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  1. (Originally posted on my Tumblr) Comparing I never understood why my lifting partner had such a complete obsession with being bigger than me. He always tried to put a few extra weights on when we were lifting together. He wore weird shoes with thick soles so he could be just an inch taller than me. And he always felt the need to comment how much more of a ‘man’ he was, even though the difference between us was minimal. And, if anything, I was pretty sure I beat him in almost every regard. I was stronger, and bigger, yet he insisted that he was the man between us two. It irritated me to no end, and his latest obsession was about my dick. I was pretty hung, and when you shower together after hitting the gym for a few years my lifting partner was bound to find out. Recently however he had been 'joking’ about how I supposedly only was a 'shower’ and that, if he got hard, my far below average lifting buddy would really outgrow me. And if anyone should know I was very well endowed it should have been him. Wasn’t it the girl he had a crush on I ‘accidentally’ send a pic of, being penetrated by my fully hard battering ram? That had really pissed him off a while ago, I assumed he had been looking at my 8 incher as well when he jerked off to her in that pic. At first I just brushed it off, my 8 inches of heat had never disappointed anyone, so I tried to not let it bother me. But something about him repeating it, every, single, day, really got to me. So after the third joke that day at the expense of my beautiful cock I just told him: “Fine, we’ll hold a little dick measuring contest, if that will shut you up.” It did, he looked at me with slight unease. I was going to love wiping of that smirk from his face. And so I came to sit in my private backyard with my dick in one hand and an old playboy in the other. My lifting buddy, looking rather anxious now, with the ruler opposite of me. My cock never needed that much encouragement. It got hard easy and stayed that way as long as I wanted, and soon pre started leaking out of my cock head. It was a little over 8 inches and hard as steel. I looked over my to spotter, who also looked about as hard as he would get, and still not much larger than 4 inches. I raised my eyebrow at my spotter. “Think measuring is a little redundant, no?” I asked, wiggling my cock around in my hand. “No man, you’ll see, just measure your one first, I’ll really get hard in a minute.” I thought he looked at my cock with just a little too much excitement. Of course he was just a fucking fag, who wanted to see my massive cock, I knew it. Even more pathetic was that he couldn’t even admit he had lost when the it was swinging in front of his face. But if it would shut him up… I grabbed the ruler, doing my best job with the tools available. “8.2 Inches” I exclaimed triumphantly. “Come on man, you expect me to believe that?” Of course I did, because he had been looking at me while I had measured. I sighed. I really wanted to get this over with. “Want me to measure again?” He nodded, the assured expression that was now plastered on his face making me slightly uneasy. I put ruler next to my cock again, my mind not really processing the results when I read them out loud. “6.1 Inches.” I said. I wanted to scream that wasn’t right but… I felt a headache pass through as slowly my memories seemed to become less clear. I packed eight inches of heat, right? My memories seemed now to disagree. Encounters with hot chicks who had noticed my bulge fading into nothingness, and being replaced with more average sex with a more average dick. Yeah, I had nothing to be ashamed off, six inches still got the deal done, most of the time, and it was well above average. I scratched my head, wondering where I had gotten the idea I had some massive cock down my trousers. I looked over at my spotting partner, who’s cock indeed seemed to have gotten larger when I was busy measuring. He looked to pack around six inches too now, looking just a centimeter or two smaller than me. I wanted to hand him the ruler so we could get this over with, still confident I was going to win this, but he just shook his head. “Nah man, I’m still not fully hard.” His self-assured expression turned a little more wicked. “Besides, little man, 6.1 inches seems way too large for your tiny dick, measure it again.” The confident me, who would have told that fairy to get out of his house and to ogle dicks elsewhere, seemed weirdly unavailable. So I just grabbed the ruler again, and placed it next to my dick. “2 Inches” I admitted