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  1. Warning this story contains acts of violence against animals and in Graphic detail. If this not your thing please turn away now. This is purely fantasy and as a horse lover irl I would never think of harming an animal. The tan skin rose, under it where muscles. A huge swell was created in John’s right arm as he brought it into flex. Fist closed and gripped tight he looked at the impressive mount that sat between his shoulder and elbow. His left rose as he created a double biceps pose holding his arms up proudly to the mirror. The grey tank top he wore had once provided a loose fit but now was stretched to near translucent sheet over his torso. His chest had transformed in a wall of muscle that the top had a hard time covering. Pec's bigger then a man's head ballooned out from behind the top, his cobblestone like six pack dropped out the bottom of his tank top. His bottoms hadn't fair any better. Tree trunk like legs and his spurt in height had reduced his shorts to looking more like briefs that clung to the thick muscles of his legs, and around the throbbing mass that hung between them. The muscle bound hunk puffed up his mighty “RIP!” Seconds later two scraps of grey fabric hit the floor while he looked at his own bare chest. Blood pumped through his veins till yet again there was a mighty rip then a sudden crack. The shorts he had worn now dropped from his legs in several pieces. Cracks snaked throughout the reflective glass as the enormous foot long cock buried the semi erect length into the wall behind the mirror. “Fuck” the 7ft tall Latino said as while his hand stroked down along his body prompting his semi erect cock to grow longer and fatter. Pre dripped from the aching head. Naked and hornier then he had ever felt himself John placed his hand on the wall and pushed gently. No resistance came as hundred year stone, and cement, built to resist ancient siege weapons, gave to conservative use of force John had applied from the tips of his fingers. The side of the , two storey building slammed down onto the large courtyard of the hotel the god had booked into. The cold English air struck the Mexican god, the monster erection deflated a little in the cold but was still enough to shame a horse .as his bare feet sunk into the flagstone of the courtyard. Cracks spider out as his now immense weight reduced the solid stone to powder below his foot. His cock throbbed as he eyed a structure across the yard. Within seconds he strode to the structure. Behind him lay a trail of solid stone slabs that were now pulverised. He smirked “stables, prefect~” The stables came alive with noise when the wooden door into bolted from its frame and travelled down the stable before becoming splinters against a stone wall. The door was filled by a large mass. John had been force to duck to avoid smashing through the doorway. Upon entry the titanic horny young man’s eyes lit up. Before him stood a group of fine equestrians. All of them looked big and strong compared to a human yet all they all paled in comparisons to him. The first equestrian he encountered was a large brown shire horse, his muscles where clearly defined under his thick brown coat and between his legs hung a large package hung, cock out the sheath the moment John busted down the door. He towered over the equine and looked down to lesser being and watched it cower as a true alpha loomed above it. He leaned down and smirked as he pressed a hand against it's chest of the horse, feeling the soft coat of the equestrian, and the supposedly powerful muscle of the workhorse. Barely applying the slightest bit of pressure he felt the equines body feeble shift across the stable floor as if it weighted nothing as it let out a tremendous neigh as it was moved like an oversized chess piece, despite it's loud and aggressive protests. “God how weak are you?” He asks laughing as the horse's shaft throbbed in deep arousal as it came to realise that it was inferior in every way possible, and this being had no mercy. Reaching in he grasped the equus and lifted it up so he could peek at its shaft “HAHAHA! Hung like a horse, pah my soft cock could flatten could crush your whole package then some” he said with a dark chuckle as he dropped the squirming horse back to the floor. His cock which twitched and throbbed as he reached down and brutally grabbed the equines maw as it laid on its belly struggling to stand back up. Raising a foot he stomped on it's left foreleg with an almighty crack disabling the horse “awww looks like I'm gonna have to put you down pathetic little pony” he says tauntingly. His fingers slide into the maw of the horse shattering a few of its teeth as he did. His two fingers effortless prized the jaw open while he locked eyes with the cowering animal, displaying complete and other dominance over the normally power animal. He hoisted the horses head upwards, holding its head before his tip forcing it to take it the potent alpha males musky scent. His arm dragged the body through the straw bedding to the pulsating head of the colossal cock. The mighty shaft was a tight fit in the mouth which could easily engulf a humans hand. The stallion let out muffled neighs and snorted as the cock filled it's maw, the shaft slid deeper into the mouth dislodging teeth as the massive mushroom ploughed into its throat. .The panicked snorts of the equine became more rapid as it struggled for breath with the oversized cock blocking it's throat. One hand on it's neck, resting in the short cut brown mane, this effortlessly restrained the squirming beast. John's moans soft shuddered the structure as he forced the horse to blow him. It’s remaining legs kicked out relentlessly as it tried break the vice like grip. The maw of the equestrian was barely able to fit the semi erect shaft in but the horse found that his cock was erecting. Thickening and growing longer the cock pressed ruthlessly against the jaw of the horse. The stallions eyes watered as it looked up its mouth bulged, it looked to be in unbridled pain. “What struggling on my manhood?, to big for you little horse. You should be honour to please me~” he taunted all the while the mighty cock grew longer and longer as John pressed the helpless creature into a forceful blowjob it couldn’t handle. With a sudden “CRACK!” the squirming stopped abruptly. The spine of the horse jutted from the back of its neck. A bloody gouge had been ripped open by the growing length as it reached it's full size. “Ahhh fuck.. Puny thing was nice, thanks for getting your alpha god hard.” he teased to body of the horse. He spied his next little victim and ran a hand along his blood painted member. Looking to the other equestrian, this horse was his next victim. The white speckled Andalusian brayed as John moved closer, the war horse panicking at the presence of such a mighty being. He then looked to its face that was almost on the level with his own “don't worry big guy” he said with a smirk as he took a look under it and snickered as he saw the well hung stallions throbbing meat, laughing at how small and puny these stallions really where. He grabbed a thick rope and tossed it around the stallions neck before tying it around his left wrist. “YAH! “He yelled in a voice loud enough to shudder the stable causing the brave horse to make an effort to flee. It ran at full pelt for a second before it ran out of slack on the rope. John watched as the horse pulled against his arm, pouring all its might into moving the arm yet John could not feel the equines feeble efforts. “Is that everything you've got?” he asked raising an eyebrow before shifting his arm backwards flinging the equine back across the room “Well time to go for a ride I think” the hunk playfully teased as the horse rose back to its hooves. He grasped the horses by its mane as he swung a leg over the animal. He rested his bare ass on the soft fur of horse and let his full weight rest on its back. The horse let out a colossal neigh which was more like a scream as the muscular body weight more than it seemed. The legs of the beast of it shuddered violently as the it was force to bare the brunt of his incredible weight, “THUMP!”.The horse legs yielded, snapping like twigs under the incalculable weight of its passenger. The mighty stallion now laid on the ground pinned under John’s herculean body. His dick throbbed as he felt the big equestrian crumble under his monstrous weight. Rising up he saw the imprint his buttocks had left embedded in the horses back. Reaching up he gently grasped a steel support beam, his fingers dug into the steel like it was play doh. His legs grasped the barrel of the horse and the panting animal felt the tight grip of the legs as it seemed to weigh nothing to John. He hoisted himself up holding the horse as if it weighted the same as a feather as John began performing pull-up. The junks weight the agonized solid steel truss as with each rep his powerful thighs tightened on the beasts ribs, it panted as the air was slowly squeezed from its lungs as his thighs tightened around it. Feeling the mighty legs tightening and ruthlessly squeezing the life from the Andalusian it began to fight back struggling with all its strength, this only aroused John further as he felt how feeble this creature was. The horses ribs where no match for the power of John's thighs, effortless powering through the equines torso till the large triceps touched reducing a section of the horse's spine to a fine powered before he opened his legs and the war horse dropped from between his legs as two parts. The the animals internal organs where pulverised to a lumpy red paste that leaked from the two halves of it. The thick metal beam snapped as he pulled himself up for the last time “urgh flimsy metal” the god grumbled as he looked down to his legs that had been painted red with blood from it. Reaching down he grabbed a lung from his leg. walked through the wooden divider that separated the horses stalls, reducing it to splinter as he passed through it. John watched in amusement as the white Arabin stumbled backwards in shock seeing John effortless walk through the divider. With a smirk he gave his shaft a rub. The blood from his first victim acting as a lubricant. The rock hard shaft slammed into the white race horses neck, knocking the equine to floor like it was merely a toy. The brutal slap left a bloody red stain on the prefect white equine. It let out a panicked neigh as John firmly planted a foot on its back “Stay down” he command while chuckling to think of how he was toying with the extremely pricey and highly sort after breed to get of. His hand kept rubbing his rock hard and throbbing shaft, the blood across his tip mixed with pre that dripped out onto the back of the horse as he aimed his massive shaft down at the trapped horse. The horse let out squeals of pain as the boiling hot pre burnt it's skin much to John's arousal. His hand jerked the bloody shaft while he moaned out, placing a hand on the wall causing it to shudder as the dust fell around shaking stable and his fingers sunk into the stone of the old building. His hand kept going rapidly along the mighty foot long shaft, dripping copious of his boiling pre across the equines back coating the trapped horse's back in burns and dried pre cum. With every impact of the boiling liquid the horse screamed in pain. Pausing the alpha male looked around and smirked, he grabbed the rear end of his second victim and chuckled. “You might be enough” he taunted as he entered the horse as if it was guy. His massive shaft carved a path through the body rear end of the horse. He pulled the equine into himself till his shaft broke from the torn half. He began to drag it along his shaft, back and forth, dribbling more pre. After several seconds of stimulation using the ruined equine he let out a deep and powerful moan before a river of seed spilled from his shaft across the back of the equine. He gripped the rear end resting on his shaft and tore it in two “AHHHHHH FUCK YEAH!” he roared out drowned out the panicked neighs of the horse he war burying in his hot seed. The panting titan paused as the heavy and sticky splooge trapped the equestrian up to its neck. “awww well looks like your mine now” he taunted. He strode to the front of the pinned horse and stood with his hands on his hips “think yourself honoured puny beast I'm going to crack your head between my thighs, like egg!” he laughed as he grasped the head between his thighs, his large balls rubbing on the horses mane. His thighs began to gently squeeze the Arabians skull, it let out panicked noises trying to force itself free of the cum and the gods thighs. He held the head in place for several minutes. Cracks echoed though the barn as he would slowly squeeze tighter, applying more pressure to the equines skull, shattering bones, popping veins causing his already red thighs to get a fresh coat of paint. A resounding “crack” filled the room followed by a soft “splat” as he felt the brain of the horse splatter to paste on his legs. The skull itself fell from the torn skin of the face to the floor, shattered into hundreds of fragments in a slow and painful process. “hah yeah take that worthless horse” he bellowed before he made his way to the second to last stall in the stable He looked at the horse and grinned as it had retreated to the rear of the stable. In the centre of the stall was a large pool of white “Awww heh glad even simple things like you know how sexy I am” he said looking at the pool of cum before turning to see the large animal had backed itself into a corner foolishly. Trying to avoid death at the hands of John. The gate on the front of the stall did nothing to stop him as he walked thought it letting the wood disintegrate against his thighs. His feet left imprints thought out the stall as he slowly and purposely walked towards the cowering equestrian, intimidating the large creature with his size and displays of power. Looking down at the scared horse “Awww what’s wrong scared of big ass me…..well hehe good you should cower before me” he laughed and put a foot down on the normally huge chestnut brown Belgian Draft horse. The horse was even larger then the prior shire horse he’d murdered but still laughable compared to him. Watching the breed that held the tittle of strongest in the world struggling to shift his large foot was entraining to say the least, the sight of just how powerful he was caused his cock to stiffen back to it’s full and rather colossal size. He lifted his foot of the stallion he chuckled and lifted both of his large into a double biceps pose, each was thicker then a cannon and was more powerful then the combined might of all the equines upon the planet “calling this guns would an insult~ they’re more powerful then any guns.” he said with a smirk spread across his face. Reaching down he grasped it’s muzzle and yanked the equine up forcing it; s head onto his right arm. He effortlessly fought the forceful protests it put up and simply laughed at it’s efforts to stop him. Still laughing at the measly horse he slid the head so it rested between his arm and biceps. It’s eyes soon saw nothing but John as the large, dense beef of his arms obscured it’s vision. “Think yourself lucky horse~ your going to get a close up of my prefect biceps~” He taunted as his flex began. The frantic and ruthless struggles of his trapped prey only became even more aggressive. A leg kicked out, the hoof crashed into his torso with a resounding “Smack !” before a clang echoed throughout the barn as a horseshoe crashed down into concrete in parts, shattering more as it impacted. Blood trickled down his abs as the horse neighed in agony as it’s hoof split wide open. John simply laughed while begin to flex his arm. The muscle’s that surround the horse’s head suddenly began swelling. He felt the soft groomed coat of his large prey as his huge muscles surround the head. The muscles gripping like a vice, engulfing the skull within them and blotting out the horses vision. He stopped flexing and looked to the swell of muscle that had captured the horse’s head and felt the throb of his monster cock “Hehe well the beast is ready for round 2 it seems and no little horsey I don’t mean you” he laughed as the sensitive nostrils of equine where filled with the stench of pure manliness as the horse was blinded by muscle and suffocating on musk, “What a feeble fucking creature you are” he said stroking his shaft with his free hand and laughing as he continues to flex his right arm. The muffled and just audible cracking of bones escaped from his muscle vice along with shrill neighs of the dying draft. He kept flexing making sure to keep a slow pace as to drag the suffering of his plaything. The body of the equine collapsed from exhaustion having struggled against him futility for 3 minutes while it’s oxygen was replaced with the potent musk of John. Feeling it was nearing it’s end he ramped up the pace. “CRUNCH! SPLAT!, CLAP!” Filled the old structure as his arm and biceps. met. The head of the equine as mostly gone, it’s muzzle that had barely poked from his muscle dropped to the floor while the rest was splattered along the inside of his flexed arm. The body had gone limp once behead, simply laid life as blood pour from the neck. Opening his arm unsurprisingly it’s head was no more. Red paste coated the inside of his arm, fragments of bone that once made up the horse’s sturdy skull pulverised to near powdered like substance mixed in with the viscera of it’s brain and feeble muscles “Only one more left” he chuckled to himself and grabbed a saddle as he exited the stall leaving a large behead body behind. The next stall contained his final victim. A horse he’d rode prior that day. The gypsies horse was scared clearly and had back of from the stalls entrance as it heard Johns footsteps shattering the stone floor. As John walked in front of the stall he turned with his back to the equine and raised a fist before delivering a brutal blow to the wooden doors in front of the stall. The white wood planks went flying across the courtyard and scattered across it, those directly impacted by his large fist exploded into splinters from the gentle punch “hehe now come I wanna ride you” He said hoping over the stall door shuddering the entire structure as he did and causing the small Irish cob to stumble into him, it’s head bashing into his abs. “It’s okay Silver” he chuckle to the extremely dark purple and white painted horse. His hand gripped it’s neck as he tossed the saddle on it’s back “I enjoyed our ride earlier so I decided where going on another..short ride” he laughed as he walked around the moderately tall horse and stepped over it’s back with easy and lowered himself. The stallion took his titanic weight just. It wanted to rear and buck this spine bending weight from it’s body but found that it was barely stand and began to plod out the stall as John pressed his legs gently inwards, painfully squeezing it’s barrel. The ground under the failing animal crack as the weight running though it’s legs caused them to bend as they left the stable. Each step becoming more and more of a strain as it felt as if the being on top was getting heavier. With every step his steed grew closer to collapse. The stallion had been right John was getting heavier, however not only was it heavier but large to. John’s butt expanded over the saddle and top Silver’s back, while in the front his package travelled up the equines neck resting before it’s face. John could feel how each step forward became more and more pained, the animals feeble struggle becoming greater and greater as it’s rider swelled slowly in scale and mass. Half across the yard “flump” Silver’s legs gave out as he and John both fell to ground. Silver was now pinned in place by John who smirked down now 10ft tall “Awww what to weak to hold me up this time ?” the growing Mexican teased and stroked his cock as his growth continued. His body quickly swelling larger and large Silver found himself being engulfed by the large ass and package of his rider. The flagstone of the courtyard shattered as his swelling body spilled from his disabled mount onto it. The owner of the farm ran from his house shotgun clutched in hand just in time to his the hind legs of one of his stallions vanish under John’s butt. The 30ft tall Latino heard the bird scattering bang of the shotgun and didn’t even look back to wielder as the pelts did nothing to his godly body. Though this growth the neighs of silver had been ever presence, panicked and continuous only stopping the stallion was forced to stop to take in the musky air. Now those neighs became muffled as John’s massive balls overtook the head of his little Irish cob pinning in place under him “Heh now little equine should I simply let my massing weight flatten you to a pulp or blast you out of existence with a fart~” he questioned as he felt the horse’s slight squirms under him. He felt the little horse struggling under his balls and ass. It’s weak frame barely able to move under the massive hunk of muscle. “Ahhh lets put you out of your misery” the titan taunted shifting from a sitting position so he was kneeling, legs spread out and the horse between them. Looking down at the large butt shaped dent he left in the courtyard. Laid cripple within the centre of it was the horses small purple and white body sticking out from the crumbled grey flagstone. Splayed out it had being compressed into the ground slightly by his tremendous weight. He decide to enjoy the view for a few more seconds before he dealt with it “Awww puny thing you where barely able to move me across the yard you flimsy little animal, I bet my dick’s bigger and stronger then you” John said as he grasped his shaft and moved it down to the disable equestrian. Lowering it down he rested the weight of his massive cock on the beaten and broken body of the horse. The tip of this massive member rested atop the equines head. The majority of it’s titanic weight compacting the what was left of the ribs of his toy horse while it throbbed. The shaft’s tip began to swell with blood as John became more aroused feeling the equines body breaking under the massive of his dick. Each time it swelled large the horse’s only intact body part, the head came under more pressure. His hips began to shift slightly grinding his cock back and fourth slightly, this gently movement rock the farm and more importantly to John bloodied his shaft as the movement tore flesh and pulped it to his shaft trailing a red gory mess along it. From this the tip and whole shaft grew slightly stiffer and larger pressing the skull of it’s equine plaything into the ground hard fracturing the fragile animal’s skull as it let a frantic and panic stricken neigh as John stopped and lifted his massive shaft from the animal laughing at the caved in ribs and mangled limbs of it. Standing up he raises one of his large and rather clean feet before stomping it down upon the animal. It let out a fleeting neigh but was cut of as the huge foot engulfed it’s body with a muffled “splat” coming out from under his sole as he began to grind “ hehe lets get busy~”
