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  1. Owen pulled his coat close to himself, the rain pelting down onto the Danish street. Even though he’d lived here for over a year he still felt like a fish out of water. It was nice place, he just felt small. The average height here for men was much higher than back home in Britain, and 5′8 Owen was at least 6 inches shorter then the average blond Danish man. He rushed up the stairs to his apartment, where the feeling that he was tiny got worse. Owen lived with a German, a Dane, a Swede and an Asian-American. All of them were big guys, they all went to the gym together, leaving little redheaded Owen alone. Owen found Peter and Sven watching TV in their workout shorts, the German scratching at his abs, while Sven was tying his Swedish mane of golden blond hair into a bun. The TV’s sound was turned up very loud, and Owen could just about hear why. Lee’s bed was crashing against his bedroom wall, the giant Japanese hulk from San Francisco was ruining another poor Danish girl. Owen sighed, Lee was always at it, Asians were just sex gods, plain and simple. It still felt odd to him, like Asians didn’t fit the image. Owen just couldn’t place it, like something had changed. He always brushed those thoughts off, he was just jealous of the massive stud. Owen grinned to himself at his own stupid thoughts and started pulling off his shoes, when Noah the native Dane thudded pass him, knocking Owen off balance. “Shit… sorry Owen” he apologised pulling off his headphones Noah was oversized, and was more viking like then Sven. Overdeveloped pecs stretched out his shirt and long beard masked an amazing solid jawline. He’d got caught without a coat and his shirt was damp to his chest and thick meaty arms. Owen nodded in response to his apology and bit his lips as Noah’s pecs bounces involuntary. He headed to the kitchen, while Noah slapped both Peter and Sven on their beefy shoulders before vanishing into his room to change out of his wet clothes. “Anyone want a cuppa” Owen asked the two big blond men on the sofa “Nah” Peter called back “Owen, I haven’t asked, what is it with you Brits and tea” Sven asked Owen ran a hand through his short reddish hair and sighed. “I really have no idea” He grinned, something about India and the empire They all spoke english in the apartment, as all of them but Noah were learning Danish. Owen lifted a supposably clean cup out of the sink, only it wasn’t and cold tea splattered Owen’s shirt. He grimaced and pulled off his shirt, his pale lean chest on show, lightly freckled and with little to no fat. Thankfully his red sweats were spared, he wouldn’t have to show off his tiny bulge, damn his Irish genes. That was another thing he was jealous about, he remembered his grandad mentioning before Owen moved to Denmark that ‘Hung like a Viking’ was a saying, and it seemed to be true. All of his roommates were hung, and weren’t shy about it. He expected it of Lee, ‘once you go Asian’ was well known, but all his other roommates being hung like bulls, that was just unlucky. It wasn’t like stereotypes were true. Owen just shook his head, he was being stupid again, he was just a twinky ginger, he sighed. He tossed his shirt into the washing machine, finding some of the guys dirty clothes. What was it with these guys, they made a mess and wouldn’t ever clean, it was always Owen’s job. “Fucking vikings” Owen muttered ——————————————————————————————————————————— He stretched himself out after rising from the washing machine, his meaty wide hands palmed the ceiling. He let out a deep contented groan as his long vast muscled back cracked. “Owen can I get pass please” the small soft almost nervous voice of Noah asked He grunted and leaned back, letting the small Dane slip passed him, Owen’s own swollen rounded pecs blocked his view of the tasty looking blond. Owen stared at the cup of tea on the side, he knew he’d made it but why. It was germanic Peter who inherited his country’s stereotypical lust for tea. With a meaty hand he poured it down the sink and grabbed a bottle of water. Owen’s wide feet thudded with each step, his heavy swinging cock bounced wildly, level with Peter and Sven’s heads when he stood behind them. Both little vikings looked up at Owen, their eyes on the imprint of his hardening cock. Owen could almost hear them gulp, he gave it a scratch, hung like a celt he thought. He remembered when he showed each of the little blond northern europeans what that meant, even Lee was shocked when he saw it swinging when Owen swagged around naked. He stepped around and sat between his ‘reluctant’ fuck buddies, they loved it and half the time begged for it, but none of them wanted to admit they rode the cock of the ginger celt they shared a room with, especially as Noah liked to have Owen dress up like some shitty marvel superhero, Taranis or something, he was the celt god of thunder. Owen usually just forced his cock down Noah’s throat when the little viking tried to explain it to him. Owen was too busy eating, drinking, fucking or fighting to read comics, he was a pureblooded celt after all. Owen bounced his thick bicep, he could feel Sven’s pale fingers running along the celtic war band he had tattooed around the muscle. “Shit Owen, can’t get over how fucking big you are” the deep voice of Lee chuckled He swagged into the room, slick with sweat. Owen remembered when Lee moved in, the huge asian looked like he’d shit himself when he had to stare up at Owen, it was like the guy had never met a celt before. “I’m a celt, dumbass” Owen called back “Average height is like 6′4 back home” “And you’re way above average” Lee sniggered giving Noah a playful slap on his peachy ass as the little viking slipped pass the massive American “Hell yea” Owen laughed giving Lee the view of his back flexing as he hit a double bicep pose from the couch “I should visit Britain sometime, would be nice to be a shorty for once” Lee said “Oh yea” Owen said “And you boys too” he slapped his hands on Peter and Sven’s shoulders “I’m Iceni, we breed them big” Noah wrapped his little arms around Owen’s thick neck, kissing Owen’s traps. Noah while scared of how he’d be treated if people found out he loved getting pillaged by a celt like his homeland had been for hundreds of years was more open with his affection in private than Peter and Sven. Noah continued with the talk about Owen’s family tribe “And don’t Iceni boys share” Peter and Sven looked pass the rising tent stretching out Owen’s sweats with aroused but terrified eyes and gulped, both knowing Owen was one of 9 brothers.
  2. Jackson rushed back to his dorm room, his backpack bouncing with each step. The heavy books slamming into his skinny back. Every few steps he had to push his glasses back up his hawk like nose, and have to focus so he didn’t trip over his ungraceful feet. He arrived back at his dorm, thanking god again that he didn’t have to share it with a roommate. The heavy books crashing to the ground as he dropped his backpack and closed the door behind him with a loud bang. Jackson kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, stepping up to his bed he dropped his jeans. His briefs strained with the heavy slap of cock hidden within them, he scratched his swollen nuts and started searching through the bedside table. He hadn’t jerked off since this morning and was near to desperate for release. He found what he wanted, a small fleshlight. It was an XS size and used to fit Jackson perfectly, but now the rubber asshole was stretched out and the plastic holder was almost cracked from frequent use. The fleshlight had arrived at Jackson’s door two months ago, sealed in a plain brown box. After leaving it for a few days and failing to find out who delivered it Jackson gave in and used it. He was almost too small for it at first, his small 2 incher not even touching the sides. He dropped his briefs, out flopped 8 inches of soft horse cock. Jackson climbed onto his bed, his legs spread and his cock already hardening. Jackson was still in disbelief at the growth of his cock, it was now scary. Long, fat, covered in pencil thick veins and with a head that looked better suited to batter the gates of a castle down. As he lined up the terrifying head of his cock with the tiny rubber asshole of the fleshlight the thick foreskin which has somehow regrown since Jackson got the fuck tube pulled back to reveal the angry red head. Around campus several dozen athletes let out a moan of surprise as in unison they started to feel like they were being violently fucked by a baseball bat. Every player on the football team, not just the first string, but the second string, the backups and the backups to the backups, every single player was getting their holes extremely stretched by an invisible force shaped just like Jackson’s wrist fat baby maker. Some were in class, biting their lips and gripping onto the wooden desk or the chair in front of them. Grinding their toned athletic asses into their seats for some relief. Others had worked out the schedule of the invisible cock which bred them multiple times a day and were right now wrapped in bedsheets moaning. An entire frat house was filled with the sounds of beds rocking back and forth as footballers were fucked raw by the biggest dick they’d never seen. Some would swear if they would even talk about it that they could feel two enormous orbs slapping their asses, they even had the bruises to show for it. Some players dropped out, including boys with possible NFL careers, all to find that once they did they weren’t getting power fucked by a jack hammer all day. One or two even rejoined the team only to get their asses stretched open again. Not one jock had told anyone what was going on, pride stopped them. Not that they could stop it or even find out what was happening, Jackson himself didn’t even know he was fucking the entire football team with his enlarged bull cock. Jackson just furiously slammed his cock into the tiny tube, somehow his entire cock vanished into the thing even though it really should be bursting out of the other end. He’d also never really thought why he’d never had to clean it. Jackson knew he was shooting huge loads, he could feel his hairy nuts emptying 20 or more ropes of thick cum into the tube. Yet it was always empty when he finished. Jackson would fuck his fleshlight long into the night, stopping for a short shower and dinner, and maybe an hour of homework if he hadn’t done it already. It was surprisingly well timed, as the footballers all needed to be at practice when ever Jackson had a long break. But the second practice was over and the athletes were home to get some sleep they were being bred into their mattress by the invisible cock of Jackson again. This had been going on for months, with Jackson’s cock, stamina, roughness and load size getting larger with each passing day. When Spring break came around the footballers left for home hoping the fuckings wouldn’t follow them. Jackson though packed his things, including the fleshlight, and hoped he’d get some new underwear. As he went to leave he found a nicely wrapped present at his door. Glittery green paper with a bright red ribbon making a bow. He picked it up and stepped back into his dorm room, closing the door behind him. Dropping his bag he tore the present open, there wasn’t a card. Inside was a new fleshlight. Fresh and unused, it hadn’t been abused by Jackson’s horse cock yet. Jackson looked it over, smiling that the rubber wasn’t an asshole this time, it was a pursed set of lips.
  3. When You Grow Upon a Star Characters: (To Be Updated) - Aladdin “Lad” - Daiki - Jeff - Dustin - Vincent - Dominic - Jafar “Jafie” - Richard “Dick” Hi my name is Aladdin Lindstrum and yes I know what you’re thinking. My mom and her sister were obsessed with the movie. My younger cousin’s name is Jafar, I just call him Jafie. It doesn’t help that I’m 90% Moroccan and like 10% Swedish on my dad’s side. That’s not the point of this story, the point is how my boyfriend, me and a bunch of our friends started a new type of man. I’m a sophomore in college and a chemistry major, it also helps that I got a 1450 on the SAT. I’ve always been obsessed with muscle and our story starts when I was set on making a muscle growth formula. Aladdin groaned in frustration, he was on his fifth mixture of the day. Adding some natural vitamins and some fruits extracts to give it a sweet flavor. Smelling the mixture made something snap in his brain and he knew he had to cum in the mixture to make it work. Immediately he zipped open his fly and began beating off like a man possessed. Feeling the impending orgasm, he pulled down his pants and stuck his finger in his ass. Moaning loudly in pure pleasure, he came more than he had in his young life. He panted after the extreme work-out, but watched in wonder as the cum turned the blue mixture a light purple, instantly absorbing. Another weird instinct swept into the young man’s mind and he grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter. He dipped the whole thing into the mixture and once removed, the apple absorbed the mixture on it. Knowing his brain wanted him to eat the apple, Aladdin hesitated but eventually ate the whole thing. He suddenly belched loudly, nothing tasted off but a burning in his stomach suddenly surfaced and he fell over in pain. He watched in pure excitement as his bicep began to swell and steadily begin growing. Chest following suit till he had a decent set of Pecs and his shoulders and back made the shirt skin tight. The burning migrated to his lower half and he developed a rock hard six pack. His glutes swelled in size, making the shorts tighten as his thighs swelled in size right after. Growing from 5’6” to 6’6” his calves and feet grew in size. Suddenly the urge to cum overwhelmed Aladdin and he erupted. Breathing heavy he watched his dick fatten and elongate out of his fly and underwear. Suddenly his balls swelled to the size of oranges filling his underwear. Adam’s apple growing in size, he moaned in a deep new bass, as another growth spurt hit him. The muscles quickly ripped all the clothes off his body. An urgent itch covered his body, as thick black hair covered his chest, abs, legs, arms and a dark beard covered his face. Then an orgasm stronger than the rest filled his body and he unloaded coating the ceiling in a thick layer of spunk. “Holy fuck!” Aladdin exclaimed, looking down at his new body. He rushed to the bathroom and instantly boned up at the muscular god before him. His erection looked to be about 16 inches long and thick as a beer can. Deep brown eyes reminded him of melted chocolate and the covering of hair on his mammoth chest was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Turning around to check the back side, he was greeted with two ass cheeks that were furry and the size of a watermelon. “I have to change the guys. I’m too horny to just jack off to relieve this.” Aladdin said. Aladdin lived in a big townhouse off campus with his four roommates and his boyfriend. Assuming the potion would work the same for any type of food; he took a few scoops and covered a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies his mom had sent. He placed a sign next to the cookies saying “Enjoy”. Squeezing himself into the closet adjacent to the living room to watch, he knew they’d be home soon. As soon as he got comfortable in the small space, he heard the front door swing open. Daiki Tan was the first one to enter. He was 6’3” with closely cropped dark hair and thick rectangular glasses on his face. He wore dark green scrubs and plain white sneakers. The scrubs were slightly open at the top to reveal the curves of his decent Pecs. Daiki was studying to be a doctor, a studly one at that. Next to walk in was little Jeff Greenly. He was 5’6” with a curly mop of orange hair. His green t-shirt, black hoodie and baggy jeans just hung off his skinny frame. The only prominent thing of his body was his perfectly sculpted ass, it was completely out of place. There were also rumors of his ten inch piece of meat, but they weren’t sure if Jeff started the rumor himself or someone else. He was studying Marine Biology and identified as a pleasure being. Not identifying as straight or gay he would sleep with anybody. Dustin then walked in next. He was a dark haired hunk with deep blue eyes standing at 5’10”. Getting into the college on a wrestling scholarship, he was dressed accordingly. Wearing his wrestling singlet with grey sweatpants over top, all of his muscles were on display. His large Pec shelf was straining the top, while his biceps flexed without even strain and his belly was also on display. A healthy layer of fat did cover his muscles, but his belly was the proof of his avid beer drinking activities. He was studying to be a lawyer, to follow in his parents’ footsteps. Dustin was as straight as they come and always loved to brag about his conquests. Vincent White walked in next. He was a 6’6” Nubian god. He had his dark hair pulled back in cornrows and he wore his basketball jersey and shorts. Wearing size 16 shoes and the most obvious asset was his large foot long sausage that he could never hide. Aladdin had walked in on Vincent jacking off late one evening. Being a chill person it wasn’t uncommon for Vince to just hang out nude. He told Aladdin he could watch as long as he didn’t jump him. Vince was studying Sales and his goal was to own his own company. Lastly in as usual was his boyfriend; Dominic Kontos, scrolling through his pink, sparkly cased phone. He stood at 5’6” with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He had recently died the tips of his hair light pink and they matched his Pride tank and pink hoodie. Topping off his outfit was his light pink jeans and white Chucks. Studying to be a teacher, his boyfriend loved children. “Dude my day was so long.” Jeff said, sitting down the couch, letting out a loud fart. “Very mature.” Daiki said, rolling his eyes. “It’s gas and very natural Doctor Stick-In-Butt.” Jeff laughed. “Well practice was super rough for me and Vince. I’m starving and look Al’s mom made cookies.” Dustin cheered. “I hate carbs, but these cookies are the devil’s fruit. Let’s at least split them evenly.” Dominic said. They turned to see Jeff already with his mouth full. He nervously smiled with chocolate smeared teeth. All of them dug in and they tasted better than usual, causing them to eat more. Laying back, they all began to feel weird. Daiki rubbed his stomach and suddenly let out a large belch, causing Jeff to laugh. Suddenly the doctor in training began moaning and they all watched in wonder, as he began to swell. His chest cleavage began more pronounced as his Pecs visibly grew and his larger biceps caused his sleeves to rip off. They watched as Daiki moaned, his back and thighs swelling larger. Just as suddenly as his growth started, it stopped and his scrubs looked like they were painted on his body. His larger nipples were erect and on display. Dominic being the only gay one in the room was so hard, it hurt and Jeff was eyeing Daiki with new interest. “That was so hot, like something out of my fantasies. Of course your dick stayed the same size which is disappointing.” Dominic said. “I’m trying to fight this, but I can’t help it. I’m sorry guys.” Daiki said. He quickly shoved down his pants and began