meekly, reading the results from the ruler. New memories flooded my mind. Girls being disappointed the hot bod came with so little cock. Embarrassing moments in the shower where I had to cover up my little penis. Years of humiliation for my tiny endowment were now ever-present in my memory, of course I wasn’t average, I was pathetic. My lifting partner smiled, stroking his massive cock with a smile like it was the first time he was holding his legendary fuck stick. I could always see his massive bulge through his gym shorts, it’s contents bouncing happily when we did cardio together. Girls biting their lips whenever they spotted his manly manhood through his trousers. The showers falling silent when he walked in, with that log swinging between his legs. “Give me the ruler, buddy, this is about as hard as I’m gonna get.” I handed him the ruler, but his cock extended just a little further than the ten inches it was equipped to measure. “Well, my cock is somewhere over ten inches then I guess. I think we can say I won, right?” I nodded, not even sure why I had called the dick measuring contest in the first place. Well, I did know, to see his mouth-watering sized cock hard in the flesh of course, all those videos of him jerking off online just weren’t enough for me anymore. I smiled, slapping my lifting partner on the back. “At least I still got the bigger muscles.” I said, playfully. My spotter’s expression turned sour, his face turning dark as he mumbled some words in a weird sounding foreign language. I felt dizzy for a moment, before refining my footings. I slapped him on his ass again, the bulging glutes shaking pleasantly in my frail and bony arm. His handsome face having a very satisfied expression on his thick neck, as he guided my mouth to his jaw breaking cock. I couldn’t believe that I had the honor of being able to worship my buddy, the international fitness icon before he went to the gym. His 8-pack glistened in the sun of his private outdoor yard, his muscles seeming just as bulging and massive as usual. He always asked me join him when he went to the gym to train that massive body of his, but I always respectfully declined. My slender frame had no place in a gym, I could train my bubble butt at home. Before taking his gigantic member in my mouth, and letting him use me like the cum rag I am, I managed to muffle out: “Funny how we’re the same height, ain’t it? Guess even you have stay stuck at 5′11.” He just smiled while shoving his enormous shaft down my throat, the sound of some weird foreign words he was mumbling drowned out by my puny body moaning.
  2. Short thing I originally posted on my tumblr, before it was decided those thick pecs were too lewd to keep around. Overexcited. “Sorry coach, might have gotten a little too enthusiastic with that muscle boosting powder you let me test.” Jason's deep voice rumbled. Jason, who was the team’s scrawny water boy two days ago, now struggles to get the team’s Jersey over his newly grown muscular chest. His outward jutting pecs are just too meaty to be constrained. “Are you sure the uniform you gave me is the largest size available? My back is too wide for the jersey, and that crotch cup you gave me… Well, let’s just say that the powder is fixing every part of me that was small before.” The jock continued with a chuckle, he didn't even need to grab his bulging crotch for the coach's eyes to be drawn to it. The coach blushes at the mention of Jason's already legendary thick cock. He softly mumbles he can order an XXXL uniform online and pay out of his own pocket, Jason will just have to take it slow with growing any bigger if he doesn’t also want to outgrow that one. “Haha, glad you still got your sense of humour, coach.” Jason said with a smirk while he gives a slap on his coaches back, nearly knocking all air out of the big man. "Because you and I both know I’m not gonna stop taking any of that muscle growing powder till I have made the entire campus into my bitch.” As Jason downs his 5th protein shake filled with the powder that morning, the coach began to wonder if giving the schools loser the body of a god had been his brightest idea. Thoughts interrupted by Jason’s moaning as his muscles swelled and became rounder, thicker, denser, and impossibly more powerful. He was already the biggest man on the team, biggest player in the state was next if he continued ballooning with mass. Well, whether he had created a growth obsessed, narcissistic, sex craving, giant or not, it didn’t really matter. Wining the cup this year mattered, and any team with Jason on it was going to be hard to oppose.
