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  1. “Who’s sneakers are these” Charlie called, holding one of the massive stinky shoes in his hands “Which ones” his mother called from the kitchen Charlie pulled back the tongue, the musky smell only stronger. “Size 22s” He shouted back “Oh, those are Reese’s” his mother called back These can’t be Reese’s, the 5ft6 fat ass didn’t have size 22 feet. “Reese is like 5ft6, aren’t his feet size 7” Charlie replied, burying his nose into the shoes mouth His mother chuckled lightly “Charlie are you alright” Charlie quickly dropped the shoe with a thud, he had no idea there this sudden fetish for foot funk came from. “Yea, I’m cool, a little tired” he yawned “Ok, go to bed” His mother ordered as he appeared with a pile of laundry “Take this with you” “Ok” he took the pile “But the shoes” His mother looked at him with confusion, she checked his forehead. “Mom” he stepped back She shook her head “You’re just tired” she rubbed his arm, comforting him “Charlie, Reese hasn’t been 5ft6 since he was 13, he’s got to be pushing 7ft by now” Charlie’s face went blank “What” “Honey, Reese has been wearing those sneaker for a month now, you were there when we brought them” she explained “He had just got back from football practice and you gave him a foot rub, I’m proud how well you support him” Charlie dropped the laundry. His mother scolded him, and they quickly put the pile back together. His mother dumped the last piece on top, a giant stretched out jockstrap, that had been hidden in the pile. “Now get to bed, and wake Reese up, he has practice in a few hours” she ordered Charlie’s brain worked overtime to process everything, his eyes glued to the fading name written on the jock, REESE. How could Reese with his baby dick fill such a large cotton tent. Charlie had seen that micro-dick enough times, Reese was always jacking it. The two boys shared a room, their beds either end and facing each other, so they’d seen a lot of each other. Charlie opened the bedroom door, noticing that it now was decorated with ‘REESE’S PAD’ in big colorful letters. The room was different, now dominated by a huge bed and the even bigger occupant. Charlie stared at the long wide feet near the end the bed. He could see that it was two double beds pushed together. The door swinging closed made Charlie jump, the pile dropping to the floor, the musky jock landing at his feet. The beast on the bed sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with long heavy arms. “Reese” Charlie questioned Reese chuckled “Hey bro, like the changes” he bounced a pair of thick pecs “How” Charlie asked froze to the spot “The Chronivac finished downloading on your laptop” he smirked, a large hand disappearing under the blanket “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, I made sure of that” “The Chronivac” He questioned “What does that matter, you’re huge, mom thinks you’re on the football team….and my bed is gone” Charlie listed, his eyes stuck on a growing mound between Reese’s trunk like legs Reese’s free hand twisted a pierced nipple “Yea, I’m huge and I’m on the football team” he moaned suddenly, the mound rising higher “And your bed isn’t gone, it’s at the foot of the bed" Charlie looked down at the small cot, a pair of gym shorts stuffed with socks as a pillow and an old basketball jersey for a blanket. "You find my smell comforting” Reese explained “But sometimes you sleep up here with me” Reese suddenly threw back the blanket, and slapped a huge leaking meat-stick against his abs. Charlie licked his lips, his mouth full with saliva all of a sudden. “You want breakfast” he offered “I have a couple hours before practice” Charlie now settled into this new world tentatively climbed between Reese’s legs, spit dripping from his plump lips. Reese fell back onto the bed as Charlie spat a large gob-full of spit onto his hulking brothers horse cock.
  2. ABSQRST

    In Too Long

    Trent looked his friend Marshal up and down. Gone was the lean swimmer who’d slipped into the tanning bed over an hour ago, now a wall of thick muscle stared back at him with dull hollow eyes. “Marshal you ok” Trent asked Marshal just bounced his pecs and chuckled as he looked down at his heavy chest. “Yea, I’m good bro” Marshal laughed in a surprising deep voice Trent gulped, Marshal had never said ‘bro’ in all the time he’d known him. He’d overdosed Trent thought. Trent had brought Marshal to the Tanning Shop, he was one of the short list who knew that the tanning beds here did more then just tan your skin. After a short session in the bed the user would crawl out with tanned skin, but also slimmer, healthier, better looking and even a little bit taller. Trent sighed, he should of checked on Marshal. Trent though had been too busy flirting with the hot receptionist to notice that Marshal had been inside the bed for three times longer then he should of been. Trent shook his head “Sorry man, but this isn’t good” Marshal just stared blankly at Trent, his head cocked to one side. He was confused Trent thought, but then he was probably going to be confused all the time now, too much time in the beds would cook your brain. “Overuse can lead to permanent damage” Trent explained “I warned you beforehand” Marshal laughed again and brought his arms up. His rounded biceps bulged and he gave his abs a flex to finish off the pose. “This isn’t damaged” Marshal laughed again Trent nodded, Marshal was certainly a sight now. “But what will people say, you’re like three or four inches taller” Trent offered Marshal smirked “Not to mention a beast” he bounced his pecs again Trent nodded again, Marshal was certainly a beast now. “No one noticed you’d changed… you explained it once” Marshal added He was scratching his head under his cap, his head must be hurting from using such big words like ‘noticed’ and ‘explained’. “Yea, a healthy glow” Trent offered “They just see the tan, not the couple pounds of muscle or the inch in height the bed gave you” Marshal nodded, then just waited for Trent to continue. He really was dumb now, Trent almost felt sorry for the idiot who’d stayed in the magical tanning bed for nearly two hours. Trent pondered out loud for a moment “Well… I could do another 30 minutes without any permanent damage, just exterior changes” He stepped passed Marshal and climbed into the bed, flicked the switch to turn it on. As it closed he saw Marshal mouthing the word exterior to himself, trying to work out the meaning.