  2. (Took a little bit from an older CYOC story, can’t remember which, and added from there) He slams the door shut behind you and sits you on his lap as he sits his muscular ass on the closed toiled lid in the guys bathroom. He then reached out with his right hand and began groping one of your ass cheeks, as you began feeling along his muscular black arm. You squeezed, but couldn't hurt his steel-hard bicep, then he flexed it for you. The large ball of muscle jumped out and you gasped, "Wow. You're so strong." "Fuck yea I am bitch," replied Carlton in a dominant tone. He pulled away from your ass to reach up and fully flex both his incredible massive arms. He had decided to take you to the bathroom stall to fuck you in private, cause he’s straight, or so you thought. Because with how eager he was getting into the bathroom alone with you, you were beginning to have second thoughts. He then flexes both of his incredibly massive bit ps again, only this time a little harder. You look up at his imposing black form as he sits on the toilet lid in the bathroom stall and you on his lap. His arms looked even bigger. "Go ahead and feel em fag'." He smirked and looked at his own impressive limbs. 'They do look bigger,' he thought. While you continued to worship Carlton’s bulging right arm, you began making out with the god stud and teasing his large black nipple at the same time. You were trying to straddle his wide left thigh and pressed your chest against his, but for some reason you were having difficulty getting positioned, almost as if as soon as you found a comfortable position, it instantly went away. Suddenly, Carlton felt very uncomfortable in his xl boxers. He pulled his tongue out of your mouth long enough to say, "Fuck nigga it felt like my pants just got tighter." You then placed your hands on his thick right pectoral and then moved them down his cut-up eight pack to his sick atlas lines. You begin to anxiously undo his pants and pull them down, and was not surprised to see that the muscle jock was wearing his Calvin’s. Carlton’s thick black god cock sprang up to a full 13 inches and throbbed with as many veins as his vascular arms. And below that, big black lemon sized balls pumped testosterone and hormones into is godly form. The wide root was hidden by a large amount of black hair that was framed by his incredibly muscular thighs. You gasped at this porn-star sized dick. "Oh my god. You're big," you said, sounding incredibly aroused. "Fuck yea I am, I’m a huge fucking black god!" said Carlton who was too entranced with his own muscles to notice he was a good inch longer than usual and that his voice was slightly deeper. You then began swallowing his huge veiny black cock down your throat, “Fuck, that feels sooo good." The feeling of his fat black head deep down your throat made him shudder. He puts his hand on the back of your head and forces your head down it further. You start sucking, and are surprised, but not really, to feel him shove his cock deep down your throat so far as to where your nose is smashed up against his body. But then you feel him do it what seems like a second time, only much further, even though he never pulled out between thrusts. You then feel like his cock is quickly being filled up like a balloon as it fills up your mouth and throat to an unreal level. As his cock throbs bigger in your mouth, you feel Carlton’s already massive nuts begin to surge bigger underneath your chin. You reach up with both hands to feel that they have grown to each being goose-egg sized stuffed in his underwear. Once your hands, through the fabric of his underwear, make contact with each of his giant nuts though, Carlton stretches out and bulges your throat and mouth so full with his, now 20in and increasing, god cock that it begins to stretch past humanly possible. And you begin to worry he could tell that. “Oh fuck me that felt good, but don’t do that again, my huge balls are sensitive and I don’t want to outgrow this stall just yet.” You looked up at him in extreme arousal after hearing what just left his mouth. “Yea thats fuckin right fag!” He said looking down on you “choking” on his huge black dick puffing out of your mouth with size and power bulging all the way down to your throat oozing pre into your stomach. “I found out you are magic and can grow people with your arousal a while ago. But then I also found out that you are attracted to dominance, and well... you know me” he said as he made his big muscular pecs bounce. “And then I caught you sneaking looks at me in the dining hall and I knew, I fuckin knew I was going to become a fucking massive muscle god!” He looks down at you and flexes all of his bulging black muscles. Your cock then begins to weep pre from how hot he’s making you as you feel his junk bulges even more inhumanly large in your throat and beneath your chin. You see his muscular form then begin to take up so much space that his massive muscles arms are now touching either side of the green bathroom stall. Seeing this too then made you repeat the process as you see his abs tighten and bulge to the size of your fists as you heard a a much deeper version of Carlton’s voice escape from his quivering lips above you “Holy Fuck it feels so fuckin good, everything feels so incredible and incredibly fucking powerful...” The black god is left awestruck with his growing body and begins to feel himself up. Meanwhile you continued without success to get the god to cum but Carlton only said, “Its gonna fucking take a lot more than that to make this BEAST cum!!” So you then hoist his now massive throbbing hard cock out of your mouth and began to guide it into your ass. The waves of pleasure were so intense you couldn't even concentrate completing on your self-appointed task of fully stuffing his tremendous manhood all the way in. "OH FUCK. I feel so big. So buff. I'm a huge fucking stud. Yeah." The young god grunted, enjoying his new size. Beneath you, His big black balls slowly bulging and inflating to the size of grapefruits. Carlton had left his balls in his Calvin’s cause, one they were the most sensitive part of his body even when they were at their original size, and two he liked to see how even with his god cock out of the underwear, he can still see his two giant black nuts stretching out his underwear when he fucked someone sitting down. And now he was certainly going to see that, cause tears on Carlton’s underwear begin to form as his bulging growing black god balls fill his xl Calvin Klein white underwear to the tearing point. His immense thighs became so defined that the teardrop shape grooves were impossibly deep Carlton had started out as an, albeit above average, college alpha god stud black muscle jock, but was now a 8’10" overly muscled heavyweight bodybuilder with a twenty five inch cock. The beastly muscle nineteen year old moaned louder as he felt your tight hole growing smaller and smaller around his ever expanding black monster. "Oooh. So Fucking TIGHT BITCH. I'm too fucking GODLY AND HUGE. Yeah. Huge Muscle jock." You looked down and watched as his shelf-like pecs ballooned out, the cleft between them ran deep. His massive shoulders stretched to three feet wide, close to the size of bowling balls now. You felt his expanding abs pressing hard against your naked butt. His huge thighs continued to push your legs even wider and his head began slowly growing further away. His now incredibly muscular black body was completely filling out his stretchy workout shirt and shorts with massive muscle and black manhood. So much so to a point you could hear and see tearing coming from the fabric. His size fifteen 1/2 shoes explode off his humongus black feet. You sat on his immense thighs, having now takin Carlton’s 30’ massive cock. The feeling of his growing black veiny god cock was intensified as Carlton made a really orgasmic face and a massive involuntary thrust came from the black gods groin as his now obscenely massive nuts that were falling out of the sides of his underwear swelled massively and destroyed their previous confines flooding the god with testosterone as his body then throbs even bigger and more muscular completely destroying what was left of his clothes and leaving his growing muscular ass to begin engulfing the toilet seat. Carlton then gets harrier in certain places especially his armpits and around the base of his monolithic tower of a cock. His rich hot musk begins to fill the room, but apparently, this kind of power was not intense enough for the ever gaining power muscle jock. Carlton began lurching and thrusting his enormous, muscular haunches, as waves and waves of infinite power begin to flow into him, lifting you higher into the air. Wracked with pleasure he reaches up with his enormous black arms and grabs hold of you. You look down and yell to get his attention. His arms are now gigantic. Carltons thick bulging black forearms are bigger than your waist and his bicep peaks are easily 38 inches. The yell wakes Carlton from his pleasure dream and he lets go of you just as the god throbs bigger and the toilet collapses under the muscle giants steel-hard ass. Carlton looks down at his 10’3", 750 pound body and grins. "Shit, I am fucking huge. I'm a FUCKING MUSCLE GOD BLACK BEAST! I’M SO FUCKING STRONG I COULD DESTROY THIS BUILDING!," he yells. He then notices you, still thrust upon his now 40 inch god black cock, now looking extremely horny. He laughs at you and begins flexing and feeling his huge muscles “FUCK YEA, Make your big powerful god fucking bigger and MORE POWERFUL!” Carlton’s muscles are so massive that he takes up most of the restroom with his big black imposing god form. The giant young black god then stands to his full height, his head bumping into the ceiling, with you still impaled on his twitching thick black monster actually suspended in the air. Carlton begins to flex his huge body. “Maybe if I flex harder and show more dominance it will turn you on more.” He says hitting a double bicep pose, he laughs at the enormous muscle peaks which are bigger than your head throb and swell magnificently. "OH FUCK! GUESS FUCKING SO!” he booms. "I'm so FUCKING HUGE. I'm the biggest fuckin nigga on the fuckin planet. I fucking love being such a HUGE FUCKING MUSCLE GOD." Carlton begins to laugh and revel in his power as you quickly jump off his dick as much as you don’t want to, but you don’t know how big he’s about to get. He hits a few more double bicep poses flexing his guns and admiring how huge and godly his body now was. And while doing so he begins to stagger to the ground as if trying to hold a bolder above him as power pours into his being. All the while with each stagger, different parts of his godlike being throb and pulse outwardly larger and bigger, and especially more girthy. His ampit hair grows denser and hotter as his biceps bulged stronger and bigger, followed by all of his other giant black muscles. Carlton’s dick throbs bigger comparatively to his muscled black body, and underneath, Carlton’s massive nuts are gaining even more size to keep up with his huge black dick. Being the cocky black god that he is, Carlton wants to feel the power that each of his balls contains. So with his massive hand he tries to cup one of his balls, manages to get his hand around enough to hold it, but barely able to keep from having it fall out of his hand from the sheer mass of it. Carlton then gives it a squeeze, and not a moment later than when he did that did his massive godly body surge with incredible size and strength completely filling the entire boys bathroom. “Fuck yea I’m a fucking god nigga” Carlton said in his deep voice under his breath. “I’m gonna be a FUCKING GOD!”. He squeezed it again, then again, and then again, completely destroying the bathroom and building with his growing form all the while his bulging cock head just oozed his cum onto the ground beneath him covering some trees, then some buildings, then all of his College campus, each throb of growth induced by Carlton made him shoot his thick god load in larger and larger quantities. Carlton then squeezes hard on both of his giant powerhouse balls and in one giant surge in both size and cum, he begins to dwarf the biggest skyscrapers. The black muscle god works himself into a flexing frenzy, actually getting turned on by his new size as his body continues to expand, gaining infinitely more power to make Carlton into the muscle god he was soon to be. The biggest bodybuilders would look like dust compared to his godly form. his gigantic pecs engorged with power and bounced with every flex. Your entire apartment was the size of any of his amazing 10-pack. "OH FUCK. IM SO FUCKING BIG, AND IM ONLY GETTING FUCKING BIGGER, SO FUCKING MASSIVE. YEAH. SOON ILL BE A FUCKING GOD, OH FUCK!” Muscles bulge all over his body, “GONNA FUCKIN REALLY FUCKIN CUM!!!" His giant muscled frame exploded with veins and pumped up to unbelievable proportions as his entire body flexed at once. His incredible already inhumanly deep voice jumps down an octave as his deep godlike moans begin to rumble everything around him. His orgasm was so powerful it actually covered all of the city. As the black giant muscle god surged bigger and more powerfully into the sky, you decided that you wanted to see Carlton become the Ultimate God. You then wished that Carlton would gain so much power and godly muscle, that he would become an actual god. Carlton’s deep moan then stopped. He looked down at you in confusion and almost anger because his godly body had stopped growing. Carlton’s entire black god body then lurched and began to rise up off of the ground. His big bulging black muscle body and huge black god cock and balls began to obscenely inflate. His powerful bulging muscles then seemed to shrink for a moment, but then get ten times bigger; You notice that this is happening because they are only beginning to get infinitely denser and stronger as his huge black cock head began to ooze thick ropy cum. “YEESSSSS!!!” Carlton bellowed in his newly godly deep voice. “MAKE ME YOUR GOD!!!!” Cartons huge bulging form began to gain more and more power as the sky around him began to twist and warp due to the sheer density that Carlton’s godly body now possessed. With a huge typhoon of god cum that explodes out from his increasingly growing black dick head protruding from his exponentially growing black muscle god body, Carlton’s deeply godly voice booms, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR NIGGA!?!?!MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING BLACK GOD!!!MAKE ME THE FUCKING GOD OF EVERYTHING!!!” You then concentrate all the energy and power around Carlton and begin to force it into his growing godly form. The black god looks down at you with an extremely dominant and almost evil grin. The black god then grabs his titanic bulging cock with both of his hands and starts to stroke it as power from all around him rushes into his being. With each orgasmicly struggled stroke the massive black god made, deep from within his giant cock comes a shudder that runs through Carlton and with that, the black gods muscle body and cock and balls bulged titanically, his muscle becoming infinitely powerful as his black godly deep voice drops even lower and gets louder and louder as all you can hear is something of a deep bellow like orgasmic moan come from the god Carlton’s muscle throat “SHIT NIGGA!!! FUCKIN SHIT NIGGA!!! SO MUCH FUCKIN POWER!!!”He then reaches back down to his balls as another powerful wave of growth hits him. “MORE NIGGA!!! MORE FUCKING POWER!!!”Carlton’s muscled twitched and bulged. He starts rubbing and needing and squeezing his big black balls with an almost brain dead look on his face as his hot lips hang wide open and drool and his eyes roll into the back of his head from the amount of orgasmic pleasure running through his bulging throbbing body. His cock starts spewing an endless stream of cum like a fire hose turned on full blast as he expands in all directions exponentially with muscle, size, power, and masculinity as his huge black body becomes buffer and stronger and bigger and more powerful then the fucking earth. Carlton then begins to shove his god cock into the earth as he feels another extremely powerful surge of growth come from deep within him. “OOHH FUCK ME!!!”Carlton’s entire being then surged bigger as his cock began to tear the world apart. His body siphoned in the earths energy through his cock as he held onto it. His big bulging muscular ass began to encroach the moon and completely encapsulate it. The giant black muscle god felt this and his asshole twitched as he crushed the moon between his ass cheeks and absorbed it’s energy. The black god moaned as the energy’s power flowed into him and his cock began to twitch and expand inside of the earth. This was followed by a large throb that cause his dickhead alone to grow bigger then the earth as he was filled with exponential godly power. Carlton then began to expand in all directions as his muscular black body packed on more and more size. BIGGER!!! FUCK YEA FUCKING BIGGER AND MORE GODLY!!!! YESSSSS!!!!! I AM THE FUCKING BIGGEST THING IN EXISTENCE!!! AND IT’S ONLY FUCKING GETTING STARTED!!!” Carlton’s thundered in his omnipresent voice as he got so massive and powerful that his black god piss slit was infinitely bigger then the observable universe, and then he exponentially grew bigger in constant spurts with each spurt infinitely growing him bigger and more powerful then the last.