furiously jacking himself off. Quickly cumming all over the table, Dominic involuntarily shot in his pants. Suddenly Jeff belched and they all quickly turned their heads. “Daiki did you feel like you were burning before you grew?” Jeff asked. “Yeah.” Daiki said, panting. “Well fuck me, I’m next,” he grunted. Jeff’s growth wasn’t as obvious but his grunts were facts that something was happening. Suddenly the shape of muscles appeared against his new tight clothes and he ripped down his zipper, revealing his ten incher, thick and erect. “It’s true.” Dominic drooled. Jeff shot a giant load all over the table and both Dustin and Vince belched at the same time. The two jocks began to get extremely horny during their changes and began feeling up each other’s muscles surprising everyone. Dustin’s chest swelled and Vince caressed in gently. Vince’s thighs swelled and Dustin rubbed them. Two loud rips broke the awkwardness as the sleeves of Vince’s jersey gave way for his massive shoulders and Dustin’s singlet just exploded off of him. Just like the other two they quickly jacked off after they were done. “Bro, why’d you get so touchy with me?” Dustin asked. “Me? That was all you.” Vince said, putting his hands up defensively. “You both had a gay moment, get over it.” Daiki said, looking as serious as you can with his dick hanging out. Suddenly Dominic belched and his pupils shrank in fear of what was to come. “No I like my little body!” he cried. He began moaning in pleasure, as muscles he never had swelled into view. His tank top literally exploded to make room for his growing chest and his jeans didn’t last much longer. They even watched as his growing thighs and ass ripped his pink thong he was wearing. His growth ended and he jacked off, spurting all over the area in front of him, revealing his died baby pink pubes. “Really? You died your pubes pink?” Dustin asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t judge me, you just felt up Vince!” Dominic cried. Dustin and Vince blushed, sinking into their respective places on the couch. Suddenly the closet door burst open and they all starred at the hairy behemoth that emerged. “Lad, is that you dude?” Jeff gasped. “It sure is,” he grinned. “Baby?” Dominic asked. “Did you do this to me?” “I’m sorry, Pinkie Pie but we wouldn’t be able to fuck now without me changing you.” Aladdin said. “So how do we get as big as you?” Jeff asked, eyeing his friend up and down. “If my intuitions are right, which they have been so far. All you need to do is simply suck my dick.” Aladdin smiled. “I call first dibs!” Dustin yelled. “I’m floored, you were embarrassed about rubbing up another guy and now you wanna give your friend a blowjob?” Daiki asked. “Little Lad is now bigger than me. I have to be bigger and if that means sucking his dick, then fine.” Dustin said. Hearing a straight arrow guy like Dustin say that, got Aladdin quickly hard. Dustin cautiously touched the erection, causing Aladdin to shudder and slowly took it in his mouth. Only taking half of it in his mouth, Dustin expertly went to town blowing his friend. All the blowjobs he ever received told him exactly what felt good. With his dick now being super sensitive, Aladdin quickly held Dustin’s head in place and released a torrent of jizz. Making sure to get it all down, it even shot out of Dustin’s nose. Dustin’s Adam’s Apple had already grown bigger and he felt a warmth running through him, he started to moan. “Fuck yes!” he bellowed, in his deeper voice. The others watched with near instantaneous boners, as Dustin began to grown again. The first thing that began changing, was his huge ass, swelling and ripping the boxers off of his body. Following suit his dick fattened and elongated into a fourteen inch piece of meat and swelled to a 17 inch erection. His balls swelled to the size of oranges, and then his lower body began to swell. Things touched each other, calves became the shapes of diamonds, his feet expanded at a rapid rate and his legs stretched a foot, making him 6’10”. His shoulders and back swelled in size, biceps swelling to 25 inches, his stomach grew as well and as his chest swelled, Dustin rubbed the larger nipples in pleasure. A shadow fell over the expanse of Dustin’s body and starting with his face a blanket of hair covered most of his body, except for his back and shoulders. “Shit, the second time was a rush.” Dustin said. Aladdin eyed the newest behemoth before him. Lingering on his hairy gut and that 17 inch piece of meat, already dripping pre. In a split second Al was down on Dustin, sucking him off and kneading his hairy globes. The wrestler’s cry of pleasure rang through the house, as he filled Aladdin’s mouth. “Now we’re even, that was a one-time thing, Lad.” Dustin panted. “It’s not gonna do it, just jacking off,” Lad said. “You think girls won’t want this?” “Not a seventeen-inch dick.” Jeff said. “Shut up scrawny!” Dustin yelled. “He has a point.” Daiki said. “Regardless, I’m still horny.” Dustin said and went back to jacking. “I call next!” Jeff cheered. Aladdin smiled in excitement. He couldn’t wait to see his skinniest friend, bulk up even more. There was no tentative behavior for Jeff at all, he just inhaled Aladdin’s dick. There was no way to deny that Jeff knew what he was doing. Al didn’t know if it felt good, or if his dick was so sensitive everything just felt good. Regardless of why, his dick filled Jeff overflowing with cum. “That was amazing.” Jeff said, in his new baritone. “Yes I can feel it coming.” This time around Jeff’s clothes lasted mere seconds before they ripped off his body. A russet colored beard had already spread across his face and his body similarly erupted in red colored curls. His muscles continued to grow, Dominic drooled as his perfect ass got bigger and harder. As if it was made of dough, his dick continued to stretch to 17 inches of meat flaccid. His erect dick swelled to 20 inches of meat and he began to grow taller. He stood up as his growth concluded and Dominic immediately started eating out Jeff’s ass. The newest behemoth began moaning in his deep bass, sending shivers down Dominic’s spine as he began hitting all the right places in Jeff’s ass. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jeff cried and shot a giant cum shot across the room. While Dustin was caught up in his jerking session, Jeff snuck up from behind and began eating him out. The wrestler’s moans hit a higher pitch as Jeff hit all the right buttons. Aladdin dove down on Dustin as he filled his mouth with a wealth of cream. “So did you like that?” Jeff asked, with a shit eating grin. “Just shut up and quickly fuck me before I change my mind.” Dustin panted. “Gladly big boy.” Jeff said, caressing his gut and slowly pushing in. Dustin was bothered by the pressure and pain at first, but once his prostate was it he forgot it all. “So who’s next?” Aladdin asked. “Color me intrigued.” Daiki said, approaching Lad. Dominic hard again watched one of his straight friends get fucked as the other one was hungrily sucking on his boyfriend’s dick. Said boyfriend moaned again in ecstasy as he released in Daiki’s willing throat. “Oh my fucking god, this feels amazing.” Daiki moaned, in his new bass. His balls and dick suddenly started growing. The meat now sat at 13 inches soft and swelled to 16 inches hard. The green scrubs exploded off of Daiki’s body and a black carpet covered his body. The Asian behemoth began rubbing the black hair covering his body and fingering his ass in ecstasy. “This makes no medical sense, but it’s so good!” Daiki cried and shot all over himself. “Can you not ruin this with medical shit, oh fuck!” Jeff cried and shot in Dustin. “God Daiki, that was so hot.” Dominic cried, licking the cum off the Asian. “I knew you’d love this. Ready for your turn?” Lad asked, joining his boyfriend in the feast. “Macintosh I’m not getting any bigger. I’m fine the way I am.” Dominic said. “Then we’ll have to break up Pinkie Pie. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Lad said. “You wanna be a brat? I can too and since you’ve seemed to achieve bringing our other friends over to our side, I have my pick of the lot.” Dominic sneered. To make his boyfriend jealous, he went to work giving Daiki a blowjob. The Asian behemoth moaned as he released into Dustin’s throat. Aladdin watched with a glint in his eye as his boyfriend’s Adam’s apple swelled larger. Dominic started sweating and he knew something was wrong. “What’s going on?” Dominic asked and then covered is mouth, surprised at the sound. “I think we all know.” Vince said. “My beautiful tenor voice is gone; you knew this would happen.” Dominic started yelling. “Oh fuck.” Aladdin watched in excitement as the muscles on his boyfriend’s body started to swell again. Gone was his little twink body, slowly approaching body builder status. As much as he had loved Dominic’s hairless body, the white golden fur covering his chest was the hottest thing ever. The final piece happened after the height change. Always being a hung bottom he swelled to 15 inches soft and 18 erect. “Doesn’t it feel amazing, babe?” Lad asked. “Just shut up and fuck me!” Dominic yelled. “Gladly beautiful,” he said and slammed in. They got into a rhythm, showing how much they loved each other. Pulling his boyfriend into a deep kiss, Dominic let out a deep shuddering moan. Aladdin ran his hands through Dominic’s chest hair and gripped his Pecs. Dominic overlapped his boyfriend’s hands, holding tight. “So close.” Dominic cried. “Cum for me, baby.” Aladdin said and Dominic cried, shooting against the opposite wall. “I’ll admit it feels amazing, but I’m still mad at you.” Dominic said, kissing Aladdin. “I told you, you’d love it and that golden hair on you is amazing. So I was think….oh fuck!” Aladdin cried and turned to see himself impaled on a larger Vince. “How? Sweet fuck!” Aladdin asked and Vince pushed deeper into him. “Big? 22 inches and Dustin changed me while you two were making love.” Vince said and Dustin waved at Aladdin. “Almost two feet? I’m riding that soon.” Dominic laughed. “Trust me golden boy, I can ride you both.” Vince said and positioned himself back into Lad. He then began expertly fucking both of the boyfriends getting deep moans out of the lovers. Vince continued to fuck Aladdin home, while he made him fuck Dominic at the same time. In pleasure Dominic jerked himself off. He climaxed, coating himself in jizz, creating a chain effect. Dominic squeezed the cum out of Aladdin and Lad did the same to Vince. “How did this happen?” Dominic asked, heavily breathing and laying his sticky chest against his boyfriend. “I wished upon a star after it turned 2019.” Lad said. “I’d make a comment, but the proof is in the pudding.” Daiki said. “Goody boy, Doc!” Jeff said and smacked Daiki’s ass.
  4. Little by little he’d take less than a quarter of an inch. After about a week some of the guys had mentioned something but they played it off like it was just a joke. None of them beleived that their dicks had actually gotten smaller. But their girlfriends had started the rumors. They had noticed that they didn’t feel as filled as they had been or that it wasn’t as long or thick. They all were still well above average, and their audience didn’t complain. All three did cam shows online to make some extra cash, that’s where Freddy found them. He would steal a little bit each time they went into a private chat, all the while building his cock up. He tried stealing muscle, but he wasn’t able to. So he’d settled with steal dick size. The muscle was such a harder spell to accomplish. It would just take too much effort to steal it all. But as he added more of their dick to his own he couldn’t help but start rubbing it. The three guys kept going but he could tell it was a little bit smaller. Soon he began doing his own cam shows on a few sites. His dick looking above average for his body size, putting him on par with the other three men. He had a few private shows, but decided he needed to be bigger to make up for the lack of muscle. He stole more and more from the three captains everyday. He could tell when they started to notice. Their confident demeanor wasn’t as genuine as it had been. Plus some of the other live chatters started to point it out. A dick that completely filled their hand now barely came over it. Most weren’t disappointed but the criticism was starting to get to them. They still had decent sized dicks but they knew it wasn’t the same. Meanwhile the fan base for Ready_Freddy was steadily growing, much like the size of his cock. He couldn’t hold it in one hand anymore. A few of his watchers were creeped out when he grinned evilly when someone commented on his size. Soon the captains ended having their live shows and their girlfriends slowly grew more distant. Freddy on the other hand, was bedding more guys every night. His cock was insatiable. Guys loved seeing the challenge. Even if he wasn’t the most muscular or the most confident dom guys would come over just to be able to ride it. The chat started to take bets on whether or not they could actually take the thing. It was just so large it seemed inhuman. But none of them cared. they just wanted to see the ride. Freddy now preferred to free ball, and the captains noticed, but didn’t believe it was possible for someone to steal someone’s dick size. Instead the resigned themselves to the shame of having now tiny dicks, too embarrassed to even see a doctor about it. Ready_Freddy’s cams shows were one of the most popular for the “big cock” category. As he closed his latest session, he grinned and opened the spell book. He wanted to conquer the muscle category next.
  5. Anonymous Asked: Hey, dude. I've always wanted a huge bubble butt, but I hate having to put time and effort into it. Think you can make the process a lot simpler? You are just in luck kind Anonymous messenger, with Mr Abs Insta-Booty you can get the ass of your dreams with one simple method. Just lay back, think of England and pray Mr Abs patented botty inflating thrusting doesn’t wake the neighbours and/or break your bed. All for the low low low price of your soul and the cost of replacing your bed. Anonymous Asked: I'm a chubby nerd with an average cock, do you think you can turn me into the hung alpha I've always wanted to be? I can try…… I mean I have so little experience with turning guys into beefy alpha men with fat donkey dicks and insane sexual appetites. *laughs* Yea I can’t keep a straight face either. Sure man… what do you want?? Height? Muscle? Hair? Beard? Bull Nuts? Big Feet? Big Cock? Ohhhhh, all of the above and a dominating attitude. Ok, I can get all that for you. Hung and Alpha is what you asked for, so its what you get. Double digit cock with the body and mind to back it up. Everything you do is cocky, the slightest movement has a swagger to it, every word you say drips with authority. Your body is towering and broad with strong muscle, hair covers it in all the right places without looking too overdone. A couple tattoos and a hearty beard finish off the look as you pull yourself out of your personal pool at your beach front house. Your wide feet thudding as you wide some cool water off yourself. So, who’s gonna get fucked first?? I hope you made a list??? Anonymous Asked: People always teased me because I have long hair as a boy. Could you make them stop? There is nothing wrong with a boy having long hair, yea sure you may get bullied now, but in a few years you’ll be a man with long hair and that is one of the hottest things around. Every boy I know who grew long hair ended up looking like some viking stallion when they left college. Tall, hairy, booming voice and a commanding presence. All muscle, all man. Don’t let the bullies get you down, because soon you’ll be looking down on them and they’ll be begging for you to show mercy…. Whether you do is your choice, but I wonder who’s sitting at your feet in this pic.
  6. Strange thing were happening around the frat the last few days, the place was changing, the brothers were changing. Joe hadn’t been the first to notice, it had been Fred. His best friend in the frat, Fred has noticed they’d been partying a lot more then normal, that the girls who were turning up were a lot hotter then normal. Their frat wasn’t a popular frat, it wasn’t a jock frat, or at least it hadn’t been. Joe and his brothers were all nerds, or they had been nerds. Fred has tried to get Joe to notice, but he’d been too caught up in the hot chicks and wild parties to care. Then Fred changed and Joe took notice. Fred has been a chubby greasy olive skinned guy, he’d had one too many dinners from his Italian grandmother. Then one day he was different, like he’d jumped straight from the Jersey Shore. He still had his beautiful olive toned skin, but now he was tall and beefy. Not fat, just covered in thick muscle. He’d lost all interest in investigating the changes to the frat and while he was still Joe’s friend he was too busy banging chicks two at a time to notice anything anymore. Joe took up the gauntlet and started looking into everything. A few weeks ago the frat went from a run down near empty frat to the most popular frat house on campus, both for parties and for pledges. The collapsing building was suddenly a newly furnished mansion, it was like it had absorbed the neighbouring frats. An entire jock frat had vanished from the face of the earth, their had never been a chapter of that frat here and its members didn’t even seem to exist anymore. Joe thought he had worked it all out. A few weeks ago they had a sudden pledge. Some runty goth kid. He was nice enough and very eager to join up. Joe and his brothers has welcomed him with open arms as they did with everyone who joined. Craig, the goth kid, had joined up and then things changed. Joe had kept his distance from Craig since Fred turned into an Italian stallion, but he still investigated. Once Joe started investigating he worked out Craig had been the first guy to change. He was now taller, built and with the face of a model. He never went to class and there was a parade of girls and guys leaving his room throughout the day and night. The guys in the room either side of Craig were complaining about being kept up all night long with his relentless fucking. Joe was putting it all together, he found out that Craig had been unto witchcraft. He’d been warned about performing rituals in the campus woods, the last time it had happened had been two days before he’d joined the frat. Joe was certain that Craig was a witch... or wizard, what ever a male magic user was called. He was the reason the frat was growing and popular, he was the reason that the brothers were all turning into hunks. Joe was only one of a handful of brothers not changed. Joe had even been keeping track with a group photo from a party, a cross drawn through each face once they’d changed. Not that anyone would think the geeky guys in the old photo had any relation to the gorgeous muscle bound hunks that they were now. Joe was terrified of bringing any of his non-changed brothers into his investigation. Everyone liked Craig, he was the live of the party, even if he was dog and would steal a girl off your arm or fuck your best friend because he was hot. But Joe should of been more worried about whether Craig already knew about the investigation. One day Joe came down to the kitchen for breakfast