head and shoulders above everyone else. I loved being tall and powerful. I wanted more. “Do you like being that tall?” “I… I wish I was taller.” “Six ten?” “Even taller,” I admitted. I could deny you nothing. “Seven feet tall.” “You are seven feet tall,” you said. Something shifted or snapped. God, I loved being this gigantic muscular god. I loved being naked all the time. I loved to show off my power and my beauty. Your lips were moving again. I loved watching you speak. I loved hearing your voice. “And you weigh…” “Three hundred pounds,” I said. I had been so proud - so excited! - when I finally surpassed that milestone. Seven feet tall and three hundred pounds, but still an insignificant insect in the presence of this god of might and beauty. “Yes. You do. You weigh three hundred pounds.” You moved your hand to my head and brushed back some stray hair, looking intently into my bright blue eyes. “Your face,” you said. “Have you always been so handsome?” My heart swelled with love and happiness. I could hardly believe the words you were saying to me. “Am I?” “Yes,” you repeated, “you are.” My dick, proudly exposed in its glory for all to see, began to throb and swell with pride and love. I wanted your approval. I wanted your attention. And now you were complimenting me - me! - when your own physical perfection was unsurpassed. “The way your blue eyes are set off by the short, jet black hair on your head. Your strong, squared jawline gives you such a masculine demeanor. And I like the way you maintain that shadow of stubble, the way it enhances your intense beauty.” I blushed. “I always thought I had large ears,” I said, because it was quite true. I remembered looking at my handsome face in mirrors and scowling at those ears. “No,” you said, “they’re beautiful. They stick out slightly,” you agreed, “but that gives me something to hold on to when you’re sucking my cock.” At the mention of it, the mention of your beautiful and magnificent prick, my own pulsed and swelled with recognition and desire. My god, I loved your cock, and I loved to feel it swelling and hot inside my mouth as I sucked you with earnest lust. I loved it in my hand, to stroke it and squeeze it and marvel at its beauty and masculine power. “You love to suck cock,” you said matter-of-factly, because it was true. It was undeniable. I loved to suck cock! “You’re an expert. It’s as if you were born to do it, the way we fit together. I’m often amazed at the ease with which you can accommodate me all the way to the root of my cock. Every foot of me.” Every foot. Your massive, amazing cock! “And then when I come, when my magic balls finally pump the thick, hot flood of cream I can produce in endless supply, you swallow every drop.” Now I wanted him very badly. My whole body heated up with desire. My muscles, mighty and powerful, flexed and tensed. I moved to sit up on the bed to gaze upon it, the object of my sudden, unquenchable desire. It was true, I had some marvelous innate talent for blowing other guys. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sucking on cock. As I walked this world in my naked glory, as I met men of every variety, I would suck their cocks and they would come inside my mouth and gasp and scream and shout because no one - no one on the entire planet - was as good as I was. But no one’s cock could possibly compare to yours. And no one could deliver the massive loads of hot cream for me to guzzle like you could. I was insatiable for your come. I wanted to suck your dick until you started blasting fat ropes of salty, delicious spunk down my throat. “Every drop,” you said. “No matter how much we do it, or how much I come, you can take it all.” “I can,” I agreed proudly, anxiously. My hands curled into fists to stop myself from reaching forward and taking your cock without your permission. I looked down at it and could imagine its taste - your taste - your musky, masculine essence inside my mouth. “How big is it?” I asked. “Sixteen inches long,” you said. “Thicker than any other man’s cock in the world.” I knew it to be true. “Sixteen…” I watched your cock swell. “Soft,” you added needlessly. Because of course when you became hard, when your majestic and impossible and beautiful cock finally revealed itself, you were feet long. “But when I am aroused - particularly by you, because we are lovers and you are my perfect match - I grow inches longer. Inches thicker.” “Inches,” I repeated, remembering the sensation of swallowing your monster with ease and lust, and the feeling of your hard heat inside me. “And you swallow every inch.” You placed your warm hand against my broad, naked chest, rubbing your thumb against my nipple. “You’ve always told me that your nipples are very sensitive.” Sudden hard thunderous eruptions of pure sex emanated now from your touch and rumbled throughout my entire muscular form, zeroing in on my dick and sending erotic pulses of heavy sexual power into it. “Yes,” I whispered. “They are.” I could almost not withstand this attention. You continued to play with one nipple - just one - but the sensational eruptions of sexual bliss continued to rock my naked form. “Probably because your chest is so large.” I looked down where you were rubbing my nipple to look at my massive pecs. “It is.” Some had said my chest was outsized, that it was so massive that it looked ludicrous on my body, but I wanted it that way. I wanted a huge chest - two massive globes of powerful muscle, like bands of steel under my skin - because you wanted me that way. You began to describe my chest, and I swelled with pride that I could please you. My chest was a swollen mass of muscle, gifted with two intensely sensitive nipples nestled among the manly fur. “I can make you come if I play with your nipples.” I swooned and closed my eyes, feeling a sudden urge to pump a fat fountain of cream all over my chest. I could feel my prick swell and lengthen. “Your twelve-inch cock,” you said. Was it twelve? Did I own a foot-long length of meat? That didn’t seem right. I would remember something like that. “Twelve…?” “No,” you corrected. “Your fourteen-inch cock.” Yes. That was what I owned. That was what swelled up from between my thickly muscled thighs. A fourteen-inch prick, that I showed off with pride as I wandered the world in naked, unashamed glory. My fourteen-inch cock that was even now plumping and pushing as you continued to twist and rub and pinch my nipple. “I want to suck your cock,” I told you, because I did. I always did. It was all I ever dreamed of, and all I ever wanted. I was the world’s champion cocksucker, and you owned the world’s champion cock. “I understand,” you said, and I was bathed in your approval, “but first I want you to stand up.” I agreed and moved to obey, wanting nothing more than to please you, my god of sex and power. My body felt very heavy, but strong. I remembered that I was seven feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds, all of it muscle, with my heavy, massive chest and my fourteen-inch cock. I leaned up and stood on my feet before you, in awe of your massive size and incomparable beauty. I nearly came again, being this close to you, and felt pride and lust surge inside me as you looked at me. “Eight-pack abs,” you said. Yes. I owned an eight-pack, in perfect rows on my belly. My cock swelled and a sizzle of pre erupted up its length and poured forth from me in sheer joy at your attentions. “Turn around, please,” you asked, and I moved to obey, overwhelmed with bliss at my ability to please you. I could practically feel your gaze upon my naked body. I could feel it move across my back and down and zero in on my butt, like you were pouring warm water on my skin. “Your ass is beautiful,” you said, and I felt chills of joy at the sound of your voice. You touched me, then, and my cock plumped up even harder, if that’s possible. You cupped your wide, strong hands against the meat of my ass and said, “Your ass is round and thick and hard. Your ass may be the only thing on your body as large as your chest.” I thought of all the work I had done, the thousands of squats and the tonnage of weight that I used to push mass into my butt. I knew that it was huge, two large, round balls of muscle I paraded in my naked splendor like awards of achievement. Yes, I thought, my ass is glorious. You moved your warm touch to the outer edges of each rounded hump, remarking, “I love these deep dimples on the side, which attest to the power your ass possesses.” I tensed the muscle and made the masses plump and jut, two engines built for thrusting. “It’s a powerful ass, made for fucking.” Yes! Yes. For fucking. When I fuck someone, I fuck them hard and deep. I shove my fourteen-inch python inside their ass and pump them until they scream with pleasure. My ass is a fuck machine. My ass is amazing. “But this,” you said, moving your hands back together over the meat of my buttocks, sliding your powerful touch between the bulbous engines, “is the true miracle of your ass. Here,” you said, pushing the knob of your finger at the soft, wet, hungry hole at the center of my ass, “where you welcome me inside, the velvet grip of your ass, the control you finesse over our fuck, the way you’re able to control every inch, every millimeter as I push inside you and deliver thunderous throbbing erotic pulses of pure, unending sexual bliss until I release the flood of hot cream into your welcoming guts and you experience an orgasm so powerful that you nearly pass out - this is the most amazing part of your entire body.” My god was paying tribute to me. My god praised me and I was washed in his praise like sunlight. Yes, I thought, my heart exploding, my cock swelling bigger still, yes, you inside me, you fucking me, your perfect and beautiful cock sliding into my body where I could show how much I loved you, make manifest my love for you, worship the perfect tool of your perfect masculine power and suck on your sex with my talented and hungry ass. I can remember every fuck I have ever had from you, and each one was more glorious and perfect than the last. Other men may fuck me, for my ass is a tool of perfect pleasure, a velvet vise that welcomes men inside and provides unending tides of bliss as I massage and grip and stroke and fuck. My ass, the ass you gave me, but made only for you. You rubbed your digit against me and I opened myself to you and pulled your touch inside me. No matter what part of your perfection touched me, it was always the same. I groaned with deep sexual bliss and wanted to pull your whole body into mine, to show you how much I worship you, to give you all the pleasure it is possible for my body to give. “Thank you,” I managed to say. My god, my lover, my only. “Do you love me?” you asked. If it were possible for me to explode with love, I would have done so in that moment. “Yes,” I said, “I love you.” Of course I love you. I love you like I love no other. I love you with my soul and my life, and worship you with my eyes and my body. You bent your lips and pressed your mouth to mine. I felt you push your tongue inside my mouth, as long and thick and hot as a pliable prick, pushing yourself deeply inside me. I groaned again. I could not help it. You pulled me around, taking me into your powerful arms and pressed your naked body against mine. Your skin was like nothing I had ever felt, and I ached at the sensation of its perfection against mine. My fat cock surged with heat and I felt a fresh flow of honey erupt between us as we kissed, a kiss of perfect passion and deep desire and eternal love. I felt your hands stroke my body, and I tensed and flexed to display for you all the strength that was swelling in every ounce. Our mouths parted after some minutes, and you said, “I love you, too.” I could feel you between us, your heat and strength, centered on the tool of your ultimate power. I needed to show you how much I loved you. I needed to display my love for you, to deliver all the perfect bliss I was capable of giving, and to do so in the most perfect manner I knew. “Can I suck your dick?” You smiled. Your face was too beautiful to withstand. “I have a better idea,” you said. I wondered what you would ask of me, and I was only too eager to provide it. We stood in that room, our naked perfect bodies pressed against each other, my dick throbbing and pulsing and pumping sweet deliveries of warm honey in worship of you. “Let’s fuck.” “Yes.” God, yes. My asshole trembled and tingled with fear and anticipation. I wanted you inside me, but you were so huge. Would it hurt? Why did I doubt this? Had you ever hurt me? “But remember what happened last time,” you said. “Last time?” I could not remember the last time, but surely there had been a last time. I searched my memory of us together. You bent your lips to my ear, I could feel your warm breath against my skin and I closed my eyes and swooned, and you whispered, “Last time I fucked you…I fucked you so good, you gained twenty-five more pounds of muscle.” You smiled. “I remember,” I said. Of course. How could I have forgotten? The strange and amazing sensation of swelling with power as you pushed yourself inside me, as if every pump of your massive cock was pushing muscle along my limbs and making me bigger and stronger. I looked down at my massive chest. I controlled its muscle, made myself bulge and dance for you, made the mass of power display its control, flexing the impossible amount of thick muscle bulging from my upper body. “I think it was all here,” I joked. I pushed my pecs towards each other, flexing hard. The depth of the valley between my chest muscles increased by inches. Now you smiled, as well. “Maybe it was,” you agreed. “Do you think that’ll happen again?” I was hopeful to relive that experience. I could feel the sensation of growth and the increase of mass in my mind, the memory of it, but I longed to actually feel it again. “There’s an easy way to find out.” I felt your monster stretch to its full, awesome, impossible extents. Your mastery over it was total. You had but to desire it to grow and it obeyed, just as I obeyed, just as everyone obeyed in the presence of your perfect beauty and power. I dropped to my knees before you, moving my hands to hold your impossible and beautiful prick and began to lap against its inches, bathing you with spit. Though you had not allowed me to fully pleasure you, to take you inside me and bring you to eruption, I was determined to show you just what I could do even given this simple task. I knew that I would have to prepare you as fully as possible, so that I could be prepared for you as well. I gave your meat a tongue bath that you would never forget, slathering warm spit across every inch of your rock-hard erection as I stroked and worshiped you with my strong hands. Your prick glistened, dripping with my spit. I looked up at your perfect face and licked my lips, finally satisfied with my preparations. “I think you’re ready,” I said. I tried grasping the fat shank of your incredible cock in my hand. I squeezed hard. You tensed against me and grew even larger. I could not dent your massive cock with all my strength. “Are you?” you answered. Did you read the trepidation I was feeling on my face? Your massive meat rose before me - I was literally faced with your size and power. I could smell you, though, which made the heat of desire rise inside me and made my ass tingle and throb. There was no other cock in the world to compare to yours. No other man had its size, its power, its strength, and its ability to push so far inside me that I would scream from sheer pleasure as you found something that no other man could. “You know what I always admire about you?” you asked me. I stood up, attempting to match his bravado. “My overwhelming charm?” I joked. I moved my hand over the massive muscle of my chest, across my eight-pack abs, through the thick forest of my pubic bush and grasped my own thick hard-on. “Your…unique flexibility.” Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten? My body was large and powerful, yes, but also magically supple and elastic. Even with muscles so large and a frame so tall, it was amazing what I could do. I moved back to the bed and lay upon it facing him. Then I reached down to grasp an ankle in each hand and slowly, effortlessly, split myself apart before your watchful and admiring gaze. I felt my muscles stretch and pull, reveling in the feeling of this massive body obeying my desires without effort. I pulled my legs apart, wider and wider, opening my hole to your lustful gaze and welcoming your throbbing meat inside where I knew it would deliver its mind-blowing thrusts of pure sex over and over until I could take it no more. And then I would grow for you. Somehow, I knew it would happen. You smiled at me and moved one hand onto your hard-on. I watched the muscles lining the limb flare and bulge as you used your unrelenting strength to point your steel rod towards me. A fat gob of honey swelled at the eye of your massive snake and grew thick and heavy until it drooled from you onto me, dropping perfectly onto my hungry hole. My god, the feeling. It was just the slightest kiss of your sexual prowess, but it sizzled and tingled and throbbed like a hundred cocks. I felt my cock pulsing hard, constant throbs against my belly. I was drooling my own supply of honey that dripped across my massive chest and drained into the deep valley like a river. “Fuck me,” I said, I asked, I begged you. “I need you to fuck me.” I was beyond need. I was beyond lust. I would’ve paid any price, now, to feel you inside me. You moved your hands along the length of my outstretched legs. I trembled at your touch. “Your skin is so smooth and warm, so supple and sensual, like silk.” Others had said that to me, surprised that a man so big and rough had such soft and supple skin. I groaned pleasure at your praises and tried not to explode with cream. You bent closer and I felt the fat knob of your steel-hard erection kiss my ass. You moved yourself inside me with slow finesse, wanting to draw out this meeting and allow me to feel every fat inch as you entered. But I was anxious, I tried to pull you in. My ass was made for fucking. Made to fuck and to be fucked. I knew how to control it with ease and my own finesse, and I pulled against you with all my strength. Your cock became surrounded by the tight, velvet glove of my muscular body and I stroked you, sucked on you, licked you with tongues where no tongues existed. I looked up and watched you close your eyes and sigh before you finally began to thrust yourself all the way inside me, to the thick hilt of your massive meat. I could feel every fucking millimeter of your magical, massive prick as you effortlessly and perfectly pleasured me as no other man could. You leaned down over me, continually fucking my perfect ass, supporting your weight on your powerful arms and pushed your mouth against mine. You were hungry with lust, and I felt our twin tongues of unbelievable length and talent dance inside our mouths. You fucked me deeply and truly as we shared that kiss, and I lifted my arms to wrap them around your wide, muscular torso, lifting my body to your body. I wanted - needed - to feel the mind-blowing sensation of your skin against mine. We fucked and we fucked, minutes or hours or days, and then you suddenly shoved yourself home without preamble or announcement and exploded inside me! I could feel my guts warmed as you began to pump heavy fountains of hot cream over and over, pushing inside then pulling fat inches of your meat from my hungry and eager ass before shoving back in and exploding again. And again. And again. You came inside me. “Remember what happened last time,” you had warned. But I wanted this. I wanted to grow for you, to become more powerful still, bigger and stronger for you. And then I felt it. I felt it begin. A surging heat inside my arms and legs, wrapped around you as you fucked me, pushing your come inside me. I felt it in my butt and my chest. I felt my body begin to