  3. “I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head. “Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property” Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit. Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything. It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it. But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now. He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened. Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him. “I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were. “Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off” Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave. Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked. “Fuck” Lou chuckled He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money. “Excuse me” a voice asked Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles. “Yes” Lou asked curious “Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos” Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone. “Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed. Either way his balls needed emptying.
  4. ABSQRST

    Heroes Suck

    “What are you doing” I asked as my little brother pulled his shirt off “I’m hot” he replied His perfect chest came into view, golden tanned and lightly dusted with hair. His pecs bounced slightly as he pulled off the shirt. His abs flexed as he breathed. “Well you shouldn’t of carried me off from home and ran us to….” I looked around “Where ever this is” “Hong Kong” My brother Quinn answered “Wait, you took me over the Pacific Ocean” I asked dumbstruck Ever since my brother got superpowers from that faulty X-Ray machine I was constantly being surprised by his actions. He wiped his shirt over his sweaty chest and turned his baseball cap backwards. “Yea, over the Rockies and across the Pacific Ocean” Quinn smiled with his all-American boy sparkling teeth “You said you wanted Green Tea” I couldn’t help but smile, my anger at being shanghaied half way across the world vanished at his thoughtless thoughtfulness. Quinn did have moments when he was a very sweet little brother, like when he jumped into orbit to catch me a shooting star during the Perseid meteor shower. Or when he ran across the Pacific to pick me up a copy of a video game on its release day from Sydney and ran it back to me so I could play it hours before any of my friends. Then Quinn made me forget about all the nice things he’s ever done. He wrung out his sweaty red shirt over the cup of green tea that had just been placed in front of me. It started to overflow with his sweat. “Drink up bro” Quinn smirked I grimaced, his bright blue eyes watched me, waiting for me to drink. I could see red flaring up, like he would burst me into flames using his laser vision if I didn’t drink the cup. Reluctantly I picked the cup up and took a sip. Quinn just burst out laughing. “Can’t believe you did that” he boomed, slapping his meaty thighs with his skull crushing sized hands I wiped the foul tasting liquid from my lips. “Of cause I did, you used your laser vision on a criminal for not kissing your boots only two days ago” I retorted Quinn shrugged, almost proud of what he’d done. “But you’re my brother, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you” he ruffled my hair and then pushed his tea over to me He jumped up and started to walk around the small tea house before heading onto the street. I just sat and drank my tea, best to let Quinn do what he wanted. It wasn’t like I could stop him, he was over a foot taller then me. Also he was at least two hundred pounds heavier and all of it was super dense steel bending muscle. I heard the familiar sound of a car being flipped, it must of got in Quinn’s way. I turned slightly in my chair just to keep an eye on him. He’d pushed a parked car out of the way so that he could get to a very pretty Chinese girl. They kissed, she seemingly taken in by his muscled torso, which I was beginning to think had hypnotic pecs. Crowds has gathered, mostly young and horny guys and girls. The older people had the sense to flee. The Mighty Quinn would save you if you were in trouble, but he’d except a blowjob or more if you were hot enough. And it looked like the growing crowd was more then ready to get saved by Quinn, some even looked like they were going to jump into traffic to force the issue. I finished my tea, I tried to pay but the tea house workers refused to take my money. They must be scared of Quinn, which was good for once as I only had dollars on me. I had to dodge news vans as I crossed the road. Quinn was attracting more and more attention. “Quinn” I shouted from the edge of the crowd He looked over to me, thanks to being over 7ft tall he could see over the nearly hundred strong crowd of fans. Quinn started towards me, picking up a few fans as he approached. I sighed seeing where this was going. “Hey…. I’m gonna have to leave you here for a little bit” he offered with false apology in his voice I pointed to the very excited looking girls on his cannon ball sized shoulders “What you gotta save those girls from their virginity” Quinn smiled ear to ear “Wow, are you sure you’re not a clairvoyant” With that he crouched and then sprung hundreds of feet into the air, the wind washed over my face and even knocked some unprepared people over. I saw the shirtless body of my brother fly off into the clouds. I looked around, I was barely seventeen and stuck in Hong Kong, with all of 4 dollars in my pocket and no passport. It was like Lake Victoria all over again.