and it was empty. No tall hunks eating fatty cereal from tiny bowls. Joe was nervous, it felt like the start of a murder mystery. He turned to leave and slammed his face into Craig’s sweaty chest. He’d either been out running or has just finished fucking someone. “Hello Joe, sit down please” Craig said, his voice oddly soothing Joe found himself doing as he was told. He wanted to run away. While Craig was smiling and looked friendly, Joe felt like he’d just been cornered by a predator. Craig sat down across from him. His pecs bounced slightly as he sat, and he ran his tongue over his amazing lips. “What have you done” Joe asked “Silence” Craig said, again in a soothing tone “I know you have been investigating me, I know you have worked it out” Joe was about to ask how, but Craig answered before he could ask. “Fred told me what he’d been up too before I helped him out” Craig said “I thought I’d leave you be for a bit, see if you’d work out” he sighed “Thought you might come around” He shoot his head, his tight black curls bounced. His hair had been dyed, but now it was a natural deep black. “You aren’t though” Craig said “So I’ll step in” Craig licked his lips again. Joe found himself drawn to them. They were perfect, with an amazing shape and just enough plump. Surrounded by designer stubble and sitting above a string squared jawline. “I’m sorry if you are scared, you shouldn’t be scared” Craig said and Joe was instantly calmed and smiling Craig smiles back. “You are tall, basketball player tall” Craig said and Joe had to move his long legs, he felt trap at the table with his legs pinned under the table top “with massive feet” Joe's size 22 socked feet rested across the tiled floor, Craig could see them jutting out from under the table. “You are very well built, beautiful fitness model level muscles” Craig said licking his perfect lips again Joe’s pyjamas were suddenly straining over his muscles. The sleeves having vanished to let his gigantic shoulders and biceps breath. His shorts stuffed full with thighs and ass. “You are very manly” Craig said with a wink A beard had spread over Joe jaw, which was now like an anvil. His eyes were crystal clear and his dirty blond hair was hanging down to his thick shoulders. A splattering of hair had appeared over his rounded pecs and his ripped abs. “You have a big dick, biggest in the frat” Craig said, he stood up to leave Joe pulled at his pyjama shorts, his inhuman horse cock was all bundled up. His heavy bull nuts swollen with cum. “So what you up too today Joe” Craig asked, licking his amazing lips again and raising an eyebrow Joe sat silent for a few moments, his mind coming to terms with his entire body being morphed into a towering muscle god. In that moment he decided that Craig was doing good work, it wasn’t weird that everyone was changing, that people were vanishing and reality was being twisted. “I’m gonna fuck someone” Joe said standing up He towered above Craig, his massive pecs bouncing intimidatingly. Joe cupped his massive bulge, it was too big for his hand, and his hands were giant. “You want to take it for a ride” Joe asked with a laugh Joe was joking, he wasn’t gay. He thought a joke like that would let Craig know he’s settling into the new world order. Craig licked his lips again, a glint of something in his bright eyes. Craig smirked and then flipped Joe world on its head again. “You’re gonna fuck me till those monster nuts are empty”
  7. “Are you sure these are the uniforms” Will asked from behind the closed door Rob who was sitting on a the sofa just sighed while he half heartedly watched TV while playing with the skimpy black shorts of his own uniform in his hands. “Yea that’s the stuff the boss sent” Rob said He too was a little concerned and confused by the uniform, but their employer, a local restaurant, had been making stranger and stranger business decisions lately. Changing the menu and firing the chef was a bit sudden, but not really strange. Changing the name to Cocky’s BBQ Joint and adding a logo of a muscle bound rooster was strange, but they’d been a low rent bbq joint before hand. The uniforms being changed from farmer like garb to a black cap, black socks and little black shorts was the strangest thing so far. Will’s door opened and out strode an enormous black man. Rob threw himself out of his seat. “Who the fuck are you” he shouted He was about to shout for Will, his roommate and a short flabby white boy when the big black brute put up his hands in a calming gesture. “Wait wait, it’s me” the man said in a voice similar to Will’s, just a bit deeper The black guy turned his cap backwards and suddenly he deflated, his skin lightening and his height decreasing. Within a second the black man had changed into Will. “What the fuck” Rob muttered, stepping forward to check out Will “I have no idea, I put on the outfit and I grew into a black guy” Will explained “I read the letter that came with the uniform, it said to turn the hat backwards if you want to switch out of your work form” “Work form...” Rob started to ask, but Will turned his hat forward again and began to grow Will's chest shot outwards, inflating into two thick pecs which slammed into Rob’s face as his roommate grew taller. Rob’s face remained pressed between the heavy warm pecs as Will’s skin darkened into a rich dark hue. Will’s shoulders rocketed out as his toros grew wider and his arms lengthened to match his new height. His messy dark hair retracted under his hat and his face cracked into a handsomer shape. Will’s lips plumped up and were joined by the sound of his flat white ass inflating into a meaty black muscle butt. Rob stepped back from Will just as his roommates legs exploded into two black tree trunks. His roommates shorts were pulled tight, but continued to grow tighter as his small white boy cock swelled into a shank of black sex meat, capped off with two hulking cum filled bull nuts. “Fuck” Rob muttered He was hurriedly pulling off his clothes and trying to get his own uniform on. “Magic uniforms” Will chuckled “Uniforms which turn us into hunks... black hunks” Rob was still changing into his uniform “Why though... to get more people in” he asked “Don’t think too much about it” Will laughed, flexing a thick muscled arm for his own amusement “Just enjoy the body” Will had taken off the hat, testing whether it was needed to maintain the change. It wasn’t, once it was removed Will remained as a big black guy. He then pulled down his shorts, a pair of briefs struggled to contain his newly enhanced cock. These briefs were Will’s from before he changed and they didn’t seem to be effected. They were still the small size and looked like they’d burst at any minute. “Gonna need some new briefs” Will laughed He turned to look at Rob just as Rob gingerly put the black cap onto his head. The change was as sudden as Will’s, but it was different. Rob’s muscles were inflating, but not as big as Will’s. His body was soon covered in smooth yet tight muscles. His proportions similar to a gymnast. His chest cut into a v shape, with plumped up pecs. His shorts grew tight over a rounded bubble butt, but unlike Will, Rob’s crotch didn’t swell like a subway sandwich had been stuffed into it. To Rob it actually felt like his cock was shrinking. He could tell he was getting shorter. His eyes going from looking at Will’s massive black pecs down to his ripped abs. The change stopped, Rob looked himself over. He was tiny, muscled and cute. His skin was snowy white and near to perfect. “Fuck me” Will said staring down with hungry eyes at his roommate Will’s underwear snapped, the tattered fabric slapping Rob in the face. It was damp with sweat and pre-cum. There was a louder slap as Will gargantuan horse cock flopped rock hard onto Rob’s gymnast chest. A long string of pre-cum dripping from the apple sized head onto Rob’s white skin. No words passed between the two. Rob was scared by how much he suddenly wanted that massive black dick, and it looked like Will could tell he wanted it. Rob went to turn his cap backwards so he could change back, but he was beaten to it by Will’s big mitt of a hand. Without a word and a smirk on his lips Will effortlessly tossed the black cap out of the apartments open window, trapping Rob in his cock hungry twink form. “Whoops” Will laughed as he lighted his cock up to Rob’s already opening plump lips
  8. Eugene laid on his bed, the heads of Sam and Dan bobbing beneath the blankets. His massive feet hung out the end and he was gently running a hand across his pecs. His TV was on and playing the latest Spider-Man movie. The arachnid superhero was swinging through the streets of New York, sunlight glistening off his hairy abs and his overstuffed bulge bouncing with each swing. Eugene felt one of the twins gag on the massive head of his cock. He chuckled slightly before returning his attention to Spider-Man, he liked seeing a nerd superhero. It was always these short, skinny or fat superheroes. Former models who turned to acting and now made guys like Eugene feel bad about their muscle bound forms. This guy playing Spider-Man, Tom something was actually pretty good and looked a lot like Peter Parker from the comics. Though Eugene never remembered Peter Parker using his giant bulge to smother robbers. ——————————————————————————————————————————— In some studio Tom stood atop a New York apartment building, staring out at a green screen while the director and crew fiddled with a camera behind him. His feet overhanging the slabs capping the building’s brickwork as he stood astride the corner of the roof. Clad head to toe in the red and blue spider-man uniform. Just a young actor pretending to be a teenage superhero. Filming was close to finishing and this was one of the final scenes. They’d actually filmed it before, but the director wasn’t happy with it so he’d got Tom to fly back to the studio from London and film it again. He flexed his toes, his heels hanging off one end of the wall and his toes off the other. Luckily he was pretty well balanced, even though his size 22 feet were barely getting any stability from the wall. Before puberty hit and turned Tom into any other stereotypical nerd Tom had been a dancer, but growing over a foot and piling on thick muscle had ruined that, so he turned his talents to acting. The fans turned on behind him, the cool breeze making him flex his thickly muscled glutes. The skin tight costume was hugging every curve of his muscle butt, the tops of the cheeks actually partly visible. Originally the costume had covered him completely, but he’d had a slight growth spurt between getting measured for the costume and when he turned up for the filming of Civil War. Slight, being 6 inches of height and 50lbs of muscle. Plus hair had started to come in. He remembered how embarrassed he’d been when he turned up to the studio with a thick beard and richly forested hair spreading over his abs and pecs. But it turned out it actually fit the character better. Peter Parker had always been a towering mass of hairy nerd in the comics, and Tom’s portrayal had gone very well with audiences. “Ok Tom, you know how this goes” the director shouted from behind him “Just a good dramatic shot of you overlooking the city you saved from Mysterio” Tom shook out his massive arms and stood proudly with them on his lean hips to stare out at a green screen. Even though his face wouldn’t be in the shot he was trying to put on a serious smile. The mask didn’t cover his bearded jaw, the higher-ups decided that for some reason Tom’s lantern jaw covered in the thickest beard ever to appear on film was a good fit for the character even though Spider-Man always covered his nerdy beard. The studio went silent and the director called ‘action’. Tom just stood and breathed steadily, he could actually hear the fibers of the costume straining against his slightly heaving pecs. “Wait….wait… cut” the director shouted Tom turned his head. His thick bull neck being slightly strangled by the costume. “Whats wrong” he asked his voice booming loudly even though he’d tried to keep the volume low “Just your junk” the director said stepping over to him With Tom standing on the wall his solid ass was face level with the director, with Tom flexing his cheeks in embarrassment. He looked down past his pec shelf to the overpacked crotch resting between his giant thighs. It looked like it always did when he wore the costume, a round lump of animal sized fuck meat. “Jake, can you sort him out please” the director shouted to one of the aides A young guy came running over and without saying a word to Tom stuffed his hands into Tom’s pants. Tom could feel Jake’s face resting against one of Tom’s ass cheeks as the guy reached around him to pull at the straps of Tom’s jockstrap. “We really need to get you a new jock” the director said “The straps are always getting loose” Tom was thankful for the mask covering most of his face, he could feel his cheeks burning red. Jake’s hands were forearm deep in Tom’s musky jockstrap and were rearranging their contents. One of Tom’s baseball sized nuts was being lightly cupped by Jake as Tom’s deli quality sausage was curved around underneath them. “Your junk was hanging lower then it should” the director explained to Tom One of his hands on the small of Tom’s back, it would of been on Tom’s shoulder, but Tom was over 7ft tall and standing atop a high wall. The director would have to be a nerd of the highest standard to even hope of reaching one of Tom bowling ball sized shoulders. “We can barely have these beach balls you call ass cheeks in a shot” the director chuckled, Jake though was nearly pressed his face right between Tom’s cheeks “Can have those wrecking ball nuts swinging low between your legs” Jake finally got ahold of the straps of Tom’s jock and was adjusting them to tighten them up. Tom could feel the weight of his genitals rising up, his almost overflowing pouch getting dangerously close to completely overflowing with cock meat. Tom could swear Jake lingered for a moment, he could feel Jake take a deep breath with his face buried between Tom’s ass cheeks. “Much better” the director said, giving Tom’s ass a firm slap when Jake moved away Filming started up again and within 5 minutes it was over. Tom jumped down from the wall with a floor shaking thud. Pulling off his mask and tossing it to Jake, the aide passing him a water bottle. “Thanks” Tom said, staring past his pecs down to Jake The guy was actually very cute, maybe a year or so older then Tom. He was short and very slim, probably had been an athlete in school, a guy who’d never even look at Tom. But now Tom was a big celebrity, didn’t matter that he was a hairy muscle beast, just appearing in a film had made it like he was a short fatty. “You’re welcome” Jake said beaming up at Tom “Your lunch is waiting for you in your dressing room, and is there anything else I can do for you” Jake was biting his lip and gently loosing the straps of Tom’s jock. Sweet relief spread up from Tom’s crotch as his heavy meat was allowed to swing. “Can’t believe it is actually part of your job to do that” Tom muttered as he started for his dressing room Jake just laughed, a few steps behind Tom. His short legs not keeping up with Tom’s lengthy strides. “Well I’m your assistant, you are my job” Jake said as Tom ducked into his dressing room “Wait what” Tom said suddenly turning around Jake walked face first into Tom’s hairy abs. The warm studio lights had caused them to be slick with sweat. “Yea, I’ve been your assistant throughout filming, who did you think was bringing you scripts, food, costumes and emptying your trash” Jake said wiping his face clean of sweat Tom felt himself blushing again. The mention of his trash turning him a bright crimson, everyday of filming Tom’s trash was packed with cum stained tissues. Wanking his massive meat was the only way for Tom to not pop an arm sized boner in the middle of filming, and he’d had to turn to tissues after seeing some of the crew carrying cum soaked towels through the set on the first day. “I never noticed” Tom said feeling bad Jake just laughed “Surprised you notice anything with those pecs” Tom found himself bouncing them for Jake, who’s eyes just went wide. Jake quickly moved past Tom and set up Tom’s lunch. A massive fresh salad, Tom had tried to eat healthy, but the studio ordered him to keep his weight up, so it was salads and protein shakes everyday. Tom changed out of the Spider-Man costume, pulling some grey sweats over his rounded ass. His long cock hanging down one leg. Jake had moved onto cleaning up the dressing room, the small guy struggling to restock the dumbbells onto Tom’s weight rack. Tom took a seat and started eating. The heavy duty metal chair creaked a bit as he lowered himself into. In the mirror at his dressing table Tom could see Jake sniffing Tom’s jock strap. Jake’s tongue flickering out to lick at some of the still wet pre-cum staining the pouch. Tom’s cock throbbed slightly and hardened down the leg of his sweats. “Hey” Tom called Jake dropped the jock and started spluttering out an explanation, his eyes wide at seeing himself over Tom’s shoulder in the mirror. “Was it you who cleaned out my fleshjack” Tom asked On the table an XXXXL fleshjack sat somewhat clean. It did look like someone had been scooping out the gooey cum with their tongue. Jake went bright red, Tom’s bearded face pulling up into a smile. He swiped his hand out and knocked the fleshjack into the trashcan. “Get under the table” Tom ordered, his cock flexing against his sweats
  9. As Jamie packed his gym bag up after football practice he noticed he had missed a text, it was a picture from his girlfriend Katie. He clicked it open, it showed two very well built men in her bed, both were obviously naked. Friday 18:12 Jamie- WTF are they in your bed Friday 18:19 Jamie- Answer me Friday 18:32 Katie- Yea, they just finished double teaming me Jamie- You fucking serious Katie- Joke man, this isn’t Katie Jamie- Then who the fuck is it Katie- Its the two guys who just fucked her unconscious Jamie- Stop fucking around man, I’ll kill you if you have Katie- Well we have, and we both have a good hundred pounds and six inches on you Katie- So try it Katie- Six inches in height and cock length Katie- Bitch was as tight as a drum, you must have a peanut for a cock Jamie- Fuck off, put Katie on Katie- Can’t do man, she sleeping off our power fucking Katie- And when she wakes we’ll fuck her again Jamie- Who is this Katie- You know who we are Jamie- Don’t recognize you, and its a small town Katie- LOL, we didn’t look like this till a few hours ago Katie- Just after you finished using us for punching bags Jamie- Wait, your not Mark and Greg Jamie- Those fuckers are tiny Katie- Wow you don’t know when to shut up Katie- After you finished beating us we turned into this Another picture popped up, the guys had taken a picture of their still hard cocks, both of them glistening with Katie’s juices. They were huge and thick, and the size of their balls made Jamie’s shrivel. Jamie- How Katie- Don’t know, maybe someone watching did it Katie- Hurry home man, Katie is waking up Jamie- Don’t touch her Katie- She’s begging for it Katie- Wants a real man dick, might try to fit both of us in this time Katie- Be quick man, you won’t want to miss this
  10. (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.