change. I looked at your handsome face, your godlike face, and smiled, and grinned, and laughed. “I can feel it,” I told you, wanting you to know what you had done to me. You smiled back, never stopping your magical fuck for a moment. “I can see it,” you said. I was swelling with fresh muscle. New fibers were multiplying into new bands, stretching across the mammoth expanse of my superhuman, outsized chest, growing fatter cables of thick power. My nipples, sensitive as pricks, tingled and throbbed. You were watching me grow with fascination and wonder, and you leaned down and extended your tongue, long and wet and warm, and licked my nipple. I had to groan with sheer bliss and I felt a sudden, overwhelming flash of sex explode inside me and I started to come, sending a fat, hot splash that splattered against your body. You welcomed it as we came together. “Come for me,” you said. “Come gallons of hot cream.” I gasped as I felt the dam break and my balls hurt and felt heavy. My cock grew hot, hotter than the sun, and felt tight and thick and I was suddenly exploding with cream. My cock shot my undeniable load all over both of us in thick ropes, again and again. You came inside me and your magical, muscle-building seed spilled hotly from my hungry ass as my cock kept erupting like some volcanic hose filled with cream. Overwhelmed with the power of the sexual eruption, I moaned and gasped and held onto your massive frame as my uncontrollable orgasm reached new heights, ascending peak after peak, growing stronger with every blast from my prick. “Yes,” you said, you whispered, you comforted, perhaps sensing my fear as the sensation of the orgasmic explosion threatened to overtake me entirely, “this is the most amazing experience of your entire life. You have never felt so perfect, so good, so pure, so masculine and powerful.” “Oh, my god.” I came gain. “How big will you grow?” you asked me. You kept pumping more cream inside me, hot and powerful, to make me swell with size and power and beauty. “Bigger,” I said. Yes. Bigger. That was all I wanted. You smiled with love and pride and watched me grow. “Bigger and bigger.” . . . When you entered my room on that day, you still looked ordinary. I had my back to you so you could see my butt. I had probably spent too much time on my ass if we’re being honest, making sure it was perfect, making absolutely sure it was the most beautiful ass that it was possible for a man to own, but as long as it was there I might as well start with the good stuff, right? You stopped dead in your tracks - like most people do when they meet me. I was sitting in a chair that I’d turned around, with my chest pressed against the back of the chair so I could afford you an unencumbered gaze at my perfect ass. I was also naked. Maybe that’s what stopped you initially, seeing a naked guy in that room in that hotel. But I’m pretty sure it was my ass that kept you immobile. “You know who I am,” I said. I’d modulated my voice so you didn’t automatically cream your jeans. That was a problem initially, but I’d finessed things so my voice was no longer so sexually powerful that I would inadvertently cause a man to spontaneously ejaculate. Now they would only do that if I wished it to happen. But that was never as much fun as more direct involvement. I kept my back to you. No need to make you pass out until I was ready for you - or until I had the chance to prepare you for me. You knew who I was, but that rarely fully prepared someone for the full power of my presence. You didn’t answer initially. Shocked, probably, at my appearance. Even from behind, I’m pretty amazing. I was anxious to get started on you - filling in some details. It helps if I can watch it happen. It helps me get things right, without my imagination running too wild and making me go back in to rewrite some of it later. It’s much harder to rewrite it than the initial suggestions. I’m not certain why, but I assume it has to do with all the connections that occur as a result of my manipulations. Some of them - most of them, really - I can’t predict with certainty. “I’m going to turn around,” I said. “Yeah,” you answered. There was a flutter to your voice. Uncertainty, maybe. Uncertainty about your own feelings at that moment, seeing me. Even if you’ve been aroused by another guy, it was certainly never to the extent that you were feeling it now. “Are you gonna be okay?” I think you swallowed deeply. “What?” I had to smile, and then I had to erase that from my lips. Smiling would almost certainly make your dick explode. “Are you gonna be okay?” I repeated. “If I turn around?” “Yeah,” you said, though there was doubt in your voice. Probably half bravado, half machismo. I could use that. It was always easier to amplify something that already existed instead of inventing it. I stood up, then, and I heard you gasp or swoon. Maybe even groan. I tried to keep my face neutral so I didn’t overwhelm you too much. My body is perfect, but for some reason it’s always my face that makes them really lose their shit. I should probably tone it down, reduce my superhuman beauty and allow them to look at me without popping an instant boner and pumping out fat ropes of cum, but I can’t help myself. I’ve spent too much time and energy getting where I am now to start pulling back from the peak of physical perfection. It’s all so intricate. No one really understands that part. A brushstroke out of place will ruin a masterpiece. There were millions of brushstrokes involved in the construction of my perfection, and I was a bit scared that if I started trying to erase one piece, another might start to fall apart. Like I said, everything’s connected. I stood to my full height, and my head would’ve been brushing the ceiling if I had not already altered the room’s dimensions to accommodate me. I could have easily lifted my muscle-swollen arms and pressed against the room’s limits to allow myself more room, but it was easier to make the adjustments in my head than clean up the mess of deconstructing a building for my personal benefit after the fact. I’d been tempering my strength measurements for a long time, trying hard to find the balance between being able to do whatever I wanted with these muscles of nearly limitless power without accidentally destroying things because I wasn’t cautious enough. Then there was the question of weight, of course. That much physical power and development required some pretty dense muscle fiber, and that all added to my overall weight. No sense in creating so much power in my body if I was cracking concrete with every step. “I’m going to turn around now,” I announced. “I should warn you.” “Warn me?” “Yes,” I said, and then I turned. At first I tried changing outward things, but that proved to be too hard. Making things better for me from the outside had too many variables I couldn’t control, but when I turned the changes on myself, I began to understand how powerful great beauty was. Then, as I improved myself, incrementally at first and then with larger, wholesale changes to every aspect of my physical being, I understood that I could do these things to myself and others would adjust partially anyway, because they wanted so badly to look at me, or hear me speak, or watch me move, or be with me. Then I started making myself over into the man I was now - but there were still adjustments required. Small ones, now, rather than large ones. Constant tinkering had brought me to this level of perfection and power. Initially I thought it would be great to be famous. “Everyone in the world knows who I am,” I said, and then it was true. But that proved to be more trouble than it was worth, so I reversed that and limited it down so I could function among others. “You know who I am,” was usually the first thing I told someone, and it eased our relations and helped them cope with who I was now. Or, “everyone here knows who I am,” and then I could walk around the city and not be causing accidents and fainting spells. Still, people could never be fully prepared for me. I tried being literal like that, saying “people are fully prepared for me,” but that’s not a precise statement. What did it mean, really? I guess free will had something to do with things occasionally going crazy, and I did what I could to resolve those problems. I turned around slowly, because I know that I can cause someone to have a heart attack if they see all of me too fast. My body is perfect. Maybe more than perfect, if there is such a thing. I wonder if everyone sees what I see in the mirror, or if they see their own version of masculine perfection when they look at me. Hard to say, of course, because I can’t see through their eyes. I tried that once, but it doesn’t work. I can change everything, it seems, but I can only be me. That’s a small price to pay, I think. I turned around. I used to say something like “You’re not going to come,” or “you’re not going to faint,” but the result was that their body refused to do the thing it needed to do very badly, causing pain or madness, so now I just turn around. Weird how things work sometimes. Your body shuddered visibly and your eyes rolled up in their sockets. You came, suddenly and ferociously…and then you fainted. I couldn’t help but smile. I lifted you into my arms and placed you on the bed. You were large for an average man, but quite small compared to me. Everyone was, now. Size, like beauty, is another way of overcoming boundaries in others. Sometimes they fear me. Sometimes they worship me. Sometimes both. I knew that your reaction would be swift and powerful, but I had hoped you could withstand the sight of me for longer than a moment. I looked down at my body and felt a strong pulse of sexual desire. I turned myself on, as well. After all, I was only human. My cock throbbed with a sudden, hard pulse of sex. The pulse grew hard and fast and ricocheted through me, as I had designed it to do. Sexual impulses were the most powerful sensation in me, now, and whenever I felt them they would swell to overwhelm every other sensation. I looked down at you and lowered myself to one knee to look more closely at you. I could change you now, of course. All I had to do was speak the words to change anything I wanted to about you. But it was always more…satisfying to do it when you were aware, to watch the initial disbelief melt into realization, and watch your attitude change as your body changed. “Wake up,” I said. Your eyes fluttered slightly as I called you back to reality. “You can look at me without fainting,” I instructed. It was more a suggestion than a command, allowing you to do something rather than requiring it. It works better. I could do nothing to mitigate your intense sexual attraction to me. That was unavoidable. Your eyes opened. “Your eyes are blue,” I said. I watched the ordinary color drain away and be replaced. “Bright blue, like the sky.” Your eyes were azure, almost turquoise now. “You are naked like me,” I observed, and you were, your clothing gone from your body from one moment to the next. “We are always naked, because everyone expects it. No one wishes us to hide our perfection. Not a single inch of it.” “My god,” you whispered, as you looked at my face. “How much do you weigh?” I asked. You blinked slowly, sleepily, and told me. You were still dazed by my beauty. “You weigh two hundred and seventy-five pounds.” Your body began to swell. “Nearly all of it is muscle.” The swelling altered as I spoke the words. “You have 8% body fat.” I cast my gaze along your frame and watched my words become reality. Your legs developed heavy, distinct wedges of muscle. It swelled up under your skin, which suctioned itself against the quickly developing brawn. Your soft belly hardened into a six-pack. Your shoulders stretched wider to accommodate the lobes of fresh, hard power. I watched your body as it continued to swell with power. “How tall are you?” You answered. I nodded. “You’re six feet nine inches tall.” Your frame began to stretch. “Do you like being that tall?” “I… I wish I was taller.” “Six ten?” “Even taller. Seven feet tall.” Your words were groggy. I heard your voice lower as your neck and vocal cords stretched. “You are seven feet tall,” I agreed. You groaned with obvious pleasure as your body changed. “And you weigh…” “Three hundred pounds.” “Yes. You do. You weigh three hundred pounds.” My heart was beating as your dreams turned real. You had a hunger for this, perhaps after seeing me, and my size and power and beauty. I had chosen well. Your body was changing moment by moment, swelling larger and larger. “Your face,” I said. “Have you always been so handsome?” “Am I?” “Yes,” I said, “you are. The way your blue eyes are set off by the short, jet black hair on your head. Your strong, squared jawline gives you such a masculine demeanor. And I like the way you maintain that shadow of stubble, the way it enhances your intense beauty.” “I always thought I had large ears,” you said, quietly, looking at my perfect ears. “No,” I said, “they’re beautiful. They stick out slightly, but that gives me something to hold on to when you’re sucking my cock.” “Your cock?” I nodded. “You love to suck cock. You’re an expert. It’s as if you were born to do it, the way we fit together. I’m often amazed at the ease with which you can accommodate me all the way to the root of my cock. Every foot of me. And then when I come, when my magic balls finally pump the thick, hot flood of cream I can produce in endless supply, you swallow every drop.” “Every…?” You sat up onto your elbows, your six-pack of strong abs swelling suddenly, and looked down at my prick. My perfect, beautiful, thick, long, gorgeous cock. “Every drop,” I repeated. “No matter how much we do it, or how much I come, you can take it all.” “I can,” you said. You looked at my face and offered me a smile. I watched the lines of your visage alter to please me. I watched your brow harden, and your cheeks lift, and your nose become proud. Your chiseled features perfected themselves to please me. You looked again at my prodigious equipment. “How big is it?” “Sixteen inches long,” I said. “Thicker than any other man’s cock in the world.” “Sixteen…” “Soft.” My prick matched my stated dimensions perfectly, lengthening from its former length because I had said so. Swelling to expand beyond any other man’s prick. “But when I am aroused - particularly by you, because we are lovers and you are my perfect match - I grow inches longer. Inches thicker.” “Inches,” you repeated, mesmerized. “And you swallow every inch.” I placed my hand on your chest, the pad of my thumb against your dark, prominent nipple, and rubbed it. “You’ve always told me that your nipples are very sensitive.” “Yes,” you agreed. “They are.” “Probably because your chest is so large.” “It is.” You looked down with pride in your muscular accomplishments as each mound swelled forward with muscle. “It is thick and hard, like two heavy globes of power, swollen with might.” It continued growing, the cleavage increasing as the twin pectoral plates grew fatter with muscle. “I can make you come if I play with your nipples.” Your cock jumped, arching up suddenly. “Your twelve-inch cock,” I added, and I watched it unfurl and swell, the head plumping and ripening. “Twelve…?” “No. Your fourteen-inch cock,” I amended. My heart skipped a beat as the head of your beast reached up to rub its weeping mouth against the back of my hand as I teased your fat nipple. It felt hot against my skin, pumped thick and hard with your blood. “I want to suck your cock,” you reported. Your eyes were closed and your handsome jaw was clenched as you attempted to withhold the massive orgasm I was building, just by tenderly rubbing the stiffening tips of your silver dollar-sized nipples. “I understand,” I said, “but first I want you to stand up.” “Okay,” you said, and I removed my touch from the rubbery point of your supple nipple and stood myself, taking a step back to allow you some room. You moved your legs over the edge of the bed, which was ludicrously small now for your seven-foot frame, and you pitched forward and stood on your powerful legs. I watched your cobblestone belly collapse and the weight of your massive chest hang forward as you gained your feet. Your fourteen-inch prick was rock-hard and wagged like another limb on your majestic and beautiful body. Your six-pack abs, “Eight-pack abs,” I said, watching two new ones swell into existence, inflated and receded as you pulled air into your larger lungs, and I watched your arousal and desire make itself physically manifest when your angry red erection started to drool a flow of pre-cum. “Turn around, please,” I instructed, and you pivoted where you were. “Your ass is beautiful,” I said. I moved my hands onto each rounded hump and gave instruction to you. “Your ass is round and thick and hard. Your ass may be the only thing on your body as large as your chest.” It plumped out into my large hands. The warmth filled my palms. “I love these deep dimples on the side, which attest to the power your ass possesses.” The roundness was deeply offset now by those divots on the side of each protruding muscular mass. “It’s a powerful ass, made for fucking.” “But this,” I said, moving my fingers in between the mounds of your mouth-watering butt, “is the true miracle of your ass. Here,” I said, touching the deep, wet heat of your hole, “where you welcome me inside, the velvet grip of your ass, the control you finesse over our fuck, the way you’re able to control every inch, every millimeter as I push inside you and deliver thunderous throbbing erotic pulses of pure, unending sexual bliss until I release the flood of hot cream into your welcoming guts and you experience an orgasm so powerful that you nearly pass out - this is the most amazing part of your entire body.” I rubbed my finger against you and felt you open to welcome me inside. I realized you were showing me the control I had just described. You groaned and cooed and twisted your head around on your powerful neck to look at me. “Thank you,” you said. “Do you love me?” I asked. This was something I could never control. The physical parts were always easy. The emotional parts, well, that was something no one controlled. “Yes,” you said, “I love you.” I bent my lips and pressed my mouth to yours. I pushed my tongue inside your mouth, as long and thick and hot as a pliable prick, pushing myself deeply inside you. You groaned again. I pulled you around, taking you into my powerful arms and pressed your naked body against mine. My skin was like nothing you had ever felt before. Smooth and warm, and you would never again feel anything as sensual as that. Your fat cock surged with heat and a fresh flow of honey erupted between us as we kissed, a kiss of perfect passion and deep desire and eternal love. I stroked your beautiful body, feeling the strength that was now swelling in every ounce of you. Our mouths parted after some minutes, and I said, “I love you, too.” “Can I suck your dick?” “I have a better idea,” I said. Your elegant and masculine eyebrow arched and your blue, blue eyes sparkled. “Let’s fuck.” “Yes.” “But remember what happened last time,” I said. “Last time?” I bent my lips to your ear, the ear that stuck out slightly in a way I always found so attractive, and whispered, “Last time I fucked you…I fucked you so good, you gained twenty-five more pounds of muscle.” You smiled. “I remember,” you agreed, and you looked down at that massive chest of yours and made it bulge and dance, flexing the impossible amount of thick power attached to your upper body. “I think it was all here.” The depth of the valley between your pecs increased by inches. Now I smiled, too. “Maybe it was,” I agreed. “Do you think that’ll happen again?” “There’s an easy way to find out.” My cock stretched to its full, awesome, impossible extents and you dropped to your knees to lubed up the monster with your talented tongue. Even though it was not a true blow job and you did not swallow me and pleasure me in the manner