  5. NerdJock

    Mike: The Workout

    Mike: The Workout by NerdJock Note: This is one of my very first stories... I decided to stop by the gym after finishing a quick run. I hadn't been there in a quite a while and I was in the mood for a little action, which I never had a problem finding when I went to a regular gym. You see, I'm not quite sure whether it's genetics or something else, but I have some very special physical abilities. While I'm shredded, I'm not that huge. My arms are 19" maybe 20" pumped, my chest is only 58"and my thighs are 29". What really gets me the stairs is my waist, which is a cut 28". Not to mention I have a killer 8-pack and about 4% body fat. You could see every muscle fiber in my body, but I'm getting a little off track. So I walk in and place my membership card on the desk. From what I could see the attendant is a pretty hot little stud. Good sized and well defined body. A good dusting of light hair on his arms and, I was happy to see, he left the hair on his chest trailing down and getting lost in his tank-top. Judging from the board shorts and the above average build, I'd say he's a surfer. I like surfers, great strength, stamina and coordination. Given that he works at a gym, probably into muscle too. That's even better. He finally looks up from reading his copy of Men's Workout and his jaw about hit the desk. I was right definitely into muscle. I'll make sure to give him a good show. Over his shoulder I see the television is tuned to the Olympic marathon and I couldn't help but chuckle. The guys thought they were so good, but the wouldn't stand much of a chance against me, and that's not just ego talking. As I mentioned, I just finished a quick run, at least for me. For other people it'd be impossible. My usual warm up run takes me about 30 minutes and covers about 30 miles. On top of that, I strap weights onto my ankles, wrists and chest. These aren't little weights either. Each ankle has 65 lbs, each wrist another 45 lbs, and my chest gets 120 lbs. Yup a total of 340 lbs, not bad, eh? That and still a one-minute mile, I'd like to see any of those Olympic guys do that. Anyway, my laughing brought the cute little stud back to his senses. He blushed a little and scanned my ID card, seeing that I had a lifetime membership. I realized that he might have thought I was laughing at him so I decided to put his mind at ease, "You must be new here, my name's Mike," as I extended my hand. As he watched the muscle in my flex and writhe with that simple movement, "Martin. Yeah I just started here a few weeks ago. Never seen you around; I'm sure I'd remember." "Yeah I travel a lot and just got back in town," I lied. "I was just watching the Olympics. Kind of funny don't you think?" He looked at me a little funny and said, "Yeah...I guess." No problem, he'll realize why later. I decided that he was going to be my target for the day. "We'll I'd better get started," as I walked away I caught Martin starting at my back and probably my ass; his eyes kind of glazed over. Damn I love having that effect on people. No ego there, right? Well I'd only run about 20 miles and hadn't really broken a sweat and I noticed that the gym had gotten a few of those elliptical trainers that simulate running. Might as well given them a try. I wasn't sure the machine could support my 230 plus the extra 340 I was carrying so I stopped off by the locker room to drop it off before getting on the machine. I entered my current weight and selected the most difficult setting. I started my workout and couldn't help but laugh again. I didn't notice any resistance what so ever. I watched the speed indicator go past 100, 120 RPMs, then 150 RPMs and this was still way to easy. Oh well, I'll just keep it here for a while. I kept glancing at the distance and time indicator. 10 minutes and 20 miles later I was getting bored, I was just about to get off, when I noticed Martin gawking at me again. Thinking about it from his point- of-view, I can see why. My body is probably a blur of movement though it feels perfectly natural to me. Maybe I shouldn't be showing off this way; besides I'm getting bored. I slowed down and glanced at the workout summary. Total distance 27 miles, time 12 minutes, max RPMs 167, and max heart rate a cool 65 bpm. Not to bad, another good warm-up. I got off the machine, still not having broken a real sweat yet, and walked back over to Martin. "Shit man, that was amazing." He walked over and glanced at the screen and about fell over. "Holy fuck! That's fuckin' incredible. You're not even breathing. How'd you do that?" "It's not very challenging actually. Not a bad machine, just not hard enough," I said rather nonchalantly. I looked around the weight area not another soul to be found. Perfect. How should I really impress my little friend today? I flexed each body part slowly, pretending to stretch, and checked Martin's reaction to each one. When I hit my tri's his eyes got wide. I flexed my biceps and they got even wider. Just like I thought an arm man. Okay Martin, my boy, arms it is. I went over to the Preacher Curl machine. I never really liked these, plus there's only 180 pounds on the stack. Not much work there, so I grabbed a straight bar and went to the preacher bench. I grabbed a couple of 45s on put one on each side; this'll grab him. "Hey Martin, mind spotting me for a sec." He walked over trying to look like he wasn't in a hurry. When he got there he asked, "So how many you going for?" "I don't know 15 or 20, this is just a warm up." "You're kidding right? This is 115 pounds." "Trust me," I said as I flashed an over-confident smile and sat down on the bench. I reached over and grabbed the bar easily lifting it off the supports. I started doing my set in slow strict form. Martin stood there