  3. (Originally Posted on my Tumblr back in November) Scandinavian Roots Bobby wouldn’t fucking shut up about his Scandinavian heritage. He probably thought it made him really special, being able to trace his family tree back to it’s Norwegian roots. The twerpy idiot was even doing a course in the Norwegian language. ‘To be able to recite stuff from that old viking spell book I have upstairs.’ He had confided in me with his nasally voice. I really only had contact with him so he’d do my homework, football players shouldn’t be slowed down by mundane schoolwork after all, but he was beginning to be more effort than he was worth. I mean, I enjoyed all the extra time I had for the gym and sex, but even I had my limits for dealing with bullshit. You can imagine my annoyance when he sent me a text again for the fifth time that week. I thought he got the message last time, when I told him that every time I receive a text I think it’s some insanely hot girl begging to suck my cock and my immeasurable disappointment when it turns out it’s just his fat ass talking about how close he is to deciphering his stupid spell book. This time it was just a pic of him, with the caption ‘Guess what bitch?’ Well, a pic of him if he was an insanely muscled tall dude, wider than most people’s closet. With pecs full and solid and a tight set of abs. And fuck, that handsome bearded face made his thick body look even manlier. My mind had some trouble comprehending how Bobby, the fat loser, was now suddenly looking like he had been working out for a few years. I spent the next few minutes quietly rubbing my cock while tracing every inch of hard as steel body and it’s furry coating, trying to not think about how I was normally only into girls. Meanwhile, I was rationalizing the whole thing away in my mind. ‘Probably just a Photoshop’ ‘Or a model who just happens to have exact same neck tattoo' Any explanation which didn’t involve ancient viking muscle growth magic was fine. The insane bulge visible in his grey shorts couldn't have been real anyways, right? The thick and veiny biceps were oversized too, there simple couldn't exist a man so muscular and perfect. When I was painfully hard and still stroking when I got a second picture from Bobby. It was the girl I had been steady with for a few months, being penetrated by the monstrous cock attached to Bobby’s new hunky body. It was captioned: “Guess girls love a guy with a little heritage.”
  4. I have been working on compiling an updated index of the story archive and through the use of Excel, Access, and other tools, I have been able to put together a listing of all of the 6,800+ story chapters located in the archive. This listing includes the story titles, author names, story descriptions and the links where the stories can be found in the archives. Some work still needs to be done but most of the data has been entered in Excel and transferred into a database for safekeeping which makes sorting and querying easier. I will post an update as soon as I have something available to show you guys! This should make it easier to find a story in the archive!
  5. (Originally posted on my Tumblr) Becoming a man. Little Daniel had been the latest of the Branson family to turn 18. And just all of his 10 brothers before him, his 18 birthday had been mostly filled with moaning and puffing as his tiny little frame suddenly swelled with muscle and testosterone. It had been a stressful day for him, he had woken up frail and weak and with a body that would be put to shame by most 12 year olds, and by the time he blew out the candles on his birthday cake his clothes were bursting and was he growing a beard. “Just is the Branson way, lil Danny” His uncle would rumble while shoving cake down his extraordinarily muscled neck. “Why do puberty over 6 years when you can do it all at once.” His bodybuilder sized farther would chime in. But in between all his older brothers and nephews wanting to compare cock sizes and some distant uncle trying to tell him about the birds and the bees in the most erotic way possible Daniel just couldn’t wait for this day to end. So he had sneaked out, and had been quietly growing in the backyard against the wall for the last thirty minutes. Well, as quietly as you can call whimpering every time his muscles swelled bigger. Daniel’s peaceful growth was suddenly disturbed. “Is that you? Danny, my god you’ve grown!” To Danny’s horror he saw his hot MILF of a neighbor in nothing but a bikini peeking over the fence. “OH, hi miss Clarence.” He meekly called out, his voice alternating between his boyish voice and manly tremor. “Oh I’ve