that I knew you could, I was still in awe of your talents and wondered what you could accomplish. Sometimes I am surprised by the results of my manipulations. My prick was bathed in spit and glistening. You looked up at my perfect face and licked your lips. “I think you’re ready,” you reported, attempting to grasp the fat shank of my incredible cock in your hand and squeeze against me, though I was hard as diamond and thicker than your muscled forearm. “Are you?” I challenged. I must confess that I had my doubts that you would be able to accommodate all of me, even though I had specified that you could - and what it would feel like for both of us. “You know what I always admire about you?” “My overwhelming charm?” you asked, your voice was a sexy growl that reached to my loins and stroked me. “Your…unique flexibility.” You nodded and moved onto the bed, onto your back, grasping your ankles in your hands and pulling your long, thickly muscled legs apart with effortless ease. I watched the muscle stretch and flex and your cock pulsed and throbbed against your abs, showing how intently you enjoyed displaying this aspect I had just given to you. I smiled for you, to show how pleased I was that this was how you imagined us joining together. your body in this position, with your arms and legs stretched wide and your pink, perfect pucker presented like a gift to me, was beyond beautiful. I grabbed my impossibly huge erection and pushed it downward, something no other force on the planet could have accomplished. The mouth of my gleaming wet cock opened and a spill of pre-cum drizzled out like honey, drooling onto the center of your entrance and kissing you with wet heat. You grunted intense pleasure as my essence touched him, tingling like a million fingers and tongues at the tight pucker. I moved myself towards you and touched the tip of my cock to your back door. You opened yourself with incredible finesse like an invitation. “Fuck me,” you said, you asked, you begged. “I need you to fuck me.” I moved my large hands along your muscular legs, so long and powerful, and said, “Your skin is so smooth and warm, so supple and sensual, like silk,” because it was, or it was now. I could feel the pulse of you under my hands. I watched blood pumping along the fat veins that lined your enormous limbs, swollen with strength. I looked down at your ass, your perfect ass, and the tight pink mouth that awaited me. We were two enormous muscular naked men on the bed in that room. You were seven feet high, and I was bigger than that, because I would always be bigger. The door behind me, behind my naked butt, was wide open and anyone who wanted to could stop and watch us, watch me pushing this monster inside of you, watch you groan and cry and whimper, watch my perfect and marvelous ass pump and flex as I thrust myself inside you, deep and true, delivering impossibly powerful pulses of overwhelming sexual bliss that no other man could possibly withstand. They could stand and witness this perfection. I had made you for me, and we were perfect together. I moved myself inside you slowly, and felt you seemingly pulling me with the power of your ass. It was, of course, exactly as I had described it. My cock was surrounded by the tight, beautiful glove of your body and you stroked me, sucked on me, licked me with tongues where no tongues existed. I closed my eyes and sighed in perfect pleasure and began to thrust myself all the way into you, to the thick hilt of my massive meat, feeling every millimeter of my magical, massive prick being effortlessly and perfectly pleasured as no other man could. I leaned down over you, keeping my hips in motion, supporting my weight on my powerful arms and pushing my mouth against yours, hungry with lust, feeling our twin tongues of unbelievable length and talent dance inside our mouths. I fucked you deeply and truly as we shared that kiss, and you lifted your arms and wrapped them around my wide, muscular torso and lifted yourself to my body, wanting to feel the mind-blowing sensation of my skin against yours. We fucked and we fucked and then I decided to come and I shoved myself home and exploded inside you, releasing heavy fountains of hot cream over and over, pushing inside and flooding your guts, then pulling inches of my meat from your hungry and eager ass before shoving back in and exploding again. And again. And again. I came inside you and felt you begin to grow. You looked at my face and smiled, and grinned, and laughed. “I can feel it,” you said, your voice already deepening as your masculine power and muscular strength began to swell even more pronounced and powerful. “I can see it,” I said, because I could. I could see you swelling with fresh muscle. I could see the fibers multiplying into new bands, stretching across the mammoth expanse of your already superhuman chest and growing fatter cables of thick power. yYour nipples spread like ink stains as you grew, and I knew they would be even more sensitive. I leaned down and extended my tongue, long and wet and warm, and licked your widening nipple. You groaned and a fat, hot splash of cum splattered on my body as you erupted, unable to hold back for one more second, the truest expression of your love and desire for me. “Come for me,” I told you. “Come gallons of hot cream.” You gasped and your eyes widened and your cock turned purple and shiny as you suddenly exploded. Your cock became a veritable hose that shot its load all over both of us in thick ropes, again and again. Gallons, I had said, so gallons it would be. Gallons of come from your magical ball sack. Swelling with the milk you produced now until I made you stop. Just like me. I came inside you and my magical, muscle-building seed spilled from your velvet vice as your cock kept erupting like some volcanic hose filled with cream. You moaned and gasped and held onto my massive frame as your uncontrollable orgasm reached new heights, ascending peak after peak, growing stronger with every blast from your prick. “Yes,” I said, “this is the most amazing experience of your entire life. You have never felt so perfect, so good, so pure, so masculineå and powerful.” “Oh, god,” you whispered. You came gain. “How big will you grow?” I whispered. I pumped more cream inside you, more come to make you swell with size and power and beauty. “Bigger,” you said. I smiled and watched your muscles expand. “Bigger and bigger.” I smiled and leaned over you. “You can do this, too.” “What?” you asked. “What can I do?”

I'll be placing the original parts in a different topic. Sorry for any of you who were expecting "My Dad's a Growing Boy" where dad grows to the point that he's filling his son's guest room and his head is touching the ceiling. I wanted to create something different from what I normally do. I've never dabbled in the area of super powers but I just couldnt help myself when so many people are trying it out this summer. Please give any feedback you can so I can figure out how to form my writing with this. It's an old story I thought I'd never look back to. Part 1: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1556-my-dad-is-a-big-boy-re-post/ Part 2: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1560-my-dads-boy-is-a-big-boy/ Part 3: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1569-my-dads-boy-is-a-man/ Part 4: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1595-my-dad-is-a-secret-holder/ Part 5: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1596-my-dad-is-a-cum-fountain/ Part 6: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/1606-my-dad-is-a-room-wrecker/ My skin burned as I was wrapped in a never ending bath of muscle and hair that sent warmth through every body part. I could imagine it all happening from a bird's eye view as I lay pinned by my giant dad. His arms were placed on either side of me and the wide bed, his biceps and triceps bulging on either side of the mattress as he lowered his body, battling his forearms for space. Every other second I wasn't rubbing up against a muscle, he would kiss a body part, sending electricity into me. "Fuck..." I hissed as my cock smacked into what had to be a very low ceiling of man. Like a running faucet, I could feel myself leak pre when Dad leaned into my ear and whispered to me. " I can't…" he growled into my ear as he continued his barrage of kisses and rubs. I gave in the moment I heard him say those words. I moved over his body uncontrollably, licking him in random and hot places that seemed to flex themselves from my touches. The tables slowly turned as dad began to lean back on the bed, causing it to sink as his weight was transferred into one place. The wood in the bed frame chipped as dad's now enlarged body sat on the back of his feet, his knees spread wide and his bulge in clear view, jumping every so often as if it wanted to grow but was waiting for something. I guessed quickly as I followed dad's 15 foot body to the other side of the bed. With a kind of desperation, I quickly kissed his legs, feeling the hard quads flex and bulge. Each one was potentially bigger than all of my 230 pound body put together and probably 10 times denser as they bulged with their three headed perfection. Quickly enough, I made it to dad's abs and I couldn't help licking the set of steel up and down with an eager tongue. It seemed almost as if his midsection was so big that it spread for miles vertically and horizontally. The apollo's belt of his wait was perfect in every way, pulling in all the enormity of such a man to one place. This was extremely futile and a sea of muscle welcomed me. Obliques the size of bars of soap awaited my arrival, each one looking extremely tight and fastened into the giant my dad was. At this point, I was standing as I tried to continue going up my dad. He was so tall standing up that, even on his knees, his torso raised him more than 7 feet tall, making him taller than me even as he sat. His amazing height was the last thing on my mind before I felt my head bump into what felt like the ceiling. I raised my attention up to the cause and my mouth began to water as I saw two of the most hulking, meaty pecs hover above me. Clearly, they were far from dad's rib cage but that wasn't the only amazing thing about them. Each one was spread far and in opposite directions, making it truly appear as if a wall of hairy muscle was spread before me. Each pec was capped with the most succulent nipple on each side that seemed to drop and appeared ready to be sucked and tortured by someone's mouth. For a few seconds, that someone was me as my tongue touched one nipple and licked around it. I was lost in the muscle as dad flexed two boulder biceps that looked so big, they could eat me and still have room for a the main course. Each bicep peak soared high as they were flexed, angry veins appearing on each as the muscle swelled with blood. I found myself grabbing hold of one of dad's massive arms and licking it with all my might. I could feel myself fire another small stream of jizz as I rode the bicep. This was potentially the most amazing moment of my life as I licked and licked all over my dad's upper body. Suddenly, an enormous vein grew on dad's arm and the muscle began to shake. My dad's skin turned red as though he had come from the beach and had experienced a terrible skin burn. "Son, we mustn’t… we” he groaned as dad's flexing seemed to be unstoppable. Dad stood and I held on as the floor became very far away from me. I had no time to enjoy the view as I heard dad groan as if he were experiencing pleasure and pain at the same time. " Dad?" I tried to call up to him quickly as his gargantuan body changed color, veins appeared all over him as I stood on his massive pole as though it were a very thick tree branch. “Dad, what’s wrong?!” I tried to say but fell as Dad executed a new symptom I’d never seen before. I landed on the bed below, safe in the destroyed mattress as I stared up at dad in worry and awe, both at the same time. The lights in the high ceiling of the room were shaking as I tried to gather my surroundings. “Squirt….I…. I FEEL SO….” he started before suddenly every muscle flexed. I backed away as his muscular calves flexed powerfully and crushed the sides of the bed. Wood chips went everywhere and I covered my eyes as they nearly blinded me. A loud bang came from the door as Jeff came dashing in with his eyes wide and his muscles naked besides a pair of tight, tight briefs. “What’s happening?!?” I shouted as Jeff came and grabbed me. I was powerless as Jason wrapped his big muscles around my body and simple hauled me out of the room with him. We both turned to the open door and watched as dad’s body took on a new color, purple. “I don’t know!” he shouted over the vibrations as we watched through the opening. It wasn’t big enough to see all of dad, which depressed me a little bit, but we saw enough. The area around him looked wrecked. The bed was splintering, the carpet was peeling, even the ceiling was cracking. Shapes like lightning began to crisscross the walls as Dad’s muscles seemed to flex harder and harder. Jeff and I were beside ourselves. “Is this new?” I called but I couldn’t get a response since Jeff couldn’t hear me, let alone me hear myself. “UGH” came Dad’s suddenly much more powerful voice. It wasn’t the same as before. Echoing followed his already heavy voice as though his power was stretching out in a new way. “Should we move?!” I called up to big Jeff hurriedly. The floorboards were shaking and the room Dad was in was in the middle of difficulties. Jeff didn’t get to answer though when it happened. A sonic boom. Dad seemed to put his pecs in the most powerful flex he’d ever done and we were knocked back like ragdolls by an invisible force. Jeff was lucky to have fallen behind me as he was much more durable and used his body to cushion the fall. My head was surrounded by pec cleavage that I couldn’t enjoy as I spun on my back to see dad. The walls had been torn up by something fierce and burn marks had blanketed parts of the floor as the space between us and dad had been ripped apart but something….. new. Dad was still standing in what was supposed to be my guest room, breathing heavily and staring off into space. Jeff lifted me up and off him and we proceeded to come closer to dad, his body quickly towering over us as his 18 foot form was no calmer but still flexed and covered with new veins. Dad’s face was that of shock and wonder. I could only imagine what that was like in first person to do what he’d just done. What had he just done?? “Dad…” “SON!” Dad shouted, suddenly getting on his knees and hugging his boys with his big muscles. Everything went black as I felt muscles on my front and another set on my back, creating a brother and father sandwich. “ARE YOU OK?!” he asked hurriedly. It had come out muffled for me but it took a second for him to realize he was crushing his oldest born with his youngest. Jeff was also squirming in dad’s grip as something was different. “Dad, you’re hurting us” he said and, like clock work, Dad released us. Dad’s face wasn’t of relief but of confusion now. “What? Son, I’m not even using any power. This isn’t even the same amount of strength I used….” Dad became silent as he looked down at me. Was he still thinking I was shocked he and Jeff had sex last night? “Yeah, squirt, I was sure you’d be sore about your poppa fucking your brother.” The room was silent as me and Jeff looked at each other. Wait, what? Was dad reading my mind? “Squirt, what’s up. What makes you think I’m reading your mind?” I looked at dad with wide eyes. “Dad, I didn’t say anything. You just…. answered my thoughts!” Dad’s eyes were the next to widen. “What?” Dad said as he looked down at his hands and flexed the fingers. I suddenly became wary of everything I was saying as Dad’s sudden development had my brain wracking. I almost wish I myself had these powers so that I could hear what Jeff was thinking. He was dead silent but his eyes lit up and he spoke with such excitement. “Holy shit, dad! Did you just gain superpowers?!” --- Meanwhile, all the way in Illinois, the National Earthquake Information Center was in a frenzy. Without warning, the Richter scale had been bouncing up and down in its low ranges in an attempt to gauge what the fuck was actually happening in California. People were scurrying around as they saw the readings but no one could make sense of them. The head of the facility stood on his perch above the madness, trying not to look as confused as his workers. He turned to his secretary. "What exactly did you say happened?" The secretary opened her tablet. "A small town in California has been receiving strange readings coming from very specific coordinates. People around the town are unaware of the causes or why it's so specifically in their area since its normally a very tame area of California. There is no specific timing, register or scale that the vibrations seem to be fixed on. It's been hypothesized that the cause is of an unusual formation from aged dormant volcanoes that simply weren't recorded." "If it's that simple, why is everyone panicking?" asked the director. "No one can assume the cause" the secretary said before pausing. The director looked intently on the secretary as she appeared to withhold some amount of information. "What else?" "...The director of Central Intelligence has called and is sending people to the area to investigate, though he wont say why, and also wants us to stop all work on the collection of information in that area." The head of the facility looked back to the workers below. "What the hell is going on over there...?" --- My jaw was practically on the floor as I bore witness to one of the most amazing things in the world. Jeff nudged me with his thick hand and grinned over at me. “It’s all ok. I’ve seen him lift about ¼ of that before” he said as we marveled at our dad. I spoke to him without blinking or turning my eyes away. “Have you seen him do it without actually touching the weight?” I asked. We were standing on a hill marveling at our dad. I’d already seen him carry atleast 11 cars on top of each other and lift them but this was a new level, one that me and Jeff had never seen before. “Why are you so shocked? Our dad is amazing. He’s going to be the most powerful man in the world! That’s so fucking cool!” I looked at Jeff with a look even I didn’t understand. Dad noticed and looked over at us from beneath what appeared to be half of the junk yard behind the mansion’s forest. “HEY, YOU BOTH BETTER BE FUCKING IMPRESSED, BOYS! I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY!” he shouted in the strangest way. We both grabbed our heads as dad’s voice bounced around inside like an echo. His actual voice was strong and manly but it was his new power, his seemingly psychic ability, that was giving his voice the throes to be heard. He was at least several yards away, enough to be barely heard over the grinding of steel above his head, yet he was perfectly hearable. Dad noticed our pain and held back. “Sorry, still don’ got that under control” he said much more quietly. Dad heard my next thought and spoke it before I myself fully understood. Dad was holding his arms out as though he were holding something but, in reality, the island of steel above us wasn’t touching him at all. It was as though the space was weightless. Still, he walked towards us, his body creating the heavy thumps that I was familiar with now. “I know you’re scarred, buddy. You’re jus’ learnin’ I’m still growin’. You’re just learnin’ that your brother’s growin’ too. Ya just learnin’ that me and your brother have been doin’ the dirt. We’re BOTH just learning about this…. power growing inside me. I can’t apologize enough for everything. That there’s no way for me ta tell ya whether or not you’re gonna grow like your old man or gain powers like your man. Or that I didn’t tell you for so many years. Or even that I wasn’t there enough during your college life. All that time I let you have your space but, in reality, I think it’s my fault for giving you more space than you wanted.” At this point, Dad was standing in front of me with his massive body towering before me. His junk was heaving in front of me in the tight underwear that he was wearing. “All I can do is let you come with me on the ride, kiddo. But I guarantee you, I’ll never let you go again like that. When you need me, call me and I’m there. I will gain control of all dis and make you able to talk to me without this stupid power.” Dad leaned down, looked me in the eyes and pressed his big head against my smaller one. We were looking eye to eye now, both of our blue eyes locking as we used this to express what we were feeling. He knew I was afraid and that I would need time to adjust to all of this information. Still, he gave me a look in his eyes that told me I wasn’t alone. He was so powerful and seemed to never hit the roof when it came to shocking us but, no matter what, his eyes told me he’d always love me and that’s all I could ask. The grin on his face told me he knew that. He turned his massive, hulking back to me as he stood up and looked up into the sky at the weight he held above us. Tons of pounds of steel hovered over us as though we were in space. I was also marveling at all of this power he was showing off but my eyes wandered to something else. I only hoped Jeff didn’t see me as I looked over at Dad and looked at all of his muscles. They were red and flexing as if he were actually holding the cars and fridges and metals above us. His back muscles were a map chart to me but it was so beautiful I wish I’d learned to paint and draw so that I could put this on paper. His beautiful ass was a shelf above me that seemed to defy gravity just as the metal did. His legs did the same and jutted out, making his legs spread to give space for his titanic testicles. This went on and on to his huge feet that could have possibly covered my chest but I noticed something just as amazing as his body. “Um, dad?” I called up to him. “Yeah?” “You’re feet aren’t touching the ground.” To Be Continued……