watching my bicep contract and force the veins into even greater relief as the blood rushed into my arm. After 20 reps I stopped and set the weight back in it's support. "Fuck dude, I've seen guys lift weight like that before, but you make it seem so easy. After 20 reps you're not even breathing. How the hell do you do that?" "I'll tell you in a minute. It's time for my next set." I got up and grabbed another pair of 45s and slapped them on the each side. Martin's eyes went wide again. "Now way man. No one can do that." "We'll see." I put on a cocky smile as I reached over the bench again. This time I only grabbed the bar with my left hand. "No way, dude. No way," Martin said shaking his head. I just looked over at him still smiling and flexed my left bicep. The bar lifted off the support just as smoothly as the first time. Martin's jaw dropped. I did 25 reps in perfect strict form before setting the bar back down and switching hands. I did another 25 perfect reps with my right arm before setting the bar down. "That's amazing. You just curled more then I fuckin' weight with a single arm! I stood up and hit a double bicep pose. Each muscle fiber is clearly visible and pulsing with strength and I still haven't really done anything yet. I reached over and squeezed my right bi. Harder then steal. Martin licked his lips and flexed his fingers for a bit. "Go ahead and give them a feel. Tell me what you think." He just looked at me. I nodded as he slowly reached over and feel my arm. He squeezed lightly and then with growing force, though nothing to bother me. I've broken a vice on these arms, but that's another story. I looked down and noticed a bulge growing in Martin's board shorts. "So what do you think?" "Fucking incredible. It's so hard. It's like feeling a warm rock. You're still not even breathing, was that hard? "That, my friend, was nothing. Why don't you lock the door and I'll really show you something." He ran to the front as fast as he could and I knew I had him. He was back in less then 30 seconds. I walked over and grabbed another set of plates and asked Martin to bring two more. I moved the weight from the smaller bar to a full size one since I didn't know if it could support this weight. Four 45 pound plates on each side, plus the bar, a total of 405 pounds. Still not quite my max, but it'll knock Martin's socks and probably his cock off, judging from the growing bulge in his shorts. Not a bad package either, but back to business. Again I reached over and grabbed the bar with my left hand. I took a breath and cleanly lifted the bar off the support. 10 reps, 20, 25, but I didn't stop there, 30, 35, 40. After 45 Martin started counting them off. "46, 47, 48, Holy Shit, 49, 50!" I set the bar down, changed hands and started again. "...48, 49, 50!" I returned the bar to it's support. "Amazing. Fuckin' Amazing, dude. You must be the strongest man alive," He reached over and rubbed my biceps again. "Damn. It's so hard and it fells like you have a nuclear rector in there." "Maybe I do, " I smiled at him as I reached down and cupped his growing erection. "You're not so soft yourself. I guess you like what you've seen so far, eh?" "Oh yeah. Absolutely incredible. I still can't believe it." "That? Well that wasn't to bad. Still a little to light though." I reached around his legs and back, scooped him into my arms, and started to curl him. "Shi.." I interrupted him, "You're not very heavy yourself, what about 195?" "What? Yeah, how'd you know?" "I know my weights pretty well. Go ahead feel them up and squeeze as hard as you want. I don't mind at all," I said as I continued effortlessly curling this stud's body. Martin reached over and grabbed my right peak and squeezed with all his might. It felt like a drop of rain. I never have found a man strong enough to do much more then that. He stopped squeezing and I put him down after about 60 reps. He started rubbing his forearm. "It's so hard. I didn't even make a dent in it and my hands are pretty strong." "You don't say. Here grab more forearm, and tell me if you like this." I grabbed a 2 and half pound weight and held it in my palm as Marty grabbed my arm. Then I slowly closed my hard, watching the "hard" iron get crushed by my powerful fingers. To me it was as soft as wet clay. After I closed my hand I rolled the weight in my hand until all that was left was a small ball of iron. I opened my hand and Marty let go. His breathing was a bit labored. When I looked at his basket I knew why a wet spot had formed on his shorts. He shot his load. "Ahh Marty, that was supposed to be mine." I reached around his waist, just above the belt line and lifted him high into the air. His feet were dangling around my waist a good three feet off the ground. He put his arms on my head to steady himself. I pulled his shorts off careful not to rip them, and saw the thick cream on his still throbbing cock. "Now look at this mess," I said as I inhaled his hard cock and cleaned all the cum off it, but I didn't stop there. I moved his body away from mine, pulling his cock from my mouth. "You got any more for me?" I swallowed his cock again and started flexing my arm. Using the motion to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I applied a little pressure with my tongue and started sucking. It didn't take long before I was rewarded with another blast of his cream. I still kept going and got another couple of blasts before he was done. I pulled him out and set him back on the floor. "Holy shit! That was the best sex I've ever had. No one has ever made me feel that way or cum more then once so quickly!" "Hey, my little man, that's just my first exercise. I'm not done with my workout yet." I smiled with my cocky grin. "Oh shit yeah." His eyes glossed over and he smiled back.