  3. Encontré una historia en deviantart de robo de músculos escrito por ambiantbob https://www.deviantart.com/ambiantbob/art/Tables-turned-muscle-growth-516174901
  4. A continuation of my Bracers Of Greed story. Part 1 is here: Not as much muscle growth in this one, but there will be more in future installments. In the meantime, hope you enjoy! So my grandfather had given me some kind of magical bracers that turned me into a giant, muscular bull monster. I smashed the floor, destroyed the couch, and blew a load big enough to hit the ceiling. I should be calling him asking what these were, how to get them off; SOMETHING before my mother or somebody else stumbled in on the disaster I made or the thing I was. The last thing I needed right now was another person seeing me like this. “So…” I asked of the terrified mailman I’d just grabbed and hurled from the front door to the couch, “…What’s your name?” The poor guy looked about as white as a sheet, or at least as close to it as someone of African American descent I loomed over him, thick hoof-like hands on either side of his head. Couldn’t really blame him for being terrified, though. Considering how easily he’d been thrown, it was no wonder his brown eyes we locked dead on me, and I had to give him credit that he hadn’t screamed or pissed himself in fear or anything like that. Course, if he’d seen what this place had looked like a couple of minutes ago he might not have been so calm. I don’t know if it was just the sheer amount of pleasure or too much blood going to my cock and not enough to my brain, but eventually I must have blacked out. It was roughly an hour later when I came to a living room smashed to bits and covered in my cum, myself included as my fur unglued itself from the floor as I sat up. First things first; I needed a shower. Perhaps the weirdest thing about all of this was how NOT weirded out I was. My body, the destroyed living room, the bracers that I couldn’t remove; any of that should’ve been freaking me out. I didn’t know how to fix myself or anything I’d broken, and the strongest concern I could muster was a solid, “meh”. I was more upset when I banged my horns against the doorway trying to squeeze into the bathroom for my shower than anything else. In front of a mirror for the first time, I got a proper assessment of myself. I stood about 6 and half inches tall now, up a little more than half a foot from my previous height, with thick brown fur covering pretty much every inch of me. My hair was a very dark shade of brown and flowed down over my shoulders to about midway down my back. I had a short bovine like muzzle and thick pearl white horns on either side of my head, about an inch in length emerging perpendicular to my head before turning upwards and becoming mostly straight save for a slight curve in the middle of each horn. Finally I made note of the firey red eyes, which I could swear were almost glowing slightly. What really stood out(Well, besides all the non-human stuff) were my muscles. Every inch of me looked like it was practically bursting with power and size, and damn if it didn’t feel amazing. Though the fur blocked it a little, only an idiot would fail to miss pecs that felt like slabs of concrete, or shoulders thick enough that it looked like I was wearing pads underneath them, or biceps that peaked like a mountain top when I flexed. My cock started to stir as I ran my hooves over the stone-hard abs while I admired the rippling cords of muscle on my back as I turned my back toward the mirror. Speaking of my cock, it had gone down in size quite a bit from when I last left it. A bit disappointing, but considering how I passed out beating it off earlier I could see the downsides of it being that big constantly. It was still bigger than normal in its flaccid state, roughly six or seven inches, though it was starting to reach about a foot in length especially as I gripped my tight, firm butt(and also noticed the thick brown tail that ended in a tuft of fur that I’d somehow missed earlier). It had taken some real effort not to start pumping my cock right there, and I could feel it starting to stir now as I looked over the mailman in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked again. “R-Rod…” The frightened mail carrier finally stammered out. The guy looked like he was in his late 30s or early 40’s, with a bit of a belly to boot. “Hi Rod. I’m…Sirbeus.” Giving him my real name seemed like a bad idea, and the only one that popped into mind was an old online handle I used to use when I was a teenager. “How’s your day going?” “O-O.K., I guess…” I could hear his massive gulp as he looked around nervously. “T-This is a nice p-place here…” “Thanks. You should’ve seen it a couple of minutes ago, though; it was a disaster.” I glanced back at the living room, which looked pristine and not like I had just destroyed it a little while ago. I first noticed some other abilities I had while I was in the shower earlier. The shower head was barely high enough to hit me when I was my normal human self, and now the stream barely made it up to my chest. The shower was too small and I was too bulky to get my body any lower, and I was rapidly getting annoyed. With a snort, I grabbed the pipe behind the shower head and twisted it. I could feel the metal yielding to my grip like clay, and despite that the pipe remained undamaged. The metal screeched and protested as it moved, but the water flow was never interrupted. I was even able to stretch the metal and treat the shower head like it was a hand held one despite clearly not being one. When I finished washing off and let it go, it snapped back into place like nothing had happened. I was able to repeat the same repairing process on the floor and even the couch once I’d grabbed the two pieces and held them together. I also noticed a dull red glow each time, on the shower head pipe, the cracks in the floor, and the gap between the broken pieces of couch while I was manipulating them. The bracer on my right arm, the one with all the red jewels in it, seemed to be reacting as well. The one gem that had been glowing slightly was growing dimmer with each use; clearly there was some connection. My cum evaporated like steam when I concentrated on removing it, but the glow in the gem faded out entirely just as I finished. I knew that was bad; I wouldn’t be able to change back without repowering that gem. I didn’t know HOW I knew, but I knew for certain, and even if I didn’t understand how, I knew I needed another person to help me recharge it. Rod knocked on the door with a delivery soon after, and the bushes that surrounded the front door kept anybody from seeing as I yanked him inside. “You look tense, Rod.” That was putting it mildly. “Tell you what; let’s make a deal. You promise to calm down and talk with me a bit, and not tell anybody about what you saw here today. In exchange, I promise I won’t hurt you, kill you, or lie to you. Deal?” “D-Deal…” Something happened when that word came out of Rod’s mouth. There wasn’t some big explosion or alarm or anything like that, but something felt different. Rod seemed as confused as I felt as his breathing started to come in a more normal, controlled manner. He seemed to be calming down, almost to his surprise. For my part, I felt kind of weird. I didn’t really have any desire to hurt, kill, or lie to Rod anyway, but now it felt like I simply couldn’t even if I did. I understood Rod as a person, and I understood how to punch, kick or otherwise injure people and lie to them as a separate act, but when it came to combining him and any of those ideas, it was like my brain just didn’t understand the concept. I just…couldn’t do it. Not that I showed it as I sat on the easy chair across from him. Rod straightened up on the couch as the chair protested under my bulk. Keeping up the appearance of control and certainty was important in this situation if I was going to get what I needed, but I also couldn’t push him too hard or I’d scare him off and lose my chance. Where all this knowledge was coming from and what was happening I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was finally starting to get an idea. “Wow. I feel… weird.” Rod sounded much calmer as he looked me over, seemingly unbothered by my nude form or anything else. “I feel like I should be terrified, but I’m just… not. What ARE you?” “A demon. Or at least, partly one.” That was the best explanation I could come up with; the strange red glow on everything I did earlier, the small wisps of smoke that continually came off the bracers, the deal I had just made, all this strange knowledge that seemed to be at my fingertips… it practically screamed demonic. “You’re a demon? Like, from Hell?” Rod shifted a little in his seat but otherwise didn’t seem too distressed; the deal we just made was probably binding his panic like it bound my ability to do any of the negative things I said I wouldn’t do to him earlier. “Maybe? I haven’t been at this too long. I don’t feel evil or anything. Different, definitely, but not evil.” That was true; whatever had happened to me, I didn’t feel like making sacrifices to Satan or burning the world in hellfire or anything like that. I was more concerned about getting things for myself than I was sacrificing myself for others, yes, but not at the expense of ruining others just to get it. I was just a bit more… greedy, maybe? “Rod, I’d like to make you another offer. Is there something that you want? Something that you’d desire more than anything else? Something you’ve tried forever to obtain and keep falling short? I can give you that, Rod. All I need from you in exchange is a little bit of your soul.” I held up a hoofed hand as his eyes shot up in surprise. “Relax; it’ll grow back.” “But it’s my soul! I kinda need that!” Rod remained still on the couch, and though his voice still had a hint of alarm he didn’t make a break for the door or anything. “You need some portion of it. Technically any encounter you have with an individual is an exchanging of souls, though the level of the exchange varies depending on the interaction. Saying hello to someone involves quite a bit less of soul expenditure than if you had sex with them, for example, and any interaction can be positive or negative depending on the circumstances. That’s how it works for humans, whereas demons work a little differently.” Souls are sources of power, one that demons can use a source of fuel for their own abilities. While stealing souls isn’t impossible, the trauma and damage caused by doing so makes the hassle of doing so not worth the effort. That’s why demons make deals with people to give up parts of their souls willingly. It felt like someone was whispering this in my ear as I explained it to Rod, and confirmed that I was probably dealing with some kind of demon myself. I had to wonder a little how much of what I was doing was by choice and being guided by someone else, but that didn’t change the fact I still needed Rod to help me get back to normal. “The more you give the more side effects you’ll see, but as long as you don’t sign over your whole soul in a single shot you’ll recover in time. And I agreed not to lie to you, so you know I’m telling you the truth. Now, tell me; what is it you desire?...” Rod remained silent for what felt like ages. I had to remain strong and confident looking as I gently folded my arms over my chest and leaned back on the easy chair, though internally I was starting to sweat a little. What if he was still worried about the consequences? What if he had no desires? I didn’t need a demon in my head to tell me that mentioning we needed to finish this up before my mother got home would put a dent in the brave face I was putting on. “I want a better body.” I felt a smile curling on the edge of my lips as Rod spoke. “I’m tired of always being tired. I want to be able to run again without needing to catch my breath after a couple of steps.” “I think that could be arranged.” I rubbed my muzzle as I mulled over how to play this before coming up with an answer. “How about this; I’ll give you the ability to modify your own body at will, with some limits. In exchange, you come by here once a week and let me take a portion of your soul. Think of it as buying something on credit, only you’re getting something that money just can’t buy. We’ll keep it small; say, 5% of your soul over the next 12 weeks? We can arrange meet up times and set conditions later, but under no circumstances will I leave you a soulless husk of a man. Deal?” Yes, this was good. A small but steady source of soul power would be perfect to keep me going, and hey, maybe it might lead to further deals down the line. Rod could spread the word, and I could use him to show other potential customers that making deals with me would be perfectly safe. Everyone’s a winner then! …I REALLY feel like I should be bothered I’m thinking about the exchanging of souls in terms of networking and marketing... The word, “Deal” had barely left Rod’s mouth when he suddenly began to look glassy-eyed. Before I could ask what was wrong, a small mote of white light emerged from his chest, probably no bigger than a baseball. I held out a hand and watched as the mote slowly floated into my palm. As I rolled it around in my palm, I felt images and memories from Rod’s life flashing through my mind. I was learning all about him, his life, the good parts and the bad; it was frankly amazing. All of that paled in comparison to when I closed my hand around the portion of his soul and absorbed its power. Every muscle in my body surged as the power ran through me, pumping slightly larger before reverting down to their normal size. The feeling was orgasmic to the point that my cock went from soft to over a foot long in an instant, a small bit of precum shooting out onto the floor between us. Fuck, I could get hooked on that. One of the red gems was glowing brightly again, but for what was next I needed the blue gems on my left arm. Holding out my left hand, another mote of light like the one I just absorbed sprung to life in my hand. This one looked like a small fireball in both color and the intense heat coming off it, and I half expected it to burn Rod as it floated toward him and entered his chest. Rod started to come around again as the fireball entered him without harm to either him or his clothes. “How do you feel?” I asked Rod as the glassy look left his eyes. “A little dizzy…and hot…” Rod started to pant and fan himself rapidly; within seconds he was sweating up a storm. “Fuck, why is it so hot?!” Rod tried to stand, only to have his legs buckle under him as soon as soon as he tried to straighten up. He managed to get his hands out in front of him to keep from face planting onto the floor, though I couldn’t help but notice the odd, “CLOP-CLOP!” sound his hands made as they landed. Rising off the easy chair to kneel next to him, I noticed the hoof-like hand structure like my own. His hooves were a deep charcoal black color, though my eyes were drawn to a much more distinct transformation. At first I was worried something had gone horribly wrong when flames started to grow along the back of Rod’s body. The fire burned in a straight line from the top of his head to slightly down behind his shoulders, with another geyser of flame erupting from just above his ass. His clothes ignited and fell to the ground in a pile of ash and burnt cloth, soon joined by the hair on his head. The small hairs on his back were burnt away as well, though oddly his skin seemed undamaged nor did Rod seem to even notice the fire that burned on its own accord. His skin did look like it was bubbling a few moments later, his shoulders starting to look fuller and rounder. It took me a few moments to realize it was new muscle forming in the same way as my own had earlier. It was clear he wasn’t getting the same size as I had as the transformation moved down his shoulders and into his arms and chest, though what he lacked in sheer size he made up for in leanness. I could make out veins on his biceps as they started to bulge larger, looking as though his skin was almost shrink-wrapped around them. Rod’s breathing had been coming in kind of rough since he hit the floor, but soon it started to take on a new level of deepness as a cracking sound started emanating from his face. His lips were pulled back, and I couldn’t help but notice how his teeth looked wide and flat. It looked like his canine teeth had simply disappeared, something that only seemed to become more obvious as his mouth cracked and started pushing out from his face. His nose was pulled along for the ride, the ridge of it shrinking down as his nostrils started to flare larger and larger. The way his mouth was shaping, the snorting sounds, and the hooves were feeling to me like Rod was turning into a horse morph of some kind. That feeling became fact when the muscles that had been filling out down Rod’s arm reached his hands; true black hairs started to grow back up along his arm in a reverse of the muscle growth. They covered him rapidly, though the flames that seemed to encircle his wrists held my attention for a while. Again, Rod seem unbothered, and in fact seem to be getting better he pushed himself up to a kneeling position. The hair and muscle was spreading about evenly across his chest, his man-boobs spreading and shrinking back into his skin as they became a pair of slim, solid pecs. His abs came in an odd manner; the top of his stomach started to form a set of abs on top of his belly, then the abs seemed like they were pressed flat as they banished the fat underneath to…somewhere. Once one set came in, the next would follow the same pattern. He was developing a solid eight pack, or at least I thought so until his cock started getting in the way. My own penis had been largely untouched save for the size increase; Rod’s rod had a bit of a different reaction. The head of his cock was a solid ring of flesh with his cockhead square in the middle, his shaft purely pink save for the occasional spot of black in odd places. There also seemed to be a sheath of some sort at the base of his cock, covered in more black hair along with his nuts. Without getting in an actual dick measuring contest it was hard to say for sure, but he did seem a bit longer than I was now. Before I could really think about that, Rod just…disappeared. Well, that wasn’t quite right; he wasn’t on the floor anymore, but the front door had suddenly slammed open and I caught a glimpse of something red and black running outside the living room window. It felt like my brain barely had time to process the thought, “Wait, did he just run outside like that?” when he reappeared, the front door slamming behind him as he re-entered, tongue hanging slightly from his equine muzzle. “I just ran around the building!” He exclaimed. Seriously? He had the build of a really buff runner, but that should’ve been impossible. The building was a collection of over a half dozen apartments like this one. Even a championship sprinter would probably need a good thirty seconds to make a lap around the building; Rod had been gone maybe ten seconds max. “Sorry about running out, but I just felt like I had to move! I just felt so light, so full of energy like a spring that just had to be uncoiled!” Rod continued to pant slightly, though it seemed less from exertion and more from arousal as his hands roamed over his body, squeezing and groping occasionally. “Well, you certainly look like you’re made out of steel.” I smiled as I rose up and approached the anthropomorphic horse as he felt the tense, pulsing muscles of his quads. “Fuck, I feel so hot…” Well, he WAS kind of on fire. The flames on his head and neck did look sort of like a mane, and the column of fire above his butt did look a bit like a horse’s tail as it flicked and moved about behind his butt. Or maybe he was referring to something else as his now red eyes looked up at me, looking a bit surprised and confused. “Fuck; YOU’RE hot…” “Rod?...” A small gasp of surprise escaped me as I felt one of Rod’s hand slowly stroking the top my already erect cock. His own started to press against me as he stepped closer. “I never really thought about other guys before… well, never did anything with other guys before, at least, but you…” Rod’s other hand slowly slid over my chest as he continued to stroke my shaft with the other. “Did you do this to me?...” If I had, I hadn’t meant to. Rod didn’t seem too bothered by it as he fell to his knees in front of my cock, looking curiously at the slightly smoking bit of precum that had formed at the tip. A groan escaped me as he took a slow, cautious lick. His eyes went wide, and a second later his hands were gripping my ass as he wrapped his muzzle around my foot-long member. “Whoa! Sucking my cock wasn’t a part of our deal!” Rod’s mouth started pull off my member before I gently gripped the back of his head, the flames of his mane doing little more than tickling me as I slowly pulled him back onto me. “That was NOT a complaint; merely an observation.” Fuck; is he SURE he hasn’t done this before?! I’m sure having the longer than normal tongue is helping, but he doesn’t look like he’s hesitating or seems unsure of himself. He seems almost desperate for my cum the way he was slurping up every bit that was coming out, and between his tongue and his hot breath there was quite a bit for him to swallow. My cock didn’t seem to be getting any larger, much less to the size where I could’ve sucked myself off like I was earlier; maybe my deal to not hurt him earlier extended to not accidently doing so either. I hadn’t really thought about my sexuality that much before now; I had to spend too much time just getting through life to worry much about that. Did this mean I was gay now? I mean, obviously this felt amazing having Rod do this to me, and judging from how one of his hands left my butt to start stroking his own cock he’s enjoying himself quite a bit too. It feels like he’s worshiping me, addicted to me, and the thought of that was making me thrust my hips against him as I felt my nuts start to clench. If there was a woman, I’d have some breasts to grab, but then there’d only be my cock involved. But what if I got a woman AND a guy together? Or two women or two guys? More and more sexual scenarios raced through my head, and that’s why I realized; it didn’t matter the gender of the other individuals involved. It would still be sex, just sex in different ways. “More…” That word was filling my head again as I closed my eyes to bask in the pleasure. There was certainly an element of lust to it, but it was the idea of having more partners, more people desiring me, giving themselves to me, giving me pleasure that was starting to push me over the edge. Rod would just be the beginning of a long line of people giving me more of what I wanted. THAT’s what I really wanted; the sex was just a very, very nice bonus. The feeling of something hot and wet splashing against my leg caused me to open my eyes. Rod’s cock was spewing quite the load all of me and the floor, his own eyes half open in his pleasured haze. He was hot, horny and spewing his load like a firehose all thanks to me, and he’d be eternally grateful for it. He’d be just as grateful as I threw my head back, letting out a deep moan as I unleashed my own load into him. Rod’s eyes went from half-open haze to fully open surprised as the first blast hit, feeling like it shot straight down his throat. His tongue worked quickly to get the second spurt, his own cock still making a mess on the floor. My own seed soon joined that mess as Rod tried and failed to fully keep up with the floor, bits of my cum dribbling out of his muzzle and down onto the floor as he desperately tried to slurp up as much as he could. My cum continued to come to the point Rod’s abs seemed to be doming a little trying to take it all in, though he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked almost disappointed when about a minute later my orgasm finally started to ebb. I was still as stiff as stone, though. Rod seemed to approve as he stood up, our cock rubbing against each other as his hands started to roam over my big arms. Sure, I should probably stop this now. My mother would be home soon, and I still had to show Rod how he could revert between this and his human form. Still, I also just had to know if his butt would stay as tight as it was now once I rammed my cock into it a few dozen times. Maybe I was becoming a greed demon, but I only had one thought as I licked up some of my own sweet cum from what I imagined was the first of many customers. Greed was good.