  11. I hated them, every single one of them, I hated them all. How could an entire baseball team explode with size in a couple months, half of them hadn’t even been on the team last year. So I come in for the first practice of the year and find that I’d lose my place on the team to Hugh, a guy who’d never picked a bat up in his life before. Now I had to watch him every game filling out an XL uniform too well. His cup nearly bursting out of his pants, his sleeves near to tearing. The entire team were like Hugh now, and they were champions, better than any other team we’d had. All of them looked like pros, all of them looking a lot older than high school age now. Wild rumours were going around about their bedroom antics, even my older sister hadn’t escaped, she’d started dating Hugh a couple weeks ago. The guy went at her like a jackhammer, I think her bed even broke. Hugh had something against me, he’d always taunt me in the locker rooms with his fat swinging dick, bouncing his hairy pecs in my face. Coach had kept me on an equipment manager, he’d said I still had some potential. But I couldn’t see how, the Baseball team were bigger than the football team and from the sounds of it Coach was planning a ‘cull’ of the 'deadwood’ on the other teams. I’d find files of different guys from the school in Coaches office, all sorts, hardly any of them athletes. What was weird was the he’d trashed the files of some of the football players, and he had a box with XXL football jerseys. That’s when he caught me. He wasn’t a big man by any means, he was short and fat, an odd man to be leading such a vast number of powerful athletes. “I really should of locked the office” Coach chuckled, showing no anger He took a seat and gestured for me to do the same. “I get your pissed at the changes” he asked and I nodded “I understand that, you were a good player, but obvious you weren’t into baseball” “What” I exclaimed “I love baseball” He hushed me and held up a same bright green vial “This begged to differ, I slipped it into your drinks last year, to see which of you would come out on top” He paused, but quickly started again before I could talk. “The vial is set for a different sport, the one you drank was set for baseball, this one is set for football” He explained “If its setting is the best sport for you then it makes you the best for the sport” “So Hugh and the rest of the team were the best for baseball” I asked “Yes and I’m working on getting us the best football team” Coach explained, he read the look on my face “And no, I don’t think you are suited for football… you were always trying for the wrestling team in freshmen year though” He pulled a large blue singlet out from under his desk, it was massive, like a tent. “Give me a month and help me get the football team sorted and you’ll be fitting this thing in no time” He grinned
  12. This is the first of a two part story. I had written this back in October as a story to amuse myself. I never thought I would put it out there for the world to read... but since you have all have welcomed my other stories so kindly... here it is!!! I rewrote some of it to give it better flow, etc. The second part is a little crazier... involving more transformation, muscle, destruction, etc. If you aren't into that... let this part be what you read and that is it. This has an ending. If you are into stuff a little wilder... I'll post Part 2 soon!! I hope you enjoy it!!!! Comments and suggestions always welcome!! Tell Me You’re Mine PART ONE I watched as Richard tried once again to fight against the ties that bound him to the leather/wooden cross. I couldn’t deny that he looked hot naked, handcuffed, and with a ball gag in his mouth. No, I scolded myself!! Don’t look at him. Don’t think about him. He’s a means to an end and that is all!!! I leaned once again over the smoke coming from the silver bowl and inhaled... the sharp odour calming my nerves. Soon this would all be over. Soon I would have what I desired. This wasn’t how it originally started. I had gotten home from the gym, horny as fuck with the knowledge that tonight was the night I had been waiting and preparing for for years. I hopped on the hook-up app I often used for quick fucks, hoping he would be on... and I wasn’t disappointed. There he was... Richard from the gym... built, young, cocky, and obviously out for NSA fun. It had been a while since I had seen him at the gym, but perhaps that had been for the best. My pic on my profile was recent, but the lighting might have made me look a little buffer and a little younger then I really was. As I began sending a message to Richard, three guys hit me up at once. Quickly looking at their profiles… one of them was passable and might be an option... but no... only Richard would do. I sent my message and waited to hear back. It wasn’t long before he had taken the bait. I was older then Richard by about ten years, but my picture shows me at my best: an athletic man with black hair and ice blue eyes. Our initial conversation went well, so I decided to simply go for it and asked him if he wanted to play. Sending my location, Richard was glad to know my home was only six blocks away from his own... a fact I already knew. Yeah, this had all the makings of a perfect quick hook-up for him... we could each get off and he would have plenty of time to meet-up with some friends. When I showed him my dick pic... that sealed the deal. He would be over in ten. When Richard arrived, he commented on the slight silver at my temples and stated that it was a sexy addition, and one he approved off. I took his coat, offered him a glass of very fine red wine, and then we began kissing on the couch. Now, my body is not as muscular as Richard’s, and I’m not as tall as he is, but I do have a tight runners build that was obvious, by the bulge in his pants, that he respected. Also, once we had stripped out of our clothes and were naked, I was able to prove, to his eager mouth, that I truly was sporting an XL endowment. After nearly fifteen minutes of kissing... deep and passionately, Richard wanted to move it to the bedroom, but I let him know I had other plans. How adventurous was Richard feeling? Sure I could easily fuck him... but why not put a little handcuff play into the action... I could see the wheels in his head spinning behind his eyes. No, Richard, he was thinking. That’s how guys get killed… I hardly know this guy. But, the leaking of his cock was screaming: Yes!!!! This guy is totally normal!! His cock won out. Richard took a gulp of his wine, texted a friend where he was just in case he disappeared… always a smart move, and followed me down the hallway. The room, the prize of my house, was a large conservatory that I had converted into a personal library with shelves and shelves of hardback books, some intricately bound and other centuries old. They were the result of my decades of research, and I knew each one practically by heart. The ceiling is over thirty-five feet high, and the sun can easily be blocked out with shades that moved electronically. I knew he was impressed by the sheer size of the room, joking it was bigger then three of his apartments. What really took Richard’s attention were the tools of my play: masks, hoods, gags, handcuffs, dildos of all sizes, and a multitude of paddles and whips. The collection was lit by several dim pin lights, but my prize was what took centre stage: an imposingly large wooden cross padded with leather, raised up on its own circular platform. Nervous, but ultimately turned on as well, Richard took in the entire room in awe. His laughter echoing in the enormous room, he said he had never read 50 Shades of Grey... or seen the film... but he had heard of the ‘Red Room’ and imagined it had to be something like this. I told him I hoped mine was a little classier then Christian Grey’s. Quietly I came up behind him and began to gently kiss his neck, my arms wrapped around him, my hands stroking his abs. ⁃ I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m usually pretty vanilla. ⁃ We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. ⁃ No! No... I want to. ⁃ Are you sure? I want everything to be totally consensual. Richard lowered my hand down to the his hard cock signalling the affirmation of his desires. I turned Richard around and pulled him toward me, our bodies pressing together while we passionately kissed. Within moments and with expert hands, I was exploring every inch of his body, traveling my tongue over every muscle. Richard’s cock began to leak pre-cum again as his excitement mounted. Lapping it up with my tongue, I succeeded in taking Richard’s entire cock in my mouth, deep throating him like a champ. Richard placed his hands on the back of my head and began to massage my scalp, tremors of ecstasy running through him. ⁃ Let me worship your body. It’s so beautiful, so built. I want to lick every inch of it. ⁃ Do it!! I looked into Richard’s eyes and pushed him toward the cross. Willingly, Richard allowed his arms to be placed on the cross bars, and he let out a low moan as I grabbed his hands and locked them swiftly and dominantly into the handcuffs. I did the same at his feet. Then, to make the picture complete, I covered his eyes with a leather mask. As promised, I worshiped, licked, and sucked every inch of Richard’s quivering and flexing body. My tongue traveled into crevices no tongue had ever reached, and Richard bucked his pelvis uncontrollably as an orgasm appeared on the horizon. I wrapped my mouth around Richard’s cock and brought him closer and closer to explosion. Seconds away from coming in my mouth, I pulled back and looked up at Richard. ⁃ You like that? ⁃ Yeah!!! ⁃ Want me to finish you off? ⁃ Oh yeah!!! ⁃ Tell me you’re mine. ⁃ What? ⁃ Tell me you’re mine. ⁃ Fuck!! I’m yours! Do it!!!! I attached myself to Richard’s cock again, and with my hand began to massage his balls. Unable to hold on much longer and entirely under my sway, Richard felt his balls rise up in his sack. ⁃ I’m gonna... I’m... I removed my mouth seconds before Richard shot and captured his release in a small silver bowl I had hidden near the base of the cross. Using my hand, I milked more and more cum from his balls until Richard cried out that he couldn’t take anymore. Beginning to already go soft, Richard’s masked face looked down at me and smiled. ⁃ Fuck, man!!! Richard chuckled as he shook his head. I stood up, took off the mask, looked at Richard, and kissed him once again. His cock started to get hard again, but playtime was over. Richard watched in silence as I walked to the side of the room and opened a cabinet. Inside was a large copper bowl. Removing it, I walked back over to Richard. Placing the bowl on the floor, I looked up at him with a grin and quickly bound Richard’s waist to the cross with thick rope that had been lying on the floor, hidden in the shadows. When that was complete, I removed a sponge from the bowl, and starting with Richard’s feet, began to wash him with the mixture of goat milk and other herbs I had prepared the night before. The mixture was warm to the touch and had a spicy smell emanating from it. ⁃ Damn that smells good. Very sexy. What are you doing, man? I looked up at him, his cock hard and throbbing, a grin on his face. ⁃ I’m cleansing you. ⁃ What? ⁃ Cleansing you. Preparing you. ⁃ For what? ⁃ For the ritual. You will be the soul I give in place of mine. Richard laughed, believing that I was joking, but when he looked in my eyes, he knew I was totally serious. He attempted to free himself as I began to wash him again, covering his softening penis with the sponge. ⁃ You’re fucking with me… right man? You’re totally fucking with me!!!! Silence. I began to wash Richard’s abs. Richard was attempting to loosen himself from his binds but found it was virtually impossible. Panicking, I could hear his heart racing in his chest. He tried to reason with me as I began to cover his pecs with the milky substance. ⁃ Please let me go man. ⁃ You gave yourself to me. ⁃ We were fucking around!! You know we were! I didn’t give you anything! ⁃ I asked and you responded. You even gave me your seed. You are mine. ⁃ HELP!!! SOMEONE!!! HELP!!! ⁃ No one can hear you. Believe me. But if you’re going to be difficult... I walked to the opposite wall and pulled a ball gag from its place. Upon my return, Richard attempted to move his head from side to side, but in my position now I was a little stronger and a lot faster. Eventually, Richard was gagged. Screaming over the ball was useless, and trying to move his head away from me proved futile as I concluded the cleansing by covering his neck and face with the milk. When he was completely covered, I took the bowl and poured the remaining over Richard’s head, cascading over his hair and dripping down his muscular body. Swiftly, knowing time was of the essence, I moved to another cabinet, removed red and black candles and began to place them strategically around the room. When that was completed and all 36 were lit, I returned to Richard with a pot of black paint and a paintbrush. With expert hand, I began to use Richard’s body as a canvas, covering it with intricate symbols that only a very few could read. These were runes forged at the beginning of time, instructions of how to carry out my desires. Richard tried to cry out again, but I found he was becoming weaker over time with fear. It took nearly thirty minutes, but with my expert hand, the job was complete and Richard’s entire body was covered in markings. I moved away and stared at my work admiringly. For so long I had prepared for this... for years... and now it would actually be happening. I left the room for a moment and returned with a large brass bowl filed with kindling. Placing this down in front of Richard, I struck a match and lit it. From a shelf on one of the bookcases, I returned with both a silver bowl and a silver knife. Walking up to Richard, I began to chant the invocation under my breath while moving the knife in elaborately choreographed movements. Trailing the knife in patterns on his chest, Richard barely felt the moment when I cut him just below his left pec. As the blood flowed, I captured it in the silver bowl. It was by no means a mortal wound nor one that might leave a scar. Even if it had been mortal, in a few minutes it wouldn’t matter to Richard. Nothing would matter to Richard. As the blood continued to drip, I captured some on my hand. With this, I began to stroke Richard’s penis again. Despite being in total fear for his life, Richard’s cock was hard once again. Stroking him faster and faster until he came a second time, I allowed his ejaculation to merge with his blood in the silver bowl. From the first bowl, the bowl with his first ejaculation, I used his semen to pain the last symbol, the one that would let Astaroth know that Richard was mine. When finished, I poured the rest of the ejaculation into the other bowl and sat myself on the floor behind the open flames. Placing the silver bowl on top of the burning wood, I began the Invocation, calling the most powerful of all demons to me. The incense and herbs I threw into the silver bowl began to float on the air. My volume was raised as I became more and more frantic, wrapped up in the incantation I was weaving. I could feel the energy in the room changing; I could feel that he was here. He simply just needed to show himself. Finally, after waving the silver knife in different directions, I stood up, and raising the bowl over my head, I screamed the demon’s name. Over and over I called for him... ⁃ Astaroth!!! Astaroth... most powerful... even more powerful then his father, Lucifer! Astaroth… hear your servant!!! Astaroth... receive my gift... Astaroth… find me worthy!!! Astaroth!!! Fill me with your power!!!... Over and over again I repeated this chant until the room grew cold, there was a great wind, and the candles all blew out simultaneously. A moment passed... then two... when suddenly all of the candles were lit once again by some supernatural hand. I kneeled down on the floor and began the invocation once again with even more passion and fervour. He was close… so close… this was the furthest I had ever gotten before. A pillar of smoke began to rise from the silver bowl, growing thicker and thicker, filling up the room, until a long clawed hand shot out from within it. I watched in anticipation as a face made entirely of fire emerged from the smoke. On top of the demon’s head were thick ram horns the curled upward. Pulling its way out of the smoke, the creature emerged fully formed. The smell that came with the creature, a mixture of rotten eggs and death, made me feel both physically ill and excited at the same time. I had prepped for this moment... and now it was here. The concept that this was actually happening hit me again as Astaroth moved toward Richard. As it walked, it left behind burnt hoof prints in the stone floor. Still existing on two planes, the creature looked to be created from both flesh as well as the thick smoke that trailed behind it. Eventually, as it gained strength, it succeeded in fully crossing over into our realm. Once the flames that had covered its body disappeared, it’s skin looked horribly burnt, but the longer it remained in this world, the more like human flesh began to appear. It wasn’t tall... maybe 5’6, and walked on black hoofed feet. It’s legs were entirely covered in long jet black hair, but this didn’t hide the immense penis that erupted from its crotch. It’s chest was also covered in hair, but it was quite muscular, a tight firm body any man would have wanted. The only difference was that it had a human eyeball in place of each nipple. These eyes looked independently around the room, leaking tears of flame. It’s face... perhaps at one time had been human, but now most of the flesh had been burnt away revealing a skull that appeared more wolf or jackal then human. It’s eyes glowed blood red and were reptile-like. From its snout, sharp long fangs emerged, and instead of a tongue, a living snake. What remained of its hair was long and black, and traveled from its head down its back. Finally, it dragged behind it a powerful serpent tail that left a trail of ooze wherever it lay. Moving toward Richard it sniffed him before moving its claws over the patterns that I had drawn there. After taking the time to read what I had placed on Richard’s body, it turned to me and spoke. ⁃ Egnahcxe ni tseuqer uoy od tahw? The creatures voice was serpentine yet quite deep, with smoke emerging as it spoke. Expecting this, I held a large mirror high above my head. From within the glass, smoke began to blossom until it exploded outward repeating Astaroth’s words: ⁃ What do you request in exchange? ⁃ I want power. ⁃ Elaborate. ⁃ Make over my body. Sculpt it as mighty as can be. Form my sex into a colossal tower. Let me stand above the masses, forever young, forever virile, forever healthy, preaching our master’s name. In exchange, I give you my slave. ⁃ And he comes willingly? ⁃ He is mine... proclaimed so by his own words and deeds. It was his seed that called you. It moved up to Richard and smelled him again. Too frightened to move, Richard allowed the serpent tongue to travel over his face, down his neck, and over his pecs. It was obvious the demon was examining him... but would he accept him in trade? ⁃ Yes... it is writ that he is yours to exchange. Richard tried to cry out, to deny that he was mine, but the gag made it impossible. Astaroth looked from me to Richard. The gag, the rope, and the handcuffs were suddenly released, and he was free. Wasting no time, Richard tried to run for the door, but Astaroth was too fast. In a split second, he had leaped onto Richard’s back and brought him down to the floor. Richard screamed out as Astaroth opened its mouth and began to insert Richard’s head in. Like a vacuum, it swallowed his shoulders, then his chest, his torso, his legs, and finally his feet. Within moments, Richard was gone. Throughout time, history rewrote itself, and Richard ceased to ever have lived... ever have existed... remembered by only me. His soul was now hell bound, sent in exchange of mine. Once Richard had been ingested, Astaroth turned its head to look directly at me. ⁃ The deal has been made, and the payment received!! Young and virile you forever will remain. Tall and mighty your body shall become, and a monument to our master your sex will be. Smoke flowed out of the silver bowl and slowly began to swirl and wrap itself around my body. My heart began to beat faster as my fate lay before me. What would Astaroth make of my instructions. What was I to become? What I had written on Richard’s body... was that possible? Could a human grow so massive... so tall... so powerful? For a second I feared what I had written. This room I stood in... my sanctuary would be like a dollhouse. Was this what I wanted??? Oh yes, I thought with a grin!!!! Yes!!!!!! As the smoke wove around my body faster and faster, an unholy cry began to pierce my head. ⁃ Screams! I hear screams! ⁃ Yes!!! It is the energy of the thousands of souls preparing to power your body. My penis got hard thinking about the power I was soon to possess, the smoke swirling around every inch of my cock. The smoke began to pick up speed until it was like a storm wrapping itself around my body. Lightening burst from the smoke and began to strike my body over and over again. I embraced the power invading me. I had never felt anything so incredible. The sound of the smoke storm was now so loud that I could barely hear myself think. Above the storm, even louder, were the screams of thousands of tortured souls crying out from hell. ⁃ You are willing to accept what gift I give you? ⁃ Yes!!! Fill me with ultimate power!! Make me mighty!! ⁃ As you request, so I do!!! The storm sped up even faster, covering me in a shroud of pure darkness. Suddenly and without warning a smoke tentacle broke away from the source and shot itself into my face, forcing its way into my body. Following its lead, more and more of the smoke storm rocketed its way into every inch of me. I welcomed it, trying to digest it all. Eventually, I had swallowed the entire thing, and those souls had taken up residency within me. ⁃ Yes!!! I can feel them within me!! I feel them changing me... altering me... so much power!! I never expected so much power!!! ⁃ But a taste. Now I complete you!! Astaroth released a jet of fire from its mouth, and once again it wrapped itself around me, this time with even more force then before. I wanted to shield my eyes from the bright flames swirling around my body, but it was impossible to not watch. This was the power that would change my body... my world forever!!! ⁃ Yes!!!! Give me even more power then I can imagine!!! The flame shot up in the air and then down into my open mouth. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy as my whole being quaked as it filled with what the demon had gifted me. What felt like an eternity lasted a few minutes as what had entered took root. Suddenly I was afraid of what I felt... I was afraid yet turned on by my desires. ⁃ I... I can feel my humanity being stripped away... I’m.... no... no... I’m no longer human... am I? ⁃ No. ⁃ What am I becoming? ⁃ Exactly what you requested. The earth will soon quake beneath your feet. The world will shudder when it sees you. Never has there been a more beautiful... more monstrous creature then you. All I could hear in the room was my own breathing and the thousands of souls preparing to power my transformation. No longer was I human. I had been stripped of that by this creature, but did I care... perhaps for a moment but that was all. I was too eager for my conversion to start. I breathed several times in and out... The power was welling up inside of me, ripping through my body and altering every cell. Uncontrollable spasms hit my body over and over again as the power prepared me... burning through me. Unexpectedly, the creature released a jet of fire from its mouth once again, this one longer then the first, and again it shot directly into my mouth. Screaming out, the onslaught forced me to the ground. What was this creature doing to me?! So much power existed inside my body now… much more then I had asked for. I was unable to control my limbs as I flailed on the ground receiving more energy then a nuclear bomb!! When the smoke cleared, the room was illuminated only from the red glow coming from... yes... coming from my eyes!! My eyes no longer saw as a human saw... but what was I becoming? When I spoke next, my voice was filled with steel. ⁃ Fifty thousand souls are prepared to fuel my transformation... to make me power incarnate!!! Shakily, my body still spasming over and over from this onslaught, I rose to my feet and faced off with the creature. Sporadically, flames would erupt from my body and a howling emerged from my mouth when I opened it. I was intoxicated by what I felt. This had far surpassed what I had imagined it would be like... yet like every addict, I knew what I wanted and that Astaroth had more to give. On shaking legs, I approached it. ⁃ Be careful what you ask for. ⁃ I need it all!!!! ⁃ Then take it!!! The creature smiled, flexing its muscles for me. Yes. He was the well from which I had to drink. I had the power of fifty thousand of souls in me prepared to fuel my metamorphosis, but I needed more!! Falling to my knees in front of it, I took my hand and placed it on the creature’s mighty shaft. Stroking it, it quickly rose to a swollen 15”, flames dripping from the head. As I nervously licked the head, one drop touched my tongue... my brain exploded as I witnessed in one second all of the power Astaroth held. Needing more, I wrapped my mouth around the mighty head and began to suck it, taking as much of the shaft down my throat as I could. Minutes passed. Astaroth’s claws dug into the back of my head forcing me to take much more of its cock then I thought I ever could. I could feel my body quaking with power as I mined for more. I sucked and stroked the shaft demanding it give me what I deserved. Eventually, Astaroth began to grunt and groan, breathing heavily due to my expert mouth. ⁃ Turn back now, human... while you can!!! This warning only caused me to suck and stroke harder until finally the creature reached orgasm, and unloaded its powerful load inside of me. As he deposited it in my stomach, I felt like I was being electrocuted. I no longer could control my body as I convulsed from the onslaught of what was being bestowed upon me. I continued to suck on its shaft, determined to drain it all… until with one mighty blow it threw me off its cock and to the middle of the room. I tried to stand but couldn’t. I had ingested too much power and my body was unprepared to digest it all. My whole body was pulsating with life. My entire body began to shift, to throb.. my skin began to bubble. This tapped force was attempting to surge out of my body, seeping my pores, releasing flames when it ruptured. My entire being had overdosed on power and was being ravaged by it. I felt lightheaded and sick to my stomach at the same time. I put my head in my hands and felt my face and skull give way as it pressed and merged around my hands. Never had I felt anything like this onslaught of power, and it was it was getting more powerful by the second. As I tried to stand again, my entire being began to smoke as if I were burning from within. I could only chuckle at what I was going to become, and knowing it was about to happen at any moment made my 8” cock go hard. From the reflection of the glass on the ceiling, I could see my eyes were shining a bright blue now. Soon… I could feel the power rising up within me as if my whole body was about to cum. It was getting stronger and stronger. A sudden burst of laughter erupted from my throat as I realised my time as Darren was over and that a new creature was going to take my place. ⁃ I will be the mightiest creature to walk this Earth!!! I will take what is rightfully mine!!!! I will exist at the top of the food chain!!! Nothing... will ever... stop me... AGAIN!!!!!!! My whole body suddenly stopped fluctuating and tensed up, my back muscles beginning to cramp. It felt as if hundreds of hot nails were being hammered into my traps at once. I released a scream that bounced around the room and was echoed by the thousands of souls within me. As I screamed, I could feel my back beginning to swell with muscle. Larger and more defined it became, and still it continued to grow. My collarbone and scapula made gruesome cracking noises as they fractured and then expanded, growing wider… my arms moving further away from my body. The pain was agonising but welcome. This is exactly how I had wanted it. My body was being tortured to make me even more mighty. For what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, my shoulders extended, becoming wider then any door, and showed no sign of slowing its growth. As the bones continued to stretch longer and thicker, my shoulder muscles began to join in the development of my traps. I was determined to stand, but the orgasmic rush of growth proved too much for me, and I fell once again to my knees. ⁃ My shoulders... my delts getting so round and thick!!! My whole upper body stretching wider and wider... my upper back... so filled with muscle and strength... my traps getting so concentrated... my... ARGH!!!! My upper body surged even wider. There would be no way possible that I could ever walk through a normal door again, my shoulders were simply too wide. My traps were riding higher and rounder on my shoulders giving me the look of a bull that I had always longed for. With a sudden eruption, my lats began to swell, pushing my arms even further from from my body. I couldn’t believe how quickly my upper back, shoulders and traps had become mountainous, and far from the realm of human possibility. With all of this muscle, it was as if four bodybuilders had been fused together to create my upper back, and still I continued to bulge and grow. ⁃ More!!! My hunger is insatiable. Make me bigger!! Make this body a monument to your strength!!! I cried out in orgasmic lust as my neck began to swell into a Grecian column of muscle. I tried to feel it with my hands, but they were now too far away and too short to even reach my neck!! Moving my head with ever growing difficulty, I could feel that it was so dense and muscle bound that it must look more like a quad then a neck!! As my traps continued to rise up higher and higher and started to fuse with my neck, my lats continued to widen until, to my joy, my upper back resembled that of a immense morphed cobra head. The horrific sound of cracking filled the room even louder then before as my arms and hands began to lengthen. ⁃ Fuck!!! Look at these arms??!! They’re getting longer then my legs!!! How big am I gonna be??!! ⁃ Monstrous. The creature hadn’t spoken until now, but simply watched with glee as my body was racked with pain and the birth of what I was becoming. I looked up when it spoke in shock, awe, and desire. ⁃ Freakish. Never on Earth will there have been one to rival your size or mastery. ⁃ Yes!!!!!!! Grow me!!! Stretch me!!! Don’t stop!!! Ever!!! Hearing my plea, my legs and feet began to lengthen along with my arms and hands. Although still top heavy, I could finally stand! My legs were so long and wobbly that I must have resembled a newborn pony. Standing for the first time, I was shocked at how tall I was, yet even more surprised when my hands dragged on the floor. The ceilings in the refurbished conservatory were over 35 feet high, and here I was standing a little above what I estimated at ten feet. I couldn’t help but laugh as I took in my new view of the world. ⁃ Look at me... towering above you... towering above everything!! I continued to get taller, my inhumanly wide and muscular back began to resemble a flesh-like shell, it was so mountainous with peaks and valleys of muscle. The thickness of my neck and traps made it virtually impossible to turn my head, and I found I had to turn my whole body if I needed to look around. I was being hit by the impracticalities of my new size, but I didn’t care. I revelled in them and I wanted more. I ceased to care about a normal life and wanted to exist purely as a creature of brute strength and muscle. I lifted my growing hand and marvelled at the sheer size of it. Each finger was much longer then my own head and thicker then three or four of my old fingers put together. My palm... fuck... that is where I gaped at the size... the palm of my hand was growing to become nearly as large as my own chest!!! As I continued hurling into my metamorphosis, I could feel this energy burning up inside of me. ⁃ The screaming in my head is getting louder... all of this dark energy erupting inside of me... fuelling me!!!! My torso soon joined in with my arms and legs, and loudly begun to elongate. The snapping and pulling of my body was soon so excruciating that my own screams merged with the moans of the souls erupting from me to create a symphony of terror. As my body developed taller and longer, I laughed through my pain thinking that I must resemble the urban legend of Slenderman made flesh. As the ground fell further away and the ceiling came closer, I tried to rationalise how tall I was becoming. Was I nearly fifteen feet tall now? The more my torso stretched, the quicker my arms and hands, legs and feet finally began to look in proportion to my body... but my own body was so out of proportion to every human on earth!!! Stumbling, I moved around the room on my stick legs, my enormous feet rocking the very foundation of my house. I’ll never be able to get out of this room without tearing the whole thing apart, I thought with excitement. How tall am I now?! The ceiling is getting so much closer!! I reached up my arm and found that I it wasn’t as far away as I thought it was!! Soon I would be able to easily touch it with the tips of my finger!!! Fuck!!! The ceiling that was too tall for a ladder, and soon I would touch it with my own hand... and still I grew. Contemplating how much larger I was to become, I felt an itching beginning to rise in both of my pecs. The itching became an irritation, and then the irritation became stabbing bolts of pain. I screamed out, a sound the whole neighbourhood must have heard as my pecs began to explode with size. Like two massive inflatable rafts attaching themselves to my body, my pectorals simply blossomed, quickly getting firmer and rounder. The sensation of feeling my blood engorged muscles grow made my head spin. Looking down as much as my neck would allow, I saw these massive globes coming to life, taking over the top half of my chest. I rubbed my hand over the right one, and nearly collapsed as my hand brushed over my nipple. My nipples had never been sensitive before, and I never understood nipple play, but now... fuck!!! Now I could!! With each beat of my heart, my pecs swelled larger and larger. Using both of my hands, I grabbed my nipples and I squeezed them. Colours formed in front of my eyes and my head spun with ecstasy. I squeezed them again and twisted them at the same time, releasing a low moan from my throat. They were the most sensitive things I had ever felt. As if they were trying to enrapture me to play with them more, they both suddenly began to get larger and thicker, the areola getting wider and browner, and the nipple bursting with size until they both were nearly the length of a human finger. My pecs, fuelled by my intense nipple play grew even mightier, extending feet from my chest. The sensation of feeling my blood engorged pecs grow fuller made me want to roar. I looked down at Astaroth who appeared so tiny now compared to me. ⁃ Look at my pecs... getting so full... so heavy with muscle. I can’t wait till my whole body feels this way... weighing thousands of pounds of muscle!!! ⁃ Thousands of pounds? Too small!! Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of pounds!! Your muscle mass making the very earth tremble!! No scale ever strong enough to weigh how heavy you really are. His words swam in my head as I watched my pecs beginning to find more room to grow on my body, rising up while being forced down at the same time. The gap between my pecs was so deep, but it also grew tighter as they took up more space. I took my hand and placed it down into the gap, and felt the pressure being forced on it by these two powerful masses. Soon I would be able to crumble boulders between my pecs, or splinter trees just from flexing them together. Never have pecs been so mighty My abs and lower back began to burst with muscle at the same time to prevent my upper body from collapsing down upon it. My back, lats, and traps were still gaining mass, and I could just imagine how I looked. My traps rose up to near my ears, now giving me the guise of either having no neck at all or one so massive that it rose simply from my back. My abs exploded one by one, but there was to be no simple six-pack for this body. With my hands I felt, since I couldn’t see anymore below my pecs, that my own body was mutating and I now possessed a twelve pac!! With my knowledge of the male anatomy, I was aware that most humans have, at most, eight muscle bellies making up their ab muscle, but here I was with my abdomen divided in 6, with each becoming thick and as dense as cinder blocks. Fuck!!! How I wanted a mirror in this room!! ⁃ As you command. Vanished were the walls of bookshelves and toys, my chamber was now composed entirely of mirrors. Every surface… every wall… even the floor and ceiling were mirrors. There wasn’t even a door anymore!! Everywhere I looked I saw me, and what I saw freaked and thrilled me!! Astaroth watched as I took in my half formed body. The first thing I noticed was my head. It had only grown a small amount with the rest of my body, and my eyes still glowed a bright blue with no pupils at all. My head was tightly wrapped in between my immense traps, which now rose mightily past my ears. My neck, larger then my waist, was barely visible, as my pecs and deltoids simply covered it up. Finally, my lats caused my upper body to curve away from my body but then taper back in. How wide was I? I had no way of knowing in inches or feet how big I was, but at this size, it simply didn’t matter. My upper body had to be larger and wider then a car... and still I grew!! My lower torso... my abs... a brick wall didn’t do it justice!!! Each ab alone was a testimonial to muscle, and jointly created a pure work of mastery. Each crevice in the wall of abs, along with my newly forming Adonis belt was so deep... so so dark. My waist... no matter how thick, as it had to be over 50 inches, was firm compared to my massiveness of my chest giving me the ultimate wasp waist. I smiled at my reflection, and looked down at the Astaroth. ⁃ The birth of a monster. ⁃ Only the beginning... My legs began to tremble and quake as my feet began to grow longer and to thicken with muscle. Stretching upward, both my calf muscles began to take on mammoth proportions. They swelled up so thick that, the diamond shape of the two heads began to expand outward on all sides and take up more room over my ankle until it appeared that my foot formed right from my calf. My calf muscles stretched upward toward my kneecaps, but a titanic rumbling sound announced the birth of my new elephantine quads. I cried out in exhilaration as each muscle simply erupted in size. I could only drool over how massive they quickly were becoming. The lateral and medial muscles of my quads immediately became so swollen that I had to widen my stance. Each time I did, and created a little more room for my balls, they would quickly take up all available space. In no time at all the rectus emerged as two massive teardrops that dipped over my kneecaps and required me into a bow legged and crouched position for comfort. I was resigned that for the rest of my existence I would be forced to walk this way, and it made me supremely happy. By the fifth time I had spread my legs, this time as far as they could possibly go, I heard a familiar cracking noise and knew it was my pelvis breaking to enlargen my stance. This caused my waist to broaden as well, which only forced my upper body to grow more as well to keep my tapered look. As I felt my gluteus grow, I cried out. I had been growing for nearly thirty minutes now, and with each change and alteration to my body, the more orgasmic it felt. I moved my hands to try and feel my swelling ass since even with the mirrors I had trouble seeing it, but with my widening lats, I had difficulty moving my arms to even touch it. ⁃ My body... how did I ever exist in anything but this body you are forming for me!!! I am indeed becoming monstrous as you said. ⁃ And you shall remain this way for all eternity... immortal as you requested. ⁃ Fuck!!! I had forgotten that... ⁃ Never ageing... never sickening... never dying... existing as you are for eternity... pure power!!! I clenched my jaw and grit my teeth as I felt the agony of my pelvis bone breaking and growing again, extending my waist more and causing my stance to become far more unnaturally bowlegged. My legs were now so muscle bound, so massive, and so engorged, that some might say they bordered on the grotesque, but I only cried out for more. Every time I stepped now, the entire house shook and the stone floor beneath me cracked and shattered to dust from my insurmountable weight. In no time at all, I knew this entire house would come down around me simply due to my very existence, and that had me begging for more size and mass. As best as I could, I lifted my arms above my head and found that with some manoeuvring I could easily place my palms against the mirrored ceiling. By this time, I was over twenty feet tall, no doubt nearing twenty-five. My deltoids had grown so dense with muscle that it wasn’t easy to lift my arms above my head, but at this time it was still a possibility. My arms began to shudder and ignite with a blissful burning sensation as I finally felt my upper arms join the rest of my body in its symphony of growth. Flexing my upper arm, I watched as it quickly bloated with power, my biceps and triceps becoming thick and dense as stone. I wanted to scream out as my clavicle fractured and enlarged to create more room for upper body growth. The prominence of my upper arms made it difficult to bend my arms, forcing them down off of the ceiling. So much strength were in these arms now. I could easily rip apart a tree or a boulder with my bare hands, and my strength only increased as my forearms surged with size. My hands... fuck... the muscles of my hands expanded until I knew that by the time I had broken out of this house, I would be able to crush coal into diamonds and diamonds into dust. I glanced at myself in the mirror again, a creature of pure muscle. I saw myself as the world might see me: I was nightmarish, I was a mutant of muscle, I was freakish... I was beautiful!!! A beast of pure strength and power. I did a full body flex, and watched as my whole body became even more grotesque as it surged larger. When I released the flex, my body maintained the pump I had gained. Until this moment, my head had remained the same size as when I had first begun this journey, but with an unanticipated flash of pure torment, the bones that formed my entire cranium began to split and re-fuse larger. I tried to keep my eyes open to watch this happen but it was truthfully a frightening sight. My skull swelled and grew first until my head resembled an immense light bulb. My neck muscle continued to thicken to support the added weight of my new head. Soon my eye sockets expanded, as did my eyes. I had thought I understood pain with my last growth, but this surpassed even that. As my eyes doubled and tripled in size, I was afraid they were going to explode. My upper head looked alien, but as my cheekbones and nose began to grow as well, I could see that very soon I would look like me again... just a leviathan version of myself. My chin grew and squared off at the same time my brow ridge became more prominent. Fuck!!! This was now the head of a true Brobdingnagian!!!! My traps, afraid of being left behind, soon grew more immense and once again fused above my ears. I felt a peculiar feeling in my abdominal wall, and looked gain at myself in the mirror. It was odd to know I would never truly see my lower half again due to my immense pecs, but that only made me smile with happiness. That was how I wanted to live. My abdominal muscles were growing larger... lengthier... stretching down like thick tentacles toward my pubis. This was it, I thought. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and my body was preparing itself for it!!! I thought my body was evolving my pubis to be more muscular in order to hold the massive cock I was soon to have, but I was only partially correct. The tentacles of muscle forced their way into my penis and I could only cry out as the greatest surge of ecstasy hit me. Further and further this tentacle of muscle invaded my penis, starting at the base... forcing it to grow longer and thicker, transforming it from tissue into a shaft of pure muscle. My cock was becoming as the rest of my body was... nothing but bulging, pulsating, throbbing muscle!!! I whimpered as this metamorphosis occurred, as my cock was inundated with muscle to become this hard and thick shaft. My muscle cock, because what else could I call it, grew tremendous, nearly as thick as my own forearm, and just as my body continued to grow more massive with muscle, so did my cock. I wrapped my hand around what had once been my old cock, and instantly felt the difference. My muscle cock was no longer pliable with a soft feel but hard as the rest of my body was. I stroked it and felt it flex for the first time, growing even more tremendous in my hand. It was more sensitive then my original flesh cock, as my body evolved to have thousands more nerve endings imbedded throughout it. I could only drool as wave after wave of pleasure besieged my body as I stroked this new muscle cock, watching it grow even more colossal. The tentacles of muscle eventually reached the head, and I watched as this too was transformed into muscle, more bulbous and wider then ever before, the slit a vast open cavern. This was exactly the cock I had wanted, and watched as it expanded and lengthened until it grew even larger then my arm, the head mushrooming even fatter until it was thicker then my fist. I roared... I actually roared as my balls began to widen. I could feel the testosterone in my body being forced into overdrive, as my evolved testicles became a power plant to fuel my last metamorphosis into a being of total size and total masculinity. My head spun as my evolution went wonderfully out of control. As my balls grew immense and sent out shockwaves of testosterone fuelled by the hundreds of thousands of souls within me, I grew even faster, adding on hundreds of pounds of muscle each minute. Hair erupted all over my body, growing quicker and thicker on my face and chest. My hair growth was so out of control that where one follicle would once have grown, I know had five or six, making my newly grown beard thick and dark. Within minutes, I had a full beard that lengthened as I grew taller, my head nearing the thirty foot ceiling. My pecs were covered in a pure pelt of jet black hair, but no matter how thick the hair on me was, it couldn’t hide the musculature beneath it. The hairs on my arms and legs lengthened, trailing down onto my hands and feet, and my underarms had a forest of long jet black hair. My pubes grew denser as well as they covered my pubic mound and ever expanding balls. Thick hose like veins rose up all over my body feeding my musculature. New veins and arteries were formed doubling and then tripling the amount the human body had. My body needed this larger amount so my massive heart would be able to pump the required power throughout my body. My cock muscle, now nearing the length of my leg, grew even thicker as pipe-like veins took root, crisscrossing the entire surface and feeding this monster. The head... ugh!!! The head grew even larger, nearly the size of my cranium. My cock was indeed more then simply a devise for reproduction. It was a monument to all things muscle, all things strength, and all things masculine. Leaking a constant flow of precum, my entire body began emitting the most intense musk... sexual and masculine. Still the world spun around me as my whole being went into overdrive. ⁃ Changing... becoming... something else... all of my senses are becoming heightened... becoming... my voice...so deep... more like a rumble of thunder then a voice...yes...becoming even stronger... becoming... yes... a being of pure instinct... I feel as if I am transforming into something more animalistic the more masculine I become. ⁃ This is what you wanted. ⁃ Was it...??? ⁃ You wanted to be the alpha.. reign supreme over everything.., I am giving you that... ⁃ Yes... The largest surge of power shot through my entire body and I let out a massive roar, which shattered the walls of mirrors. This new evolution was wanted... asked for... but unexpected. I didn’t truly realise what it was I had desired, and now I was receiving it. ⁃ What is happening now... I’m... I’m becoming smarter... my intellect doubling... no tripling... Ha!!! Quadrupling!!! I’m smarter then any man alive!!! How is this happening??!! My brain... taking in so much information at once...YES!!!! Smarter then any human!!!! More powerful then any human... more supreme then any human!!! I am indeed the ALPHA!!! I breathe in and I can smell everything around me... every person, every creature. I am now the apex predator!!!! I have evolved past humanity into what humanity wishes it was!!! About to crash through this ceiling... soon I will be forced to reveal myself to the world... their superior... their ruler... and yet... can I say it... YES... I want more!!! My head smashed into the ceiling, the mirror and metal shattering and falling apart around me. As my growth surged one last time, my head appeared over the roof of my house, my shoulders where the mirrored ceiling had been. I had broken free of my womb and now planed to enjoy the playground that lay before me. The wind of my new world blew through my long black hair and caused my titanic nipples to harden. At one time I would have been embarrassed for the world to see me naked, but now that was the only way the world should see me!! How else would they bask in my magnificence? Worship their... could I say it? Could I speak the word?? YES!!!! Worship their new god!!!