  6. NerdJock

    Interview With A Muscle Stud

    Re-posted per request, this is from my old All Male Muscle Archives site. -- NerdJock Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age or if you are offended by explicit language involving gay men. Interview with a Muscle Studby M. Yoder He entered the room with a confidence only held by the biggest of bodybuilders. He's 35, 5'10" and 350lbs of muscle, power and raw sexual energy. His hair is brown, curly and falls over his massive shoulders. His eyes are a piercing blue - eyes that look through you and understand your innermost needs - the need to worship his mass, his muscle and his strength. He has a fumanchu mustache which frames his perfect lips. His cheeks are unshaven and covered with dark stubble, giving him an air of sexiness. He wears his shirt open almost to his navel exposing his hairy pecs which he is constantly tensing to impress anyone who notices. His slacks are tight showing his mammoth dick soft and to the side. When he decided to meet with me, to tell me about his exploits, it was with the agreement that he would do all the talking. I agreed and this is the transcript. "I started lifting when I was 15. My brother bought a Weider set, and only used it for a few weeks. He gave them to me and I the minute I noticed the growth, I was hooked. I saw my skinny 12 inch arms start to bulge out. My chest started to expand and soon I could get a pretty good flex if I tried hard. The girls at school noticed the change, too. That really got me going. After school they'd stand around in the yard and ask me to flex for them. It was freaky. I realized that the bigger I got the more they wanted me. And I wanted to get bigger. I could see the changes every time I looked in the mirror and it turned me on. Within a year my arms were up to 15 inches and a peak had formed. I used to get naked and stand in front of the mirror pretending I was Arnold Schwarzenegger - only I knew I was going to be a lot bigger than him. I was determined to be the biggest fucking bodybuilder in the world! On the weekends, I'd work out for hours, rarely going out and obsessed with getting HUGE! I'd pump my guns and measure them. Sixteen years old and I already had 15inch arms. I knew there was no limit to the size I could attain. I'll admit, when I'd pose in front of the mirror, I'd get a fucking hardon - 16 and my dick was like iron, and fucking 10"! I was as turned on by my muscle as the girls at school. By 17, I had grown so big, I had to buy large size clothes. My neck was 19 inches and my arms were almost 19". I'd go to school and the girls would flock to me. I had so many chicks after me that I hardly had time to keep up. They'd watch me flexing and want to feel my muscles. I'd take my shirt off to give them a treat. They'd run their hands over my pecs and just to surprize them I'd start flexing them. They'd shriek with delight at that and then I'd raise my big arms in a double biceps, or spread my lats like fucking wings. I took a lot of them home, and screwed them good. That's another thing they liked. I had a huge eleven incher that stayed rock hard for hours, always loved screwing their tight pussies and showing them what a real man feels like. After I left high school, I really started getting into growing. At 18, I entered a local contest and took 2nd in my weight class. I laugh about it now. I was a puny little shit, with 19" arms and a 45" chest. The more I worked out the bigger I wanted to be. I was a member at the local Gold's Gym and used to freak the guys out. I'd be in there at 9am and not leave till 6pm working every muscle harder and harder. I took tips from power lifters and found it easy to bench 400, 500lbs. Soon my arms were so fucking big I had to get Xtra large shirts and I pretty much wore sweat pants all the time. Chicks liked that - it showed off my huge dick and I'd get hard working out, which really turned them on. A couple times I'd take 2 or 3 of them back to my apartment and fuck them all night. I have incredible staying power, especially when I have a room full of admirers. Me flexing and posing while they fingered their cunts, till I was rock hard from their worship and then one by one I'd fuck their brains out till they begged me to stop. None of this ever kept me from my goal of being the biggest fucking muscle monster in the world. I worked out all the time, getting so freaky I scared myself sometimes when I saw how big I was getting. My first bi experience was when I was 23, with this older couple I met in a local bar. He came up and told me his wife really wanted to fuck me. I thought, 'great. I'll fuck this bitch while her husband watches. A real fucking man screwing the ass off his wife.' We went back to their place and I stripped for her. She played with her pussy while I posed for her. The more I flexed the more she groaned. "How big are your arms?" she'd ask. "Maybe you should measure them," I smiled. She grabbed a tape measure and put it around my arm. She just about fainted when she read, "21 inches!" I picked her up in one arm and sat her down on my throbbing hard dick. Her husband watched, and started jerking himself off. I was jerking her off on my dick when I felt a hot tongue start probing my asshole. At first I told the guy to back off. He said "relax, guy." and I started to get into it. It felt great - fucking this hot cunt and feeling this hot tongue in my asshole. Fuck they both worshipped me! I pulled her off my dick and hit a few more poses. The husband started licking my arms and chest, pumping my big cock while I posed. She was licking my hairy calves and thighs and I was so fucking hot! She said, "fuck him like you fucked me". I said, "Can he take a REAL MAN up his ass?" He nodded and pulled out a condom, placing it on my dick with his mouth. Fuck, I was hot! I picked him up like a rag doll and sat him down on my rock hard dick. I pumped his wimpy little body up and down on my dick, and I tell you - there's nothing like a man's hot ass wrapped around my pole. 