  5. Links to the other chapters: Chapter 1 - https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13796-the-car-salesman-chapter-1/ Chapter 2 - https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13890-the-car-salesman-chapter-2/ Hope you all enjoy this chapter - I promise Karl makes a return in the next one Chapter 3 Over the next few minutes my breathing gradually began to settle, the rise and fall of my mammoth chest starting to slow. Still laying face up on the bed, I looked down at my torso in total disbelief and amazement at what had just happened. I say “my torso” but in actual fact I was unable to see beyond the huge slabs of thick muscle that were my chest. The muscle looked like marble beneath my skin, thick and heavy, a light dusting of hair completing the picture of absolute masculinity. I noticed how each pec was still covered in thick rivers of cum as I suddenly and unexpectedly felt my mouth water at the same time. Without thinking I reached a hand up, scooping the thick warm cum onto my fingers and bringing them to my lips. Slowly, I sucked on each of my fingers in turn, savouring the taste and moaning slightly as I ate my own seed for the first time in my life. Fuck, it tasted good! I wasted no time scooping up the rest from my abs and chest, not wanting to waste any, before I caught sight of the clock out of the corner of my eye. Shit, it was nearly 7pm…my wife would be home at any moment. For the first time some of the practicalities of what had just happened crept into my head. It was hardly likely to go unnoticed by my wife of 8 years that the weedy man she had left this morning had transformed into a musclebound God, with a body verging on that of a professional bodybuilder. And what was I going to wear?!! There was no way I could squeeze into any of my old clothes…I would look totally ridiculous…Fuck…what was I going to do? My thoughts were racing and I felt myself beginning to lose control. With a huge effort I tried to pull myself together, realising that my first priority was to clean myself up. I needed a shower. And more time to think. I got myself up off the bed, trying not to look at my hulking reflection in the mirror opposite, worried that I’d get hard straight away and be unable to resist jerking off another load. As I walked the short distance to the bathroom I couldn’t help but notice that my quads were rubbing together at the top of my legs. I stumbled a little, struggling to get used to the new girth of my legs, feeling slightly off balance as each huge foot struck the floor. My newly enlarged cock stirred again, despite my best efforts, with the realisation that my swollen muscles were making it hard to walk. My arms felt strange too, not just bigger but further away from my body with my chest and lats pushing them out sideways. “Fuck, I’m a beast,” I growled, looking down to see that my quads were so big that they were actually pushing my growing cock forwards. In the bathroom, I quickly got the shower running cold and was about to step in when I spotted the digital scales in the corner of the room. When I last weighed myself a few weeks ago a solid 85Kg flickered on the display and I knew that a significant beer-gut contributed towards that. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as I stepped on, watching as the numbers rocketed upwards before finally settling on… **118Kg** I stared at the display in disbelief. A full 33Kg heavier and with a body fat probably in single figures. Fitness freaks worked years for the sort of gains I’d just made in the last few minutes. My head was reeling as I stepped into the icy cold water of the shower and started to wash off the combined sweat and cum. I couldn’t believe that only a few days ago I’d had no interest in muscle at all. This seemed impossible now as I looked down at my hulking frame, my mind racing with the possibilities that this would bring. I noticed that the walk-in shower felt more confined than normal, my arms and shoulders knocking up against the walls with every movement. I also had to duck under the shower head due to my increased height, something I never would have had to do before. I stepped out of the water briefly and started to soap up my vast upper body, my hands lingering more than was truly necessary. I spread the soap over my wide chest, enjoying the heavy feel of my pecs, instinctively flexing them under my fingers. The muscle felt rock-hard as I squeezed each slab in turn, unable to make a dent in the dense fibres under the skin. My large hands brushed over my nips and sent shivers through my body, making my hot-wired and now rock-hard cock jump. “Mmmm,” I growled, relishing the incredible sensation and pausing my exploration of my new muscles to squeeze each of my nips between my fingers. I moaned loudly as the feeling intensified even further and I thought I could cum there and then without even touching myself. Leaving my nips, I let my hands wander southwards, spreading the soap down onto my cobbled abs, exploring each of the deep grooves with my fingers. Again, an instinctive need to flex came over me and I pulled them tight before hitting my rock-like abs a couple of times with my clenched fists. “Oh fuck, they’re so hard,” I exclaimed, realising how turned on I was getting yet again. A small voice in my head tried to suggest I should control myself and get ready for my wife who would be home at any minute. A much louder voice disagreed, telling me that my body needed to be explored and worshipped. I eventually moved on from my abs up to my cannonball shoulders, spreading the soap over their amazing width. I noticed again how they were practically touching the previously spacious walls of the shower. “So big…” I moaned, my deep voice filling the space. Quickly my attention was drawn to my arms which I suspected might become my favourite body part. They just looked so fucking strong and masculine. I marvelled at the impressive shape of them, firstly straitening my right arm to make my triceps pop out at the back. My body-fat was so low on my arms that I could see individual striations running under the skin and I enjoyed running my hand up and down. I had to contort myself slightly to flex my biceps in the confined space of the shower but fuck it was worth it. Each of them exploded in a huge mound of solid muscle, massive peaks reaching up obscenely and huge veins snaking across the surface. I tried to squeeze each of my bicep in turn, my fingers barely reaching halfway round, and was unable to dent the rock solid muscle even a little bit. “Mmmm,” I grunted again, amazed at the feeling of my biceps under my probing fingers. I pumped my arms a few times, watching as they visibly expanded, blood filling the dense muscle. I couldn’t wait to hit the gym with this new body, imagining how my arms would look after an amazing workout. As I continued to pump and flex my arms, another sensation pushed its way into my head – an intense aching in my cock driven by the sight of my colossal arms. I looked down, past my bulging pecs, to see my 8” cock was rock hard and leaking a stream of glistening precum from my swollen cock head. I turned the water up to hot before stepping back under the jets, at the same time reaching down to wrap my left hand around my thick shaft. “Fuck, I’m hung,” I growled, enjoying the sensation of my rock-hard cock under my fingers. My right hand continued to explore my bulging muscles – arms, pecs, abs, quads over and over - whilst I slowly jerked my cock. I couldn’t help letting out deep, masculine grunts as I brought myself closer and closer to cumming. Soon I was so loud that I was sure the rest of the street would hear, let alone my wife if she was already home. “Mmmm…FUCK…look at this muscle body,” I roared, stroking my cock faster and faster, my eyes feasting on the sight beneath me. “I’m a FUCKING HUNG MUSCLE GOD,” I shouted, even louder, completely loosing myself as I felt the hot water wash over my huge pumped muscles. Suddenly the thought of growing even bigger still came into my head, hitting the gym and becoming a true muscle Alpha. It was this thought that finally sent me over the edge and I felt a huge orgasm building in my full balls as they tightened. I flexed my biceps hard, jerking myself faster and faster, before huge streams of cum erupted from my jumping cock, hitting the walls of the shower. “FUUUCKKKKKKKK,” I screamed, struggling to hold myself upright. I was amazed at the size of my load given I’d only cum 20 minutes earlier but it kept coming as my body convulsed in total pleasure. It felt like minutes before the orgasm began to subside and I was left standing in the shower, resting against the wall, my pecs heaving with my laboured breathing. *** I was frantically rummaging through the drawers and wardrobe in my room, a huge pile of discarded clothes on the floor – all too small. What the fuck was I going to wear?! All of my T-shirts were size ‘S’ and I couldn’t even roll them down over my huge chest – they just sat wrapped around my shoulders. I’d ripped a few in the process of trying to get them on and off again. Finally I found a large black T shirt at the bottom of the drawer, something I’d bought ages ago just to wear around the house. I pulled it over my head and found that whilst it was still an effort to get it over my wide back and jutting chest, it did eventually go. It was a tight fit, especially around my arms which pulled the sleeves tight. I knew that one flex would rip the fabric completely and was careful to keep my arms as relaxed as possible. I moved on to trying to find some underwear that could contain my ridiculous quads and mammoth package. This proved impossible and a few minutes later there were several pairs of ripped boxers on the floor with the destroyed T-shirts. Every time I pulled on a pair I got it up as far as my quads before the cheap fabric started to tear, no match for the unyielding solid muscle beneath it. Then, in a different drawer I spotted a black speedo that I hadn’t put on since I’d gone through a phase of swimming regularly about 5 years ago. I stepped each of my thick legs into the swimwear and pulled it up past my tight ripped calves to my quads. Here, the elastic fabric had some give and I could get it up and over them where it settled nicely around my crotch. The material at the front stretched too, fitting snuggly round my large thick cock and creating an impressive bulge. My cock was so big that it caused the waistband of the speedo to push outwards and there was a small gap at the bottom of my abs. I turned to look behind, noticing that the thin fabric was struggling to contain the huge globes of my glutes. I decided to bunch the material together at the back so that I was wearing the speedo like a thong. I looked in the mirror. Fuck I was HOT! A combination of the tight fitting sexy clothes barely managing to contain my overflowing muscles and the aftereffects of the AlphaScent left me feeling more confident than I’d ever felt in my life. Any thoughts of what Sal would say when she got home left my head. She was going to be worshipping this huge muscle stud, begging for my thick man cock and moaning as I ploughed her all night. I felt so sexy as I gazed at myself in the mirror, now excited about my wife getting home, eager to show off. I dropped to the floor and started doing some press-ups, wanting my muscles to be as pumped as possible when Sal arrived. I’d never been able to do even 10 before my transformation (to be honest I’d never really tried) but soon I was up to 50 and still going strong. My chest and triceps felt great, filling with blood and making easy work of the exercise, almost begging for more weight and a real challenge. By 90 reps though my muscles were burning and I had to push hard through the final 10, grunting out the numbers as I did, aiming for 100. Once I’d achieved my goal I rolled over onto my back, immediately starting to do crunches, my abs visibly tightening and relaxing under the tightly fitted black T-shirt. I’d quickly completed 100 reps of crunches too and leaped up looking for something heavy to curl, wanting to see my biceps explode as I’d imagined in the shower. In the wardrobe I found a crate filled will old junk. I added a few more random items from around the room to make it heavier before grabbing it in both hands and slowly curling it up and down. The weight didn’t feel like a challenge at all but even the small amount of resistance meant that my biceps were soon swelling. I looked down, concentrating on each arm in turn to see veins popping over the surface, the rock hard muscle gliding beneath my paper-thin skin with every curl. As I was passing 50 reps I heard the key turning in the front door lock. “Hey Joe, I’m home…where are you?” I heard Sal calling up. “In the bedroom babe,” I shouted in reply, my voice deep and seductive. “Come up…I’ve got something to show you,” I added in the same tone, wondering if Sal would notice the change in my voice. I stood facing the door as I heard my wife’s gentle footsteps climbing the stairs. Seconds later the door opened and Sal stood there staring at me, a look of shock and horror on her face. Initially I thought she was speechless. “What the fuck happened to you?!” she blurted out, breaking the silence. It almost looked like she was trying to back away out of the room but couldn’t. I was instantly reminded of how I’d felt the first time I’d met Karl and knew that Sal, only a few feet away was being subjected to the full effect of my masculine scent. “Don’t you like it babe?” I crooned, smirking. As I stood there comfortable, totally relaxed, I drank in my wife’s appearance, as if for the first time, suddenly filled with animalistic lust. My wife had always been far too good-looking for me – blond, about 5’9, slim but with pert full breasts. She had always looked after herself, working out a couple of times a week and regularly going for long runs with co-workers. I felt my confidence rising even further, and the smirk growing on my face, as I realised we were now an even match. “Well Sal…?” I prompted as she had remained silent. I ran one hand over my chest and abs before lifting the t shirt just a little bit to give her a glimpse of the tight muscle underneath. “You’re so big Joe…” Sal replied quietly, a glazed look on her eyes as she walked slowly towards me. “What happen-…?” she added, tailing off as if she didn’t really care anymore and falling totally under my spell. I watched as her eyes flicked between my chest and abs, as well as focussing longingly on my pumped biceps. “Do you like my new look Sal?” I purred, taking a step forwards. “…so big…” I heard her murmur in response. Keen to take things further I pulled my arms up into a double biceps just like I’d seen bodybuilders do on TV and in pictures. Sal’s eyes widened as she saw the fabric of my too-tight-t-shirt pulled even tighter, forming a constricting band around my pumped upper arms. I started flexing and relaxing my biceps over and over and within seconds, as expected, I heard small rips coming from both sleeves. “Oh fuck,” I growled, flexing harder and harder, the ripping sound getting louder as the seam started to come apart. The T-shirt was no match for my rock-hard biceps and within no time my muscles were busting through. I’d been so focussed on my arms that I hadn’t noticed that Sal was now standing right in front of me. She reminded me of her presence by resting her small hands on my dinner-plate-sized pecs, letting out a moan of pleasure as she did. “Joe, you’re fucking huge,” she groaned, biting her lip, dissolving towards the total muscle slut I knew she would soon become. “Worship these muscles babe,” I commanded, my voice deep and persuasive. Sal didn’t need telling twice. She moved her hands hungrily from my chest to my swollen arms which I was still flexing over and over. I felt her trying to squeeze the granite-like muscles – even with both hands she couldn’t wrap them round my gigantic guns. As she explored my huge arms, I smirked realising that this was nothing less than this body…than I…deserved. “Fuck…I’m a muscle God,” I growled, relishing the feel of my wife’s probing hands. “Fuck Joe…you are a God,” Sal moaned in response, taking one hand off my biceps to reach down to her skirt, rubbing against her own pussy as she continued to explore my muscles with the other hand. “Mmmm babe, you’re so horny for this muscle body,” I roared, watching Sal pleasure herself as she worshipped me. Turned on by my wife’s lust and driven by instinct I reached up, grabbing the neck of my t-shirt with both hands. I pulled down in one quick motion, my new strength making light work of the feeble fabric. With a loud RIP the shirt was torn straight down the middle and I promptly shrugged my arms and shoulders out as well. I stood in front of Sal just wearing the speedo-thong, flexing my pecs and abs. “Fuck you’re so strong,” Sal whispered before leaning in to suck one of my huge nips gently in her mouth making my whole body jerk in pleasure. “That’s it babe, suck on those muscle tits,” I found myself saying. 2 days previously I could never have imagined those words leaving my mouth but now they felt entirely right. As Sal sucked, her hands continued to explore my wide shoulders as well as reaching under my arms to squeeze my immense lats. “Shit babe, you love these muscles don’t you?” I growled. “Mmmm yes Joe,” she replied, breaking off from sucking my nips and worshiping my muscles, total lust in her eyes as she looked up at me. As her gaze turned back down I watched her eyes widen as she caught sight of the bulge in my speedos. She’d clearly been too distracted by my huge torso to notice until now. “Fuck…” she moaned, unable to look away - I remembered the same feeling when I’d been in Karl’s office. “…you’re cock is bigger too,” she said, stating the obvious. I looked down at her smirking. My cock was only semi-hard but already the thin fabric of the speedo was straining to contain it, the gap around the waist band now at least 2cm. Sal reached down, running her hand over the obscene bulge, tracing the outline of my man-cock. My cock jumped at her touch, rapidly swelling and straining the speedo even further. “Go on babe…” I encouraged. Sal immediately dropped to her knees, reaching up to pull on the waist band of my speedo, releasing my still growing cock. She struggled slightly to get the speedo over my wide quads but soon it was on the floor by my feet and Sal had leaned in to wrap her lips around my swollen cock head. I groaned loudly – her mouth felt amazing around my manhood – and watched as she slowly took in more and more of my cock. “Mmmmm Sal, you’re a fucking amazing cocksucker,” I moaned, looking down to see that Sal had taken about half of my cock in her mouth. She was starting to struggle though, her lips stretched wide around my shaft. It was not just the added length that made things more difficult but also the substantial increase in girth from previously. Almost as a reflex I grabbed the back of Sal’s head, pulling her further onto my throbbing meat. “Take it all babe…I know you want it,” I ordered softly, feeling like a total alpha as I looked down into my wife’s hungry eyes. She resisted a bit, gagging and trying to pull away but I held her there, my biceps flexed, allowing her to adjust to my new size. I kept pulling her towards me and soon she’d taken my manhood to the hilt, my balls resting up against her chin. “Fuuuuck….” I moaned - the feeling of my wife’s mouth and throat wrapped around my thick cock was amazing. I let Sal up for air but only for a second - I couldn’t help but start to thrust, building up speed as I heard my wife gag and moan in equal measure down below. I looked up to see the mirror opposite, watching my wife start to bob backwards and forwards in sync with me as I thrusted down her throat. I brought my arms up into a double biceps, still face-fucking Sal who was now obediently feasting on my cock, flexing hard. “Fuck, I’M HUGE,” I roared, the epitome of masculinity as I flexed and fucked, watching as my peaked biceps bulged. Sal started to explore my quads with her hands, squeezing the thick tree-trunks of muscle, as she devoured my rod. I flexed my quads and heard her moan in appreciation, sucking my cock even harder and faster, becoming a total whore for my muscles. I ran my hands over my pecs and abs, still watching in the mirror, flexing for my own pleasure too and feeling the amazing power running through my new body. I’d never felt so fucking sexy and in control. “Oh fuck babe, look at all this muscle,” I growled, flexing and exploring my God-like body. Sal was giving me the best blow-job of our marriage, clearly as turned on as I was as she reached one hand down yet again to stroke her pussy through the short skirt she was still wearing. Her mouth felt amazing but I had another prize in mind for my newly enlarged manhood. I pulled my cock out of Sal’s mouth, reaching down to lift her to her feet, almost as if she weighed nothing at all. She stood there panting, her eyes drinking in my appearance as she inhaled deeply and I watched as the full effect of the AlphaScent hit her hard and she cottoned on to my plan. “Mmmmm, Joe….fuck me with that huge cock,” she begged. “You want this, Sal?” I teased, smirking as I stroked my rock-hard shaft and slapped it on my tight abs. “Fuck yes Joe…please give it to me…I need your muscle cock,” she pleaded, biting her lip as she was overcome by desire. I reached towards her, grabbing her button-down shirt round the collar before ripping it off in one single movement. Sal slipped out of her skirt and underwear and I grabbed her round the waist, pulling her towards me so that my rock-hard cock was pressed up against her tight abs. I then reached my hands further around Sal, lifting her up as she simultaneously wrapped her legs around my waist. Sal held onto my flexed biceps as I marvelled at how easy it was to lift her off the ground, something I’d never have been able to do before. “Fuck me…” Sal whispered, looking straight into my eyes. I slowly lowered her, impaling her pussy on my huge man cock as Sal let out a low moan of sheer pleasure. “So…big,” Sal screamed as I kept lowering her. She felt great wrapped around my throbbing cock and waves of pleasure flooded through me. Soon I was balls-deep inside her and we started to fuck, still standing up. I looked down to see veins popping on my tensed biceps as I held all of Sal’s weight, fucking her faster and faster. The room was filled with my grunts and Sal’s moans as we rutted like animals. I knew that Sal had always wanted to try fucking standing up but I’d never been strong enough. Now though it felt like the easiest thing in the world as I simultaneously thrusted my hips as I lifted Sal up and down on my cock with my massive pumped arms. “Take this fucking alpha cock,” I roared, slamming into her with all my strength. “Yes…FUCK…GIVE IT TO ME,” she screamed, wrapping her arms around my thick neck. I carried Sal round to the other side of the bed, still fucking her as I walked, droplets of sweat now appearing on our writhing bodies. Once there, I lifted Sal slightly up but not totally off my cock, turning her round to put her face down on the bed, the wall-length mirror directly opposite us. I had flash-backs to Karl’s office as I began to drill into Sal doggy-style, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard onto my cock over and over. This time though I was the hung muscle stud pounding an obedient pussy and not the other way round. “Oh GOD….this feels amazing,” Sal screamed as she looked up to watch me fucking her in the mirror. “Fucking take it bitch,” I roared. “You’re my cock slut now babe…”. I could see the sweat dripping off my pumped arms and pecs, running down my ripped abs. Veins snaked across my huge muscles as they were flooded with blood in the best work out of my life. Bestial grunts left my mouth with every thrust of my cock and I somehow found more energy to fuck Sal faster and faster. I could tell from the pitch of her moans that she was getting close to the most amazing orgasm of her life. “Oh Joe…FUCK…I’m so close,” she cried as if answering my thoughts. I increased my pace in response, slamming my thick cock deep into her. Seconds later she was screaming as I pounded her through multiple orgasms, her body writhing under my powerful hands. “Yes…YES…YES!!!” she moaned, over and over. I didn’t let up, pounding her pussy over and over, my huge balls slapping against her. The muscles of my upper body were burning as they tensed and relaxed with every thrust of my massive cock but I felt no need to slow down. In fact I fucked Sal faster still, becoming an animal only focussed on getting myself off. “Cum for me babe,” Sal moaned still screaming through her own continuous orgasms. “Shoot your muscle load in my tight pussy”. That was enough. Sal begging for my load, absolute hunger in voice, sent me over the edge. With a deafening roar I slammed my massive cock into her for the final time, feeling it erupt deep inside. Every muscle in my body flexed as I filled her pussy with my huge load. “FUUUUUCKKKKKKK!” I screamed, both of us bucking with every spurt of my cock. I thought it would never stop, a seemingly endless river of cum flowing from my cock as pure pleasure filled my entire body. Eventually the incredibly feeling began to ease and our moans of ecstasy became more and more spaced out. I collapsed forward, pinning Sal under the weight of my huge upper body as we both fell into a deep post-orgasm sleep.
