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  1. Muscleace

    Cockblocked

    “Ok, I’m going to try commando first,” Jayden said as he pulled up his blue gym shorts. “Yeah. Go ahead bro. Nothin’ is goign to happen,” said Ron, his friend, skeptically. Jayden had told Ron that he ran into a witch that cursed him for bragging about how big his dick was. Ron knew Jayden had always been a womanizer and show off, but saying his penis has gotten even bigger was taking his cockiness to a whole new level. Ron was about to make one of his usual sarcastic remarks, but then his eyes went wide. The front of his friend’s pants started to tent out much more than normal. Jayden and Ron have seen each other naked several times, usually involving a three way with a girl they picked up at a bar. The bulge in his shorts was much bigger than the one he was used to seeing stuffed in Jayden’s jeans. “Woah…” Ron stared slack-jawed at Jayden’s new endowment. “Yeah man. Every time I put something on, it grows. The bitch said that I’ll never be able to fit into pants again. I love having a big dick, but I can’t go out like this. Plus, it’ll scare all the chicks away at the club.” “How big do you think it is?” Ron inquired. “I don’t know. It just feels bigger.” “It looks like it is over a foot long. Have you tried wearing anything else?” Jayden nodded. “Bro, I have tried everything.” A mischievous smirk crossed Ron’s face, “Let’s try anyway.” Jayden shrugged and swapped his gym shorts for some spandex-like briefs. Just like his gym shorts, his bulge grew larger until the head of his swollen cock was visible. “See? Everything. Even spandex can’t hide it.” Ron nodded, “Try your jockstrap.” Jayden complied. Although his cock didn’t look as long this time, it definitely was thicker this time too. “I can’t even stuff it in there,” Jayden whined. “What about just your regular undies?” Jayden’s cheeks flushed. He threw on the only pair of white boxer briefs he had. His cock became so larger that it had to snake upwards towards his hip and so thick that it pulled the fabric around it. “Dude. Nothing is going to work,” he said as he pulled down his shorts, frustrated. “Can you please go out and find this bitch to make her undo it. Her name is Karri and she was at Club Smartini.” Ron stood up and nodded. “No problem dude. What are bros for?” Jayden got into his bed. “Thanks bro. I guess I’m stuck here.” Ron smiled, “Don’t worry. I’ll find her and be back in a snap.” Ron was out the door and headed to the club as fast as he could. What was a curse to Jayden, sounded like a blessing to him. And Ron wanted in on it.
  2. MUSCLE DADDY a romantic muscle growth story co-written by @Astromuscle, @canon & @raphi0508, with the inspiration of @Marquis Whew, finally I am back I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended cause it got out he was taking roids. As I unpacked my belongings, before I had to attend my first class this afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it was to live with my old roommate. He was 5ft11 and weighed 200lbs at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge. In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40lbs of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 270lbs and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, arms getting bigger and more defined, chest getting puffier. I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay. He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got many mental images to help me jack off to. Pumped muscle, huge roid gut, and thankfully the roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them he was huge, at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed., I wish I had gotten the chance to feel the large cock, make it inflate, and cup those large balls in my hand. Maybe the college found out about his steroid abuse because it got to be too obvious. As he left we promised each other we would stay in contact, but life came in my way and I had to earn money during summer. Now the new and hopefully last college year has started, but I am sure I will find some time to meet him again soon. I wonder if he continued to grow in the meantime. I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hope that I will have enough time before my new roommate arrives, to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Maybe my new roommate is a small dweeb, then my hard on would probably go down fast enough he wouldn’t see it. Suddenly some knocks on the door made me jump up surprised. Even more so I was shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I saw in my life until now. The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. Each arm was carrying suitcases that were making his forearms bulge, each muscle standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up his arms, huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, a muscle hoody hid the rest of the body a little although i could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoodie draping over it, hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping off the shirt to find out. After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you”. I reached out and we shook hands. Damn he has such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, thick muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure, and I could feel weight lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hands and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back is so wide and that ass looks so hard, where do I stare...I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to shove my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed I noticed my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders, seeing his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. After we both had finally unpacked we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he is here because he got a Football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, like his dad does. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got the good genes of his dad, and expects to start growing bigger soon. The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we have most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we had a sudden shock because we had nearly missed our first class While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old room mate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark had been in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smile confidently at me, turning to give me a better view., “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though he is much bigger.” Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I used far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class. During the year, we got even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he was also straight. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he knows I’m gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to workout together after Mark mentioned he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of it. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts growing more athletic myself and began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition. Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he would stroll around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked into the bathroom for a shower. During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my word the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym, where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god. As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I would want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind taken up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God does he realize that I’m gay? ...to be continued...
  3. The guys spend their first night together, and it's unforgettable for both. Hope you enjoy. It's a long chapter and it took quite a long time to write, considering I have nerve damage in my left hand, and can't type for shit any more. So any typos that slipped by me, I apologise in advance. Link to Previous Chapters: HERE Chapter 6: First Night When Aaron phoned his Ma to say he wouldn’t be home that night, there was a little concern in her voice. How could this be happening after just one day of knowing his new employer and his massive son? Ma had insisted he take precautions, just to be on the safe side. But Aaron assured her that the Fogles were very nice people, and that they had nothing but the highest regard for Aaron. That seemed to satisfy her, and so she wished him well. After dinner, Drew made himself scarce for the night. He was good like that. George had polished off what was left of the takeout and then sweetly led his new boyfriend to his bedroom. The room was spacious enough; typically the room of a young man obsessed with bodybuilding. “Wow it’s like a gym in here,” exclaimed Aaron, in reaction to seeing all the weight sets and workout equipment. “They’re mostly for decoration, sweetie. I’ve outgrown them. I do all my bodybuilding training in the Junkyard. I’ll take you there tomorrow, to see a real workout,” said the gigantic muscle-god. Then… George scooped Aaron up in his mighty arms and pulled him close. With such a huge chest in the way, George had to lift Aaron higher in order to plant a kiss on his cute lips. The kiss ran for almost a minute as the two men exchanged oral juices and got a right taste for one another. Aaron instantly grew hard. Heck, from now on he’d only have to glimpse George out of the corner of his eye in order to get irresistibly aroused. The god’s muscle scent was everywhere, and once a regular mortal got wind of it, it would be impossible not to get a throb-fuck of an erection. “You know what I love more than bodybuilding?” George spoke softly as he nuzzled Aaron’s cute face like a little kid might his puppy. Aaron didn’t mind in the slightest. It was amazing that such a huge and powerful man could show such tenderness. “You actually love something more than bodybuilding?” Aaron raised an inquisitive eyebrow and felt a bit dreamy as blood that should have been going to his brain was diverted to his monster cock. “Heh heh, not really. I love bodybuilding beyond reason, little Aaron. But I love muscle worship just as much. I don’t have many friends. A bodybuilder’s life can be a lonely one. It’s a vocation, right? But now I have you to worship me unconditionally, yes?” With a playfully smug smile — which caused delicious dimples to appear on each of his cheeks — George brought up his arms into a double biceps pose and cracked out a blinding eruption of size, hardness, definition and utter veiny goodness. His muscle peaks blasted upwards and outwards, massive boulders forming of each rock-hard globe of pulsing power. And as he concentrated and applied further effort, each bicep split into two; as though another bicep formed over the former, equally hard, huge and bursting with veins inside of which his altered blood coursed and fed every muscle fibre with unabashed gluttony. A gluttony of growth and nothing but. “Fuck, you gotta worship these guns. Hell, they’re up over my fists now when I flex. Wow!” George’s awe at his own muscle-growth was addictive. “Oh George, your arms,” gasped Aaron, almost plaintively. It was as though all this was too soon and too much for Aaron to absorb so quickly. But he would persevere. He had a massively bodybuilt boyfriend, who was nowhere done with bodybuilding his incredible muscle-bod anytime soon. Mirrors throughout George’s bedroom allowed him to view himself at pretty much every angle, and so he used these to full advantage. “Wow, I think I can crank up their bigness even further, sweetie,” he said, feeling full and well that he could easily flex himself huger. “You don’t mind if I growl a little, do you?” “Er no… but what will that do?” said Aaron, half-speaking/half-groaning because he was just so horny. “I guess it helps me become more focused and determined to grow when I’m flexing for guys. Shit, before I flex huger, little Aaron, I think I’ll need to get out of these shorts before they explode. I’m growing my junk, too. These shorts won’t survive much longer. I’ll need a trigger to grow, too. Your exposed button-fly EBF jeans… dance a little in them. Put your thumbs into the ripped waistband and sorta tug it out a little.” Aaron did as he was told, although it didn’t at all feel like he was being bossed around by the giant before him, who must have been pushing 7’ in height. He blushed a little as he tried the sexiest dance he could, although his movements were stilted and not fluid. Aaron didn’t seem to mind. “Aw cool, little Aaron. Now twist your hips a little so that the silver buttons down the front of your jeans catch the light.” George grew harder and harder, so that his button-fly shorts tented out to thread-popping proportions. Cotton began to give way and come apart in places. He lowered his huge biceps, which began to cramp a little under their own sheer weight and mass. And as Aaron performed his ‘sexy’ dance further, George adopted a ‘relaxed’ muscle pose, his hands and elbows bowed outward from his sides for fear of ‘strangling’ his lats to death if the mighty muscle-wings didn’t have space to ‘breathe’. In this pose he looked truly beautiful; a classic bodybuilding pose exaggerated to the point of anatomical science-fiction. “Aw you’re so cute and sexy, little Aaron. I’m so turned on right now. Think I’ll bounce my monster-sized pectorals and work some juice into them. Show me your come-gutters by lowering your ruined waistband, and expose a little bush, too.” “Happy to oblige,” Aaron half-gasped. His own jeans tented out at the front as his dick hardened to maximum. He wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer. Being of very low body fat and muscle definition, Aaron’s anatomy was clearly defined in the light of a room inhabited by a huge muscle-god. George’s body blocked and refracted so much light as he moved and posed, that depending on where he stood (or stomped) in the room, light could be sent scattering in all directions. It was cool. It gave the experience of being with a man like George Fogle a somewhat surreal feel to it. “Aw… you’re all that I want in a boyfriend, little Aaron. Look at you. You got me so hard. Undo your fly so I can hear the ‘duhd-duhd-duhd” of the buttons getting pulled through the buttonholes. I love that. Then do up your fly again, only adjust your cock to make it look like it’s forcing the flies apart of its own accord.” If George’s instructions were less than succinct, then it served only to fortify his fetish for exposed button jeans as an essential muscle-growth trigger. Aaron was so turned on. Heck, if George had asked him to run across a bed of hot coals, he’d have done so, if it meant the huge bodybuilder becoming even bigger. “I love this… little Aaron; I love what you being here does for my body. You’re making me bodybuild beyond reason. So much bodybuilding. Look at me… let’s have some fun with all this crazy muscle-growth!” As he spoke, his denim shorts began to really come apart now. Neither of them cared; they welcomed it wholly. A most-muscular pose — fuelled by more playful growling — caused an insane amount of further muscle-growth to almost burst out of his skin. His body generated more and more networks of veins in order to better feed all this new flesh with the nutrients to grow. They stood out across his muscles, darkly fat and greedily gorged. Stretch marks formed crazy earthquake patterns all over, but they quickly disappeared; he was far too powerful and beautiful to be scarred permanently in such a fashion. “I have an idea to grow further, my darling, gorgeous Aaron,” said George, bouncing his considerable pec-meats and marveling at how much heavier they’d become in such a short time-span. Aaron couldn't wait to see this happen. George bounded across his room to a closet. The floor creaked under his weight; his dad would have to get some sort of columns built downstairs to stop the floor from breaking. “Hey Dad,” he hollered confidently and happily. “You need to reinforce the floor. I’m absolutely HUGE!!!” There was no answer from Drew, although usually at this time, if he wasn’t entertaining a male visitor, he’d be getting off to his own muscles and/or watching porn through headphones. Still, Aaron made a curious face when George pulled a series of huge, leather belts from his closet. They were thicker than bodybuilder weight belts, but a lot longer. “Check this out, little hunky Aaron. My dad got these at a car boot sale from a funfair that closed down.”George, almost out of breath from the size his muscles had become so quickly, unraveled the belts and Aaron had never seen belts so long before. George explained: “They belonged to the world’s fattest man (at the time). They get increasingly longer, ‘cos this guy grew to be thousands of pounds from just gorging his face all day. Although, he’s since had surgery and lost over a thousand pounds, and is married with a load of kids, so it worked out well for him. Still… these belts; the first one is 136 inches around. That was when he was still a Slim Jim, but he got way fatter. The second one is 154 inches, and the third is 188 inches. See the measurements clearly printed on each one?” George held out the belts for Aaron to examine. “The biggest conventional bodybuilders rarely get their chests past 65 inches or thereabouts,” Aaron offered. And George couldn’t agree more. Aaron could see where this was going. His dick was slick with precum. In fact, both men were leaking copious amounts all over the floor. The aroma was beyond stimulating. “Let’s try the smallest belt, which was loose on me two days ago when I tried it, flexing and puffing up my upper body to its maximum girth,” said George, and then added: “You’ll have to help me get in on. All I can see when I look down now are massively striated upper muscle-tits. And even when I look down, the effort of doing so causes deeper, sexier and way manlier striations and raw definition to explode out of my gigantic chest. Whew, could the effort of growing bigger actually bring my bodybuilding to a sudden halt, little Aaron?” “Let’s hope not,”answered Aaron as he carely wrapped the belt around George’s titanic torso. It was not easy to do. Aaron’s face was just about level with George’s pecs, now. Oh and they had a glorious, musky smell of sweat to them. The deep, thick bushes beneath his armpits hung with that smell. It was incredible to experience. Grunting with effort and strong horny feelings, Aaron eventually fastened the buckle of the first belt of an ex-fat freak of nature. He just about got the prong through the last hole (or the first hole, depending on how you look at it). “Whew… I barely managed that. I’m such a weakling,” said Aaron, somewhat embarrassed. “I don’t care. I love you just as you are, little man. Right, let’s get this in motion. Gotta time it just right. My dick’s gonna erupt with muscle-come once I do this. Remember, this belt was loose on me two days ago.” George applied a little strain. The belt leather began to squeak and groan in defiance. George began to inflate his upper body with greater zeal. The hole through which the belt prong was inserted began to stretch as the hard metal dug in. “Fuck, your chest is 136 inches. That's more than double the chest size of an Olympian super-heavyweight bodybuilder, George,” Aaron gasped. “Hmm I know. But you’d think that — considering I’m over 1000 lbs, now, that the numbers would be higher — but I can weigh-in at the Junkyard tomorrow and know for sure,” George resolved. He frowned when something occurred to him. Aaron tried to resist rubbing his own dick for fear he’d come too soon. But somehow he resisted. “Why the frowny face all of a sudden?” George relaxed his chest again, so that the leather stopped whining and straining. “I’m puffing up my chest in order to burst out of this belt, right?” Aaron nodded emphatically. “But that just means that I’m pulling air into my lungs and expanding my rib cage in order to destroy this belt. But think about it…” George paused, to allow his muscle-cock to take respite. Aaron actually liked where this was going. He didn’t want to come yet, but rather see more drama added to this glorious spectacle of masculinity at its most engorged and vain. George continued somewhat introspectively… “I want to destroy this belt because my pectorals are getting bigger through sheer force of will and unbridled flexing power. Not by a rib cage expanding ‘cos my lungs are filling up. I need to dial this back, and concentrate on the pec-bellies themselves increasing in mass and volume. Wish this was an exact science, but whatcha gonna do, right?” George widened his stance a little, which was really necessary, because his thighs were fuckin enormous now. Walking with any modicum of finesse was now a thing of the past. But a huge bodybuilder ‘muscle-waddle’ was way sexier than style and grace. Anyway, back to the biggest pecs ever… The massive muscle-god stuck his elbows out a little further, giving his lats just enough room to breathe a little, without actually increasing the girth of his upper body. The death of this belt had to be based on the power of a pair of giant pecs flexing and bursting with unparalleled power and strength. And so George focused all of his energy there, with, perhaps, a little tightening of his cobbled abs to help him focus better. He then opted for a stomach vacuum which created an insanely tapered waspishness to his waist that only made his upper body seem to explode with even more size and beauty. The belt strained and tightened further. The upper and lower pecs were separated so beautifully by the dying strip of leather and metal. He didn’t even have to growl. Had he done so, he’d probably have grown bigger than the Hulk; fuck it, make that a trio of Incredible Hulks combined. The pecs completely ATE the belt. It was as though the pec-meat itself grew over the belt, like how trees can sometimes absorb obstructions into their structures. It was like that. Oh how they bulged and bulged, pulsing with size and ferocious power. “OMIGOD!!!!” Aaron couldn’t believe his eyes. Just when it seemed like the pec-bellies would completely ‘digest’ the belt. The buckle shattered, causing metal and leather to fly. The sound of the buckle breaking was like a bullet going off. Across the loft in his room, Drew paused somberly from his porn and self-adoration and thought that sounded like one of George’s leather belts exploding. He was showing off for his new boyfriend. Showing off… and growing. He smiled contentedly before going back to what he was doing. “Damn it, didn’t come there, although these shorts are soaked with precum. Better take them off,” George said, with a little disappointment. “It’s because there are two more belts to get through, Giant George,” said Aaron, referring to his fella as a giant for the first time. “Yeah, you’re right. There won’t be a come-crescendo until I destroy that third belt. Still have the second one to get through first, though,” said George. Until Aaron did the unexpected. Firstly he got completely naked, which absolutely destroyed the fuck out of George’s shorts. A massive, semi-erect cock — bigger than anything ever seen before — bounced and flopped like a great divining rod before the huge bodybuilder. He still couldn’t see it over his enormous pecs, unless he looked at his awesome form in a mirror. Secondly Aaron took the middle belt and tossed it out a window. But George wasn’t mad; he knew exactly Aaron’s reason for doing this. “Let’s skip right to the third belt then. But wait… that means through flexing power alone, I’m gonna pack on over 50 more inches to my already gigantic chest. That’s a huge amount of growth, even for me. And without visiting the Junkyard either. Not that I’m doubting myself, or nothing, but can I actually do it?” George frowned again, this time deep in thought. “You didn’t know me before this morning, Giant George. I’m your muscle muse. Maybe we can create a new trigger for you; one that will force your most mind-blowing growth ever,” Aaron suggested. But what could that trigger be? Aaron’s own chest was no more than 36 inches or thereabouts; pretty normal for a skinny guy of his size and weight. This meant that George would be growing his upper body by more than Aaron’s entire measurement around. But it was there first night together, and it had to be an unforgettable night between two guys who’d just found each other. Muscle Muse indeed. “Just a thought, Giant George, but what if you can pack major size and volume to not only your muscle-tits, but your nipples, too? That would easily contribute a few extra inches.” George thought about it. He turned to stare at himself in the mirror. The swell of his pecs meant that his nipples pointed ever-downward, unless, of course, he did a lat-spread or brought his arms behind his head in order to crunch his abs massively and explode his quads into diamond hard sex-trunks. Also, the dark crescent moon shadows cast by the huge swell of his lower pecs made his nipples appear almost invisible. He really didn’t want his pecs to outgrow their sexy ‘on-switches’. “Put the biggest belt around me… NOW!!!!” George was suddenly hornier than ever, as he determined to turn a 188-inch belt into ten or so pounds of leather confetti. Groaning with arousal, Aaron positioned the belt and strapped it firmly around the widest part of his chest. He had to bring his arms out further, and also flex his pecs upward to that the nipples pointed outward. This coincided with the belt forming tautly over the nipples, leaving barely an inch of give. “Wow, I think it’s working. Your nipples look like they’re starting to get larger,” Aaron gasped. But it wasn’t enough. There needed to be a further trigger in play. George suggested Aaron play with his own nipples, fully naked, but mindful not to slip on any precum pools on the floor. Sure enough, the beautiful reddish-brown areolas began to grow; reminding Aaron of when you drop water onto blotting paper and the liquid grows as it diffuses through it. But this wasn’t just the extent of the magic. The nipples themselves increased and bulged… and the pecs also began to expand. This is what they both wanted. The belt became tighter and Aaron hurried to loosen the buckle and put the prong into the next hole; then skipping two holes at once; then three. Finally — as George grew bigger and bigger, Aaron barely got the last hole fastened up, before George’s growth subsided. The belt held. But he was HUGE!!! “Sweet Jeebus,” Aaron gasped. Not even the Hulk from the first movie (the one with the biggest Hulk) had muscles anywhere near as big and powerful as George’s muscles now. “So close, and yet… it didn’t work, little Aaron,” George was almost tearful as he spoke. “Are you kidding? Look at the size of you. And your dad’s missing this. Look at the bodybuilder you’ve become. I just want to touch you and grope every inch of your muscles, and drown in throatfuls of your delicious come.” Now it was Aaron’s turn to get tearful. George was monstrously huge now. It was mind-boggling. “But it’s still not enough, little Aaron. It’s not enough. Tweak your nipples further. Please, Aaron… play with your tasty nips some more for me. I know I can do this. I can destroy the belt with your help. You are so gorgeous and sexy. My delicious, naked, little man, with a bulging cock way bigger than a guy of your little stature has any business sporting. But you sport it so well. And I actually wish your dick was so big that you can fuck me so hard, even though I’m a gigantic bodybuilding muscle-hunk.” On the cusp of them both coming, Aaron played with his nipples, causing the beautiful buds to harden and stick out further from his slender chest. He was laved in sweat — as they both were — so his flesh glinted wonderfully in the evening light. “You like me playing with my nipples, Giant George? You like me teasing my little bitch-nips?” Now it was Aaron’s turn to playfully growl. “Oh fuck yeah. Suck in your belly, little Aaron, and turn sideways so your erect bull-dick sticks out further. Pull those nips off yourself. Aw fuck!” Aaron was so obedient. He would have done anything for the bodybuilder. His boyfriend, the big, bulging bodybuilder of so much bodybuilt, bulge-er-ific beauty. And as Aaron could no longer contain his salty load, his body bucked convulsively, and a long, creamy rope burst out of his slit and reached about ten feet across the room, where it came to rest on an electric lamp and instantly began to sizzle. And that was the trigger. George threw his head back and roared as his body generated new strength, size and power… and especially new nipples; bigger ones — with soup-bowl-sized areolas and buds as big as small fists. The belt couldn’t take it, and shot away from him with enough force to break it into a dozen pieces. 188 inches? Hah, try over 200. In one evening George Fogle had grown by hundreds of pounds. He was gigantic. And his strength had to be tested. As he, too, shot a massive load (only his creme could be gauged in liters at a time), he reached for the nearest heavy thing he could find, in this case a 300 lb dumbbell. Cast from solid iron, few mortals could lift it without resulting in injury. But as more and more come gobbed from his thick dick-hole, George roared like a maniac and twisted the dumbell with such force that it snapped in two. Then he dropped the weight on his bed, which almost broke it, before erupting into the biggest lat-spread ever. His body bulged and groaned with insane size and definition. More veins — ever-thickening — blasted and rumbled across him. His arms shot up way higher than his fists — which looked tiny compared to the biceps at their most flexed ever — and his triceps and forearms almost split apart from so much pressure and definition forced out of every bulbous muscle belly. His abs got harder and more defined and his intercostals became a sea of fish-scale bumps on either side of a ridiculously tapered waist. The more he flexed, the bigger and more defined he became. His thighs, glutes, and calves all contributed to the carnival of growth that stood before Aaron, whose balls tingled and throbbed with further desire to make come and shoot off. George orgasmed further; they both did. It was both energising and exhausting at the same time. Gasping, Aaron dropped to his knees and opened his mouth as wide as he could, but George’s dick was now way too big to get his lips around. Instead he opted to lick it and kiss it and trace unending trails along every bursting vein across the arm-thick shaft. From down on his knees, Aaron looked upwards and there was little in his field of vision beyond a ten-pack of rigid boulder abs and a pec-shelf so thick and huge that light couldn’t escape from between the cleavage. The nipples stood out proudly, like signposts enticing the smaller guy to further explore the continent of near-impossible muscle-growth that dominated before him — nay, TOWERED above him. Aaron felt tiny — a mere gnat compared to George — and yet all he could think about was his beautiful boyfriend growing even bigger. Then… tears, flowing from above, cascading not from George’s beautiful eyes, but rather from the pecs themselves, began to rain down on Aaron. How could this be? Were his pecs… crying? No not his pecs, but rather his newly improved and massively grown nipples… but this wasn’t sweat. The nipples were being glandular in their issue, of a sweet nectar that Aaron couldn’t wait to get past his lips. “Oh George… it’s like dewdrops raining out of your nips,” Aaron gasped, almost wishing he could gorge on this new and wonderful nectar. “How… why? Who cares. Just drink, my love. Take in my sweet dew,” implored George. Aaron drank for what seemed like a silent eternity. Intermittent caresses of George’s nips brought Aaron’s lips to the source of the dew. And it nourished him. He wanted to drink George to the last drop. It was ecstasy. Aaron couldn’t help himself. He felt a tingling come from his junk, which cursorily diverted his attention away from George’s dewdrops. And that was when it happened… “George look… my dick… and my balls. They’re… as big as yours. Fuck. Your dew is magical,” Aaron gasped. George pulled away to get a better look at his slender boyfriend. And lo and behold, Aaron now sported an absolutely gigantic dick. It was easily twenty inches long and at last half that wide. His balls had swelled to the size of small melons. They would contain an insane amount of juice. Such an enormous endowment on one so slender, should have looked completely absurd. But it didn’t. Although no muscle grew on Aaron, this miracle was anything but minor. George could only do one thing at this point. He half-fell/half-lowered himself onto his big reinforced bed, burying his face into pillows and exposing and jutting upwards the massive globes of his muscle-ass. He had become subservient, because now the men could fuck comfortably, without George ever hurting Aaron with his over-sized manhood. Now Aaron could fuck his boyfriend with a super-dick, and pump his hole with a tonne of salty goodness. “Oh fucking destroy my ass, little Aaron. Unngh, not so little where it… gasp… counts now,” George pleaded. Endowed with a new sense of power, Aaron pumped his huge dick into the most beautifully sculpted ass ever. George, although insanely strong, found that he could push back into Aaron without causing him harm, and likewise Aaron could do the same. This union could not have been anticipated. But something came out of George’s amazing physiology, which not unlike Brett Hillard’s tit-milk, had magical properties. Okay, it didn’t make others into bodybuilders, but it meant that sex between George and Aaron could now be something beyond amazing. Aaron couldn’t believe where this extra energy was coming from, but the bed rocked and groaned from the effort of a massive bodybuilder getting ridden by his skinny boyfriend. George fanned out his back muscles and lats into a gigantic ‘barn door’ delta spread, each muscle erupting into sharp relief. Aaron had plenty of hand-holds to choose from. He was fucking the most muscular man on Earth, and he was only going to get bigger and bigger and bigger, far beyond what any sane man can contemplate. “I want every drop of you inside me, little Aaron,” George gasped, and found he had to flex his glutes harder and harder in order to accommodate the onslaught of such a huge male member penetrating him with all twenty inches of its superhuman power. Aaron was determined to please his new boyfriend, and with melon-balls that made audible ‘slapping’ sounds as they hit off the back of George’s rock-hard thighs, Aaron released liters of seed into him. “Grow for me Giant George. Take my jizz and use it as muscle-fuel,” Aaron gasped. They fucked long and hard, well into the wee small hours of the next day, despite it was a work night. But Drew wouldn’t mind. His son was a bodybuilding prodigy, and a godly one at that. And now he had a boyfriend that was just perfect for him. Even when Aaron thought he had filled George to the last drop — to ass-breaking levels — he found himself going again. This time George kindly flipped over so that Aaron could fuck the daylight out of his pecs. He would buck back and forth into the cleavage, lubed by sweat and precum, only to erupt another torrent of jizz all over George, who soon became covered in it. He drank all he could, but even a gigantic hyper-muscled bodybuilder can tire, and Aaron wasn’t far behind. The little guy with the giant package fell into the most powerful arms in the world, and it turned out that the effect of the dew was temporary. His endowments soon shrank back to their ‘still huge but not insanely huge’ size, which meant that at least Aaron would be able to get his jeans on in the morning. “I love you, little Aaron,” said George sofly. To which Aaron replied: “I love you, Giant George” And the two lovers fell into a blissful sleep. MORE SOON...
  4. LoverBoy

    "Just, Take. One!""

    This is a simple story fragment. Not a lot of plot or dialogue, mostly just muscle growth. It was inspired by this image in a post on Facebook: Then someone posted the original... ...Saying that the first one was fake and morphed. Frankly, there really wasn't a lot of morphing done to it, as you can plainly see, because the guy in the pic is already huge and ripped. But I love it when guys that are all ripped and huge wear spandex, Under Armor, compression wear, etc. Especially Under Armor because somehow, the Under Under Armor fabric clings to every little curve, bulge and crevice of the body wearing it. I know it's meant to wick sweat and help keep the body coll during exercise, but the side effect of the unique fabric is that it beautifully showcases the contours and intricacies of a fit male physique. Plus, whenever a guy wears an Under Armor shirt, the soft silky texture of the fabric almost never fails to make his guy's nipples hard and show through the shirt. And whenever I see a guy in a compression shirt like that (like our beautiful friend here), I can't help but fantasize a little bit about what it would look like if the guy suddenly started to spontaneously grow bigger and more muscular and watch the natural clinginess of the shirt try to cope with trying to contain way more muscle than it was meant to. Hope you all enjoy... _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Just. Take. One!" By: LoverBoy 12/22/2017 Andy had decided that he wanted his body to match his genius level IQ, and had begun working out regularly. However, after what seemed like endless months of dedication in the gym, not much had changed. Oh, he had gained *some* size, but it was barely noticeable if he was wearing any kind of shirt, and he wanted to be BIG! The only major change was that he found he had incredible genetics for definition, and what size he had gained was rock hard and had more ripples than a lake on a rainy day. So when a strange man outside the gym he went to six days a week offered him the bottle of a "new experimental" supplement, Andy's desire to be big overrode his better judgment and natural skepticism. With only a mild reluctance, he shelled out the oddly low price of twenty dollars. "Just take one, right before your workout. This stuff is extremely powerful, and the effects are intense, man!" he had stressed "So, remember. Just! One!" Andy followed the instruction, and after his workout, he felt better than ever before. The usual soreness and fatigue were absent and in their place was a sort of warm tingling sensation like the feeling you get after soaking in a long hot bath. However, a strange sensation came over him as he toweled off from the showers, a pressure inside of him. Barely noticeable at first, but gradually and steadily increasing; almost like the feeling of an erection, but encompassing his entire body! The feeling built and built, increasing by the second as he dressed and left the locker room, and becoming all pervasive. As he entered the lobby, walking toward the door, the pressure reached an almost unbearable level, and was starting to have trouble concentrating on simply putting one foot in front of the other. The door to the locker room swung shut behind him with a resounding >BOOM!!!!<, and at that very moment, the sensation of building pressure came to a climax! A feeling like something inside him bursting came over him, and cascaded through his entire body in a euphoric wave like an orgasm, but a thousand times more intense! Andy's eyes went wide as dinner plates, and his back arched almost involuntarily as he gasped with the sheer force of the sudden, indescribable feeling. It passed momentarily with the realization that it must have been caused by the supplement. Wishing he hadn't taken the pill, he felt his heartbeat suddenly increase almost exponentially to the point that it felt like it was going to burst from his chest! He looked around desperately for someone, anyone, that could help him, but the desk attendants were absent. It was closing time, and he realized they were most likely elsewhere locking up all the rooms full of expensive equipment. He only had a moment to consider what to do before what felt like a barrage of spasms hit him. Every muscle in his body began to contract and relax repeatedly, over and over with barely a fraction of a second between contractions, causing him to double over with another gasp. The contractions redoubled, and he stumbled a few steps forward, then fell to his hands and knees. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was indeed intense to say the least, and he realized that he could feel each muscle group as they contracted. Neck, then traps and deltoids. Then rippling down through the myriad of muscles in his back to swarm outward into his lats. The spasms twitched down through his pecs and abs while simultaneously shooting like lightning through his biceps and triceps into his forearms and hands. The spasms continued like quicksilver from his abs down through his quadriceps, wrapping hungrily around to his glutes and hamstrings before shooting down through his calves and shins to settle and ground out in his feet. He was forced to remain there for several minutes, grunting and gritting his teeth against the onslaught as each muscle group was hit with a new tremor. As he gazed down idly at his forearms, he noticed something odd through the haze of sensations. His veins were swelling and rising to the surface of his skin and becoming more pronounced. He watched in astonishment as they swelled to pencil thickness, giving his arms a hyper-vascular appearance they hadn't had before. Suddenly, he realized that the spasms were rapidly fading in intensity, and he dared to rise unsteadily to his feet. As he regained his feet, he became aware once again of the feeling like before of pressure building internally. Only this time, it was more intense, and building faster. Then came the bursting sensation again, now accompanied by what he could only describe as a full body pulse and an odd organic crunching sound that seemed to originate from his muscles. At first he thought it was an allergic reaction because he appeared to be suffering from some form of swelling in his arms. But as the pressure began to quickly build again, he realized this wasn't the case. Allergic swelling didn't feel like...like THIS! The pressure built to an even greater extent this time, followed by the bursting feeling. He grunted as his body was engulfed by an even bigger pulse, accompanied by the crunching sound. As he recovered, he realized that his shirt felt slightly tighter. It was made of green compression material with reinforced seams, meant to wick sweat and be form fitting to an athletic physique. But he had bought it several sizes too big, hoping to watch himself gradually grow into it. As he watched month after month of barely any gains in size, he had begun to despair of ever seeing that happen. But as he examined himself briefly, he noted a definite increase in overall size. Nothing major, but his arms were decidedly bigger, and his chest now showed vaguely through, whereas the short sleeved shirt had practically hung off him previously. Andy's mind raced as he tried to assess what was happening. But before he could formulate a theory, the pressure began to build once again. This time to an unbearable height, causing his body to feel like it was going to explode from the strain. The burst came again, and Andy snarled almost animalisitically as the pulse rocketed through him, the crunching sound audibly louder. His eye went wide once more as he felt the pressure begin again instantly. However, this time he felt it start several more times before the first one finished. As the burst came, he let out a panicked cry as the force of the pulse this time shook him with what he was certain was the force of an earthquake. He collapsed under the massive force of it, and felt as though he actually were exploding as he felt something erupting from every inch of his body from the neck down. it passed, and he stood dazedly, looking around. As he gazed around the room, hi eyes lit upon a mirrored wall, and he was flabbergasted at his own reflection. Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled closer to the mirror wall. He was definitely bigger now! Not massive, but although the compression shirt was still quite loose, his torso now filled it considerably more, his chest causing the shirt to hang tent-like over his stomach! He lifted the hem, and gazed at six tennis ball sized abs and a prominent Adonis belt that were accentuated by his naturally narrow waist. As he gazed in open mouthed shock at his reflection, his rational mind was forced to come to terms with what he knew should be physically impossible. Somehow, the supplement pill had made his muscles spontaneously grow! As if that realization had been some sort of catalyst, the feeling of pressure building internally returned with a vengeance! The pressure built...and built...and built...higher...and higher...and higher...but rather than the bursting sensation, the pressure continued to build. As he watched, rather than a pulse, his muscles simply began to grow! As the feeling of internal pressure increased, every muscle in his body, from the neck down, swelled. It was slow at first, but he could feel it gradually increasing in speed as the pressure continued to mount. As he felt the mass of his body increase, his head lolled back for a moment, and a loud moan of indescribable pleasure escaped his lips. He looked once again in the mirror, and was astonished to see that the growth had increased quite a bit in those few seconds, and his muscles had nearly doubled in size! His muscles were swelling even faster now, growing like inflating balloons, but with mind blowing definition and vascularity. He watched, open mouthed, as the compression shirt grew steadily tighter. The internal pressure continued to mount, and his muscles responded in kind by ballooning bigger still, each group bulging and swelling as if to outdo their neighbors. His neck thickened into a massive corded column that nearly consumed his Adams apple and collided with his traps as they rose higher and more mountainous to ward his jawline. His delts inflated outward, taking on an almost cantaloupe-like appearance through the elastic fabric of the shirt while his biceps and triceps exploded in opposite directions and quickly filled the elbow length sleeves. His forearms rippled to sudden life, the cords of muscle thickening and swelling in an almost writhing mass, taking on the look of, then surpassing, small hams! His pecs were most impressive as they widened to fill the space between his shoulders, then ballooned outward and down, beginning to pull the neckline of the shirt's collar lower and reveal the first few inches of the rapidly deepening valley between them. The entirety of his torso suddenly seemed to double in width as he both felt and saw his lats swell and widen as well as all the smaller muscles of his back rippled and popped with growth. His arms were suddenly forced noticeably outward from his sides at this, and felt the compression shirt constrict further around his body. He looked down to see that his abs had now each grown to the size of baseballs, the top pair being slightly obscured by the growth of his chest as it pushed the fabric outward, and watched as his obliques and intercostals popped and swell with growth to show through the shirt in bold relief. He could feel the girth of his thighs increasing in his gym shorts, but not quite see it, as the shorts were originally loose fitting basketball shorts. However, from the looks of things, and the feeling of his swelling glutes, they wouldn't be loose fitting for too much longer. His calves, on the other hand, were plainly visible and had taken on a powerful, rapidly swelling diamond shape and were showing quite prominently from behind his thickening shins. Suddenly, the already unbearable feeling of increasing pressure filling his body spiked several notches higher and the growth of Andy's body went into overdrive. The sudden spike in growth increased the width of his neck threefold, curving outward from the base of his skull, and shot down through his body with a vengeance! His traps mounded higher, rising fully above the collar of his shirt, nearly merging with his neck while his deltoids exploded further outward to the size of cannonballs and beyond. His biceps and triceps exploded rapidly to a size bigger than Andy's own head as his forearms grew to the size of twenty pound hams. The growth spike hit Andy's chest, and his pecs bulged to the size of pillows and rose higher toward his chin. The sudden increase in the size of his chest caused the hem of the shirt to ride up suddenly, the elastic material shooting up almost violently over his stomach to reveal six softball sized abs that were pulsing steadily bigger with size while his waist had somehow managed to remain proportionately narrow. His quadriceps and hamstrings, not to be outdone, swelled monstrously. He had been unintentionally standing with his legs apart, and he saw the loose gym shorts start to tighten as he felt his glutes bulge bigger and rounder. At the same time, Andy's eyes widened as he became aware of the sensation of his inner thighs suddenly coming into contact with each other despite the width of his stance. He looked down briefly, then noticed the top of his gym socks suddenly get forcibly pushed down, bunching up at the tops of his shoes, by his inflating calves. He became aware of the sound of stretching fabric. He looked up again to see that the feel of the soft elastic fabric sliding over his nipples as his pecs grew had caused them to get hard and show plainly through the straining fabric. He could see that the shirt was fighting to restrain his rapidly ballooning physique and felt the shirt getting tighter...and tighter...and tighter as he grew bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER! He realized, suddenly, that he had become mesmerized by the growth and was quickly becoming too big. But the growth wasn't slowing down. In fact the pressure was still building and the growth rate was still increasing. He shook himself out of the spectacle before him in the mirror and turned toward the door to leave. As he walked, he stumbled slightly, but quickly righted himself. As he attempted to hurry toward the door finally, he realized how big his legs had gotten. He hadn't noticed till now because he had been standing still, but he could feel as he walked that the legs of his boxer briefs beneath the shorts had been forced upward by his ballooning thighs and were bunched up where his thighs and narrow hips met. Conversely, he also realized that his muscles hadn't been the only thing growing. As he walked he could feel the front of the boxer briefs growing rapidly tighter, and it felt as if his still soft manhood was being forced to bunch up inside them. He sailed through the main doors, and out into the parking lot heading for his small van. As he climbed in, he noticed idly for a moment that everything now appeared quite a bit smaller. But he didn't have time to think about that right now. he had to... Suddenly, Andy's entire body went rigid! The feeling of increasing internal pressure heightened, spiking exponentially, and with a massive surge of growth, his entire body began to explode with size faster than ever before, his muscles bulging bigger, gaining pounds in seconds! It was a testament to the manufacturer of the compression shirt that it had lasted this long. But as he was able to look down for a second before his chest became too big to see past, he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing and seams giving out. The shoulder seams of the shirt were first to give way, splitting violently open. The remainder of the sleeves were held in place briefly by the sheer tightness caused by the size of his upper arms. The sleeves, however, were contemptuously obliterated by the rapidly increasing mass of his biceps and triceps. He felt cool air come into contact with his sides as small tears appeared and were rapidly expanded all along the side seams of the shirt first on the left side, then the right. With an almost sinister snapping sound, the reinforced stitiching of the collar gave out. The neckline had been pulled nearly all the way down to the top pair of abs by the swelling mountain of Andy's chest. But without the reinforced stitching to hold things together, the front of the compression shirt was briefly marred by two huge stress wrinkles, then burst violently open, tearing wildly apart from each other right down the middle. His massive and growing pecs burst forth forcefully from the shirt at the sudden release of restraint and Andy gained a new appreciation for just how big his pecs had gotten (and were still getting) as they settled with a massive bounce, powerful enough to shake his entire overdeveloped body, back into a steady rate of growth. Andy suddenly became acutely aware of the confined feeling inside his shorts. He gritted his teeth against the tightening feeling of his boxer briefs as it became more than he could bear. He could actually feel his cock and balls momentarily fighting for space, but was once again greeted by the sound of fabric and seams ripping, slightly muffled by the gym shorts. The lump in in the shorts caused by his package was roughly the size of softball at the moment. But as he felt his boxer briefs finally give out against the combined mass of his thighs, glutes, and massive package, it quadrupled in size then continued to swell bigger and fill the gym shorts out alarmingly faster! As Andy's growth continued, he fumbled for a few seconds to start the van. it was starting to get difficult to move. As he left the gym, his concern had been how he was going to get to the car before his burst out of his shirt. Now, as he heard the sound of the driver seat begin to groan under his increasing weight, he wondered how he was going to make the half hour drive home before he burst out of his vehicle... As the two teenaged desk attendants, Mark and Calvin, walked toward the door inside the gym to lock up and leave for the night, they both stopped, staring stunned at the doors. The metal framework of one door was warped as if something huge had collided with it, and the full length pane of glass had a massive spider web crack. The steel push handle of the other one was bent and slightly crumpled. When they looked closer, it looked almost as if it had been done by a very large hand. Calvin caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and looked over toward the mirrored wall. A gym bag lay discarded along the wall. He walked over and picked it up, carrying it back over to Mark who was still staring at the doors. Mark looked over. "Whose is that?" Calvin unzipped it and rummaged around, "No clue. No name, no initials, just some sweaty clothes and..." As Calvin lifted a wadded up towel out of the gym bag, it came unraveled and a bottle wrapped up in the towel rattled to the floor. Calvin bent and picked it up. "'Experimental, high performance supplement. Just take one, right before working out...near instant results, just take one'" he read from a hand printed label on the bottle. Mark scoffed, "Probably some roid freak's; got suckered into buying fake supps." "What should I do with'em?" "Eh, doesn't matter to me. Do what ya want." Calvin slipped the bottle into his own back pack, "I'll show it to the trainer tomorrow. Maybe he'll know something about it...." _______ END
  5. “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.