Author Note: Hey Gang, this is my first published story on the new m-g site. Different compared to the stories I usually write. I have a few notes at bottom of post. Thanks for reading. Freshman year. Cross country team. Most of us freshman had had our share of ritual welcomings before. None of us were surprised after the first day of practice when the rest of the team, the older guys, came into our row in the locker room and gave us a directive. “Nice work, boys. We look forward to welcoming you to the team,” our senior captain, Steve said. “But it's a long tradition at the U to have the freshmen meet us the night after first practice. Tonight. At the track field. Bring your running shoes.” There were only 10 of us freshman who made the cut. We looked to each other with a knowing and sighing conclusion. It was going to be a naked mile. We knew it. It probably had to happen. So at 9pm I threw on some comfortable running clothes, ones I'd easily be able to slip out of, and headed toward the track field. I ran into two fellow freshman runners, Chris and Kurt, on the way down. “Hey Tomas,” Chris said. “Glad someone else is heading down dressed. Daniel said he was going to go in the buff, heard whoever did that would get extra cred with the upperclassmen.” “I wouldn't doubt it,” I responded, “but I'm too new at this shit to try anything too out of the ordinary. Are we running late?” “Nah...” Kurt answered, “probably okay to be a little fashionably late anyway.” As we rounded the corner our suspicions were proven: Daniel was about 20 feet ahead of us, in the complete buff except for his running shoes and socks. He turned around, “Hey ladies!” he said, running back up the stairs to meet us, “ready for a little naked run! I love it, fresh breeze, night air, dick waggin under the stars,” the three of us laughed. Daniel had a certain playful quality about him, which made him a good friend to us. Easy to get along with. And even though he wasn't the fastest runner, his personality made him popular. We also found out quickly during our first practice that the guy was definitely the one who would be the buff buddy. The naked roommate. He walked into the locker room only in his boxers, having already started stripping outside, and was nude almost the entire time inside. He was just that guy, nothing wrong with that. Looking down at his body I could understand why too. His Adonis was ripped and his thighs were ticker than footballs. What he lacked in upper body strength his legs carried 3-fold. As we rounded our way into the track field we found the rest of the team, and the remaining freshman waiting for us. “Well, I guess we are late,” Kurt said. Of the upperclassmen, two sophomores, Ben and Andres, were completely nude. Daniel walked over to them, “well if it isn't the upperclassmen getting naked too, how goes it ladies?!” he said, slapping them on the ass before taking position with the rest of us freshman. Ben and Andres looked right ahead like guards to a fort, but Steve gave the evening's directives with a commanding presence. “First, gentlemen,” he said, “welcome. And in case you are wondering, Daniel does get the extra cred as Badass of the Night for coming down from his dorm in the nude. Congrats big guy! “As for the rest of you, it's gonna be a naked run through the county's forest preserve, right across the street from campus. As Ben and Andres won last year's race during their initiation, they get to have the honor of leading you through your initiation. Whoever gets first and second tonight will get to have the honor next year.” Ben and Andres smiled at each other, not much of an 'honor' but they were willing to do it regardless. “Race starts here,” Steve continued, “first two back here win. It's about a mile and a half, but I don't think you ladies will mind. So stretch out, strip here, we'll take care of your clothes, Ben and Andres are going with you as insurance that we're not going to abandon you and your clothes, they'll be safe with us until you get back. We're a team, we're bros. We're lookin out for you.” We didn't spend too long stretching before Steve commanded the clothes to go. I peeled off my shirt and realized, with the humid air outside, going in the buff for a few minutes wouldn't be so bad. Dropping my shorts and boxers, I looked around to see I was completely in the norm tonight as my new friends did the same thing. Giving ourselves another quick stretch, we stood and followed Ben and Andres out toward the forest preserve. “Alright guys, we'll try to keep this as brief as possible. Try to follow one at a time, if you fall behind, no big deal, Andres will hold the rear, won't pass anyone and will help keep you on the path.” “Yup, the rear,” Andres said with a chuckle, just trying to keep the tension down. It didn't take long, honestly, for the consciousness of being nude to leave me, or my teammates. We just started running. We didn't talk to each other, but after a minute I noticed I was already far ahead of the rest of the group, I was just trying to keep up with Ben but noticed soon he and I were the only ones running through the forest. I listened for other footsteps, but could hear none. “Hey Ben,” I said, speaking for the first time, “where is everyone else?” Ben turned around and noticed the same thing I did. “Oh shit,” he said, “I wonder if I made a wrong turn?” I looked back to him, “dude you were supposed to lead us, did you really?” “I dunno,” he said, looking up at the stars, “we could have, maybe we should backtrack and...” His sentence was quickly cut off as a short but loud roaring sound came to us overhead. I looked up and to the left quickly following the sound. It was a bolt of fire, almost a comet-like orb, that came racing overhead. Ben and I ducked as the rock-like shape continued overhead us, then off to the near distance. CRASH! He grabbed my shoulder out of fear and we looked to each other. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. “Is this some stupid part of the initiation?” I shoved his hand off of me, thinking it was a ploy to freak out the freshmen. “What? No, man!” Ben answered. “We just run out and back from the forest. I have no idea what that thing was. I'm just here to lead a run! Jesus what was that?...” “Oh shit...” I whisper, “well, maybe we should check it out I guess, I don't know if that was a plane or a burning parachutist, or what.” Ben and I walk carefully toward the burning orb, the fire now seemingly bigger. After about 50 feet we stop in shock, however, as we see not a burning rock but 2 men, or something like men, fighting ferociously down a hillside. Below the hillside where we stand is a 10 foot area in the forest completely obliterated by the falling orb. Everything is scorched. And in the middle are two men, one who looks human, with his shirt off, hairy chest, and incredibly buff, fighting another man who seems to be completely coated in silver. “Jesus,” I whisper, almost too afraid to talk. “What the fuck is that Ben?” “I don't know, keep your voice down,” Ben whispers back. “What the...they look like...err...” “What is this a fuckin joke? They look like the avengers or something,” I say with a blush. I can't help but remind myself that comic book characters aren't real. Who are these people? What are they doing? The hairy guy is leveling incredibly loud punches into the silver guy who, though they don't seem to phase him, he's continually getting confused and not able to fight back. “I want that board!” the hairy man shouts, “every time we work together you always end up getting the glory! Not anymore you dick, it's mine!” The hairy man shoves the silver man into the dirt and steps on him, his weight causing the silver man to sink a little. With an instant of opportunity, the hairy man grabs the silver board and slams it into the silver man's chest. “ARRRGHHHH!!” the silver man shouts, his voice quickly gurgling as a mercury-like liquid sprays out from him. The hairy man snaps his fingers and torches a huge fire over the silvery puddle, quickly causing it to liquify and separate form the man. The man quickly turns into a hot, bubbling puddle of mercury and subsides into a lifeless pond. The fire burns off the hairy man's pants, but otherwise he seems unhurt from the destruction he caused. He looks around cautiously to examine his surroundings. Ben and I quickly hide behind the bush where we were observing. I can see the hairy man look in our direction. I was sure he heard us, he must have. I wanted to tell Ben to run but we were both too spooked to say a thing. We pause and carefully watch like silent hawks. Though he's far away I think I see the hairy man smile, almost as if he knows we're there, or at least one of us. Turning his attention back to the puddle, he says, “Later, surfer,” stepping over the puddle and tossing the board into the air, causing it to levitate. He hops on it and speeds off into the upper atmosphere, higher and higher until he's completely out of site. Ben and I stand, wondering if the coast is clear. I look over to Ben and he smiles at me, shrugging his shoulders. “kinda exciting isn't it?” I look down and see what he's saying. The jock is sporting a small erection. He grabs it and gives a pump or two. “That was fuckin incredible. Who were those guys? Looked to me like Johnny and the Silver Surfer.” “What are you nuts?!” I shout back. “Those things aren't even real! They're drawings in a book! This is totally fucked up we gotta get help, we gotta get someone out here to examine this shit!” “Not yet,” Ben said, walking down the burnt hill toward the puddle of silver. “I wanna check this out first.” I turn back but don't see the team, we must be alone. Reluctantly I walk with him toward the puddle, quickly examining my surroundings to see if some other insane creature will come swooping down to destroy both of us. “Be careful, man!” I say, “we're both fuckin nuts for even coming this far! What the hell was that?” I ask. “I know it sounds crazy but look: I think two superheroes were fighting, one and the other, the one dude wanted the other one's board and he got it. Now he's off with the board and the silver dude is dead. Maybe.” We walk toward the puddle and see it still bubbling slightly from the fight. “Man, to have all that power,” Ben said, bending his knees to look closely at the silver. “All that fuckin power.” I stand behind him and notice goosebumps rise on his skin. The guy was becoming drunk on what he just saw! The supernatural abilities of those guys. “I got an idea,” Ben said, restanding and facing me. “I want to touch that silver goo, just to see what might happen,” “Ben, no!” I shout back. “You're fuckin nuts! You have no idea what that shit can do.” “No,” he replies quickly, “I think I do. It's worth a shot, I want some of those powers.” I look around again before seeing Ben stare deeply into the pool. I walk around him and look into it too, the puddle, though seemingly unimportant, grew on me as I stared at it. It looked kind of miraculous, sharp, powerful. It was pretty incredible. “Okay Ben,” I tell him, and wait for him to bring his attention back to me, “if this shit works out, and you uhh, gain something from it, promise me,” Ben looks back down at the puddle, “Ben!” I shout again, “promise me! That you won't go all fucked up by touching it, and that you'll maybe, uhh, share some of what you gain with me and the team.” Ben snaps back to reality and considers what I say, nodding. “Right, okay,” he answers, “thanks man, thanks for spotting me. Here we go.” Ben reaches his hand toward the puddle, watching as it steams and bubbles more and more as his flesh approaches it. “Oh my god,” I whisper as his hand gets closer and closer, until finally... The silver jumps onto his hand before Ben even has a chance to touch it. “Oh!” he shouts in surprise. “God it's hot!” he says as the silver starts puddling over his hands and reaching onto his forearm. The silver pulls his left, then right arms in toward the puddle as Ben tries to balance himself. “Jesus!” Ben shouts, his left foot slipping into the puddle as well, immediately burning his shoe and sock off. “Oh god, I can feel it!” he says between breaths, “it's fuckin...garr...takin over me!” The silver climbs up both his forearms and his feet, burning off any hair he has on his body before climbing over it. It smoothly rolls over his flesh, creating a shiny covering over his body and pulls itself up from the ground and onto my teammate. “Oh god,” he says, still frozen in a crouched position, “I'm fucking growing!!” as his muscles twitch under the silver. The silver slows at Ben's elbows and knees and he's able to pull his arms out of the puddle before restanding. His feet still in the puddle, other shoe quickly disintegrating, he examines his body as his twitching muscles grow out from the silver covering onto the rest of his naked body. “Ohh...” he says in ecstasy. I watch in bewilderment as his body grows. Ben involuntarily bends his shoulders muscles and back as muscle grows over his shoulder blades, protruding out, then wrapping down and into his biceps. They were becoming refined, strong, and assured. Ben laughed a little to himself as he checked out his building arms. “Jesus!” he muttered. Looking down at his lower arms he saw veins begin to protrude under the silver and additional muscle warp itself. His hands cracked and grew as he stretched and moved his fingers. At the same time I noticed his abs expand. They began to grow outward: even, defined muscles forming an eight pack. They hardened as the cresses grew deep grooves into his body. “Ahh!” Ben exclaimed. “What's happening to me” he whispered. As the muscle growth began hitting his waistline, he could feel it growing, enveloping more as his waist grew. The growing waist caused his sinew to create fine and definable contours. Ben grabbed his waist as he wished for more, silver coming off his hands and settling onto his ass. Ben turns and examines his protruding butt, pulling against his body at first before it forming hard muscle on itself, growing outward, strong, further tightening. As the side ass muscles flexed and locked in place, rounding to become a tight bubble butt, he noticed the silver regaining length on his legs, slowly moving up his now incredibly muscular body. His thighs snapped tall and grew, becoming refined and strong. He started growing from his fairly short 5'7” to 6'0” and taller. His thighs then began pecing outwards and matching the growth of his ass. They became like footballs as rock hard muscle grew into them as the silver slowly climbed its way over his knees and onto his thighs. Checking out his growing body, Ben looks up at me and smiles. “This is what I'm fucking talking about!” he says, laughing as the silver climbs up his forearms. But even as he continued to transform into this muscle creature all I could do was stare in intense interest and admiration. Admiring himself in all his naked splendor, Ben smiled at the silver that grew over it, a new form of supernatural armour that was embellishing his newly cut body. I couldn't help but turn my attention to his exposed cock and balls, they were growing! Ben laughed as a huge source of adrenaline and sex-hormone erupted from his exposed package, balls stretching with his growing dick. “Oh my god,” Ben says in ecstasy, “more! MOOREE!” I looked down to notice all the silver had seeped up from the ground and was now completely on Ben. It shrouded his shoulders, more muscular than ever before and raised up over his incredibly bulked quads, burning the hair off his body as it continued to take over him. “I am gaining the powers of the silver surfer” he quickly whispered, “I can feel his presence, his powers, his autonomy, his omnipotence. I am becoming...him!” he says between breaths, “More...more” he continues whispering as the silver burns his pubes and forms over his hugely defined dick and balls allowing his package contours to be completely visible, protruding behind the silver. “Mmm...” he says as it builds over his body, “Yes!” his voice getting deeper. He turns and the silver climbs over his new bubble butt and up his sinew-ridden back. Ben stretches his body as it rises over his chest and neck before covering his face, up and over his brown hair, burning it off as it expands over his body. The liquid over the new super-powered man continues to rumble over his body, almost massaging his muscles. Ben grabs his silver-coated face, loosing his balance for a moment and stepping back before looking forward with a huge smile. Though his lips are covered, I can see an intense silver electric current emenating from his eyes and mouth. “FUUCK YEA!” he shouts with a deep and power-ridden voice. “I am...POWER!” Ben starts to levitate from the ground as he continues to check out his growing body. “MORE!” he shouts again. “I can feel the powers!” In a blinding light of pure power I take witness to what the new being is saying, I see the powers he gains. As his face, now handsomely grown and thinly formed, began to show underneath the silver armor, a dark gray cloud cloud began to form over him. He looked up at me and smiled, eagerly awaiting the best part of his transformation. He was gaining the power of this body suit he wore. The powers of the Silver Surfer! The cloud quickly enveloped him, violent, like a tornado, wrapping around his now coated body. Still levitating electric bolts started forming within the clouds and gracefully running over Ben's suit: The power of transformation, the power to turn into anything he wanted, the power to read or control other peoples minds, to leave them at his will. The power of immortality and invisibility, to phase through all matter. The power to spread the surfer's—quickly becoming his own—power to others, if he wanted, or to enslave them. He began laughing as he gained the knowledge of all of this, realizing the liberation of becoming a something all-powerful. His