  13. Jeremy91

    The Grower

    I’ve been working on a growth story and having fun with it. Ive got the overall story arch in my head and am putting it together slowly. Its going to have elements of growth, jealouat, competitions, and maybe many other elements. This story is intended for those 18+ or whatever the legal age is for your area. Anyone not fitting this category should cease reading. - Part I - My holiday break generally revolves around me eating too much, staying up late on the internet, and a lot of “me time.” It’s a great time to break from college for an introvert and recharge my social battery back at my parents house. As fate would have it this year’s break was going to be even better. My parents decided to part from the norm and take a tropical vacation to escape the cold confines of our small, northern-eastern town. The only downside is that my older brother was going to be at home with me. Well, that’s if he ever stays at home and isn’t running around and staying at some girl’s house overnight only to come home and sleep off his hangover the next morning. He’s popular; tall, dark, and handsome; and built like a bodybuilder. How we’re related is a mystery to me. He’s only a year older than me too and up until about 13 we were pretty much the same build and height. But he quickly began to grow and pack on more muscle. Now at 19, he’s a brick house. Standing at 6’6” he sometimes has trouble with doorways and not just in height. His wide shoulders are mere inches from hitting the doorframe sides as he squeezes through. I on the other hand am 5’8” and only 125 lbs. Anyways, enough about him. Everyone always talks about him too much. So, I’m sitting in my room playing Super Mario Party with my favorite NPCs when my best friend Jay texts me that he’s in town for the break visiting his family. I invite him over as I realize how sad I look playing against a bunch of computer characters. I try cleaning up my sty of a room and head to the kitchen to get some junk food. My brother is standing in front of the fridge chugging a gallon of whole milk. “How’s it going Blake?” I casually say. It’s not that we’re distant or dislike each other. We don’t have much in common is all. He’s not a jock per se but enjoys spending time in the gym and hanging out with his wife social circle. I on the other hand would rather be alone or with my online friends. “What’s up Josh?” He says back to me as he wipes the stream of milk from his chin. “Still playing that game?” “Yeah. And Jay is coming over soon. Can you at least put on some shorts or sweatpants. No one else needs to see all that.” I smile. “Oh fuck.” Says Blake. “You know how it is. No point in putting on clothes when mom and dad are away.” He smirks innocently. Of course I don’t know how he feels. It’s not exactly like I’m as gifted as he is down there or in general. And on top of that I think I’m a late bloomer as I don’t really find girls attractive. “Haha. Yeah. I know.” I say trying to empathize. “But do it for me please.” “Ah. Ok. If you insist I’ll get decent.” He says as he absentmindedly grabs his junk.
  14. “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.
  15. “That was Underworld Guardians” the announcer echoed through the microphone The audience splattered out a small applause. Sam and his buddies who made up the metal band quickly fled the stage. He knew they’d screwed up, the drums were out of pace with the rest of the band and Sam knew his own voice wasn’t at its best. It was the nerves of performing in public for the first time ever, also the added weight of the first performance taking place during a Battle of the Bands. “We suck” Craig the drummer sighed loudly “Let it go” Sam muttered “We tried” The four boys in near matching black clothes all looked crestfallen, all knowing they weren’t going to get the big break they’d dreamed of today. Then a tall slender man in a black pin strip suit approached. He smiled with an unnervingly inviting grin. The man waved and his dark eyes flashed with a friendly light. “Hello boys” the man greeted “I very much enjoyed your performance” The band shared a look and then with a lot of doubt in the man’s words thanked him. “Really, we thought we were terrible” Sam replied The man waved away his concern “No, a little rough yes, but terrible no” He then flicked a black business card seemingly out of nowhere from between his fingers. He offered it to Sam. The singer took the card and scanned it. Mr. H. Styx Hellfire Studios Founder, CEO, CFO, COO, Agent, Receptionist, Janitor… The job titles actually continued for two lines and then seemed to continue off the card. “One man operation I take it” Sam asked Mr. Styx chuckled “I have had to down size yes” The man’s eyes flashed with a burning light, Sam decided not to ask any questions about that. Craig who was looking over Sam’s shoulder added “You got a great name for a rock music agent” Mr. Styx laughed in an oozing chuckle “It’s a little on the nose I must admit” He then clapped his long skeletal hands together. “I’ll get right too it, I want…” He paused, mentally correcting himself “No, I need, a desperate need to sign you boys” “You’re joking” Olly the bass player asked Mr. Styx shook his greasy head of black hair. “I’m DEAD serious” he said and he chuckled like he’d made a joke “It won’t cost you a thing, if anything all you’d have to do is look pretty and play great music” Look pretty and great music were not phrases that the Underworld Guardians had heard used to describe them. Like most people desperate for a shot at fame and fortune, the four young men didn’t think about it and they all in unison agreed with a somewhat dismissive ‘sure’. Mr. Styx’s smile widened, large tombstone like teeth appeared between his thin lips. Suddenly he held a bundle of papers, it was a contract. He slapped the papers onto a table and offered Sam a glittering silver pen. “Just sign on the dotted line” Mr. Styx oozed Sam took the pen and quickly wrote his name, the pen’s ink was a deep red and flowed unlike ink should. The others followed his lead. “Excellent boys” Mr. Styx smirked cramming the contract into his black suit jacket “Now, I’m gonna have some words with the band organiser, fighting for you already” Mr. Styx vanished into the dark of the backstage area. “That was weird” Sam said “We didn’t even read the contract” Craig shrugged “It’s not like we sold our souls or anything” The bands laughed and Sam slipped away to use the bathroom before their new agent, manager and thanks to them not reading the contract probably legal guardian and attorney Mr. Styx returned. As he walked through the ill maintained toilets the tiles beneath his feet seemed to enhance the thuds of his footsteps. Like he was thudding hulking boots onto the floor and not the small sneakers Sam thought he was wearing. Sam was muttering a tune to himself as he took a spot at the urinal, reworking the tune as he repeated it over and over. He didn’t even notice the guy at the urinal next to him look down and gasp at Sam’s meat as the singer heaved it out of his pants. The guy actually fled, but Sam didn’t noticed. He finished up quickly and redid his black pants. His hands felt more hefty and heavy than normal. Thicker feeling fingers reworking his junk into a comfortable position. Sam smirked at the bulge ‘The Leviathan’ made in his pants. Sam felt the world shake a little as he patted his bulge. Like a glitch, like something has changed. But Sam was too busy smiling down at the name shake for the bands Number One song Leviathan, not that many people knew that the bands debut single was named after Sam’s insatiable horsecock. Sam stepped up to the sink and washed his oversized hands. They looked off to him, but then he remembered his meaty digits overflowing the mic as he boomed out his bands latest song. He wiped his hands on his black shirt, it flowed beneath his fingers as if his torso was moving under the fabric, reshaping itself into something more fitting for the image Sam and his band wishes they had. An image that the boys now had thanks to Mr. Styx. Sam rooted through his bag, trying to find his phone. He pushed passed the signed copies of the bands album. The album the band hadn’t even recorded yet, which had somehow appeared in the bag that he didn’t even quite remember walking in with. He found his phone, he pulled it out, ignoring the black leather sleeveless jacket that he now remembered was his signature look. Sam always performed with his heavily tattooed arms on show, and with his abs glistening under a spot light. Or at least he now remembered that he had always perform like that. Sam popped on his headphones and flicked on his latest song, he was mentally critiquing it while he snapped a few selfies in the dirty bathroom mirror. He puffed out his chest, making sure his pecs strained the shirt. His meaty fingers clicked out a few more photos. Sam picked out the best one and posted it to his Instagram. Nearly 5 million people’s phones buzzed as he posted, their hungry eyes eating up his muscled arms and artistic ink. Sam stomped out of the bathroom, his styled hair being pushed flat by the doorframe. His band was missing, but Mr. Styx was waiting for him. “Sammy my boy” Mr. Styx slapped his hands together “There you are” “Here I am” Sam answered His voice boomed outwards in a window pane and knee shaking baritone. Mr. Styx actually shuddered, like he was surprised by how deep Sam’s voice was. Even though Mr. Styx had been with the band for nearly 6 years and had made them a global sensation. “Damn boy” Mr. Styx said in shock, then he corrected himself “The boys are on the bus, we got to get you on the plane” Sam nodded, they’d hung around in their hometown for too long. Performing for the locals and judging the Battle of the Bands. It has been a nice trip down memory lane, but the Underworld Guardians had a sold out gig at London’s O2 arena, the start of their 3rd European tour. Mr. Styx guided Sam to the band’s bus, the other boys were already waiting for them. They were just as big and beefy as Sam, all with different tattoos and hairstyles. Each of them had their own legions of fans, but Sam was the face of the band. The bus started for the airport with the boys joking and swigging down a few beers. Mr. Styx just stood and watched with a pleased expression. “You ok boss” Craig asked, almost breaking a beer bottle in his massive hands “I’m very good” Mr. Styx said feeling the nearly forgotten feeling of worship flowing though his body The millions of fans across the globe worshiped these boys, who in turn worshipped him, their manager and mentor. “So you boys ready for your gig” Mr. Styx started his voice rising “WE ARE” the band shouted, the buses windows shook Mr. Styx could feel himself getting drunk on the admiration flowing into him. “Are you not the biggest band in history” he asked his voice echoing with an eerie chant “WE ARE” the band boomed again The air grew cold inside the bus, Mr. Styx’s dark eyes glowed with a ghostly light. “Who is the Lord of the Underworld and keeper of the DEAD” Mr. Styx asked again, the entire bus shaking “YOU ARE” the band replied Hades slapped his hands together and the road behind the bus fell into a gaping fissure. “DAMN RIGHT” he smiled
  16. “Yes sir, that voucher is still valid” the smiling receptionist explained ripping the tatty voucher into two pieces “Thank you, sorry about that, I forgot I’d been gifted it” Jay said Jay felt really out of place in the Spa. It was bright friendly environment, but all the staff and most of the customers were either gorgeous model types or hunky athletic types. Jay was a short and skinny guy, with messy dark hair and a youthful face that still had outbreaks of spots. The receptionist was a hulking brute who look like he’d been poured into the bright blue spa uniform. His face was a squared brick, yet his smile and eyes were very friendly and kind. His chest was heaving out of the uniform, a mass of hairy pec muscle on show, only the outer edges of his pec shelf being held back by the struggling uniform top. Jay was watching his thick hairy forearms twitching as he typed in the voucher information. “So you want to use the voucher today, or can I book you in for a later date” the receptionist asked “I’ll go for today please… if you have a free session” Jay quickly added politely The receptionist smiled even wider “Sure we do, I can book you in right now” There was a couple seconds of silence between them, only the receptionists heavy tapping on his key board. “There we go sir, I have you down for a full body massage, all expenses covered” The receptionist said, a thick arm pointing to a doorway “Just go through there, you are in room 7, you have Stanley as your masseur today” Jay nodded and thanked the receptionist. The doorway he was told to head through was opened by a tall model like blond who smiled down at Jay just as brightly as every other member of staff. Jay counted out the doors, seeing the big gold numbers on each. He opened the door to room 7. It was just like every other room in the spa. It was bright, airy and calming. A small water fountain splashed down a cliff of rocks at the far side of room, a few potted plants and the quiet sound of flute music completed the rooms look. A large massage table dominated the room, the only other furniture was a single chair next to a small table. It was were Jay would have to leave his clothes, a couple hooks on the wall were ready for Jay to hang his clothes. The door opened again and a tall slender man came in. He was gorgeous with lush dark hair and beautiful bright eyes. His skin smooth and his body very lightly muscled. His forearms look very strong, with thick veins running up them and his hands looked a little too large for his body. “Hello sir, I’m Stanley, your masseur” He explained He shook Jay’s hand, Jay winced at the strong grip. “Please make yourself comfortable” he pointed to the hooks and the chair “Shoes off please, you can keep your shirt and underwear on, but its easier without pants” Jay started to do as he was told, leaving his shoes by the chair and beginning to pull off his jeans. “You can be naked if you wish” Stanley stated matter of factly as he prepared the massage table Jay replied too quickly, he answered with a stern “NO” He was sure Stanley was chuckling under his breath at the speed of his reply, but he ignored it and climbed onto the table and tried to relax. He was face down, his body stiff and uneasy. “Ok, so we’ll do back first them” Stanley said politely Jay was shocked by how sudden he was relaxed. Within seconds of Stanley’s big hands kneading the fibres of Jay’s shoulders he let out a sigh of relief. His body went slack and the tension was pouring out of him. “You have such big shoulders, so firm” Stanley said in all seriousness His big hands were struggling with the suddenly immense cannon ball sized shoulders he was massaging. Jay didn’t answer, he was too involved with the bliss he was feeling as Stanley’s hands moved down his right arm. The muscled inflating as Stanley’s fingers flowed over the boney twigs Jay had for arms. Stanley moved across the table to massage Jay’s left arm, the right arm fell down over the table’s edge. The hand slapping the floor, Jay’s right arm now much too long for his short body. Within seconds the left arm was the same, a long gorilla sized limb stacked with muscle. Stanley moved onto Jay’s back, the lats flaring out to match the wideness of Jay’s boulder like shoulders. The tabled front legs creaked a little as Jay’s weight started to rise with all the muscle his upper body was packing on. Jay’s shirt was skin tight over his back, the shoulder bulging out and the sleeves filled to near bursting. Jay’s neck was laced with thick cords of muscle, leading to a squaring off jawline. “Amazingly wide back” Stanley cooed “Must of taken a lot of work” Stanley moved down Jay’s body, his hands bending one of Jay’s legs so he could massage Jay’s small foot. Stanley was soon struggling to hold the foot, it was growing in his hand. When he let it go so he could massage the other foot it was hulking size 17. Jay just groaned with pleasure at Stanley moved on from his massive sock clad feet to the thin stick Jay called legs. Stanley hands caused the lean calf muscles to explode outwards, Jay’s thighs following suit. The bones stretching and growing, pushing Jay’s feet towards the end of the table. “Meaty legs too” Stanley chuckled, his hands working over the inflating thighs Stanley’s strong hands began to knead at Jay’s flat boney ass, his fingers tracing along the flat surface. Each cheek began to inflate, pulling at Jay’s loose grey briefs. Jay didn’t react, still knocked dumb from the relaxing massage. Stanley chuckled as the underwear started to vanish between the two boulder like ass checks. He gave one cheek a heavy slap “That it big man, time to massage the front” Jay did as he was told without a single word. The table creaked as he rolled over, his big hands thudding onto the floor again as he laid limply on the table. Stanley let out a whistle of appreciation. Jay’s chest had inflated into two massive slabs of muscle, the poor grey shirt was being pulled thread bare over his pecs. The buttons on the shirts collar could pop up to the ceiling at any second. Stanley could even count the cinder block sized abs beneath the shirt, all eight of them. The bottom of Jay’s shirt was ridding up his toned and chiselled midriff, giving Stanley the full view of the arm sized root of Jay’s still growing cock. “Damn…” Stanley muttered quietly at his own handy work. Jay had really taken to the Mass Massage. His underwear was tenting upwards, a growing wet patch spreading from the apple sized tip. It was completely normal for these session to end with the massage having to jerk off the newly grown muscle man, but rarely did Stanley wonder if his big strong hands were enough for the improved cock of his client. Stanley knew that Jay wouldn’t be going anywhere till he shot a load, and he couldn’t have the big lug waiting all day Stanley had over clients to see. “Lets get this over with” Stanley said slapping his strong hands together Suddenly Jay’s peanut sized balls exploded into orange sized bull nuts, both full to the brim with scolding hot cum. Jay let out a grunt and his grey briefs tore apart. The pouch shot off his swollen horse cock and landed with a wet splat at Stanley’s feet. “Thats new” Stanley said looking at the impossibly big cock He stepped pass Jay, leaving the huge cock to lube itself with the faucet of pre-cum it was leaking. Stanley opened the door and leaned his head out into the hallway. “I’m gonna need another pair of hands in room 7” he looked back over to the hulking man on the table “Actually, make that two pairs of hands”
  17. Now that I think back it I should have been worried, I mean who gets clipped by a laser that had just bounced off Superman and not worry. But I got checked out at the hospital and interviewed by the Daily Planet, and no one was worried about me. The doctors said I was fine, actually better then that they said I was in perfect health, like my asthma didn’t exist anymore. Which it turned out it didn’t, I was never short of breath again. Pretty soon I was never short again, I just thought my genes were finally doing their job. Everyday I was taller and thicker, soft flesh turning into hard thick muscle. Within a month I was unrecognisable, I wasn’t a little nerd anymore. The sudden growth spurt didn’t bother me, I was too caught up in the praise and wonder my new body got me. All it took was one gym class and suddenly I was Mr Popular, I beat the best wrestler in the year, beat the school record for track and lifted more weight then a guy twice my size. Then the weird stuff started, I’d wake up hovering above my bed, or accidentally crush faucets or door handles. The worse one was then I shot my load and it broke through the ceiling, thankfully no one lived above me. It took me a while to get the hang of my new powers, but now I can fly and do everything Superman used to do. You see I think I might of drained Supes powers when that laser clipped me, I don’t really know if it was true, because Supes hadn’t been seen since I shot up over a foot and gained over a hundred pounds of muscle. I figured I really should replace him, and I did. I created my own suit, just jeans and a hoodie. And don’t get me wrong the super hero game is sweet, I get all sorts of acclaim and all the good looking girls want to sleep with me, and I let them. Though having to replace my bed every couple days was getting annoying, not even the steel frames were surviving my jack hammer like thrusting for long. The villains are even more annoying, always dragging me away from bed and the girls I brought back for the night. The worse thing though is this reporter, she’d always trying to talk to me and keeps getting herself into trouble. But I keep saving her, can’t let Metropolis down can I. It really all hit home a couple days back a parcel turned up for me, it was Supes suit. He’d passed on the mantel to me, which was sweet. Surprisingly it was small on me, I had to do some huge changes to it, especially around the crotch area. So barely six months after getting clipped by that laser I’m now a grade A stud, king of my school and Superman. Not bad for a gamer nerd.