  6. Every year the Hitchens family would gather together for Christmas and New Years. The two Hitchens boys, now both family men were larger than life characters. Both towering lumberjack like men who led the festivities and their wives and kids would follow. Harry Hitchens was the proud father to two boys, both athletes and both the apples of their fathers eye. Sam Hitchens, the eldest, was now a star athlete at his college, on the fast track to professional stardom and already an Olympic god medalist in track, before he filled out at 16 and his muscle mass slowed him down too much to be any sort of track runner. Scott Hitchens, the baby, was pretty much a younger version of his elder brother. He was tall and thick with muscle. His messy blond hair always looking nearly perfect like he’d just walked off a catwalk, his youthful yet masculine face naturally falling into a cocky smirk. Roger Hitchens was the proud ‘as much as a father naturally should be’ father of one son. His son Lucas had been completely bypassed by the Hitchens genes. He was short, he was chubby. His dark hair shiny from grease and his face caked in a crust of spots. He and Scott were the same age, but light years apart in every possible way. Yet they were forced to share a room for the holidays. Since Sam had moved onto college he spent all his time in the penthouse apartment he’d lucked himself into having, and barely spent any time at home. His room, the largest bedroom in the house, had been taken over by Scott and Scott’s old room had been converted into a shrine to the greatness that was Sam Hitchens. Lucas’ parents had gotten the spare room and Lucas had to sleep on the floor of Scott’s room, hearing the big lug snore and stare up at Scott’s massive feet hanging over the edge of the massive, by Lucas’ standards at least, bed. It was on Christmas eve after a nice family meal and a genuinely good time that the boys were sent to bed. It was only 9pm and Lucas couldn’t sleep, he was 18 and used to staying up much later playing video games with people on the other side of the planet. Scott was already asleep, even though he’d bitched about now being able to jerk off because Lucas was in the room. Lucas was looking up at the meaty soles of Scott’s feet for the 4th night in a row. Why he couldn’t of slept in the central open area of the bedroom and not cramped into a corner beneath Scott’s feet was beyond Lucas. Scott’s excuse that he needed the space to do his exercises in the morning didn’t hold as Scott used the home gym every morning when he woke up. Lucas tossed and turned in his makeshift bed. His eyes caught sight of something under the bed, it hadn’t been there before, maybe something had shifted when Scott had pulled out the hidden Christmas presents last night before he put them under the tree. Lucas tried to reach for the shiny object that caught his eye, having to move a box labeled “Sam’s Underwear”. His arms weren’t long enough. He sighed and pulled himself out from under the covers. Without even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught under Scott’s bed next to a box of his elder cousins musky briefs he was crawling in the dark with Scott’s snoring mass above him. He reached the shiny object, it was an old looking touch phone, or an old PDA device. Without even touching the power button it strung into life, lighting up the dark beneath the bed. A near silent jiggle played and an ancient looking graphic of a genie lamp flashed up blocky letters popped into being. “CHRONIVAC” “What the hell” Lucas muttered then hushing himself as Scott grunted above him. Lucas tapped the screen. A loading bar appeared and then vanished. The PDA was obviously newer then it appeared, after the old grey intro screens it was bright and colorful. It looked like an advanced customization screen for a SIMs game or something. Lucas clicked on the previous session button and the complete outline of his cousin Sam appeared, everything from his favorite color to his obscene girth of his cock was written down for Lucas to know. Sam’s family was listed below, including Lucas (cousin-father’s side). Beneath that was a “Make realistic”. When Lucas clicked on this opinion a small cartoon genie lamp appeared. A speak bubble appeared explaining he was the PDA’s helper function and the ‘Make Realistic’ option made it so that changes would appear to be natural, such as making physical changes genetic, which would change family to match the physical changes to the user. Lucas was confused, what sort of game was this. He saw the “Change History” box on a side bar next to the floating beautiful face of Sam. An insanely long list of changes appeared. From increase in height, made a natural athlete and increase cock length. The make realistic option seemed to apply to them all. Lucas came off his history and clicked on himself. His meagre frame and spotty face appeared, with all his statistics listed. He clicked on height, 5’5 it read. A dial appeared below, or he could edit his height. Lucas ran a finger over the dial, increase the avatars height. He chuckled quietly as the avatar grew taller, then almost shouted out load as his feet moved along the carpeted floor as his own height increased. In a panic he pulled the dial back till his height on both the Chronivac and in reality retuned to normal. It dawned on Lucas what he was holding, he’d just grown a foot in an instant and it looked like Sam had made himself the hunky athlete he was now and no one seemed to know any different. Lucas smiled, he could change anything. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Scott woke on Christmas morning, stretching out his beefy arms and yawning. Flexing his toes and sadly trying to kill his throbbing morning wood before swinging his thick legs out of bed. He pulled on some stripy pajama bottoms before he noticed that his little cousin Lucas wasn’t still asleep. He cracked his knuckles before flexing a bicep in the mirror, smirking to himself and headed out of his room. His big bare feet thudding as he stomps down the stairs into the living room. Both his parents and his aunt and uncle were already there, sitting on the sofas and talking over coffee. “Merry Christmas” Scott greeted, a hand down his bottoms rearranging his fat nuts They returned the greeting and his uncle Roger shouted out to the kitchen to his cousin Lucas. “Time for presents” Scott’s mother offered Scott with childlike glee dropped to his knees at the foot of the heavily decorated Christmas tree and started to hand out presents. He found one with Lucas’ name. “Lucas” he shouted Instantly his cousin replied “No need to shout, I’m behind you” Scott turned and handed the present over, then back to the tree. Scott blinked a few times before turning back to his cousin. Lucas looked good, very refreshed. His skin very clear for a guy who looked like the face of the moon last night. His cheekbones were even showing through his cheeks, like he’d dropped a few pounds in the night. Scott looked down to Lucas’ pj clad form, his shirt was tight, but only showed a flat stomach were a chubby gut should have been. Still he wasn’t anything compared to Scott’s and his Hitchens family six pack, but it was odd. Maybe Scott just hadn’t payed any attention Lucas, wouldn’t be the first time Lucas’ existence had come as a shock to Scott. Scott began unwrapping his first gift, it was tickets to a football game, him and his dad most likely. Behind him Lucas was tearing apart the paper on his gift. “Oh awesome, new headgear, I need this for wrestling” Lucas said happily Scott’s dad started talking to Lucas about wrestling, the runt lying through his teeth about being a state champion. Scott turned to call Lucas out on his lies, but he stopped. Lucas was now shirtless. His chest jutting out like slabs of rock and his stomach ripped into six thick cobbles. Lucas’ shoulder were rounded and had meaty biceps swinging from them. “You ok cousin” Lucas asked with a bounce of one of his heavy pecs Scott shook his head and went back to handing out presents. The gifts got weirder and worst. Scott was getting books, socks and gift cards to shops he’d never go too. Lucas though was getting amazing stuff, a new lap top, a new PS4, bundles of games, but some weird stuff too. New shoes which weren’t that odd, it was just Lucas made a show of announcing they were size 17. Again Scott wanted to call him out, but as he turned around he saw the enormous bare dogs that Lucas had connected to his three trunk legs. The thick toes flexing as Lucas looked. “You know what they say about big feet” Lucas said quietly to Scott Scott shook off the implication, knowing while Lucas was a beefy wrestler with massive flipper feet, he was still a short ass with a small baby cock if the flat front of his briefs in the morning was any indication. With the presents done Scott’s dad and uncle went to the kitchen to work on getting the Christmas roast ready, while the mothers cleared up the ripped up wrappings. Scott carried his disappointing load of gifts up to his room, his heavy footfalls drowned out by the even heavier footfalls of Lucas behind him. Lucas’ booming voice echoed around him, his beefy cousin gushing about all the amazing gifts he’d gotten. Scott actually pushed his door shut behind him, almost hitting Lucas in his chiseled lightly stubbled face. “That was rude” Lucas said opening the door, not even looking at Scott He was busy typing into his phone, Scott pulled at the fabric around his crotch, it was unusually baggy. “So baby dick….” Lucas started Scott was instantly turned around and squaring up to Lucas, just he wasn’t towering above him like he expected. Instead a squared meaty pec bounced slightly in front of his face. Lucas’ face smirking down at him. “So baby dick” Lucas repeated, a massive finger flicked at the billowing empty crotch of Scott’s pajamas “We have a couple hours before Christmas dinner… what you want to do” Scott started to splutter, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know it, but he was wearing his older brother hand me down pajamas, he had the ass and legs to fill them out, but the Hitchens donkey dick had passed him by. Lucas’ eyes rolled “Shouldn’t of left you aware, looks like your minds breaking” A large hand fell onto Scott’s rounded shoulder and forced him to his knees. Lucas unlike Scott wasn’t struggling to fill out his pajamas bottoms. The fabric was bursting with meat, from Luca’s insanely thick pillar like thighs, to the rounded boulder ass that was eating away at the back of them. The hems of his boots ended at the thighs, someone had either cut them off or Lucas had burst them stuffing his quads into them. The crotch was like an entire butcher’s platter of beef, two swollen orbs of sloshing cum and a shank of the finest wrist fat cock meat strained at the seams. To Scott’s shock the sight was making his mouth water. “Try not to think too hard, I want you to remember that I was once a runt, but I don’t want you to snap” Lucas said, his hand pulling Scott’s face towards his bulging crotch “Unlike your brother I want to see how my changes effect people, just wait till I get ahold of him” Lucas laughs, the intentions behind it made Scott worried, but the musk of Lucas’ crotch was too incising. He sighed happily as Lucas’ other hand started to heave out a very fat soft cock. “Good, your calming down, I knew making my cock your happy place was a smart idea” Lucas said starting to jerk his soft meat off “Give me a minute and I’ll dish up your breakfast” Scott was shaking his head, but his tongue was hanging out and his mouth was full of salvia. “Just don’t ruin your appetite” Lucas laughed his jerking speed increasing “You got a big dinner ahead of you”
  7. 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.
  8. “How many is that” I asked my best friend Greg He was perched on one of the benches, soaking wet and huddled away from the cold. A thick hooded coat protecting him from the rain, while I was in some skintight athletic gear. “17″ He stated “You’re not even winded yet are you” I shook my head “I think I can go for another dozen laps” “Damn…..” Greg looked up from under his wet hood He was like how I’d been before the change, short and skinny. Looks wise I’d been plain and spotty, whereas Greg was adorable in a dorky sort of way. Now though I was tough, sculpture and as solid as a rock. We’d even tested it, a day after I’d changed Greg hit me a couple times with a baseball bat, the wooden one broke, then the metal one dented. I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but I woke up and was suddenly taller then doors and built like a brick wall. The first couple hours were just me getting to know this new body, then Greg called me, some girl had gained powers and used them accidentally, it was all over the news, many thought it was a hoax, but I told Greg what had happened to me. He had all sorts of theories, aliens, the government, solar flares. He was even more sold on it being the government when they announced the existence of super-humans yesterday after some guy lost control and destroyed a city block. Greg had gone crazy over it, he’d already worked out that I was super fast and super strong and he was convinced I could fly. He wanted me to become a superhero, so that’s how we ended up in the rain, with me doing laps to test my stamina. I wasn’t sold on the idea, I just wanted to finish high school and play video games. Though the new body was nice, but banging my head on doorways was an annoyance. The real prize was bouncing between my legs, a rounded heavy bulge where there hadn’t been one a week ago. I slowed down, I was hidden behind some trees. Greg couldn’t see me. I heaved out my cock, it slapped with a meaty thud against my thighs. I smiled down at it, I’d barely let it go soft since I woke up with it tenting my bed sheets moments after the legs failed on my bed causing it to crash to the floor waking up the entire house. Though I’d had to give up jerking it when Greg was around. I grip[ed my soft cock and started to jerk, my hands going like lightning. Just a whirlwind of movement as my cock went from soft to rock hard in seconds flat, already throbbing from the super fast hand job I was giving myself. Super-speed was fun. I leaned my head back, the rain pelting my chiselled face. Fuck being a superhero, fuck fighting super villains, I’d settle for doing this 24/7. I let out a gasp as my cock exploded, cum splattering over a nearby tree. The first couple shots even chipped away at the bark. I took in some deep breaths, that had winded me a little. I forced my softening cock back into my pants. I could go for another round, but Greg would get suspicious. I started running back, darting pass 17 trees all coated in cum from my previous laps.
  9. You can find the first three parts here: Part 4: After several minutes, Brice gets up from the table and walks into the nearby hallway. He is still a bit woozy from the ordeal he just experienced, but for the first time in years, he feels as if he is going to be alright on the inside. He is still nude and is unconsciously rubbing the thick grayish skin on his chest and legs feeling the new textures of his fresh hardened skin. It makes his cock jump a few times as it dribbles a few drops of precum onto the floor beneath him. He is looking around at his surroundings and is noticing things he hasn’t seen for the first time since he has been there. There are several rooms on both sides of the corridor he is standing in. Each one of them has a red shield with square boxes around them, flames are superimposed on top of the shields, and they are in numerical order. The east hall is where he was before in the cages and the west hall, which looks as if it is nearly a mile away down the aisle, is where a door is open. It appears to be where the doctor’s exam rooms and offices are located. Brice quickly realizes that he is in an unmarked area of the property and which makes him shake his head a few times. This is obviously a much bigger operation than he previously anticipated. Dr. Cain Darkori opens a door approximately ten feet away from him and walks through it. He is glistening with sweat and appears to be a bit winded. He spots Brice and walks down the hall to see him. He smiles and puts his thick and powerful hands on the gray-skinned man’s shoulders and squeezes them. Brice lightly winces but feels a sense of warmth run through him. “Are you feeling a bit better now Brice? I managed to get Owen down for a long nap I think. You won’t have to worry about Damien for a while either. He went and got his frustrations out on another one of our patients.” Brice looks into the huge hulking red doctor’s eyes and is quite smitten with him. Cain immediately notices this and wraps his huge hairy veiny arms around the gray man’s waist to lift him up into his embrace. Brice’s swollen gray cock is finding its way inside the doctor’s lab coat and it is resting on his furry black chest, rubbing its sticky goo on him. Cain smiles, showing off his perfectly formed white teeth and fangs. They are noticeably longer now than he remembers and it feels like he is heating up as his breathing starts to get a bit heavier. It is a side that Brice has not really seen of him before other than what he saw happening in the exam room. He is moving his hands up and down Brice’s back to comfort him. “Mmm, I have to say that you do turn me on a bit Brice. You are more my type now that you have transitioned to this look. Our bigger halves are getting a bit more acquainted judging by how we are responding to each other.” He also realizes that maybe it is a bit too soon to be fraternizing with someone that just recently returned back to their human form. He carries Brice down the hall and into an extremely large shower area where the two stop for a moment or two. The huge hairy red-skinned doctor turns on the cold water in front of one of the showerheads in hopes of cooling them both off. The cascading of the water as it hits Cain does little to keep Brice’s eyes from wandering up and down the huge man’s thick frame as it completely soaks his lab coat and pants. The immense muscles in his hairy chest are now entirely visible underneath the fabric. He continues to breathe heavily as his gray partner leans in to smell the incredible stench being emitted from the horny doctor’s pulsing neck and scruffy face. “Doctor, I can’t seem to control myself despite your efforts to cool me off. I am being compelled to pleasure you from whatever is residing inside my body.” Brice’s cock and balls are now swelling as they rub against the doctor’s thick abs as his growing rod reaches the underside of his meaty pecs. It is squirting precum, coating the area between both of the doctor’s huge chest mountains. His gray partner starts licking his swollen neck which is bringing him to the point of no return. He can feel his own power tool expanding to the point that it is ready to explode out of his pants. “UHHH BRICE…..*feels numerous waves of adrenaline flowing through him*. MMMMM FUCK…..*a few popping sounds come from his neck*. I haven’t been this hot for someone in…..” He is huffing now feeling his pants creaking now that they are literally painted to his body. The giant bulge that has been torturing his zipper for several minutes finally bursts its way out as the doctor’s massive, veiny cock continues to grow. He is about to let himself go as he feels Brice groaning, feeling his partner’s entire body stretching, swelling, growing against him and in his hands. His own hands do the same as his nails elongate and become sharper. It appears that they are both doing so in sync with each other. The cold water that was supposed to diffuse the situation has failed to prevent the transformation process from commencing. Cain can feel the seams on his pants being pulled apart by the colossal mass that is emerging from them both from behind and along both sides of his lower half. He shoves his thick demonic fingers in between the two growing bloated gray globes to prepare them for what they will have to endure shortly. Brice’s swelling tits are pressing up against his lover as he moans deeply feeling his hole being massaged. He is humping Cain’s swelling fingers as they slowly stretch his anus. The doctor’s eyes have turned to a shade of black now and his upper body and arms are entirely glued to his lab coat. He can feel his partner’s bloated foot-long rod and grapefruit-sized balls being compressed along his own swelling pec shelf as he roars feeling his massive back muscles tear through the puny lab coat fabric. A thick covering of black fur has formed along the ridges of his cavernous delts and traps. Brice’s own eyes have turned a milky gray and his tongue has changed shape. He is finding his way to Cain’s mouth as he slides it inside making a lustful journey down to his partner’s throat. They continue to expand up against each other as Brice reaches his thick 22” pythons around to sluff the remaining fabric off of his partner’s swollen back. The horny red-skinned muscle demon slides his thick sausage fingers out of his gray-skinned partner’s wet hole to let his bloated precum spurting 13x8 rod take over as it quickly arches towards Brice’s gaping cavern. They seem destined for each other as they both meet with each other head on. The hungry bottom moans deeply feeling the massive tool pushing itself all the way inside. The two demons have found their way over to the shower wall where a few of the tiles have broken due to the force they caused by slamming up against them. After a couple of minutes of intense kissing and tonsil hockey with each other’s thick tongues, Cain starts pounding Brice relentlessly growling and roaring in delight. It is definitely getting the attention of others that are in the same part of the complex. Damien can sense the excitement coming from both of them as he stands in the doorway that leads into the shower area. He is surprisingly calm, probably due to the fact that he himself just had a session with a fuck buddy and it has drained him and his other half, at least for the time being. He is quite amazed though at how primal Cain is getting with Brice. The gray-skinned demon bottom has somehow sprouted a tail while he is being ravaged. It is finding its way underneath his partner’s huge heaving balls and is caressing both of them slowly sending shockwaves through Cain’s entire body. The massive muscle demon can feel them ballooning even bigger because of the milking as Brice’s thick hose-sized tail travels up along his horny top’s giant ass smacking both cheeks, prompting an even louder roar each time he does it. It is obvious that Cain has never been played with in this way because he is digging his claws into Brice’s bulging back and lats, but he is not trying to hurt him. The intense pressure in his huge grapefruit-sized balls is driving him insane as his partner’s gray tail slowly slithers its way up to his ass lips to part them and before sliding inside to start raping his anal walls. Cain nearly loses all of his bearings on his demonic self, barely holding on to his humanity as he feels himself being pleasured by Brice’s thick appendage. It is the most satisfying feeling he has ever experienced from another being. He is tilting his head back with his mouth open exposing his fangs as he to be fucked slowly and methodically. This is making him want to cum more than ever as he tries to pump Brice at the same rate. Damien is getting noticeably turned on by this, but he is trying to keep his composure despite what he is seeing in front of him. He feels compelled to join them, but knows that Cain would probably not like that since he obviously is developing a strong bond with Brice. Earlier while the gray beast was resting, the larger brother lectured him about interrupting the regression process in which he was interfering with. It led to what Brice ended up looking like now, which at first was considered a negative. Now though, it appears that Cain has completely changed his mind about it and is becoming totally infatuated with him. Feeling his own body warming up again, Damien decides it is time for him to go visit Owen down the hall before he transforms into his bigger self once again. As a response to being pleasured by Brice, Cain’s impressive red-skinned garden-hosed sized tail has emerged from his back and is trying to reach his lover’s milky gray rocket and ballsac to return the favor. Realizing it isn’t going to be long enough, he musters enough strength to stretch his tail another few feet as loud leathery sounds can be heard coming from within the muscular demon’s lower half. It reaches its destination and wraps itself around Brice’s swollen balls and squeezes them tightly to make him spray a few ropes of sticky precum all over Cain’s massive upper body. Both of the horny beasts have been edging each other for quite some time and are in need of release. As a way of determining who will do so first, they begin to tussle with each other to see which demon is going to win the challenge. Deep down, Brice knows he isn’t going to win against the larger demon daddy, but still wants to show that he also has a great deal of power so he attempts to get free from his grasp. Still stuffed inside his partner; however, Cain slams him down to the shower floor causing several tiles to break beneath them as he tries to show how dominant he is. They both roar with delight as the slightly smaller gray-skinned hulk submits to him after a couple of minutes of writhing and grinding against each other’s monstrous chests and gigantic legs. Feeling the white flood leaving his huge balls, Cain lifts his partner’s lower half up into the air to push his beastly rod up against Brice’s swollen prostate. He arches his massive demonic back as he unloads inside Brice’s starving insides. The rush of the powerful river involuntarily makes the bottom flex his entire frame as he feels every muscle fiber in his body start to expand once again. He grows rapidly as Cain looks on in amazement. He can still feel Brice’s massive expanding tail throbbing inside his asshole as it stretches him even further. At the same time, this is causing the red-skinned demonic beast to make more cum inside his ballsac as he feels more flow out of his raging shaft and into the excited gray behemoth. After cumming inside the gray giant once again, he manages to pull out of the demonic hulk’s swollen cunt hole and let’s go of Brice’s 16” power tool, which was still being squeezed by his huge tail. He is breathing heavily as he lies down on the shower floor. The showerhead they are lying under is still on and it is starting to flood the entire area they are in. Brice has now grown to over 400 pounds and his skin has been stretched to its limits as marks are appearing all over his massive body. He is crawling over to his exhausted top and is towering over him. His cock has started to mate with Cain’s again as they rub together and mix their fluids. They stare into each other’s eyes as the huge red-skinned demon’s tail explores the massive muscle beast’s entire frame once again feeling how much bigger he is compared to where he was just a few minutes prior. It is obvious what the man creature wants from Cain as he reaches down to place the red hulk’s bloated veiny tail on top of his gargantuan leaky cock. Once again, the red demon wraps his appendage around his partner’s ballsac and squeezes them tightly. A few thick jets of precum go flying into the air and coat the doctor’s vascular legs and torso before the slit is plugged by the end of Brice’s tail. The sensation of feeling something entering his cock makes the beast moan deeply. Cain grins as he pushes his tail further down inside the cock making Brice’s shaft swell even larger to contain the invader within. The gray monster reaches down and digs his claws into his partner’s enormous cannons as he anticipates the wild ride he is about to experience. The huge doctor continues raping his dick until he can see that Brice is about to lose control, judging by the wild look on his face. He can feel his partner’s balls contracting as he slowly slides his tail upward and out. When he finally does manage to get the entire appendage free, he is drowned by the largest white volcano he has ever felt in his entire life. The intensity of the orgasm is so incredible that the gray demon loses consciousness and falls over to the side. With each ribbon of cum being released from his bloated body, Brice slowly reverts back to where this whole sequence started in the first place. He has completely covered his red-skinned partner with his seed almost to the point that Cain’s own skin color is nearly invisible. The thick demonic hulk is laughing in his extremely deep demonic tone as he reaches up to his face with his claws to wipe the flood out of his black eyes. He is beginning to calm down now as he starts to shrink back down to his human form. He is tired but he is still manages to sit up long enough to move over to tend to his gray partner. He can sense that Brice is not breathing well and starts to do a few chest compressions on him. He then gets a few breaths in to his lungs before his weakened partner starts coughing and spits a bit of cum into his face. They are both back to their normal sizes once again. Cain smacks his face a few times to get him to open his eyes so he can look at him. It works as they stare at each other for a few seconds before the doctor says something to him. “Well, that was quite an experience, wasn’t it Brice?” They both laugh a couple of times which is followed by Brice coughing to his side as he tries to get a few words out. Cain covers his mouth though to tell him not to speak. “You don’t have to say anything hunky boy. You are far too weak to do anything so we can talk more when you are rested up, okay?” He leans down to kiss him and plunges his tongue down Brice’s throat and embraces him with his huge thick arms. His gray-skinned partner does the same as they lie there together in the milky-colored water. During the last few minutes of their exchange, they were both unaware that they were being watched by Damien and Owen, who were standing in the doorway, completely nude, and smiling while leaning against each other. They both walk into the flooded area to start cleaning up the mess that the two lovers just caused. Owen is told to shut the showerhead off and to clear out the drains of the milky cum that has accumulated so they can get the room fixed for later patients. Damien gets his brother up off the ground and takes him in to one of the exam rooms to lay him down on the table. He immediately dozes off once his brother walks back down the hall to do the same with Brice. Once he gets the gray man into another room, he wanders back into the shower area and starts helping Owen clean up the rest of the damaged facility. He stops the spectacled man long enough to say something funny to him. “Why can’t you do that with me Owen? I’m sure we can generate the same kind of intensity those two have created, don’t you think?” After a few eye rolls from his assistant, they go back to what they are doing.
  10. The Dildo of the Demigods II Now I know what you're thinking. How does one come to stand amongst the hugest bodybuilders ever to walk the scene and still be too young to buy his own alcohol? I must have turned to supplements, steroids, maybe some top secret military initiative gone awry. There's just no way someone could be so blessed, so you've convinced yourself that all this brawn is simply not natural. And you're absolutely right. But let me stop you right there, before that 'ah-ha!' moment takes off. As you've probably seen by the title, we're dealing with something far beyond the understand of mortal sciences. The Dildo of the Demigods is literally a sex toy that will grant almost any wish so long as you take it's insane girth up your butt. It just has to touch your prostate, it's power must be channelled through your prostate for its magic to work. Before we go any further, I'd like to get a couple of things clear. First, I am not good person. I am a decent person, but not good, no way. Last, the Dildo of the Demigods never stays with one person too long and always, always, changes hands by theft. *** So there I was, just minding my own business when the door to the gym burst open. In strode Fabian Flounders – vice-captain of the chess club and easily one of the scrawniest kids on campus. The sight of a nerd in the weight room nearly caused me to drop the barbell I had been benching. I had nothing personal against Fabian of course, but the same couldn't be said for half the jocks in here. This was their turf after all, and they were very protective. Quick as I could, I racked my barbell and sprang off my bench, fully intent on diffusing the situation before the big guys could lay their hands on him. If I had known of Fabian's already extensive use of the Dildo beforehand, then I would have just left him there. I had just slid between him and the jocks, arms outstretched to prevent any of them from skirting around me, when Fabian put a hand on my shoulder. I thought it belonged to one of the jocks. That grip was immensely strong, so much more than that bony appendage suggested. And then I saw it, the telltale rippling of sinew and pulsing of veins. Whirling around, I saw to my horror a most wicked grin plastered on Fabian's face. The jocks must have noticed something amiss too, for they took a step back, almost in unison, as the nerd raised one spindly arm. SHRIIIP! His sleeves were blown apart as gigantic biceps erupted out of nowhere, rock hard and so defined they looked to be chiselled from marble! I watched him twist his wrist, causing that striated mass to flex and shift beneath paper thin skin. Then he clenched his fist even harder, causing triceps the size of my thighs to bulge from beneath his bis! His growth then spread up to his shoulder and down to his forearm, inflating muscles destroying fabric and morphing that one arm into some kind of oversized car crusher. By the time he was done, it looked like someone had Photoshopped a bodybuilder's arm onto one cannonball shoulder and then magnified it twofold! His hand had grown huge enough to grab me by the fucking head! It was just that big! Holy fuck! Fabian was looking at me intently, probably marvelling at how I was still standing despite all the colour having run from my face. I hated to admit it, but there was no way anyone could miss the enormous boner now throbbing between my legs, not even with his juggernaut arm in the way. “Looks like you're not the only one enjoying himself,” commented Fabian in that high, airy voice he was so known for. Sure enough, all the jocks trying, futilely, to disguise the erections they were all sporting. Then I heard it again – the protesting of fabric as immense masses of pure muscle erupted from beneath them. Fabian's other arm had begun hulking out, expanding boulders of rippling flesh tearing free of his sleeves and causing my cock to grow so damned hard I thought I was going to cream myself. I didn't care how weird Fabian looked – a skinny twig with two godlike muscle-arms flexing from that narrow torso, oh my god! “That's what I'm talking about!” laughed the former nerd, “Now these are guns!” I watched him strike the most spectacular double bicep pose I had yet seen. His arms were so fucking jacked I could make out every fibre of muscle jammed into them. With every pump, those babies strained so hard his biceps split into multiple peaks! That's right, Fabians arms were so fucking muscular his fucking biceps had biceps! “Fuck!” he swore, “Feels so fucking good! But you know what would make this better? If my entire fucking body was this HUGE!” He threw back his skinny neck and unleashed a mighty roar of pure pleasure, his airy voice dropping so low so quickly it sent chills all the way down to my toes. I could see the bones of his face thickening and shifting now, his sharp chin turning into the rugged, square jawline found only on action heroes. His pencil-neck was expanding and fast, his Adam's apple finally materialising as his collar was ripped apart! Traps, mountainous and bulging with mass, erupted from either side of his head and devoured the lower half of his neck, melding into his boulder-like deltoids before sending tendrils of pure muscle down to his chest. I could see them pulsing, chock full of mass that were feeding his pecs until they all but blasted his shirt apart when they surged forth. Buttons banged off like bullets, a couple striking me so hard they left marks! Fabian's mighty chest had grown so ripped, so fucking glutted with muscle his nipples were pointing down! It dawned on me that he had more muscle in one pec than my entire torso put together, the thought was making my head spin but still I forced myself to watch. As the former nerd's entire body continued to swell, great blocks of solid flesh punched their way out of his gut, transforming his once flat stomach into a freaky eight-pack that heaved with every violent breath he took. Somehow, all that monstrous mass had left his waist surprisingly narrow. There was so much muscle in there he had no trouble supporting the herculean amounts of muscle just exploding from his upper body. I blinked just as he turned his attention to his weak legs, and when my eyes opened they had exploded with unbridled mass and power. I didn't even get to see them grow! His fucking quads had split into their individual muscle groups – each a grotesque, teardrop-shaped monstrosity that was all muscle and no fat. They were battling for space, cords of iron-like muscle twisting down to his calves and making them bulge with every flex. His fucking calves were already bigger than both my arms put together and they were still growing! “Aww fuck yeah!” moaned Fabian, his entire body shuddering with power as he flexed his gargantuan pecs before my stunned features. Wait, since when did I only come to his chest level. Oh... Oh fuck the chessman was growing upward too! He was already so tall as to dwarf just about everybody in the gym! That must have been what, six feet? Six feet two? And just how many hundred pounds of muscle was on that body? I should add that by now, Fabian had been reduced to just a pair of unfashionable tighty-whites. Given how broad his body had grown, the fabric had been stretched so tight I couldn't help but notice the miniscule, almost pitiful erection he sported. There was barely an inch in there – well within micropenis range – although it was throbbing very hard from all that muscle juice surging through his system. His hips lurched suddenly, causing ludicrous amounts of cock flesh to bulge from his crotch. It was like watching a fucking torpedo being fired. His dick was just shooting out, exploding with size and swelling with more and more blood. It all but tore through his flimsy undergarments, punching a hole into the fabric and then growing as though it had been fired from a cannon! In the span of a second that pathetic one-incher grew to twelve, and in the second second grew to twenty-four! Two fucking feet of cock continued to bulge, to grow, to shudder with the weight of more and mass until two and half fucking feet of penis throbbed and bounced before him! And then there were his balls, fat like oranges and hanging so heavily from his crotch you could smack me with them and knock me out cold! By the time he stopped bursting with power, Fabian had turned into a frigging Hulk. Gone was the skinny vice-captain of the chess club, utterly consumed by this massive, monstrous muscle god who boasted more muscle in one thirty-inch bicep than I did in my entire fucking body. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” he rumbled, marvelling at the impossibly muscular, ridiculously hung body he now owned. And then he turned his grizzled, handsome new features to where his jock bullies were quite literally quaking in their shoes. “Payback time!” You know how rowdy parties magically disperse when the authorities show up? It was just like that. No sooner had Fabian taken one mighty step did the jocks scatter in panic. Most of them didn't make it very far. Fabian was just too huge, too strong, and much too fast for someone so musclebound. I could only watch as his monstrous erection grew thicker and harder as he snatched his former bullies off the floor and then gripped their arms together in one mighty fist. Once he was sure he had gotten everyone, he picked up one of the empty barbells we had lying around, and then twisted the damned thing around their arms like the ring of a key chain. Just watching those mammoth muscles flexing and bulging as he worked was causing so much drool to pool in my mouth I... I was at a loss for words! Helpless to keep my eyes off his immense pecs, I could only nod when Fabian stomped back over to me. He was speaking I'm sure, only I didn't have enough oxygen in my head to understand the words. I vaguely realised he had spared me because I had stood up for him, and never tormented him as the others had. He also handed me this swanky invitation for a lavish party at his new mansion, although I was so titillatingly aroused by that deep, droning baritone I barely registered anything amiss until much later. Firstly, since when did Fabian live in a mansion? He even sent a car to my door, and a very big, very expensive one at that! The thing probably cost more than my house! Hell even the driver was positively stacked! He wasn't anywhere close to Fabian of course, but easily a good hundred pounds heavier than me! Now I wasn't a bodybuilder back then, not by a long shot, but I had packed on enough muscle to get kicked off the swim team. That counted for something right? In either case, after quite some travel (I lived in one of the poorer districts), an opulent manor house grew out of the evening darkness at the end of a straight drive. Lights glistened in the structure's many diamond-paned windows. On either side of the main driveway laid rows upon rows of trimmed hedges and marble fountains – all of them depicting life-sized versions of Fabian flexing his colossal muscles. And then the car looped around to Fabian's backyard, where booming music and a whole array of spotlights cleaved through the night as though the greatest party on earth was well underway. I was directed up a flight of stairs to where the music hit me so hard I almost stepped back. This wasn't a party, this was a super party! There must have been a thousand people in and around the pool, and a thousand more across all the balconies, stages, and bars! Practically everyone was topless, clad in nothing save for the skimpiest of swimming trunks, if they were clad at all! But most naked of all was Fabian himself. There was no missing him, seven feet two and just over four hundred frigging pounds of solid, rippling muscle. He had laid himself out in the shallower end of his pool and was quite literally covered with fawning flatterers. The former-nerd-turned-hulk had huge men straddling his biceps, his quads, and of course his immense, bloated erection. As it turned out, someone with my physique mattered very little here. There were servants handing out party uniforms – enhancing swimming trunks and thongs of all colours and sizes. I had picked out a sparkling blue thong that really enhanced my very ample maleness, but even then most of the studs here barely batted their eyes at me. For the first time since I started hitting the gym, it was as though I was completely invisible. That was good. That was very good. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the party outside had spilled into the mansion. Everywhere I turned there were men, big men, utterly nude and engaged in all manner of debauchery. There were guys wrestling, flexing, even fucking each other on every available piece of furniture. No one weighed anything less than two twenty, against these guys I might as well have been the scrawny nerd. The scrawny nerd going unnoticed that is. But man, that didn't make the job much easier, Fabian must have had a hundred room here, half of them bedrooms. It wasn't until the wee hours of morning did I finally stumble into the grandest, most lavishly decorated suite in the entire building. Not that I could tell to be fair, but I knew immediately that this room belonged to Fabian himself, for it sported a positively gargantuan bed that looked like it had been reinforced with steel. Oh there was also a large hot tub right in the middle, built into the floor. But that wasn't the kicker, for upon one of the bookshelves sat a large, curved, silvery dildo. Upon closer inspection, I noted that it was connected to some kind of latch built into the wood. So I did what any prospective Dildo thief would do, and pulled it. There was a click, followed by the soft rumbling of heavy machinery. A whirlpool formed in the hot tub, water draining away as a magnificent, gleaming phallus broke through the surface, pushed up on a marble pedestal. A whole two feet long and cast from polished gold, the Dildo of the Demigods shimmered with its own light, as if greeting its newest master. Splashing into the tub, I seized my prize and held its hefty weight in my hands, marvelling at the unnatural smoothness and fine detail. It's purpose fulfilled, the pedestal retreated back into the hot tub, blending into the tiles as the water level returned to normal. There was even a measuring tape coiled up beside it, ha! Well look at me, alone in a swanky hot tub in the most opulent bedroom for miles around, with the Dildo of the Demigods heavy in my hands. Was I going to stuff this baby up my ass and start making wishes like crazy? You fucking bet! Just look at my fucking cock, it was already rock hard at the prospect of what was to come! It looked like I had stuffed a whole bratwurst into my thong! I rested the artefact on one of the seats, noting how it was so large only half of it could be submerged. Then I straddled it and pulled aside the strap of my thong so the immense head could kiss the virgin flesh of my asshole. So smooth, so slick, I wasn't going to need any lube for this, so I began relaxing my muscles, stretching open my sphincter and allowing my body to sink down upon that oversized mushroom head. It took some time, but after almost an hour of mindful breathing, I managed to wrap my aching butt hole around the thickest part of the head. With a soft pop, I suddenly found myself dropping a good four inches, the Dildo all but slamming into my ass and punching me so hard in the prostate I saw stars! And then I felt it! The electrifying power of the demigods surged into my prostate, saturating it before bursting out in waves! Goosebumps bristled across every inch of my body, a lewd, shameless moan croaked from my lips, so much pleasure shooting up and down my spine I could barely curl my toes in delight. Now one with the Dildo, I snatched snatched the measuring tape, which I had left floating in the tub, and stretched it across my thong-constrained erection. Seven inches, above average, but not for much longer! I made my first wish, causing a wave of warmth to burst from my prostate, what felt like a million little bubbles dancing beneath my skin as the Dildo's energies swept over me. Like magic, my cock started to twitch and swell, pushing out of my crotch and fattening like an inflating balloon. It was beginning to throb, and hard, pulsing in and out by the inch! And then it started growing bigger, just stretching up and up and up! The thick, mushroom head was swelling larger than my shaft, just as it should be! Oh god in heaven this felt so fucking good! I was already pushing past the nine inches, my member jerking and shuddering and testing the limits of my thong. Ten inches... eleven... twelve! Fuck me my cock was growing into a monster, like a swollen pillar of muscly flesh! There was a surge of power that rocked my prick with a spasm so strong I dropped another inch down on the Dildo. My meat just exploded, not with an orgasm but with several fucking pounds of pure muscle. In an instant it shot out half a foot, almost knocking the tape out of my hands! My sparkling thong could no longer fully contain something so huge, the fabric having been stretched so much as to expose the first five or so inches of man! That was all me down there! All muscle, all veins! My muscular manhood was audibly pulsing! THROB THROB THROB THROB! And still it continued to grow! Fuck yeah! I wanted to cum so bad, my balls were fucking fat now, like kiwis! And still growing bigger! My body was starting to heat up, like the Dildo was pumping me full of roiling, orgasmic power. My breaths were coming in harder, stronger, the bubbles beneath my skin were staring to boil. The sensations were growing more and more intense, almost rumbling within my muscles. I could see veins rising out of my hands, my arms, even my chest! It was fucking amazing! Oh god... here it comes... here it comes! “RRAAGHHH!” I roared, lurching on the Dildo and striking a double bicep pose. My arms began exploding, gigantic masses of roiling sinew blasting out from where my biceps and triceps used to be. I could feel the skin stretching tighter than a drum, a network of throbbing dances snaking across the rippling surface. Holy fuck all this strength, all this size felt fucking amazing and they were still growing bigger! One flex, just one, filled my arms with a pump so fucking incredible my biceps split into multiple peaks, each one battling their neighbours for space as they swelled with more and more size! I was salivating now, just from watching, from feeling my gargantuan guns exploding out of me. As Fabian had earlier today, my arms were morphing into oversized mammoths! Thick wedges of rippling brawn had swelled out of my forearms, throbbing veins fuelling their growth even as my wrists widened to accommodate them. I could even feel my bones getting heavier as my arms expanded, they would need to, I had wished up a lot of muscle! Fuck! I could feel the rest of me growing faster and harder as I expanded into massiveness! Monstrous deltoids, huge like bowling balls and ripped to shreds, exploded out of my shoulders before sending huge coils of sinew down to my chest. Twin boulders, each a heaving mass of pulsating flesh, blasted out of my body and swelled past the size of car tires! Just flexing them was causing each colossal muscle to break into rows, each one so oversized they had caused my nipples to point down! And my nipples! Fuck I could feel them getting so fucking erect! They were diamond hard, each teat must have protruded out a good inch or two, thick like sausages and throbbing with need. Despite having the most musclebound arms on the planet, I managed to seize my awesome nips and promptly cried out like a sick child as I twisted them between trembling fingers. Pre-cum, thick and white, began dribbling... no... spurting from them, fuck yeah! I had just brought my arms to rest when a pair of huge lats burst out my sides, pushing my them away and causing my back to grow so wide it quickly attained a spectacular Y-shape. My waist, despite having grown marvellously thick with mass, still remained comparatively narrow to the rest of me. As I continued to grow, my once faint abdominals swelled out of my gut, thick with muscle, becoming solid bricks chiselled from the finest marble. The canyons separating each shredded muscle had been cut so deep into my flesh I could feel the sweat travelling through them like irrigation canals! When my torso lengthened some more, another pair of muscular bricks bulged out of my gut, granting me the freakish eight-pack of my dreams! You'd think being so top heavy would have pushed me even lower onto the Dildo, only I had almost been stretched to my limit! No more Dildo was going to get in without making myself even bigger, and speaking of bigger, I still had my legs to grow! Right on cue, teardrop-shaped masses of sheer muscle erupted from my quads, growing to incomprehensible sizes and battling each other for space. My thighs hulked out so massively they actually collided with one another, the force of the impact flinging my legs apart as my growth shot down each limb. My calves, diamond-shaped, swelled to the size of footballs and then swelled some more! My legs, hell my entire body was barely lengthening in time to keep up with my growth! I knew not how long I sat there, skewered upon the Dildo of the Demigods, only I had spent the time hulking out of my skin until my body morphed into some kind of musclebound juggernaut. The moment I achieved my goal shape, the artefact flashed a brilliant gold, and began pushing me toward my goal size! So I did what any grower would do, I fell back and wailed with ecstasy, plunging myself upon even more Dildo and splashing into the tub. Every inch of me was growing now, my muscles blowing out in sync with with my frame, swelling up more and more, rock hard brawn rippling from every inch of my being as I shot up by the foot! It was... magnificent. By the time I was done, every muscle in my body had grown so attuned to my pleasure that simply immersing my cock into the tub was driving me mad with arousal, like the flowing of water beneath the surface was somehow jacking me off! My cock actually grew so much harder it all but ripped my sparkling thongs apart! Not wanting to blow my load just yet, I squeezed my muscular new sphincter around the Dildo, getting up only after I was sure I had a good grip. Then, with that oversized relic rocking my world (and my prostate) with every footfall, I stepped out of the tub and swaggered over to where Fabian had covered an entire wall with mirrors. Fuck me. Fuck me! I was nothing but a fucking mountain of hulking, titanic muscle! At nine fucking feet tall, my entire fucking body was bigger, stronger, and a hundred times more muscular than any teenager had the right to be! And I looked fucking AMAZING! There I was, monstrous chest heaving with every violent breath I took. My huge, oversized arms stuck out at wide angles from either side of me, propped up by lats swollen with rock hard muscle! My pecs were boulder-sized globes of striated flesh and rippling brawn, thrusting out almost two feet before me and looming over my stomach like an overhanging cliff. And my midsection, holy shit now that was something – eight titanium bricks that exploded with power every time my chest rose with my breaths. My wrecking-ball shoulders and barn-door back made me wider than a fucking car! They supported a fucking sequoia of a neck – so fucking thick they were bigger than most bodybuilder's quads! Below my tremendous torso, my monolithic legs resembled foundation pillars! My quads alone were thicker than oil drums and glutted with rippling muscle! But most importantly of all, between those juggernauts swayed a veritable python of a penis. Even at absolute flaccidity that thing must have measured three or so feet long and nine inches across. It was so massive it actually reached down to my kneescaps! Holy crap! I began spreading my legs, bending my knees as much as I could so I could assume a makeshift sumo stance. This also served to allow my monstrous genitalia to hang heavily from my crotch. My immense testicles had swollen to the size of small melons, and I could actually feel them pulsing softly as they churned with my seed. Hah, I was so musclebound I couldn't lower myself enough to rest the Dildo back on the floor! Instead, I began exploring my new muscles – especially those I were currently flexing. More than once I caught myself in a double bicep pose, veins the size of garden hoses throbbing across my magnificent arms. This had always been my favourite pose, and these forty-two inch guns were testament to that! In fact, watching myself flexing those babies was turning me on beyond belief. As my manhood began gorging itself on blood, it's immense girth began expanding with unprecedented size and power. Three feet swelled to four, then five, then six! That's right, this fucking monster of a cock's longer than some people were tall! In fact, it was so fucking huge that bloated shaft shot way past my head, taking away any ability I had to blow my own dong. Dissatisfied that my own penis was blocking my view of my muscles, I flexed my incredible new inner penile muscles and brought that fucking cannon back down. I was now pointing it dead ahead, toward the mirror, as I continued pumping my gigantic guns and flexing my ponderous pecs. Like my cock, my nipples oozed with pre-cum, a little something I had thrown in to sate some personal fetishes. Unlike my nipples, my super-sized schlong ended in a massive mushroom head the size of a motorcycle helmet! I also sported a cum hole almost five inches long, so huge you could stick your fucking hand into the gap and scoop up some of the pre gushing from it. Why is my cock gushing pre? You damned well know it! I was turning myself on just by fucking existing! Already I could feel my balls overflowing with my seed! That the Dildo of the fucking Demigods was still pressed so deeply against my prostate was doing me no favours. Against my better judgement, I continued to flex, continued to whisper obscenities at my reflection as I palmed the biggest muscles in the world. So clouded was my mind with arousal that I didn't notice myself losing control of my body. By the time I caught myself lathering my swollen penis with spit, it was too late. As the damn broke before the onslaught of my orgasm, I could only watch as a grotesque bulge swelled form the underside of my cock. Then my cock hole was wreched open, a great white deluge exploding from the gap like I had turned a fucking fire hose on the mirror. Holding my flex as best I could, I let my euphoric bellows fill Fabian's bedroom. Three shots was all it took for me to drench the mirror. No longer being able to worship my reflection, I turned around so I could fire my seed at every available surface. Fuck yeah! My hips were jerking so powerfully I could probably break a wall with my strength! And speaking of which, a minute was all it took for me to coat every inch of wall with my juices! Not wanting the sensations to stop, I stomped over to Fabian's emperor-sized bed and plunged my cock between the bed and mattress, where I continued to explode until the bed was blasting cum out of its sides! It was around the time that my cock ripped through the mattress did a filthy idea hit me. I might have been a total virgin where my ass was concerned, but now that I had the Dildo of the Demigods stuffed up there, what better way to hit my climax than fuck myself for all I was worth? So I wished for the Dildo to fuck me, to punch me in the prostate like a fucking jackhammer, until my orgasm grew so powerful as to knock me right out! I fell onto Fabian's ruined bed, delirious with pleasure as the Dildo began doing just that! Two fucking feet of gleaming metal railed into my ass before pulling out and slamming back for another round. My tongue had rolled out, my cock continued to spasm, my mighty pecs flexing uncontrollably as my nipples erupted with orgasms of their own! I was literally dripping in my own gunk now, drinking in whatever splashed into my mouth. What did I care that I was destroying Fabian's bedroom? I was a fucking muscle god! And muscle gods could do whatever the fuck they wanted! Fuck yeah! I was all fucking muscle! All enormous, bulging, roiling muscle! And I was going to cum so much harder, so much stronger! I could feel the climax to end all climaxes building in my prostate! It was coming... I was going to blow... o-oh god... here it comes... I'm going to explode! “OOOOOOUUUUUUGGHHHHH!” For hours upon hours, I came and came and came some more. For hours upon hours I drowned myself with more pleasure than my brain could handle. For hours and hours... and then at last, I came until I knew no more. *** When I awoke, the first sensation my addle brain could register was the expanding of my huge-mongous chest muscles as I filled my lungs with much needed oxygen. When I tried to roll over however, I found that I could not move very much. As my brain recovered from the ordeal I had put myself through, I quickly realised that I wasn't lying down any more. Rather, I was on my feet. My arms and legs had been pulled up and out, spread-eagle style, and my wrists and ankles felt as though they had been chained to something. But most frighteningly, the Dildo of the Demigods... it was gone! “Ah, awake at last are we?” called a familiar voice. Immediately my eyes snapped open, just in time to see Fabian grinning wickedly at me from some distance away. He had put on some clothes – a formfitting onesie decorated with chess pieces. But more importantly, he had the gleaming Dildo in one muscled arm. “I waited for you to wake up naturally you know?” he sneered, “Would you believe me if I told you you were out for a whole day?” As more and more of my prison came into view, I realised that I had been trapped in some kind of dungeon. The whole thing had been built from dark bricks and decorated with braziers and chains. Off on either side of me, I spotted rows of Fabian's other prisoners, all of them jocks he had taken from the gym this morning, all of them gagged, and chained up to what I could only describe as rape racks. “Would you rather be in one of those, Samson?” Fabian asked, having caught me looking at his prized prisoners, “Because I thought chaining you to a pair of pillars was more... suitable for your namesake.” Ah, crap, I really was chained to a pair of pillars! Try as I might, even with my incredible muscles the chains were much too strong and the columns too heavy. “Reinforced titanium,” explained Fabian, patting the Dildo as he did so, “After I found you passed out in the ruins of my bedroom, Dildo in ass, I realised I was going to need something much tougher to hold you down.” The former nerd strolled over to me and pressed his face so close to mine I could almost smell him. “Do you want to know why I waited for you to wake up?” he growled, “Because I wanted you to see, and feel, everything that's about to happen. Try steal the Dildo from me would you? Well now you're going to pay, nobody messes with me you hear? Nobody.” I watched Fabian position the Dildo behind himself, my ass puckering up like someone had fed it a lemon. Then, he unzipped the fly at the back of his onesie and then readied the artefact against his hungry hole. “I love this part,” he teased, “Don't you?” And suddenly he slammed almost an entire foot in! “OOOOGGHHH GOD!” he moaned, “Feels so good!” I watched him shuddering as the Dildo connected with his prostate, drool dribbling from his gasping lips. That wasn't good! “There we go,” he finally breathed, “Now let's see, how best make an example of you – the failed Dildo thief?” “I know!” he continued, “How about... I wish to grow twice as fucking muscular as I am now!” Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap! “OOOH YEEES!” screamed Fabian, almost convulsing on the Dildo, “HERE. IT. COMES!” SHRRRIIIIIIIP! BANG! POP! SHRRIIIIIIIPP! Fucking hell! The front of his onesie was just ripping to pieces as his colossal pecs exploded outward and upwards, roiling with insane size and maddening power. His sleeves were utterly demolished as bulging, veiny biceps blew up until they were twice as muscular as mine! Fuck, his entire torso was just growing broader and longer! His tree-trunk neck was thicker than a telephone pole and his traps were surging out so massively they reached all the way to his chin! I could only gawk as his deltoids exploded into planetoid orbs of pure power. Fabian's shredded, over-muscled quads were next, each segment erupting out of his thigh as though muscle bombs were going off under his paper-thin skin. His legs were growing so huge so quickly they all but blasted his onesie to bits! I watched them grow so fucking thick with mass he began looking like he could crush cars between them! And then there were his feet! They were longer than skateboards and thicker than fuck! Oh god! He was looming over me now, his impossibly massive body flexing with impunity as ludicrous amounts of muscle bulged out from every cell! His onesie had been reduced to tattered shreds, clinging onto his growing body from sweat alone. I watched him shoot past the ten foot mark, still growing, still flaring out, until he towered over even me at a staggering twelve fucking feet! And then there was his cock, for some reason it remained the two and a half foot jawbreaker I had seen yesterday morning. “You're wondering why I'm not growing my monster dong aren't you?” rumbled Fabian from above me, fuck his voice had dropped a whole octave! “Well you're wrong, I'm just not going to grow it now!” The moment I registered that walking mountain getting into position behind me, my cock swelled with so much blood it would have smashed my face in were it not for my immense pecs blocking the way. Fabian, thank god, misread my reaction for something far more primal. “Fuck Samson,” he moaned, huge muscles pressing against my back, “I never took you for a fucking cock slut! I was hoping to keep you here so I could break you in like I did all those losers over there!” I just needed to survive this. I just needed to work him to as big an orgasm as I could, and then survive it. This might be my only chance, if I don't get to turn the tables now the opportunity might never come again! “Oooh shit man your ass is something else!” purred Fabian from behind me. He had plunged his cockhead between my rippling butt cheeks, so much cream oozing from the head streams were already running down my legs. But when he pulled back, I made the mistake of letting my guard now. There was a thundering SLAM as two fucking feet of cock suddenly, inexplicably, crashed through my hole like a fucking battering ram. To say I screamed would have been the understatement of the century. Having my ass chute violated so violently it triggered a fucking thunderstorm that shorted out my neurons. When I finally came to, my chin was wet with drool and my massive pecs wetter with cum. Fabian's huge paws were clinging to them, molesting them even, massaging my chest muscles and causing my nipples to spew even more cream. That monstrous muscleman had grown his cock while I was out, and that equally monstrous organ now stretched my hole so much he might as well have stuffed his forearm into my chute. Not that that compared to the freakish bulge poking out of my stomach. Even with my huge pecs blocking the way, I could make out Fabian's colossal cock punching against the inside of my midsection with every thrust. The former chess nerd was moaning unintelligibly, so overcome with arousal that his brain was starting to shut down, just as mine had. Sensing no other option, I began gyrating my hips in tandem with his thrusting, my body quivering in delight as he abused my prostate and rearranged my internal organs. “Cock slut loves it doesn't he?” Fabian would occasionally pant. Not that I minded, I knew my plan was working, I could feel his balls growing from the workout I was giving him. “Fuuuuuck,” he breathed, “S-Stop... getting close... close...” Knowing better than to obey, I began flexing my pecs against his hands. Then, while he was momentarily distracted, I flexed every single muscle in my body, or at least every muscle I could. As my body bulged out with power, my inner muscles crushed Fabian's cock so powerfully he almost deafened me as his orgasm took hold. Just as I hoped, that monster began pumping me full of protein-rich super cum. Thanks to my musclebound sphincter, I could cling to his cock so tightly as to prevent even a drop from escaping. For the most part, Fabian must have thought me some kind of cock hungry slut, for he continued slamming into me as he dumped bucket after bucket up my ass. As my gut began distending, growing heavier with the weight of more and more sperm, I felt my abdominal muscles stretching out to accommodate them. Before long I was sporting a turtle shell muscle gut, my bellybutton even popping out despite me always being an 'innie'. Fuck, how much cum did this guy have! My gut was growing so huge it was pushing my swollen cock down! I think he was even going to give me stretch marks! Oh my god! Two hours. Two fucking hours! Fabian spent all that time ramming me like a freight train and pumping me so full of cum my gut swelled out to the size of a small car! I was gasping now, breathless and nearly overwhelmed from the experience. My erection had even been pressed into the floor by my swollen gut, dribbling into a puddle of my juices. Fabian, for the most part, looked a little worse for wear. His eyes had glazed over and he was drooling even more than me. Almost robotically, he plucked himself free and then giggled when he noticed me clenching extra hard to avoid losing more cum. “Fuuuck me you're the biggest slut in the room!” he drawled, before wobbling back in front of me, “You know what, I think I'm going to keep you! None of these losers can take a load like you do, just look at that gut!” Miraculously, he then plucked the Dildo from his ass and set it about ten feet from me. “You're not thinking that your punishment's over I hope?” he sneered, “Because you know... anytime you want you can get as big and strong as me.” That hulking muscleman gestured to the Dildo and laughed, “Why don't you come over here and insert this here Dildo into your... Oh wait, you can't, can you?” When I didn't reply, that wicked sneer twisted into a grim smirk. “Bet you're wishing you could make like Samson and hulk out of those pillars eh?” he laughed, “I'm just going to leave this here, just so you can see what you're missing out on.” I watched him go, unable to take my eyes off those shredded glutes, only for him to stop suddenly. “Before I forget,” he said loudly, addressing his other prisoners, “That goes for the rest of you too! Maybe if you nerds worked out a little more you'd be strong enough to stand up to me, ha ha!” And then he was gone, the secret door to his dungeon sliding back into place and bathing us in near darkness. Perfect. Recalling one of the many wishes I had made before, I arched my back as much as I could and closed my eyes. I heard it quickly enough – a strange rumbling or churning sound that filled the entire dungeon. I could sense some of the other prisoners looking around in fright, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when they realised it was coming from me. “AWW FUCK YEEEAAH!” I roared, every muscle in on my stomach flexing madly I began consuming every drop of cum Fabian had dumped up my ass. Within seconds my gut had compressed so aggressively I had cut the bloat in half, and a few seconds after that, I had absorbed so much more as to return my waist to its former narrow glory. I knew they were watching, their eyes unblinking. My shoulders were bulging out again, sculptured flesh writhing and reforming, rock hard muscle pushing out of my monstrous frame and adding their mass to my already frightening brawn! “RRAAGGHHH!” I bellowed, almost quaking my gigantically muscled thighs erupted with even more power. I could make out every single fibre rippling with energy as my legs morphed into oversized world destroyers. Above me, monstrous biceps had all but devoured my arms, battling my hulking triceps for my attention even as my impossible new size shattered the chains that held me. Fuck my forearms were bigger than most people's torsos! I was shooting up now, my body growing taller and wider as more and more muscle exploded out from where I already had plenty. As I stretched out my arms, planetoid pectoral muscles hulked out of my chest and thrust another five fucking feet before me. The sensations were orgasmic beyond belief! Even my nipples were growing more muscular, fat like little penises, riddled with veins that branched out from my widening areoles to the rest of me. My neck, fuck my neck, it was swelling past the thickness of the pillars that once held me, my awesome traps erupting out like volcanoes and reaching all the way to my ears! My massive deltoids were bigger than cars, having grown as big as my torso had been just a few moments before! Almost too effortlessly, I shifted my stance and obliterated the chains binding my ankles. My feet were bigger enough to smash cinder blocks, so heavy with muscle just wiggling my toes crushed the stone beneath them. As my stance widened to make way for even more brawn, I quite literally shattered the floor beneath my feet! Dear god I must have been twelve feet now, just as tall as Fabian had been but almost twice as gorged with mass! Lats the size of grown men were blasting out of my sides, pushing away the musclebound juggernauts passing for my arms and causing my back to grow even wider! Fuck! I must have been eight fucking feet wide at the shoulders! And I was still, growing, BIGGER! “YEEEES!” I bellowed, rocking the very foundations of Fabian's mansion, “MOOOORRREE!” My monolithic muscles erupted with even more size, even more power, when I brought my arms up for another double bicep. Only this time, my arms had hulked out with such impunity they were scant millimetres away from being as huge as my fucking legs. I wasn't going to reach my face ever again, but did I fucking care? When your arms were as fucking muscular as these, you bet I wasn't! “RRAAAGHH!” I roared again, no longer able to form words in my throat. My body was evolving now, surpassing even Fabian's as I continued bulking up and hulking out. I had become a swelling mass of unstoppable muscle. My huge fists could crush cars and my abdominal muscles would pass for titanium fucking anvils! Having heard me bellowing with arousal, it was no surprise that Fabian came barrelling through the secret wall not long after. When he saw me there, almost twenty feet tall and bulging with heaving, mighty muscle, his jaw all but fell off his face. This was how it should be, he – the (comparatively) scrawny chess nerd – and me – the fucking HULK! There was almost no compare. I outsized, outmuscled him in every conceivable way save for one. I had forgotten to wish for the ability to grow my cock through cum, and so the lesser man's monster of a cock still outclassed mine. For now. In his panic, Fabian broke into a sprint, hell bent on getting to the Dildo before I did. It was almost pitiful, he having to run almost thirty feet while I merely had to take three fucking steps! So took my time, even going so far as to kneel before the artefact so I could smash my monster god-pecs into his face. Now that guy was no lightweight, but when you had almost a hundred fucking tons of muscular armour, he might as well have thrown a muffin at me. The impact of my chest slam caused a shockwave that sent Fabian hurtling all the way back to the wall! Confident in my victory, I adjusted my stance and dropped my immense weight upon the Dildo of the Demigods! “NOOOO!” shrieked Fabian. But it was too late, a great flash of golden light filled the dungeon as the artefact and I became one once more. Only this time, I had grown so impossibly huge and muscular I simply sucked the Dildo up my ass, all the way to the base, before closing my sphincter behind it. Fabian, in his desperation, and perhaps forgetting he was but a gnat to me, had actually raced back and pressed his trembling fingers into my ass crack. He wanted to pull my asshole apart so he could pull the Dildo out. It was almost too cute. “AAAAHHHH!” he screamed, “FUCK! FUCK LET GO!” I had crushed his fingers together with my ass cheeks alone. I had grown so strong that even with Fabian's mighty strength, the smaller man could not escape my steely buns. I began to walk, grinding my quads together and dragging the struggling former-nerd with me, until I came before a pair of his prisoners. Holy fuck I was so strong now their bindings were like strings to me, so easily ripped off I had to remind myself to be extra gentle when I picked them up by the waist. While I recognised them, I hadn't the slightest clue what their names were, but that didn't matter now. Just looking at their wide, worshipful eyes had given me a plenty fun idea for payback, so I did what any good muscle god would do and stuffed their faces against my thunder-pecs. Like the muscle-hungry sluts they were, both jocks wasted no time devouring my throbbing nipples, suckling each teat their like lives depended on how well they pleasured me. Sure enough, within moments my immense chest muscles began flexing and roiling on their own accord, micro-orgasms pumping so much cum into their mouths I was surprised they didn't choke. Satisfied that they've had their fill, I simply dropped them, and moved on to the next pair. I didn't need to look to know their muscles were hulking out just as mine had. They were all going to grow into teenaged Hulks, no shorter than seven feet and no lighter than three hundred pounds, almost all of it muscle. As for their cocks, well... let's just say the future porn industry was going to need a new category just for them. Once the last jock was done muscling up, I turned my attention to Fabian, still pinned between my ass cheeks, and wished him back to his normal size. Within me, the Dildo flashed with power, a burst of light breaking free of my butt hole and bathing Fabian in its power. “W-What the?” he managed to gasp, eyes growing wide when he realised what was happening, “Oh god... Oh god no... Please, please I'm sorry! NOOOOOO!” In mere seconds, Fabian's muscles deflated like popped balloons, his entire body shrinking down until he looked like a child compared to me. I had grown into a fucking muscle giant alright, I was so fucking huge Fabian's feet didn't hit the ground until I released his hands! “W-Wait!” he had cried out, scared shitless as the hulked-up jocks closed in on him, “I... I can... uh... I have more Dildos! I can share them! Please!” I didn't need the Dildo's magic to know he was making that up, so I simply left him to his fate and made for my freedom. *** Just as before, Fabian's mansion was an impressive, immaculate estate. As I stomped through the grounds, my colossal god cock swinging cum everywhere, a large dollop struck Fabian's gardener. As the jocks had, he was soon bursting out of his clothes, huge pecs and huger biceps surging into being until he had been reduced to a pair of flimsy underwear that only just contained a very impressive, eleven-inch boner. Then the idea hit me. Yes, that idea, the one that put me – the big version of me – all over the internet. I had realised that I didn't want to live in a world where men weren't all superhuman bodybuilders, Fabian aside. So, I decided to do something about it. Before I knew it, my biceps were swelling into massive globes of vein-covered muscle. Whenever I flexed, my peaks would surge out, bloated with size as they packed on even more muscle. My pecs were soon exploding out to the size of blimps, thousand upon thousands of pounds of rock hard muscle blasting out of my chest and shooting down to the rest of me. My abs were hulking out into boulders! Fuck yeah! As my arms and legs lengthened, I began pumping a million fucking pounds of muscle into my body. My feet soon grew huge enough to crush buses, my calves easily the size of small buildings, and my quads were erupting with so much muscle you'll still see pictures of them if you google 'volcano'! I was growing into a massive god of pure muscle, every inch of me was bulging out with enormous wedges of uncontainable brawn. My balls had swollen so magnificently they could crush the landscape, my cock had transformed into a titanic tower of pure testosterone. It was already dribbling, many ponds of white hot cum forming as I grew. I couldn't help it, I just couldn't. No sooner did I cross the treeline did I begin to laugh a deep, booming chuckle. It was just incredible, growing to that kind of size was beyond words to describe. It was as though my entire body was getting bigger and harder the same way a penis would when a bodybuilder takes his shirt off for you. Only this penis just kept growing, and growing, and growing. By the time I was ready to walk again, there were news choppers buzzing around me like flies. And who could blame them? I was taller than a skyscraper and so heavily muscled the ground shook with my every footfall. I didn't make it halfway to the city's water supply before the army tried cutting me off. Rather than stomp them flat, I simply turned my goliath chest muscles their way and then flexed my right pec so hard as to trigger a series of titillating nipple-gasms. The amount of cum that flooded them was nearly enough to sweep the tanks away. They would be alright though, seven feet was going to be the new short and three hundred pounds of muscle was going to be the new lightweight. Knowing how buff those military men could get, I had good feelings about them. Needless to say the government called off the jets quickly enough. They had even called away the guards protecting our reservoir, not that they could stop me anyway. Unimpeded, I waded into the waters and displaced so much of it the dam actually overflowed. Then, I flexed my cock into the water and held it straight down between my legs. It didn't take me too long to cum, my muscles were turning me on so much I was literally always on the edge. The explosions of cum were so powerful I took out almost half the water supply by the time my dick calmed down again. Within minutes, the contaminated water was going to reach every single household in the city. Men all over were going to start hulking out of their clothes and falling upon each other as their insatiable libidos took over their minds. But then I thought, why stop at the city? I began pumping my giant guns again, building up the arousal I needed for what was to come. My balls were growing monstrous now, more so than they had ever been, until they were so huge I had to push them out behind me so they wouldn't prop me off the ground. Then I triggered my orgasm, simply running my hands down the most powerful abdominal muscles in the world would do that to a person. As my dick exploded, I began dumping cum one nut at a time, ensuring I would have a constant flow of white hot seed blasting from my cockhead. And then I upped the ante, bellowing with pleasure as veins throbbed all over my monster. I was being pushed off the ground! This was it, I was cumming so hard I was achieving lift-off! More power! More muscle! I didn't even have to use my legs to send my titanic body blasting off! So aroused I was I almost broke out of the earth's orbit. Thankfully the Dildo had shot me a warning from deep inside my body, granting me enough focus so I could point my cock the right way. Into the horizon I went, soaring across the country and raining ludicrous amounts of protein-rich semen on everyone and everything! You probably know how it all ended. After a whole day of shooting around like a cum rocket, society threatened to collapse as everyone stayed at home to jerk off instead of going to work. I had taken the opportunity to shrink back to a more... acceptable, size. While I did want to be a muscle god, I also yearned for the normal life I had been living. And now, here we are, living in a society which boasted the most muscular men on the planet! That was just fine for me, even if I didn't need to show off my size to appreciate it. After all, when the sun goes down and the lights go off, I grow so fucking muscular, so impossibly hung, it is all I can do to spend the night howling in ecstasy as my powerful prick paints my room white. Using the Dildo? Oh goodness no I didn't need to use the Dildo for this. You already know I had wished for the ability to turn cum into muscle mass – that's how I'm maintaining this physique so easily. I also wished for the ability to hulk out like the Hulk himself, whenever I wanted, without turning green in the process. Yeah, life's good. Well, you remember what I said at the beginning? That the Dildo never stays with one person too long and always changes hands by theft? Look, I don't need to check to know, but if it'll set your mind at ease... come with me. Here, this is the Vault. This is where I store the Dildo and where I return to if I'm planning to get... extra... massive. I saw your camera man sneaking into the backdoor just now you know. Have you not noticed how he's been 'in the bathroom' for the past two hours? There's no fighting it. The Dildo always changes hands by theft. No security system in the world will stop it. There, it... it's as I thought. Your camera guy is missing... and the Dildo of the Demigods gone with him. So you say he's former military, discharged from service after sustaining some kind of injury while on deployment? One that also stalled his ability to pump iron and also caused him to lose several boyfriends to just one of his more muscular rivals? Sounds like we have a very vengeful Dildo-user on the loose. Don't forget, the Dildo always changes hands by theft. Well then, we had best get started. And by we, I mean, you. *** Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for stopping by my story! Thanks also to @godofjurai for approving my second slot. I'd like to show my appreciation with this here sequence of a totally random guy using the Dildo of the Demigods for his own fun. Safe to say this is what most of us would (probably) look like if we ever got a hold of the Dildo for our own use!