  6. I'll probably get in trouble for posting all of these at once but I stand by it. It's been 2 years and its time I got this taken care of. Part 1: Part 2: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12786-basically-a-god-part-2/ Part 3: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12787-basically-a-god-part-3/ Part 4: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15219-basically-a-god-part-4/ Part 5: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15220-basically-a-god-part-5/ Part 6: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15221-basically-a-god-part-6/ Part 7: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15222-basically-a-god-part-7/?tab=comments#comment-182850 Part 8 --- A cup floated over the head of the Space Fleet squad member. His eyes focused on its shape as he dozed between thoughts. Outside, the quietness of space hovered and rooted a sense of solitude in his chest. “Cadet Bartholomew, what the fuck are you doing?!” Cadet Bartholomew jumped in panic as he scrambled out of his chair, unable to handle his own center of balance as the diminished gravity made it difficult for him. As he landed, he was able to turn as his commanding officer, Officer Barrett, glared him down. Jack Bartholomew groaned inwardly as he saw the officer’s well tanned, well edited face. When he was given permission to join on the first mission of engineer squadron to monitor the new base, he didn’t expect to be tailed by one of his least favorite men. The rich young officer was clearly sent up to space for his dad’s merit as an extremely wealthy business man. He could have been a football player or a high ranking executive in his father’s firm but, like the rest of the world, he had an needle-precise fixation on everything Johnny Powerstone. Every thought told Jack that he hung around the base in hopes of Johnny making him a partner in one of his many projects that was allowing humanity to advance so quickly or, even better, a disciple. “I told you for the last fucking time. You need to monitor the screens diligently! If you see anything dangerous, you need to be able to report to me ASAP! No excuses, shithead!” John ground his teeth as he felt his slick tongue almost recite Barrett’s words back at him. I need you to alert me immediately when Johnny comes so I can lick his ass for him, he meant. I tried to hide my hatred as I looked him in the face. His eyes looked into mine with equal disdain before he made a glance upward and then stared. “Sir?” “Urrg” he gurgled. Jack turned and my eyes widened to match Barrett’s as he saw a light off in the expanse of space. They were just outside Earth hovering and that gave us the best view of the glaring brightness. “Fuck, it’s him!” immediately Barrett ran out of the room, quickly turning down the hallway and letting his thick military boots clank clank off into the distance. Jack quickly buttoned up and ran after his officer along with many others. Because of the short staff of 20 people allowed onto the large ship, there was little worry of colliding with other squad members as they all headed to the hangar. Lights were flashing and a siren was being fired as the operation prepared for the return of the most brilliant being in human existence. This was only the 5th return of Johnny and, even with that in mind, the 1st time Jack himself would get to see the god behind the operation. God was the only way the earth could describe Johnny anymore as he supported the entire human race with his unlimited mind and even more indescribable powers. Only a god could get away with what Johnny could accomplish and it was very difficult for the human race to handle much time without him. That’s why Johnny made an extremely pivotal decision only 6 months ago. The large hangar was built with the same dimensions as a hangar for multiple 747. Occasionally, Johnny returned with more power than expected when he returned and so could not always return to his smallest size. Jack shivered as he’d been told the last time that his powers were so well controlled was the very 1st test of the base, built solely for Johnny to rest before returning to Earth with a low enough power level to avoid influencing the world’s climate and causing another volcano like the ones housed by what was once known as Hawaii. Jack could remember the terror in the call from his friend as he’d awaited a call from his family saying they’d survived the fall of Hawaii. Johnny was that powerful now and it caused the human race to hold their breath when he was near. Hollywood was glad he no longer came to award shows or else they could lose another part of California to the ocean from his spontaneous orgasm-quakes. The entire base felt it as a boom of energy rocked the base before the source locked bay outside of the hangar finally halted its act of terror. The base was made from the hardest metals and even then something created from Johnny himself proved too weak to handle his might. I tried to calm my breathing as the doors opened, Officer Barrett standing in front of the line of squad members, his legs buckling. Roaring laughter shook the room as two forms far larger than Jack could imagine a living creature could be entered the room. “I told you, that last star was just begging me to eat it!” said a powerful voice. “YOU SHOULD HAVE ATLEAST TRIED TO AVOID COLLIDING WITH THAT PLANET TRYING TO CATCH IT. YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED THE WHOLE SYSTEM TO UNRAVEL!” said a voice that made Jack’s ears rattle. “Oh please, you ate it all, anyway! I’d wonder where you put it all if you didn’t get so big off of that! HAhaha!” “YOU’RE SUCH A NOOB. THAT WAS LIKE WAKING UP FOR BREAKFAST AND EATING A BREAD CRUMB! JUST YOU WAIT TILL YOU’RE CLOSE TO MY POWER! SYSTEMS BECOME LIGHT DESERT!” “Commander Bandares! Where are you?! We need something to run off energy NOW!” Jack tried not to move and remained at attention as a shadow of a 100 foot tall man blanketed him and the rest of his squad members. He felt the floor throbbing as he looked up at the face of Johnny’s 2nd in command, Arseny Petrov. Jack was terrified as Arseny bent over at the waist to look at him. His glare made Jack avoid his eyes but that only made him lower vision to the source of the throbbing. A cock the size of a Greyhound bus blocked his torso as his massive eyes looked down at Jack and shone with a light that no human could create naturally. “My bad, squirt. I get you little guys mixed up now. At this size, your faces all kind of blend together, hahah!” YOU NEED TO FOCUS YOUR SIZE USING YOUR EYES AND YOUR MIND COMBINED! EVENTUALLY, THEY’LL GET SO SMALL YOU’LL NEED A MAGNIFYING GLASS IF YOU KEEP THIS UP! BANDARES! DON’T MAKE ME COME TO YOU OR I’LL HURDLE YOU INTO SPACE IN AN OGYXEN BUBBLE!” The constant quaking behind Arseny got stronger and caused many soldiers to lose balance and fall onto their asses. Above Arseny, shoulders that stuck FAR farther than his loomed above. He looked up in fear and awe at what many described as the will of a god, Johnny Powerstone. His size had to exceed 400 feet tall and probably 200 feet wider than that. Arseny looked up, obscuring his face from the tiny humans below with his leviathan cock. From this angle, Jack felt like he could be crushed accidentally as Johnny Powerstone’s cock appeared hard as well, however, he used a hand large enough to crush us all instantly to move it the size and allow his entire face to view us. If Jack could imagine an existence superior to humans, Johnny’s face just about gave physical reference. His eyes looked down at me from under a hyper-masculine brow. His glowing white hair aided his glowing rainbow eyes in terrifying all of the many weak beings below him. His face grinned with the arrogance of something between a king and a prom king- jock as his extremely hot dimples framed his face. Jack felt something push him aside as Commander Bandares made his presence known though Jack couldn’t possible figure out how these two gods could even register such a tiny five foot old man. Bandares knew his presence was insignificant anytime Johnny didn’t call to be serviced so, his brow beaded with sweat at what was just short of being his maker. “Sir, the energy dispersal machine is still broken from the last time we tried to break off your energy!” “WHAT?? RIDICULOUS! ARE YOU TELLING ME SOMETHING THAT I INVENTED COULDN’T TAKE THE POWER OF A TINY SUPER NOVA??” the roar in his booming voice caused many of us to cower and the sounds of frustration in his voice led to tears that Jack couldn’t feel go down his face. Banderas was silent but he also was holding back tears. “I…..I….I….” he stammered. A heavy sigh came down on us and knocked us over with warm air. “FINE, SHOW ME THE SCHEMATICS LATER IN THE BOARDROOM. I HAVE A MEETING WITH THE LEADERSHIP IN AMERICA. I’M NOT LETTING THEM GET AWAY WITH THEIR RECENT ACTIONS, I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH THAT CORN CHIP OF A PRESIDENT DOESN’T LIKE IMMIGRANTS!” With that, Johnny became to turn his Olympian form, muscles the size of buildings being moved in an almost ultra-human manner. Their bulging size was long lost on Jack as he looked up and watched the 400 foot naked nearly human form turn and was graced with a sight few were lucky enough to get a second’s glance at. Though Jack followed the godly being with eyes of hunger and lust, his view was halted by another face, nearly as large from this angle. “WHAT IS IT, ARSENY? I NEED TO FUCK ALL MY ENERGY INTO YOU OR ELSE I’M GOING TO CAUSE ANOTHER LIGHTNING STORM OVER THE EQUATOR.” Arseny bent at the knees, though it seemed impossible, and his hefty balls came down to land on the ground as his vision was fixated on Cadet Jack. “I hear something coming from this one” he said as he bent down and really looked at Jack. His face filled Jack’s vision like a billboard as he leaned into him. Jack froze as he was considered a second thought to a god, something he didn’t believe could be possible. “I hear something. Is that an elevated heartbeat?” Johnny stopped and turned to observe his new demi-god. “ARE YOU FINALLY GETTING THE SUPER SENSES? TELL ME MORE.” Arseny looked at Jack so intensely, it almost seem like his vision was going through him. “He’s young. His heartbeat is moving quick like its running away from me. Poor kid’s terrified.” Suddenly, Arseny sniffed and Jack felt a cold suction for an instant before he refocused. “Is that the smell of pheromones? Is this what a horny human smells like? I can’t tell if you’re terrified or you need to fuck.” Arseny focused and saw something stick out from Jack’s pants, making him grin. “Well, I can’t tell if it’s both, anyway.” Jack felt an odd presence surround him as he felt body lose weight. His legs left the ground as an invisible force lifted him from the earth and sent him flying upward. Past his feeling of vertigo, he could make out in detail the big, pale muscles bulging from Arseny, his body hair failing to obsure the terrifying mass and bulging veins. Jack scrambled in panic as he thought he would collide with the vehicle sized cock sticking out of Arseny’s pelvis just before he was yanked around it by the force. Past the valley of Arseny’s pecs, Jack was able to smell the energy coming off his captor. Arseny’s wide face came in view and Jack remained held mid air, petrified. “I get it you want me to fuck you right? I got the goods if you’re buying, hahahah!” his booming voice rung my ears. Jack felt himself sweat as he was scared he might actually try and tear me apart with his girth. No living being could take so much from a god like him. “Johnny, can we take him with us?? Please?! I want to fuck him with my thoughts!” “ARSENY, YOU JUST GOT THE HANG OF MOVING THINGS WITH YOUR MIND. IF YOU TRY AND SHOVE FORCE INTO HIS ASS, YOU’LL TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB.” Suddenly, Jack felt something else, too powerful to even fathom, move me upward far farther, sending me up like a bullet and causing my stomach to rotate as he was sent upward to meet Johnny Poundstone. His face was like looking at a flashing sign on New York Square. The size of his mouth showed that he could shove me into his mouth as an offering and barely even register he was getting eaten. I still felt cold tears on my face as he looked at me with an unfeeling, unsympathetic look. “YOU REMIND ME OF SOMEONE I USED TO KNOW. WHAT’S YOU’RE NAME?” “Jack….. Bartholomew.” “IS THAT YOUR DAD’S NAME OR YOUR MOM’S? “M-My mom changed her last name after her husband died.” “SO?” “Her family’s……… last name…. is…. Cole.” At that, Johnny grinned. “FUNNY. JACK COLE.” Before Jack could respond with inquiry, his clothes were torn to shreds and he was left suspsended hundreds of feet in the air, naked. “I USED TO CARE ABOUT THINGS LIKE YOU. HUMANS ARE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THINGS TO ME NOW. I DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME TO SPARE FOR YOU BUT ARSENY LIKES YOU SO YOU’LL GET WHAT MY DISCIPLES GET.” Jack screamed in pain and pleasure as he felt his ass widened and something that felt like the largest invisible cok in existence shoved its way into his intestines. Guttural noises came from Jack as he felt his entire body being racked with pressure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt pleasure a human should never experience. “Hey, that’s mine!” Arseny called up from Johnny’s knee as he called up to his mentor. Johnny just grinned. “DON’T WORRY YOU’RE NEXT” he said as Jack fell into unconsciousness with the ebbing feeling of reaching sexual Nirvana. Jack reawoke to his body being laid under sheets in the infirmary, the window leading into space showing him the beauty of the universe in the dark room he sat in. “You’re awake.” Jack turned to see Officer Barrett’s face looking out the window. Jack wanted to ask questions but it was halted by a single hand from Barrett. “Quiet, he’s doing it again.” Suddenly, an explosion of light filled the window and caused Jack to cover his eyes. The entire room shook as what seemed to be far superior to a nuclear bomb went off in the vacuum of space. Jack held his bed as the impact nearly sent off. “He wants you to go with him back down to Earth once he’s done. Arseny. He wants to make you his first disciple” Barret said through the quaking. Jack used the light to see that Barrett had his pants around his ankles on a computer chair beside the window, an erection like rock sticking out from the gap of his pants. As the light faded, Jack began to make out stains on Barrett’s pants and sweat on his forehead as if he was having a fever during masturbation. Past Jack’s shock, another series of blasts of light and an explosion came unaffected from the distance. All he could make out was two titanic shadows the size of starships from a movie colliding rapidly, their forms distinguishable as one massive form and another form three times as massive. “They’ve been at it for 6 hours solid. He really is a god. It’s a miracle he doesn’t use his power to make us bow. Either way, we all would bow voluntarily and power this unbelievable.” ----
  7. Trying something different between chapters of ‘Flex for class’. The scenario and protagonist for this are lifted from a fbb worship story I found on literotica called Best Seat On The Plane. This has always been a scenario I’ve dreamt of, so rewrote with a male bodybuilder and embellished a bit. I hope the original author doesn’t mind. Original story is here: https://www.literotica.com/s/best-seat-on-the-plane Plane Muscle John was sitting in Chicago airport at his gate, waiting patiently for his flight to Washington D.C. He had a conference the next day and was flying in the night before. Looking round at the people waiting for flights, he spotted a man who immediately stood out to him. His cock jolted in his pants at the sight of a huge bodybuilder less than 10 feet away. John had a secret love for well built men, the bigger the better. He had no idea why he loved men with muscles so much, but he learned over time not to fight his passion but embrace it. The crazy thing was, he had never met a bodybuilder before! His only experience was looking at pictures on the internet, or occasionally seeing one on the street or in a shopping centre. He always dreamed about what it would be like to meet one, and maybe even feel their muscles. The man he spotted was standing at the end of one of the aisles of seats looking at his phone. He was definitely a bodybuilder, and looked absolutely massive from where John was sitting. After the initial blur of seeing his presence from the corner of his eye, what John noticed was the size of his legs, which were visible because he was wearing mid length black shorts. His legs looked smooth with huge quad muscles, the bulges of which remained visible even under the material of the shorts. Just from standing there he could see incredible definition. When he would shift his weight from one leg to the other his muscles would contract and harden. His calves were also well defined and thick with size. He was wearing a lightweight long sleeve jacket, but he could see big round shoulders and beefy arms. The jacket draped around the waist, but everywhere else it hugged the man’s upper body tightly and was tautly stretched around his huge delts, arms, chest and back muscles. The bodybuilder swung round, now exposing to John how wide he was from the back. The seams of the jacket showed signs of unthreading due to the huge forces on them. He swung back and resumed poking his phone. Without thinking John got up to get a better view of him. He was pretending to do something with his phone as he got within a couple of feet. Just being this close to his incredible size was getting John excited as he positioned himself behind the mountain of muscle. He looked bigger than any man John had ever seen, or maybe it was because he had never seen such a huge bodybuilder this close before. John was an average man, standing 5’9” tall and weighing 150 pounds. Standing this close to the bodybuilder he had never felt weaker or smaller, the bigger guy having at least 5 inches on him. He was handsome too, with olive skin and a shaved head. His facial features were quite intense and masculine with hazel eyes. John couldn't place his nationality but guessed at French or Mediterranean. Trembling, he took a closer look from the side, and could see he was holding his ticket in a meaty hand. He could just make out they were on the same flight and his seat was 1A. John was disappointed their seats weren't closer, but bristled at the thought of sharing a plane with this goliath. But then he got an idea! It was a long shot but worth a go. "Hi may I help you?" The woman behind the counter asked. "Hello, I was wondering if it was possible to upgrade to first class?" John asked. "Let me see." The attendant started punching on her keyboard. "The farther up the better, something like 1A." John was hoping this would be enough to get close. "1A is taken but how about 1B. The upgrade fee is $199." The attendant offered. John's heart nearly leapt out of his chest it was beating so fast. He tried his best to calm himself so he didn't look crazy, but he was sure his legs might give out any second. "That would be perfect." He said. What a small price to pay to get the best seat on the plane he thought to himself. He walked back over to the seats to sit down and calm himself. He made sure that he could still see the muscular man from his vantage point. As he held his phone still looking at it, he could see massive mounds bulging under the sleeves. He had to be a super heavyweight John thought. The wait to board the plane seemed like it took forever as John sat impatiently sneaking peaks at the man. Finally the announcement was made that pre-boarding would begin. He looked over to see the muscle bull stand and make his way to boarding. Watching so much dense hard muscle move like this in real life was surreal! John tried to casually get up and fall in in line behind him. The way his heart was racing he was sure it was less than casual. He was directly behind the guy now, taking in his massive frame. His shoulders were so wide and round John couldn't believe his eyes. He must have been in off season to be this big, and yet he still had great separation in his legs. It didn't take long to get through the line and soon they were making their way down the jet bridge to the plane. The bodybuilder walked with confident, heavy stomps in front of John, his arms hanging away from his body due to his huge lats. John couldn't take his eyes off the calves that flexed with every step, and