  18. It was meant to be theoretical, or that’s what the soldiers thought when they were rooting around the old base. They were only meant to be doing regular patrols, making sure no kids or activists were roaming the grounds. But after Pvt Willis found that one of the doors leading to a Top Secret Lab had fallen off its hinges the entire base decided to have a look. They never had any officers around, the base was deemed important enough for a military guard, but not important enough for any ‘authority’ to waste their time on. So the lads had a look, there was some amazing stuff lying around. Documents talked around Neutron bombs, space lasers and there was even a model of giant floating military base. It was Corporal Rhodes who found it, a small canister with a rainbow sticker on it. Just a rainbow sticker, nothing to warn anyone that this was really dangerous. Rhodes thought it was some scientists lunch and popped it open to see how much 20 to 30 years had changed the chicken soup within. Within seconds a light pink mist spread out from the canister, all the soldiers coughed and spluttered, all but Pvt Hall. Instead he was reading one of the reports. “Guys listen to this” Hall announced as the others stopped coughing “The scientists here made a gay bomb, it got cancelled after the generals got a little concerned about turning their own soldiers gay accidentally” “That’s interesting” Willis replied, slightly confused as to why he was staring at Rhodes so intently “There is more” Hall continued “The gay bomb started as a way of making super soldiers, it had a really low success rate though, it only effected gay soldiers” “So it would work for you Hall” Rhodes chuckled, his hand rubbing his throbbing ass, his cheeks feeling larger then they should Hall blushed, he was gay and all the guys knew it. They didn’t care, but Hall always felt odd around the hunky soldiers, whereas he was wimpy and only in the army to try to make something of himself. He read though the rest of the report as quickly as possible. The gay bomb would turn straight men gay, but it also destroyed any chance of them fighting back an army, which was why it had been changed from a super solider serum into a bomb. It turned out that the small success with the serum had been a huge success. There were pictures of normal looking men and the after pictures of huge mountains of masculinity. But there was also images of the failures, normal soldiers turned into these tiny elfish boys. And some images that were pretty pornographic, it looked like some of the failures had jumped one of the successes. Hall had never seen so much cum in one place, the boys were covered in it and it looked like they loved it. Hall decided then and there to find the gay bomb, he didn’t notice how thick his forearms were as he dumped the report back onto the desk though. Hall hadn’t even heard the sounds of his uniform tearing, the fibres snapping as growing muscle pulled them apart. He was shocked when he turned to the others, Rhodes and Willis were kissing. Their uniforms looked baggy on them. Johnson had King bent over a desk, his face buried between King’s swollen ass cheeks. Hall knew all the guys bodies very well and King ass had never looked like that. Hall quickly put two and two together, he grabbed the rainbow canister. It crumpled as his giant hand wrapped around it. He recoiled, then noticed he was crouching, his head rubbing against the lab’s ceiling. He looked himself over, his entire body was bloating and growing. Muscles appearing from no where, a thick forest of hair working its way up his arms and legs. Hall surprised himself as he moved towards the doorway when he tore lab’s roof off. Now free from the ceiling he rose to his full height. “Wow” a soft chorus rose from below him The other soldiers having completed their own transformations gazed forward. Their shrunken bodies eye level with Hall’s arm sized cock. Hall chuckled at the hungry looks on the tiny boys faces. He dropped onto his muscled ass and spread his thick furry legs. The boys quickly gathered in the space between them, some climbing over Hall’s giant thighs. Hall sighed with pleasure as a storm of lips and tongues started working on his huge dick, one solider buried his face between Hall’s swollen nuts. Hall bounced his pecs as the final hairs pushed through his skin. He flexed his biceps and watched the last veins throb into being. He marvelled as his cock reached its full size, even with near a dozen mouths and hands working the shaft there was still loads of room for more. And that’s what Hall needed, he looked down at the crushed canister. He needed more. He scratched his chin and chuckled as he felt the thick beard that had appeared. “Sir” one of the soldiers asked Hall looked down at the boy, it looked like it may have been Rhodes. But they all looked alike, with their elfish bodies and long blond hair, even their ears were pointed. Lil Rhodes held another canister aloft “Do you think this will make you bigger, we want you bigger” he then smiled, his big tongue licking his thick lips Hall took the canister gently, he didn’t want to break it. “Where did you get this” Hall asked, his voice so deep now Rhodes pointed to a cupboard, the door ajar. Hall could see that it was full of canisters, each with a rainbow sticker. Hall stood up, the boys stood with him still working his giant dick. “Find some clothes boys, we’re heading into town” Hall ordered “I think there’s a football game on today” he gently bounced the canister in his huge palm with a smirk on his rugged face
  19. “So today we will be learning about the industrial revolution” Mr Harris announced to the already bored looking class One student didn’t look bored. His name was Morgan. he was an average student, someone who never really got noticed. Mainly because Morgan didn’t seem to want to be noticed, he shied away from the crowd and would barely react even when you spoke to him directly. He wasn’t a nerd or geek at all, he wasn’t a social outcast either. He was just quiet and kept to himself. He wasn’t even a bad looking kid, he had a goth look going for him. Black hair, pale skin, lean and tall. Morgan did have a large hooked nose and a raspy voice didn’t do him any favours. But Mr Harris was slightly put off by Morgan’s smiling face. For once he was looking up from his desk and staring directly at Mr Harris. Morgan’s dark eyes twinkled and Mr Harris felt a shiver run up his spine. Mr Harris started his class, describing how society was before the industrial revolution. His eyes kept going over to Morgan who was still staring directly at him, but then he realised Morgan wasn’t looking at him. Morgan was looking above him to the clock on the wall. Mr Harris then noticed Morgan’s leg was shaking, his foot tapping at the floor. Like he was nervous or excited. The clock struck quarter past the hour and Morgan’s smile widened massively. Mr Harris shook off a sudden migraine and returned to writing up some of his points on the board. He stopped for a second, he could have sworn he’d just been lecturing about the industrial revolution, but instead there was a very detailed diagram of a penis on the board. “You ok Mr Harris” one of his students asked He turned, rubbing his temple “Yes, I’m fine, ummm, what was I talking about” Another student replied “The importance of regularly cleaning your penis” There were a few sniggers, and a louder burst of laughter from Morgan. “Oh yes” Mr Harris said returning to his lecture This was a sexual education class, he had no clue why he thought it was a history class. At this time every week Mr Harris led what for some was a very detailed Sex Ed class, but thankfully Mr Harris lived in a liberal state and they agreed that young people in their final years of high-school needed to know what was what before they left for college. As Mr Harris started on a drawing of the vagina, with the class shouting out names for the various parts while he did so, he heard Morgan’s foot start tapping again. The clock hit 20 pass the hour and Mr Harris turned from his diagram to tell Morgan to stop the tapping, but he stopped dead. Morgan gave him a quizzical look with his dark mesmerising eyes. “What’s wrong Sir” Morgan asked Half the class quivered as Morgan’s deep knee shaking voice shook the room. The other half turned green with envy at the power Morgan showed even as he used a submissive term in ‘sir’. “Nothing Morgan, just… just watch the tapping” Mr Harris said, his voice shaking He felt like he was insulting Morgan. How could he a simple teacher order Morgan a high-school hunk who barely fit his meaty muscle ass into the classroom chairs to do anything. “Oh, sure I’ll quiet down” Morgan said, his voice hushed yet it still shook the glass in the window frames Mr Harris returned to his lecture, trying not to look in Morgan direction. His eyes though kept falling onto Morgan, tracing out his anvil like jawline which was barely hidden beneath a rich dark beard that no high schooler had any business having. Or he’d look over the ridges of Morgan’s pecs, which fought against the dark blue t-shirt that Morgan had poured himself into today. Morgan’s breathing caused the chest muscles to flex and they even bounce in a movement that Mr Harris hoped was involuntary or it would mean Morgan was showing off for Mr Harris. Finally he looked over the heavily tattooed arms that Morgan wielded like two battleship cannons. The patterns of ink worked their way around his overdeveloped biceps. “Mr Harris, you sure you’re ok?” Morgan asked. Mr Harris realised he’d been staring and had actually stopped talking. Morgan smirked and bounced his pecs and then winked at Mr Harris. “I’m fine…” he replied as the clock struck half past the hour The door suddenly opened and a tall, broad shouldered golden blond student in a lettermen jacket swaggered in. “Oh Drew…why are you here?” Mr Harris asked He was surprised the schools biggest athlete, biggest womaniser and biggest bully just entered his class. For one he was year too old for this class, and secondly Mr Harris was sure that Drew needed no sexual education at all. “I’m here for the class” Drew smirked giving a wink towards a few of the girls in the class “I’m your class model” Mr Harris nodded, remembering that athletes had to work as Sex Ed models if their grades fell under a certain level. Drew always made sure his grades hung just on that line so he could get away with fucking in school. Drew clapped his hands together “So who’s the lucky lady” Mr Harris chuckled and lifted a bowl of names from his desk and offered it to Drew. With a wide smile Drew pulled a folded piece of paper out of the bowl and handed it to Mr Harris. Mr Harris unfolded the paper and gulped. He should have known that Drew’s luck would run out sometime. He couldn’t fuck a girl every week. “Morgan” he said Every boy in class sniggered and Drew face paled. Morgan stood up, a shadow fell over the students closest to him. Both Mr Harris’ and Drew’s eyes rose up to mess Morgan’s. Mr Harris actually heard Drew gulp nervously. The floor shook as Morgan stepped up to the front of the class, his humongous feet thudding and his pecs bouncing. Mr Harris’ eyes fell to the surprisingly flat front of Morgan’s shorts, he’d expected to see a pendulum like one from a grandfather clock swinging side to side in Morgan’s baggy shorts. “Can I pick again?” Drew asked as Morgan stood a foot way Drew’s eyes were only just pec level with Morgan, and Drew was at least 6'2. Mr Harris desperately wanted to ask how tall Morgan was, he remembered wanting to ask the second he saw Morgan ducking into his class at the start of the year. “No” Morgan ordered in reply to Drew’s plea With one massive hand Morgan forced Drew onto the floor, his ass crashed to the ground and he was forced up against Mr Harris’ desk. “Please, no this today…” Drew begged Mr Harris realised as the clock hit 35 pass the hour that Morgan had decided to tick skull fucking off the list of sex acts that they had to cover this year. Though Mr Harris wouldn’t complain about being on the receiving end of Morgan’s sexual fury he understood Drew’s worry. With one hand holding the desk in place Morgan used his free hand to heave out the largest, fattest most scary looking soft cock that anyone in the class had seen. Though Mr Harris was sure every male in the class had run away from that beast as it swung ahead of Morgan in the locker room after gym class. “So Morgan has decided to show us a good skull fucking……” Mr Harris started to narrate as Morgan begun to stuff Drew’s mouth full of his hardening horse dick Drew gripped the legs of the desk as his head was bounced off the hardwood, his throat already bulging. Morgan’s hips started to work, pulling a jaw breaking 6 inches of his cock out of Drew’s mouth before slamming it back in. Drew spluttered and gagged, Morgan just grinned ear to ear. He was muttering under his breath. He was talking about things that Mr Harris knew couldn’t be true. How could Drew cram Morgan into a locker, for one Morgan was way too large for a locker. Mr Harris wasn’t sure what a Chronivac was, but it seemed that Morgan had set it to do various things through this hour to get back at Drew. Mr Harris would have a word with Morgan about bullying after class, though he still couldn’t imagine Drew giving Morgan a wet willy, he’d need a step ladder, but then again as Morgan fucked Drew’s throat like he owned it Mr Harris realised maybe a wet willy meant something different now days.
  20. Hey, if you want to touch them, do it, I won’t stop you. No, it’s still me under all of this…just huge and improved. Of course I’m still the geek you fell in love with, I still like Star Trek, I still want to play Magic with you and I will still cuddle with you while watching Alien for the tenth time. It’s just that now I’ll do all of it with two hundred pounds of pure muscle mass on me. Well, it feels absolutely fantastic! I admit, I was scared when I took the stuff, it felt as if my body would rupture my skin for a second or so. But then the burning stopped and I got heavier and stronger each passing moment. Yeah, my face has changed too, hasn’t it? Good, I feared that I was unrecognizable, but I seem to have kept my overall appearance, just much more masculine and lantern jawey. Yes, that is a word I just made up, but look at me, I never knew that with a few improvements I could look this… good. Don’t worry, I still love you, no matter how I look like. And once we are home I will show that to you. Oh, we have time for films later, but this body also has much greater… needs than before. I think it’s the hormones or that my… package has also been significantly improved. By quite a margin. You will see. And feel. Hm, I guess you could take the stuff too if you really wanted too. But you don’t have to do that for me. In my eyes you are already perfect. I didn’t take it because I wanted to be more attractive to you, but because it has been my lifelong dream to look like this. Well, I guess I can’t stop you if you want it this bad as well. It’s in my cum now, so that should be no problem. Oh yeah, didn’t I mention that? The amount I can give you should be enough, if you are really up to it. Actually, it will probably be too much for you to handle at first, but I think that will change. Okok, then let’s drive home, I see that you want both me and a giant load of muscle-bull-making cum from my giant balls, but first touch those huge peaks and pecs of mine. I need that really badly right now. Of course. I love you too!
  21. “God Stan, are you just going to stew in your own juices all day” Martin complained seeing his roommate lounging on the couch again Stan just shrugged his wide shoulders, a hand rubbing at the ridges of his ripped abs. He was spread out on the sofa in just his underwear, the same pair he’d been wearing for several days. They probably reeked, and looked near to falling apart. Small holes having appeared throughout the fabric, the strain of holding back the gigantic horse cock Stan had been gifted pulling it apart at the seams. Martin wondered how much money he could make if he started stealing the clothes Stan was ruining on a daily basis and sold them online. Enough to make rent at least. Martin passed Stan, ignoring the hulking beast as he let out a burp which shook the entire room. He moved to the small kitchen on the far side of the open plan apartment, the mess from Stan’s breakfast, lunch and last nights dinner was littered around the kitchen. Stan ate nothing but junk food, last night being two X-large meat feast pizzas. Yet he was still a mountain of chiselled muscle. Of course nothing to do with Stan’s body was natural. About six months ago Stan had been working as a factory worker at some chemical plant. Unlike Martin who’d been to college and got himself a decent paying office job, Stan had barely made it out of high school and had been working for minimum wage since he was 18. Stan had been at the plant for just over a year and was actually doing pretty well. It was keeping him busy and giving him responsibility. Martin had noticed that Stan had been cleaning up more and looking after himself better, the nearly 30 year old had finally grown up. Then the accident happened. A vat of something had fallen over, covering Stan in thick green goo. He’d been quarantined by the company and the CDC had been called in, even the FBI got involved, something to do with biological weapons. A couple weeks later Stan returned to their shared apartment a different man. He was tall, having to duck through doorways, built like a bull and hung like one too. The chemicals had mutated his DNA. From how Stan had described it to Martin it sounded like the chemicals had washed his DNA of all the bad stuff and left him as human perfection. His gut had vanished, his greasy hair was gone and his high risk of heart disease was a thing of the past. But his old lazy left had made a return. While the FBI investigated the spill Stan had been put on medical leave with full pay and there was talk of a massive pay out from the company. So Stan had just been laying around eating junk, playing video games and stripping the paint off the walls in his bedroom with all the cum he was coating them in. The guy was shooting like a cannon. Martin hated it, Stan had been gifted the body of a god and all he could do was jerk off and get rank with sweat. He didn’t pick up after himself at all, Martin had even had too venture into Stan’s room to gather his clothes up to wash so that Stan wouldn’t be walking around naked all the time. There was only so much meaty cock slapping Martin could listen too. It wasn’t that Stan was a bad guy, he always got Martin food when he ordered in. He’d always been respectful of Martin’s space, he’d never let his mess spread into Martin’s room. Martin had even found his own clothes which Martin had left drying on the rack neatly folded in his room once or twice. Martin knew these small actions were all to keep him sweet, it was Martin’s apartment after all and Stan didn’t want to get kicked out. Even if Stan was now a stud he was still a shy and massively introverted loner who’s only friend was Martin. Martin spent the rest of the night picking up after Stan, throwing out trash and cleaning the kitchen. Stan had vanished to his room, the sound of flesh slapping echoing through the door. Stan had broken his bed last month, his thick muscle ass grinding into the mattress as he jerked off that splintered the slats beneath it and the entire frame came crashing down. The ruined wooden frame was still in the room, Stan being too lazy to throw it out, not that he wasn’t strong enough to lift it now. Martin finished his cleaning, he knew it would be just a messy tomorrow night. He fell onto the sofa, his body collapsed into the imprint that Stan’s thick ass and wide back had made. Martin was sure the sofa’s frame was bent or broken from the weight of Stan’s heavy muscles. He turned the TV over to something he’d watch and not reruns of some science fiction show Stan liked when there was a massive crash from Stan’s room. Martin shot out of the sofa, having to throw himself out of Stan’s imprint. He was a few steps from the door when it swung open. The tops of two massive pecs only just visible at the edge of the door frame. Rows of cinder block sized abs dominated the view ahead of Martin. It was Stan, suddenly bigger and thicker than before. His cock was now soft and hanging like a baseball bat between two thighs which were each the size of Martin. Stan’s face appeared at the top of the door as he bent his legs. He smiled weakly, but looked very worried. Martin was shocked and nearly passed out. The shock was caused by Stan’s size, the passing out from the musk pouring out of Stan’s room, it was thick enough in the air that a knife could cut it. “Martin” Stan asked, his voice deeper then before “Could you call that doctor from the CDC….” Stan suddenly grew a little bigger, his head banged into the door frame and the entire apartment shook. Martin stepped back, his phone already out and his fingers rushing to dial the CDC number he’d memorised in case of any medical issue with Stan, not that sudden growth was ever mentioned as a side effect. “Ouch” Stan said rubbing his head, pulled away from the door, leaving just his abs and cock for Martin to look at. Stan groaned again, the CDC leaving Martin to wait in a queue, elevator music playing. “Uh oh” Stan said, he sounded pained “I think its happening again” The room shook as Stan’s head grew into the ceiling.