  11. One of the ideas that came to me for Storyversary. Have two other projects, collabs, I'm working on, but needed to get this out of my head first. LOL Hope you enjoy. He Who Protesteth Too Much... by F_R_Eaky "Senator Roberts! You are just a sick SICK man!" bellowed Senator Michael Santini. His little head on his small framed body turning beat red as he looked up to Senator Caleb Roberts. Senator Roberts was a pretty good looking man for being in his mid fifties. His hair was still very thick and lush, vibrant, glistening ebony with streaks and flecks of grey and silver popping through. This sat on a handsome, modelesque face with sparkling blue eyes, and despite him being an older man, enjoyed wearing a beard always only as long or as full as three day old scruff. This hawt looking face sat upon a body that rose to a decent 6' 4" height that was very broad and very thick with muscle. His waist was just starting to give, losing some of its tightness, but currently he only looked like an older style bodybuilder where the waist and abs were the same thickness as his hips. Despite its thickness those abs still poked through with quite some size and definition; he would probably develop one of those off seasoned roid guts. But he wasn't quite as large as a bodybuilder. No... more like a personal trainer, maybe up to a wrestler. Although his hands were large and thick, looking like he had lifted since birth, and his feet were large and manly, thick and long. A size 16. And all of that body covered in thick, feathery, thin hair, just as black and speckled with white and grey as his head was. The body hair covered his chest, abdominals, arms, crotch, and legs completely, but it was so thick one couldn't see the muscular definition he had. Senator Michael Santini on the other hand, was short. Around 5' 4" tall, with a midsection that been developing since he started in politics some 35 years ago. His gut was so round, Senator Roberts often wondered if he pushed Santini over, would Santini simply bounce back up like the ball his gut was. He had the build of a weeble....an oompa-loompa. .. fake orange tan, too. His hair had already gone white and was quite balding. He kept his face perfectly shaven and clean. He had spectacles that partially hid his dulling brown eyes. His large fat jowls quivered and shook whenever he was angry. And tonight he was. "I can't believe you're pushing that mother fucking, damn homo agenda again!." "Michael, I only want equality for us. We have the ability to marry I want to make sure inheritance and hospital visitations and other things hetero sexual couples are entitled to are there for us as well." "It goes against nature. NATURE! It goes against GOD! And how disgusting, you and that man-child of yours." "That's my partner, and he's not a man-child. He's thirty yea...." "He's twenty-five years younger than you. That's not right. It's sickening!" "Well, there's nothing you can do about it. We're married, living in our own house, here in D.C. We don't attend your parties out of respect to you. We don't send you our Christmas cards. Just friggin' deal with it, you decrepit, old, blow-hard!" "OLD! You and I are...." "But no one would know it, would they? You look twenty years older than you are. You hold stuff in, so much anger, another five years and you'll look like the Grim Reaper, himself!" "Well... I reached the end of my rope!" "Good. Let go and fall." "I mean it. I'm not taking any more of your people's shit?" "You know what? I think you need to calm down. Why don't you go cash in your points at 'Whores R Us' this evening?" "YOU BASTARD!" And with that Senator Santini swung his heavy briefcase right into Roberts' groin. Roberts double over in pain, only to meet the briefcase side to face, flipping back over his car's trunk lid. "Are you nuts?!" Apparently the answer was yes, for at that moment, Senator Santini pulled a knife out from his fancy walking stick and attempted to take a jab. However, with Senator Roberts shaking his car a bit, it alerted his bodyguards and they came streaming out of the miniature limo. All of them easily between the 6' 6" to 6' 10" mark, with very well developed musculature that threatened to pop off every chest button from their button up shirts. Quickly one grabbed Senator Santini's hand and wrenched it backwards, forcing the knife to drop from his hand. Santini sputtered and cursed, under the questions the body guards had inquiring if they should call the police or just dump him off by his car. "No..." said Senator Roberts very solemnly. "I, too, have had enough. Me think the man dost protest too much, and we all know what that usually means. ... ... ... I have something better in mind for him. You two, go ice his tires and rip whatever you can get a hold of under the hood. You two hold him right there." Reaching into his car, Senator grabbed something out of his briefcase that looked long, wooden, highly polished, and slightly tapered at one end. Pointing it directly at Senator Santini's crotch, Senator Roberts looked as though he swelled a little larger, became a bit brighter, and then a low whisper came out of his mouth.... "Libido organum mutare te!" There was spark of light that shot out the stick that struck Santini's crotch, made it glow, made his penis and testicles radiate warmth, and then there was nothing. Senator Santini rolled his eyes back a little bit and curled his toes in his shoes as though he were having a slight orgasm. "What.... what have you done to me?" "Let us see exactly what you're made of, Michael. You will have to walk home tonight. I will make sure no one, nothing, will pick you up. You must walk home, and as you do so, this spell will cause your, what I'm sure is a minute pecker and cheerio sized balls, to grow.... the more it grows, the more it will make you grow later, turning you into a true paragon of whatever you are. If you like women, you'll become a good looking, womanizing, younger, middle-aged man again. If you don't... .... .... Well, let's just allow the magic of the universe to do what it wills." And with that two of Roberts bodyguards carried Santini and his briefcase back to his car and let him go. As he watched Roberts' mini-limo leave the garage, Santini swore loud and long many a curse word their direction. Then looking at his car, he spat in disgust, pulled out his keys, threw his briefcase into the passenger floorboard, and then locked the car back up. He first pulled his phone out and attempted to call for help from co-workers, taxis, uber-services; but no one heard him on the other end of the phone. He tried to flag down cars, but folks just drove right by him. He attempted to board a bus and then the subways, but every time he went to sit down in a seat, he'd suddenly be standing at the stop again, while the bus or car pulled away leaving him behind. Finally he gave up and began walking home. He walked briskly, with his head held up, for he knew some of the areas around the Mall were slightly dangerous at night, but if he looked like he knew where he was going, there would be a slightly less chance he'd be attacked. There were a number of couples out taking strolls along the park and he smiled and thought to himself, "As it should be." When, after passing several couples, nothing seemed to happen to him he laughed and thought, "Bastard Roberts tried to make me think that Harry Potter kind of shit was real. Ought to get that kind of stories banned, the damage they do to our children!" Santini rounded a corner and stopped for a moment. He could hear laughter. A male laughing, followed by the sound of a loud smooch. Over and over with the smooch sound. He thought to himself, "Go get her, man. Take her and make love." There was some rustling in some trees and bushes, followed by the sound of another man's voice laughing. Santini stopped in disgust, just in time to see one man falling backwards out of the bush, being caught by the other and pulled back into his arms. They were young, in their twenties. One was very thin and lithe. The other was a little beefier. The heavier one was in a sleeveless muscle shirt, the other in tank that was nearly pulled off his torso. They embraced and kissed fully, hard, and long. Their tongues were exploring each other's oral cavities and checking their tonsils for sure. They suddenly paused and noticed Santini standing there and gasped. Then looking at his face, laughed, looked at each other, and ran down the sidewalk, holding each other's hands. Santini started to mumble something about how unnatural it was but then stopped, struck dumb. A warmth came over his crotch and suddenly he swore he felt his cock ooze out a little more from his body. "I am not getting an erection over that. I despise it!" His balls responded this time swelling just a touch larger. Santini stood there trying to keep control, but it felt as though he might blow a load. Not here.... not in public.... that's so lewd! Just then some men appeared, walking together in a group, and they had their eyes set directly on Santini. He knew they were trouble. He could tell they meant to rob him. Quickly he crossed the street and then once across began to sprint down the side walk. Over his labored breathing he could head the pounding of their footsteps running at top speed and the sound was getting louder, closer. "We just wanna talk to you, man!" "Yeah, help a brother out?" "You look like you have some extra cash you don't need." Most of the men chasing him down were taller than Senator Santini, and much younger, so it didn't take too long before they overtook him. The leader, a man of about six feet in height and around 190 pounds of muscle, dressed in a muscle t-shirt and sleeveless denim vest, with blue jeans that had a severe case of slash marks, flipped Senator Santini around by his shoulders and slammed him, backside, up against a wall. "I really hate those that run!" the gang leader bellowed in Senator Santini's face. "You're gonna stay right where I tell you or you're gonna deal with this!" And with that the young man flexed his right arm in front of Santini's face. Santini's eyes grew wide in fear, not because of the man's ample sized upper arm created by a rising bicep peak or a well formed tricep horseshoe, but because the warmth spread over his groin again and he worried what this man might do if he realized. Realization was inevitable as quickly Santini's snake began to slither out farther from his groin, and as it grew and bunched in his underpants, Santini was unable to silence the moan escaping from his lips. Looking down the leader could see Santini's package filling out a little more. "What the hell? Do I turn you on, you pervert?" The leader didn't have time to hear the answer. The quick wail of a police siren and Santini kneed the man in the groin. Santini then took off running, with a couple of the gang members still following him, others went in different directions, and the rest were detained by the police. With a part of the gang still in pursuit, Santini made his way through various garages and alleyways as well as some well travelled main streets to give the gang the slip. They were however just as keen as the Agency or the Bureau to use cell phones and pairs to keep tabs on him. He could see a pair of them spotting him again as he took off down an alley which, lucky for him, had a couple coming out of a door that was useable by one side only. He ran up past, the couple, and then caught the door behind them. Swinging around he pulled it shut and then turned to face the room he was in. It was a movie theater. "Oh gawd." Santini thought. "This could be saving or the kill." Yes, it was indeed a public place, but they could lay in wait for him outside, or worse yet, come into the theater and sit by that exit door and the seating arena's entrance. He needed to make sure no one else saw him so that they could tell the gang members he was there, in case they said they were "looking for a friend." Being a small man, he ran for the arena entrance and then ducked into a trash bin. His short and lithe frame, well, with a bit of paunch, fit just snuggly, but well, with inside the confines of the box. It worked out well as when the attendants came round, they merely peaked down the top of the garbage bag and saw it wasn't anywhere near to being one-fourth of the way through and so they let it be. Santini exhausted from running, being out of shape, old, and him coming down from the adrenaline rush, soon fell asleep. He woke up to the sound of a movie going. There was sound of breaking glass... or china, raised voices in a heated argument. Gingerly, although not quite as stealthily as he would have hoped, Senator Santini came out from his hiding place. Walking into the seating area, he peered around and above the wall he stuck close to and saw no one was in attendance for this movie's showing. Breathing a sigh of relief, before he began to walk his way home again, he though to rest in the seats for just a moment to ease the tension of his back, shoulders, and neck. "Why are you so angry with me, Ted? And how could you be with Skye?" the movie played out. "Because you left me. You said we were going to do everything together, be everywhere once we got away from our parents and half way through your sophomore year you bailed on our college, on me." "Oh lord..." thought Santini to himself. "All the places I could hide in and this one is showing the movie I wanted banned." "I needed you there, Craig. Even if we didn't stay together, I needed you. I needed your street smarts. Help me navigate coming out to family, introducing and working myself into the gay community, to see who the predators were, the one night stands, the clubs where I'd get my wallet picked clean, the places one could actually have fun, the introduction to... .... ... You left. You lost all those chances. Skyelar came in and helped me, assisted me. He taught me all the code words we use to classify ourselves into this genre or fetish, introduced me to the leather world, the drag world, the bear world, the we just look like plain ordinary men but we love ass world. And the whole time he never made an advance on me. He never thrust me into a situation that was more than I could handle or comprehend. He sat by me during my first morning hangover wipeout. You weren't here. You claimed you loved me, wanted to be with me, yet you missed out on every first. If you had just made some sort of si....." At that point in the movie Craig pulled Ted in and kissed him full and deeply. The kiss lasted for a good three to four minutes. Afterwards, Ted broke free and slapped Craig across the face and punched him on the chest. It was then the pair noticed that Skyelar was in the doorway. Senator Santini looked up in wide-eyed wonderment at the scene that was playing out and he felt something stir inside him - deep inside him. The stirring gave way to a warmth in his groin. "Oh.... no.... no.... no... not here.... NOT HERE!" The growing sensation this time nearly sent Santini flying backwards out of his chair. His hips, buttocks, and groin region raised up in the air and his pecker pushed itself out longer, thicker, than ever before while his balls inflated like a balloon on a helium tank. In a matter of seconds the bulge around Santini's crotch was very noticeable. The movie music cued dramatically as Skyelar punched Craig and then turned to grab Ted. The look was the typical "are you all right" look that is given just before the other person kisses the hero. "No. NO!" The senator burst through the exit door. Damn if the gang is still out there. He'd rather be beaten and stolen from than to watch that movie or have his cock inflated ever longer and with more girth because of it. Hobbling along, Senator Santini continued his walk towards his home. He package was ample enough it caused a little problem with his gate, especially in its balled up state. At about the half way mark from the theater to his home he crossed an intersection known for its "business." In fact the senator had frequently picked up a number of ladies here, some of them becoming favorites and regulars. In his worn out and harried state none of the ladies recognized him and so all were aggressively and openly hitting on him to take him home of the evening. The senator stammered no and pushed the ladies away, albeit politely and tried to continue his walk home. Several ladies joked about him not being a real man, man enough to handle them. That's when another figure stepped out from the shadows. It was man, who stated loudly that may he was too much man for the ladies and needed another man to handle the job. He did this while sliding up very close to the senator and then squeezing the senator's package. "Holy shit! Aren't you a blessed one! My gawd, I think I could either ride you for free or I ought to pay you." Stunned by the comment, Santini looked at the man in all his tight fitting and skin revealing clothing and realized he found the man and his body both attractive and the warming sensation hit his groin once more and the round package now bulged out as though the senator had a softball, perhaps a grapefruit, or something slightly larger, stuffed down the front of his underwear. The man of the corner looked down in absolute awe and bliss and gave Santini a wink. The senator turn and bolted, running for his house once more, although he was constantly racking himself in pain now. Finally he arrived at his house. His wife was still out for the evening at some charity function, so he quickly made his way into his study. Sitting down he poured himself a drink on the rocks, took a sip, and then proceeded to hold the glass to his groin as though cooling down his crotch rocket might help it return to normal. That's when he felt it. The warmth returned to the senator's crotch, but this time it seemed to build up specifically in his prick and then the sensation rose and spread out through his body. "Auuuuugh" He saw the tightness of his shirt around his gut loosen up a bit. He felt his feet become a little more snug in his shoes. His crotch didn't quite feel as heavy as it did a moment before. "Auuuuuugh." It happened again, this time he felt his shoulders spreading out. His arms felt as though they were filling out his sleeves a bit, like they had never ever done so in his life. "Auuuuugh." Again the pulsing and pushing with his cock shrinking? And his body seemed to stretch and grow. His shoes felt as though they had given way for just a bit, but then the leather wrapped around his foot and travelled about three-fourths of the way up his shin. "Ah-oooooooouh!" Again the inverted pulse, the cock apparently shrinking, Santini's body growing outward. His knees were pushing too far under the desk and close to hitting the drawer bottom. He felt something change with his pants. They felt tighter on him and when he moved they caused his leather desk chair to squeak in blurts and blaps that nearly sounded like farting. "Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" His pants became tighter still, and shinier. The waist band wrapped itself around Santini's waist tightly and he could feel like his core was tight, taut, and strong. His arms were being pushed away by something, being lifted up and hanging out. The sleeves on his shirt were nearly form fitting and his shirt had become this billowing poets shirt with ruffley cuffs and collar. "Ah-hooooooooooooo!" Suddenly the Senator felt his hair touch his neck, no, touch his shoulders as a new goodly portion of his bangs fell down in front of his eyes. He felt his chest swell and a button fly off the poet shirt, whose sleeves filled out thicker and rounder from the senator's bulging upper arms and formidable forearms. His thighs and his ass swelled out more and caused the pants, which he knew now were leather, to stretch and tighten, form fit to his legs. While that was going on his calves were pulsing and throbbing, growing in size and density stretching the top of the leather boots he was now wearing and making the tops spread out wider and wider compared to the ankles. Meanwhile below, the front door to the house opened and in came Sylvan Santini, the senator's son. He had a college friend with him and the two giggled and laughed as they came in. "Mom? Dad?" Sylvan called out but there was no answer. No sound. No other lights on. "Perfect. Put your stuff there at the bottom of the stairs. We can take it up whenever we hear the buzz of the garage intercom go off, they won't know you're here yet and I can tell them you're already asleep so they won't argue about you staying here for a visit." "So if we're not going upstairs now to unpack, what are we going to do?" "This...." And with that Sylvan pulled his friend into the formal living room and reception area of the house and then thrust him backwards onto the couch. Sylvan was slightly like his dad, about an inch or two taller at 5' 6" with a slightly chubby body. Nowhere near as much as his dad was, but you knew he wasn't destined to be fit and trim. His mousy brown hair fell in the way of his bland and dull brown eyes as he climbed on top of his friend, Logan, who was a complete opposite of Sylvan. He was an athlete for the college the pair attended, standing 6' 8" and around 295 pounds of muscle, with a boy next door face, perfect smile, topped with a feather mop of strawberry blond hair, and his body covered in a two day, scruffy beard and light colored, feathery hair all over his body. Sylvan leaned over Logan and ran his hands up under Logan's football jersey, his fingers ruffling the feather hair and tracing the mounds and crevices of Logan's abs. He then leaned in a began to give Logan passionate and deep kisses on this lips as Sylvan's hands worked to undo Logan's waist button. "Wait!" Logan gasped. "What if we get caught? Do you want your dad to know? He's like the most anti-gay senator there is in D.C." Sylvan laughed and gave another kiss to Logan. "That's part of what makes this so arousing. The thrill of being caught by my dad. I'd so love to see his expression when he realizes his son is a...." and he did an impersonation of his father, "'...flaming pooftah!'" Meanwhile, upstairs, Senator Santini had had a few more of the pecker shrinking pulses radiate through his body. Having caught a glimpse of himself in the window reflection he bolted upright out of his chair. He couldn't believe how much higher than the desk top his hips, crotch, and buttocks were. He took a few steps and marveled at the large thud his body was making, as if he were a couple, maybe three hundred or more pounds. Looking into a standing mirror he saw how the leather pants now looked painted on, and the boots nearly did as well. The poet shirt was button popped about four buttons down and his chest spread the opening wide and down revealing to large, hairy covered slabs of muscle that were easily larger than any serving tray he had in the house and barreled more than any cask of wine located there, too. His arms no longer hung down at his sides, but almost straight out as though he were imitating the drawing of man by Leonardo DaVinci. The poet shirt only fluttered now at the frill of the collar and the cuffs, but the rest were nearly as tight as the skin tight and formed, leather pants. When he walked you didn't see a person with stick like appendages move, you saw flexing and popping, mounding muscle mass, undulating crevices, bouncing forms, and stone tightening peaks. He was a glorious behemoth of muscle that could easily take on, if not possibly dwarf Sylvan's friend, Logan downstairs. Looking confused at the style of belt that hung large and dangling off his waist and the cap upon his head, both of which were leather and highly studded, Michael Santini stop and froze when he heard the sound of giggles and moans coming from downstairs. As gracefully and quietly as a man his size could, he crept down the stairs and stopped at the bottom when he turned and beheld the spectacle that awaited him in the foyer. Logan had grabbed, with both arms one of the entrance columns, his head and back were tilted backwards and arch, an expression of pure bliss across his face. His pants and underwear were down and there was another young man going to town with his mouth upon Logan's decent, but not overly sized member. In split second of fluttering eyes, Logan perceived the presence of someone else in the foyer and gasped. This caused Sylvan to react and then feel the presence of another in the room as well. After exclaiming the word "what" to Logan, he turned his head sideways and saw a near giant sized muscle man in knee high boots, leathers, and a poet shirt standing at the bottom of the stairs. "D... Da...Dad?" Sylvan said as he looked at the face of this man, that looked like his father, but appeared much younger and much taller and broader than his dad could ever hope to be. "Sylvan?" said Michael Santini questionably, but the questions that might have come to the top were stopped as a wave of warmth spread over Michael again and an audible moan issued from his lips. Sylvan and Logan stared in wonder as they saw this man's pants inflate at the crotch and then shrink back down again in proportion as the man suddenly grew up taller, broader, thicker, and hairier than he had been just seconds before. The poet shirt developed a large black "x" across itself and then suddenly faded out of view as a chain and leather halter appeared and hugged Mr. Santini's chest, lats, and back so snuggly one thought, "If he moves, it will snap." "Whoa... Dad!" Michael Santini stammered and then bolted for the door. His footsteps thudded and echoed so loudly in the foyer one would have thought with each step he was breaking floor tile. Flinging open the door he tried to run through, only to smack his head upon the door frame, then his shoulders, chest, and lats on the door frame sides, and swear loudly. Finally realizing he needed to perform twist like dance moves, he ducked and twisted sideways at the same time and ran out of the house and into the street. He was out and out running this time. He had grown fitter, possibly slightly younger but only by a few years, if that. Still, his health however was definitely and dramatically improved. He could feel it in the way his body moved as he ran. How his lungs filled with air and released in timing with each step. However he was desperately trying not to become turned on and aroused more and more with each gait of his run. He could feel how heavy he had become, but heavy with dense, thick, and strong muscle. He felt the energy and power each and every time his foot touched the ground and then his calves and thighs helped launch him forward. He could feel the bounce and heft of his pectoral muscles as they undulated in lift and fall in gravity with the motion of his trotting body. The gait had become a swing out to go forward movement as his thighs rolled around one another due to their great circumference. His massive, bulbous upper arms that bounced as he ran, being pushed so far up and out by his flaring lats. He successfully ignored all of that, but the pull on his groin from his ballooning balls and lengthening cock proved to be too much for Mr. Santini. Once again his cock grew out slightly and then shrunk back in just a bit, producing that warm feeling that course through his body. He saw his point of view rise a little bit higher. He felt his body become a bit thicker, stronger, denser, wider, fuller. Suddenly studded arm bands appeared around the crevice created between his upper arm and his deltoids, studded leather cuffs also appeared around his wrists, while the hair on the front of his torso grew in and out thicker, furrier, and became darker losing all of its grey and white sheen to a beautiful chestnut brown. He wasn't sure where he was running to. He needed to find help. He needed to call someone. Up ahead to his right he saw the bright lights of an establishment, possibly a bar. They would have a telephone he could use. Surely the management would take pity on him and allow him to make one phone call. There was man at the front door, a fairly big man. Michael Santini was looking down at him, and now he was even more worried. Obviously he must have been pricked or given a shot of some drug by his earlier attackers as he could not possibly have this point of view, looking down on such a large....broad....uhm.....beefy.....man. "Welcome, sir! Go right on in." The bouncer at the door said enthusiastically with a lusty smile on his face. "Ah..." thought Mr. Santini. "There's a smart man who recognizes when someone is in distress." Ducking and twisting his way through the doorway, Michael suddenly felt very uncomfortable. All conversation in the place stopped and low whispers began travelling across the room. Men came up to him from every side; some to measure themselves up against him, others to place a hand on his upper arms or upon his abdomen. Cat calls and whistles soon were being heard over loud screams of dog barks and wolf howls. Michael felt his ass being firmly groped, followed by his crotch. There were men who were throwing themselves at his legs and hanging on as he tried to walk forward. He shut his eyes against all these lewd advancing men, and concentrated on getting to the bar, but secretly he was fighting the arousing sensation building in him once more - the urge to have a full erection. Finally he made it to the bar as the sea of men looked up to him and stood aside, parted as if Michael were Moses and his rod commanded all. "Hey hey, giant stud. Welcome to Flaming Shots. What'll you ha....." The bartender looked into Michael's face and realized something was quite right. "Are you okay? You look a little wobbly for some reason." "I need... .... to use your phone. I'm... .... not right.... .... something's..... wrong..." "Sure. Go to the end of the bar and I can take you to a back room where we have a phone." Michael made his way to the end of the bar, where upon the bartender guided him into a small room with a phone, and a small table. "You look kind of like you're in shock. I can make the call for you, but besides maybe the paramedics, any family you need to have called?" "NO! No ambulance. Can't be seen.... uh.... family..... No... they can't..... I..... uh.......Roberts." "Robert?" "No. Roberts. C...Ca...Caleb....Caleb Roberts." "The senator? Do you work for him?" "NO! What? I must speak with him. I NEED TO SEE HIM!" "Alright calm down. Just... have a seat right there at the table. I'll get you a glass of water and see about getting a hold of Senator Roberts." The man left to go get the glass of water, but then stopped to talk to another big bouncer that was standing at the bottom of a staircase. "Uhmmm hey, go tell Caleb we have a slight emergency down here. There's a guy, a BIG guy, who says he needs to talk to him. Looks like one of his personal body guards, but he is a bit out of it and about ready to scream for him and make a scene." The bartender then went to get the glass of water and bring it back to Michael Santini. Michael was becoming agitated, wondering when he could place the phone call to Senator Roberts, confused over why he felt the need the urge to call him. His breathing became rapid, his kept tensing and flexing his muscles. Finally he flipped the table in front of him over and bellowed for his ability to call Senator Roberts. "Now, now. It's okay, Mister...?" Mr. Santini turned his gaze and attention towards the man addressing him who had just reached the bottom of the staircase and was crossing the landing. It was Senator Roberts, in almost all of his 6' 4" muscled glory. He was wearing a Roman toga and sandals, with one pectoral exposed, as well as his thick thighs due to the toga's short, short length. His silver and grey pepper hair was semi-plastered to his forehead due to sweat. He had a riding crop in one hand and in his other he had the handle of a chain leash that hung down and travelled back up to a halter connected to a mountain of a man that was quite a bit bigger built than Senator Roberts' trainer size physique, as well as being around twenty years or so younger. Michael Santini stood there and suddenly let his jaw drop as though he were looking at the most beautiful man in the world as he uttered one word. "Caleb?" And then his gaze traveled up the chain to the man behind Senator Roberts and a look of disgust came across Michael's face and once again he said Senator Roberts' first name but this time with a bit of shock and disgust. Then suddenly a deep, lusty moan escaped from Michael's throat and his crotch inflated and inflated and inflated some more and then shrunk back just a little. His body began to rise higher, and push out wider and thicker than ever before. He was definitely hitting the medical legal definition of being a giant and a giant bodybuilder, extreme bodybuilder, at that. Within moments the arm bands that had just recently appeared snapped and flew off of him. His nipples grew hard, the crevices cut in deeper as his muscles got larger and tighter. Slithering pythons of veins rose to the top of his skin and traversed the peaks and valleys of every muscle belly on his body. The leather cuffs at his wrists snapped and tore leaving mere threads to hold themselves together. His leather pants shimmered and suddenly their crotch and ass section disappeared and they became a pair of leather chaps that could barely contain the massive thighs and calves of Mr. Michael Santini. Michael's prick then fell hanging so long and thick, like nearly three fourths the way down his thigh and then began to rise up and up into a massive, pulsing, vein covered, flesh toned, iron rod. Suddenly bursting into the room Sylvan and Logan were there to which Logan gasped and Sylvan became dumbstruck until he finally uttered out the word, "Dad?" "I'm sorry, sir." said the bartender. "They just came running in saying they heard reports of a hulkish man dashing in here and said it was their father?" Senator Roberts stood there for a moment, staring at the man before him, then over to Sylvan and Logan, then at the face of Mr. Santini. "Senator Santini?" Michael looked back at Roberts with a sort of punch drunk, blank expression on his face. "I never expected you to hold back from who you were this long. Nor did I expect... ... how long have you had a crush on me?" Michael just stared back like a puppy longing for companionship, his erect cock bobbing in front of him throbbing as though it might burst. "What the hell is going on here?" yelled Sylvan. "Obviously I don't have a problem with a gay bar, but I know this... ..... porn giant.... is my father. How did he become this?" "It...." started Senator Roberts. "...is a combination of my fault and your fathers." "What?" "You know he had an extreme hatred against homosexuals, did you not?" "Yeah, but..." "Your father attacked me in the garage near the Capitol building early this evening - knife and briefcase. He told me he had had enough and with him actually physically attacking me, so had I. I hexed him with a particular curse I thought was befitting because I suspected where his mind and heart truly lie. That he was a secreted, closeted, gay man. My curse was to have his own desires change him. Every time he saw something he would find arousing, he would change and grow. I left it to the universe to decide how long it would last and when it would wear off. I thought he'd come to terms, to acceptance with himself or acceptance of homosexuals at least, before too many changes would occur. Apparently he denied himself to the very end, thus causing him to grow into..." "Into what has got to be a seven and half foot tall muscle bound, leather clad giant. How the hell is he going to live with himself? How are we going to live with him? He'll be beside himself. He'll be angry. Confused." "He'll be all right. Yet you are correct his life, your life can't go on as it had been. Jameson, " said Senator Roberts to one of his bodyguards, "case, if you please." "Case? What are you going to do?" One of the formerly very large men that was a body guard to Senator Roberts went back up the stairs and then came back down holding a small wooden and silk lined case, which he presented to Senator Roberts. Roberts placed it on the now re-up righted table and solemnly opened it revealing the wand that caused Michael Santini all his problems for the evening. Picking the wand up he turned around and pointed it at Mr. Santini. "A historical, story timeline adjustment must occur to match up with the physical changes that have occurred to your father. Obviously with his much healthier, muscular, and youthful look, plus his large increase in height, no one, even with finger printing and blood tests, is going to believe he is Senator Michael Santini." "So... .... ....what's going to happen?" "Well... I'm going to perform a spell allowing the Universe to rewrite his history, and thus part of yours. Just stand there and close your eyes. You'll feel changes wash over you in your memory. You can be the informant, the narrator, for us so we know what his background has become and where we need to send him on his way to his new life." "O... ok?" said Sylvan questionably and then he just breathed a sigh and closed his eyes. Michael still standing somewhat dazed looking, looked questioningly towards Senator Roberts who took his wand in hand , pointed it at Michael and said, "Quod rescripserunt in DNA, Universum, rescribo historia eius." A swirl of air flowed out of the tip of Senator Roberts' wand until it wrapped around and encircled Michael Santini like a small, personal tornado, but there was a small break off funnel to danced and tickled Sylvan's feet as though it wanted to grab all of him. "He's... .... ....he's involved in security.... .... in fact he's working for you, Senator Roberts. He's one of your body guards now. A Senator... Phillips... it's the man who ran against my father so many years ago! He's the one who has taken my father's place. In fact, Dad worked security for him and he introduced my dad to you. He decided it would be better since... .... since he and my mom married after my father and mom's divorce shortly after I was born and Dad... ... .... came out?!" Sylvan opened his eyes just time to join everyone in the small room to see more changes come over Michael Santini. The chaps became whole again and the fabric turned into the fabric used for a good pair of relaxed, slightly stretchable professional work pants. The harness disappeared replaced by black dress shirt open a couple of buttons down from the neck, and then a black suit jacket matching the fabric of the pants - the leather boots now having turned into an incredibly large pair of dress shoes. "I can see it now too, Sylvan." said Senator Roberts. "He's my biggest bodyguard at 7' 4", I pay him decently, I allow him time off to compete at the Mr. Olympia and preliminary contests, he lives in the guest quarters of my houses, where there is an extra room for you when you come over to stay with him, while his bedroom has a king sized bed for him and..." Suddenly there was a man who faded into existence. The man was only about 5' 3" tall, but had a solid gymnast style build. Sandy blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and smooth and flawless skin. He was wearing some trainers on his feet, a pair of jeans that were a very light denim color and very tight and form fitting on his legs, with a dark blue polo shirt that hugged his upper arms, delts, shoulders, back, chest and lats so well one almost swore it was painted on or perhaps a tattoo. There was a quick glint of light upon Michael and the short man's hands where everyone could see matching rings, one on each hand, of a gold band with seven flat, inlayed diamonds, surrounded by two bans of polished black metal - modern wedding bands. At that moment Michael Santini stumbled forward, sighing. The small man sprang to life, attempting to prop him up as though he were the Atom, small man with super strength. "Michael..." Michael groaned. "It's o.k. Allyn." as he stabled himself by grabbing the arm of one of his fellow guards. Allyn looked up at Senator Roberts. "Sir... may I take him home? He's been having a series of headaches the last couple of days. I'm not sure he feels well." "Of... of course... Al...Allyn. Have my chauffer take you two home in my car. I can use one of the following guard's car." Senator Roberts stammered as the new history formed into his memory. Things returned to the new normal within a few minutes. The crowd was laughing, smooching, groping and drinking out in the bar. Upstairs the inner circle of the bar were fully making out, groping, petting, jacking off and giving blow jobs all while in leather and chains or other notable fetish wear. It was now just Senator Roberts, the man in chains, who was his partner, Sylvan, and his boyfriend, Logan. "Allyn." Said Sylvan. "He was my father's best friend in High School and part of college. At least that's how it used to be. He would tell me stories of how things changed between them in college so I would understand not everyone I was friends with in high school would remain so." "And Allyn was probably a man in love with your father and either wanted to come out or was more afraid to do so, and so the pair drifted apart." "But now... in this new history, they stayed together behind the scenes and got married after mom and dad divorced." Sylvan said as he kind of looked down sullenly at the floor. "You don't approve of your father's new history?" "No... it's not that... I mean... it's great and all. In fact it makes some things a lot easier. At least I know for certain now that one of my parents would approve of my boyfriend, here. Speaking of whom, this is Logan, my boyfriend, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Logan." "And you, sir." "But folks are gonna wonder if I have a syndrome or something." spoke Sylvan. "I beg your pardon." "Well... I mean. I'm his son and I may not necessarily grow to be as tall, nor as built as him, but he's almost two feet taller than me." "You think the universe should have changed you as well." "I don't know. On one hand it's going to be weird me being this short chubby man, the son of a behemoth built giant over seven feet tall, but at the same time, if I'm made too huge and tall, then that would change the dynamics between Logan and I and that would be...." "That would be hot as hell." blurted out Logan. "What?" Said both Sylvan and Caleb at the same time. "Bro...." Logan began. "I love you just like you are, being able to easily pick you up, to squish and tickle you, but if you wanted to become big and huge like your dad is now.... I.... I wouldn't mind it. I'm almost always the big dude. Yeah, some guys are built bigger than me, because I choose it. I have enough problems finding clothes that fit due to my height. My height which although there are some men who are taller than me, it's rare with me being as tall as I am, and if they are, they're usually a lot slimmer and thin. I'm always looked to for help, assistance, protection. Logan, lift this. Logan, reach that. Logan this guy is bullying me. It would be fucking hot to find someone I could climb, someone who could wrap me up in a cuddle, someone who would make me feel small. If you wanted to become that, so long as you did so without becoming a jerk....I think.... I....." Within a moment one could see that Logan wasn't small in other areas either as his rod expanded down his inner left thigh and then fought to raise itself in erection beyond the confines of the broad shorts. "God, Logan. Can't you ever control that anaconda of yours?" "Said Mr. Pot to Mr. Kettle?" Inquired Senator Roberts. "What?" and then suddenly Sylvan felt it. His own cock had developed a hard on, and although nowhere near as big as his lover, Logan's cock was... it was still enough to produce a throbbing bulge. He blushed and turned his face away. "The spell couldn't automatically effect you because of the other strings of your life, like how would this effect your relationship with Logan, school, and such, but... it looks as though Logan would still love you no matter what, if not more so as a behemoth like your father." "Hell, by now you'd be in your last years of junior competition; I'd help you train for your first Olympia to knock your old man down." Logan smiled. "You sure, Logan?" "I'm fine with it. Question is, 'Are you?'" Sylvan smiled. "I think... I'd love it. What do I do?" "Think back to my spell, and just invite those winds of change to wash over you." Sylvan closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The small amount of whirling wind that tickled his feet earlier appeared once more and grew and grew until it engulfed Sylvan's whole body. A few moments later Sylvan began to moan, some blurts in pleasure, others in agony and pain. His feet had begun to grow and to stretch and thus his shoes extended longer and tighter. His heel began to muffin top over the heel top of the shoe. His toes began to form ridges along the top front. The sides of the shoe began to roll over, out, and down over the sides of the soles, while the laces were being pulled tighter and tighter across the bridge of Sylvan's feet. Then the sides began to slowly rip along their length and Sylvan could feel the fresh cool air tickle the sides of his feet and bottom of his soles. The laces began to snap as the eyelets were pulled farther and farther apart by the higher and wider arch of Sylvan's feet. At the same time the back of the shoe was ripping apart while the toes were ripping out and growing past the front. His feet kept growing longer, thicker, wider, until they not only engulfed but completely hide the soles of his shoes, while the shoe tops looked like torn and ever shrinking spats upon his massive, muscular feet, until the fell away to the floor. "Oooh gawd..." moan Sylvan. "My feet feel so heavy... so long...." and he patted them a couple of times upon the hard wood floor. In a few moments the hems of Sylvan's pants' legs began to rise higher and higher up his leg. As one watched him, one could see it was just his shins growing as although his whole body was rising, the stretch was contained between his feet and knees. Up and up he grew until the jean hems stopped about half way up his calves. Then with moans slowly and lowly coming out of his mouth, he began to travel upward, higher and higher once again. This time folks could see the stretch happening between the knees and the waist, but as he was growing up, his knees also grew larger and thicker, his hips and waist as well. He was still a fit, average man build, but they were increasing to the size of extremely tall basketball player. At one point the button snapped on the waist band, but the rest of pants hugged the larger body well and fairly tightly. When all was done it looked as though Sylvan was wearing a slightly snug and ill fitting pair of capris , whose hems were right at the middle of the knees. It was the hem of the shirt that took off next as Sylvan's torso began to extend and rise, higher and higher. The spine popping and rocking hither and yon, his rib cage expanding further outward and upward. His shoulder snapping and widening, causing the arm bones to grow longer and farther was well. As the neck started lifting Sylvan's head up higher and higher, the hem of the shirt was rising as well revealing the hips, the bottom abs, the navel, the second row of abs. In a few moments the shirt that once was slightly tight fitting on a pudgy frame was now stretched in some ways, very loose in others, and looked like a midriff shirt on his now towering body. The same way his sleeves had shrunk as well, once hanging very well over his delts and to the middle of his upper arms, they now stretched around his arm pits and about half way down his delts. Looking like some lanky, young, pool boy in his now capri style jeans and midriff muscle shirt, Sylvan stumbled a little bit as he was trying to gain his footing and understand his new point of view perspective, having grown now to be 12 inches taller than the door frames of the building. But then he stood straight and tall, planting one foot slightly in front of the other as if to take a powerful and well supported stance. Sylvan started breathing in slow and steady, quivering, then taking in gasping breaths, but not as if choking, more as if turned on, breathing heavy during the act of sex. That's when it started, with a low and powerful groan. Veins began to rise up on his skin starting with his feet, the rose up and across his ankles to climb over his shins and calves, then rolling over the thighs, across the butt cheeks, around his hips and down his shaft and balls, while other side snakes went up the abs brick over brick until they hit the crevice of his chest and then spread out like eagle wings across that broad horizon until the continued like tendrils over the delts, down the upper arms, over the fore arms and into the hands. A last few pythons worked their way up the neck and into the head. At that moment Sylvan was just a tall, lanky, man covered in a web of veins criss-crossing his body such it looked nearly like he had a purplish net over him. But then one could see the veins rising... plumping... no, they were pulsing. They would suddenly become larger and fatter with the pulse of Sylvan's blood, and then shrink down. Yet, as they shrunk down, his muscles began to swell out. With each pulse of his veins and their shrinkage, his muscles filled out thicker... harder... fuller... denser... more striated. Sylvan began to chuckle. He could see the new memories building up in his life: the time when by the end of his Freshman year in high school he was two inches taller than his father. By the end of his college Freshman year, he'd grown another four inches taller than that, making him half a foot taller than his father. He worked out like crazy right after both growth spurts, using the body's usual ability of filling out in muscle strength and size to move the new bigger body. This meant he achieved a huge amount of muscle growth both times. Consider that he kept working out in between those times, eating more, lifting more, stretching and relaxing more, his muscles just soaked it all up and inflated at great and maximum size and speed. Sylvan's chuckles got larger and were mixed with moans. He was seeing average sized men shrink around him in his memories until he was two feet taller than them, while the few seven footers on the college basket ball team were almost a foot shorter. He loved the fact that his body was so big, built, bulging, and heavy that almost any piece of furniture groaned under his weight, straining to support it. How he couldn't fit into most regular cars, or vans, let alone mini cars and doorways. It was a huge turn on with him and he felt his new and growing cock lengthen and harden as it grew to full erection down the left side pants leg making it look like he had stolen and stuffed an extremely large summer sausage down there. The memories kept coming... the first time he blew and arm sleeve out, seeing that it ripped all the way to the shoulder seam; the time he tried his father's pants on and the hem, which was a couple inches high on his legs, suddenly popped and ripped because his calves were larger than his bodybuilder dad's calves were. The thighs as well easily ripped the side seams wide open, while his bubble butt and orange sized balls and miniature baseball bat, took up too much space, and while the pants hugged like a second skin Sylvan's ass, his cock and balls ripped the metallic teeth of the zipper apart, eventually ripping the fly and joining the seam rips so the pants sloughed off and fell to the ground. The first time in public after he had grown quite a bit taller that his shirts were showing off his lower abdomen, and no amount of pulling would bring the hem down to his waist band. This first time he moved his arm and his lats, arms, chest, and shoulders caused the shirt to rip at the arm pit and side. The first time when stretching that the ball of his biceps split his sleeve right open, or the fact that as friends commented on it, he also flexed his forearm and busted the sleeve and then the cuff there as well. The first time he casually leaned back to relax while taking a deep breath and a sound was heard similar to a row of bubble packing paper being all popped - his expanding chest having cause four buttons to pop off and go flying across the room. This was the first time Logan let Sylvan know of his interest in him, as he joking tried to pull Sylvan's shirt closed and chastised him for not wearing clothes that fit, but secretly shoved his hand under the fabric to feel up Sylvan's vest, run his fingers through Sylvan's hair and whisper up to him, "Gawd that was so hawt; I'm totally horned and boned for you now." The muscles kept growing thicker and farther out. Deep were the cuts and valleys; defined were the striations; bulging and peaking were the muscle bellies; crazily full were his veins; deceptively thin looked his skin stretched over the mighty muscled mass; bushy and feathery was the hair covering his chest, abs, mid upper down to forearms, crotch, and legs; murky was the air with sweat and musk. His biceps peak rose so high in the opposite direction of his tri's that his whole upper arm looked to be as big and round as basketballs he could so easily palm and dunk. Not just one but two kegs barreled out from the top of his torso that were the solid yet bouncing and protruding pecs. A range of shoulders that looked like mountains attempted to squeeze off the great neck that looked like a cut away section of a giant redwood trunk. His Adonis belt, so thick, lats so wide, he looked as though he could glide if he jumped out of a plane, while his abs looked like a towering rock climbing wall. Massive tree trunk sized thighs that had a great many of hanging tear drop shaped bee hives encircling it, with a thigh bicep that threatened to dwarf his upper arms, including hamstrings so thick they might support the golden gate bridge, and all of this above calves so thick, so wide, so fully developed they were beyond small ball shape, beyond the beating heart, past the hard diamond, and skewed into a huge, three dimensional, kite shape. In front of him, more correctly in front of his great balls, hung the titanic tube, which had gone flaccid, and in this soft and squeezable state, still went down about three-fourths the way down his thigh. But then those veins returned to visit it, rising and swelling up across the top of the skin and as they did so, this preposterous python became even larger, longer, fatter, thicker, as rapidly rose in rigidity and threatened to go well past Sylvan's knee if allowed to hang straight down as it did flaccid. But a full standing erection wasn't possible, for it grows too long, too thick, too heavy for it to rise up and stand at attention pointing to the top row of Sylvan's abdominals. No, it stuck straight out and bobbled as it throbbed between a 40 to 90 degree angle from his body. With his growth finished, now naked, Sylvan made quite the intimidating impression to almost everyone in the room. Everyone that is except Senator Caleb Roberts and Logan. Logan moved fast to hug and embrace his new, larger, bulkier boyfriend. The man who once stood so tall to Sylvan, that Sylvan only came up to his chin, now only came to the top of Sylvan's chest, just under the top of the delts and under the shoulders completely. Looking up to Sylvan, Logan smiled and said, "I... I can remember our past lives, how and when we met, what we did, but I can also remember a new history, too. Like how I came on to you and the first time I ever took... that." And Logan grabbed Sylvan's super schlong and gave it a squeeze. "I so want to recreate that night right now." "Unfortunately, you can't go anywhere to do that.", announced Senator Roberts. "Sylvan doesn't have any clothes with him. For some reason, the magic didn't provide that." and Caleb sighed a small yet laughing sigh. "Jameson..." said Senator Roberts to another one of his aide. "Take Young Mr. Santini and his lover, Logan, upstairs to my secret room. There they can enjoy the evening recreating the first penetration of Logan, while I send someone home to see if clothes were materialized there, as well as someone to head out to have something tailor made incase not." And with that Logan escorted the nude Sylvan up to the secret, private room, while Senator Roberts and his husband, went back home, via the back door, to work off their horniness upon seeing two men grow into great muscular, giant, brutes Michael Santini felt completely fine the next morning and reported for bodyguard duty at Senator Roberts' house, but upon discovering it was Allyn and Michael's anniversary, he not only allowed Michael a couple of weeks off, but booked a two week cruise for the couple. Meanwhile Sylvan's history now had him belonging to a couple of athletic teams back at college, and he and Logan celebrate either of their or their teams' victories with a most intimate party for two... or sometimes three.... maybe four.... depending upon who is feeling randy, who wants to see the legend "at work", both of them having come out fully as being gay college athletes. Thus proof of the phrase they say, "He who protests too much... ... ..."