'YOU LIKE THIS MAN'S POLE IN YOUR PUSSY, HUH?!' I'd ask, and he'd nod while his mouth was planted on my biceps. 'YOU FUCKING NEED THIS BIG MUSCLE COCK, HUH?!' I shot the hottest load into him, man - I couldn't believe it. We did that all night long - They worshipping my body and me their own personal fuck stud. I'd fuck her then him, I'd line them up and fuck them both. By the time I was 25, I weighed about 280lbs, my arms were about 25" and I was the freakiest looking man at the gym. I entered a few contests and won with little effort. It was then that I realized I'd stop with the contest thing and just focus on getting more and more massive and ripped. I knew I would be so big that contests would be pointless. And I hated shaving, man. I liked the hair on my body. It turned me on having some hot chick or some guy run their fingers through it while I flexed for them. I got into performing strength feats for my sex partners - I'd tear a phone book in half then grab the halves and tear them in half! I'd wrap steel bars around my fucking huge neck. I'd pump my arms for a hour solid, curling with 200lbs and have the chick measure them. Once I actually pumped up to 29"! I fucking loved it, man! And my partners loved it too. The bigger and freakier I got the hotter the sex was. I'd sit back on the couch and have some chick fucking blow me, or ridemy 11" monster muscle till I shot a load on the ceiling!I'd stand up and start taunting them - flexing my arms and pecs saying stuff like, "YOU WANT THIS FUCKING STUD MUSCLE, DON'T YOU? YOU NEED A REAL FUCKING MAN TO DO YOU RIGHT, BABY!" Then I'd pick them up in one hand and carry them into the bedroom, have them oil me and put on a personal pose down - my eleven inch pole rock hard with the worshipping I was getting." At this point he unbuttons his shirt and casually tosses it aside. He stands up and crosses to a mirror and begins to talk to himself, or an imagined partner. He flexes as he talks. "Big fucking stud. You need this big stud, don't you? Look at this fucking bicep! Lick it, boy! Lick these huge fucking pig pecs, boy! YEAH! You like this fucking huge freaky body, DON'T YOU?!" He rubs the growing erection, straining his pants and returns to his seat. "Everybody wants me. I know it. And if they're into my muscle I'll do them good. Now, at 35 I think my arms must be about 29" no pump and my chest is about 65". I pumped my cock up to 13" and rock hard! I can't wear anything but XXX large clothes, and I fucking love it. Look at me! You ever seen anything this fuking freaky. LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MASS, MAN! I'm so fucking incredible! Flexed all day, all night - I don't give a shit!. And staying power! I know this guy, Chuck. He's pretty puny - only 250lbs - his arms are about 21". He said he could fuck a dozen chicks all night and never lose his hardon. I told him a dozen was nothing, and why just chicks? I told him I'd fuck easy 20 chicks and a handful of fags standing up and doing arm curls at the same time, for a night and a morning. He wanted to try me on that, so we went out and found ourselves a harem. He had his 20 chicks and I found the same number chicks and a dozen guys from the local bar. It's so fucking easy picking up anyone when you look like me. I just walked over and said, 'you wanna get done like you've never been done before?' Then I'd flash a pec and start getting hard for them and they'd follow me anywhere. That night at 11pm, we were at Chuck's place - he's got a huge split level living room. First Chuck stripped and the crowd loved it. He stood there buck naked and started posing - most muscular, abs, lat spread, double biceps. Some of his chicks were crawling over him, licking his muscle. The thought of what I was going to be doing started getting me hard and I said, 'Move over wussy boy and let a REAL FUCKING FREAK get started! I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it slowly, showing off my hairy pecs and ripped abs. People went quiet, as I stripped the shirt off andstood there relaxed, letting my size and mass overwhelm them. I rolled my pecs a few times and could see my men getting hard in their pants and my women getting wet. I raised my guns in a double biceps pose and pushed a freaky peak up on my massive veined arms! They fucking loved it! Then I slowly undid my pants and pulled them down. I wanted everyone to see this real man's dick properly unveiled. As the pants came down, some of my women came closer, wanting to touch it. But I wouldn't let them. I just stood there naked and smiled as I got my huge 13" pole hard without touching it! Even Chuck was impressed. His cock started throbbing as he realized he was in the presence of a fucking god! Then we started in. I grabbed a couple of 200lbs dumbells and started curling while the first chick straddled my prick. My cock was rock hard, while I fucked woman after woman, pulsing cunts clamped on my man's dick. Chuck was busy trying to keep up, but couldn't. I'll give him credit - he's never taken on a god before. After a couple of hours his arms tired with the weights and he started losinghis hardon. Not me. I fucked men, women and kept pumping those weights. Chicks and guys all licking my freaky huge biceps, veins popping and my huge dick plunging into their tights holes. It was 11am before we quit. I'd been pumping my arms for 12 straight hours, and my hairy nuts were so tight it felt like I was going to shoot a gallon of cum! I told Chuck to get his hot ass over and let me fuck him. He didn't want to at first, but then the thought that he'd be fucked my such a monster was enough to send him over. I pounded his bubble butt with my 13 inches and his puny 9 inch cock came almost immediately. Then I pulled him off me and stood there, among all these exhausted people lying on the floor. "YOU WANT MY CUM?!" I shouted. "TELL ME WHO'S THE BIGGEST FUCKING MUSCLE STUD IN THE FUCKING WORLD!" "You!" They all shouted back. "Spray us with your cum!" I throbbed my red hot cock a few times, flexed my arms, pumped to an