his dick chubbed in his tight briefs as the sight. As they approached the cabin door, passengers boarded the plane and were greeted by the attendant. The muscle man however, had to turn side on to walk through. John could not believe how thick this guy’s upper body was. Side on he was as wide as a normal man! John had never flown first class before and felt like royalty. In front of him, the bodybuilder was already putting his carry-on in the overhead compartment and taking his seat by the window. John put his luggage above as well and looked down to see the man struggling to take off his jacket. What an amazing sight. He looked hard as a rock and bulging all over. He wasn’t contest ready as John thought he might have been before, but not in the depths of off season some bodybuilders got into. He had that jacked roid cycle look, like he was constantly swelling up. Underneath the jacket he had on a tight fitting white t shirt. His arms, shoulders, and chest were exploding out of it. He must have felt John staring because he looked up and gave him a warm smile. "Is this your seat?" The huge man asked, pointing to 1B. John realized he was staring and snapped out of his trance to take the seat next to him. His voice was masculine, deep and… French! Good guess “.... um, Yep! 1B! ….That’s me!” John sank into the seat, mortified at what he had said. He didn't know what to say or do and just sat in his seat looking straight ahead, dick throbbing and twitching between his thigh and jeans. "Can I get you something to drink?" The flight attendant bent down to ask them. "Sure I’ll have a water." "I'll also have a water." John reflexively responded. He was so nervous as he sat there looking straight ahead. He realized that the guy might be thinking he is one of those closed minded people that disagree with his lifestyle. He was trying to think of anything to do or say but his mind was blank. The flight attendant came back with their waters and John and the man thanked her. The seats in first class were a little bigger than back in coach, yet the muscular man was so big he filled the entire seat and still managed to push up against John's shoulder and arm. John was in a light oxford button down, but the electricity off feeling the man swelling up against his shoulder was palpable. He found himself leaning away because he was so nervous to even touch him. The huge muscle mountain must have caught on… "Hey, I'm Alex by the way." he had his hand extended toward John in a greeting. It was huge, thick and looked textured through years of work outs. John took it and the man shook his hand firmly. "um...John." "Nice to meet you John, are you heading to D.C for business or pleasure." he asked in a deep French accent. John was so thankful he was breaking the ice with casual conversation. His hazel eyes had a kindness to them that instantly made John relax a little. "Business, I am attending a conference tomorrow." He offered. "What is your business?" he asked. "I am a software engineer for a mid-sized company. We provide contracting services for telecom companies mostly." "Interesting." he said. John was sure this must have been the most boring conversation, but Alex had an honesty to him that made even John’s boring job sound like it was fascinating. John was doing everything in his power to maintain eye contact. He wanted so badly to sneak a peek at Alex’s gigantic body but knew that he needed to play it cool. "How about you? Business or pleasure?" He asked. "A little of both, I have never been to D.C. so I am hoping to see the sights. The company I work for has it's headquarters there and I will be doing some training on Monday." "Oh, so you have the whole weekend to enjoy the city." "Yes, that's the plan." he said. "I lived in D.C. for about 5 years, it is a great city to explore." John offered. "Any suggestions? I didn't really plan anything, I just decided to fly in early and look around." John was more relaxed now as he was talking to Alex about something he knew about. People were still boarding the plane as John started telling him all his favourite spots in the D.C. Alex listened to everything he was saying with rapt attention. John was 30 and was pretty sure Alex was around the same age. His skin had that mature look to it but with no visible signs of aging, yet given his muscle size he must have been bodybuilding for a long time. “Sorry you have to be sat next to the big lug by the way. I’ll try not to squash you too much!” Alex offered with smile and a giggle, a routine John felt like he might have had to do before. He was as charming as he was big! “Oh! No problem. Anyway, I hardly take up any space” “Thank you John! Some people… are not so nice about it” “Well, it’s fine by me” John smiled, relaxing back into his seat and no longer feeling awkward at feeling Alex’s awesome body swelling over the armrest in to him. In fact, it felt amazing. The cabin doors were closed now and John felt the familiar feeling of the plane backing up away from the terminal. Alex took a deep breath, his incredible chest and shoulders swelling upward and outward, pushing against John so that he could feel the dense thickness of muscle again. They were silent for a few minutes as Alex looked ahead. "John, I have a confession to make." Alex said. "What’s that?" John asked, intrigued. "I don't fly very much and I get nervous when the plane is taking off. I am usually fine when we are in the air, I just… I need to get through the first part." he was gripping the armrest showing thick ropes of muscle popping out on his forearm, a bead of sweat on his forehead. John’s eyes widened at the sight as he snuck a peak when Alex wasn't looking. He must have lingered too long because when he looked up, Alex was looking at him through the corner of his eyes with interest. "It helps me to talk. It takes my mind off it." he continued. "OK, well, I’ll see what I can do." John said. "Also…” Alex paused, “You can ask me about my muscles, it's OK. Most people don't know what to make of me or are too scared to ask." He was so forward and honest. John wasn't sure how to respond. Should he come clean and be honest, or hide his true feelings on the subject? “Oh, well people can be intimidated to talk about that sort of thing!” John offered as a halfway house. “And plus, well you are huge!” Alex only nodded back. "Actually Alex. I… I have a confession as well." John finally said. "What is it?" Alex asked with authentic interest, pleased to be distracted. "I am a huge fan of bodybuilders." John said. Alex’s face softened hearing this, and he temporarily forgot about the take off. "How big of a fan? Who was the last man to win the Mr Olympia?" Alex quizzed him, half joking, half intrigued to see how genuine John was being. "That's easy, I could list every man who won Mr Olympia." John retorted. "OK smarty pants, list them for me." And off John went listing every Mr O from Larry Scott to Phil Heath, even throwing in the odd fact or personal favourite along the way. "Wow, that's better than I can do, I think you proved your point." he looked at John surprised. "So when you were giving me those funny looks before..." Fuck! How far back had he noticed? "Sorry about that. It's just that you’re clearly a bodybuilder and I was kind of… awestruck." John admitted. “I’ve… never been this close up to a guy as big as you before. It’s … well, incredible” he gulped. Alex nodded his head understandingly. "I am a bodybuilder; I have been training hard core for over 12 years now." he said matter of factly. "Wow, that's amazing. I have the most respect for your discipline. I workout with weights on and off but can never keep the focus to achieve what you have. Have you ever competed?" John asked. "No, I do it for myself. I have never had the courage to get up in front of a huge crowd like that." "I am sure if you did you would thrash the competition." John stated Alex looked over at him and smiled. "Thanks; I really appreciate an expert like you saying that. What else do you want to know." he offered. "How strong are you?" Alex’s smile got even bigger, as he turned slightly in his seat, the view of his body getting wider and wider to John. "Very strong." he said confidently, leaning toward John as he said it. John just stared back and gulped. All this talk about Alex’s muscles was getting him hard, but the way he leaned toward him now sent blood pumping through his cock. "I have never completely maxed myself out because it can be dangerous, but I don't think there are many men who come even close to my strength." "Really?" John was looking at him with his eyes wide and mouth open. "Really." Alex answered. "How much are we talking?" John asked. "I have pushed out over 500 lbs. I had spotters, but I did it completely unassisted." "Whoaaa." John was completely shocked. "I can squat 700 lbs. safely, but I wouldn't want to go higher." "That's...crazy." John managed to say. He looked down at Alex’s massive legs. They were like tree trunks and dwarfed his own legs by comparison. Up close they were slightly hairy, covered by paper thin skin. Three large mounds were visible on the top of each leg and John could only imagine how they would look if he flexed. Alex saw him looking at legs. “I have to wear shorts most of the time. Trousers and jeans tend not get round these” he said, patting his thigh lightly. Alex listed off some of his other accomplishments which were just stupendous. He had the strength of a powerlifter but the definition and thickness of an off season bodybuilder, which made for the most amazing combination. John’s dick throbbed as Alex described some of his feats of strength. There was one occasion where Alex had been spotting another guy on the bench. The man was struggling on his last set pressing 100kg. Alex had lifted the bar off him with one hand. Some of the other members noticed and challenged him to curl the weight with one arm. He had knocked out ten reps with almost no effort. On another occasion, someone had parked the front of their car across two parking bays. Alex had lifted the front half of the car and dragged it across into one bay. The airplane was lining up on the runway now and getting ready to rev the engines for take off. Up to this point Alex hadn't noticed and been completely relaxed talking to John. The plane started to accelerate and Alex couldn't help but notice the plane was preparing for take off. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back in the head rest again. His entire body seemed to tense up and John couldn't help but notice how much bigger his arms swelled up. He had a vice grip on the armrests again, causing his forearms to harden and flex. His upper body exploded with muscle as he tensed up. His biceps bulged, showing massive size and formed into huge mounds the size of grapefruits. His pecs looked amazing as they stretched the white cotton even further as they swelled up. His tight white top did nothing to hide Alex’s huge muscles, especially now as the fear taking over his body made him swell up bigger than ever. His chest was fully flexed, almost hitting his chin. John was drinking in every second he had to get a good look at his body. Alex’s shoulders were massive and looked like they were carved out of stone. Suddenly he was snapped out of his hypnotised state, as a disturbing sound filled the air. It was like metal popping. Alex’s grip on the armrests was getting tighter, his thick strong fingers digging into the steel. John’s mouth dropped open at what he was seeing. Alex was crushing the armrests in his hands. The first class plane seats were constructed of thick steel plates, but right now, Alex was crushing them in his hands like John would a juice carton. Alex’s huge forearms had so much power in them, he had nearly formed a fist. His face was scrunched up and he was emitting a low pitched growl, like he was about to set a new world record for a strength record. John tried a relaxation trick. He counted back from 10, and told Alex a fact about D.C in between each number, assuring him that when they got to number 1, they’d be up in the air, flying smoothly. John made each fact a little longer. Alex continued to scrunch up the inch thick steel plates into a ball, and was now breathing very heavily. It made John’s cock swell and release precum. Alex had not lied when he said there weren’t many men as strong as him; and now John was seeing it first hand. The relaxation technique was working though, and Alex’s face gradually returned to its handsome relaxed position, his eyes still closed, his pumped chest still flexed, touching his chin. The plane was almost done climbing as it started to level out. John looked at his handsome face and could see his full lips were slightly parted, his breath almost panting. His muscles started to relax as he calmed down. He lowered his head and opened his eyes looking over to John and gave him a warm smile. "Thank you for taking my mind off flying. I would have been a mess if it wasn't for you." he said as he reached over and squeezed John's hand. John flinched slightly. This muscle bull’s hand had just crushed an armrest into smithereens, and now it was wrapping round his own. But Alex knew his strength, and was gentle to his smaller friend. John's hands were in his lap trying desperately to cover up the raging erection he had from the sight of Alex’s feat of strength. Alex’s big hand lingered on John’s for a couple of seconds as he looked into John’s eyes and finally removed his hand. He felt so relaxed with John, and found himself enjoying a flight for the first time in his life. "It was my pleasure, I enjoy talking to you." John said as he returned a smile. “buuuut, something’s a mess!” he added, nodding to the armrests. Alex gave another broad smile “c’est risque professionnel” he retorted, like this might not be the first time something like this happened. “Wow. That is some occupational hazard!” John replied, running his hand over the crumpled up remains of the armrest. Alex raised his eyebrows, impressed he didn’t have to translate for his new companion. Nevertheless, he wanted to move the conversation to John for a bit. He changed gears. "So tell me, when did you become a fan of bodybuilding?" "Uh...since I was born I guess. I have memories of admiring muscle on men as far back as I can remember." John admitted. "Really?" Alex was getting more intrigued by the minute "Yeah, it's kind of a rare thing I guess; to see someone of your size and musculature, so there are a few vivid memories that stand out. Once I remember being at a restaurant when I was very young, maybe 10 or 11, and there was a waiter that had a visible bicep bulging through his white shirt. He wasn’t a bodybuilder like you, but I noticed it bulge even more when he was carrying the heavy trays of food around. I remember watching him the whole time just waiting to see if I could get another view of his bicep." Alex was nodding his head as he looked at him with interest. “So, how do you know it’s muscle you have an interest in and not tight white shirts?” To John’s delight, Alex bounced his pecs one at a time as he said this, emphasising just how tight his shirt was over his gargantuan body. John teetered. “I never thought of that! Next time I’ll ask the waiter to try a different shirt on, so I can check your theory” Alex treated him to the most adorable little chuckle he had ever seen. John’s heart began to flutter as he continued. It was almost therapeutic having never talked to anyone about this. "To a lesser extent, I also remember World’s Strongest Man at a young age. The strongmen looked amazing to me; the way their huge bodies loomed over the presenters, and the incredible amounts of weight they could move. It was like waking up for the first time when I saw them” “So then, why do you say to a lesser extent?” Alex asked. “Well, only a few strongmen had the amazing physique of a bodybuilder, and they tended not to be the strongest ones. In fact, I’ve never been aware of anyone who combined the physique of a Mr Olympia with the raw strength of a World’s Strongest Man…” John somewhat trailed off realising that he might now be sitting next to the type of man he just described. He paused, not sure if he should continue. He didn't want to scare Alex off. "I know what you mean, I had similar thoughts, although from a different perspective. As a boy I remember seeing really huge men and I found their strength fascinating. Especially feeling like I could be even bigger and stronger than them one day. So when was the first time you saw a bodybuilder?" Alex asked. "I was a teenager, flipping through the channels and stumbled upon a Mr O competition. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. The men were amazing, like… prize bulls! I remember seeing Nasser el Sonbaty for the first time and being in complete awe that a man could have muscle development like that." John froze. “Muscle bulls”! Would Alex take that as an insult? "Who won that year?" Alex asked. John continued, relieved "I remember like it was yesterday, it was an interesting time that I came in the middle of. It was Dorian Yates. Remember, I had never seen men with muscle like this before and I remember being very confused. To me it seemed obvious that Dorian or Nasser should win, their muscles were unreal, like nothing I had ever seen." "Oh yeah, that was the time they were trying to shift away from the muscle freaks." Alex added. "Ha! I don’t think it worked. All I knew at that moment was how incredibly muscled and strong they looked." "Then what?" Alex prodded. "As a teenager I had just witnessed the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Now I was looking for more. I found a store that sold what I think was the greatest magazine at the time. Flex. It was really hard to find where I lived, but it was awesome. Then, at school there was a boy who got into lifting weights. He got pretty big, but again, never approached IFBB pro level, like you” John didn't tell him about some of the videos he used to order. Mostly workout and lifestyle videos the Olympia contestants used to release in the 90s. John would whack off to them, loving being able to see these huge monsters pump up and pose, grunting all the while. "I kept my eye open for anything else on TV, but it was like the well dried up. There were a few smaller shows that I found, but that was pretty much it. Now years later I know that I came in at the end of its initial popularity, or at least it's exposure was limited." He finished. “And how did it make you feel, John?” Alex asked, his eyes twinkling and intense. “Uuh. Good. I felt good. Seeing them was like art”. It was the best compromise he could think of to say at the time. John was quiet, he felt like he had done a lot of talking and was curious what Alex had to say about what he said. "I love how you describe your passion for muscle. So simple and pure. I agree with you, it's like art. I feel like I am an artist molding my body. For me I didn't see a bodybuilder till I was almost 14. I already knew it was something I wanted and seeing it for real changed my life. At the gym they had pictures of bodybuilders and I would look at that and dream of having muscles like that for myself. Feeling my muscles grow and thicken at that age was amazing! It's hard to explain, I have just always wanted to be well built and strong as a … ox." He gave John a smile and a wink at the last bit. "It's just who we are so why fight it." John commented, as much to himself as to Alex. "So what about you, you look like you are in shape, how do you keep so nice and trim?" Alex asked. "I have been working out, on and off for about 5 years. I would love to be huge myself but my body just didn’t respond. Couldn’t keep the weight on." He said, dejected. "Maybe you just need the right teacher, who have you worked with?" Alex asked. "Nobody, I just do my own research and try to figure it out myself." John admitted. "I think we just found the problem. I have always had people helping me at my gym, nothing beats someone with experience." "How long have you been training?" John asked. "I have been hard-core training for about 12 years now. I had a pretty good base when I started, I was already a very strong boy. I started lifting when I was a teenager. When I was about 16, a bodybuilder at my gym started to help me train and I got the right diet and exercise program and started to really make gains." he said proudly. “In two years I was bigger than most of the other men who used the gym. Some didn’t like an 18 year old boy being one of the biggest and strongest guys there, so I learned early not to take offence if