laughter grew louder while still under the cloud, all of these powers and more depositing into Ben. In an instant, the cloud subsided, and the newly formed silver surfer floated above me in all his glory. “Yes...” he said again, examining his body, feeling the silver on his skin. He levitates to the ground and takes a step toward me. “This was exactly what I wanted, and now I can have it!” he says. The being is intoxicating. The powers were hypnotic. Almost infatuating. I don't think I had ever been or seen anything more incredible. Why couldn't I have seen what Ben saw earlier? Those powers could have been mine! I was too rational. I kept thinking to myself such insane thoughts about the power before me that I didn't even realize what kind of situation I was in. That I was standing in front of someone who was incredibly dangerous. And I didn't even seem to care. Mustering the strength to talk I said, “Holy shit...Ben? Uhh, are you still all there? Can I uhh...” “Of course I am!” he states commandingly. “I have the power now. I have everything! I got exactly what I wanted and you stood there and let me take it. Let me take the powers.” He looks to me with an electric smile. “You want some of these powers don't you? Well I'm afraid I don't have time for humans at the moment,” he looks back at his body. “No time to share powers with a mortal. Better luck next time little human...” “Ben wait!” I shout, trying to get his attention. I run toward him, thinking if I make contact maybe I can take some of the silver powers as well, but I simply phase right through the being. “HA!” he shouts, a now more sinister voice. “You can never be like me! I am the silver surfer! Like I said, better luck next time little mortal, I have the power now, I will use it to my will; if you're lucky maybe you'll find a destroyed a superhero you can merge with...heh...” Ben rises again from the ground, levitating higher and higher. He motions his arms in a circle creating a new silver board for him to fly on. “Later on!” he shouts, standing on the board, flying high into space. “Johnny, I'm coming after you!” he shouts, his mind on a new objective. I stare at the sky as the silver beam disappears into the stars. “Holy shit...” I say. I had to find some of that power, and I was going to get it. ---- This is my first attempt at fan-like fiction, could be my only I'm not sure how I feel about this story. I appreciate any feedback. I don't know much about comics, but there's a few characters that I think are pretty cool. I got this idea after seeing some requests for comic fanfics on the story ideas forum. I have a lot of new original stories I hope to post soon, they take awhile for me to edit. This one was kind of a quick write up. Also, what are your thoughts on the ending? I wanted to make something that would leave some objectives for Tomas and the other runners to go after. Some story development, I guess. But it also causes another guy to kind of become a potential antagonist. I've been trying to stay away from corruption TFs, but that seemed to be the best way to go with this one, to have Ben gain the powers and be, maybe sort of, corrupoted. Anyway I appreciate thoughts on that too.

Hi everyone! When the original site closed, I thought I lost the Juggernaut series...thank goodness for Google! All of the Juggernaut series is now posted here, and I'm currently working on continuing the series with two new chapters by April. Hope you enjoy! Juggernaut pt.1 Atlanta University. That is where Jamal wanted to go. He had been a fan of Atlanta’s football and now to be a student at the school was a dream come true. Jamal just graduated from high school. He had not been you typical valedictorian either. He played football, not starting, but he was still a jock. However, he maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA and had most of the top colleges giving him scholarships left and right. He had decided that he was going to major in Geological studies at Atlanta University. They had a good program and there was a chance he could study abroad in the spring if his grades were good after fall semester. The day finally came when he stepped foot on campus. Throughout the semester, Jamal studied and studied and applied himself to his studies. Even though he was about 6 feet and 265 pounds, he was still smart and athletic. He took a basic weight training course to stay big and in shape. As much as the weight training instructor begged, Jamal would not try out for any sports. He wanted to stick to his studies. Coming from a low budget home, he had never traveled outside of the state, unless it was for a football game. He now had a chance to travel outside of the country and he was not letting a pigskin get in his way. The fall semester went by very fast and Jamal finished out with a 3.7 GPA for the semester. Turns out the weight training instructor gave Jamal a B average for refusing to join the team. Jamal was selected to go to India for the geological studying abroad program. He was elated. While he was at Atlanta University he had been approached by a lot of girls and even had a few one night stands. They thought he was a jock as big as he was. Jamal was not a fat person, but could bench 300 easily and squat 850. He was, however, a gentle giant who, when not studying could be seen playing football with his dorm buddies. Now he was in for the chance of his life. Christmas holidays came and went and Jamal was soon boarding the plane to India. Him and 3 other students were chosen to go. Jamal was thinking of things he could do while in India other than study rocks. However, soon the plane was in India and through all the plane food and naps Jamal had arrived. The village they worked in was not as he had pictured. This village had commerce and a very nice hotel that they stayed in during the time. Their first assignment was at 5 PM and that gave Jamal 2 hours to get his gear and be at the site. At 5, they began excavation. Jamal and the others were looking for fossils from the prehistoric ages to send back to the school’s museum. While digging and scrapping Jamal found a hardened rock. It was extremely heavy so he decided to chisel it in half. The rock split after a hard hit and revealed a red crystal like rock. Apparently, magma had covered the crystal and hardened around it, preserving it for years and years. The crystal glowed a deep crimson when Jamal held it. Jamal then found an encryption on the crystal and began to read it aloud to himself. It said, “Whosoever finds this crystal of Cytorrak and recites this encantation aloud will become an unstoppable juggernaut.” The crystal began to burn Jamal’s skin. His bulging veins glowed a deep crimson in his arms and he blacked out. Jamal found himself back at the hotel awake and nothing had changed. He attributed the blacking out his body getting used to India’s climate. Apparently, that had been good enough for everyone else. Jamal continued his study abroad until he came home in April. His friends helped him move back in the dorm and wanted to play some football outside the dorm. Jamal never forgot the crystal, but felt much better so he went ahead. He got in his usual position of All-Time quarterback and was snapped the ball. His defense was weak, so he tucked the ball and began to run. As he ran, he felt different. His body became hot and felt heavy. He was only wearing a black tank top and some gray sweatpants. He was running when the school linebacker stepped in front of him. He wanted to stop because the linebacker was 315 pounds of solid beefy muscle. However, his legs would not let him stop. He braced for the hit but was able to easily push the linebacker out of the way and keep going. He made it to the touchdown line easily and spike the ball in victory. He was stopped because the linebacker he moved out of the way was 15 feet away from where he was hit lying prone and holding his chest. The group was gathered around the heavy guy and helped him sit up. “Damn J,” “you knocked the hell outta me.” The linebacker said. You been takin steroids in India or some shit?” Jamal shook his head but at that moment he saw why he said what he said. Jamal’s body fat had dropped drastically and muscle had replaced it. So much in fact that his sweats were skin tight and his tank was barely able to hang on. Jamal ran to the gym and stepped on the scale. He stopped at 520 pounds. He looked at himself in the mirror. His biceps bulged through the tank top. He took a hand and ripped what was left of his tank top away to reveal a massive set of pecs and a rounded stomach full of abs. He looked like he had a gut but it was all abs. His shoulders touched his ears and his back was extremely thick and wide. He ripped away his sweat pants and revealed a set of tree trunk legs and thick calves. His butt was firm and round. His dick was about 14 inches long with nuts the size of large eggs to match. He was a massive mountain. Then he thought. He had just moved a 315 pound linebacker out of his way without a strain. He then looked at all the equipment in the gym and started racking the bench press with lots of 45’s. He put 6 on each side and layed beneath the bar. Once again, his veins glowed a deep crimson and his body felt the same intensity it had felt earler. He picked up the bar and lowered it to his chest at first it was difficult, then he pumped out rep after rep. 100 reps later in increased the weight with every 45 in the gym. He beched it 50 times with ease but now noticed he was bigger. Every muscle increased in size. He went outside in his boxers saw a delivery truck for the school. He grabbed truck by the front end and felt the power surge in his body again. The truck began to rise after a while was soon over the head of Jamal. Jamal’s body had grown to accomadate the size of his muscles. He was about 9 feet tall and weighed close to 950 pounds. He was lovin the size and would test it out tomorrow. He was a juggernaut. Juggernaut pt.2 Jamal easily let the truck back down and flexed his bulging muscles. 900 pounds of muscle felt like a feather to him. His brown skin tight muscles contracted and flexed. His naked massive body in the tone of dusk. His love trail ran down to his massive cock decorated with curly black hair. Any girl would have fucked him. This was way too much power for him. Why did he have to read that incantation aloud? Why did he have to inherit this strength? He had to get some shelter and get away from public view. His first instinct was to run. So he ran, the earth trembling beneath him as he made track marks in the hard concrete. He was on the move and the veins were glowing that crimson red color again. He was unstoppable. The only way to get off campus was through the faculty parking lot. It wasn’t that full but the tennis team had a tournament and the charter buses were lined up in front of the gate. He wasn’t stopping heading dead for the buses. Jamal braced his shoulder for the impact and busted through the bus. First a body size hole through the first two. Then he began to have a feeling of power. He wanted to show his strength. He was in control. The last bus, he grabbed from underneath and began to military press it with ease. He was an unstoppable juggernaut and at that time he didn’t care. He then tossed the bus on top of the others making a double stack like those in England. He continued through the gate unchallenged. He made his way to a back alley and began picking up dumpsters and tossing them up and down like a ball of trash. Yet, his muscles still had that crimson glow. He was juggernaut. He was Cytorrak. . .NO! He was Jamal. He was still Jamal and he said to himself that Jamal was in charge and not this Cytorrak. The crimson glow subsided and his chest heaved up and down. His muscles relaxed and flexed with just a small breath. Then Jamal made a realization. He hadn’t eaten since the day he touched the crystal. For that matter, he hadn’t drank anything either. Not even so much as a sip of water or a crumb of bread had touched his lips. His human mind screamed hunger, but his body was surviving without food or water. He was self-sufficient. Still, food was food. He was still experimenting with his power. He had to test his limits. Apparently he was unstoppable once he started moving. That much was clear. He also possessed the strength to move mountains and if he couldn’t at that point, the crystals crimson glow would enlarge him so that he could accomplish the feat shortly. He also was self-aware. He knew exactly how much he weighed and his height. He was a force to be reckoned with. At that time though, Jamal wanted nothing more than to be human, and being human required him to eat. Just then a door in the alley opened. A man walked out. He was about 6’5” and close to 350 pounds. However, he was thickly built like a bear. He had two garbage bags in one hand and a garbage can in the other. He emptied them in the dumpster and turned around to see Jamal. Jamal could see the fear in his eyes. The large man, instead of running, came closer and saw the naked mountain of black power standing in front of him. Jamal apologized for disturbing him and asked for some food. Then his veins glowed. Jamal suddenly had the bearish man at eye level holding him and his big bulk level with one hand. Cytorrak did not ask a mere human bug for something as insipid as food , he took and destroyed who stood in his way. Jamal, however, did not, and Jamal was in control. He let the man down and apologized. This time the crimson color did not go away. The man nodded and said I haven’t closed yet. The buffet line is still open, but he recommended Jamal eat in the back room. Jamal agreed and waited for his food in the back. The trays of food placed in the buffet line were made and given to Jamal. He scarfed them down quickly and quietly only allowing the empty tray to hid the sink with a thud. Jamal grabbed some clean garbage bags and some rope and made a type of loin cloth for himself. None of school clothes would fit but he kept on eating. He felt like he could eat forever and ever without getting full. He noticed then that his muscles were getting bigger; more dense and massive. Everything he ate became size and power. Jamal thought, I need more. He ate until closing time and asked if the staff would feed him a little more. The bear stuck around. Jamal learned that his name was Matt. Matt was the biggest person that Jamal had seen next to him. And the fact that Matt had just ended a relationship with another bear helped Jamal a lot. Jamal sauntered into the restaurant at 1100 pounds. He called for service as if he was a customer. While waiting on Matt to bring the food. He had a vision. He was in a red place full of mountains and volcanoes erupting with the crimson lava. Then he saw a monster. It was him or a more monster like version of him. It was Cytorrak. “Mortal you have a strong will to defy me!” bellowed the beast. “Monster you are a resident in me not the other way around. I run this shit.” “Fool who do you think gave you the ability to be a juggernaut. I can take it away.” “Then take it. Then I will be free from you.” There was nothing for a moment. “Fine, human. You are a god among men now. Your heart is pure and you are not easily corrupted by power. Have your human nuances and food and sex. Your muscles will only get bigger and bigger as you enjoy them. I will grant you your sex and allow you to have this human toy for your purposes. But know this, you have a purpose to fulfill and you will fulfill it. Have your fun. I admit, I like you earthling. I like you so much that I will let you return to your life for four years. Get your earthly education. However, I am still as you say ‘your resident’ so I will continue to protect you. When you need my strength and power come back to this spot in your mind. I think 300 pounds should be a good enough guise. But have your fun tonight.” Jamal agreed just in time to feel Matt climbing his massive body with a tray of food ready to feed the mountain of hunger. Jamal was now in control, at least for four years. Matt lowered himself onto the massive dick and fed the growing Jamal. Every spoonful of food pumped the juggernaut even larger and his dick grew within Matt. Matt groaned in pain and pleasure and kept feeding Jamal. Tray after tray was poured into the juggernaut until there were no more. Jamal wanted to nut but was not even close. Matt, however, had nutted after every tray on Jamal. His curly black body hair was soaked with precum. Jamal began to pump, his massive glutes leaving cracks in the tiles and his rounded steel ab stomach flexing with every pump. But he felt full. Humanly full and fell backwards on the restaurant floor cracking the tiles in the process. Matt fell on top of him still impaled by the massive dick and in a deep slumber. Jamal had experienced a human night and having a 350 pound thick bear resting on his now 1300 pound frame felt good. It was what he was waiting for. . . And yet. . . Cytorrak now waited! PART 3 Jamal had just finished telling Matt about his encounter with Cytorrak. Matt apparently believed him. It was clear Matt had never seen (or fed for that matter) anyone that gigantic in his life. It was soon the end of his freshman year and so far, Jamal was in the clear. His football buddies, however they did it, managed to attribute Jamal’s size and power to a rare disease in India. Although few people witnessed him, they were convinced that not even steroids could do that to a person, so Jamal was Jamal again and not a freak of nature. In the summertime, Matt hooked Jamal up with a job as a dishwasher. It wasn’t much it paid for the gym membership and kept him out of sight while he gorged and grew, and with Matt letting him stay in his place, the sex had never been greater. Most night were filled with leftover buffet food, a gigantic dick impaling a restaurant owner, and a 600 plus pound black semi-juggernaut loving every minute of it. Jamal frequently visited the gym. Which was two blocks away. The gym owner had been Matt’s ex, but he had been nice enough to let Jamal lift when the gym was closed to the public. Life was good and before he knew it, Jamal was a sophomore in college. The day came when school started back and Jamal could not have been happier. He had not seen the crimson glow since his talk with Cytorrak but knew he had kept his word. His weight during the start of the day had not fluctuated from 300 pounds. Even during his eating sessions, he might reach 850 on a horny night. Even then, the crimson veins did not appear, just the monster-like ones that looked as though they would burst through the skin. Then one day fate should have 3 jocks harassing a cheerleader. The cheerleader was being pushed around and forced to her knees by the 3 jocks, each of which looked like they weighed 300 pounds each. Jamal, without thinking, ran over to the jocks and started to charge. He kept charging and until he made contact with a jock. Jamal hit the jock with full force and bumped backwards. The jock had stumbled some, but held his ground. This wasn’t right. Jamal had just stacked a bus on top of another a few months back and now he could barely move this other guy but a couple of feet. Then he remembered. He was not the juggernaut. He was a bigger version of Jamal. Even though he was bigger, he was still only Jamal.The other jocks began to get mad. Jamal was not going to run though. He wasn’t done yet. The girl turned her head and looked away. She knew that one on three were uneven odds. Nobody else was around so there were no witnesses. It was just Jamal. Jamal thought back to the place where he met Cytorrak. Once again he was in the crimson wasteland. The muscle giant was waiting. “You come seeking help human?” “Yes.” “You are getting beaten by these so called equals. I will aid you but I am curious. I want to see what this thing known as human sex is like. I want to possess you long enough to squash these insects and taste the human female cowering