unbelievable 32" and shot a load that sprayed over all of them. Then to end it, I had 20 of them pile on the couch. I went behind and easily lifted about 1000lbs of couch and bodies over my head, doing a few presses for one final pump and a night they'd never forget." He put his shirt on, flexing his hairy massive pecs as he did. When he went to leave he told me he'd be back. He had more stories to tell and needed to tell them. ------------------------------------------ Interview Twoby TCCowboyAnother story from this afternoon at my computer. Standard Disclaimer: If you find sex between men offensive, turn back now! After our first interview, I had been wondering how soon he'd return with more tales of his muscle and strength. His need to be worshipped by strangers seemed unquenchable. Weeks passed, and I thought of him often. After a time, I began to think he wouldn't return, though we'd parted company amiably following our first session. Weeks turned into months and I'd all but given up, when one day, sure enough, he phoned for an appointment. He requested the interview on the same condition as before - that only he do the talking. On his arrival, I was astonished to see an even more massive version of the incredible man I'd interviewed previously. At 5'10" he must have grown to nearly 400 pounds, incredibly developed! He still had the same beautifully handsome, exotic looks - the bright blue eyes, the brown curly hair, thick bushy mustache and the deep, dark tan. But, my god! What he hadn't done to make his body grow even more devastatingly huge than before! A totally muscle-bound behemoth! He strutted into the office, black slacks stretched tight over gargantuan thighs and butt, with a muscleman's swagger that no doubt caused slack-jawed stares everywhere he went. His billowing shirt, as before, was unbuttoned down to just below his pecs, showing the deeply-defined crevice between each of his thick pecs, all of it covered with dark brown fur. His shoulders were incredibly thick and wide, and his arms even covered by the shirt rippled with mass as he walked. He settled into the sofa, spreading his legs wide, thick cock to one side, and started talking. 'After that last party at Chuck's place, man, I felt totally unstoppable! There isn't anybody who doesn't want me. Every muscle freak around wants to get off on this body. I spent all the next week pumping iron at the gym like a wild man, and I felt stronger than ever. Hell, all the guys and chicks at the gym can't believe my poundages and my endurance. One night, after working out all day - I felt great and beat almost every one of my personal best lifts - I walked past these two couples having dinner at a sidewalk cafe. I was wearing a t-shirt, so I flexed one arm for them and showed some big hot dick through my sweats. 'Want to see this huge muscle in action?" I said, and they asked me over to their place right away. If anything the guys were more into it than the chicks, but the chicks got red hot as I took my time, flexing each muscle for them one by one - massive delts, thick and defined, huge hard striated pecs, and my unusually thick chiseled abs really made them wet and anxious for my meat. The chicks started to lick and stroke me all over, and couldn't get enough. The guys started getting into it when I flexed my arms and showed them what real 32" guns look like. 'Check out this muscle man's arm! Dig that biceps, buddy! Feel those huge fuckers!" The dudes couldn't help themselves and started to cum. For the final treat, I slipped off my sweats and let 'em see my muscle muledick - now pumped to nearly 15" and thick as most guys arms. Their devoted attention to my body really got me hard! Once I showed 'em my meat there was no stopping any of them. I flexed and posed while the chicks took turns getting fucked, sliding their hot tight pussies up and down my thick manpole 'til they couldn't take any more. Then it was the guys turn - they'd been licking up my sweat, rimming my muscle ass like there was no tomorrow, and waiting for their chance to take a real horse-dicked muscle star up their butts. "Open your asshole, man!" I slammed it into the first dude, and he came right away. No sooner than he'd shot his load than I pulled all 15" of my monster dick out of his ass and slid it right into the next guy, who groaned with ecstasy as both chicks kept fingering their gushing cunts and licking me all over. I flexed my arms to keep them busy while I rammed the second guy's ass. This dude could really take a fucking, and I power-slammed his tight hole for about an hour before he couldn't take any more. 'Feel that muscle cock up your butt, boy! Take my pole all the way!" I shot my load over the four of them and promised I'd do them again sometime." 'That's not why I came in today, though. I wanted to tell you what really surprised me. My buddy Chuck, the one who lost the bicep-curl contest? He really took to that orgy we had over at his place, and he wanted to see what kind of musclesex challenge would wear me out. He made arrangements for another muscle and fuck get together, this time inviting about 100 of his friends over to watch my muscle power, and get themselves screwed like they'd never been screwed before. I knew I'd have no problem satisfying the whole crowd. I'm a musclefuck machine, and I knew my mind-blowing freaky power and eye-boggling mass would blow away even the most jaded muscle freak Chuck could find. Everybody met that night over at his place about 10 p.m. He'd hauled in some equipment that would let me show my muscle power before the fucking got started, and I wanted to work my body to get it really freaky and pumped for the crowd. "All right everybody," I yelled out, "Are you ready to watch a total body builder stud in action?" Chuck's friends seemed restless with anticipation. I kept myself fully covered with XXXX large sweats, and still looked fucking huge! The crowd got really quiet when they saw the set-up, and started guessing what kind of show I'd put on for them. On the upper part of his