people objected to my big muscles.” Alex really liked talking about his past, and John was hanging on every word. To hear how Alex was able to transform his body into the man he saw before him was the most fascinating story to John While Alex was talking about his life, the trials and tribulations of growing so huge, he would move his hands around for emphasis. John would try to catch a glimpse here and there when he thought he wasn't looking. Alex either didn't notice or didn't care because he didn't mention how John’s eyes were darting all over his body. It was incredible to watch his biceps grow and form as he moved his arms around. The conversation drifted to other topics and the pair started to really hit it off. Pretty soon they were joking and talking like old friends. There seemed to be a mutual connection; John couldn't help but notice Alex would reach out and touch his hand or leg. It was like lightning when he touched him. The pilot came over the cabin speaker to announce that they would be landing in D.C. in about 20 minutes. John could see Alex tense up with the news as he pushed his head back in the seat to try and calm himself. John felt what was left of the shared armrest. How had Alex crunched this up like Play dough? It was solid steel to John, albeit it now with the dips and grooves of Alex’s fingers. Alex held John’s hand over the hand rest, and after a few seconds of pleasure at this feeling, John thought it might be best to get his hand out of the way. Alex spoke. "John, can I ask you something?" he said. "Sure." Alex lowered his voice, and again, leaned in close to John "What would you do if I flexed my arm for you?" John was too shocked to even respond as he sat there contemplating what to say. He could no longer, and no longer wanted, to hide his excitement at the mere mention of Alex’s muscles. He instantly got an extremely hard erection. And this time Alex didn't hide the fact that he noticed. He looked right at John’s crotch and smiled at him. Alex continued, "The way you talk about bodybuilders and muscle… I have a hunch you would really enjoy it. And I have another confession:" he paused "I would enjoy it too." John swallowed hard staring back into those alluring eyes. "I would… yes, I would like that." Alex looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. The other passengers were snoozing or focused on their devices. The flight attendants were doing their last minute checks and taking their seats around the corner. He stretched his arm out over John’s body, the back of his fist grazing John’s hard on. Slowly and with intent he pumped his bicep up, 1, 2, then 3 times, flexing hard the last time, the round hard muscle pushing the fabric of his stretchy T to it’s limit. "Go ahead.” He said “Touch it." John reached his shaking hands round cupping Alex’s amazing peak with one, and feeling the huge hanging tricep with the other. It literally felt like a rock was under his skin. With both hands wrapped around he couldn't touch his fingers because of the immense size. He slid his hands up feeling Alex’s shoulders, again it took both hands to span his incredible size. He could feel the ripples of muscle forming ridges and valleys all along his boulder sized muscle. "That feels so good." Alex whispered. "Do you like what you feel?" "It's better than my wildest dreams." John whispered back. Alex moaned and started pumping his bicep making it slowly grow and swell up more. John moved his hand back down so he could feel the transformation. These had to be the biggest arms he’d ever seen, he knew they were big but seeing them flexed he couldn't recall anything so huge. John let out a moan of pleasure as he felt Alex’s rock hard bicep under the warm skin. He could feel the power emanating from his arm as it stood unmoving and flexed. Alex had been watching his muscles pump up, and John’s hands moving over them. Now he looked up to take in his admirer’s face, and felt his heart flutter for the impact he knew his power was having. Alex held his other hand over John’s on his bicep. Him, feeling John feeling his bicep. “What do they feel like John?” “They’re… they’re so incredibly hard. Big and hard. I can feel how powerful they are just by touching them” “Hmmmmm…” Alex purred at John’s description “John, feel my strong forearms too” His hand clasped around the huge thickness of Alex’s immense forearms. They were bigger than most guys biceps. Alex moved his fist around, rippling the cords of muscle and veins around in John’s hands. “Squeeze it. See if you can make a dent” John gripped the wrist and upper forearm with all his strength. He didn’t move Alex’s muscle one iota. Then suddenly he was squashing the muscle as Alex stopped flexing. The doughy muscle still felt powerful and grainy. Then BAM! Alex flexed again and they were rock hard. His fist was still straight up in the air flexing as he opened his hand and reached over to caress John's cheek. John whimpered at his touch, his lips parting. Alex moved the hand behind John’s neck and squeezed slightly, then began pulling the smaller man towards him. They both started leaning in and locked lips in the most passionate kiss John had ever had. Alex’s lips were full and strong as they connected together with the feeling of so much emotion. It was like they were two lost souls that finally completed each other. The plane was rocking in it's final approach but in that moment they were in their own world. They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes until Alex pulled back before things got out of hand. They were forehead to forehead now looking at each other as they were coming down from their high. "Wow." Was all Alex could manage to say. "Yeah." John said back between heavy breaths. Alex took one of John's hands and placed it on his massive chest. John could feel his heart racing beneath multiple layers of dense muscle. "Do you feel that, my heart is racing right now." Alex said. John nodded emphatically as they were gazing at each other. Alex's chest started rising and hardening under John’s hand. The shirt looked like it was stretching to it's limit as his pecs were pushing out, causing the shirt to push down like his pecs couldn't be contained. John felt all over the hard ripped surface of Alex’s chest, enjoying the deep valley between the two enormous mounds. Alex playfully bounced each pec, alternating back and forth causing them to rise and fall. He never stopped looking at John as he watched the pure wonder and enjoyment he was able to give him with his body. He could see the spell he was casting on John as he truly transported him out of reality. Alex relaxed back into his seat to allow John to calm down before he got too excited. John looked up and met his gaze. They both leaned in again and shared another passionate kiss. The plane had landed now as Alex realized for the first time that he had made it through with no worries. The first time ever. John put his head on Alex’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the massive arm like it was a teddy bear. He felt safe and protected. "Thank you for taking my mind off the flight. I have never been so good during a landing, I didn't even notice we were on the ground." he said. "Are you kidding me. You just made my biggest dream a reality, I should be thanking you." John replied. They sat there content for a moment before Alex spoke up again. "John, would you...do you want to hang out when we get off the plane?" John looked up stunned. "Yes, whatever you are up for I am in." He wasn't sure what he had in mind but the thought of spending more time with Alex was all that mattered to him. "I didn't really plan out my first couple of days, I was just going to take a chance, I don't even book a hotel." "Uh...well I can help you find a hotel." John offered. "Where are you staying?" he asked. "The Washington Hotel on K street" John answered. "How about we share a cab and I will see if they have any rooms available." "Sure." He responded. They were like two love birds cuddling and chatting as the plane made its way to the gate. They were the first to exit the cabin and hurried down the jet bridge. Once in the terminal John took charge having been here so many times. Alex was happy to let him be in control, relaxing at not having to worry where he would go or what was coming next. The airport was small and close to the city. Neither of them had checked baggage so they walked to the exit where they got a cab to the city. Alex took John’s hand in the cab, gently squeezing it. John got hard again, remembering that just a few hours earlier that same hand had demolished a solid piece of metal. They didn't talk much in the cab but continued holding hands and looking at each other every once in a while exchanging smiles. It was past rush hour so took no time for the cab to get to the hotel where John was staying. John paid the cab and the pair walked into the hotel lobby making their way to the front desk. John went first and got his arrangements all set. After he was done he pointed out a seat where he went to sit down and wait for Alex to see if he could get a room. He watched Alex at the counter still amazed at how handsome he was as he talked to the hotel desk clerk. It didn't take long and soon he was walking toward John at the bench. His quads were massive and John still couldn’t believe how they bulged with each step. "They are all booked up." he said. "Oh.. What do you want to do?" John asked unsure how to play it. "Would you mind if we go up to your room so I can figure out what to do next?" he responded. "Of course, sure. Let's go." They made their way to the elevators. Alex took his hand as they walked and gave it a little squeeze as he looked down at him. "Thanks for helping." "Whatever you need, I'm here to help." As they were standing waiting for the elevators John could feel an electricity in the air. Alex was standing close, his freakishly thick forearms brushing against John’s. The bell dinged. They were joined by others in the elevator, so neither of them talked but they kept looking at each other, smiling. Alex pressed his body against John’s and rubbed his back lovingly. The doors opened and John led the way to his room. He swiped the card to unlock the door and opened it for Alex as he motioned for him to go in. Alex strode in and John followed, flipping on the lights to get a good look at the room. The minute the door swung shut, Alex turned around to face John. There was a pause of a few seconds as the two men took each other in. Then, Alex moved forward and effortlessly picked John up so he was holding him in his arms. John wrapped his arms around Alex’s thick neck as they drew in to kiss. This was even more passionate than on the plane as their tongues explored each others mouths. Alex’s jaw and even tongue felt muscular to John. He was certainly a dominant kisser. The sexual tension had been building and was finally being released as they let go of their inhibitions. "I want to show you my body." Alex said, panting. "I think you will be blown away." John nodded vigorously at this suggestion, once again lost for words at Alex’s amazing frankness about the power his body would have. Alex set him down on the bed and took a step back “You like muscle? Watch this” Alex said with cock of his head. Then, he slowly raised his arms and flexed. Two loud pops were head as the sleeves of Alex’s jacket popped at the peak. “Nnnmmgh Yeah!” He growled “What about bodybuilder shoulders?” He brought his arms down into a most muscular. Two more pops were heard as his delts exploded through the jacket. He turned around and intensified the pose. A long rip suddenly appeared on the back of the jacket and continued to grow as Alex flex harder. He grabbed what was left of the material and tore it off his body. Crossing his arms over his body, he slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing freakishly developed muscles covered in a light layer of hair. He unbuckled his belt and pushed the waistband down slightly, but the shorts stayed put, clinging around his huge butt muscles and thighs which would not allow them to drop. He nodded down at them, indicating John should take them off. Tugging the shorts off over Alex’s immense thighs felt incredible to John. And he couldn’t help noticing that Alex was tenting in his tight grey briefs, a spot of precum showing through. When he was done he stood there, body tensed like he was standing on a bodybuilding stage letting John drink him in. He was massive but had nice definition; the off season roided look was John’s favourite. His shoulders were extremely wide with big round delts. Sitting on top of his shoulders were gigantic, thick round traps that were bulging on either side of his 20 inch neck. John could see huge lats flaring out on his sides causing his arms to hang outward instead of down. They were so wide it made his waist look small even though John could tell it was thickly muscled. He looked like he had at least an 8 pack and his waist was nicely bulging with the beginning of an HGH belly. His obliques were so thick the gaps looked like they could fit John’s entire hand. His chest was wide and massive with undulating rock hard pecs. The smallest movement would make his chest twitch and ripple. His massive tree trunk legs balanced out his frame. John could see deep grooves separating each individual muscle making him look like a living anatomy chart. "You need to get more comfortable." Alex commanded as he moved closer to John and started taking his clothes off until he was down to his pants, like Alex. John’s massive erection was screaming against his cotton underwear and Alex grabbed onto it with both hands and started stroking it lovingly. His own erection was the crowning glory of his thick muscular body. It was so pumped that the briefs material was stretching away from his body, creating a gap between the waist band and his blocky abs. "I think we need some oil" he let go of John's erection, opened his bag and pulled out a little bottle of oil, handing it to John. "Rub me with this." he ordered. John wasted no time pouring it into his hand and started rubbing him all over. He loved how Alex’s skin was like supple calf leather stretched tight over grainy rock. John was in heaven feeling every inch of Alex’s hard physique. Not even flexing Alex’s muscles were still hard. "Oh my god your muscles are magnificent. Your arms look like they could be as big as another bodybuilders legs." He said as he tried to wrap his hands around Alex’s gigantic arm. "John; they are! I think my measurements are closest to Dorian Yates at the peak of his 95 off season right now, when he was in his prime. Except two areas, our height and waist size are different. He was 6 feet and I am 6 foot 3 and my waist is about 36 inches right now." Alex brought his arm up and flexed it, showing it's full size which was breathtaking. "I am proud to say my arms just this week hit the 23 inch mark." John stood there completely in shock by his measurements. It made sense because he could see Alex was huge, but hearing his size just stopped him in his tracks. "When I was 16 I already had really nicely developed arms that measured 12 inches with a nice little bicep peak. I started training serious and grew about an inch a year. I never plateaued and still feel like I can grow even more.” He flexed a most muscular, letting out an intimidating groan. “I don’t know. I must have good genetics or something. What do you think?” He flexed an arm up in front of John’s face who was taking in every detail. Alex rubbed some of the oil off his body and grabbed ahold of John’s erection again, stroking it up and down with long strokes working the oil in through the cotton fabric. Alex pinched the front of John’s oily, pre cummed underwear with one hand then both. He pulled apart and ripped the front open like it was tissue paper. John’s dick sprung out, leaking another glob of precum. "I want to flex for you John, but I need a good pump first, will you help me?" he asked staring down into John’s eyes with an alluring power. "Y..Yes!" John stammered. "Call me your Giant Muscle Bull. I think it is fitting." he ordered. "Yes my Giant Muscle Bull!" John responded. Alex stood up straight and covered his face with the remains of John’s briefs. He took a deep breath, held it in, then let out a deep, powerful sigh. He repeated this three times, while rubbing his cock on the outside of his own underwear with his thick thumb. He threw the remains of John’s briefs on the floor and layed on his belly in push up position. "I need more weight for my pump, lay on my back while I do a couple of sets." John did as he was instructed. He laid on Alex’s back feeling the incredibly hard muscles beneath him. His cock slid nicely between Alex’s hard butt cheeks over his sweat drenched underwear, and he could feel him tightening and loosening giving the most incredible sensation through his dick. It was like Alex was giving him a hand job with his butt. He put his hands on Alex’s massive shoulders to steady himself as he started pumping up and down with slow controlled reps. It was like some new incredible sex position John had never done as he rode this muscle beast up and down. His butt flexed with every exertion continuing the incredible feeling on John’s cock. After 20 reps he paused. John took this opportunity to feel around his arms and shoulders, amazed by the hardness. Alex moaned underneath him at the sensation of the smaller man massaging his muscles. "Mmmm...that feels so good, I love it when you touch me." he said breathlessly. John rested his face between the two massive trap muscles and not being able to resist anymore started to kiss them uncontrollably. Alex moaned with pleasure at being kissed and worshiped. "Hold on tight for another set baby." he said. With no hesitation he raised them up again starting slow and building speed. John took his advice and wrapped his arms around Alex so that his hands came underneath. He cupped his massive pec muscles with his hands and held on tight. The feeling of Alex’s rock hard chest under his hands and the way his cock was being rubbed by Alex’s cotton covered butt was beginning to prove too much for John, who could feel a huge load brewing in his balls. Alex was pumping them both up and down in a smooth rapid pace. His pecs felt like massive boulders with ridges running all along the surface. After some reps he finally stopped and dropped down to his belly again. He began grinding his dick into the floor, the alternative movement squeezing John’s cock even more between the hard butt cheeks. "Hold on tight." he said. With John still on Alex’s back he got to all fours and stood up as if he wasn't carrying a thing. John wrapped his legs around Alex’s waist. He held on tight around Alex’s swelling muscular neck as Alex lowered himself into a squat position and straightened again. John's cock was rubbing up and down with every dip which was enhanced by the oil. Alex did 20 dips with John on his back and showed no sign of slowing down. John was starting to moan as he felt himself getting close to a release. It was like the thick muscles running down the bodybuilder’s back were made to massage John’s cock. Alex must have sensed how excited John was getting and stopped his squats. "Come here baby, let me help you and get an arm workout at the same time." he motioned for him to come around and face him. John was amazed at how effortlessly Alex was able to lift and move him around like he was light as a feather. They kissed once more, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. They did that for a couple of minutes and then Alex brought him up to readjust. This time he held him so that John was cradled in his huge arms with his cock standing straight up like a flagpole. They paused and stared at each other for a moment, John not quite believing this man could hold him so easily like a child, Alex thrilled to be holding such a grateful worshipper in his arms. It was a curling position for Alex and he lifted John and wrapped his mouth around John’s cock and started sucking while he curled him up and down plunging his cock into his mouth with each rep. After a couple of blissful minutes John started shaking and moaning uncontrollably. Alex stopped the reps. “Where baby? Where do you want to cum?” “Abs, rub me against your abs!” John held himself back. He could have cum any time in the last couple of hours, but these last few seconds were the hardest. Alex knew what to do. He repositioned John against his body in the most loving bearhug, one hand under John’s butt, the other around his