got to come take a closer look at my birthday boy.” She quickly jumped over the fence, her tits juggling wildly as she did so. “I’m very naked!” Daniel called out as a helpless final warning. “A little nudity has never killed anyone. Let me seen how tall you’ve grown!” It was taking every ounce of willpower within Daniel to not grow hard as his neighbor slowly jogged towards him. In the Baywatch sort of way, where ever hot part of a woman is in full display. “My, my, aren’t you a big birthday boy!” Miss Clarence apologetically eyed every piece of the shy hunk standing in front of her. She bit hardly on her lip and felt pleasure move throughout every part of her body. “So big…” A whimper escaped her lips. “So strong…” She gently caressed his bicep. Miss Clarence continued her soft caressing, stroking through the new hairs that were sprouting every second throughout Daniel’s body. New shock waves of growth spread through his body, slowly pushing him past 6′4. “Oh please tell me you got wonderfully spoiled for this big day.” Miss Clarence managed to murmur while her bikini was getting increasingly wet. “My parent’s gave me… gave me this wonderful… wonderful set of…” Daniel interrupted himself. “Aw fuck yeah.” Was all he could say as his biceps grew past 18 inches. He put a hand behind his head, flexing the newly grown muscle and deeply lost in pleasure as his neighbor managed to find new crevices with her fingertips.. “…Gave me this wonderful set of.. of.. of XXXL condoms.” His cock jumped alive, and even though he was standing in a puddle of his own cum already his cannon or his balls seemed no worse for wear. As miss Clarence circled his very plump nipples, his pecs growing in the process she slowly saw the last of her shy neighbor drain out of the incredible piece of meat standing in front of her. His unsure moans were traded for grunts, the last remnants of his squeaky voice erased as his tremor took over and he drew short breaths. “But my favorite birthday gift came from you, Miss Clarence” “Oh.” She managed to wimper, while Daniel’s thick digits removed the remnants of her soaked bikini. “Yeah, something tells me this fuck is going to be the gift of a lifetime.” Danny effortlessly raised her petit form, and smashed her down on his 10-inch cock.
  6. The Rebound. (This story had been originally posted on my Tumblr but has been flagged and removed there for containing the eroticism of the male butt. Posting it here to keep it available.) Eliot had considered himself an odd choice as for a rebound for the schools hottest cheerleader. Macie could bang anyone, why would she want to fuck puny Eliot? He was the brother of the last guy Macie dated, but Eliot and his hunky; lifting and fucking obsessed, brother had little in common besides a last name. Eliot didn’t share his handsomeness, his muscles, or the anaconda between his trousers. So when Macie had thrown herself half crying and sobbing through his dorm door, he had been more than a little surprised. Wailing about how his brother had fucked the entire chearleading-squad, Macie had made Eliot try his awkward best to make the incredibly hot bimbo comfortable. When Eliot had left for a minute to grab her some more water, he came back only to find her sitting in nothing but a bra on his bed. Ever shy, Eliot had tried his best to hide his obvious attraction to the nearly nude 10/10 occupying his room. Not wanting to take advantage of a girl who clearly had a few problems to sort out, Eliot just ignored her obvious innuendo comments as she gave Eliot ‘That’ glare. After a few more minutes of making the nerd very embarrassed and very aroused Macie had enough of her little game. Climbing on top of him, her trained body easily holding the twerp down, she threw away her last garments, and fully revealing her legendary set of tits. Eliot, no longer able to constrain his most primal urges, quickly discarded his own clothing, doing his best to make the reveal of his runty body as sexy as possible. Obviously failing, but Macie hardly seemed to care, her face not even showing disappointment when Eliot’s pathetic 4 inches of heat came free. Although still a virgin, Eliot tried his best to act like all those macho’s in the countless hours of porn he had watched. Slamming his undersized manhood into Macie, he had hoped to push her over the edge right away, unsure how long he himself would last. Instead he discovered her vagina had been stretched wider than his cock, his brothers supreme fuck stick undoubtedly having stretched Macie open for years. Fear spread through Eliots weak frame, realising his penis probably couldn’t