split-level living room, Chuck had brought in a weight bench with a huge bar, loaded with ten 100-pound plates on each side. Right next to that was a pair of the biggest looking dumbbells I'd ever seen - they must have been 350 pounds a piece! Well, I was really getting hot thinking about the strength and power I could show off! I positioned myself under the bar - over 2,000 pounds! I roared as I lifted, and the bar sagged under the weight of the plates. I heard the crowd shout its approval! I pumped out reps for 20 minutes while the crowd panted and yelled with muscle lust. They knew they were in the presence of a most totally powerful freak! ?'WORSHIP MY MUSCLE POWER!" I yelled as I grabbed the dumbbells and pumped out dozens of shoulder presses, squeezing really hard at the top of each one to make sure my beach-ball sized delts would be fully pumped and freaky, guaranteed to make eyes pop! Finally, I put the dumbbells down and slid out of my sweatshirt, starting my show off with Sergio Oliva's victory pose. My body was drenched in sweat, and shined under the lights. "CHECK OUT MY MUSCLE!" I yelled, and the crowd went nuts. I could see they'd never imagined anything like the thick, defined slabs of beef they were seeing. Women were fingering their pussies, men with uncontrollable raging hard-ons all crazy to get a piece of my massive body. Still, I kept my sweatpants on, wanting to build more suspense. "GOT TO GET TOTALLY FREAKY FOR YOU TONIGHT," I yelled out as I picked up the dumbbells and started biceps curls. The crowd roared their approval, and their worship was getting totally intense." "This really turned me on, and my dick started to get hard, stretching my sweats way out in front of me. I kept pumping out curls and my dick kept getting harder and longer. My pre-cum was soaking through the heavy fabric and the crowd could barely contain themselves. I ditched the dumbbells and decided to go for broke. I grabbed the bar off the weight bench and started bending it around my neck. 'FUCK, YEAH!" I was getting crazy. The bar was hardened steel, designed to carry maximum poundages for total heavy-duty powerlifting. I strained and grunted against the bar. Veins burst out everywhere, and I got totally, massively pumped. The bar started bending, slowly at first. I roared to the crowd, "CHECK THIS OUT! WORSHIP MY POWER! WORSHIP MY HUGE BODY!" The crowd couldn't stop themselves. The bar had bent until the opposite ends were touching, and I threw it down like a toothpick. I let the first chick measure my guns. 'Thirty-six inches!" she yelled as she began to orgasm uncontrollably. The crowd roared. "More! Show us your muscle cock!" Well, that really got me hot. My dick ripped through my sweats and surged with lust, bigger than it had ever been before! One guy grabbed the tape measure, and lay it along the top of my mammoth ramrod. "Sixteen and a half fucking inches!" he yelled out. That did it. The chicks held their cunts open while I rammed them one after another. "Slide that muscle dick in my cunt! Show me your thick fucking cock!" I flexed and posed while the chicks clamped my man-meat and slid up and down. The guys were really getting off on seeing so many chicks orgasm like they could never get them to. I knew it wouldn't be long before they'd be begging to get fucked, too. Sure enough, once I'd finished off the chicks they guys were lining up with their butt-cheeks spread and their holes wide open. "YEAH, MAN, OPEN THAT HOT FUCKING ASSHOLE" I yelled out as I rammed one hot, tight butthole after another. "TAKE MY HUGE MUSCLE MEAT, ALL THE WAY MAN!" I slammed their butts so hard my huge, heavy nuts were slapping their backsides like crazy." "Finally, there were only about 20 guys left in the crowd who could take any more. For the finale, I thought I'd really put on a freak show - I grabbed a stack of the 100 pound plates and slid them onto my cock. "FUCK THAT MAKES ME HARD!" I shouted, and my cock surged harder and longer than it ever had before! There must have been over a foot of thick, hard meat sticking out past the huge 100 pound plates, and my dickhead had gotten so big I wasn't sure how I'd slide them off again! Gasps of amazement filled the room as they saw the power in my manmeat. I was so turned on my dick filled the holes in the plates to the max, and the plates acted like massive cockrings, making my cock hard as a thick iron bar. "LOOK AT MY MUSCLE POWER COCK!" I yelled, and I turned into a total fuck machine. "GET THOSE BUTTHOLES OPEN, BOYS!" I started by power-ramming the rest of the guys like they'd never been fucked before, slamming their butts with my mammoth jackhammer, rattling the six hundred pound plates stacked on my dick. Even though all the chicks in the room had been cumming uncontrollably for hours, and all the guys had shot off at least 3-4 times a piece, they all got fucked one last time. I couldn't believe how fucking hot this muscle worship crowd was! With all six plates still stacked on my iron-hard cock, I stood in front of these dedicated muscle freaks and started posing under the lights. I was goddamn huge! I love to pose and can never show off enough muscle. "I'M THE BIGGEST - MOST POWERFUL - HOTTEST MUSCLE MAN - THE BIGGEST HORSECOCK - THERE IS!" I yelled, maybe three or four times. By now I was pumped beyond belief, and as I posed the crowd roared approval. "MORE! SHOW US YOUR POWER! FLEX THAT MUSCLE! SHOW US YOUR HUGE FUCKIN' MANMEAT!" They were begging for more! After all this, my bull nuts were aching to cum - FULLY loaded to the max! My dick got so fucking hard the six hundred pound plates started bending under the force of my power cock, and I started to shoot my load. "HOT FUCKIN' MUSCLE CUM! WORSHIP MY MANJUICE!" Everyone in the place was drenched as I shot an ocean of hot cum! They lapped it up like crazy, and thanked me over and over for allowing them to be there." He smiled and walked out of my office. After listening to this, I knew it wouldn't be his last visit...
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