by the metal bench.” “Fine! Just help me not to get the shit beat outta me.” “Very well.” Soon the punches stopped. The jocks were backing away in horror. A not 9 foot 1100 pound Jamal rose from the ground. The biggest jock hit a dead solid punch to Jamal’s chest. The other two saw as Jamal’s chest didn’t budge. The jock’s hand shattered and he fell to the ground in pain. The other two jocks fled in fear, but Jamal was fast. He grabbed both the jocks by their collars and threw them into the bleachers. Jamal, quietly walked over to the girl who turned to see a monster coming towards her. Jamal’s sudden burst of power caused him to rip the underarmor he was wearing and the shorts were not far behind, leaving him bare chested and without shoes. The girl fell into his arms and Cytorrak picked her up easily and walked into the football team locker room. He twisted to door locked upon entering and ripped his pants off with one arm. The bulging muscles heavily outlined. However, still no crimson glow. Cytorrak was now in control and Jamal knew it. Cytorrak began to kiss her. Then he began to stroke his massive cock. She wanted it. The panties came down and Cytorrak inserted a small piece of his shaft into her. She moaned in pleasure. Then he lowered more. He looked at the clock in the room. 5:30PM. He began to fuck but Jamal gained enough control so that Cytorrak would not kill her by using full force. The fuck was sensual. Jamal gained little pleasure, but Cytorrak was livid with testosterone. He began fucking wildly and she came almost every time he inserted more of himself. He fucked her all night. Her screams of “Jay,” and “Daddy don’t stop,” only made the crimson behemoth thrust harder and harder. At 8 Am Cytorrak had stopped fucking, but not because he was tired. Jamal too, wondered, did the juggernaut ever sleep. So, he didn’t eat, drink or sleep. Whatever Cytorrak had planned bagan to worry Jamal, but he or rather Cytorrak was fuckin the shit outta of girl he just met. He didn‘t get that kind of action with his former body. He was starting to like the power. Next time, I will let Cytorrak enjoy human food. I‘m sure Matt will feed him till his hearts content. The girl was left in a concussion. A very mild concussion, but Cytorrak assured her that she would wake soon, but she would not remember who you were. But that she had the greatest fuck sesssion ever. Jamal thanked Cytorrak for his help and began to walk. But he had been heavier. “CYTORRAKKK!” “I’m sorry human, but I forgot about our deal.” Jamal as he was walking began to shrink back to his 300 lbs. Something however, was still not right. Jamal stopped at 400 pounds. “Sorry human, but we don’t want this to happen again.” Jamal agreed and went back to his dorm to recall the events of the day. His sophomore year was going to be very interesting. PART 4 Jamal's junior year in college had passed by rather quickly. He wanted to try his hand at something new. He promised himself that he would keep his grades up, but just felt bored with being 400 pounds of muscle. Cytorak had kept his end of the bargain by keeping Jamal safe and allowing him live as normal of a high school life as possible. Jamal had made the weight lifting squad at school with ease the following semester and was interested to try his strength out. There was something he had to do, however. "CYTORAK!!" "Yes Jamal?" "I made the weightlifting team, but unless I am in real danger, do not augment me with your strength." Cytorak questioned Jamal but Jamal informed him that humans tend to be edgy on steroid usage which he had to had to Cytorak in full later. Jamal was entering the summer of his senior year and the beginning of his short weight lifting season when it dawned on him. He only had 8 months left until Cytorak would want Jamal to hold up his end of the bargain. This made Jamal worry. What did Cytorak want him to do. Would it help people or would it hurt them? Jamal had to know. Jamal made outstanding gains on the team. He broke most of the school records. It would have been all of them but he didn't want to overdo it. The time ticked down and Jamal had to make a choice. He knew that Cytorak has helped him thus far and it would be a shame to lose that help, but he didn't want to kill anybody. What to do? Matt had been great to him so far and liked that Jamal was only 50 ponds heavier than him normally. Jamal had not really had to tap into his super strength and kinda missed that surge of unstoppable raw power. He then knew what he had to do. Later that night, Jamal stopped playing football a little early with his classmates and went back to Matt's restaurant. He asked Matt to stand by him as he entered the crimson wasteland once more to confront Cytorak for what would hopefully be the last time. Focusing, Jamal was once again in the wasteland. Cytorak was waiting. "Now human, I have let you have your fun. You will walk tomorrow and get your 'degree', but afterwards, I will take over the world as I did 400 years ago. Give into my power and you shall rule alongside me." "Cytorak I know what I agreed but I cannot kill anyone. It's just not me. I will be your warrior, your...juggernaut, but allow me to use this amazing power to help those in need of it. Merge with me and together we can save the world and you will be regarded as a hero." "HAHAHA, puny human, do you honestly think I care about these mere mortals. You are my juggernaut. You will outlast all of these insects by millenias. Still...your human sex is delightful especially when dominating the human male. Your words may hold some merit." Cytorak then began to think. Jamal waited. He might have actually won the muscle demigod over. "If I merge with you Cytorak, you will look like me, and be able to fuck anything under the sun. You will still be unstoppable and we can accomplish so much good together." "Human, strength is the least of my power. If I merge with you then you can grow to beat any situation and fluctuate your growth as you see fit. You would draw from my power, but I would gain pleasure from your interaction with humans. I never have experienced lust before." "Cytorak what are your other powers?" "Not only will we be unstoppable human, but we'll be indestructible." "Please Cytorak, merge with me and see what we can do together." Cytorak thought, and then Jamal was back in Matt's restaurant. Matt staring into his dark, handsome, loving crimson eyes... Jamal thought it was over, he was waiting for Cytorak to take control and end mankind's existence... then something happened... Memories of a young broad boy picking on his younger brother flowed into Jamals mind. Growing pains from a family that Jamal had never known and then Cytorak entered. A juggernaut entered Jamal's mind, but Jamal still remembered everything. He was still there. He still remembered his family, his friends, Matt, but where were these other memories coming from. Space travel, astrology, logic, geometry, anatomy, history, philosophy, all traveled through Jamal's mind and yet, Jamal was still there. Jamal had stopped. "Jamal," Matt called. Cytorak looked at Matt, then closed his eyes. Then Jamal looked at Matt and embraced him in a big hug. His 17" cock between the ab gut and Matt's muscle bear frame. Jamal had merged with Cytorak. "You bout to get fucked by a monster Matt." Jamal thought back to the crimson wasteland, but it no longer existed. There was just him and power. Jamal focused and looked to see the crimson veins emerge. Grow thought Jamal and he did. His frame packed on more and more muscle until the cement tile began to crack under the pressure. Matt looked on as his juggernaut lover grew to 6'5" tall and nearly 1200 pounds of dense thick black muscle. Those crimson eyes looked back with lust and the black love pole began to ooze precum. Matt climbed the planet of muscle and began to lower himself on the shaft. Jamal looked at Matt and wanted despartely for Matt to gain about 200 lbs. Suddenly Matt began to moan, His bear body began to grow as he lowered himself more and more onto the thick shaft. He was growing too... In the back of Jamal's mind, he heard a low whisper,"We are gonna fuck the shit outta him;did we say that right, human?" Jamal smiled to himself, then him and the 550 pound Matt had the best fuck session ever for the next 48 hours. It was gonna be a good life... ***Elsewhere an elderly bald man gazed out of his window looking into the wild blue sky and in deep thought. "Ororo," he shouted. "Yes Charles," said an silky voice from an african female. "Ready the jet. We're going to Atlanta..." Juggernuat pt.5: The RecruitmentJuggernaut pt.5: The Recruitment <"How do we know if we can get through to him Charles?" "I don't know Ororo, but this one is not like my step-brother...this one has control." "I hope for his sake that you are correct Charles."> Elsewhere in the city of Atlanta, bedcovers stirred as the massive bulk beneath them forced them up and down. A pair of crimson bright eyes opens and Jamal, the human juggernaut, has awakened. Jamal moved his 400 pound frame through the doorway and proceeded to take a shower. He loved the hot, steamy water run down his impenetrable body. He loved how good the lather felt on his love trail as he soaped his massively soft 13 inch rod. He stepped out of the shower, wraps a beach towel around his muscular waist and steps out onto the back of a house all to familiar to himself. The view from Matt's apartment, expescially from the back porch, looked absolutely divine. The way the crimson glow of the morning sun rose to meet the sky kinda reminded him of his own crimson eyes. It had been almost three days since he merged with Cytorak, the demigod essence of the juggernaut. Today was the day that he was going to test his new skills. At 400 pounds he had kinda just sat around Matt's apartment all day for fear of being ridiculed and mocked by passers. He didn't mind the attention, but he didn't have any type of clothes that he could wear out in public. He had grown out of them, or grown through them. Jamal thought and thought. Where could he find clothes that were big enough for him to wear? Not even the big and tall store would accomodate him. Then suddenly, he was wearing clothes. Not just any ol run a the mill clothes, but top fashion. The colors were weird though. Jamal was wearing a dusty orange tanktop that stretched over his muscular bound torso like under armour. His bottom was covered by loose fitting blue jeans and some boots. His sleeveless shirt showed the power and massive definition of his arms, which stuck out like cannons. It was very warm out today so Jamal thought nothing else more of it and was just appreciative of the fact that he now had clothes that not only fit, but looked good too. <"Charles, Atlanta is right below us." "Excellent Ororo. Now...Logan, you are to understand that this is strictly a recruitment mission. No claws!!" "Yeah ok bub. Just make sure ol juggie keeps his ducks in a row and we won't have any problems." "We'd better not Logan or you will spend the next however many birthdays you have left with the mind of a 10 year old schoolgirl." "You can do that?"> Matt had just finished getting dressed in time to see his humongous love toy walking out of the room. Jamal hugged his lover with a lot of passion, and due to their last fuck session, Matt was huggin right back. At 550 pounds, Matt had surpassed Jamal in size. However, Matt knew that Jamal could not be hurt now, and could grow larger if he wanted to. Jamal headed out the door and down the street to try out his new size. He ducked down some alleyways and into a nearby junkyard. If he were ever going to push himself to the limit, he would do it here. Grow Jamal thought as he beefed up even more. He was now at a massive 1100 pounds of juggernaut muscle. The clothes, however, did not rip and tear, but they flattened into a conformed armor like substance. His skin could already withstand everything, why did he need armor? In addition, there were two armbands that seemed to grow larger to accomodate Jamal's growth and a helmet made out of a weird metal substance. "Oh well, I guess this is just something Cytorak cooked up," thought Jamal as he picked up the nearest cadillac body with one arm and began doing lateral raises with ease. He tried everything from punching cars to ripping them in half like phone books, to juggling them, to crushing them to pure powder. He even impaled a car with his dick and lifted it up and down for reps. The power felt awesome. But Jamal had been here before. he had achieved this size with his weight making the earth beneath him shake. He wanted to get bigger. Grow Jamal thought. This time it was a little harder, but Jamal grew still. Feeding off the energies of the Cytorak crystal, Jamal's veins glowed the fiery crimson red and enlarged to massive vascularity. The cables used in most of the equipment now dwindled in size compared to the veins on Jamal's arms and chest. 1500 pounds, 1750 pounds. Jamal kept pushing himself farther and farther up the muscle pound scale. Matt just then entered the junkyard to find that his 6'4" 1900 pound lover was still growing. Jamal kept forcing the growth knowing that he would still be mobile and not be hurt by the pressure of the super dense muscle on his body. He really had to focus because his growth now was forcing him to grow taller. Jamal was now 6'8 and 2550 pounds. He decided then it was time to stop. He locked that as his weight and looked around to see what he could lift. Jamal, despite all of his juggernaut powers had broken a good sweat and now everything in the junkyard felt like feathers to him. He took a long pole and 26 buses and impaled 13 on each side to make the benchpress bar of buses. Jamal lifted the bar over his head grunting as him did so. The power in his crimson colored veins just pulsating with raw might and energy. Jamal had been pushing him limits all day and though he did not feel physical fatigue, his human mind had had enough. In a matter of moments, Jamal thought again and was encompassed by a crimson glow. His nearly 2600 pound massive mountain physique slowly shrank back down to the normal 400 pound one. The armor which had encompassed so much of Jamal's musclegrowth was once again fashionable clothing and the helmet and armbands disappeared into crimson smoke. Jamal was as he was and his ebony skin had returned to normal with no sign of the crimson veins. Suddenly out from behind a pile of scrap, rolled a man in a wheelchair. He was accompanied by a silver haired african woman and a scruffy rugged fellow who was smoking a cigar and gazing intently at Jamal's physique. "Hello Jamal. My name is Charles Xavier. I am the dean of Xavier Academy for the Gifted and these are my colleagues, Ororo and Logan. We think you would be a great addition to our school. We could teach you to hone your skills and make them more suitable than for just lifting junk." Jamal thought hard. <The last time he left Atlanta for some kind of adventure he ended up meeting Cytorak. Who the fuck knows what he could encounter elsewhere. But then again, Atlanta was getting old and boring. Maybe this could be a good idea. They said they can help me with my abilities. That's a lot of power to control.> Jamal you are not the only one with great power. Jamal jumped. Somehow the old man had spoken to him in his head. Then another voice, much more familiar, spoke into Jamal's head. Go ahead and join him. I can give Matt some sort of ability so that he can go too. Who knows it could be fun... Jamal thought about then agreed, of course if Matt could come along. Him and Matt went back to the apartment to gather somethings and would meet them in the morning... <"That was too easy Charles." "Relax Logan, I'm sure it will go smoothly, if you let it."> <"That was too easy Cain. The boy is going to be right under Charles' nose now. Now we can exact our revenge for all the times he has foiled us." "I know. Did you see the way the boy tapped into your power like that? I've never seen a juggernaut that large. I could barely hit 1000 punds. This bloke almost hits 3000." "Yes, I know. He has a strong will, but with that size and power, not even the great Professor X will be able to stop us."> To be continued... PART SIX Part 6: Orientation at the Xavier Academy Jamal stood in front of the massive oak doors that belonged to Xavier’s institute. The building was guised under a school for gifted students. However, Jamal knew that inside were some of the most powerful mutants in the world, including the headmaster. Go on in Jamal. You might need to talk with professor Xavier about your…new cirriculum. “I will do this my way. Hold on a second.” Jamal walked up and down the halls. It looked normal enough but that’s when he saw him. He was every bit as built as Jamal was. Slightly taller and bursting out of with dress shirt with blue furry muscle. The blue colored man-beast walked up to Jamal, his muscles sauntering and flexing along the way and extended a paw to the Juggernaut. “Hello. You must be Jamal. My name is Hank McCoy.” “Pleasure to meet you. Dude, where do you work out? You’re a beast!!!” “Well, beast is relative. This power is part of my mutant ability.” Jamal felt his manhood slightly tense up and the beast must have taken notice. Jamal thought he could see him flex one of his meaty pecs at him. “Maybe we can discuss my theory on mutant evolution in my lab sometime. Bring some old clothes though, I might put you to work.” Jamal nodded and walked away. At 400 lbs. of muscle, without him using the Cytorrak crystal, the Beast was every bit as large as Jamal was. Things were turning out to be interesting at this academy after all. As Jamal strolled through the hallways he saw the abilities granted to those at his new home. Telekinesis, weather control, plasma blasts, multiplication, super speed, and even teleportation. All of these things made Jamal feel less like a freak and he still noticed that he had not checked into his new room. The room looked like a normal dorm room. There was some nice headroom and Jamal figured out that the bed had been specially reinforced to hold him. Everything was perfect. Now he needed to talk with Cytorrak. Cytorrak. I need to talk with you. Cytorrak… Jamal then heard a voice that was not like former symbiote. Cytorrak is gone. Only Marko remains. You got me into this mansion and I’m gonna tear it down brick by brick! Jamal noticed that he was now dressed in his juggernaut armor, as well as Marko. They would have to fight until one of them was no longer able to continue. Jamal was nervous. Marko had after all been a juggernaut way longer than him. But he pressed on. Blow after blow was struck as the two massive piles of muscle collided. Cain seemed to be able to harness more power, but Jamal stayed vigilant and kept on the attack. Cain at one point forced Marko down to his knees. “Just what I thought, still a lapdog.”Jamal you must fight him. It was Xavier. Jamal focused on the power of the crystal and commanded its power. Then he grew. He whole body exploded with even more muscle growth. Jamal was pushing 900 lbs. when Cain threw a hard right into his abs. The abs stayed firm and Cain let out a shriek of pain. Jamal knew who was now in charge and hoisted Cain above him. Red energies began to flow from Cain into Jamal. As the black ex-college boy-turned juggernaut kept growing larger, Cain grew smaller and weaker. This, Jamal had figured must have been his original form before meeting Cytorrak. After sapping all of the red energy he dropped Cain to the ground and stood above him a massive 2800 lbs. of massive impenetrable muscle. Cain looked up at his conqueror in defeat and shame. “Please let me pleasure a real juggernaut before I die.” Jamal realized that Cain was not lasting very long is this crimson barren earth environment. The power of the crystal must have sustained him and now that Jamal had it all, Cain would soon perish. Jamal realized that what were his clothes were now