body, pushing the smaller man’s cock into the ridge between his blocky abs. He rubbed John’s entire body effortlessly up and down the ridges of his thick hard belly. John grabbed a hold of Alex’s pumped rock hard biceps. “You like that baby? You like these jacked hard muscles??” “Uuuuuuh! UU” John forgot language. He forgot everything but the huge hard muscle man now giving him the biggest orgasm of his life. He blew his initial load and it was so powerful it shot up through the gap between Alex’s thick pecs. Another load of cum oozed out, flowing like lava through the ridges of Alex’s 8 pack. Alex held John tight in his bear hug, enjoying John’s shaking, convulsing body. After a few more seconds he dropped John on the bed and seemed energized by the whole thing. "Oh yeah." he said as he raised his arms up and struck a huge double bicep pose. He looked from one bicep to the other admiring his own body, relishing in the reaction he had just had on the other man. John looked up amazed at the sight before him, as Alex’s cantaloup sized biceps stuck out looking harder than ever. Each bicep had a thick vein that ran along the top and made them look even taller. “350 lbs of rock hard French beef! You wanna touch these muscles again baby??” The sight of his amazing biceps made John hub the last few globs of cum out of his still throbbing cock. He never considered himself a stud in bed, but Alex's amazing body had him so turned on he felt like he could go all night. "Wow, it looks like someone is ready for round 2." Alex said as he was eyeing John’s erect penis. Alex struck another pose, this time bringing his arms down and in front so his traps and pecs were flexing. His chest exploded with shredded muscle forming huge basketball sized mounds. His cleavage pressed tightly together looking like it could crack a walnut. John's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as he was mesmerized by Alex’s amazing size and development. "Like art?" Alex asked him. "Yes, the most amazing art I have ever seen. You are beautiful my rock hard muscle bull." Alex smiled and struck another pose. He brought his arms over his head and stuck out one of his legs. John didn't know what to look at first. His arms looked even bigger as he put at them on either side of his head. The peaks were bulging out and one of his arms looked bigger than John’s head. He moved his waist around in a sexy slow motion dance flexing his abs and obliques. Each square shaped muscle stuck out in perfect symmetry showing 8 clearly defined abs. Framing them were thick obliques that ran the length of his sides and formed a V down to his now fully pumped dick. The fabric of the tight grey pants had small tears appearing, as his thick muscular cock strained for release. His massive leg was stretched toward John and he could see each quad muscle bulging out causing deep valleys between them. Each muscle was etched with striations that ran up and down showing every muscle fiber in detail. He continued to move from one pose to another giving John the most amazing personal pose down. He moaned and grunted with each pose, getting himself more and more worked up at the power his powerful body was having over his small admirer. "Come to me John and worship my muscles." he commanded. "Yes my Bull" He replied as he stood up to join him. His massive erection was standing straight up as he stood next to Alex. Alex continued to pose for him as John eagerly started to caress and feel him all over driving his cock into Alex’s powerful thighs and obliques. His body was as hard as it looked. John’s hands glided over the smooth oiled skin feeling every detail. They were moaning in unison as each of them were aroused by the other. John thrust his cock against Alex’s tenting grey briefs. They were now soaking wet with sweat and the cum of both men. Alex moaned as he allowed himself to finally flex his cock. As they pressed their bodies together and started to grind, Alex nearly climaxed; his thick muscular dick stood to full attention. He tore off the remains with his hands as he had with John’s. He grabbed the back of John’s head and rubbed the briefs over John’s face. “Take that in baby! Smell your big strong muscle bull’s manly stench. Does it turn you on?” John nodded and moaned, his hands reaching out for Alex’s body to steady himself. Alex threw the pants to the side and John started to kiss Alex all over his body, running his tongue along the deep grooves that his huge muscles formed. The more into his body he got the more Alex responded. It was like he was giving Alex an orgasm without intercoarse as he was roaring for more. "Your muscles are so beautiful and hard!" John said between kisses. Alex responded with an orgasmic moan. He was precumming hard now as he was begging for John to continue. He was flexing harder than ever now, relishing the feeling of hands worshipping his thick dense muscle. His eyes were closed as a feeling of ecstasy washed over his whole body. "Taste me! Touch me!" he demanded. John was kissing Alex’s chest which was exploding with muscle, his huge nipples were engorged and hard. John’s arms were reaching around Alex, holding on to his rock hard glutes so he could grind into him harder. “NNgh.. AAAAAAAaaaaaaargh! FUCK” Alex boomed as his muscular cock exploded cum all over his small worshipper. Alex, who was still moaning aggressively, let out a final thick volley of cum. As he came down from his orgasm, he reached down and started to stroke John's cock. Then, he reached round and grabbed John’s butt. Lifting the smaller man off the floor, he rubbed John’s dick all around his rock hard obliques. He threw John down on the bed and climbed on top of him, letting his weight crush his admirer, feeling their cocks rub against one another. John continued praising his muscles which Alex loved. Alex would flare his lats out so that John could grab onto them like handles. Then he would pinch Alex’s shoulder blades together which would cause all the muscles to bunch up forming a mountain range down the middle. They were orgasming again, not being able to control their desire for each other. Alex was grunting uncontrollably at the peak of another orgasm as John was building to another big release. "I'm cumming!" John yelled with a shaky voice. His hips were thrusting up and into Alex as hard and fast as possible, Alex’s massive 350lbs of muscle providing the most wonderful resistance. Their twitching cocks exploded against each other. Alex reached down and wrapped his big strong hand around both cocks, gently rubbing them both. "I love your cock. I want to feel it grow in my mouth." Alex said. The mere mention of the fact that Alex loved his cock was causing John’s cock to start growing again. Alex moved down and placed John’s semi hard dick in his mouth. Alex moaned in response to his cock filling his mouth. He started licking John’s shaft like a lollipop. "You're just so amazing, I can't contain myself." John responded. He felt like a stud having just cummed twice and already fully erect again. Alex couldn't get enough of sucking his cock as he licked him all over and was moaning with pleasure. Reluctantly he finally took one last suck and started working up the length of John’s body, crawling like a cat on the prowl. His massive body loomed over John as he stared down at him with his amazing hazel eyes. Everytime he looked at John with those piercing eyes it was like time was standing still, he was temporarily paralyzed by their beauty. Alex leaned in and the two shared a passionate kiss. John started to explore Alex’s shoulders and arms as he held himself above him. Everytime he touched Alex he was in sheer awe by his size. "I want to please you my giant muscle bull. I want to make you orgasm again." He begged, realizing Alex had made him cum twice now and he wanted badly to return the favor again "I already have twice my sweet baby, but I would love more attention." he said and rolled off him to lay on his back to allow John to do whatever he wanted. John climbed on Alex and started to kiss all over his chest and fondle his hard pecs. His nipples were still hard as he licked and sucked them all over. As he was fondling his pecs he marveled at how much bigger they were than he realized. Alex loved all the attention and was moaning with pleasure. He reached down and slid his fingers round his dick and started to masturbate. Alex pulled John’s head against his chest as he started to build toward another climax. He was a sexual machine as he begged him to keep sucking his nipples. In no time he was grunting and moaning as another orgasm began to brew in his body. He was breathing heavy now causing his abs to flex and harden showing his incredible development. John ran his hands along Alex’s sides feeling the ripples of his hard obliques as he ran his tongue down the deep valley between his bulging roided abs. John was moaning with delight as he kissed all over Alex’s hard stomach. Alex loved it and was going wild with ecstasy. “John, come up here” Alex started “talk in my ear” Alex was furiously beating off, getting close to cumming again. John was happy to obey his instructions. He talked intently into Alex’s ear as he continued to feel the bodybuilder’s chest and abs. “Alex. You’re my big thick muscle bull and you turn me on so much” John said, as he grinded his dick into Alex’s body “I love feeling your huge muscles and rubbing my dick against your bull body” “Hhnnnnnggh..” Alex had never been this turned on in his life “When you put your arms around me, I know you could crush me with your immense power and strength. You’re so strong and it makes me wanna cum all over you” “Fuuuuuuck YES! Keep going” “On the plane, I was precumming at the sight of you strong hands crush those armrests like they were nothing. I loved looking down at our legs. Yours are double the size of mine. I love licking them and tasting you manly sweat. I love feeling your 350lb frame on top of me. Your lumpy muscles pressing into my weak body. You make me feel like a small boy standing next to the biggest muscle daddy. I love smelling the testosterone leak out with your sweat as you jack off. I love worshipping my big hard bodybuilder” "OH FUCK...YEES! Suck it, SUCK IT" Alex growled out as his ecstasy hit another level. John moved down and placed his mouth around Alex’s pulsating cock, feeling it pump and swell against his tongue and cheeks. Alex reached down and held his head steady as he started to buck uncontrollably into John’s mouth. He was moaning as if possessed, waves of pleasure spreading through his body. John felt his entire throat and mouth fill with shot after shot of ropey cum. Alex’s body juddered and shook as he let out an almighty roar. He had never felt a sensation like this sweet new man had provided. "Uuuuuuuh!! Come here baby." Alex beckoned for him with open arms. John crawled up and the two embraced in a passionate kiss. "You are the perfect man!" John exclaimed. "You are MY perfect man!" Alex responded. They continued kissing with renewed vigor. An unbelievable bond was forming between the couple, the closest thing to love that could be formed in less than 24 hours. Alex’s hand came to rest on John's butt as he spread his legs open to draw him in. John's fully erect and eager penis slid up against Alex’s as the two became one. John lay on Alex, completely spent, his dick throbbing into a semi again as Alex continued to hold him with his massive arms. John felt so safe and content as his full weight lay on top of Alex’s body. "That was the most incredible sex I have ever experienced." Alex admitted. "Me too, you are the most amazing man I have ever met." John replied. They laid like that for a while completely content until they finally had to get up to clean themselves off. "You know you are staying the night here right?" John said to Alex as he was washing his hands looking at his magnificent reflection in the mirror. "Yes my baby." Alex said as he wrapped his arms around John pulling him into a tight embrace. Later they were cuddled in bed, Alex was on his back with one arm around John, the other occasionally flexing or caressing his new lover’s face. John was draped over him with his head on Alex’s chest. They were content laying there enjoying each others touch. Alex broke the silence. "I am really glad you asked me to stay, I have never felt such an amazing connection with anyone like this." "I feel so lucky to have you with me. You are smart and handsome and driven" John said with admiration. Alex chuckled and squeezed him. They looked in each others eyes and shared a deep passionate kiss. "You are the man of my dreams. I have always fantasized about a man who would love my body like you do and worship my muscles. In case you hadn't noticed I get really turned on by the way you react to my body." Alex admitted. "Then we get to fulfill each other's fantasies my bull. You said you still haven't plateaued, how big do you want to get?" John asked. "As big as possible." he said, giving John another kiss.
  8. Thought I'd give writing a story a try! Josh was always a tiny guy. With his last major growth spurt at twenty leaving him at a paltry 5'7, 120 pounds, he was the definition of a twig, one you could easily snap down to puny size. At home, he was pretty average, invisible even, his loosely clothes form quickly dodging through the hallways from class to class. College was a different story. At a school known nationally for its large athlete population (a place he attended solely for it's generous scholarships), Josh was extremely undersized. Sitting in his lecture classes, he was surrounded by the tall, ripped frames of soccer, lacrosse, and football stars, their bulky arms pushing their sleeves to the limits. They were superhuman, supermen, and they were in abundance. Josh felt their shadows eclipse him everywhere he went, and every time he had to slide his belt over his skinny waist, he dreamed of swelling up to their size, being ripped and strong. Fuck, even having nice abs would be nice. He wanted to transform. And so, he began heading to the 24 hour gym each night, sheepishly working out long after the behemoths called it a night. He made progress. Slowly, over the weeks and months, his belly hardened into a six pack, his biceps tightened and formed, and his chest looked firm. His clothes were less baggy. However, weighing himself he was still hovering at 135 pounds, his high metabolism making him toned, but not big. Late one night he moved to the gym mirror, flexing his arms. Nice for skinny guy, he thought. He scowled. He saw how the big guys ate in the cafeteria, eating so much food that fueled their size. He tried eating that much, but nearly made himself sick, the food becoming an impossible, mountainous obstacle. Josh took a sip of water, and headed out of the gym, the cold evening air hitting him in the face. He sulked across campus passing the rows of posterboards announcing the club meetings, sporting events, and other activities that turned campus into a frenzied mass of activity. His eyes quickly scanned a black flyer, something on it catching his eyes. He walked up to the board, pulling it off the cork: "Society of Transformational Hypnotists: Visualize Your Dreams at Our Weekly Friday Meetings!" Josh stared at the paper. Ignoring the fact that this probably wasn't a school approved club, maybe they could help him out. Putting the flyer in his pocket, he made a mental note to visit the group. Friday came and Josh soon found himself outside an off-campus house, flyer in hand. Looking around and seeing the street deserted, he gulped nervously before ringing the doorbell. The doorbell echoed for a while before the door pulled open, revealing a tall, cheery upperclassmen in jeans a t-shirt. Definitely not the creepy image Josh was expecting. "Hey, are you here for the hypnosis meeting?," the man said cheerfully.rnrn-"uhh yea. Am I allowed? -"Of course. We rarely get visitors. I'm Ryan, by the way." -"Josh. And Cool. I mean, I don't think I want to learn, but maybe you could help me with a problem." Ryan stares at Josh. "You wanna get bigger?," He says. -"Can you read my mind?" Ryan laughs. "No, I see you in the gym every night. You look really focused. Anyway, come on in!" The tall guy leads the way down the hallway, entering a small, but comfortable living room. He motions for Josh to lie on the sofa, while he sits in an armchair near him. Another guy walks in, heavyset, spotting Josh. "Who's that?" He asks. "Just a friend I'm gonna help out," Ryan says, smiling. The large guy grins, before heading out. Ryan looks over Josh. "Now, close your eyes and just relax, bud. I'm gonna help you out." Josh closes his eyes. "Thanks, Ryan. I just wanna be a huge hulking guy, I just can't seem to eat enough."rnrn-"Well don't worry about that. For now, just feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper. With each breath, you get more relaxed..."rnrnSlowly, Josh feels himself drifting off, Ryan's voice growing more distant, fading out to a slight hum in his ears at the world falls away. He's unaware of what Ryan is saying: rnrn"From now on, you are going to try your hardest to bulk up, to get huge. And you will. Feeling your appetite growing each day along with your muscles, you will eat more and more to provide fuel for your expanding frame, each day you mass piling up on your body, maybe even growing a little taller to support all the new weight. You will find eating tons of food easy, and fun, as much fun as going to the gym and working out, pumping up your swelling muscles. That's right, eating more everyday, working out hard, you will never be full. Feeling your clothes grow tighter and tigher and you swell up with bulky size. In fact, as you eat more and more, you realize you do not like the full, cut look of a bodybuilder, or the football bros you wanna be. In fact, as you grow bigger and bigger, eat more and more, you relate more to the big guys on powerlifting team. Looking at their meaty arms, guts, and rears stretch their uniforms, wanting to be large and strong like them, eating enough for two of them. You want to outgrow them, become massive, each day wanting more and more to bulk out to the extreme. You will become massive. You will not recall what was said to you now as you begin to wake up. "rnrnJosh hears a soft "wake up" his eyes fluttering open. He sits up, propping his skinny body up by the arms. He looks at Ryan. "That's it?" He says. "That's it," Ryan says, getting up. "Good luck, big man. I hope to see you soon." Josh gets up, shaking Ryan's hand. He leaves discourage, heading back to his dorm. That's it, huh? He thinks as he walks up the steps to his dorm, entering the dark space. His roommate, Joe, a hulking 6'2 240 pound wrestler, must still be at practice. Another cruel joke, Josh thought, pairing me with him. He feels his stomach growl. Must be all this walking around. Josh wanders to his fridge, pulling out some pasta and chicken he had leftover from his previously attempted binge. His stomach rumbles again. Hmm, cold chicken and pasta won't be that bad, he thinks, unable to wait. He sits down in his chair, scooping up pasta and chicken with a large fork. Chew. Chew. Chew. BURPPPPP. Josh is almost in a trance as he shovels in the food, almost as if filling a hole that can't be filled. BURPPPPPP. He looks down to see the container empty. His stomach growls again. He gets up, moving to the fridge. Luckily, Joe has some containers of food in there as well. I'm sure he won't mind, Josh thinks. He's always eating my food. Josh pulls out two more containers. He sits back down, immediately digging into the food. Chew. Chew. Chew. BURPPPPPPPPP. His normally flat stomach distending a little from the meal. In another 15 minutes, the food is gone. He rubs his stomach. Fuck, Josh thinks, I'm really hungry today, this never happens. Looking around the room, he spies Joe's weight gain powder. He smiles. A little desert? Josh within minutes is pouring some powder into a large glass of whole milk, mixing it until thick. CHUG. CHUG. CHUG. Not missing a drop as he gulps it down, his bloated belly pressing into his jeans button. BELCHHHHHHHH. Finally somewhat satisfied, he assees the damage. The table is covered with empty containers, and as he hold the empty glass in his hand he smiles. I dunno what's come over me, but this was great! He thinks, patting his belly, and moving off to bed. rnrnAs he slips into the bed, stripping to his boxers, he thinks to himself: Fuck, I could probably still eat a little more.rnrn To be Continued. rnrn
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