  12. There's been rumor going around that one of those monsters sponsored by Unbound Beast goes to the city's bath house, Stay A While & Glisten, every month just for a single visit to the glory hole before disappearing to the gym from whence he came. Pierce, the aforementioned monster, happens to be one of Unbound Beast's pet project, or in other words he is so over saturated with their products that not only does he look like something that used to belong only in the realm of fantasy or photoshop but the man is so doused with their products he may as bleed the stuff if he pricked his finger. As for his once a month visit, one of the owners of the bath house eventually got him to say something instead of just coming in to get his rocks off and leave just as silently; Pierce told the owner that he took a page from Muhammad Ali and staved off sex or masturbation as long as possible to ensure he was always at top form in the gym. Pierce's monthly build up also meant his balls were swollen to the brim with seed and would leave both the glory hole room and attendant much worse for wear once he was done. What Pierce doesn't know though is I've finally been able to bribe the owners of the bath house, know his routine, and am waiting for his monthly visit that happens to be tonight. After my bribe I've been assured the owner's will only allow Pierce into the glory hole so I can have some private time with the man, what they didn't know though is I've gotten a hold of one of the catalysts for the supplements from Unbound Beast straight from a well compensated friend at the company. Tonight is going to be memorable for Pierce and very rewarding for me. I've sat waiting in the glory hole cubby for nearly an hour now to make sure that if Pierce comes in early I'll be there waiting, just as I was starting to grow anxious and wondering if he was going to show up at all tonight I heard the door open leading into the room on other side of the wall. I heard some very heavy footsteps approach towards one of the holes and gasped at what I saw. Now these holes are larger enough to accommodate even the more gifted of mortal men but Pierce was not a fucking mortal man but a god damned demigod. It took me a half second to realize that his junk was so fucking huge that he was struggling to push in a single testicle let alone stuff the entire thing in at once. Slow, agonizingly so, he force in one ball, then the other, and had barely just enough room to feed in the monster movie sized anaconda he calls a soft dick. This thing looked like it could swallow rats whole with no problem what so ever and both of his balls looked to rival a prize winning orange in size, each. I stared at this my behemoth dumbfounded and curious both what the man on the other side of the wall looked like and if maybe I'd bitten off more than I could; a few seconds into my stupor Pierce started to wiggle back and forth with the limited space he had as if to beckon for attention. I was thankful I was alone in the cubby as I blushed and put my hand around the monster in front of me radiating a fire intense heat. I slowly began to fondle his prodigiously ample nuts, each of which I could not palm with a single hand, and was met with some low and very deep moans coming from Pierce. Quickly before he got too excited I began to cup both sides of his now hardening dick from the base and brought them to me so I could gauge just how much meat hangs between his legs that he no doubt has plenty of trouble with throughout the day, every day. I started to play with the near fist sized head of his semi-hard dick as I reached behind me for that special catalyst I spent a pretty penny on. While I had Pierce in the palm of my hand, and none the wiser, I began to give his over foot long dick a tongue bath not just to pleasure him but to distract him from my real intentions are I spread the catalyst cream all over his cartoonishly huge erection and swollen balls. I had to hurry before he came or grew suspicious as I didn't want him to leave after his one orgasm of the month. I took my sweet time ensuring not a single inch or millimeter of his junk hadn't been thoroughly explored by my mouth or completely covered by the catalyst, after finishing applying I spent a good few minutes very, very slowly drawing out the handjob causing Pierce to moan ever louder in need to cum so as to make sure that the catalyst had time to be fully absorbed and do its job. I watched as Pierce's foot long plus dick leak precum like a broken faucet until he started to spurt me in the face with what I mistook for him cumming before I was prepared. Boy was I wrong and was Pierce in for a hell of trip, he wasn't cumming at all but instead the catalyst was reacting with the supplements in his body from Unbound Beast that had so over saturated him that the catalyst was affecting exponentially more than I dared to hope. I watched Pierce's balls swell even more as they produce more and more cum now carrying a potent version of the supplement he was so glutted with. His dick twitch and throb violently like a man possessed in the middle of a seizure, the constant and increasing spurts of precum making a mess all over the room and my face. I wrapped my lips around his near grapefruit sized dickhead and started to tease as much of him as I could with my mouth; my hands were busy stroking the very slim amount of his shaft in its even more overinflated state and fondling his balls that had swollen so large they were starting to stretch his ball sack to the absolute brim. Just as I was starting to fear for Pierce's nuts they pulled up tight and I was met with a blast of cum so powerful it nearly pushed me off him entirely, before I could even process what happened or fully swallow I was met with another blast, and another, and another. I could hear the wall being pounded by powerful fists as Pierce bellowed out a very deep and reverberating moan as what felt like liter after liter of cum came out of his diamond hard and steel girder thick dick straight down my gullet. I could feel the warmth radiating outwards from my stomach meaning that everything was going to plan, as Pierce kept spewing more and more into me I could feel my body slowly tense and my own erection start to throb and twitch as I involuntarily came. My clothing started to feel tights on me as my muscles grew larger and larger. Soon my shirt and shorts felt painfully tight all over, especially in the crotch, until I heard multiple loud tears and felt the air of the small room on my skin. Pierce finally tapered off his orgasm and was about to pull out, and spoil my plans, but I yanked him back with much more force than I was used to from my still growing frame. Pierce gasped and started to say something but I cut him off with both of my hands working his shaft as if I was trying to start a fire for my own survival, I swallowed everything of him that I could as I forced my mouth as far down onto his dick as I could. I began to play with him and suck as is trying to steal his soul, his essence, from his dick. It only took a matter of seconds for him to cum again and just as potent as the first time if not more so. Again I could feel my head be forced back by Pierce's fire hose of an orgasm but with my new found strength I was able to fight back. I guzzled down all he had to offer and felt the same warmth in my stomach radiate out again as the growth resumed, any clothing still clinging to my body was now in tatters littering the floor around me, my dick and balls had kept up with my muscles in their response to Pierce's catalyst enhanced cum. I felt the flow start to taper off again from Pierce who was starting to sound like a moaning mess on the other side of the wall as I attacked his dick and balls with the full fury of a man on a mission. Before Pierce's second orgasm fully finished his third started up and I had no trouble at all keeping up with the powerful flow, drinking down every single drop as my muscles and junk swelled to heights that would make me the envy, and instill fear, of both Mr Olympias and porn stars the world over. There was no time to bask in the glory of my transformation, I had to act before Pierce recovered from cumming so many times in such a short time. As I could hear Pierce breath harder and harder trying to recover from what would have wiped out a lesser man I reached behind me to grab a very long tube attached to a milking machine I procured just for tonight. The tube was, thankfully, able to fit over Pierce's massive dick though just barely and I was able to stuff him into the tube to the point not a single part of it wasn't filled to the absolute brim but still the tube wasn't big enough to accommodate his entirety but it was enough to do what I needed. Pierce felt the tube placed on his dick and tried to pull out of the hole but his reaction to the catalyst was so severe that his dick and balls were completely stuck, the wall may as well be a cockring for Pierce at this point...and one that he can neither take off or walk away from. In other words I had the man right where I wanted him. The cream I obtained does a number of thing when used including nigh instant refractory periods, enhanced semen production, erections and drive powerful enough to take down an elephant, and most importantly for my plan with Pierce is that it temporarily causes your cum to act as even more potent version of the same drugs he has been using for years now. To put it simply, Pierce is not going anywhere until he has nothing left to give and I'm leaving this building with my own private reserve of growth formula to use at my leisure. Before he gathered his wits together I turned on the machine and was rewarded with a constant humming sound from the machine as it began its work milking Pierce's dick and I heard a mixture of a startled yelp and moan from the man himself as the machine severely outdid anything I could hope to do to him. I could already hear him cumming yet again as I turned around and left the small room, my own near foot long dick leading the way, as I headed to the room where the rest of Pierce was. As I walked down the hallway I was met by gasps and slack jawed stares from the other patrons of the bath house. I couldn't help but cockily smirk to myself as I opened the door to the other side of the glory holes. The sight I was met with when I finally saw the rest of Pierce nearly caused me to fall to my knees and cum all over the floor right then and there; to say the absolute fucking least I am amazed he was able to get into the room in the first place, even if he walked in sideways, with just how god damned fucking massive this man was. I've seen bodybuilders, I've seen professional bodybuilders and the current Mr. Olympia in person, fuck I've even come across a few of the guinea pigs they call humans that Unbound Beast produces but they all spectacularly fail to compare to this man. I had heard that Pierce was one of their prized results but the man had to be so fucking infused with their drugs that I now have little fucking doubt the his sweat could double as a substitute for their shit. His head was, comically so, stuck in the ocean of muscle he calls his neck and shoulders, each of his shoulders had enough meat on them to outsize even the most seasoned of normal weightlifters. His back was so swollen with mass that he could barely put his arms, both which are as thick as a lesser bodybuilder's over inflated legs, to his sides as they competed for space with each other. The man's ass could be unfairly compared to two medicine balls side to side and it still wouldn't go it justice; his quads were so thick that his immensely thick hamstrings looked like professional bodybuilder standing behind a bull. All of this lead down to two calves that were a solid wall of muscle from his knee down to his ankles forcing his stance even further out than his upper legs were already forcing him to do. I could feel my dick start to bob and twitch as I took in the sight before me and slowly walked forward closer to this demigod currently trapped by the wall. "No! Not like this! I don't want to lose my muscle god damn it!" Pierce exclaimed while moaning almost every other word. "Wait, is someone there? Fucking help me get loose damn it!" He exclaimed as I walked closer with my newly enhanced dick leading the way until it was grazing the back of his humongous ass cheeks. As I continued to very slowly move forward, splitting open his cheeks tortuously slow, I whispered into his ear. "Big man there is nothing to worry about, the only thing you might lose out on is a good time." I pulled back enough so I could spread the cream over my dick to use as lube before pushing back into him, much harder this time. "Just enjoy the ride man." I whispered as he attempted and failed to turn his head around to get a good look at me, his neck and traps impeding any attempts to do so, and slowly I lightly bit his ear before continuing. "You're not going to lose any muscle man but you will be cumming." I pushed my dick further in until the head grazed his hole which caused him to clench reflexively. "You'll be cumming until you have nothing left and even then you'll probably still try to shoot more." Even while his over muscled ass was clenched tighter than a vault it wasn't enough to stop me as I excruciatingly slowly pushed my way inside of him. "I'm just here to make sure your month visit is worth it." The cream was starting to affect my own dick as it aided my entry into Pierce, it nearly felt like my erection was getting an erection as I got so hard it began to hurt and I almost felt dizzy. I bit into his trap, tasting his sweat, just enough to leave a mark as made it past the brunt of his resistance. "But for now you are mine and I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk once I'm fucking done with you, bitch." Once the last words left my mouth I pushed the last half a foot into Pierce in one swift and powerful motion. Immediately I could feel Pierce's ass clench and unclench repeatedly as my full thrust was enough to set him off again thanks to the catalyst, no doubt the cream I'm using for lube is only making things worse for him as he starts cumming for well over a minute. I could only endure his writhing for half that time before I joined him and began to unload deep into him. Our mutual orgasm didn't dissuade me continuing my pounding his massive ass, in fact it only drove me into a frenzy as my entire being was lost in the feeling. Just as one orgasm was beginning to end for either of us my pounding would drive one of us to cum and soon the other would follow. I could feel Pierce begin to overflow with how much I was shooting into him as I felt a warm trail of my cum trail down our legs and form an expanding puddle on the ground. Pierce was completely stuck to the wall unable to move and barely able to stand as I pounded both the strength and cum out of the hulking man. His attempts at stabilizing himself with the wall did little to help him as he became weak kneed, his arms, chest, and back were so thick that he wasn't able to gain any meaningful purchase on the wall to try and pull out to get away from me or to keep from leaning back as far as he was able as his strength decreased orgasm after orgasm. I could hear the rhythmic tapping of the tube affixed to his dick hitting the other side of the wall with every thrust as I worked him like a piece of industrial equipment. The entire time Pierce was reduced to a moaning mess as he was assaulted on both ends with his dick in a near constant stream as he came time and time again with only the slightest of reprieve, I was right there with him the entire time as I every thrust only felt like it increased my output just a bit more. After what felt like over an hour I finally started to taper off and Pierce looked like he had just finished the single most excruciating workout known to man. I was still harder than any metal and kept thrusting until it felt like I was shooting air. Still inside of Pierce I bit him on his other trap while I deeply inhaled the smell of our mixed sweat. "So did you get your money's worth?" Pierce attempted to say something but his mouth was so dry he could only nod his head in agreement. "Good." I pulled out to the tip and thrust back into him as hard I as I could, without breaking the rhythm I continued. "If you want more of this next month just ask the guys up front for Alex, they'll know who you mean." He nodded again and I could feel his ass clench again as if cumming yet again which only drove me into another dry orgasm. I patted him on the cheek and said. "I'll go unhook you, meet up with me at the sauna. You look like you could use a rest." He again nodded his head as I tortuously slowly pulled out of him. My dick was still hard and looked fucking even more massive after the ordeal I put Pierce through. I gave him a squeeze on his shoulder as I left the room and headed out to claim my prize, unhook him, and wait for him in the sauna. It was a great night but I can't wait for next month when I meet up with him again, I'll make sure next time he won't be able to stand let alone walk once I'm done with him.
  13. Greetings, This story is inspired by a few friends, both straight and gay, who have a problem. They want someone of similar size or larger than them if their gay, while if straight, they want a good sized woman so they won't feel constrained in the act of love making, so they don't break them. However they themselves are pretty off the charts size wise. Where do the naturally big men go when they want big(ger) men or big women to be theirs? Enjoy. Where Do the Large Find Their Large? by F_R_Eaky Len was a big man. Not that he was an über, basketball playing giant, nor was he built like the hulk, but he most certainly wasn't a small man. Standing 6' 8" tall in his bare, sized US 18 feet, a simple but handsome face with mocha colored hair, tipped with sun bleached highlights, over a pair of amber colored eyes, he had managed to build around 270 pounds of some decent muscle on him, although he wished for much more. Coming home from work and a date, he plopped himself down into the pool lounger that he was just slightly longer than and sighed heavily. He knew more than likely that his neighbor and good friend, Chad, was lying in a similar lounge chair on the other side of the well behind his chair. Chad was an average man, 5' 7" tall, average build, not really muscular, but not chubby either. He had short, jet black hair and indigo colored eyes, both of which were sit in a head that was very boyish looking, on top of his average body that was very smooth and hairless. He was the typical looking twink. The two young men were renting out the smallest and cheapest of the apartments in the apartment complex they lived in. In fact, their buildings were located at the end of the street that split off in a "Y". The owners originally had intended on continuing the complex out those two ways, but time, zoning rules, or life just got in the way. As it was the road ended in this "Y" shape, and the buildings sat on one branch or the other, their fronts angled with the "arms", and a huge rose bush growing in between them at the inner point of the "Y". The buildings were originally designed for holding the bulky grounds keeping equipment and such, but as the complex didn't grow beyond the current complex, not that much equipment was needed, and thus the other ends were turned into two private apartments for care taker and manager, if they so wanted it. Instead, it got rented out to lower income folks. These neighbors met after seeking an escape from a party held by their apartment complex. The people at the party were somewhat aloof, in some cases downright rude. Not seeing the pair as frequently as the other tenants, as the guys' apartments were down at the end of the street, and with that, knowing they were paying less in rent - probably because they couldn't afford anything better, and especially once they found out that both men were gay, most folks just kind of chose to ignore them. This was especially irritating for Len as whenever someone needed help taking down something, or a cat was in a tree, or could you lift this? - they easily recalled Len's name, apartment number, and were oh so pleasant to him then. Likewise Chad when they needed someone to look under their sink or some other small crawl space. So, after ditching a typical and boring soiree sponsored by the complex, each man, without knowing the others actions, decided to instead spend the day, relaxing in their "back yard." As it was the end of the complex, and the property butted up against the forest's edge, the pair actually had the best kept secret of the complex. Right in the middle of this little yard was an old well. The spring under it may have run dry, no one was really sure when it was built, but the gossip of the complex said they believed it went all the way back to Colonial times. The men met, chatted, offered each other a beer, decided to bring out some lawn chairs, sit next to the well and use it kind of as a table and just talk. It eventually led to Spring - Summer holidays with games, and weekends spent grilling food, eating chips, and having beers. Today was no exception. A nice warm Saturday evening as Len plopped down into his chair and sighed. "I tell you. .... Dating sucks." Popping open a beer bottle and passing it around the well to Len, Chad replied, "Another date not going well?" "Yeah....I liked the guy. Seemed easy enough to talk with and get along, but I went to meet 'Mr. Middle Aged' man, and instead I greeted, 'Old Man River.'" "You're kidding me?" "Nope. It's not that I couldn't ignore his age. He was a fairly well built and handsome guy. Yet, he's got age 45 on his G.A.K. app profile [Gay Animal Kingdom - come explore the zoo ] and during conversation he tells me things he's done as an adult and pretty soon you realize, once you're brain has kicked in the years and the calculation, the guy is knocking on 65. It's not so much about his actual age, but why lie about it? Makes one wonder, what else is he lying about? And how does one build a relationship with someone on a lie?" "Odd.... people are just odd sometimes. No other way to state it." "And it's hard for me, man. I want to find a big man. Someone my size build wise, or larger, especially if they're shorter than me, but I'd like them to be as tall as me, if not taller, but being.... you know... my size.... how is that going to happen? I'm just barely in the 99% for height measurement. Like, zero, zero, point, zero, one percent of men are going to be taller than me. It'll be about the same to find men built as large or larger than me, and if and when I do meet them, there's always something off." "Tell me about it. I try to make my interests known to a larger man and he just looks down at me, laughs, and says things like, 'You don't wanna try this ride, boy. It might break you.' It drives me nuts." "You know what.... I'm done with apps. I think I'm done with people. I have a better chance of finding someone by flipping a coin into this damned well, than by meeting folks on an app." "Really? C'moooooooon." "Why not? Nothing else better to do. The Spring and Summer activities have just started and it's already off to a bad start." Len began to take his hands and root into his pockets for a large coin. "Hey," said Chad. "What the hell; I'll join you." With that Chad took a coin out as well, held it out in front of him and leaned back in his lounge chair. "I wish I could find a man as built or built bigger than me, as tall or taller than me, that was decent, intelligent, kind, caring, not a jerk. That I could lift with, pal around with, cuddle or wrestle." "I wish I could find the same for me..... as long as he's got a decent build, some height, and isn't a dweeb, I'd be happy." "Ready?" said Len. "On the count of three. one.... Two.... THREE!" And with that both men threw their coins over their shoulders and then relaxed, closing their eyes, repeating their wish in their minds. What they couldn't see due to their eyes being closed and the action happening behind them, the coins hit each other, dead center over the hole to the bottom of the well. The coins then bounced off of each other, hitting the wall of the well with a spin that sent them rolling round and round the wall as they went down. With each revolution around the well wall, they struck each other twice and sparks and stars would fly off of them until, round and down, down and around they went finally touching the bottom. The rest of the night was spent drinking and talking, listening to the radio, and watching stars, until the young men got up and stumbled to their apartments. *************************************************************************** The next evening, Len came home somewhat late. Another date he had planned from the app he swore the night before to turn off, but who knows? Maybe? Just maybe, that guy might turn out alright. It was not to be. Len hit the chair sighing. "You all right, Len?" "Yeah fine. Another bombed date." "Grand. What happened." "Oh the guy was friendly enough. Only moderately built. Kind of like a runner. Slightly tall at about 6' 4", but then I found out his father was an elephant!" "Yeah, right." "I'm serious. The dude was hung. I got to see it. That's the problem. He shows up to the date wearing board shorts over under-armor shorts, and then just sits in the chair like he's straddling a saddle. Of course the board shorts have pulled up a little bit, revealing the outline of his cock going down his inner left leg. He then looks at me and smiles, asking me if I'm into it. Then says he knows I'm into it. I'm in awe. I can't help myself but drool over it. Asks me if I want to see it in action already, and when I say 'no', he takes that as a challenge to let me know how big it is, by becoming erect right there. Then goes off about being a true man, a real man, how he's gonna be the dominant in the relationship and how is virility is all, and I'd just have to get used to it. I'd say 'What a dick!', but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of the pun." "I'll say it for you then. What a prick! So the whole way he viewed relationships was via his cock size?" "Yep. I mean he's got it. If he wants to get into porn, he'll be one of the biggest. He's like eleven and a half inches when erect, but I think it just takes too much blood from his brain and makes him stupid. Why can't he be nice about it? Casual? Like you and your art. You're one of the best local artists out here, but you just are... You'll present your work if asked, but you don't show off all your ribbons, and brag, and boast, to purposefully out do other artists. Why couldn't he be more like you; be humble? Be a humble, hung man." The two men talked and drank as per usual and then retired for the evening. Later that night amid the night time noise of the insects and owls of the forest along with some frogs and toads in the distance there seemed to rise above this soft but haunting melody. The sound was slightly muffled and yet at the same time echoed. A mist rose off the ground, but even more thickly from the well and ebbed and flowed towards Chad's back door. Pouring itself into the apartment through his open bedroom window, it cascaded down the sill, across the floor and then climbed up the bed, under the top sheets. Forming hands underneath the sheet, the mist pulled down Chad's brief style underwear and began stroking and pulling on his shaft while caressing his balls. "Ooooo.... yesssssss" Chad moaned in his sleep. Over and over again the mist stroked Chad's miniature beef log, it rising to its full four and three-fourths inches of erection. He moaned and groaned, squirmed and bucked in pleasure. In his mind, Chad was having a most excellent dream of a man who stood around a foot taller than him, with mane like, burnt umber colored hair with golden flecks, which Chad had his hand run thoroughly through, as he helped the man's head bob up and down on his package. On and on the stroking and the dream went until it built up such strength, such intensity, that the pre-shock of orgasm woke Chad from his sleep and he sat up in bed screaming out "Oh fuck!" in long vocal utterance. Several volleys, perhaps a dozen or more we shot across Chad's bed, before the orgasm was to subside, but even then, the last one still built up in strength just as large, if not larger, than the beginning of the orgasm. But if Chad had secretly hoped that this would be the short end of it, he was wrong, for it didn't feel as though he blew the last shot of his ejecting ejaculate, but instead as though it was a rope being painstakingly, slowly, pulled through his cock As it was being done so, he would gasp and shudder and suddenly his cock throbbed and oozed.... it swelled and grew....it engorged and thickened, while his balls began to swell and become more snug in his scrotum, heavier, and the sensation of something churning inside them more and more prominent. This act and sensations happened not just once, but five times that night. In the morning, or near afternoon, Chad woke up in extreme exhaustion. How could a good night's sleep leaving him so knackered? It didn't help matters any as he tried to push himself off the mattress, having flipped over face down sometime in the night, and he had to hear and feel the act of pulling himself away from the top sheet as he was glued to it by the copious amount of cum he had spewed during the evening. Wondering what made him so horny, what gave him the ability to blow such a huge as load, after load, after load, Chad groggily walked to the bathroom to take a shower and wake up. But on his way he felt something striking his legs, around the lower part of his thigh. He also felt as though something was racking him in the balls with every step he took. Looking down to discover what was cause the sensations, he backed out of the bathroom in fear until he hit the edge of his bed and fell backwards upon it. His hands reached out for his groin and he felt his sausage and eggs. They were huge. They were sensitive. They were tender. The prick was long, thick, veiny, and yet it was soft. SOFT! Clamoring for his left nightstand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. Laying it on top of the base of his cock, Chad began to pull it out as he pulled out his prick. 1....2......3......4.......5.......6.......7.......8......9....and one-fourth....one-half. Nine and one half inches long and it was flaccid. This couldn't be real. This couldn't have happened. There had to be a way to prove to himself that this wasn't a dream. Reaching again for his nightstand, he pulled out one of his small sized condoms and headed back into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped in and got wet. He soaped up his groin and himself, then he slipped the condom on and it didn't fit like it normally did. It only came partially down his soft shaft. In disbelief he backed up again, like he could walk, turn, and then run away from his own appendage. But he forgot he was holding his cock up to look at it and when he backed up the shower head, set on power massage setting, sent a pulsating stream right towards his prick's piss slit. "Ooooohhhh..." The spray sent a tickling feeling that ran from piss slit up to Chad's lower lip. He tried to back away further, forgetting he was in the shower stall. The spray kept hitting him and he felt his schlong begin to inflate, long and thicker, harder and veinier. "Ooooh gaaaawd..." thought Chad. "I'm not just a shower... I'm a grower!" Chad looked down at his package as it grew and grew causing every ripple in the condom to become stretched so thin and so taut that it was becoming damn near invisible on Chad's massive member. Pre was leaking out of his humongous helmet now, the head stretching the mini-condom to its limits. It didn't take long for the lengthening and hardening rod of steel to grow until there was a sudden release of pressure as the condom split open from head to base, the ring of the opening being all that was left to show that the condom was originally a tube instead of a sheet of rubber or latex. Chad still had the tape measure in his hand and shakily run along the massive monster of meat sticking out from his groin and over flowing his own hands. ... ... ... .... fourteen inches long. A quick wrap around of the tape revealed the dominant dong to be nine inches around at its thickest point. The realization of the size of his wonder worm and nuts, the jetting spray from the shower onto his cock and balls, the rubbing of his own, soaped up legs against both his cock and balls soon caused him to shudder and explode once more, sending a tsunami of cum against the stall door and causing him to sink to the stall floor. ***************************************************************************** Six days went by before Len "saw" Chad again. Chad didn't come out Sunday as he was attempting to learn how to walk with underwear on. He still loved his briefs. He loved them even more now actually, or even a thong style. His ample package all balled together in the pouch made it feel much heavier, while the weight and size caused the waist band to be pulled down a bit exposing Chad's boa base which made things feel even bigger. His fantasy thoughts of walking around a pool in a micro brief or thong swimsuit turned him on so much that his cock would become erect and threaten to tear out his underwear. Of course the turn on and feeling of it hanging lead like yet free made him wish he lived and did business in a nudist colony so he could just walk around au natural. However, his bits and pieces all packaged together did in fact create quite the package. Large enough its profile was obscene. He certainly couldn't wear his briefs and such to work or in public. Chad had to learn to wear compression shorts and snake his amorous anaconda down the inner thigh of one leg or the other. This also meant that now, the Friday after, he couldn't meet Len like he normally did outside, as he normally lied out in a brief, or micro-brief, swimsuit or underwear, and boxers could still easily expose his blessing, while the compression shorts only helped to highlight it. There was a tap at Chad's bedroom window late Friday evening as Len called out to see if Chad was home. It was open, so Chad quickly lied down in bed and slightly called back out. "Dude, are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Len. I took some extra hours all this week and I think it wore me down and I caught something." "Geeze, man. That sucks. I'll let you alone then to rest." "Naw... it's ok. Just make my window the well tonight." Len walked over to the well to get his chair and cooler while Chad quickly opened up the screen on his window. Len then placed his chair against the wall under the window with his cooler along side of it. "You think your safe to drink, bro?" "Yeah.... maybe.... probably just not too many." "Cool." and Len popped a top on a beer and set it in the window sill. "There ya go." "Thanks.... .... So, you have another date tonight?" "Yeah and it was abysmal. Cute guy. God.... he was so fuckin' thick! Check this out. He's only 5' 3" tall but he is beyond jacked. Had so much mass packed on his frame. He was two-hundred and fifteen pounds, hits around two-forty in the off season. Can you believe that? He's not into competing though, but he could probably win quite a bit if he did. He's got these bowling balls for arm and short tree trunks for legs. Seriously, his arms were like twenty-three inches around - cold! His quads are like thirty-two inches around. A sixty inch chest. Just a compact lil' beast. He's all about the bodybuilding life style, likes to help people train, but there's the problem." "He like to train people and that's a problem?" "Yeah he's got 'Short Man's Chip Syndrome', ya know...." "Awwww no." "Yeah... likes to train those who aren't yet Mr. Olympia worthy so he can prove he's stronger than them. Kept wanting me to life or arm wrestle cause he wanted to prove the man who was almost a foot and half taller than him was weaker than him. He wants to prove himself all the time. He wants to humiliate as many people as he can to show he's the big man. It just another flop test of humanity, Chad. I tell ya. If you suddenly blew up with muscles would you have to be all cocky and arogant?" Chad chuckled a little. "Well... .... .... I might volunteer to point out directions.... frequently." The pair laughed and opened another beer. "You're right though, Len. I might playfully show off and accept some challenges for arm wrestling, but I wouldn't go out of my way to specifically, purposefully, set up situations to show off, or prove myself to taller men like you. I'd.... just try to be." "Exactly. Why can't these shorter bodybuilders be like you? Just happy, proud, and polite, just taking life as it is?" A couple hours and several more discussion topics and beers later, Len got up, said good night, and went back to his apartment. Chad rolled over and went to sleep. ************************************************************************** It was the middle of the night. Chad woke up and felt... ... ... something. He didn't feel like he was being watched, he didn't feel sick, he didn't feel too cold or too warm, he just felt an unknown something. A mist had formed and it had rolled in, filling his apartment. It was as bad as if he were standing outside on some English moor. He could barely see just an arm's length away. Throwing back his bed sheet, he stood up and reveled in the feeling of the swing and pull of his dong as he got up. To save extreme pain from morning wood, Chad had begun sleeping in the nude; besides, he love the feeling of his trouser snake wrapping 'round his legs and his bulging balls hanging free. Making his way to the living room, he opened the windows there and felt a cool early-still-evening-morning breeze waft through and stroke his nipples to perfection. As they became hard, Chad closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, but then something felt off. He couldn't put his finger on it at first. It took a couple of times after a couple of deep breaths before he realized it. He felt, heavier...harder...firmer... Yet he couldn't stop himself. The deep breathing felt so good. He knew he had to continue, and even if he didn't wish to, he would still keep breathing in. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he inhaled. He could feel himself becoming tauter, tighter, fuller, thicker. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He felt his abs crunch a bit. His hands could feel some new ridges across his stomach. His ankles and wrists looked thicker and harder. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He was rocking on the balls of his feet and every time he landed back on his heels he could hear the thud sound becoming louder, harder. The string from calves to heels stretched thicker and tighter, as well as his hamstring. He felt his ass pull in tighter and firmer. His reflection in the window showed lines moving out from his abs going across his sides. Some definition and c shaped shadows began to appear under his chest. His shoulders snapped back and straighter. His neck spread thicker. His deltoids rounded. That blood vessel line shot across and stayed on his bicep which took on a more oval shape. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" His abs really crunched in while obliques began to make way for the newest set of wings that were Chad's lats. His back broadened and thickened. His chest pushed forward and hung a little heavier, forming two nice little crescents. His shoulders, traps, began to rise beside his fuller neck. Veins began to run over his thighs as they began to cry with one, two tear drop shapes, and the back of his thigh began to bulge and round out like an upper arm, while the cable of his ham strings pulled tighter, harder, and thicker, and his calves grew out into some diamond shapes. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Again his calves inflated and defined into some serious sharp pointed diamond, that were morphing into something else. His quads cried out again - one, two, three tear drop shaped hanging full waiting to drop. His butt bubbled out harder, rounder, while his abs became thick cobblestone brick, and his obliques became more firmly carved out. His lats spread out wider, beginning to push his arms up and away, and those arms were inflating rapidly, the hill of the triceps bulging out from behind, while the biceps grew somewhat rectangular, but began to rise into softball sized peaks when flexed. His forearms were becoming all chorded and veiny and taking on the shape of chicken drumsticks. His neck was becoming a plinth that was pushing apart and away the two hills of his shoulders as his delts grew fuller, rounder, like concrete balls used in garden features. But they were hard to notice as his pecs inflated more barrel like, hanging thicker, broader, and heavier. His nipples beginning their migration from sticking straight out to pointing down. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Chad adjusted his feet and wiggled his hands. They had grown just a tad longer and thicker. First his toes, then his feet, followed by his heel, and then they all grew wider and harder. His hands swelled up larger. His fingers got longer and incredibly thicker like some sausages. The hands and feet were taking on the appearance of a man who had been lifting. Lifting for years and with incredible weight. But he also had adjusted his stance as this thighs again became more swollen. The increasing size and shape along with the tendon cables and blood vessels rising to the top was making his calves look like a pair of hearts. Four tear drops hanging now around the front, while his thigh bicep is rounding without him flexing his leg. His ass is becoming two firm round loaves swelling and rising further out. His abs were becoming like cinder blocks. His lats were making it so his arms would never touch his obliques and sides again. Spreading out wider and wider like bat wings. His chest was just rolling out from his chest becoming so thick, so round, as his nipples traveled further to the underside of them. His traps growing larger threatening to pinch off the now column sized neck. His delts becoming the size of medicine balls. His biceps rising to great mountainous peaks, split, double peaks, as his triceps grew into a grotesquely over inflated horseshoe shap, and his fore arms became turkey legs. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Again he had to widen his stance. His calves becoming thick enough, they might still touch with feet shoulder width apart. His thighs grew even thicker, pushing his massive balls and mammoth cock out front even more, and with the now rolling motion of his legs as they moved and he walked, sent no small amount of racking pain through his body. His butt swelled like two hot air balloons but were exceptionally firm and hard. His abs were like castle blocks. His lats grew into pterodactyl wings. His chest continued to roll out, thicker, wider, fuller, going from barrels to oil drums. His nips growing large and pointing nearly straight down now. His traps forming two mountain ranges, while his neck was a giant redwood in between them. His delts were now concrete balls the size they used to block streets. The upper arms inflated even larger possibly becoming thicker, rounder than Chad's own head. His forearms growing to drumsticks the size of an ostrich. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... .... .... beast...." Chad swelled ever larger, the blood vessels rising to just underneath the skin everywhere, full, hard, and engorged with blood. His arms were nearly sticking straight out to the sides. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ... ... Beast!..." His muscles grew denser, stronger, harder, items made of glass, wood, would break when they struck him. "HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... ... ... BEAST!..." Lines of striation came in crisp and clear under the pulsating veins and in between the deeply chiseled crevices of each and every muscle separation. His stance widened even further. "HMMMMMMMMMMMMM BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAST!" One last time he swelled with muscular power and with it as he threw his head and shoulders back, clinched his fists, held his arms open wide, sunk half way into a squatting stance, and flexed his muscles, he screamed aloud the word beast, and suddenly his onyx colored hair, travelled down across his checks, chin and upper lip forming a three day scruff beard, continued down his neck in similar style and then hit his chest where it spread out long, curly, feathery, going straight down the front of his torso, while starting mid upper arm and mid ass, spreading down the arms and legs each, stopping about a fourth of the way onto the hands and feet, all while the torso trail struck his crotch and produced a might bush which nearly obscured his balls, and made his prevailing prick look like it grew out of nowhere. Chad stood there in the mist and the moonlight, breathing, panting heavily in his living room. His right hand reached out and felt his right pectoral muscle. It filled his hand and then some. Yet even his own hand could hardly make a dent in it as he gave it a squeeze. He moaned greatly as his lightly pinched and then rubbed one of his decently sized nipples. Then he began to bounce them, individually at first, then both at the same time, and he laughed... and laughed. Deep, supported, rich belly laughs. Spreading his arms out again in a front biceps pose but with the forearms extended, he saw his reflection in the window. What was his gigantic globes of pectorals now looked like to thick cut slabs of trapezoids. His lats looks as though he could jump from a plane and glide down to safety, his body having a built in paragliding suit. His cock slowly but firmly became erect as he stood there looking down and feeling up all over himself. He turned and began a new waddle-walk as he rolled his legs out and forward to get anywhere. Hitting the doorway of his bathroom, his cock entered about 15 seconds before the front of his chest and thighs did, which entered about 15 seconds before... ... ... Well the rest of him, did not enter. His back, shoulders, and lats were too wide and they pushed his arms out it impeded Chad from walking forward through a door. He turned sideways to get through the door, and still had to suck in and concave his chest slightly into to make it through. Although it did cause his penis to become pushed back and then slap against his body like one of those spring door stops when flicked. Once there he did the best he could to measure himself with the measuring tape he had left in the bathroom the day his cock became colossal: Chest 64 inches, Upper Arms 24 inches, Waist 31.5 inches, Thighs 33.25 inches, Calves 23 inches. In shock and slight disbelief, he turned and stepped upon his bathroom scale and watched in wide-eyed awe. It hit his usual weight of 148lbs and kept going to 50... 60... 70... 80... 90... 200 pounds.... 210.... 220... 230... 235... 240... 245... 246... 247... 248... 249.... 