  22. “Hey, are you Tai?” Wyatt asked the stick thin Asian boy in the bright yellow top. He’d jogged after him down the street. He was sure the guy had hurried his walk out of fear of the 6'4 platinum blond jock chasing after him. Wyatt forgot how intimidating he was sometimes.But than Tai looked more like a middle schooler than the college student Wyatt knew he was. Tai stared up at him with wide scared eyes and nodded. His bundle of books shaking in his hands. “Oh good, I’m Wyatt” he offered a hand, which Tai took with his own tiny fist “I heard you do tutoring, I really need some help” “Oh” Tai replied, some of visible nervousness vanishing “Yea, I can help, I charge hourly though” Wyatt smiled and nodded down to the barely 5'5 black haired boy “Yea I can pay, if you’re free tonight” “I’m actually free now, if you want to get started” Tai asked “Do you have your stuff” “Yea in my bag” Wyatt said excited and relieved his shoulder bag bouncing off his hip Wyatt hugged his new pint sized tutor “Thank you, thank you” He’d been desperate, his grades were terrible. This gratefulness made him forget himself, across the street a gym buddy, a brick wall of chocolate muscle, gave him a confused look, which Wyatt ignored. Tai’s face was pressed between Wyatt healthy pec shelf, Wyatt’s thick arms bear hugging him a little too hard. Before Wyatt could end the hug someone somewhere made a wish that completely changed history. Suddenly every stereotype concerning Black people Asians and was switched and made completely true. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Wyatt inhaled deeply, his nostril full of the musky scent of Tai. He quickly pulled himself away when he realised he’d had his face between Tai overdeveloped pec shelf for a little too long during their hug. Though Tai hadn’t hugged back, his thickly muscled arms had just been held away from Wyatt, he appeared slightly embarrassed by it all. Wyatt noticed the black boy across the street moving as quickly as he could. His tiny frame hurried escaping the vicinity of Tai the campus Asian Bull. “Sorry about the hug” Wyatt mentioned Tai just smiled and gave Wyatt a thumbs up, his bicep bulging. “It’s cool little man” his voice boomed, so deep you couldn’t even hear the local girls panties dropping “So you want to come back to mine” Wyatt blushed, he was little worried about being alone with Tai in his place. He knew of Tai’s reputation. “Ummmm, ok” Wyatt said a little reluctant Tai offered Wyatt his bundle of books and said “Come on you know what my tutoring would cost you” Wyatt nodded and took the monster Asian’s book. Tai started down the street, his long legs quickly causing Wyatt to fall behind. The sight of Tai’s well formed thick muscle butt pressed tightly against the Asian’s jeans caused Wyatt to blush. He remembered his buddies joking about how big and round Asian boy’s asses were, though they never said it in front of an Asians. They didn’t want to get punched through a wall for being a racist. “Here we are” Tai announced stopping outside a very nice townhouse “Wow” Wyatt said “I know right, an Asian living in a white neighbourhood” he chuckled deeply Wyatt noted that Tai left his door unlocked, but then who would steal from Tai, the guy was the biggest Asian he’d ever seen. “Dump your books on the table” Tai said pointing to a large dining room table “And email me and essays and stuff later, so I can get a sense of your writing style” Wyatt nodded, he knew what Tai considered tutoring to be wasn’t tutoring to anyone else. Tai would write all your essays and you’d get great grades, exams were up to you, though he’d offer a study plan. The guy was genius, he was on an academic scholarship for physics, the guy was meant to be the next Einstein, just one who could bench press over 300lbs. Wyatt did as told and tried not to choke on the smell of muscle and sweat that hung in the air. He also tried not to pay attention to the piles of unwashed clothes and even torn clothes that littered the large living area. He did though stare with awe at the weight bench that had a bar bending under the weight of the plates that Tai had loaded onto it. Tai suddenly reappeared, now shirtless. His heavy pecs bouncing as he walked with a two naked girls tossed onto either shoulder, a bundle of clothes in one hand. He passed Wyatt and dumped the girls and their clothes outside the front door. He returned and noticed Wyatt’s confused face. “Oh, I tutor those two” he said not even explaining why he’d just dumped two very well fucked girl outside He then undid this jeans and forced them down his tree trunk legs. He was going commando and to Wyatt the world went into slow motion as the campus legend flopped out. Tai just gave his oversized bull nuts as scratch and smirked. “10 inches soft” he explained “And 13 hard, when you suck me off the closer your chin gets to hitting my nuts the closer you get to an A+” Wyatt just gulped, he knew having Tai as tutor was going to be struggle, but he’d never thought the stories would be true. Though he’s seen so many Asian men naked, he knew they were all part horse. Tai took a seat on his sofa and spread his legs wide. His cock hung over the edge of the cushions. He turned his tv and games console on, his controller in hand and the music of Star Wars started up. “I’m gonna play some Battlefront and you’re gonna milk my dick” he ordered, not even looking at Wyatt “If you well then you’ll spend the night as my cum dump and you’ll get the perfect grade you want” Wyatt without a word stripped, he felt scrawny in presence of the sculptured muscles of Tai. He sunk between Tai’s legs and stared at the Asian’s horse cock in its massive helmet head. Wyatt started to lick the soft wrist fat cock. It began to harden after a few long lick of Wyatt’s tongue. Wyatt started to work Tai’s churning bull balls with his hands, each nut nearly too big for Wyatt’s fists. “Good” Tai said with a slight moan Wyatt smiled, but then Tai’s hand wrapped around his head and forced his open mouth down on the baseball bat sized dick. “Better” Tai said Wyatt spluttered, trying to force himself down the cock so he could get at least a B on his next paper.
  23. “Thanks for saving me” Charlie said to the taxi driver after shouting the name of a hotel at him “Its ok, looked like you needed saving” the driver said trying not to laugh at the shaken musclebound stud in the back seat “Yea… they just went crazy, clawing at me” Charlie said, using his thickly muscled arms to hide his bare broad chest “They tore my shirt off” The driver looked at Charlie in the rear view mirror. His eyes tracing the curve of Charlie’s thick shoulders and rounded pecs. The guy was a real specimen, no wonder the girls had wanted a piece of him. The traffic cleared and the driver turned his attention to the road. “Does that happen a lot” the driver asked Charlie shook his head, his styled hair bouncing a little and his dark sunglasses falling down his perfectly shaped nose a little. “No, its never happened” Charlie said confused The big stud’s eyes were looking down at his pecs, slowly each bounced, like he was testing them out. His arms held out in front of himself and slowly twitching and flexing. The driver caught sight of this display, he wondered if the heartthrob was high. It looked like he’d never seen his own body before. “You ok” the driver asked Charlie nodded, a hand running down his abs and down to his crotch. “Jesus Christ” Charlie exclaimed, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses The driver had to swerve out the way of another car as his looked back to see Charlie staring down at his bulging jeans, both hands cradling the basket between his thick thighs. “Sorry, sorry” Charlie said quickly, noticing the chaos he just caused He kept looking back down to his crotch, a cocky smile appearing on his perfect face. The big guy went quiet for a while, letting the taxi driver just drive. Charlie had finished feeling himself up, his attention still partly on his own crotch. He kept pushing this meaty thighs together to get the bulge to bounce a little. The rest of his attention was on the small necklace he wore. A highly decorated cross sat trapped between his rock hard pecs. Charlie pulled it free and held it between his fingers. He muttered quietly “The women said this would grant my wish…” The driver’s focused on the road and didn’t see Charlie take the necklace off. Suddenly the big muscled stud wasn’t sitting in the back of the taxi anymore, some skinny blond guy was. His flat chest and flabby gut bare to the air, his baggy jeans not full to the brim with muscle and cock meat. Charlie squeaked in shock, his voice now high pitched. Before the driver would turn to see what was wrong he got the necklace back on and leaned his broad muscled shoulder into the car seat with a sigh of relief. “We are here” the driver announced as the taxi stopped outside a slightly run down hotel The driver guessed the big stud was a student backpacking, he looked like he could be the right age. Though the squared jawed hunk could be in his late 20s, he just had one of those youthful yet manly faces, and bodies. Charlie tossed a handful of money into the front seat, twice what he needed to pay. He climbed out the taxi, the sun glittering off his tanned skin. He was still playing with the cross and was deep in thought. “I wanted to be a heartthrob, to be irresistible” Charlie was muttering The taxi driver laughed as he watched Charlie’s firm muscle ass vanish into the hotel, a gang of beautiful women already starting to follow him. The poor lug obvious to the pack of horny girls soon to get their claws into him.
  24. Pete or ‘Squirt’ as he was quickly becoming known around campus was regretting pledging at the Zeta Alpha Zeta Fraternity, they were the jocks and preppy alphas of the college. He was only being considered for the frat because of how wealthy his dad was. The nickname though had come around the first night, the brothers got all the pledges to line up and Pete had stupidly stood next to a basketball player and a brick shit house who’d just joined the football as a linebacker. The brother’s laughed at him, but the linebacker who was Pete’s roommate and decent guy called Drake said 'Leave the squirt alone’, and the nickname stuck. Pete wasn’t stupid so he embraced the name and took all the mocking and humiliation that the brothers dished out. It worked, Pete’s money and thick skin got a lot of attention and the brothers accepted him along with a bunch of the hottest guys in freshmen year into the frat. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt wasn’t even on Dionysus’ radar when the god of wine arrived at one of Zeta House’ legendary parties. He was pretty impressed by the Zeta boys set up, they’d converted their house’s huge dining room into a makeshift bar, and Dionysus would be posing as the bartender for the night. But the little nerd quickly got the gods attention, everyone else in the frat were already frat boys, Squirt messed with the demographic of Dionysus new priests. He needed guys who were ready to party, who loved to drink and loved sex, little Squirt needed to change. He looked idiotic in the baggy red Zeta shirt, the frat only made the shirts in large and X-large, they didn’t expect a little guy to ever wear one. “Here you go little guy” Dionysus smiled He handed Squirt a large glass, a golden liquid filled it to the brim. “I didn’t order anything” Squirt said confused Dionysus leaned in “I’m doing you a favour, you’re a frat boy now, you need to start drinking, or your new brothers might regret bringing you into the frat" Squirt thought for a second, Dionysus continued to smile almost worried that Squirt wasn’t gonna drink it, but the little nerd downed the glass in one go. Dionysus smirked and moved back to his bar tending, proud at how quick the kid had downed that drink, his new temple would be in good hands. Squirt leaned against the bar, his arms draped along it. He watched his new brothers drink and dance with the dozens of sorority girls they’d invited. He cracked his neck, it felt like his back was straighter, making him feel taller. The bar seemed to be moving further down his back, a second later his bony ass was resting on it. He’d gone from leaning to sitting on the bar a minute after downing Dionysus’ drink. His shoes stretched as they caught up with his new height. His jeans shrunk into shorts, barely making it halfway down his skinny thighs. The Zeta shirt was still baggy on him, but it stopped above his bellybutton. Showing off his flabby stomach. He didn’t notice it however, he was focused on the party, making sure everything was OK. “Party, Drink, Fuck, Party, Drink, Fuck” a voice chanted This was the party part, he was resting before throwing himself into the fray. He’d mingle, he’d wing man, he’d hookup, then he’d fuck. The drinking would happen throughout. He involuntarily gripped the bar as the bones in his hands snapped into a larger shape, the wood splintered slightly as change spread up from the reshaping bones. His forearms thickened and his biceps bulged, his skin tanned and the arms of the Zeta shirt faded from reality. Every new swollen muscle flexed, like they were getting used to their sudden size. “You cut the arms off before even putting the shirt on” a voice explained “You do that for every shirt, why hide your godly arms” the voice continued His small thighs started to spasm, each movement made the thigh grow. The muscle fibres stretching and thickening, his calves were the same. By the end his thighs looked to be permanently flexed, so thick and well shaped. “Always wear shorts, if you swim wear speedo, show off your legs” a voice commanded “And never wear underwear” Squirt smiled and ran his new large hand over his flabby waist, his fingers running over the skin beneath the waist of his jean shorts, he never wore underwear since he worked out how to use his cock. His touch jolted his stomach muscles to life and the fat melted from his torso, the skin darkening to a golden tan, complete without tan lines. “Always tan naked” a voice cooed His abs popped through the skin, two, four, six. His adonis belt appeared as the fat melted. His stomach and waist was tight and ripped, fitting in with his long muscled arms and legs. His Zeta shirt started to fill up as his shoulders packed on pounds of muscle and his chest inflated into two hard slabs of pec meat. “Got to have big show muscles” a voice echoed through Squirt’s head As Squirt’s body changed his mind changed with it. Expert skill at beer pong, playlist mixing and that ability to down any drink faster than anyone else replaced everything to do with college, with literature, with a life outside of the frat. “You belong to Zeta, you are Zeta” a voice explained “An everlasting student, always and forever a frat boy” Squirt was immortal now, he smiled as that dawned on him. He would party, drink and fuck forever, always having a fresh flock of teens to bring into the voices influence. He knew the voice’s name now, it was his god Dionysus. Squirt turned and the barmen winked at him, Dionysus poured out a drink and then dropped a shot of something into it. “You’re missing two things Squirt” Dionysus said both from his barmen body and inside Squirt’s head “A face and cock worthy of that body” Squirt downed the drink and pulled Dionysus in for a kiss, the god allowed it, he had made it Squirt’s instinct after all. Once the frat boy finished every drink he’d mouth fuck the nearest hottie, and Dionysus had to admit Squirt was a good kisser, and the god hadn’t even changed that skill yet. “Thanks master” Squirt cooed, his voice dropping an octave half way through Dionysus winked and left Squirt to it. He’d make a good high priest the god thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt pulled at his jeans, the zipper straining against his now monstrous cock. His face had just finished cracking into a new shape. It was confident, chiseled and very frat boy looking. A couple girls passed and giggled. Squirt winked at them, he was living up to his name, Squirt made the girls squirt. He would have been called stretch, but his frat brothers didn’t know how big his cock was and how much it would stretch their straight virgin holes till after they’d named him. Those memories weren’t real though, a clever way for Dionysus to make the frat easier to control, nothing better than a big fat cock fucking you to bring you into line. “Hey big man” Drake shouted over the music as he looked up at Squirt “Hey” Squirt slapped him on the back as Drake leaned against the bar next to him His big hand slid down Drake’s body and cupped his sculptured ass. “Very nice, won’t have to do much work with his one” Dionysus echoed through Squirts head Soon all the frat will be hearing Dionysus, all Squirt needed to do was fuck them for real, not like the fake memories Dionysus had implanted to spread the knowledge that Squirt was the big man on campus. Drake looked up a little nervously at Squirt, his own arm wrapped around Squirt’s waist. “Come with me” Squirt ordered and he led Drake out of the main room The frat house was slowly changing as Dionysus used the last of his power to take it over. Photos changed from grinning preppy frat boys, too near naked playful party animals. The first floor rooms morphed into party rooms, like the entire frat house was just for drinking and music. Every frat boy wore the cut-off Zeta shirt like Squirt did, six packs being a new requirement for pledging. Squirt took Drake by the hand and brought him up the stairs to his room. Squirt had never slept in his room, but it reflected the fake memories that Dionysus created. The bed was coated in sweat and cum, the room reeked of long hours of sex. “Strip” Squirt ordered Drake pulled off his jeans and tossed his shirt to the floor, Squirt smiled. Dionysus appeared in the corner, the god was eager to watch his priest make his first conversion, he could already feel his power growing as Drake’s desire to get fucked grew. Squirt pushed Drake onto the bed, the big football player fell onto it like he weighed nothing. Squirt quickly stripped and pulled Drake’s thick legs wider apart. The bed creaked as Squirt moved onto it, his monster swelling and already dripping with pre-cum. Other frat brothers made their way into Squirt’s room, it was the inner sanctum of Dionysus’ temple now. Some started to worship Squirt, a couple joined Dionysus at his perch and kissed his hands and arms. “This might hurt” Squirt explained, stroking Drake’s hair affectionately, he then gripped Drake’s hair fiercely “Who am I kidding, this is gonna tear you apart”
  25. Chad had just transferred to his new high-school and he was already confused by the student body’s fascination with Berty Williams. Berty was tiny, a speck of a person. Around 5f6 and as skinny as anything. He was spotty and sickly looking. Berty’s eyes were this abnormal green, but he hid them behind sunglasses all the time. Chad though was confused by how people treated him, the nerds acted like he was god. Girls sighed and fawned after him, and the jocks were terrified. Chad acted like he normally did, like the cocky jock he was. He’d made jokes about Berty and his odd rule over the school, his fellow jocks reacted with surprising horror and distanced themselves from Chad. He thought nothing of it till he found out that word about his disrespect had got back to Berty. The corridor cleared and Chad found himself alone facing Berty. The little nerd gestured to a restroom door. Chad snorted and followed Berty into the restroom. Berty smiled and started undressing, Chad laughed bemused as Berty revealed his skinny chest. Berty’s miniscule cock and balls got the loudest laugh from the much better endowed Chad. “What are you doing” Chad asked still laughing Berty just continued to smile, his eyes though flashed green behind his sunglasses. “I’m showing you why I’m in charge” Berty grinned Chad sniggered “Really…well all I can see is a baby dick” Berty’s face flushed red “You may regret that” “Oh, is this a you won’t like me when I’m angry sort of thing” Chad teased Berty grinned and groaned as his body started to ripple. His bones cracked as they inched taller, his muscles bloating with thicker fibres. Berty’s skin tanned and cleared. His greasy hair retracted into his scalp, leaving a short crew cut. Chad backed up against the wall as the nerd grew into a towering hulk. Berty’s feet flexed as they spread over the floor tiles. His legs rippled as the muscles pulsed larger. Berty’s tiny cock bobbed as it grew, more inches piling onto the measly manhood. His balls were pulled lower as they swelled and his hand gave them a quick squeeze. Berty stepped towards Chad as his body refined itself, his fat percentage dropped, his pubes grew thicker and stubble spread over his jaw. “This is why I’m in charge” Berty smirked, his voice deep and commanding Chad just nodded, his entire body shaking. “Whenever I want I can grow into all this” He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose “I get to be small little Berty and get to see how people really are, then I grow into Bert and teach then how they should act, usually I fuck their girl or give them a little beating…” Chad was sweating, melting under Bert’s gaze. Bert slapped his meaty dick against his big hand. “But you don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t want to break that pretty face…so I hope you understand how things are in MY school” Bert smiled “Or I may have to use this thing on you” Chad nodded and sped out of the restroom, Bert laughed to himself as his muscles began to deflate.
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