shreds. His massive black cock stood a whopping 23 inches long and 8 inches around. Cain mustered his last bit of strength and got to his knees, taking the cock into his weakened mouth. He sucked until he heard Jamal moan in pleasure. Jamal flexed his cock up and down lifting Cain off the ground as it moved. He looked at his tank like body and began to flex his gargantuan muscles. “Yes Cain, suck that black monster!” Cain had to stop a little past the head but made it work. Jamal began to moan in pleasure. He was being serviced like never before. His muscles began to pump and swell even more with his increased testosterone. Then he came into Cain’s mouth. Gallon after gallon of cum forced its way into Cain Marko’s insides. Then, Cain stopped moving. Jamals massive amounts of cum were running out of his eyes and ears. His body had been flooded in Jamal’s massive nut. Jamal stood over his fallen predecessor and finally knew. He was now THE Juggernaut and the power of the crystal was now his. After leaving his crimson realm, he was back at the institute. He appeared back in his room still at his mammoth proportions. Shrinking himself down to a cool 600 lbs. he wondered if Beast could help find some new clothes. As he threw his bed spread around his body he walked down to Beast’s laboratory. He was going to like it here at the Academy. PART 7a: Juggernaut pt. 7: Getting to know your teammates!Jamal, after having finally removed Cain Marko from his muscled persona known as the juggernaut, just appeared back in his room in “Xavier’s School for Gifted Students” weighing a whopping 600 pounds. Jamal looked in his mirror and noticed how much more manly he looked than the recent college grad he was several months ago. His black chest hair had thickened and his muscles looked more and more dense. He also noticed that his eyes and his hair had taken on a crimson color, yet the veins no longer glowed when he grew. The power was now becoming fully integrated into his being and it was his to control. Jamal plopped on the bed. Here he was at this new school and had no friends here at all. What was even worse, there was no cheerleaders or restaurant owners to fuck. He decided to walk around and check out his surroundings. Maybe then he would get some leads in the right direction. First, though, Beast had asked for his help in the lab. He would handle this first and then take the tour later. Jamal headed down a flight of steps, through some corridors on the east wing of the school to find the lab occupied by Beast. Jamal could see where he got his name. In addition to the blue fur and animalistic features, Beast was exactly that; a beast. He weighed around 600 pounds, but was extremely agile and fast for someone with his physique. His lab coat, Jamal noticed, was big enough to cover a family car. The muscles bulged underneath the coat. His pecs rippled and flexed automatically as he went from one side of the lab to the other carrying with the utmost care a beaker of some type of greenish fluid. Jamal knocked on the door and saw the man-animal motion for him to come in. “Jamal, hi there. I’m Hank McCoy. I hope its not too much but I needed your help in lifting this reactor barrel and placing it in this machine. The barrel weighs the same amount as a hummer and I can’t lift that much alone.” “No sweat Mr. McCoy.” Jamal focused on his power and began to expand with more muscle. Beast watched with interesting intent as the black titan continued to grow and grow. Jamal looked and saw somewhat of a decent tent in the Beast’s slacks, but the man-animal moved the lab coat to try to hide it. Jamal walked over to the reactor barrel with a slight grin on his face. He now weighed about 1400 lbs. of solid muscle. Grabbing the barrel with one hand he easily picked it up, making sure to flex his 40” bicep in Beast’s face. After securing the barrel in the machine, Jamal turned back to the Beast. His coat could do nothing to hide the gigantic tent in his slacks now. Jamal gazed into those eyes and wrapped his massive arms around him. He felt the Beast in his mouth and all those animal-like teeth as their tongues wrestled each other for supremacy. Jamal held the Beast off the ground with one arm and ripped his lab coat and slack off with the other, leaving a massively muscled mutant with a 14” pole in his grasp. Beast began to moan as Jamal licked his furry body. From his furred chest to his armpits, the Beast was being pleasured like he never had before. Jamal’s powerful body overwhelmed the Beast completely. “You like what you see Hank?” “Yes Jamal. More, please don’t stop!” Jamal inserted his dick into Beast. The 600 lb. mutant frame was impaled by the mammoth tool. In and out, Jamal plowed Beast until the 600 lb. mutant could take no more. Shots and shots of cum flew onto Jamal’s thick and hairy chest and on his abs and biceps. “Lick it off!” Jamal commanded and the Beast took his thick long tongue and caressed every inch of Jamal’s muscular upper body. “Ummm yes that feels good Hank,” as the Beast fondled Jamal’s hard nipple. Jamal fucked and fucked his dick going in and out of the Beast. “Unnnnnggghhhhh!!” Jamal came inside of the Beast. Warm cum filled the Beast’s insides and Jamal, slowly, removed him from his tool. Beast turned off the lights in the lab and Jamal, with Beast lying on top, fell asleep on the floor. Jamal dreamed of what his other teammates were gonna be like… To be continued… Part 7b: Juggernaut pt. 7 It had been many months since Jamal had bested Cain in his struggle to obtain complete control over the power of Cytorrak. The young, black, ex-football player was really starting to fit in at the academy. Just days ago he was finishing up his studies in political science from Hank McCoy, who works for the US Government as a mutant ambassador. Afterwards he had a massive workout with an exchange student from Russia who turns out to be almost as strong as Jamal, but only when he covers his skin in an impenetrable metal. Being a human juggernaut was all in the days work, but Jamal felt something was still missing. He wanted a job. He knew he was still huge…even at constant practice he could only get down to 475 lbs. and still remain comfortable. He thought maybe a construction worker, or a bouncer at the local night club would be best. The next day he went and asked the Professor about getting a job. When Jamal walked in the office, the professor looked as if he already knew what Jamal had on his mind. His comforting smile made Jamal’s question a little easier to ask. “Professor, you said that you want to teach us how to blend in with society, and I wanted to know if I could get a job outside the school…just to feel…you know…normal?” Xavier looked at the 6 foot 4 inch tall massive youth and couldn’t bring himself to say no. Something about him reminded him of a family that he never got the chance to have. “Sure”, said Xavier. Jamal leapt for joy and went to the nearest computer for the classifieds. Be careful though my student, for the world is not as joyous as you may believe. Jamal knew the professor had just sent him a telepathic message. He turned back to Xavier and nodded, acknowledging that he understood. Jamal searched high and low…everything from working at a car garage to retail stores he looked for everything. Finally he settled in on Walmart. Stockers were in high demand, and with Jamal’s heavy lifting capabilities, he was a shoe in for the job. He went and told Logan about the gig. He seemed not to care but congratulated him on the job anyway. Jamal had made the assumption that Logan had just gotten out of the danger room. He noticed the extreme pump of Logan’s frame. Muscle after muscle was glistening on Logan’s torso, his knuckles a fiery red from where his hands would heal after retracting the adamantium claws during battle. Although Logan looked as if he were 235 lbs. of trained muscle, he actually weighed over 300lbs. due to the adamantium grafted to his frame. Jamal wondered what it would be like to fuck him full out. Since having his juggernaut abilities he has always had to watch his sex life, keeping his strength at a minimum else he may injure someone. Even the Russian and Beast could only take so much…maybe Jamal at 700 lbs., but Logan could heal. The possibilities were endless. Plus, the Cytorrak crystal properties allowed Jamal to heal when injured as well…the possibilities were endless. So he asked… “Mr. Logan.” “Yeah?” “Have you ever considered fucking…a guy?” “WHAT??!!” “Don’t take it the wrong way, but I think you’re hot and I can never go full out on anyone because I may hurt them or worse…you may be the only one that I use my full power on. You might enjoy it too…” Logan looked at the kid…he thought about the days long ago when he longed for a relationship but was afraid he may accidentally trigger his claws due to a sudden flashback or rage. He knew he couldn’t hurt this kid, and he still had this pump. But they needed a place where Jamal could unleash his true power without crumpling the mansion. Logan knew just the place… The blackbird was among the finest jets in the world. Able to achieve speeds beyond the mach level Jamal and Logan found themselves in the wilderness of Canada in no time flat. The huge trees and peaceful streams and rivers was calming to the both of them. Jamal had worn a black wifebeater and his black X-Men tights…which were the only garment that would stretch to…fit him. Logan had a flannel shirt and blue jeans with the sleeves on the shirt rolled slightly to his elbows. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest covered in hair and a eight pack of abs. “Ready?” Jamal asked. “Yeah, yeah…get on with it.” Logan tried to sound tough but was itching at the chance to go all out with this kid. Jamal focused for a minute and then his eyes glowed the familiar shade of crimson. Mentally, Jamal was tearing down the barriers that allowed him to subdue the majority of his mass, allowing the powers of Cytorrak to course throughout his body. Letting out a massive roar, Jamal stared at Logan through lusting crimson eyes as pounds of muscle added onto his already massive black frame. Arms grew from 28” to a whopping 46” of pure defined muscle. His thick tree trunk legs ballooned out with massive thighs at 49” and calves at 35” of rock hard muscle. Jamal stopped at 1200lbs., but Logan saw through the kid. Even at 6’8” Jamal was still readable. Logan knew his charts in the danger room and walked up to Jamal’s big dick. “Don’t hold back, you can’t hurt me…” This was all Jamal needed, and again he began to balloon. His shoulders and chest stacked with power. His abs grew to the size of large cobblestones. Jamal was now reaching 1700lbs. of black juggernaut power. He flexed his massive quads and burst from his tights revealing his 28” dick. 9” around Logan starting oozing precum at the sight of the monster before him. Jamal suddenly snatched away Logan’s clothes with a quick jerk and easily lifted the 300 lb. adamantium laced mutant up to eye level and gave him the largest kiss. Both mutants naked in the Canadian forest. Logan looked at Jamal’s big dick and then back into the eyes of the mutant. He fell to the ground and began servicing Jamal’s big dick. Jamal begin to buck his hips as inch after inch went in and out of Logan’s wet mouth. Logan felt his esophagus bleed from the pressure and pain, but then felt it subside as his healing abilities kicked in. After hours of being face-fucked, Jamal laid down on the forest floor. Bringing Logan to his chest, Logan began to work his nipples. At this size Jamal’s nipples were the size of jawbreakers. Logan fondled and bit at the massive chest to the tunes of Jamal’s moaning. He had never been serviced at full size before. Jamal flexed his pec and Logan was not ready for the jolt…and separated a disc in his neck from the sudden jerk. However, things were soon set right as the disc repaired itself and Logan continued pleasuring his black juggernaut. Jamal grew impatient now. Logan was teasing Jamal and savoring every moment. The black juggernaut’s dick was now full mast and oozing pre cum into the crack of the Wolverine. Jamal was lubing the healing mutant for the ride of his life. Slowly he entered Logan. Logan howled in pain…and pleasure as Jamal forced inch after inch into the mutant until 17 inches had been inside Wolverine. Logan began to buck up and down on the massive tool and Jamal began to buck in rhythm. But the black juggernaut wanted more. Sitting up, he jammed Logan down further until the entire shaft was coursing through the mutant. Logan howled once again and claws flared from his hands to try and ward off the pain. However, it was no use…Jamal would not be denied his prize. Logan jabbed his claws into one of the massive black pecs, but the density of the muscle just barely allowed Logan to pierce the skin. Jamal fucked the mutant with all his might and power; the very ground trembling with every thrust until Logan collapsed on the juggernaut’s chest with eyes glazed over with a look of pure lust. Hours and Hours went by and Jamal continued to pound and pound…he would feel the blood trickling down the shaft, but then stop due to the healing factors. Wolverine ass continued to stretch to fit the massive dick. He almost passed out several times but his healing abilities kept him in the fight. “Don’t stop, please.” Logan couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was riding the dick of his life. His 24” arms pounded in futility on the rock hard cobblestones that were Jamal’s abs. Jamal showed no signs of slowing down…no sign of stopping. He was a machine and Logan was the only man in the world who could satisfy him. Jamal moaned at his mutant lover. He took his large hand and slapped the ass of Wolverine who bruised at that point and cried in pain. The bruise quickly subsided, but red was still there from where the skin was tender. Then, Logan felt it…he shot his massive load all over Jamal’s abs. Jamal scooped the cum between his massive, meaty fingers, and licked them clean. “Please big daddy more…” Wolverine was asking for punishment… and the juggernaut was happy to oblige. Jamal grew yet again inside Logan pushing 2300 lbs. Logan was in pure bliss. Finally, after what seemed like days, Jamal pulled out of Logan and stood him up against a tree. Logan had lost all feeling in his body and it was taking an unusually long time for his healing factor to restore his motor skills. Jamal shot his massive load. Torrent after torrent of cum covered Logan from head to toe until he looked like a glob on the trunk of a tree. His hairy chest lined with the cum from the juggernaut. Jamal looked at his lover and said “Thank you. That was amazing.” Logan couldn’t believe the monster he just fucked and nodded in agreement. The last thing he remembered was collapsing into the arms of his juggernaut, as Jamal wrapped his massive arms around him and went to sleep on the forest floor. PART 8 Juggernaut pt. 8 Out in the Canadian wilderness, Logan was regaining consciousness thanks to his healing factor. Despite his lifespan and living through countless wars, Logan had never experienced pain and bliss like this. His hole was still stretched from the pounding he received from Jamal. How had this kid tamed the crimson menace Cytorrak? Logan, better known to his enemies as Wolverine, had tackled Juggernaut before, but in an evil way. But there was something different about this Avatar…the kid was in control. And Logan liked it. His bare naked body covered in snow, Logan was all too familiar with the icy climate of the Canadian tundra. He also noticed that he seemed to be lying on some type of mound…one that kept rising and falling as if it were breathing. Logan wiped away the snow to reveal a pair of ebony pecs that stretched as far as a Hummer, leading to a set of abs that looked like cobblestone from a historic downtown scene. On top of a now 3450lb. mass of juggernaut, Logan now observed two crimson eyes and a bright smile looking at him. The kid had not slept. He had no need to sleep. He had laid there under Logan waiting for him to recover. Logan had a spare suit in the Blackbird and went to recover it to shield his naked body. As Logan dressed, Jamal surveyed the gruffy looking mutant before him, he flashbacked right to that moment when not even the great Wolverine could hold on, and blacked out due to the sheer power of Jamal’s sex drive. At far glance, Jamal could have sworn Logan was bigger than before. He then focused his crimson energies and noticed that he, although unintentionally, had grown Logan just as Cytorrak had grown his friend Matt. Logan now weighed 475lbs. rugged glistening muscle. The drastic muscle growth is probably what delayed Logan’s healing process. Even after Logan emerged in his spare suit he could physically notice the change. The X-suit drastically expanded over the Canadian’s larger frame…seemingly outlining every pumped muscle. Jamal decided that he would let Beast investigate this, as it was Logan’s healing factor that prolonged his life. He didn’t want to jeopardize that. Suddenly, Jamal could hear birds flying overhead…there was a storm coming. But, there was no rain to be sensed. There was lightning and thunder…and without warning, an object crashed to the snow covered ground with a deep thud. Jamal went over to investigate the large crater left in the ground. He thought only he was capable of creating something that large. He heard the familiar sound of exposed adamantium as Logan followed closely…claws ready. Focusing his energy, the familiar armor began to emerge and cover Jamal. He decided that he could do without the helmet, as he might need all his line of vision in order to deal with whatever made that huge crater. Ever since Jamal defeated Cytorrak for exclusive right to Juggernaut power, he had been able to shape the armor as needed. It was more streamline…not as bulky, and very skin fitting revealing every bit of muscular power. Although Logan knew he outweighed the onyx beast by 25lbs., he knew that at a thought, the tides could drastically turn. Whatever was in that crater, he didn’t like it, and looked forward to using his new bulk in battle. Cautiously they approached the large crate. The object seemed mostly made of some type of metal…old leather wrapped the handle tightly with inscriptions carved into the surface. It looked as though it was perfectly made; every angle perfect. Not a single flaw. At first glance, it looked as though the hammer was comprised of silver. Jamal used his crimson powered senses. It wasn’t silver, titanium, adamantium, vibranium, or any known element on Earth. It was like no hammer Jamal had seen. Suddenly, there was a crash of lightning and a being appeared before them…clad in robes that looked as if they were borrowed from Norse mythology…long flowing blond hair. But Jamal, even after he had shrunk back to the 450lb. norm, had noticed the size of the man. He weighed every bit as much as Jamal and taller! A handsome square chin and a smile that brighten even the darkest of taverns. At that point, the being looked down at Jamal and Logan with a look of neutrality. He didn’t seem hostile, but he wasn’t exactly pleasant. Figuring he was a visitor from another realm, and seeing as he had appeared precisely where the hammer fell, Jamal thought he would make the first gesture. He bent down and wrapped his large hand around the leather bound hammer. Logan tried to mouth the word “stop”…but it was too late, as the ebony juggernaut lifted the small hammer with ease. With the most innocent of looks, Jamal said to the man “Is this your hammer?”