even bring mildest pleasures to Macie. Unsure what to do, he starts pushing around his dick in the wide valley that was Macie’s pussy. His shaft touching one her vaginal walls by accident, a new wave of confidence suddenly comes crashing over Eliot, his body buckling with pleasure. Macie bites her lips, Eliot still looked and felt pathetic, but going by the amount of bliss that was shooting through his body, her plan seemed to have worked. Eliot rediscovered his footing and continued his fucking. But he wasn’t fucking the air inside Macie’s cunt anymore, instead his cock felt pleasantly girthy inside of her, pushing deeper than he should be able to with his pitiful dick. A powerful heat spread from his dick to all over his body, reinvigorating him and coating him with sweat. If Eliot hadn’t been so obsessed with how great his dick felt, he could have noticed how his limbs seemed to slowly stretch longer and thicker, packing on muscle everywhere with the second. But it was pretty difficult for Eliot not to notice how great his dick felt. He could feel Macie’s pussy stretch, having to now accommodate for his size. “God this feels great.” He managed to moan. “How are you growing tighter by second?” He asked, as he pulled out and slammed back in with his rod. Macie let out her own moan, feeling Eliot inside her now, feeling his pulse on the veins that were now spreading over his cock. “I’m not growing tigher, silly.” She let out another moan. “You’re just growing bigger.” The sound of Eliot’s bones creaking and stretching was obscured by both their moans as Eliot managed to establish a rhythm, new knowledge on how to move around around with his cock the way women liked jumping into his mind. He hardly noticed how he had gained a foot in hight till it was difficult to continue fucking. Effortlessly, he picked up Macy, choosing to ignore how his formerly boney arms suddenly swelled to the size of formidable biceps stacked with with muscle. Continuing fuck her while holding her body up in the air, much like a flashjack, Eliot felt the heat inside of his body intensify. His whimpers and moans made way for grunts as he felt his muscles expanded, and his balls lowered. ‘Fuck yeah.’ He murmured, looking down at his new shelve of pecs and ripped abdomen. His shyness replaced by cockiness. his attitude began to match the self-assuredness of his trusts. Macy grabbed on to Eliots back, his cock activating all her pleasure centers within her body, and still not slowing down. Under her finger tips she felt the hotness of Eliot’s skin, the muscle that was rippling through his back, making him wider and wider by the second. Macie moaned and whimpered, in awe of the man that was growing right in front of her, her pussy barely providing enough lubricant for steel like member. She felt shockwaves travel through her body, barely being able to contain her pleasure. Suddenly, Eliot pulled back out, leaving her feeling empty. “You put that meat back in there Eli.” She got her first look at Eliots junk after the transformation had started, his puny penis having been pushed past ten inches, and covered in a variety of body fluids. Eliot just smirked, she looked at how his boyish face had been rearranged into a square jawed handsomeness. “Not unless you beg for it, Mace.” Macie’s mouth went dry. Eliots voice having lowered an octave or two until it was truly manly tremor, worthy of the masculine body he now had at his disposal. His growth had slowed down now that he was out of Macie’s pussy, but the effects still very apparent. She looked at wide shoulders and bubble butt. He was oozing strength, quite literally, as the musk he was now emanating intoxicated her and challenged her fair sense of judgement. “Fuck me, please Eli. I’ve never grown a guy to the size of you and it feels amazing. So please, fuck me.” “Attagirl.” Eliot just said, before throwing her on the bed and continuing their session. The missionary position giving Macy an excellent view of Eliot’s already growing body. “Just be sure to put on a condom as soon as you shoot your load, I wanna go on for hours, don’t wanna grow you too big.” Eli just smiled, realising with the control he know had over every muscle in his body, including his pelvis, it might take quite a while before he decided to cum. And as Eliot felt the familiar heat spread through his body, stretching and growing his muscles, he just smiled at the thought that he was finally bigger than his brother. God was his brother a stupid piece of shit for managing to fuck this excellent piece of prime pussy up.
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