… PART 9 Juggernaut pt. 9 - A Tale of Two BrothersThe hammer rested ever so gently in the large hand of Jamal. The blond giant clad in Norse armor took one look at the Juggernaut and the Wolverine…and smiled. “You my onyx friend, have a good heart,” bellowed the god-like being. “I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. Who are you? You do not look as puny as normal humans.” Jamal answered with his name, and then introduced Logan. “Why are you here Thor?” Jamal asked. Thor thus explained his story: My father’s palace was invaded today by Frost giants, led by my brother Loki…he’s adopted. While my father was placed in the Odin-sleep, a slumber that replenishes his life force, and thus leaves our palace weakened. I managed to defeat my brother and his army, but not before he used magic to banish me from Asgard for three earth days. I am stuck in this realm and cannot return until the sun sets on the third day. By then, I do not know how much of Asgard will have been compromised. My friends and allies will fight on so I am not worried. It will take Loki another week before he attacks Asgard again. Meanwhile, I fear he will try to attack Midgard next. With my allies stuck in Asgard, and me alone here, I think it only a matter of time before he sets out to conquer your world. I asked Mjonir to guide me to a source of energy strong enough to help me protect Midgard, and it seems…ebony giant, that it has chosen you. Jamal was awestruck…just moments ago, he had the sexual experience of his life, and now he was asked to accompany this titan on a mission to protect the earth. “Has Loki attacked yet”? “No, but it is only a matter of time…I know he is planning something,” Thor responded. “Well we will have to wait for Loki’s plan,” Jamal said. “Until then, we need to find back up. Wolverine, take the blackbird back to the mansion and let Prof. X know about our encounter. I will head to find help elsewhere. I read about some people who can help us out.” “And what would I do?” Thor asked. “You and your hammer can detect Loki’s energies. Keep a lookout for him, and alert us when you discover his plan…until then, try and blend in with the public”. Thor’s asgardian hammer suddenly turned into a pair of denim jeans, and button down denim shirt with construction work boots to match. Mjonir formed into a leather watch fitting snuggly around the wrist. “I was referred to as Donald Blake in another lifetime. I think that name will work now,” the now slightly smaller and normal looking Asgardian spoke. Wolverine was already preparing for liftoff. “Hey, Thor. Can that hammer transport me to New York?”. The watch flashed, and in an instant, Jamal found himself in Times Square. Ducking into alleys, and around corners he came upon a busted up gym located off the beaten path. There seemed to be only one person in there, and that was the person he needed. Jamal walked into the gym and noticed another black stud pushing iron around as if it weighed nothing. Clad in a yellow hoodie and some loose fitting black jeans, the behemoth benched what had to be industrial made bars with weights equaling that of small vehicles. Sweat drenched his coffee brown skin and little more facial hair that a goatee and mustache. His bald head glistened in the hot gym, and he looked to weigh every bit as Jamal, but a bit more dense in muscle tissue. “Can I help you?” the big man asked. “Yeah”, Jamal answered… “I’m just here to workout.” The big man looked at Jamal. “Kid, you look like you been liftin’, and you might be on that steroid shit, but this ain’t your standard college gym.” Jamal ignored the laugh from the ebony titan, and took a further look. What he thought were 45lb. plates actually weighed 200lbs. each. The bars each weighed 175lbs. Everything had been upped in weight and size to give this man a workout. Jamal looked at the brute. He looked aged, like in his early 40s, but built like a brick shithouse. “I still want to workout with you. Anything you lift, I want to work in on,” Jamal blurted out. “Kid if you can workout with me like that, then I’ll fuck the Hulk,” the big man laughed out loud again. “And what’s your name Hercules?”, joked the brute. “Jamal, and yours?” “The name is Luke…Luke Cage.” The nerve of this kid. Cage had seen big, but normal strength (even at that size) wasn’t shit compared to his. Cage had volunteered to receive superpowers in order to make some extra dough and for protection during racial times. The serum he received pushed his weight to well over 450lbs., increased his strength to superhuman levels, and made his skin nearly indestructible. He had done some brief missions under the alias “Powerman”, but that was all behind him. His girl, Jessica, left him and he pounded away his woes in the custom built gym. Jamal felt a stir. He wanted to be challenged. He saw Cage as a potential training partner. Usually Colossus would work out with him, but seeing as how he always had to maintain his other form to lift, it was pretty limited. But Cage…Cage was filled out in all the right places, and Jamal had ideas for this one. “So Jamal, let’s start with the bench.” Jamal had willed his armor to transform into workout clothes prior to coming into the gym. He was fueled by the power of Cytorrak. He would show Cage power…and then Cage would get his fuck by the Hulk… just not the green type. Jamal lowered himself under the bar. With four plates on each side, the weight was 1775lbs. Jamal hoisted the bar, much to Luke’s surprise and began pumping out reps. The weight was light and Jamal knew it. After pumping out 30 slow and consistent reps Jamal’s pecs began to push away from him. He flexed them a bit for Cage who began to lick his lips. Cage then pumped out 30 reps, but seemed to have to work extra hard for the last two. “Increase the weight,” Jamal said. Luke added another two plates to each side. Instead of benching though, Jamal grabbed the bar and began to curl the weight. The crimson bands on his arms stretching with each concentrated rep. The pump in his arms were incredible, and Jamal could feel the strength flowing through him. He could also feel something else…lust. He was timid with Logan…he had never pushed himself that far, but with this guy, he was not holding anything back. Jamal dropped the weight to the floor with a thud, and began to grow. He didn’t want to grow taller, he wanted power. He wanted domination. Cage’s dick was at full mast. He wanted the goliath. Jamal grew and grew past the 2300lb. mark. He picked Cage up like an infant and engaged in a deep passionate kiss. “This is your Hulk fuck,” Jamal whispered in Cage’s ear. Precum oozed from Luke’s tip as Jamal let his own precum drip into Cage’s mouth. After a while, Cage began to grow. His chest and back began to expand, ripping his hoodie to shreds. His legs grew more and more dense, and his shaft grew thicker and longer. All the while Jamal grew. Cage looked up and saw pure crimson eyes. Jamal had tapped into his subconscious…the place where he kept the bulk of his power. He wanted to use his full strength, but he needed a stronger subject first. Jamal entered Luke’s waiting ass. His precum lubed the way and inserted about half the flesh monster into the former superhero. Cage moaned in lust and pleasure, and began to buck up and down on the shaft. His impenetrable skin just served as a large flesh light for Jamal, and he couldn’t be happier. Then, as if commanded, Jamal shouted “Grow”. Cage once again exploded with muscle. He had never experienced such power. He was now stronger than even. Fuck a super soldier, he was the super soldier. Pulsing at 6’7” and 1200lbs. Cage was ripped. Not an ounce of fat, and all the while, he was be pummeled by this behemoth. Jamal smiled at his creation, but his eyes still stayed a deep shade of crimson. He had passed the 4000lb. mark and showed no intentions of stopping. Cage could only whimper as Jamal shoved more of his manhood into Cage. Each time, Cage would pump up to further dimensions. With a final surge, the crimson in Jamal’s eyes subsided, and only warmth and lust remained. Cage gazed at his 1900lb. body in the mirror. He was power, but nothing compared to the behemoth of whom he was at the mercy of. Jamal stood glistening and pumped at 5000 solid pounds of dense proportionate muscle. Jamal gazed into the eyes of his creation, and slowly slid the rest of his dick into Cage. Cage howled in pain, only for it to subside into pleasure. Cage, clawed and scratch Jamal’s back while getting the fuck of his life. Nothing phased the him. Cage pounded on Jamal’s beefy chest begging for release. The fists would have pulverized whatever it hit, but only made a small thud on the large monstrous chest. Jamal slammed Cage into the gym floor creating a large crater. Each thrust made a wave that threatened to comprise the old building. But Cage could take it. With impervious skin, it was just like a regular fuck. Jamal slammed in and out of Luke and the pleasure made the “hero-for-hire” roll his eyes in the back of his head in pleasure. Toes were curled and tree trunk sized legs wrapped as far around Jamal as possible, clinging for more sex. Cage tried grabbing a fully loaded bar to stabilize, but Jamal grabbed the bar with one massive hand, and threw it across the gym, never losing his rhythm. He was there to establish dominance and will Cage to work with him. After this fuck session, Cage would be his, and he would have someone to handle all of his power. After several positions, Luke found himself riding the behemoth. His own massive hands resting on Jamal’s cobblestone abs. Up and down, Powerman rode the monster, his ass dripping precum from the monstrous tool invading his insides."Sooo.....much.....power...", Cage whimpered in pure lust, as Jamal continued dominating him. “What…are…you?”, Cage gasped. Jamal fucked steadily…seemingly ignoring the question. After hours and hours passed, their essence filling the gym with musk, Cage finally blew his massive load over his own abs and chest. Jamal fucked for a few more minutes and then released a massive load into Cage, who doubled over from trying to hold it all in, growing a few hundred pounds more. Jamal then slowly removed his massive tool from Cage’s now stretched ass and let him roll onto the cracked and destroyed floor, only to cum again on Luke’s face and chest. As he grabbed a gym towel and stood to wipe the sweat from his glistening, massive body, he looked down on an exhausted, spent, cum-covered and panting Luke Cage, smiled and simply said, “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch, and you're hired.” Outside, unbeknownst to either of the two Nubian monsters, a tall slender brown-haired man clad in green robes and a golden scepter smiled at the destruction, and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke. PART TEN Juggernaut pt. 10: Strange-Love It had been two days since the powerful, lust-filled romp between Jamal and the now monstrous Luke Cage. Weighing in at over 2000lbs., Cage was a beast. One day ago, Cage easily defeated the Thing in a “playful” wrestling match, which resulted in several cracks in the Thing’s physique…including his fists from trying to gut punch Cage. Ben Grimm was thankful for the quick healing technologies of his Fantastic Four partner Reed Richards. Two days since the warning from Thor, and still no signs of Loki trying for a takeover of Earth. According to the hammer-wielding god of thunder, there would only be one day til Thor would return to Asgard to his father Odin and the rest of his people. Still, despite the quiet and his new relationship with Luke, Jamal felt uneasy. He had had confrontations with mutants who could read minds, control metal objects, and god-like beings who could create avatars of their power. Jamal was such an avatar. As the juggernaut, Jamal couldn’t remember the last time he actually had to eat, drink, sleep, or even breathe for that matter. The one thing Jamal still felt connecting him to being human was the sex. And there was lots that. He would eventually have to force himself to stop with most of his partners because they needed to sleep. However, with mutants and super humans like Wolverine and Luke Cage, he could go for hours and hours on end. Still, some part of him wished to be a normal human: to enjoy a steak and lobster, to have a beer with his classmates, to play a game of football without worrying about injuring his fellow players or worse. Still, with no signs of Loki yet, Jamal felt that this time could be spent gathering more allies for the impending battle. He did not know much about Loki, except from what he gathered from Thor. Loki, apparently, was a god of mischief, had exceptional strength and stamina, half-frost giant (whatever that was), and was a master in magic. Well giant blood or not, between Cage and himself, Jamal was sure he could match almost anyone in strength and stamina. Magic, however, was a different task. Due to Cytorrak’s power, it was very difficult for Jamal to be possessed, or controlled. The spellcaster, normally, would have to take over Cytorrak first, who would eventually make the avatar do his bidding. Since Jamal had full control over this essence, the spell would have a tougher time controlling both of them at once. Jamal thought of his new love Luke. What if Loki infected him? He wouldn’t have the heart to stop him. They really had grown close over the last couple of days, and there was no one else on the planet that could satisfy Jamal sexually. Yes, he needed someone with magical capabilities. Just then, he felt a tug…almost like a mental tug. Jamal didn’t have his juggernaut helmet but this was no psychic mutant invasion. He felt those before. This was someone trying to pry into his thoughts. Suddenly, a projection entered his thoughts. A middle aged man with jet black hair, dressed in occult clothing and jewelry hovering in a meditative position. His age seemingly determined by the neutrality in his eyes, and seemingly graying temples. The projection spoke: You are strong indeed, avatar of Cytorrak, to guard your thoughts from me. I am called many things, but you may call me Doctor Stephen Strange. I know of your dilemma, and I can be of great service. My associate, Wan, will meet you at this address (a location flashed through Jamal’s thoughts). With that, the projection disappeared and Jamal snapped out of his daze. He was sitting on the makeshift couch in Luke’s gym. Apparently, Luke had outfitted the place as a living and training quarters. Jamal kind of felt bad he almost wrecked it. There was a huge reinforced bed, a bathroom, hologram projector (courtesy of something called SHIELD), and of course a kitchen. It was from this where a 7 ft. 2000lb. smiling tower of onyx power emerged with two plates of food. Although Jamal was now much smaller than Cage, Cage knew that Jamal could outgrow him at a moments notice. Nonetheless, Jamal knew he didn’t have to eat…but Luke insisted that he did. He didn’t want his man wasting away. When Jamal opened his mouth to remind him that he didn’t need food and tell him of his encounter with Doctor Strange, Cage shoved in a fork full of chicken pasta. It tasted great, and eventually Jamal finished the entire plate (although he didn’t feel full). It reminded him of being somewhat human, at least for a while…and it was nice that Cage was taking such great care of him. After dinner, Cage slowly began to peel off Jamal’s clothing, revealing the solid musculature of the juggernaut. “I’ve never been this big before J”. “Thanks for sharing some of yourself with me.” “No problem,” Jamal said. He had wanted someone to handle his sexual urges, but then had an idea. Cage saw his lover’s eyes glow the familiar shade of crimson and watched as pounds of muscle began to pile onto his lover. However, Jamal stopped at around 1400 lbs. And the crimson shade subsided. Next, Jamal tapped into his inner power again, this time lowering a significant portion of the magic keeping him invulnerable. He took one of his large hands and stroked the large black dick of Luke, making him moan in lust. Cage began oozing precum, and what was left of his clothing had been ripped away by Jamal. Jamal bent down and gently lapped the precum with his tongue sending Cage into a frenzy. Afterwards, Jamal wrapped his mouth around the wet cock and went to work sucking Cage for all he was worth. Cage grabbed the back of Jamal’s head and face-fucked him with all his power. Jamal could just feel the strength radiating from the legs of Cage and his forehead touching the chiseled lower abdomen of the powered up hero for hire as he gagged on the monster being force fed to him. After Cage was fully lubed, Jamal said “I just want to be yours today.” “Take me”, growled Jamal. Cage lifted the Juggernaut up like a baby and slammed him on his massive lubed dick. Jamal howled in bliss and pain as Cage used him like a toy, pushing Jamal’s hole to the hilt of his dick. Sweat began to build on Cage, who realized that the Juggernaut had lowered his defenses for him…and only him…so that he could do THIS. The thought drove Luke wild with lust and he began to pound harder. Jamal had to keep some of his healing abilities in tact, or Cage might have killed him. But invulnerability was another story. Cage was now in control, fucking with all his might; sweat glistening on the skin of the two behemoths…and for the first time, Jamal felt his eyes roll in the back of his head as Luke found his sweet spot over and over again. Jamal moaned in lust…he had never felt so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Luke carried Jamal, still impaled on his massive dick, to the bed and laid him down. Still keeping with his thursts, he looked down at his large lover…not quite as large as Cage, and smiled in dominate satisfaction. Jamal moved his hand to jerk his own dick only for his ass to be smacked by a large hand and a resounding “NO” to be commanded to him. Luke reached his large meaty paw around Jamal’s dick and began to twist and jerk, sending the crimson juggernaut into pure ecstasy. “You belong to me tonight baby”, said Cage as he continued to work the ass and dick of his love. Jamal reached up and felt the tense bicep of Cage and the massive chest. He knew he could be twice this size and dominate him, but for tonight…this was enough…and “enough” felt damn good. Cage saw the lust and began to flex, his rod still filling Jamal’s hole. Jamal, however, didn’t want Luke to have all the fun, and began to flex the muscles in his ass, clamping onto the massive tool inside, massaging it for its worth. Cage felt shudders as his man tool was aroused; his beefy hand still working a big dick. He would not be denied and picked the behemoth up and slammed him on the bed, until he stopped flexing his ass and submitted. Cage was king tonight, and Jamal knew it. Both men, animals of lust, gods of power and strength. Finally, Cage could take no more, and unloaded torrent after torrent of cum into Jamal’s ass. Still gripping Jamal’s dick, Luke swallowed the tool and sucked Jamal dry. Although no growth occurred from the milking, Cage was satisfied nonetheless. He then withdrew his rod from his lover with a resounding pop and collapsed on the bed next to Jamal. Cage turned over to watch the sweaty, heaving muscles laying next to him, rising and falling with every breath. Jamal had been pushed to sexual exhaustion, and an unfamiliar sense had washed over him…sleep. Cage smiled and whispered in his ear…”Cytorrak, I know you’re still there; make him invulnerable again for me, but I ask you to let him sleep.” A strange crimson glow washed over Jamal, and the bruises from the chest slaps and slams, the purple patches surrounding his ass where Cage pounded with superhuman strength, and the dislodged jaw areas from the face-fucking suddenly began to repair. However, the slightly smaller giant remained fast asleep. Cage smiled and hugged his lover to him in a strong embrace and drifted to sleep. Elsewhere…an elderly man enters a den-like area to find a middle-aged man floating in mid-air in a state of meditation. “Stephen, you may want to transport them here.” Stephen Strange opened his eyes, and turned to his friend, smiling. “I will transport them in the next few hours Wan. For now, let them enjoy their time and love. They will need as much as possible for the coming days.” To be continued…