250. Two-hundred fifty pounds of solid, densely packed beef onto a 5' 7" tall man. Staring at himself in the mirror, he let out a small yelp. Who was this mighty-mite standing before him? This short supreme stud? This bodybuilder so swollen with muscle he nearly couldn't move, with monster meat between his legs, which although during the fear and shock had gone flaccid, was now returning to full erection that still looked disproportionate sticking out beyond all the hairy, mammoth muscle. Running his hands through his chest hair, Chad leaned back hard and had to jump forward when he heard the sink pedestal crack. The thought of what he just did, just by leaning, made him become even harder and his balls churn more, screaming for release. Gingerly squeezing his way in through the shower stall door, he leaned back against the opposite corner, allowing the water to cascade down his body over every rising mound and deepening crevice, while he tried his best to force his arms in close enough so he might properly grab super schlong and began to beat it off furiously, until spasmed and shook, convulsing in pleasure, and blowing rope after thick, and long, rope of cum across the shower stall. **************************************************************************** Chad felt like he was in a dream the next morning, but in the semi in between state of consciousness and being asleep, his brain kept registering how big he now was because every time he rolled over the bed groaned in ways it never had before due to his heavier weight. The breeze flowed over him differently now. Instead of feeling a straight breeze whipping over a lithe body, where exposed, the wind now rolled and swirled over mounds and into crevices, undulating like a car on a great hilly roller-coaster. Throwing over the covers, he sat up and looked down. Gasping in shock, he realized he couldn't see anything past his chest it was so mounding and full, barreling nearly up to his chin and jutting far out from his torso. Even raising his shins and feet up, it was still difficult to see his feet. He stood up and hand to throw his hand and arm out to steady himself on the night stand, his balance being thrown off by the monstrous size of his thighs fighting for space. But the arm sticking out from his body was so thick, massive, and veiny. Chad was certain his upper arm, maybe just his bicep was bigger round than his head. Waddling his way to the bathroom, he remembered what he saw in the mirror the night before. How horny it made him to see what he had become. What had he become? Was this permanent? How did it happen, and so fast? And then the realization hit him. What was he going to do about his job? Sure he was an independent artist, but he worked some jobs for companies. He couldn't simply leave on Friday this paper thin man and then show up on Monday looking like the Hulk's mini-me. What was he going to do? Eventually Chad shifted schedules, called the businesses he had contracts with and told them due to health reasons he would no longer be accepting contracts from them but would finish up and send on the last projects, and told the workers of his gallery he was taking an emergency vacation due to family crisis. He then promptly threw on his largest clothes that snapped and ripped everywhere just from his breathing let alone movement, and promptly drove to the bank and took out some money, then drove to Mallmart and bought the three or so pairs of the largest sweat suit shirt and pants they had, changed into them and then went back to his apartment, where he stripped back down, and walked around nude, trying to figure out what he was going to do. **************************************************************************** Another week had gone by before Len "saw" Chad again. Late Saturday evening, after the clothes buying and the pondering over what he was going to do, Chad parked his car in an area near his apartment he knew it would be hidden from view, and never walked in front of his windows, nor answered his door when Len knocked. That next Friday evening however, Len had caught the shadow of Chad's head passing by the window, which Chad had open as he was becoming quite accustom and addicted to feeling a breeze caress his nude Herculean physique. As he heard Len's voice, he dove into the bathroom for cover, but he knew Len had seen him, partially, and he would have to answer. "Hey, Chad..." "Hey, Len." Chad said, peeking just his head from around the bathroom door. "How are doin'? I've need see you out for two weeks now and your car has been gone all this week." "I'm doin' fine. Better. Still have a touch of that crap that was going around. It uh kept me down all last week and this week I've had to uhmm... go meet clients and catch up on work loads." "Feel like hangin' out? I could use a friendly bartender tonight." "Well, I'm still kind of cruddy, but I can talk via the widow again." "Coo." Like the week before, Len pulled his chair and cooler up and under Chad's window and placed a beer on the window sill. "So, what's up. You sound a little disappointed again. Poor date?" "Two poor dates." "Two?" "Yeah had one meeting, scheduled in the late afternoon, he had to leave by seven p. m., so I arranged another date with another guy around seven-thirty." "And both turned out to be bombs?" "Yeah... one was a dominating prick and the other was just a complainer, both about their height." "Find a couple of guys taller than you?" "Yeah... The first guy was 7' 2" tall, slight basketball player build. He proclaimed me to be small. Small? I was thinking, 'Really, dude? Sure you're six inches taller than me, but we weigh about the same and mine is all muscle.' But if I had spoken that out loud he wouldn't have cared. It was all about the height and he was just afraid... no, he knew I would be broken by him because I was so small. I had tiny feet and tiny hands, I was just as small to him as...." "As someone my height?" "Yeah. Except he said I looked like a pre-teen and average guys looked like toddlers." Chad felt his chest puff up as he took in a long, slow breath and proclaim, "Fuckin' jerk." "Wait, it gets better. So the second guy was 6' 11" with a slight build upon him, but all he did was complain... ... ... about his height. Nothing was made for folks his size. He was always breaking chairs, didn't fit in cars, had to buy his clothes specialty made and five times the expense - especially his shoes, had scars on his head from running into doorways, ceiling beams, hanging pots and signs, couldn't go to social outings where he had to rent things like skis, roller blades, bowling shoes, and then because of all the ducking and stooping he was always experiencing back pain, joint pain, foot pain to accompany all his headaches. "I tried to join in sayin' I understood and agreed with some of those things, having experienced them myself, but that I found out that doing weight training and muscle building had helped to prevent some of those injuries to back and joints. The last part of my statement he turned his nose up at and looked at me in the eye and said, 'Yeah you like you're working your way up to being a cow.' "I looked at him like he was a dork and said, 'A cow?... ... ... How do you figure? I'm not fat.' to which he says, 'My buddies and I call all guys like you who look like those extreme built physical trainers a cow.' and then I asked him, 'What do you call bodybuilders?' and his response? ... ... ...'Bloated bulls with miniscule dicks.'" Chad gasped. "He didn't. What a bastard." "I know, right? Okay, bodybuilding may not be your thing, but that doesn't mean you have to be rude and call those who embrace the lifestyle names or make fun of them, just don't buy tickets for the Olympia Expo. At any rate I realized he'd never support me in my working out and trying to get bigger. I might not make it to the Olympia ever, or even local regional contest, but I can at least get pretty hefty, and I'd like to have whomever I'm with either join me in training or at least support me. "And I know and understand the problems of being tall and all, but why sit and complain so long and constant about it? Go to the Big and Tall stores. Buy a truck you can fit into. Go have some bowling shoes or skis custom made. You just have to live with it until society catches up to the big or tall man's needs. It's not like you can just crop off a foot of height from your body or that there's a real shrink ray to make you smaller." "No doubt. You just have to go and work with what the universe, your DNA gave you." "Yeah, you understand. You're short, but you're not that short. And even though you are slightly short you don't complain about it. You just do the best you can, break out a stool or ask a taller guy for assistance. ... and... ...and you encourage.... you know.... me... and other guys who like to get big... and buff and huge. Other guys who want to become massive, even though you yourself are slim with a hyper metabolism." "Yeaaaah, but you know I like big guys, so of course I'd support them." "Yeah, but I've seen you in art classes teaching and volunteer groups assisting, and you always seem supportive, even if the person really isn't ever going to achieve what they're setting out to do. You're supportive and encouraging. Now, if I could just find a tall and built man...giant for me.... who's supportive and encouraging like you, and not a superior, arrogant ass, or a 'william whiner', or smug asshat who looks down on others choices and dreams." There was a calm quietness between them. The kind that one only experiences with very good friends and family. Then the conversation lightened up and laughter began to echo as the beers flowed a little more and the conversation became more relaxed, fun, silly, and then down right goofy. Len eventually left his friend and fumbled his way back to his apartment, after wishing Chad would get better soon. *************************************************************************** Once again it was the wee hours of the morning. Chad was sleeping totally nude and uncovered, feeling that evening breeze once again flow over and around his massively bulked up body. The wind running itself through his thick, body hair and making it sway like grass on the prairie. Waking up, Chad smacked his lips. He was suddenly feeling....peckish....a slight hunger gnawed at him. But that feeling grew into being fully hungry. Starving. Ravishing. He ran as best he could into the kitchen, threw wide open the fridge door and realized he wanted... ... ... milk. Grabbing the gallon jug out of the fridge, Chad popped the top on it and began to chug it. Gulp after gulp Chad practically inhaled the milk, except some parts of it that leaked out past the corners of his lips, ran down his chin, splattered onto his chest and then dropped and swirled from his chest and over to his abs, rushing like a babbling brook over those cobblestones and into his thick, dense groin bush. Chugging....chugging....chugging....GONE! Chad let out a loud, "Aaaaaaah!", and then crushed the empty gallon jug with his hands. Pacing up and down the kitchen area, Chad was waiting for something, although he didn't know what. He was becoming more and more restless, he needed to do something. Then and idea struck him - he'd put on the sweat pants and go to a 24 hour gym and do a work out. And so, he got dressed in his sweats put on his size 13 shoes, then walked back to the kitchen to grab some snacks to take with him. Then a pain hit him and hit him hard. It felt like someone inserting a needle into his hands, both palm and each individual finger. Then it was happening in his toes and feet. Chad staggered a little at just this small amount of pain and raised his hands to look at them. The swelled up, but weren't looking disproportionate as though they had been bruised or crushed. They were just getting bigger and longer, keeping the same massive thickness they had before, but just on a larger hand. Chad stood in awe watching as the finger got longer and longer, the palm got longer and wider. He tried to close his eyes and breathe deeply to concentrate and focus the pain away, but then with each stab of pain in his feet, he could hear small tearing sounds. rip... .... ri-i-ip.... ....riiiip.... .... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Suddenly the sides his feet could feet the cool air once again. It didn't take too long before his toes broke through the front. As he watched his hands continuing to get larger he kicked his feet to get rid of his now fully ripped and torn shoes so he might stand barefoot. Shuffling his growing feet across the floor, he stopped when he could feel one of his heels but up against a grout line in the floor tiles. He left them there, feeling that his toes were beyond the other side of the tile and moving, growing, further and further away. Then there was a pull and tickling to his stomach, and the needle like pain course throughout his body, primarily in his back, arm, and leg bones. A few gasps and pulls and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Turning around, trying to figure out what he should do, if he should call for emergency help, the sensation kept hitting him and it became tighter across his chest and harder to breathe. That's when he saw his reflection in the oven, glass door. He realized he was slightly taller than the fridge now and his clothes were pulling exceptionally tighter across his muscles. And few more sharp intakes of breathe and he was nearly half a foot taller than the fridge with his clothes not hiding the shape and size of his musculature at all. The next few breathes Chad totally forgot about the needle like pain as now his ears were filled with the sound of clothes ripping left and right. "huh" A tear formed under his right underarm. "huh" His left thigh started a tear in front. "huh" His right forearm snapped the wrist band. "huh" His back began to rip open. "Huh" His butt ripped the back open down the center. "Huh" His left thigh tear tore all the way up and down, while his right calve popped it's lower leg of the sweat pants. "Huh" His inflating chest snapped the front open. "HUH" His right bicep broke open the sleeve. "HUH" His ample ass tore the whole back end of the pants, while both thighs split open the legs down the back side. "HUH" His two calves caused the bottom of the pants legs to explode open and their hems bust. "HUH!" His chest tore open the front and snapped the collar band. "HUH!" His traps tore the sides of the shirt into strips. "HUH!" His back ripped all the way down the center. "HUH!" His waist band snapped, revealing his under armor compression shorts that had runs developing in it like cheap panty hose, soon to let his growing anaconda free. All this while his clothes were not just getting tighter and tighter on him, but smaller and smaller. If they could fit him muscle wise, they still would fit him like mid drifts and Capri pants. Mid drifts than only came down to the bottom of his chest, and Capri's that looked like knee length shorts. Watching his reflection in the oven door, he watched as he continued to get taller and taller than the fridge. He was panicking see the lights and ceiling fan getting closer and closer. He stepped over to avoid the fan and watched as his waist left the height of the kitchen counter and rose above it. His groin and ass rose slightly above it. Half way above it. Completely above it. Until there he was nude, hulking, hung, hairy, and the counter only came about midway up his thigh. Chad put his hands up as if to stop his growth, worried that the small apartment with its seven and a half foot tall ceiling was going to become way too small for him. But when all was said and done, he discovered he could stand up straight, but feel the ceiling brushing the hair on his head. Turning to move, Chad knocked off a large tea kettle from a hanging kitchen rack. Catching it easily, he nearly crushed in shock when he realize he could palm the think like it was a soft ball. Stroll-sway-strutting back to the bathroom, Chad grabbed the remote on his bathroom scale and turned the audio voice on. He stood there trying to keep his balance, which was extremely difficult as his feet together we both longer and wider than the bathroom scale. Not to mention that the few inches thick the scale was caused Chad to dent a small hole into the ceiling. Chad would've seen his eyes open wide in awe, or horror, as he heard the scale call out the weight, but he had grown so tall, both his head and his shoulders disappeared above the mirror and its reflection. "250....300...350...400....500....520....540.....550....560....562....563...564....565....566...566....566..." Five hundred, sixty-six pounds... ... ... and with his hair brushing the ceiling, but his head not touching it, he knew he was somewhere between 7' 3" tall and 7' 5" tall. "Good gawd..." Chad thought. "Is there a car...a bus or a plane I will fit into?" Taking a selfie stick he received for Christmas and taping a marker onto it, he laid the measuring tape out onto the floor to measure his foot realizing they were now fifteen and one-third inches long. A quick look upon the computer, after many key strikes and deletions due to his extremely large fingers, he discovered he wore a size 24 shoe. "If clothes didn't fit and were expensive before...." Chad thought worriedly to himself, and then... "Oh shit! My cock still feels the same to me... the same proportions...that means...." and after forcing himself to become erect and with another measure and marking...."Holy.... 18.25 inches.....I'm gonna rip men apart." Chad eventually came out of the shock and decided to measure everything else as best as he could. Eventually he realized his chest was somewhere around 84", his upper arms were 31.5", waist 41.25", thighs were 43.75", and calves were 30.25" Where in the hell was he going to find clothes? Collapsing into a chair, which Chad was certain the legs bent under the strain of his weight, he caught his reflection in the bedroom mirror on the other side of the room. His lats and back greatly overflowed the arms and back of the chair, being exceptionally wider than it. His arms pushed up so high and out from those lats and the size of the arms themselves, plus the length of his torso, had almost no hope of being able to rest upon the arms of the chair. His thighs and buttocks were pushing and bending the arms of the chair out, threatening to break them. His head and shoulders sat so much higher than the back of the seat, and his legs stretched out and out so far from the chair, with his knees both out quite farther and up higher than the seat of the chair, that a person could almost crawl between the space of Chad's calves, thighs, and the front of the chair. It didn't take long before Chad had to swing a leg over one of the chair arms, during which his foot never had to leave the floor, due to the fact that staring at himself in the mirror he was quickly becoming aroused and his super schlong was rapidly becoming fully engorged and rigid. The realization that this giant, hung, hairy bodybuilder simply sitting in this chair and dwarfing it, crushing it, was him gave him fantasy thoughts, which he understood might now be able to come true. Again, one hand went to caressing his abs, chest, and nips, feeling how thick and solid, heavy and mounding they were, all the while combing through this expanse of hair. The other hand went straight to his sizeable shaft, even slightly too large for his own hands. He began making slow, pulling strokes on his cock two fingers rubbing its slit, stroking down to the bass and then rubbing his bulbous balls. Slowly...oh so slowly.... to feel each stimulating pull. To increase the length of each sensation as is travelled down his rod and spread out through his body. Faster... and faster.... more and more..... his hand feverishly fwapping his preponderous pole. The pleasurable friction building up pressure in his titanic testicles causing them to swirl and churn on the inside, until they began to swell. A few more strokes and the feeling was pulsing from his superior sack across his abs and around his ass to his hole. He slowed down once again, trying to take two, three minutes for the last few drags down his dong, and then suddenly..... "AUH! AH! HOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" If Chad could've kept his eyes open, he would've seen his prick spray out like some huge canon sized can of silly string with strands that shot out both all the way across and as long as his bedroom. But, Chad couldn't see it. His head had snapped back, his eyes closed and rolled back, he bit his lower lip until it bled, as strand after strand, rope after rope streamed out from his balls, through his pecker, and across the room. He actually passed out in pleasure, falling asleep in the chair. **************************************************************************** Chad kept himself hidden once again for the next couple of weeks. He was ordering tailored clothes from companies on-line, many whom didn't believe his measurements, until he had a cam to cam meeting with them and showed them how tall the apartment rooms were and where he came up to them. There were a number of these company's representatives that personally called him back and paid him for a small show. He was also making money still with his art pieces, but also appearing on a cam as a model for life drawing classes. Students and teachers gasped and wondered about his size, although for the posing he removed anything from the room that could create a reference for his size. Most of them figured he was 5' 9" at the tallest given the size and shape of his muscles. Thus, two weeks later, Len was ecstatic when he came home, from another piss poor date and seen his lounger returned to his side of the well and then a fully stocked cooler to its left. He sat down and stretched himself past the end of his chair like his body usually did, picked out a beer from the cooler, popped it open, and began to talk. "Chad, hey buddy. How are you?" "Doing well, Len. Very well." "Excellent. Are you over that bug, completely. You still kind of sound very hoarse. Your voice sounds really deep." "Yeah I'm okay. It just kind of...uhm.... affected my vocal chords. This is my new voice." "Wow....kind of givin' me the chills, bro. You sound fuckin' hot. Guys are gonna want to date you just to hear your voice." "That is a possibility. You have a good date tonight?" "Naw... Still same problem: if they're built, hung, or tall, they've all got a chip on their shoulder. If they're nice, they're fairly small, weak, or they don't want to support someone with a lifting lifestyle." "Well.... keep looking you may find someone." "Yeah....in my dreams." Chad reached over to grab another beer and noticed a pair of sandals just slightly in front of the cooler. Ones that were huge... and he was pretty sure was bigger than his. He kicked off his shoes, but took one and placed it beside one of the sandals. "Holy shit, dude! Do you know about these sandals? They're huge fuckers, larger than my shoes, but quite a bit." "About six sizes." "Six si......you mean a size 24?" "Yes." "Gawd... the size of the dawgs on that dude..." "Fifteen and one-third inch long feet." "FIFTEE.... waaaaait a minute. What are these shoes doing here? How do you know the size of the owner's feet? Out with it, you lucky bastard. You found a giant man. Your wish came true!" "No.... not quite. I found a giant man, but my wish didn't come true." "What? You found someone, but they walked out...and left... left their shoes behind?" "No. They didn't leave their shoes behind." "Someone had to leave these behind." "Nope. I just put them there." "What do you mean you just put them there? Did you save up and buy a pair just for fantasy play time, you perve?" Len laughed. "Nope... .... .... I need them." "What do you mean, you need them?" "Exactly that. I need them." "Dude, this is like your fetish controlling you now. You need some help." "No, it's not for my fetish. It's for me. Just me. Just my feet." "Just for you... just for your feet? But why?" "Because, I.... NEED....THEM." Len swiveled in his lounger and sat up, peering slightly around the well and then gasped. There on the lounger on the other side of the well was a body that extended nearly a foot beyond the end of the lounger and with some of the largest feet he had ever seen in his life. "What da fuck?" Said Len as he stood up and walked the short distance around the well. There was the complete body for him to view. Nearly a foot longer than the lounger, arms, delts, lats, and back wider than the lounger and nearly hanging off of it. He looked at the body's face, it was still that of Chad's, but he was a bit more handsome, more rugged, a two to three day old scruff, medium length jet black hair, muscles on top muscles that had muscles, bulging, mounding, looking nearly like some great balloon sculpture, except it was cover in a sexy feather of hair, great streams of blood vessels, lines and scores of striations and muscular definition, and deep crevices. And all of it was this new sun kissed tan from being out most of the day, apparently. There in the middle was this velvet like pouch that clung to something that was thick and long looking. "Chad?" "Yes, Len. It's me." "But how... so... long.... so....big....so .... built....and... what... what... WHAT IS THAT?!" "If you want to know," said Chad pointing to his nipples and chest, "Press the buttons and trace the maze." Len staggered forward and fell to his knees. Letting out gasps of awe at the bunching, mounding, twitching, popping, and flexing mountainous mass of muscle in front of him, he stuck both hands out onto Chad's pecs and cupped them. "Even...for...my hands.... so.... huge...." "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Len quickly began to cup and squeeze Chad's pecs. He started running his fingers through Chad's chest hair. He initiated Chad's crotch inflation by rubbing, pinching, and twisting Chad's nipples. "Ooooooooooooooooooooh" Len turned his head to look down to Chad's crotch area as he continued his great fondling exploration of Chad's chest. He shuddered and quaked as he watched in wide-eyed wonder while the bulge in the pouch began to swell and grow. First the ball became larger, then it became more of a u shaped tube, inflating like a great fire hose with water. Then it attempted to continue but the bag was becoming too tight. The strings for the tie weren't releasing and the whole package was shaking. Eventually there was rips being heard and Len stopped his fondling and he watched the great protruding penis began to stretch the pouch, ripping free of its confinement and now achieve it's great straight, long, length and tremendous thickness. Eventually the pouch ripped all the way around, slipped off Chad's anaconda and fell off to the ground. "Oh my gaw..... that's a fuckin' branch! An I-beam. That would... would..." "Do horrible, but wondrous things to your ass." "What?" Chad took Len's hands off his body, turned every so gingerly in the lounger as it groaned, creaked, and sank into ground, and then stood up and up and up. "Oh.... my...." There before Len was his best friend. The man who just a month or so ago, was thin, pasty, and only stood just a fraction above his shoulders. Now there was this muscled behemoth who he only came up to the mouth on. A man when he looked straight out all he could see was a huge, thick neck, mountainous traps, devastating delts, granite slabs of pectorals, and arms that look like they could rip out and crush tree trunks. It completely filled his vision stand close to him. Looking down didn't help either as he saw thighs he swore were thicker round than his waist, calves bigger than his upper arms, and that colossal cock bouncing straight out in the air. Taking his hand and placing it under Len's chin, Chad directed Len's gaze up to his eyes. "I have... .... .... always been in love with you. From the first moment we met retreating from the apartment party. I never expressed my desire for you, once I found out you wanted someone built as big, or as tall as, or bigger than you. I knew it could never happen. But now...." Chad made motion to look down his body, even though he couldn't see anything past his chest, and then did a front double bicep pose. "Now.... I've somehow turned into this. I think... I think I... ... became your wish." Len leaned in and hugged his friend around his chest, lats, and back as best as he could. "Gawd.... you're so....solid.... I .... would love to.... .... to ..... date you." and then Len paused a moment. "But... .... ... you're in worse spot than I was. You can't find a big man to love." With that, Chad picked up Len by his ass and held him up close so Len could attempt to hold on by wrapping his legs around Chad's waist. "I already have found my big man to love. You're not bigger than me now, that's true, but I'm not an ass to think or state that you're small. Even though I'm bigger and stronger, I will not dominate you, although I may have some fun with it. But I will treat your with respect. You're still a decent human being and will be treated as such. You may not ever become as tall or as big as me, but I will love you and support you and help you as you toss weights around, working to get bigger. And my cock doesn't make me better, it's yours. Your toy to play with. I am your mountain to climb." Chad carried Len into his apartment where the flopped onto the bed and caused its collapse. Len dug his hands into every single muscle Chad had, attempting to massage Chad's taps, punching Chad's delts, single and two handed squeezing of Chad's upper arm and then his singular split biceps peak. Len traced Chad's abs down, down, down, until he came face to face with Chad's rod, which he promptly ignored moving instead to groping Chad's calves, and then squeezing each tear drop of Chad's titan like thighs. It was then that Len moved on to the fleshy I-beam jutting out in front of him as he kissed his way up Chad's inner left thigh, cupped and rubbed Chad's massive sack and balls, before gliding his mouth across the shaft and then swallowing the humongous head. Len did work on that long before he rose up and began to suckle on Chad's left nipple, while cupping Chad's right pectoral and rubbing its nipple. The string of hickeys across Chad's chest would take weeks to fade, but it was the hunger in Len's eyes that aroused Chad the most and let him know how far to go. From his position laying across the bed and under Len, Chad grabbed Len by his hips and pulling him up slightly and then in a slow downward pull Len let out a low manly gasp as gargantuan rod that was Chad's cock enter his anus and began to painfully, yet pleasurably stretch his insides to great proportions. Chad teased Len, forcing the ramming to be nearly movie slow motion for twenty, thirty minutes, before he picked up the pace, causing Len to start bouncing slightly. Then as he felt the sensation, THAT sensation build up in him, striking him from the middle of his preponderous pecker, he doubled the speed, tripled the speed of bouncing and ramming, further and harder. Len attempted to hold on by grabbing, clinching, a hold of Chad's traps and delts, before he finally gave in and held around Chad's neck, after realizing he couldn't make a strong enough hold to dent, let alone choke, Chad. Chad moaned, groaned, began to bellow in pleasure. Len began to groan, cry, scream in addictive pain. Until Chad reached down and stroked Len's cock as he shoved Len down one more time upon his shaft all the way to the base, and then both men roared. The sound of two bellowing behemoths echoed within the small apartment as Len shot what he swore was the largest load he ever produced, and felt the largest load ever produced in his ass by Chad. The two collapsed, breathless, and asleep. The night was, of course, far from done. There was still another round of groping and tracing, carrying and lifting in the kitchen. There was the engulfing cuddling session in the living room while watching a movie. There was the size comparison of hands, feet, upper arms, pants, shirts, shoes, "equipment", and standard sized objects to the towering Chad in the dining room.There was the kissing, the soaping, the fondling in the shower, followed by the laying and relaxing, with Len's fingers running through Chad's body hair, on the bed, until the pair fell asleep once again. If the two men had hung out before, they were completely inseparable now. With the exception of work, wherever one went the other was soon to follow. This was especially true in the gym, where Chad was true to his word. He helped Len to build and bulk his body up as much as he could, being there to help spot and encourage Len during his workouts and to push him to some greater amounts of weight and more reps. It was only a couple of months after Chad's growth and his and Len's first sleeping together that they made a stop at a big and tall store to pick up some new shoes for Chad. He had tried them on, walked around in them a little bit, and then sat down to look at them, or rather their reflection in the mirror. "What do you think? They turn out ok?" "Yeah, Chad. They turned out fine, why?" "Just wanting to make sure." rip. "uh... not sure if I like them. Not sure if this was the design I liked or..." ri-ip rip rip rip. "Oh no. They don't fit." "What do you mean they don't fit? They look fine to me." "Don't you hear that?" "Hear... ... " rip ri-i-ip riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip "That! That must mean I've just blown out of these shoes. Am I growing again?" "Chad, hon. I don't see any tears on your shoes. They look fine." "I don't feel any air on exposed feet. Where is that sound..." riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip It was then in the mirror reflection that the two men saw Len's feet break free from his shoes. The couple smiled and Chad said, "C'mon, bro. Let's pay for my shoes, and get you home to try on my clothes."
  14. Austinevenson42

    The Jealous Roommate

    The Jealous Roommate As hot and ripped as I look, if we’re being honest, I haven’t been the sexy hunk you see before you for that long. Believe it or not, I was a pretty fat video game nerd a few months ago, and a virgin at that. I heard about this story event or whatever happening on this website, and I thought I could share what happened to me with all of you. It’s a pretty weird and crazy ride, so if you’re interested, sit back and enjoy the show. If that doesn’t pique your interest, or if you just think I’m messing with you, I included some fantastic pictures of myself to at least hold your attention. My name is Danny, and this is the story of how I went from practically a zero, to the hottest ten you have seen in your entire life. . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was your usual Saturday night for me, involving online gaming, fast food, and the occasional masturbation session. As much as I loved it, a part of me kind of hated myself. Not only was I a complete virgin, but I was pretty ugly, fat, and kind of gross. At least in the winter I could make an excuse out of it, but in the summer, I was ashamed to compare myself to everyone else and their attractive bodies. Overall, I was your stereotypical 25-year-old loser, except for the fact that I was also gay. This was made worse by the fact that my straight roommate was probably one of the hottest guys I had seen in my entire life. From head to toe, Rob was covered in muscles, with a sculpted face that would make anyone horny. He could literally have anyone that he wanted, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was basically in the worst-case scenario, as it hurt me to be around a guy with such an incredible physique, yet I loved seeing him walk around in his underwear all the time. It also probably didn’t help that he was a complete tool and treated me like shit all the time, but when you’re as hot as him, it probably just comes with the territory. Either way, I would take any chance I could to get a good look at him, especially when he got back from the gym with a good pump. In the end, I was just so jealous of him and his perfect life. While I was here in our apartment by myself, he was out having fun, finding his next conquest. I would do literally anything to look half as good as him, except for, I guess, work out. That’s went I heard them out in the hallway… “Wow Rob, I can’t get enough of you,” said the girl that Rob brought home with him. “Fuck, you have no idea what I’m going to do with you sexy,” responded Rob in between them making out with each other. “Where’s your room, you’re already making me wet,” replied the girl with a slight moan. Then, it almost sounded like Rob had picked her up and was carrying her to his room. I’m not going to lie, I was getting really turned on. I didn’t know if I wanted to be in Rob’s shoes, or if I wanted to be the girl, but I was enjoying every minute of it. The walls of our apartment were paper thin, so I could honestly hear every little detail. Was it wrong for me to listen in, probably, could I help it, not really. At first, it sounded like Rob was feeling around her body, as you could hear her moaning pretty loudly. Next, it seemed like Rob was getting a blow job, as he started breathing very heavily. That was when I debated playing with myself, which I ultimately ended up doing. I squeezed my sweat pants and boxers down my fatty legs as I began to massage my pretty average sized cock. As I started to do that the girl let out a loud scream, as Rob slipped his massive cock into her. Then, the bed began to hit the wall again and again, practically shaking the wall between our rooms. I could hear the both of them moaning, experiencing pleasure I could only imagine. It honestly sounded like Rob was making the girl experience earth shattering after earth shattering orgasm, god he was practically a primal beast. The thought of all of his giant muscles working to pound the life out of this girl was such a turn on. Before I knew it, I was cumming all over myself, ashamed that I got off to listening to the two of them have sex. Soon enough, Rob also began to orgasm, having completely destroyed this girl for his own pleasure. “Guess I don’t know my own strength,” said Rob in a cocky, arrogant tone. The girl could barely let out any sort of response, she must have been in such a state of ecstasy that she actually just couldn’t take it any longer. Fuck, I had no chance with Rob what so ever, but this was honestly the next best thing. It was like this every weekend, and as much as I hated it, I loved every minute of it. I never really considered myself much of a voyeur, but I guess I really looked forward to when Rob brought a girl over. Yet, a lot of the time he went over to their place, you couldn’t imagine the number of stalkers he has had, or girls that basically refused to leave. Nonetheless, I was so exhausted though that by the time I decided to go back to my video games I ended up passing out right in my own chair. The next morning, I awoke to find myself sitting in the chair, still covered in my own cum. I felt so disoriented at first, until last night’s shame finally returned, only to be followed by jealousy. Life had never really gone my way, and this was just another thing that would weigh on me, while Rob was having the time of his life. But, hearing Rob outside in the kitchen, I still couldn’t help but want to go look at his muscles. I did my best to clean up and compose myself in the bathroom, and then I ran out of the room hoping to at least get a glimpse at Rob’s body. He didn’t notice me at first, as he was facing the counter on the opposite side of the room, but I had such a great view of him. Rob was only wearing tight black boxer briefs, so I got the perfect view of his sculpted, marble like ass, and his broad, massive shoulders and back muscles. “Don’t tell me you’re drooling over my body again Danny,” uttered Rob as he shook me from my trance like state. “No…um…no…I’m just here to get some breakfast,” I responded as I panicked to find any sort of excuse. “Right, well, maybe when you pick your fat ass jaw off the floor, you can clean this place up, it’s starting to smell like shit,” said Rob as he turned around to fully reveal his god-like physique. Finally getting a good look at his chiseled abs, giant pecs, and his baseball sized biceps, I was at a complete loss for words. On one hand, my cock felt like it was ready to blow just from the sight of his body. Yet, at the same time, I just hated how he was treating me, expecting me to do everything even though he was the one always making the mess. What could I do anyways, even if I wanted to say something? With a body like that, Rob could kill me with one hand tied behind his back and not even break a sweat. I was powerless not only to the lust I had for him, but also in my ability to say no to anything he asked of me. “Well, bitch! Get to it,” yelled Rob in a demanding tone as he walked over to me, practically pushing all his muscle into my face. “Yes…yeah, of course Rob,” I practically whimpered to avoid one of his often-physical tempers. “That’s what I fucking thought fatty,” replied Rob as he headed back to his room, probably to take his usual afternoon nap. After that, I honestly didn’t know if I wanted to run back to my room to cry, or to masturbate. Either way, cleaning up the kitchen and living room would help get my mind off of what just happened, and prevent a potential beating in the long run. Later, when I was finished, I returned to my room as I had scheduled an online video game session with some friends. But, as I was booting up my computer, I noticed a weird pop up ad appear on my desktop. At first, I was weirded out because I assumed that these kinds of ads were really non-existent anymore. Plus, this ad looked like it belonged back on Windows XP. Yet, when I actually started to read what it said I was taken aback by how relevant it was to me. Basically, if I agreed, the pop up ad promised to turn me into a hot muscular guy that could have sex with anyone he wanted. After I finished laughing at how absurd it was, I decided to accept it, thinking that I really had nothing to lose. If there was any chance that I could get a body to match Rob’s, of course I would take it. As expected, nothing happened when I agreed to the pop up ad, I felt so ashamed that I had had such a moment of desperation. But, I had to get out of my own head, so I opened up Steam and got on Skype to get in touch with some friends. Tyler looked a lot like me, John was more of your stereotypical, kind of cute, skinny nerd, and Ashley was pretty attractive for a nerd but average by normal standards. Either way, they were my best friends, and if anyone could make me feel better it was them. “Hey, how’s everyone doing today,” said Ashley in her usual cheerful tone. “Not bad at all, but Danny looks a little pale,” responded John, who seemed genuinely worried about my health. “Yeah buddy, you don’t look too good,” commented Tyler after he finally got a good look at my image through the webcam. They were right though, ever since we started chatting I had been feeling pretty sick, and just sore all over. I actually started to sweat all over, unable to catch my breath or respond to their concerns for me. Then, it happened, I started to feel my gut push inward, my fats rolls practically disappearing under my shirt. My friends looked on in complete horror and shock as my body began to shake violently. It felt like my body was contracting and expanding at the same time, while I was stuck in the middle, unable to do anything to stop whatever was happening. Either way, despite how terribly painful the process was, I just knew that something amazing was happening right now. First, I began to notice that my sweat pants were getting tighter and tighter, to the point that I actually felt them ripping alongside my thighs. When I looked down I didn’t see my usual fat legs, but instead far more sculpted legs, legs that just weren’t mine. Almost instinctively I grabbed the sweat pants and managed to rip them off, revealing enormous tree trunk sized legs. I can’t imagine the looks on my friends’ faces, as my legs just looked like they were made of pure steel. Then, my chest started to inflate, eventually ripping my shirt open to reveal massive pecs. If I had to guess my man-boobs had transformed into at least a 50-inch chest of rock hard muscle. Looking back at the screen I saw that everyone just had their jaws wide open, while Ashley and John even looked like they were touching themselves. Next, we heard two consecutive bursts, which I soon realized were giant, sexy biceps ripping through my shirt that each practically looked like the size of a baseball. I couldn’t help but flex my new arms and pecs, this was just unbelievable, I actually looked fucking amazing. Finally pulling myself away from my new muscles, I began to feel my face, which I quickly realized was no longer my fat rounded face, but now came with a gorgeous, chiseled jaw-line. Then, I could feel my shirt ripping further as my thick shoulders, back, and neck muscles continued to grow, practically endlessly. The budding alpha in me just wanted to finish off my poor shirt, so I just ripped it clean off like tissue paper. When I did that I revealed six-pack abs, a hot v-cut, and hard obliques that looked like they were sculpted out of marble. I was getting so turned on by my unimaginable transformation, but the fun wasn’t over just yet. Not only could I feel my ass tightening and becoming rock hard, but I realized that my cock was growing to fill out my boxers and to match my new god-level physique. That’s when I heard someone start to moan, as despite how much I was enjoying my new body, it seemed like Ashley and John were having just as much fun watching my growth. Tyler just had no idea what to do, but Ashley and John were clearly masturbating, wishing that they were here to worship the body of a real man. Unable to control myself, and loving the attention, I began to flex all of my new muscles. I loved making my pecs bounce, rubbing each of my new abs, and doing some front double biceps, all while I realized that I had grown to be 6’1. I didn’t know if I should stare at my own reflection on my laptop screen, or to watch Ashley and John completely melt at the sight of my Greek god of a body. As Ashley started to scream and moan while she orgasmed, Tyler couldn’t handle it anymore and left, while John just kept going. Embarrassed at what she had done, Ashley left abruptly as well, as John began to shoot cum all over his screen. “Fuck, this is amazing, the power I have, I’m such a stud,” I said in my newly developed confident tone. “Oh god, I…just can’t deal with this right now…bye Danny…,” replied John as he quickly turned off his webcam. Wow, look at me, look at what I just did to my friends, I’m a god among men. I now have a body that can rival Rob’s, that can get me anything I could ever want. That’s when I noticed my steel pipe of a penis through my boxers, which had easily become 9 inches long, almost double what it was before. Fuck, was it thick and in need of some serious attention right now. Yet, first, I wanted Rob to see me, I wanted him to be horrified, to know that he wasn’t in charge anymore. As my massive rager calmed down I ran over to his room, barging in like I had nothing to lose. That’s when I saw him lying on the bed and realized this wasn’t just muscle growth, this was muscle theft. Rob had lost all his muscles, leaving a fat, shorter, wimpier body in its place. He was still fast asleep, not knowing that he had gone from a god to an ugly little piece of shit. This was amazing, whatever that ad was, it had given me Rob’s muscles, and I was prepared to have a lot of fun with them. Knowing Rob would wake up from his nap pretty soon, I decided to head to the living room to explore my body further. The thought of a scared and horrified Rob running into the living room to find me masturbating to my new hunky body was such a turn on. I went and sat on the couch, taking my time to rub every single one of my muscle fibers as I watched my reflection in the living room television. I just couldn’t believe it, I had zero fat on my body and looked like I belonged on the cover of some bodybuilding magazine. Each of my muscles just looked gigantic and perfectly sculpted, with a massive cock to boot. Just to piss off Rob even more I decided to stand up and take a selfie of my new body to send him. This assured that when he woke up he would come out to find me, hoping to figure out what was going on. Fuck, I’ve already become a cocky bastard, I was in love with how I looked in this picture, but honestly who wouldn’t be. That’s when I realized I couldn’t hold my desire back any longer and I pulled my boxer briefs down to let that monster breathe as I took the time to explore my unbelievably tight ass. Then, almost uncontrollably I began to jerk off with such force and power that the pleasure was simply unimaginable. I never wanted it to stop, my left hand rubbing all over my muscles, and my right hand giving my cock the stroke of a life time. I almost exploded when I heard a scream come from Rob’s room, but my new body had full control over my orgasms. When I finally saw a terrified Rob appear in the door way I let out load after load. I had never cum so much, it was all over my chest and abs, on the couch, on the coffee table, and even as far as the television. The craziest part was that my cock was only just getting started, god this body produced so much testosterone. “What the FUCK is going on here,” yelled out Rob as he watched the new man of the house finish off literally all over the living room. “The tables have turned and you still want to talk to me like that,” I responded as I got up from the couch and pushed my new, cum-covered muscles against him. “I…what…um…I just don’t get what’s going on,” said a worried and frightened Rob. “I’ll tell you what’s happening, things are going to fucking change around here wimp,” I chuckled as I flexed my 18-inch biceps right in his face. I had never felt like this in my entire life, I finally had power, real power. Either people would want me to fuck the shit out of them, or they’d be so afraid of what I might do in a fit of rage that they would do anything I asked. Yet, no matter what, my body gave me the ability to control people, making them putty in my hands. If this was even a fraction of how Rob felt, wow, he really was a mother fucking god in his prime. Now it was my turn though, and there was nothing Rob or anyone could do to stop me from having the time of my life. I’m the alpha now, I can fuck whoever I want and get whatever I want, whenever I want. Wow, even just thinking of everything I could do was already beginning to turn me on beyond my wildest imagination. “God, you must be so confused, unsure of what’s going to happen next,” I whispered to him, more arrogant than ever. “I just want my muscles back Danny, this isn’t fair, I worked so hard on them,” Rob replied practically on the brink of tears. Unable to stop myself from laughing at him, I uttered, “tough shit Rob, with the way you treated me, you deserve to be a fat, little wimp.” “I’m sorry Danny, I really am, I was a massive dick,” responded Rob, hoping to prevent me from beating him to a pulp. “Oh, fuck off Rob, you would never have said this if our roles were still reversed. Now, run back to your room, and bring me your gym membership and some workout clothes, I want to go test out my new strength,” I said as I began to flex my muscles in every pose I could imagine. It was amazing, without question, without talking back, Rob ran back to his room to look for the membership and to get me something to wear. On one hand, he didn’t need it anymore, but at the same time he knew who was truly in charge now. I could make the little bitch do anything, and he literally couldn’t do anything to stop me. Yet, now it was time for me to leave him to soak it all in, while I head to the gym to test out what this body can really do. Prior to this I wasn’t able to run for more than a minute or lift more than a 15-pound weight, but now, who fucking knows what I’m capable of doing. As I was still flexing and admiring my muscles, Rob returned with his membership card and clothes. Without saying anything I took them from him, barely fit the clothes over my muscles, and pushed him onto the nearby couch, using almost none of my strength. Rob was unable to say anything, scared that I might go further, but I simply started laughing and walked out of the apartment. I looked so sexy in this tight tank top and shorts, it was time to have some real fun while Rob probably stayed on the couch and cried. I just loved the looks that I got on my walk to the gym. Other guys seemed impressed, either they were looking up to me, or they were left horribly insecure over how their average, little bodies looked in comparison to my rock-hard muscles. At the same time, the girls just couldn’t take their eyes off of me, almost drooling at first sight. One woman in particular looked like she wanted me to ravage her right then and there on the side walk. Fuck, I had been turned into the perfect human male specimen. If I wasn’t headed to the gym I could literally pick out any person on the street and have my way with them. But, soon enough, I arrived at the gym, and although I knew where it was, this would be the first time in my life entering any gym. The best part though was that when I walked in, despite there being a lot of muscular guys, I was clearly the biggest and most ripped, by far. The second most muscular guy, who appeared to be one of the trainers there, was at max a half to two-thirds of my sexy build. He was wearing a super tight under armour compression shirt that hugged each and every one of his muscles like skin. His shorts weren’t fairing much better covering his massive legs, ultimately showing off one heck of a bulge. When I finally locked eyes with him he gave me one of those alpha male head nods, and I also saw that he was wearing a name tag labeled “David, Head Trainer.” I had no idea how to actually workout this beautiful body, but I know that I wanted to learn from the best here. So, I decided to get some water and sit on the nearby bench until he was finished with some ugly fat ass client. Luckily, he was finished in a few minutes, as the other guy couldn’t handle much, and eventually walked over to me, probably wondering what I was doing sitting over here. “Okay, you’re the biggest guy here, and you’re not working out? Anything I could do to help you,” questioned David in a sexy, yet curious tone. “Well, I’ve never actually worked out in my entire life,” I responded cockily, yet at the same time completely serious. But, looking me up and down a few times, it was clear that David wasn’t buying my story at all. Laughing to himself, David replied, “well I guess we can try out a few different exercises and techniques, if you’re up for it, newbie?” I chuckled and agreed, so we walked over together to the main portion of the gym. My guess is that he wanted to start me off with some cardio to get my blood pumping, so we stopped at the treadmill first. Not even sure what to start me on, David played around with the settings for a bit and set the machine to a level 5. For me, for my muscular physique, this was practically nothing at all. After a little while, I pushed the machine as high as it could go, to a 10, finally feeling it in my legs. My calves and thighs started to get veinier and veinier as I finally started to break a sweat. Eventually, David had to actually stop me, as after running for 30 minutes, a total of 5 miles, it didn’t seem like I was getting close to stopping at all. “Consistent 6 minute miles, barely sweating or getting tired, well, I guess let’s try something a little harder,” said David, beginning to see what my muscles were capable of doing. Next, hoping to kick it up a notch, we headed over to the weights section of the gym, specifically the weight bench. Here, he had me lie down as he started me off with 100 pounds of weight, which felt like I was practically lifting nothing. It was so easy that David, added 50 pounds, then another, and another, and then another. At 300 pounds, I was finally feeling it, I was like an alpha monster, lifting the weight up and down pretty regularly. I could tell that David was getting scared, as even he was unable to lift this this much. Then, seeing I could still take this much weight, David reluctantly added 50 more pounds, which finally got my muscles really pumping. My tank top was practically stretching as my pecs started to get an amazing pump, and I finally started to sweat a pretty decent amount. Both David and I actually lost count of how many bench presses I did but eventually I did stop to catch my breath and get a better look at my pumped pecs. “Fuck, man, that was absolutely incredible, I have never seen anyone lift that much weight so consistently,” blurred out David completely in shock. Hoping to impress him further I responded, “so is that all you have for me?” At this point I could feel my biceps and chest being pushed to their limits, but I was definitely ready for more. Walking me to the squat rack, and hoping to see more amazing feats of strength, David started me off with 200 pounds. But, after a little while, we eventually took the weight up to 410 pounds. By this point multiple people had stopped working out and were just staring at me in awe of the power I was capable of releasing from this god-like physique. I must have looked so ripped as my sweat glistened over each of my pumped-up muscles. You wouldn’t believe it, but with some help from David watching my back, I was able to take that weight up and down multiple times, getting so turned on that I was capable of such monster-level strength. Lastly, still unable to believe what he was watching, David took me to do some deadlifts, starting me off at an insane 300 pounds. Somehow keeping perfect form, which my body almost knew instinctively, we actually brought it all the way up to 520 pounds. After jumping from workout to workout, no breaks, for almost two hours, I was really feeling the strain on my body. Yet, at the same time, I loved every minute that I got to show how much of a real man I had truly become. Nonetheless, after some unimaginable weight lifting, pushing my body to its fucking limit, I finally put down the weights. If I really wanted to I could have kept going, but I didn’t want to overdo it during my first workout ever. “You my man, are a fucking legend,” said David as he patted me on the back, still unable to process what he had just seen. “To think that was the first time I did all of those exercises,” I replied, now joking with him more than ever. “Shut the fuck up dude,” responded David, laughing his ass off, “now get some well-deserved rest, you deserve it. After saying our good byes, I bought some sexy workout clothes that they were selling at the gym store and decided to take a shower in the locker room. I had such a good pump that I could just barely get my skin-tight shirt and pants off of me. You could tell that literally ever single guy was jealous of me in that room, as all of them just stared as I made my way to the showers. I must have then spent so much time in the shower, feeling up every corner of my sculpted physique, that by the time I got out there was no one in sight. As I finally got dressed and was about to get out of the locker room, David came in after it seemed like he had had his own intense work out. “Woah, hey man, I didn’t think anyone was still here, we don’t normally see many clients at this time on a Sunday,” said David, genuinely surprised to see me. “Yeah, I don’t know, I must have taken like an hour-long shower,” I responded, almost a little embarrassed that I was ogling myself for so long. Then, reaching to feel my hard-right nipple through my shirt, David replied in an almost hungry tone, “well how about we take some time to try something else.” David was one of the hottest guys that I had ever seen in my entire life, and he was begging to get a piece of my body. When I slowly licked my lips and nodded my head, he scrambled to get my shirt off and started to suck on the same right nipple, almost uncontrollably. His right hand was taking its time playing with each of my abs, while his left hand was exploring every crevice of my massive, wide back. A guy that once upon a time would never have given me the time of day wanted me now more than anything. Turned on beyond my wildest dreams, I grabbed the back of his shirt with both of my hands and just ripped it in half, the shreds falling to the ground. Then, I started to make out with David, as I began to rub my muscles against his. My dick was rock hard as each of my muscles felt the warmth and hardness of his. David was also clearly enjoying every minute of it as his penis, almost the size of mine, became fully erect as it rubbed up against mine. “God, I want to please you, I want you to use me,” uttered David in desperation. Despite being one of the manliest, most muscular guys I had seen in my life, David quickly, without question, got on his knees and pulled down my shorts. He clearly knew what he was doing as he took my massive cock into his mouth as he played with his own. I was in complete and utter ecstasy as David took most of my thick, meaty dick rapidly into his mouth, in and out, in and out. David was a hunk himself, but in this moment, he had become my bitch, ready to burst just from sucking me off. In no time, David actually started to cum all over the floor, with my cock following soon after. I completely filled his mouth and throat, with David eventually giving up on taking it all. That’s when I finished cumming all over him, covering his pecs, abs, and face, as he himself finished his load. David was breathing heavily, exhausted from sucking my dick, when we heard other people enter the gym. I quickly realized how embarrassed and scared of getting caught David was. He quickly cleaned himself off with the shreds of his old shirt and ran out of the locker room, not saying a word, but still hosting a semi-hard on. God, I was looking forward to coming back to this gym. After I finished putting my clothes on I ran back home to find Rob whimpering on his computer, desperate to find something that would give him his muscles back. Little did he know that karmic justice had taken his muscles away and given them to the last person he’d want to have them. Now, he looked just like the old me, fat, unattractive, and a little bitch. When he saw me walk in it was clear that he was still scared of what I might do to pay him back for everything he had done to me. There were honestly so many options, from beating the shit out of him, to forcing him to do anything I wanted. But, before I could say anything to him, we both heard a knock at the door. “Who is it,” I yelled as I looked Rob straight in the eyes. “Um, it’s me…John,” responded the person at the door, almost scared at what I might respond. Remembering how John had reacted to my growth earlier today, I was eager to see what fun I might be able to have with him. Although I had always been in love with Rob’s muscles, for the longest time I had had a crush on John’s personality and overall adorableness. Scared of rejection, I never tried anything, but seeing how in love he was with my muscles, and how eager I was to see what I could do with this body in the bedroom, I was ready for some action. That’s when I walked to the door, opened it, and right in front of John, I ripped my shirt off without any effort. With how gorgeous my muscles looked from the slight pump I still had, it was clear why John was completely taken aback by my incredible new body. With his jaw wide open, John was unable to get even the slightest word out, something that was kind of cute, as well as a massive turn on for me. “Are you okay,” I asked, clearly knowing the answer. “Wow…Danny…you look incredible,” John said as his little hard on started to grow under his shorts. Without saying a word, I grabbed John by his shirt and brought him into the living room. I winked at Rob, letting him know exactly what was about to happen. Rob was always bringing girls over to fuck their brains out, while I sat in the other room, unable to experience such ecstasy. It was time for Rob to listen to me for a change, maybe even get turned on from my pure testosterone completely dominating someone. Now that I was the alpha, he’d be forced to listen as I ravaged my own conquest. Thus, unable to control myself any longer, I continued with John into my bedroom. After closing the door, we didn’t even make it to the bed as John’s hands began to wander around my body and we both fell onto the ground. I laid back, with my hands behind my head, as John quickly took off my shorts and started rubbing my thick, juicy thighs. John was so hungry for my muscles, ready to worship every single one of them. After he finished rubbing my legs he moved on to licking my abs and obliques. His licking and sucking was wild, practically making him seem like some sort of feral animal. Then, while continuing to rub my abs with his hands, he began to lick the crack between my pecs, something that just drove me crazy. As he moved on to sucking my left nipple, with one hand I grabbed his shirt and jeans from his waist and ripped them to shreds. He was so turned on by that effortless feat of strength that his sucking only intensified as he began to rub his cock against mine. That’s when I grabbed his cute, perky ass tightly, and brought him closer to my giant muscles. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” John managed to utter as he moved to lick and suck my left bicep while rubbing the other one. “You love these muscles don’t you,” I said as I started to moan slightly. “Yes, Danny, yes…you’re a sex machine…a god among men, a total stud…I can’t…I can’t control myself,” replied John as he started moan loudly, unable to stop himself from cumming in his briefs. Just like I would have been yesterday, John was so embarrassed, but still incredibly turned on. Trying to hold back my laughter, I responded, “don’t worry about it, with me around you’re bound to want to cum again pretty soon.” That’s when I brought him in even tighter, my muscles completely dominating his little body. I could already feel him getting hard again as I removed his cum soaked underwear and started to massage his tight hole. John had just finished cumming but he was already moaning again as I started to nibble on his neck as I stuck a finger in his ass. By this point I was rock hard, but still not ready to cum just yet. I was so turned on by the pleasure that my body brought to John that first I wanted to see him cum again and again. When I finally saw that he was rock hard again, I sat him down on my abs, placing his little cock right in between my pecs. Then, I began to move, harden, and bounce my pecs, massaging his dick in between them. This drove John completely insane as he began to moan and scream in pleasure. His little cock fit perfectly in between my pecs, at points, completely consumed by them. Even he started to move his cock back and forth, practically fucking my chest, hoping to get the most pleasure possible. In little to no time, John was getting ready to cum again, so I brought him closer and stuck his dick in my mouth. Almost instinctively, at a masterful level, my sucking brought John right to the brink, eventually giving him an intense orgasm. His little body began to shake violently, with him screaming my name, so I had to make sure to hold him in place. His cum began to stream into my mouth, which I was easily able to hold and swallow. I could tell that John was already becoming exhausted, but this sex session was just getting started. I got up and laid his frail body on the floor as I took my boxer briefs off. John was in complete awe from the reveal of my giant, thick cock, almost enough to reinvigorate him. Then, I laid my muscles and cock on his body, making sure not to crush him. “God, Danny, I’ve never felt such pleasure in my entire life…and that cock…god that cock…take me Danny…take me please,” begged John as he frantically rubbed his skinny wimpy body against mine. Happy to oblige, I brought John closer, slipping a third of my penis into his ass. Just this much was enough to drive him absolutely insane as he started to moan and scream louder than ever. I could only imagine how this all sounded to Rob, something that turned me on even more. Then, as I could feel his ass really stretching, I slipped another third in, beginning to lightly fuck him while on my knees. Next, being careful not to break the little wimp, I stuck the rest of my cock into him. Little by little, I started to fuck him harder, something that was already making John’s cock stand up again as it rubbed against my abs. “FUCK Danny, Jesus…this is amazing…ohhh…I’m already CLOSE,” John managed to say as he moaned louder and louder. “Let’s have some real fun then,” I said with the biggest cocky smirk on my face. Grabbing John tightly I stood up carrying him, with my dick still deep in his ass. John was losing it, unable to understand how I was able to hold him up like this while fucking the shit out of him. In reality, John’s skinny body weighed like nothing compared to what I had done earlier. Then, I started to fuck him with around 50% of my strength, enough to completely destroy John. My fucking was so intense, John looked like a glorified sex toy. To stop John from moving around from so much pleasure and ecstasy, I eventually decided to hold him up against the wall. Despite not using all of my strength, my fucking was enough to actually make a dent in the wall. I kid you not, we could both hear the wall starting to crack, although I think John was so lost in his pleasure at this point that he had no idea about it. That was when pleasure really kicked in for me. I was so powerful, it was such a turn on, I was getting close. Harder and harder, faster and faster, my body knew exactly how to pleasure the both of us. Then, John actually started to cum, which dripped over my abs. You could tell that is body was starting run out of cum, but he was actually experiencing even more pleasure than before. After a few more minutes my dick finally had enough and I began to cum inside of John’s ass. He was so tight, it felt so good, god, I really was a sex machine, an alpha male, crafted for sex and pleasure. As I continued to cum it began to drip out of his ass, dripping all over the floor. By the time I finally stopped I noticed that John had gone completely limp in my arms. He was still conscious but it looked like he couldn’t take anymore, while my body barely felt anything. As I lifted him off of my dick, letting out more cum, I sat him down on the floor, leaning him against the broken wall, and then I sat on the bed, admiring my work. I had done that, I had brought John to the brink of exhaustion with the pleasure I was able to give him. After a few minutes, I noticed that John still had some life in him. He was unable to say anything, but he managed to get up and sit on my lap, with his hands making their way around my muscles again. Fuck, the little guy was running on pure pleasure at this point, something that I was fully prepared to take advantage of. Ready to go again, I started to make out with him as I slid my semi into his ass. John managed to let out some soft moans as I lifted him up and down as I held him from his ass. Now sitting down, and slightly losing the ability to control myself, I started to fuck him too, altogether using about 75% of my strength. No joke, with how much John was moaning, screaming, and shaking, I was scared I was going to break him like I did that wall. But, since John wasn’t complaining, I kept going, deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder. This was real pleasure, pleasure that only gods like me ever got the privilege of feeling or giving out. Pleasure that Rob would never have again. John was my toy, for me to use, for me to destroy, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Thinking about myself and the pleasure my cock was experiencing was enough to bring me to my second orgasm, somehow more powerful than the last. Even John was orgasming, although at this point little to nothing was actually coming out of his puny, tiny dick. My body was made for pleasure, and the amount of cum that just kept coming and coming, you wouldn’t believe it even if you saw it. Yet, I wasn’t done yet, now I needed the pleasure, I was consumed by it. John with what little strength he had left continued to rub my muscles and even started to suck on my pecs again. This was enough to get me going again, somehow, and I laid him on the bed, ready to truly fuck his brains out. With his ass getting more and more stretched, I was able to easily ram my dick into his ass, fucking him at my full strength. John began to scream as his dick started to grow hard again. This was the greatest pleasure my dick had felt in my entire life. The bed was shaking violently, hitting and cracking the wall. I was fucking at an uncontrollable speed, truly becoming an animal dominating his prey. Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, John’s ass was truly and utterly my play thing. I honestly don’t remember how long the pleasure lasted, I almost felt like I blacked out during parts of it. I was a sex machine made to fuck, dominate, destroy, and experience the greatest pleasure that any human ever could. Later, I felt that I was getting close so I pulled out of John’s ass and finished myself off. More cum then ever shot out of my cock, streams and streams falling all over John’s small body. He was practically swimming in it, eventually trying to lick it off of himself and the bed. God, I had destroyed John, look at him, he was nothing but pleasure at this point. Eventually, I managed to finish, finally feeling a little tired after all that intense sex. With the wall and bed broken, cum all over the bed, floor, and wall, and John laying there completely limp, I still couldn’t believe what I had just been capable of doing. The craziest part of it all was that I could still keep going. I could fuck John’s brain out all night long, but I wasn’t sure if he could handle any more. How sad... Whatever nice guy still existed in me thought it might be good to take him to the shower to clean all the cum and sweat off of us. I picked John up with ease and we walked into my bathroom. I sat him on the shower floor and then turned on the water. The cold water was enough to wake John, who awoke to the sight of my giant, ripped body standing over him in the shower. I can only imagine what thoughts were going through his head when he saw such a beautiful sight. Then, before I could even grab some soap, I noticed that he had gotten on his knees and had started to massage my cock. “Wow you’re still going, I could have sworn you were spent,” I chuckled, genuinely surprised that he had managed to get up. “God, I can’t help it Danny, look at you,” John responded as he began to put the head of my cock into his mouth. Somehow my monster cock was always ready for action, with little to no refractory period. That’s when I grabbed his head and began to fuck his little mouth. Although tears began to stream down his cheeks, and he was having trouble breathing, John was starting to get hard, enjoying every minute of this skull fucking. I loved fucking his little mouth, in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, somehow, he was able to take it all. I held him tight while also using all of my strength to fuck him. A part of me was scared of braking his jaw, or hurting him in general, but at the same time, I didn’t care. Look at the pleasure I could create, I’m the alpha, I can do what I want. Yet, eventually I noticed that John was actually starting to pass out, I don’t know how he was still sucking. How much he wanted to worship my body was enough to finally bring me over the edge. Even John began to shake and orgasm, although this time nothing came out from his dick at all. I was covering him in cum faster than the water could take it off of him, fuck was it a sight to see. This time though, John definitely passed out, unable to take it any longer. God, I had actually used someone up completely, bringing them to at least four or five orgasms. This was incredible, I could even still keep going if John was up for it, but looking at him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept for a whole day. So, I decided to clean the both of us, turn the shower off, towel off, and place him in bed. With the combination of the water glistening over my muscles, and the fucking that was practically a workout giving me an incredible pump, I really looked like a god, I was a god. John looked so adorable sleeping in my bed, probably having one of the best night sleeps he’s had in god knows how long. Yet, I was personally getting hungry, and thought it would be fun to go out into the living room and check on how Rob was doing. Still in my towel, I walked out into the living to find Rob quickly covering himself with a nearby blanket. He seemed horrified to see me in the door way, but this time I wasn’t sure if it was because he was scared about what I might have planned for him, or just because of how mother fucking sexy as I looked. Either way, it was time to have some fun with him. “What are you hiding under that blanket,” I demanded know. “Um, nothing…um, I was just cold,” responded Rob, obviously lying. “Want to try again,” I said while I crackled my knuckles and looked at him angrily. “Fine, I’m not gay, but fuck that was so hot. Listening to how intensely you were ripping apart that dork, it was such a turn on to me,” replied Rob as he took off the blanket to reveal a wet spot in his shorts. I couldn’t believe it, the guy I had been afraid of for years, the guy I wish would have fucked the shit out of him endlessly, this very man, he had cum listening to me have sex. I was no longer jealous of him, far from it, I felt kind of sad for him. Rob had been reduced to exactly the pitiful state I was in yesterday. Yet, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself too, this was more than I ever could have dreamt of, both of us getting exactly what we deserved all along. Then, just for the shits and giggles, I went up to Rob and picked him up from his shirt collar. “No, please, don’t hurt me, I’m sorry,” begged Rob unlike I had ever heard him before. Hearing him beg me to stop was such a turn on, so much so that I accidentally ripped his shirt, not paying attention to how much strength I was using. He fell back on the couch and I punched him right in his big, fat stomach with less than a quarter of my strength. Either way, this was enough to make him cry out in pain. That’s when I noticed, in all of the excitement, that my towel had fallen off to reveal my fully erect penis. Although Rob was in incredible pain, he couldn’t stop staring at it, and the muscular body that was it was attached to. “Fuck Rob, maybe you are gay after all,” I said arrogantly while I winked at him sexily. “No, I’m not…no…,” replied Rob, still incredibly interested in my naked body. “Oh, come on, how do you know for sure if you’ve never ever tried it,” I responded as I got up right in front of his face. But, before Rob could get his mouth around my cock, I slapped him in the face with it. Then, I grabbed his face, and nodded back and forth, as I went into the kitchen, grabbed an old sandwich from the fridge, and went back to my room. From my room, I could hear Rob begin to frantically masturbate to what he had just seen, god what a fucking loser. With guys like John and David, fat, ugly Rob wasn’t worth a bit of my time, plus it was his turn to know how it felt to want someone and not have a shred of a chance with them. Then, I just sat back in bed next to poor little John, eating my sandwich, thinking about all the fun I was going to have. I was especially excited for summer, fuck was this god in for the time of his life. You should especially hear about what happened at my family's annual water park retreat. But, that is a story for another time…
  15. MaxMann

    GHMI

    Hi, guys. So I'm ready to start another month of brand new stories, and this one is based on one of my favorite morph websites, Gigantic Huge Meat. I've taken a character he's created and made a full length story based on his creation. And the lucky man being grown is based on a fan who's done his own homage to a series I've written before. See if you can guess who it is. Have fun, men! GHMI "So...what brings you to GHMI today?" Drake Wilson stared at Peter Chaos in awe as he played with the business card. He'd heard stories about a hypermasculine man with the ability to make men grow, but until he encountered a mega on the subway two weeks ago he thought it was someone's overimaginative fantasy. On that crowded train, he found himself pressed against a stunningly handsome man with muscles bigger than he'd ever seen, and a crotch that looked stuffed with a frozen turkey. His eyes grew wide as his cock grew hard. And when the stranger looked at him with his bright blue eyes and said, "You want this, don't you?", the strongest orgasm he'd ever experienced left him weak and wet. The man smiled and said, "I thought so. I can tell when I've met a wannabe. Do you want to be a mega or a giga?" Drake just gulped and said, "A what?" The man took the card out of his wallet. "Call him. Tell him Bjorn wants you to join him." He couldn't forget that encounter. It filled his lustful dreams each night. He started searching the Internet for more info about Bjorn and others like him. The images seemed unbelievable. That much muscle...that much cock. If he hadn't met Bjorn, he would think a talented morpher had created these men out of his delightfully twisted mind. But then he saw another while buying groceries, and a third in the street being pawed by a group of men as he passed by them. To paraphrase from a famous sitcom, these men were real and they were spectacular. And Drake wanted to be just like them. But how could this be possible? How many years could it take to become like the beautiful behemoths he was seeing? He called the number on the card, and when Peter's deep, hypnotic voice told him that after one two-hour session with him he will understand, he thought what could it hurt. He called in to work to take a personal day off, and bought some 4XL clothes per Peter's suggestion. He wondered if he was making a mistake as he said, "Bjorn wants me to join him." Peter smiled knowingly. "He's one of our best. He's never been wrong at spotting potential. And I can see why he chose you. I see it too. The real you that wants to be unleashed, unrestrained. And I will help you, though you should be aware of the price." "I know about the money, and I'm glad there's a payment plan..." "I'm talking about your privacy, your former life. It will all be gone when you leave here. Nothing's the same once you've gone mega...and I have a feeling you'll be wanting giga status soon after that." Peter handed him some waivers to sign stating Drake underwent the process voluntarily and that any images and recordings are property of GHMI...the Gigantic Huge Meat Institute. "Is this going to be part of some porn site?" Peter laughed. "I can assure you this isn't mere porn. This is a scientific endeavor, but we don't wear lab coats...or anything else for that matter." He stood. Drake gulped. "Holy fuck," he thought, "what comes after giga?" Peter's size overwhelmed his senses. He had to be at least seven feet tall, six-hundred pounds...and his mound looked the size of the ball his coworker sat on at his desk. "Our appointment will continue upstairs. There'll be enough room for the two of us there. Let's go." Peter turned and Drake nearly fainted at the sight of his buttocks. He had always loved men's asses, but the perfect roundness of Peter's shelflike globes... "Are you going to just sit there and drool? You'll have enough time for this upstairs." Peter smacked his ass with enough force to create a shockwave, and it jiggled deliciously. Drake and Peter got into the elevator and ascended to the top floor. When the door opened, Drake stepped into a vast, empty space. Other than support beams, there were no walls except for the exterior, and the ceiling had to be twenty feet high. "Welcome to the laboratory," Peter said. But there were no tables with chemicals, no Tesla coils...just nothing. "I'm...I'm a little confused." Drake circled around. "Where is everything?" Peter walked up to him and touched his forehead gently. "Everything...is here. I suggest you start undressing. Or would you prefer to watch your clothes ripping away from your muscles? Some of our clients enjoyed that." Peter began stripping nonchalantly. "What do you mean...here?" "I'm sure you've heard about people possessing a sixth sense. Some talk to the dead, some can see the future. And others...can absorb the energy of the universe." Drake shook his head. "What?!" "Some...like me...and you...can feel the energy of the earth around them, and use it to become their ultimate selves. You may not have realized it, but you have this gift. You just need to know how to unwrap your present." And Peter removed the last bits of his clothing. Drake's eyes rolled back as his cock spasmed in his jeans. He screamed in painful ecstasy as he fell to his knees, his balls emptying what felt like gallons of jizz. Peter smirked. "In a few hours, you're gonna have men creaming their pants the same way. Now let's get started." Drake carefully took his clothes off, laying them in a pile. He covered his cold, wet groin with his hands. "I'm sorry, I can't compare with...that!" Peter looked down at his limp, leg-thick dong that reached his ankles. "Few do." He waddled over and put his hands on Drake's head, placing his thumbs and fingers in a specific pattern. He began applying gentle pressure, kneading the young man's skull. "Do you feel that? My energy is transferring into your brain. Every cell, every synapse is reacting. It is responding. It is opening." Drake wasn't sure just what he was feeling, but he put his trust in the stud. After a few minutes, Peter placed his hands on the back of Drake's head and kissed him. Drake's penis jolted upright, but this time didn't erupt. Instead it throbbed upward...one inch...then another...then another. Peter broke from the kiss, looked down, and said, "What do you think?" Drake gasped. This couldn't be possible! One kiss, and his cock doubled in size. What was once an average six incher had inflated to over a foot of cock, and its thickness swelled outward. He stammered, "Hah...how...how?" "This is the appetizer. Now comes the main course." He grabbed Drake's chest. "Grow." Peter had trained his voice so the right decibel level would cause every male brain to respond to his command. Drake's pecs began to rise under Peter's hands. Drake watched in awe as they inflated with power. He could see striations of muscle under the thinning skin. He watched them become defined, the cleavage growing deeper and narrower as they pushed together with increasing size. Peter moved his hands to the shoulders. "Grow." Higher, rounder, wider they expanded until they resembled two bowling balls. "Make a bicep." Drake obeyed, his mind swimming with images of the men he'd fantasized about, but now they had his face. "Grow." Peter's hands, which had covered the entire bicep, soon were lifted higher by the rising mound of muscle. He put them under and caresses the triceps. "Grow" The weight of the meaty muscle soon had Drake's upper arms as thick as overpumped basketballs. "Grow" Easter ham forearms. "Grow" A back that looked as wide as a hang glider. "Grow." Calves thicker than Drake's thighs were, and his new thighs so immense and mighty they resembled young redwood trees. With every intonation, Drake's body parts responded to Peter's demand. Peter made sure each muscle had not been overlooked, even on Drake's face. He saved Drake's ass for last, paying close attention to its growth. He put his muscled tongue to the hole and with a few flicks even that grew stronger. Drake was gleaming with sweat. He was unsure if he had reached his threshold. He felt a strange weightlessness, as though he was floating, until he realized he was being lifted off the ground. He looked down and saw the biggest cock between his legs. But it wasn't his. Peter was lifting the newly grown stud with his brobdingnagian manhood. Drake fell forward and grabbed it with both arms. His eyes widened as he realized he couldn't wrap them around, and his entire body was upon it but the head of that penis was still a couple of feet away. He realized why they had to come upstairs, as no room downstairs could accommodate the titanic cock. Peter flexed his cock, and Drake slid down as copious amounts of pre-cum ran down the slickening shaft. Reaching the base, Drake tried to get off it, but Peter laid him out face up like a dinner roast upon his banquet table-length schlong. "Now for the dessert." Peter grabbed Drake's penis, bent forward, and put it to his lips. "Grow." He slipped the cock into his mouth and began sucking. Drake watched Peter's lips and jaw stretch as his cock grew inches longer and wider with each minute. Peter reached up to play with the nipples he'd grown to coaster size. Drake grabbed the back of Peter's head and began face-fucking him with his expanding dong. Peter soon took his mouth off of what was now over two feet of heavy manhood. He licked Drake's balls, which swelled like water balloons. He got on all fours and said forcefully, "Fuck me now, you growing stud. Become the mega you were meant to be." Drake grabbed his fuck meat, licking the cockhead with ease, then slid it inside. Although he'd always been a bottom, he took to topping naturally. So much so that, after five minutes, he twisted Peter around so he could see the face of his grower as he continued pounding him. He grabbed Peter's hands and put them on his head. "Grow me!" Peter massaged his fingers into Drake's scalp. "Yeah, that's right, make me big, make me a fuckin' mega!" Drake's entire body swelled, and he felt his cock reach its breaking point. He pulled out what was now over a yard of calf-thick cock, and began spraying Peter with thick, milky seed. Peter's own godhood began its eruption, and jets of jizz splattered the walls twenty feet away. Minutes later, the two men made their way to another floor where a shower was waiting for them. They soaped each other's bodies and kissed sweetly. Drake saw his new form for the first time in the bathroom mirror. He flexed like he'd been bodybuilding his whole life. Peter watched the butterfly emerge from the cocoon, and what a beauty he was. Drake tried putting on the new clothes, and each of them had a good laugh as they saw how tight the tees were. Peter taught him how to stuff his knee-length dong and melon-sized balls into his pants. "Now, remember, have some fun with your new body, and when you're ready to become a giga call me. We'll set aside the whole day. Oh, I've got one more surprise for you." "What else could you have for me? You just grew me into the stud I'd dreamed of being." Peter opened the office door, and a familiar face looked at the new Drake. "Hello, Bjorn. I believe you invited him to join us." "That I did, and the results are amazing as usual." He kissed the newly grown stud lustfully. "What's your name?" "Drake...you're going to be saying it a lot when I'm fucking you." And as the two megas walked out, Peter answered his ringing office phone. "Thank you for calling GHMI. This is Peter. How may I grow you?"
  16. The Cult of the Muscle Beast Maximilian the Muscular was a fucking monster! As the appellation so suggested, that musclebound beast of a man boasted a physique so superhumanly developed literally no one could compare – mightily shouldered and broad of chest, with a massive corded neck tapering down to powerfully muscular arms. His huge pecs, so heavy with muscle as to forever challenge the shirts he donned, bulged out like a pair of meaty slabs that betrayed the dark kiss of those perfect, perky nipples. Given that he was also the greatest sportsman on campus, it should come to no surprise that that drop-dead gorgeous hulk of a man kept a grizzled shadow across his hard, angular jaw and upon his head wore a crown of dark, close-chopped hair. His lips, full and kissable, always looked poised to coil into a knowing smirk, as if he knew something you did not. But most striking of all, his brow was strong, prominent, and his eyes a volcanic blue that smouldered with a fiery intellect belying his imposing stature. Though I've admittedly never seen it myself, there was just something about him that made me know, deep down to my core, that he also sported what surely was the most gigantic of cocks. Perhaps it was how his massive body brimmed with a confidence only the most generously endowed could exude, or maybe it was how he was always sported a colossal bulge where his crotch should be. Well, whatever it was, I personally believed it was because his purchases of posing trunks (and heaven forbid, posing thongs) always came with pouches a good two sizes larger than what the university's gym usually sold. I had accidentally received and opened a package meant for him once. No regrets! Predictably that, coupled with the smattering of times I bore witness to his shirtless, pumped-out-of-his-mind body, soon left me helpless to keep him from dominating my dreams and desires. Whenever I masturbated, I would imagine him there, overcome with the rut and bursting his clothes apart as he flexed those gargantuan muscles for my viewing pleasure. His heaving, roiling chest muscles would bear down on me, but I would not see them, for I would be pulling the waistband of his trunks away with my teeth, woefully unable to look at anything else bar the colossal cock hanging between the pylons he called his thighs. My orgasms came quickly these days, sometimes too quickly, no matter how much I tried to remain on the edge. That was expected, though still I yearned for him to one day bare his incredible body to me, for him to sweep me off my feet and use me like the wobbly-kneed slut for muscle that I was, for him to drill his herculean penis through my hungry hole until I screamed myself hoarse and then pass out from the sheer lack of blood in my brain. Deep down though, I knew even that would not be enough. All my life, since before my balls even dropped I had been so fascinated with the mighty and the muscular. Puberty saw that fascination turn to a powerful obsession that had dominated my life since. So many dreams, all of them involving me exploding out of my clothes and morphing into an unstoppable juggernaut of unbridled muscle and cock! Maximilian was literally the wettest of my dreams made manifest, and I could no longer differentiate where my lust to be with him ended, and where my desire to be him began. Almost two years would pass, two since since Maximilian first muscled his way into my life, before I had the chance to find out. The unseen hand of Fate itself had machinated from the shadows, converging our paths through life until we were dead set on an irreversible collision that would change our lives forever. Like so many of my impoverished contemporaries, I had been pressed into picking up a job on the side to help pay my tuition fees. Unlike so many of my impoverished contemporaries, who were earning minimum wage waiting tables and serving coffee, I chose the more lucrative options offered by the university's underground sex industry. I had (just) enough muscle for it after all, but what I sorely lacked in brawn I more than made up for with the overgrown titans growing between my legs. No, I'm not talking about some colossal cock I could break jaws with. Rather, I owned what might have been the largest balls ever to grace The Glory Hole, each the size of a large kiwi and about twice as heavy. Come to think they, and the crowd of brawny, shirtless jocks in the waiting room, had been the reason for the standing ovation I received at my audition. I had simply stepped forward, dropped my pants, and then proceeded to blow not one, not two, but five separate loads at the slack-jawed judges in the thirteen minutes it took to empty my factories. Anyway, working at The Glory Hole had its perks, no doubt about that. For starters, I – Branson 'the Blaster' von Brandy – always ended my nights with a speedo chock full of dollar bills and phone numbers. The managers even had to ban me from showing up to 'Hardbody Heats', where they fielded some of the biggest, buffest dancers and had everyone else mingle with the crowd. Having a relatively scrawny thing like myself hog all the attention wasn't good for business, they said. None of that was important now. You're probably wondering why I'm here, just bragging about what my bulging balls have done for me, and what that has to do with Maximilian and I. Well, you're about to find out, but trust me when I say The Glory Hole played an integral part in the great game of Fate. I was backstage, freshly showered and finally free from the lecherous touches of the club's target demographic. It was here that my stage manager – a slimy man whose name I never really remembered – came barrelling in. The sheer ferocity with which he shoved down the door nearly caused me to drop the bowel of ramen I carried with me. There was only one thing that could have gotten him so riled. “Branson!” he exclaimed, brandishing his phone, “I got you a gig!” “No!” I had cried, waving him away with my bowl, “My shift is up, I'm eating and then going!” “No dude, trust me on this one!” he replied, bowling over several jocks as he slithered over to me, “You have to take this one, you must!” “I don't care if he's going to pay double my rate,” I proclaimed, before flopping into a nearby beanbag chair and taking in a huge slurp of noodles, “Nuts, I'm not going to accept even if the client's Maximilian the Muscular himself!” “Funny you should mention that,” he offered, “Because your special client tonight is, in fact, Maximilian.” I vaguely recalled smashing the door to smithereens on my way out, my bowl of ramen all but forgotten as I bolted for the stairwell and made for my destiny. That manager of mine was yelling after me, something about not having told me the room yet, but I didn't pay him any mind. Maximilian! Maximilian the Muscular! The biggest, hottest, most muscular jock on campus wanted my ass and or dick! Oh my god oh my god! After accidentally disrupting the sexual escapades of several customers, I finally found Maximilian within the club's presidential suite. Or rather, I smelled him in there. I had just passed by the grand double doors when I was immediately assailed by a torrid concoction of musk, muscle, and man! I had kicked the doors open in my frenzy and then nearly creamed myself at the sight before me. Maximilian was there, the sheer size of his monstrous muscles eclipsing the dozens of snoozing bodybuilders that surrounded him. They were all naked, belly-down, their buttocks smeared with cum and their gaping assholes overflowing with creamy seed. Curiously, unlike his recent victims, my new favourite customer was (like me!) freshly showered and (unlike me) fully clothed, albeit in a too-tight polo shirt and even tighter jeans that blatantly flaunted his very ample manhood. I'll admit just having him look my way was drowning me in insecurity. Suddenly I had found myself acutely aware of my near-nakedness, garbed in nothing more than the skimpy black trunks, one size too small, that served as the de factor uniform here in The Glory Hole. “You're here,” rumbled the beast on the bed, his voice rich like dark mahogany, “At last.” One mightily muscled arm rose and beckoned me over. Hapless to resist his immense brawn, I wobbled over to where my muscle god sat, trembling as he cupped my cheek with a hand made for strangling lions. I couldn't believe it, not only was it so warm and strong, but calloused and hard from curling what must have been the heaviest dumbbells the campus gyms could offer. I wanted to think my reaction pleased him, because when my knees gave way he grabbed me by the waist and then pulled me in so he could crush his face against mine. His touch was beyond electrifying, beyond imagining, and when his tongue delved so deep down my throat I soon found myself squealing in delight! When I finally got to breathe again, it was with Maximilian's monstrous muscles pressing me into the bed. He was on top of me now, still clothed, still fresh-smelling, his incredible form slowly gyrating and causing my mega-balls to swell with more and more juice. I knew what he wanted, I knew what they all wanted, my signature moves always ended with the most epic of facials – the sort that left your face drenched and dripping down to your neck and chest. He didn't need to tell me anything. I knew, oh god I knew but deep down all I wanted now was to molest this massive muscleman with all of my body. He had already taken the strength from my arms – a planned move if I didn't know better – so as to prevent me from tearing those offensive clothes off his rippling, bulging muscles. Almost an hour of wild frenching elapsed before he finally released my face. I was quivering now, every cell in my body pulsing with sexual energy after what Maximilian had put me through. He was still there, surveying his handiwork with electric-blue oculars, the biggest, smuggest grin on the planet carving his face asunder. “Hmm,” he hummed, the lowness of that baritone drawing another squeak from my addled body, “Do you work out?” And then both hands were upon me, engulfing my arms in an admittedly gratifying feel over. There was something about his touch, something thrilling, that was leaving me so weak in the knees I thanked the stars for the bed I now laid on. “Ooh... my!” he purred, his voice gentle as a volcano poised to erupt, “You do.” Maximilian's face was so close to mine the heat of his breath crested over the contours of my face. “I love it when my twinks know how to lift,” breathed my new god, his voice dripping with sex, “Tell me, are you the hopeless slut for muscle that I think you are?” Unable to take my eyes from his shimmering visage, I nodded my affirmative. “Are you lusting for me to choke you with this hulking biceps of mine until you pass out in bliss?” I nodded again. Then, with one finger, Maximilian all but split my trunks clean open, exposing my raging erection for all to see. “Will you squeal with pleasure if I put your puny cock on my chest and then crushed the juice out of them with these monster pecs of mine? “O-Oh god,” I peeped, really shaking now, “Yes, please god y-yes!” “That's a good twink,” purred Maximilian, that massive shit-eating grin reaching all the way to his ears, “You're going to shove your cock into my face now, and you're going to spray so much cum in my face I should be able to drown myself in it.” One powerful paw seized my cock like a vice, wrenching an ecstatic moan from my lips, and then dragged me all the way to the foot of the bed. Maximilian fell to his knees and aimed my cock at his hungry mouth. No sooner did he breathe on it did my prostate finally give way. I was wailing now, thrashing on the bed and pumping my crotch in his iron grip. So much cum! oh gods I was cumming so much! Maximilian was lashing at my cockhead with his long, oh-so-long tongue! So much was coming out, shooting, spraying out of my pulsing hole! Fuck! Oh my god! And he was catching it all! Lathering my sperm all over his face, his lips! Squirt! Splat! My juices were running down his rugged features, dribbling down his grizzled chin and on to his polo. Oh crap he was using his mouth now! Oh gods! What a blow, what a fucking blow! My god! So hot, those lips so firm, almost sizzling! I could feel every bud on his tongue stroking my shaft and milking my dick for all it was worth! I must have cum for a whole minute! Sweet balls of juice that was more exhilarating than anyone who had ever blown me! I absolutely had to see how much gunk I had showered him with, so I propped myself off the bed for a better look. Maximilian had... frozen somehow, as if in shock. It did not suit him, that knowing smirk was gone, replaced by an expression that constantly flickered between surprise and arousal. It was painfully obvious, to me at least, that something dramatic was going on. His shoulders were rising and falling, tandem with his huge chest, his breathing deeper than when he was savaging my face. “FUCK!” he suddenly cried, before falling backward and grabbing a hold of his crotch, “OH FUCK! OH FUUUCK!” I watched his massive body hit the ground, the telltale jerking of a powerful orgasm rocking his hips and causing him to arch his great back. His jeans were too tight, there was no way his hands were going to free his spasming cock anytime soon. He must have noticed this, for he soon abandoned that endeavour and just basked in the pleasure. Fuck! His member was so frigging big it had pitched a veritable circus tent in his jeans, so much cum shooting through the zipper I thought I was going to cum again just from watching him. This monster was really going for it! If I thought my orgasm had been epic, then nothing could have prepared me for Maximilian. His juices had literally soaked through the front of his pants and pooled between his legs! I left him there for a little bit, content with watching his huge muscles bucking and twitching between pants. But he got up soon enough, more energised than ever and positively beaming. “Holy fuck that was exhilarating!” he exclaimed, that long tongue slathering his cum-soaked lips with more drool, “I'm not sure what came over me but it was as if your cum gave me a shot of pure testosterone!” “H-Has t-this...” I stammered, “H-Has this h-happened before?” “Fuck no!” he rumbled, palming his still rigid dick, “I'm either super pumped up or enjoying this more than I thought I would!” He was already eyeballing my swollen cock, a renewed hunger blazing behind his volcanic blues. “Give me another load!” commanded my muscle god, “Now!” I came must faster this time, not five minutes after Maximilian smashed his cum-soaked face into my crotch and pulled my legs over his shoulders. There was barely any foreplay this time, those fuckable lips had sucked in all six inches of cock and both my balls! This time the heat of his mouth was magical, as was his tongue, even more so than ever before! And when my orgasm finally came, Maximilian gulped down every drop without choking. His eyes grew wide. “OOH YES!” was his rapturous bellow, quickly followed by a loud BANG as the zipper of his jeans broke before an avalanche of flesh rocketing to freedom and shooting cum everywhere. The big man wasted no time leaping to his feet and striking one of the most spectacular double-biceps poses I had yet seen. His arms were so powerfully muscular just pumping his giant guns was pulling the hem of his shirt way up, revealing the beginnings of what I knew to be a really hairy, really chiselled abdominal wall. He was looking a lot, and I mean a lot, more pumped than he had been a few minutes ago. Not that I cared of course, at least not with the biggest fucking cock on the planet exploding like a loose cannon before my wide, disbelieving eyes. Holy balls, how much fucking cock was there! There was more than a foot, more than twelve fucking inches of man growing from Maximilian's crotch! I had no doubt in my mind that thing was more than twice as long as I was, and goodness knows how many times as thick! And don't get me started on those pubes! Maximilian had a fucking forest of shiny black pubes bristling out of his busted zipper! I could smell the testosterone wafting from them! Here was a man that was literally all fucking MAN! Fuck! I wanted this, I NEEDED this! How the hell does one become a fucking sex god like Maximilian! How! Two minutes this time. Two minutes of me chewing the blanket as I begged the very gods of muscle for a body just a faction of Maximilian's. Two minutes of my prayers going unanswered, before the great big muscleman hunched over and breathed a sigh of relief. “There's no doubt in my mind,” he declared, his massive frame looming over my own puny body, “It's you, there's something about you that compliments me so, something in your juice that's empowering my very cells, my very soul!” He drew in a deep breath, his teeth bared, his muscles tensed. “You don't even know how you're doing this do you?” he growled, “I'm feeling so fucking strong now, like I could pick up a car and throw it, all because you came down my throat!” Those too-strong arms came down and scooped me off the bed. If my erection could have gotten any harder, then they did when I finally realised I was sitting on his palms like a chair. Granted, his paws were gripping my buns so hard they were probably going to leave marks, but at this point I didn't care! He didn't even have to suck this time, no sooner had his lips engulfed the head of my cock did it start firing madly. I could feel my juices filling his mouth, he wasn't swallowing any of it. He was still sucking, wanting double the usual dose, so I played along, my world spinning due to the lack of blood in my brain, until at last my forth and final orgasm that night crashed to freedom. Maximilian let go of me as he swallowed, his fiery gaze burning so brightly in the dim light! He was standing there now, unhealthily close, his head tilted to a side and a big fat smirk plastered across his gorgeous features. I heard it soon enough – the barely audible rumble of some great, tremulous power – and it was growing louder and louder and louder! I could see it. All his muscles were swelling up, slowly yet surely, their growth unmistakable. I could make out his already huge pecs thickening within his polo, growing steadily larger and pushing out even more from his massive chest. Maximilian's heavily muscled shoulders were growing even more muscular, bulking out of either side of him as his delts grew to massiveness beneath the thick fabric. “There's something else you need to see,” announced Maximilian as one enormous hand came down, gently cupping my head and tilting it earthward. His sweatpants were growing increasingly tight, thanks in part to his burgeoning muscle-quads, and thanks in other to superhero-sized schlong filling his broken fly to bursting. God fucking damn! That must have been the biggest fucking cock on the planet! That could not be real, it could not be! I was this close to hyperventilating but good grief it was just getting bigger and bigger and bigger! That monster shaft was growing outward and upward, longer than my forearm and just as thick, with a perfectly formed, if oversized mushroom head that seemed to throb with his power. Crammed down one leg, a pair of potato-sized orbs were stretching out at a slower rate beneath the fabric, gorging themselves on mass and ballooning up like crazy. Maximilian's hand came back, cupping my chin and pulling my gaze back up. He wasn't growing any taller, but he surely was growing fucking wider! His clothes were tight as hell and outlining the spectacular development of those intense, worship-worthy muscles. His arms alone must have measured twenty-six inches around if I guessed right, so much muscle just bursting out of his body all that mass had actually pulled up the hem of his shirts and sleeves. Oh wow, oh wow oh wow the base of his abdominals were perfectly visible – the very beginning of a chiselled cobblestone walkway covered in a rich layer of thick, manly hair. I was gasping for breath now, I must have been, my vision was fuzzy and one of Maximilian's huge hands was on my shoulder, holding me steady. My cock was so hard, just so fucking big and hard, I could probably bend a steel bar around it if I had the muscles to do so! “Holy fuck,” he moaned, the deepness of that utterance sending chills all the way to my toes, “This... feels... magnificent.” His monster cock actually convulsed, as if it was barely holding on to an orgasm to end all orgasms. “I can feel every muscle, every cell in my body, just bulging and flexing with insane power! I can't believe my clothes are still on! My muscles are so close to bursting free, I... I can do it... I'm going to flex every fucking muscle in my body, I'm going to fucking hulk out of my clothes, right here and now!” Maximilian brought his arms down for the biggest most muscular flex I had yet seen! BOOM! Almost immediately did his sleeves give way, as did the back of his polo. Great rents were torn into the fabric, his colossal arms shredding through the cotton and his monstrous form expanding so much as to rip the shirt to bits. That single, powerful motion was so forceful he all but expelled the tattered fabrics from his body. As he released his flex and reared back to his full height, it was with a body that was now completely shirtless and unimaginably muscular! SHRIIIIIP! His jeans were next, his mammoth quads surging out and splitting the threads to their limits. I could see so much muscle, so much hard, rippling brawn erupting from where the denim had given way! He was already reaching down, his fingers digging into the fly from which is herculean prick bobbed and throbbed. I watched him rip his pants apart, his freakish muscles roiling with unprecedented size and power, until he was utterly nude, one ruined pant leg in each musclebound arm. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” he growled, dropping his ruined jeans and then spreading his huge legs wide, “So much power, so much raw, erotic power! Fuck! I can feel it shooting through my muscles, my cock! Fuck yeah!” Somehow, that dick had completely softened after he had ripped his clothes to bits, and now swung heavily from his hairy crotch. My god, it must have been what, eight, maybe nine inches long – longer soft than my cock was hard! His prodigious, potato-sized balls had swollen to the size of hairy oranges that dangled halfway to his knees! “Just look at this fucking monster of a cock,” he commanded, turning to one side so I could watch a spectacular erection unfold, “I like it when my body leaves twinks screaming themselves hoarse, especially after I stuff my cock into them and then slam them against the wall for a good, hard, pounding... and something's telling me you are going to appreciate being the first lucky twink who's gonna be screaming when I stuff this mega-dick of mine up your hungry ass.” Yes. Sweet mother of pie yes, please yes! “Good twink,” he cooed from behind a massive shit-eating grin, “Because I'm about to make you scream all... night... long!” Suffice to say, I damned well did. Maximilian was a fucking sex machine, there was no denying it. No sooner had he uttered that declaration did he tackle me like rutting beast he was. I was flung onto the bed, face down, his absolute massiveness slamming through my hole so violently I nearly passed out right there and then. But mercifully, I did not, and this pleased my muscle god greatly. I knew it did, for his moans of pleasure only grew stronger as he railed me like the slavering slut for muscle that I was. His gargantuan cock, fatter and juicier than anything I had encountered, left my much-abused prostate quivering with need and trembling in delight. After the first hour, satisfied that I had lasted longer than the overwhelmed jocks surrounding us, Maximilian bestowed unto me my first reward. His strong hand came down, grasped one shoulder, and then twisted me around whilst his monster still throbbed in my ass. I wanted to think my howl of bliss turned him on even more, for his cock actually hardened within my rump, it was... magnificent. I had little time to bask, for the sight of his roiling, sweating muscles drove me up the wall and then some. It was here that the next of my orgasms broke free, my swollen penis jerking in tandem with my hips as Maximilian ploughed the daylights out of me. Helpless to resist, I could only attempt to wrap my legs around that pillar-like waist, although I confess the oxygen depravation my brain made that a little more than challenging. If my god noticed what I attempted, then he cared not for it, there was no risk of his cock accidentally pulling out anyway – so huge, so swollen was his cockhead that it plugged me tight! Whenever he pulled back, that great fat helmet would get stuck around my rim, dragging me a good five or six inches across the mattress before punching right back. And to think his shaft was so stupidly huge that he couldn't stuff all of it in no matter how hard he tried! Fuck! I knew not how long I laid there, drowning in ecstasy as Maximilian fucked orgasm after orgasm from my massive, aching balls. The experience was beyond incredible, beyond imagining, my pleasure magnifying tenfold when that great beast of muscle lifted me off the bed with the sheer strength of his penis alone. I knew I was flailing, not from being lifted off the air but from the where a thunderous orgasm rocked me to the core! Whole splashes of cum added to the mural of juice coating Maximilian herculean pecs and freak-show abs, all of them mine, oh gods! I watched, felt, him spreading his huge legs wide and lowering himself to some kind of sumo stance. He was leaning back now, his stomach having hardened into a wall of bricks, his gargantuan biceps bulging with mass as he placed his hands behind his head. I was being fucked again, somehow kept upright, bouncing up and down on a cock much too huge for my ass to take. That bloated shaft, so swollen with need, kept me above the halfway mark, although the impact of which slam was so exhilarating it was all I could do to cum yet again, for what must have been the dozenth time that night! Over and over, again and again, cumshot after cumshot. Maximilian himself never came, although I was acutely aware that his balls were swelling up, churning with his sperm and growing into bloated masses primed to explode. It was not until morning that I got to see them in action. By this time, Maximilian had returned to the bed with me still impaled upon his mighty love muscle. My face was pressed between his heaving pecs, pinned down by a pair of veiny biceps larger than my legs were thick. His moans, luscious and lewd, were in stark contrast with my quavering pleads to be broken upon his magnificent member. Then a loud beeping interrupted us. Never breaking his rhythm, Maximilian let go of my head and reached beneath the mattress. The alarm had come from his phone. “Oh shoot,” he had said, “It's already three in the morning, guess I'll have to give you my load now.” Perhaps it was the casualness with which he made that statement that made it all the more astonishing. I noted that he had used the singular 'load' too, and to this day I begged to disagree. Like a natural disaster of epic proportions, Maximilian's entire body began quaking with pleasure, his back arching up, his crotch thrusting me up into the air, his trembling arms clenching and flexing until a ROAR burst from his throat. Then, the underside of his penis bulging out so massively it all but split my ass in two as a veritable deluge of semen surged to freedom. I thought I must have died and gone to muscle heaven. Maximilian's was almost convulsing with delight, grinding his incredible bulk against me even as his climax doubled in strength and then doubled again. He was smashing me hard now, each strike pumping out gallon upon gallons of cum into my ass. I could feel the goop gushing out each time he pulled back, as if being shovelled out by his oversized cockhead. He was spilling his juices all over my ass, his crotch, forming a pool of semen on the mattress. I think he must have lasted three minutes at least, three fucking minutes of erotic bellows and the biggest cock on the planet punching my prostate like it owed him money. I had slumped against that huge body, blatantly molesting those thunder-pecs with my face. My breathing was hard, my skin dripping with sweat, my ass oozing cum from where that iron-hard cock still throbbed and twitched. When I realised Maximilian didn't look the least bit tired, I almost passed out. The beast in question didn't even wait for my shock to pass, only for my hips to stop jerking. “Can you still walk?” he asked, so nonchalantly it was almost as if he hadn't just dumped a bucket of white hot sperm up my butt. “If I said no, would you carry me with those fuck-huge muscle-arms of yours?” “Hah! You bet I will!” No sooner did he pluck his mammoth cockhead from my ass did my sphincter clench up so tightly Maximilian gave me a curious look. “You might just be the tightest hole I've ever fucked,” he commented, “Normally my cum comes splashing out right after, and that's before this crazy growth you've given me!” Thankfully my face could not get any redder after what he put me through. “I'm going to go shower,” he stated, simply strutting off before turning to regard me, “Wanna come?” Club rules forbade us from showering with clients. But he and I together in the communal showers? You fucking bet I was coming. Needless to say I could not keep my hands off him, at all. Not that he minded, having grown so musclebound as to be woefully unable to scrub his own back – something he couldn't actually do even before I grew him. I confess I hoped to with all my heart that Maximilian would drop the soap and order me to pick up, his cock was still fuck huge and hungering for ass. But alas, he never did, and we instead spent all that time marvelling at how huge he had gotten. I had to insist this had never happened with any of my previous clients, though I'm not sure if he believed me. “Hey,” he interrupted, even going so far as to pluck my trembling fingers from his awesome pecs, “I actually have an idea how you're doing this, but you're gonna have to promise to keep this to yourself.” “Y-Yeah sure,” was my dreamy reply, “Anything for you big man, anything!” “I”ll take that as a yes,” he said gleefully, “Now I need you to measure me and then we can head out.” There was no doubt in my mind that I had created the biggest bodybuilder on the fucking planet. Twenty-eight inch biceps, sixty-three inch chest, and quads thicker waist! Fuck! And then there was that herculean phallus pulsing from his loins! He must have noticed me gawking too, evidently having forgotten about the tape I had been running around his forearm. “Go on,” he offered, “Make me grow.” Right on cue, my cock immediately assumed a state of rock-hard turgidity, having been conditioned to do so at the merest thought of making that musclebound stud-muffing even more musclebound. Try as I might, I wasn't going to cum any more right now, my dick ached something fierce and my balls were literally overwhelmed after just now. So I ran the tape down the length of that giant dick, holding my breath as Maximilian's filthy, dirty smirk crept to all the way to sides of his face. That superhero-sized schlong was rapidly inflating, stretching out and bulking up as it gorged itself on his power. Nine inches grew to ten, then twelve, more and more cock throbbing against my trembling fingers with every second that passed. Thirteen inches... fourteen inches... f-fifteen... fifteen and a half inches... holy fucking shit! Believe me when I say that thing was thick as a wine bottle and harder than steel. He had to spend a good ten minutes under a freezing cold shower just so he could squeeze into the change of underwear (now too small) he had brought with him. Not that he fit into anything else of course, we had left The Glory Hole with me nicely dressed and him in nothing but a pair of completely indecent cotton bikini briefs. I think we disrupted a show too, such a huge crowd couldn't have just come out of nowhere. Maximilian was literally shouldering his way out with me trailing behind. For the first time ever, it was as though I was completely invisible. Thankfully we made it to the parking lot without incident, at least not until our first Uber accidentally hit a tree from being unable to take his eyes off Maximilian. “You know what,” my muscle god had declared, a little after we failed to stop the third Uber driver from jerking himself unconscious, “I'm just going to walk, it's not too far from here anyway!” I was picked up like a trophy and flung over one gargantuan shoulder. It was so wide you could have comfortably fit a grown man on each side, damn! Thankfully Maximilian caused no more accidents on his way to a sizeable old bungalow several blocks down. That was odd, why would we come here? The only people who lived in houses on campus were... “Mr Hump?” said Maximilian into the intercom, “It's me, I have something to show you.” “M-Max?” crackled the archaic device, “What happened to your... wait... no... you don't mean...” “Let us in Mr Hump,” Maximilian implored, “Don't make me wrench your front door off its hinges like the last time.” “O-Oh, of course, right away right away.” The double doors clicked and swung open to reveal a bungalow of rich mahogany and furniture that would have been fashionable thirty or so years ago. “Hang on, this is Mr Humphrey's house?” I asked. The history department's sole lecturer, Mr Humphrey – affectionately called Mr Hump by some of his students – had the much enviable position as one of the faculty's only two muscle daddies, the other being the head of physical education – Coach Duke. They were both in their late forties, extremely well-muscled, and always strutting around in clothes filled to the brim with firm, youthful brawn. The man himself met with us in what I supposed pass for a sitting room. Maximilian had already made himself comfortable on one of the dated sofas, his legs spread wide so as to give his swollen cock some breathing space. “Oh my god!” exclaimed Mr Hump, totally oblivious to my presence at the mere sight of the hairy, hulking Maximilian, “What happened to you?” “I had a growth spurt,” teased the beefy stud, “Reckon I'm at least three hundred pounds now, all of it muscle!” “This... This is incredible!” “I know right, but I think there's something more incredible right over there.” Mr Hump actually flinched when he set his stone-grey eyes on me. That was understandable, I knew my own people well – here was a man who has spent his entire life utterly obsessed with men of muscle, the bigger the better – that he only just spotted me was testament to that. “I am damn sure that's him Mr Hump,” Maximilian continued, “That there, that's our Beast.” Mr Hump turned to me, then back to Maximilian, struggling for words. He was rather stiff now, his fingers clenching and relaxing as a myriad of emotions battled for space on his lined face. Eventually he took a deep breath, held it, and then let it go slowly, gently. “If it wasn't for you sitting here,” he finally said, gesturing at Maximilian, “I would never have believed you.” He turned back to me. “I recognise you from when you sat right up front at last year's bodybuilding contest, the entire faculty was convinced you were on the verge of passing out, so red your face was.” Maximilian sniggered. He knew damn well my red face was entirely the fault of his scandalous posing thongs at the time. “Tell me, what is your name?” “Branson,” I replied, “Branson von Brandy.” “Ah, von Brandy, your father was quite the bodybuilder in his time, no?” “Uncle actually,” I corrected, a twinge of jealousy podding me in the side as I thought about how big and tall my cousins had turned out, “All the good genes went to his side of the family.” “Interesting,” commented Mr Hump, “Somehow I am not surprised the von Brandy's are involved in this... tell me another thing, do you even know how you did this?” He was gesturing at Maximilian now. The bigger man simply flexed his huge pecs when my eyes floated his way. Fuck he was enjoying himself! “I uh... I came on his face and then he blew his clothes to bits?” “Max?” Mr Hump cued, “Is that what happened?” “Down my throat too,” he added, still grinning like the smug bastard he was, “Hump, I don't think he remembers anything.” “I... I don't think so too,” the older man thought for a moment, “Branson, please wait here, Maximilian and I have something to discuss.” Mr Hump had to drag a reluctant Maximilian into one of the many nearby rooms. After all that had happened, I really didn't feel like being left out, so the moment he shut the door behind him, I sneaked over and pressed my ear against the expensive wood. “...broken out some time in the past thousand years, it's the only way!” “I dunno Mr Hump, just look at me, my fucking biceps bulge out to the size of basketballs when I flex!” “That can only be due to your status as Champion, which makes matters worse, since of all people he should recognise, it's you!” “Well, I mean he does recognise me, I always see him gawking and drooling whenever we're in the same space, why... the last time we were on the same bus I 'accidentally' ripped my sleeves and caused him to cream himself, you should have seen it!” “You... you do that to everybody... but that's not the point, the point is he should know you, better than you know yourself in fact, along with all the previous versions of you since... the cycle first began.” “Maybe he's playing around then? I mean he barely looked shocked even after I started hulking out of my clothes!” “Wait... What did he look like then?” “Uh... aroused?” “That's hardly convincing, did you manage to surprise him in any way?” “I sure did, you know how we voted you 'best orgasm face' last year? Well, when I was fucking him silly he-” “Y-You... were fucking him?” “Well yeah, I didn't think-” “Max, for goodness sake! The Beast is... is... you don't fuck the Beast boy, the Beast fucks you!” “I'm still here by the way, he didn't smite me or anything.” “That... That's good too, but this only reinforces the idea that his memories, hell maybe even his powers, remain sealed. We should be glad he's even walking around instead of being imprisoned in a random grain of sand somewhere. I'm just... curious... as to how he could be oblivious to the incredible power he's carrying along with him.” “I thought you said only the Cult could reap the benefits of the Beast?” “I did, that's why you grew and not all the other who-knows-who he must have cum on since working at The Glory Hole, what about it?” “I... never mind... you see these hulking guns Hump? I think we can make do with just asking him after we break the seal on his powers.” “You... You're right, tell the others... tell the others it's time.” “You got it boss, now what do I do with the Beast next door?” “...your duty.” Somehow, I made it back to the sitting room without tripping over myself. The Beast... that sounded frigging hot! And that hotness was me, me! So that's how I pumped so much muscle into Maximilian and not all the other people I've slept with, this Cult worshipped the Beast... worshipped me as a god! Mr Hump came back first, his soft features almost reverent as he regarded me. “I must insist you and Maximilian share the guest bedroom tonight, I can't possibly let you two be out this late, goodness knows what campus security will think... will there be any objections to that?” Behind him, Maximilian had brought up one colossal arm to his face and then flexed a bicep so fucking huge it looked to be bigger than my entire head! It didn't help that he was making also a show running his long, drooling tongue all over that muscle. “N-No objections!” I declared, drawing a warm smile from Mr Hump. “Alright that settles it,” he turned to Maximilian, now standing at attention and baring his huge pecs at me, “I'll be retiring for the night... morning... my goodness you people are out late.” Mr Hump turned and left without another word, leaving me alone with my... Champion. “Oh I know that look,” he purred, crossing over in two broad strides and standing so close as to have his chest loom over me, “You heard us talking.” I gulped, caught! Maximilian turned to check for Mr Hump and, when he found no sigh of him, leaned down and whispered into my ear. “Let's head to the room first,” he purred, “Come, I'll carry you.” Before I could object, Maximilian all but swept me into his hugely muscled arms, chuckling as he strode from the sitting room and into one of the many doors in this place. The guest bedroom was a lot larger than I expected, filled with books, wardrobes, an adjoining bathroom, and a queen-sized four-poster bed with what appeared to be furry handcuffs latched to each post. “Now we can talk privately,” Maximilian said softly. He set me down beside the bed, and then lowered himself down on one knee, that trademark grin now tempered with reverence and awe. “To think we would actually find you,” he breathed, “I... I am honoured!” “I... have no idea how to respond to that,” I admitted, “I don't exactly feel very uh... beastly?” “That will change!” assured Maximilian, “We, the Cult, will ensure that comes to pass, once we free you... well I don't want to spoil it too much... but suffice to say you will be single most muscular being in the fucking universe!” “Oh yeah about that, what kind of-” “And you'll have a fucking monster of a cock to match!” “...what kind of cult is this?” “The Cult of the Muscle Beast of course,” replied my Champion, all but beaming with pride, “We've existed since the day you first made yourself known to us, we are, have been, and will always be your loyal worshippers.” “It was you who first uplifted us, granting us the powerfully muscles we desired so much. We came to worship you with our very bodies, our very muscles! In your name we dominated the neighbouring clans and forced them to worship you... not that you needed much forcing, most took one look at you and then fell to their knees as their orgasms took hold.” “Actually come to think of it, my ancestors had it really great. They spent their days bathing in your juices, lathering each other's growing muscles and then fucking each other so hard their orgies always ended with everyone passing out from the lack of blood in their brains.” “You – the great Muscle Beast – have always had one chosen Champion to serve as your companion and confidant. We served you for generations, one of mind and body, and in turn you have always sought us out, releasing our souls at the moment of passing and then reclaiming us at the moment of our rebirth.” “The Cult has always known how to locate the Champion, and preserved that knowledge even after the Fall.” Maximilian inhaled deeply, as if trying to clear his thoughts. “The Fall... was the work of a shadowy brotherhood that sought to claim your godlike powers for themselves. They were not content with worshipping you, they wanted to be gods themselves, muscle gods to be precise. You would not let them, for only you deserved the inhuman muscular power that came with your divine being. So you shattered their citadels and smashed their halls of iron, but... even that was not enough.” “That had all been a ploy you see, to lure you away from your loyal subjects. They knew you were too proud to send an army, and that you would come yourself. There, the trap was sprung, heretical and twisted magic designed to drain you of the divine power surging through your godly muscles.” “Of course, you were too much for them. A thousand years of worship had left you freakishly overpowered and nigh invincible. So their leaders, in desperation, altered their magic to instead imprison you forever in an ancient relic that has since been lost. They decided, if they could not have your incredible power for themselves, then nobody would!” “You... You had called to us, scarring their names into our minds. You had commanded us to destroy the heretics, your final decree before they sealed you away for good. The Cult rose up, as did the heretics, and fought a war so great it sundered the empire in two... and that's why we have New Zealand today.” “Unfortunately, the relic containing your divine essence had been spirited away at the eleventh hour. The Cult searched for generations, never finding you, never freeing you. Without your guidance, your blessings, the Cult fractured and eventually fell, leaving only a small pocket of us to preserve our glorious history, to continue our search until the day you return to us.” “And now... here you are.” I had been acutely aware of a slight tremble plaguing my limbs. So that was why I had spent my dreams hulking out of my clothes, crackling madly as I morphed into a frigging juggernaut of superhuman muscle and size. All my life, muscle growth dominated my fantasies, my interests, I wanted nothing more than to explode out of my clothes, right here and now, muscles the size of small cars surging out of my arms and chest and... everywhere! “Holy crap!” I exclaimed, almost bouncing with a mixture of joy, frustration, and revelation, “So I'm some kind of super muscle god who can grow anybody I want in the Cult? Oh my god!” “That's right,” my Champion said with a smirk, “And just so you know, I am mad horny right now from all that beef you pumped down my throat!” “And I used to rule over an empire that covered the whole of Australia?” “New Zealand too, back when it was still attached to the mainland, yeah!” Wow. Just... wow! “Is there any reason I should not fuck your brains out right now?” I breathed, “Just thinking how massive I could make you is making me so hard I think my cock might just explode if you touched me.” “Well... Hump wasn't happy with how much muscle I packed on overnight, there's probably already a dozen pictures of the new me floating all over social media too, and we can't risk the Shadow finding us, we don't even know if they're still around but we're not taking chances if we can help it.” “And you're letting that stop you?” I challenged, “What's stopping you from shackling me with these furry handcuffs and then power bottoming me until you're bigger than a house?” “Ooh now you're speaking my language,” crackled my Champion, “You would love it wouldn't you? Watching me swell with gargantuan muscles and growing so massive that no shirt will ever contain me again?” “My body is ready!” I declared, indicating my stupidly solid erection. “As is mine,” purred Maximilian, “But I'm afraid that's... not a good idea now, I'd much rather forsake some growth now than forsake our chance to unseal your powers.” “I... Get me a condom,” I commanded, “Give me your ass now, and we can save the growth for later!” If I had thought Maximilian's grin couldn't get any bigger, boy did he prove me wrong. Coincidentally, Mr Hump had stocked the guest room with far more condoms than we could have used. I was a little embarrassed when my cock found a snug fit in one of the smallest rubbers, but Maximilian quickly assured me I would soon have the hugest fucking cock on the planet. That didn't stop me from trying to will my cock to massiveness, but alas, my powers remained beyond reach. Horny bugger that he was, my Champion made the night last so... deliciously long. He had prostrated himself before me, his god, his Beast, trembling as I clambered over his huge muscles and teased his hungry, hairy hole with my dick. I had pushed into him, tantalisingly slowly, his sphincter all but sucking me in in its eagerness to be fucked. And I had fucked him, harder than I had ever fucked a man. He could take it, he and those superhuman muscles of his! I had my first orgasm within minutes, the incredible warmth that gripped dick having driven me over the edge so quickly it was a wonder I managed to keep going. To and fro, pumping and thrusting, my cock growing so painfully hard I actually hoped it would start growing inside that musclebound ass of my Champion. Pity it did not, for I had reduced him to a mewling, quivering mass of muscle and sweat. His own cock was monstrously hard, furiously throbbing and spurting out pre-cum like leaking pipe. Despite my status as the Muscle Beast, and probably due to the seal on my powers, I soon found myself lusting for that mammoth love muscle up my ass instead. Maximilian got the drift quickly enough. No sooner had I crawled beneath him did he seize me like the fucking slut I was. Heavily muscled arms encircled my chest, his monster quads spreading wide so he could line his biggest muscle against my hole, and then punched through so hard as to knock me out right there and then. I never did wake up properly for the rest of the night. Maximilian was fucking me like a jackhammer on steroids, his monstrous manhood filling me to bursting as he came and came and came some more. Each time he did, the flood of semen around my prostate would trigger one of my own orgasms, each slam pumping out more of my own juices into the condom I still wore. I vaguely remember being crushed into the bed, the carpet, even the wall! My Champion's muscle-cock was splitting my ass wide open as he filled me with his creamy loads, even in my dreams I could feel him inside, it was glorious! When I finally came to, it was to a room free of Maximilian and the condom I had been filling through the night. Untangling myself from the bundle of blankets I had been wrapped in, I managed to make it all the way to the edge of the bed before the door burst open. My Champion had returned, freshly showered and smelling slightly of strawberries. He was wearing a bathrobe that, like just about everything these days, was much too small for him. His immense, hairy chest muscles were fully exposed, his perky nipples stiffer than diamonds and just begging for a good sucking. “Morning sunshine!” he chirped, shuffling over and then throwing his enormous body on to me, “So good to finally see you awake!” He pressed his lips into mine, all but shutting down my higher cognitive functions. I was even suckling his tongue now, so long, so thick, and so wet with arousal. I would have been satisfied with having that thing fill my cheeks forever, but just as I was about to consign the rest of my life to such pleasure, my Champion released me and pulled out. “I hope you don't mind,” he said from behind a cheeky smirk, “But I took the liberty of forcing Mr Hump to imbibe all that spunk you pumped out last night.” Oh... crap, I must have cummed out a whole bucket of juice. “H-How big did he get?” “Heh, come see for yourself, he's by the pool.” “He has a pool?!” When we finally found him, it was all I could do to keep myself from going slack-jawed. Mr Hump was lounging on a doughnut float in the middle of his pool. There were fewer lines on his face, a lot more black shining from his head, and he filled out his trunks so massively I actually wondered why he even bothered with them. Despite his heavily muscled new body, there was no doubt in my mind that my Champion still outweighed him by a hundred pounds. And that pleased me greatly. “Ah, Branson,” he called upon noticing me, “I must apologise for not coming to thank you sooner but Maximilian had insisted I not disturb you.” I watched him roll off his doughnut, plough through the water as if it offered no resistance, and then explode from the pool with one push of his powerful new legs. Water splashed everywhere, but before I could even duck Mr Hump's huge new body landed squarely before me. Holy fuck, if he had been a hot daddy before, then he was a smouldering beef-god now! I swear his pecs must have been sticking out a good five inches from his chest! “I haven't felt this virile in years!” he laughed, muscles flexing, “Nine inches when erect too! I dare say my penis has never, ever reached such a size! Why our ancient enemies would want to do away with such a blessing... astounding!” “Mr Hump,” interjected Maximilian, “You're supposed to tell us the plan.” “And right you are,” Mr Hump said sagely, “Come Branson, have a seat, we have much to discuss.” In the end, Mr Hump didn't tell me anything Maximilian hadn't already, but I played along nonetheless. It was not until he asked us to return to the Manor – as he referred to his bungalow – that things got interesting. The Cult would gather tonight, he said, and I would be revealed to them in all of my glory. Not even Maximilian knew what that meant, but try as we might, Mr Hump chosen to remain mysterious. The rest of the day crawled, and I mean crawled, the ticking of time never going any faster even though I took every opportunity I could to molest Maximilian's colossal muscles with all of my might! When the sun finally set, we left the room two hours early to find out everyone else had arrived two hours earlier than that! They had kicked down the door to the Manor and piled into the secret lair Mr Hump maintained beneath. The man himself had arrived just in time to prevent Maximilian from showing me off, insisting that we did things the proper way. My Champion was taken from me, and I was ushered into a separate tunnel that would lead to my big reveal in the main ritual hall. When I finally found my way there, it was to a large, mostly circular cavern overflowing with cultists in long, billowing cloaks and hoods that hid their identities perfectly. Only Maximilian and Mr Hump I recognised, Maximilian because he was easily the tallest, hugest guy there, and Mr Hump because his hood was down. The buff history buff led me to a what I could only describe as an altar to muscle. The altar proper was a massive stone slab as large and tall as a dining table, but looming above it was a horrifically muscular statue chiselled to such fine details I could make out every fibre of brawn that bulged from the stone. I had never seen anything like it, not even the most muscular of men in my dreams could come close. The sculpture must have been what, ten... maybe twelve feet tall and easily four or five feet wide at the shoulders! Somehow, just looking at it reminded me of Maximilian. He was the only one who came close really, despite being a scrawny weakling by comparison. I really thought they had the same deltoids, same nose, but other than that the stature was... familiar. And to think... that was a statue of me. I was almost looking at a splitting image of how I had imagined myself, even my face, with that powerfully sculptured jawline, the hard, strong brows, and traps so stupendously massive as to utterly devour my neck. I was pulled from my marvelling when a pair of cloaked Cultists swept past me. Mr Hump had gestured for them to approach the relic resting upon the altar – a massive hoop of gleaming gold resting on a crimson pillow so ancient it looked to be a thousand years old. “Pick it up,” he commanded. The Cultists obeyed, revealing astonishingly muscular forearms as they reached for the artefact and then pulled with all of their might. Amazingly, no matter how hard their muscles flexed, the hoop remained in place, not budging by even a millimetre. “Enough!” called Mr Hump, prompting the Cultists to return to the crowd that surrounded us. “As you can see,” said Mr Hump, his voice soft due to his proximity to me, “Not even we can lift your relics, no matter how dedicated they are to building up their bodies in your name.” “Prove to them that you are indeed our god,” he continued, “Go on... pick up your old cock-ring.” Wait... that was a cock-ring? Holy fuck my cock must have been HUGE! Despite the chill in the air the relic was warm to the touch. I grabbed at it and pulled, finding absolute resistance, as if I had been trying to pick up a steel girder that had been wedged into a building. I pulled again, slightly harder this time, a chill running down my spine when I realised the cock-ring would not budge from its pillow. Was... Was I not the god of muscle they said I was? But then... how could I have grown Maximilian and Mr Hump? “Pick it up please!” prodded Mr Hump from behind me. Oh crap, oh crap oh crap oh crap! What if this wouldn't come up? Swallowing, I decided to just go for it, so I tighten my grip and then YANKED at the cock ring with all of my strength! My fingers slipping from the hoop, momentum throwing me back and causing me to lose my balance. Just as I stumbled, moments before my butt stuck the earth, several loud gasps echoed from the crowd behind me. “MOVE!” bellowed Mr Hump, “MOVE IT MOVE IT!” It was there did I realise the hoop was now hurtling through the air with the grace of an anvil. Cultists were scattering, nearly tripping over their robes as they ducked out of harm's way. BOOM! It smashed into, no... through... the stony cave like a meteorite, leaving behind a massive crater that must have been three feet deep! I... I did it! ...but I had to be sure. I strode to the hole, purposefully scattering the much larger Cultists who were in my way, and grabbed at my relic. I could feel it now, flowing between my fingers like a wave of energy. When I pulled this time, the ring effortlessly followed, as if it weighed nothing at all. The Cult broke out in cheers this time, clapping and yelling as I lifted my ancient cock ring above my head. Suddenly they were all upon me, muscled arms popping out of their robes and hefting me above equally muscled shoulders. Mr Hump was trying to yell over the din, something about to being careful since I was still holding a relic that weighed a million tons to mortals like them. Undeterred, he had ordered Maximilian to rescue me. My musclebound Champion had simply bowled his way through the crowd and then snatched me from the air before someone else could grab me. I didn't want to leave, his arms were just so warm, so strong, his fingers could just press into me and leave me gushing, I'm serious! It wasn't till another hour passed before Mr Hump finally brought the Cult under control. Most of them had pulled down their hoods now, revealing the very youthful features of some of the university's biggest and brightest. I recognised nearly all of them of course, members of the bodybuilding, wrestling, and football teams, just about every roid rat who frequented the campus gym, and even the head of psychical education – Coach Duke! “We have done it!” yelled Mr Hump after all had been seated, “After generations we have at last found our god, our Beast!” “But we have not yet won!” he continued, “The ancient seal remains in place! The Beast still inhabits the body of this Branson von Brandy, with no access to his memories of us, and only limited access to his mighty powers!” “Champion!” he turned to Maximilian, “Step forth and show yourself!” A loud gasp shot through the crowd as Maximilian did just that, releasing the catch that held his cloak together and letting the garment fall off his amazing body. He was utterly naked, even looking like he had oiled his muscles just for this moment. “And now, check me out!” Okay, now they were just showing off. Mr Hump spent even more time basking before the Cult, clearly obsessed with the ample amounts of new muscle I had given him. It wasn't until Maximilian caught my eye did my Champion all but haul Mr Hump back to his pedestal. “Ahem,” coughed Mr Hump, “Right anyway, rather than spend the rest of our days risking discovery by the Shadow, we must begin preparations for the Ritual of Regenesis!” Maximilian and his titanic erection came to sit by me as Mr Hump began prattling on. He had pulled on his cloak again, although he was wearing it much like a cape this time, exposing his physique for my viewing benefit. “Do you have a shorter version of this Regenesis Ritual?” I whispered, once I was sure the rest of the Cult were too busy taking notes to notice me, “I don't think my dick's going to survive very much longer with all this muscle around.” “Somehow I think that's the point,” sniggered my Champion, “Get you all boned up and then harvest your cum so we can all grow up big and strong, why I have half a mind of just straddling you now so I can press this super cock of mine into your face!” “Do that, and I'll put this ring on you so you can't go back to the gym, ever.” “Heh, you must really like me to want to put a ring on me, and a... cock-ring... no less!” Man, my face was spending a lot of time being so red as of late. “I can't wait for you to punish me for my insolence you know,” he purred, “I can see it now – your six foot long cock decimating my ass and rearranging my organs from all the times I flexed my pecs in your face without letting you suck my nipples... man I can hardly wait!” Maximilian never got to explaining the Ritual to me, having opted to tease me so endlessly instead. I did find out (from listening to Mr Hump), that the Cult was to gather three key ingredients for the Ritual to be successful. First – Sweat of the Servants. This was simple enough, the Cult was to set up a large gym below the Manor and spend all their free time working out in sweatsuits. Once thoroughly soaked, they would sneak over to the engineering department and drain out the fluids. We were going to need a lot of sweat too, so Hump insisted we begin at the soonest. Second – Cum of the Champion. This too, was mostly straightforward. Maximilian was to cum at least once a day for one hundred days, each time collecting his cum until he filled an entire canister of it for the Ritual. Given how much spunk that monster pumped out each time he boned up, I didn't think we would have any trouble here. And finally – Essence of the Enemy. At first I thought this meant the essence of the Shadow cult who first imprisoned me, which would have made things extra tricky. We didn't know if the Shadow even existed any more, but then again they were famous for hiding in plain sight until it was too late. Mr Hump soon clarified that the Enemy simply referred to somebody I didn't think highly of. That was also tricky, since I couldn't immediately think of anybody I hated. But then Maximilian came to my rescue, having recalled the sliminess of the man he had spoken to when booking me back at The Glory Hole. Of course! How could I have forgotten him, not that I remembered his name to begin with, but that stage manager of mine had always did his very best to get on my nerves! It had been him who suggested to ban me from Hardbody Nights in the first place! So there we were, just sneaking through the backdoor of The Glory Hole, having left the Cult sweating it out in that overheated dungeon gym Mr Hump had put together. I had learned that the rat who served as stage manager went by one name – Richardson. Mr Hump had decreed that we acquire some of his 'essence', a word translated from one of my ancient text's that actually meant something uh... kinkier. I tried asking him nicely first of course, and obviously that didn't work. Maximilian, his chest puffed out from being proven right, and then stepped in and taken control of the situation. Not two minutes in, Richardson had been chained to one of the club's rape racks and stripped of all clothing by a very pumped, very naked Maximilian. He had taken his clothes off to 'blend in' with the crowd, or so he claimed. Somehow I couldn't tell who was enjoying it more. “I can always carry one of these racks back with us you know,” Maximilian had proposed, his huge hands massaging my shoulders as I scraped a mishmash of sweat, oil, and sex from the underside of Richardson's balls, “I can see you drooling all over yourself as you imagine me in one, tied up and gagged and helpless to stop you from shoving whatever you want up my rump.” “Just think about it,” he had pressed, even as he carried me back to the Manor, “Once you're all hulked up you can fuck me in the ass until I'm gaping and oozing cum like a waterfall, wouldn't that be swell?” Dear god. I had to wait a hundred days for the ritual. One hundred days with this musclebound stud of a man! Sure enough, Maximilian's presence was causing me to produce so much cum the Cultists were soon skipping class altogether. The dungeon stank so strongly of men I couldn't even go near without falling to my knees. They were growing so huge, so big, every last one of them. Maximilian would visit them each morning, armed with a condom full of my cum. He would sip some of it on the way down, his gargantuan muscles growing so much huger his body had actually begun growing taller to accommodate all that extra mass! And when Ritual day finally arrived, it was as though I was surrounded by Hulks! Nobody was shorter than seven feet now now, all of them at least three hundred pounds of heaving, roiling muscle. Their cocks had grown into epic foot-longs at the minimum, with many pushing one and a half feet and a couple even closing in on the legendary two foot mark. Maximilian, as my Champion, had responded the best (also because he hoarded most of my cum for himself). That fucking monster towered over everybody, almost eight fucking feet tall and so heavy with brawn that we couldn't find a weighing scale that wouldn't break beneath his expansive feet. Mr Hump had even barred him from showing himself in public, fearing that he would draw too much attention to us. That suited him just fine. We spent a lot of time testing the limits of his twenty-three and a half inch cock. Believe me when I say he made the hundred days pass really, really quickly. The Ritual took place in an 'Iron Hall' built into one of the many caves beneath the Manor. There were two concentric rings carved into the stone, the outer one was very deep and flooded with the Sweat of the Servants. The inner ring was much shallower, and it was here that Mr Hump poured the Cum of the Champion. Some Essence of the Enemy had been mixed with the remaining Cum and Sweat, creating an oil of sorts that was used to lather the bodies of everyone present. I, on the other hand, had been instructed to dress up. “Hulking out of your clothes has always been the quintessential experience of those who follow the Muscle Beast,” Mr Hump had explained, “After being imprisoned for so long, it is only fitting that you experience such explosive muscle growth first hand!” My time had come at last! The Cultists, cloaked and hooded but smelling strongly of oil and sex, milled around as they took their places beyond the ring containing the Sweat. I stood in the middle, fully clothed and gripping the massive hoop that once served, and would soon serve, as my divine cock-ring. Only Maximilian and Mr Hump stood by me. They were cloaked as well, although not hooded. “Here we are at last,” Mr Hump declared, “The Ritual begins when you are ready.” “I am ready,” I proclaimed, to whooping cheers, “Tell me what I must do.” “I'm glad to say there is not much for you to do beyond growing into the Beast that you are,” said Mr Hump, his smile warm and reverent, “Come, hold out the ring to me, I shall anoint it with the sacred oils.” I did as instructed, arms shaking slightly as Mr Hump smeared unto the ring the same concoction that covered their bodies. No sooner had he lifted his finger away did a powerful energy wave blast from the ring, charging all present with what I could only describe as pure, sexual power. The Cultists fell upon each other, some of them even foaming at the mouth as their libidos overpowered their minds. Both Mr Hump and Maximilian had flinched at the first sign of my true power. Their huge cocks had shot out from behind the flaps of their cloaks, harder than rocks and riddled with thick, pulsing veins. My Champion in particular was shaking quite visibly, no doubt battling the urge to pounce me as he had always done. Mr Hump had instructed him to leave me untouched, and it sure looked like he would take any opportunity to disobey. “Get back to the others,” breathed Mr Hump, drool cascading from his lips, “Hurry now.” Maximilian didn't immediately move, the hunger in his eyes clear as the day. It was not until Mr Hump repeated himself did my Champion begrudgingly join with the orgy. The moment they grabbed him, another powerful sex wave emanated from the ring. “This is it!” Mr Hump yelled over the orgasmic roars of the crowd, “Hold the ring closer to you!” No sooner did the words leave his mouth did some invisible force take hold of the ring, wrenching it from my grip and causing it to hover just before my crotch. Untamed energy crested across my body, as though I was standing before a powerful vacuum, air converging above my crotch before getting sucked through the loop before it. My heart fluttered in my chest. I could feel it! Oh yes, oh fuck yes it was finally happening, I could fucking feel it! My muscles were growing harder, stronger! My heart was thumbing so hard I could almost feel it striking my ribcage. Veins, thick and pulsing, rose across my body as I readied myself what would surely be an unstoppable explosion of pure muscle! My body began throbbing, like a monstrous cock gorging itself with pure testosterone. I could feel myself growing into massiveness, my muscles were getting bigger, heavier, I was inching upward, my muscles expanding in all directions, my clothes tightening madly as the first of my growth spurts hit me like a truck. “FUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, instinctively spreading my legs and striking a double biceps pose. The sleeves of the dress shirt were the first to go, exploding into tattered threads as fabric gave way to sheer muscle. Bulging biceps burst from my arms, growing bigger and bigger by the second. My skin had tightened like a drum, riddled with veins. This was magnificent, so much power and so much erotic pleasure coursed through me! I flexed my guns, each pump causing them to swell ever bigger, bulging out of my arms and splitting into multiple peaks! RIIPPP! Beneath me, my quads and calves had grown huge and muscled. All that extra mass tore great rents in the legs of my suit. Simply shifting my legs were causing my thighs to split into their individual muscle groups – each a teardrop-shaped mass that rippled as they battled their neighbours for space! Fuck! A guttural growl escaped from my throat, but I paid it no mind. My neck was muscling up, thick like telephone poles. I could feel another spurt coming, deep in my core, and when I drew in my next breath an ecstatic roar was all I could manage. What remained of my clothes constricted every inch of my body. My shoulders were broadening, swelling and growing with solid, heavy muscles. Palming my gut, I realised my once soft and nondescript stomach had given way into a shredded six-pack that rippled with every breath. And it was still growing, still getting harder, but when the power reached my chest at last it was all I could do to squeal with delight. Two heaving boulders of sinewy, cord-like flesh exploded from my chest and blasted the front of my shirt clean open. My entire torso was hulking out, my back was widening, barely keeping up with the massive lats blowing out on either side of me. My huge body was not assuming the V-shape men across the galaxy would kill for, but the legendary Y-shape from the sheer amounts of muscle bulging out from where I already had plenty. More power! More, more! My pecs were morphing into heaving boulders of shredded brawn, so pumped and so heavy with meat my nipples were pointing down. And my nipples! Thick as my thumb and pulsing like obscene, sweaty fruits. Simply rubbing my thumbs over the teats triggered an electrical storm in my chest, causing my pecs to flex involuntarily and sending a powerful jolt down to where the most important growth spurt was about to begin. I gave my miniscule cock a powerful flex, gorging it with power and causing an avalanche of pink flesh to come sloshing between the flaps of my boxers. It was already drooling with my seed, the head slick with pre-cum and throbbing as it absorbed more and more size. It was growing again, oh fuck yes it was growing bigger and fatter by the second! Still-semi hard but pleasurable beyond reason, the ring empowering my erection as it grew through the hoop. There was just so much cock meat gathering at the base, my loins blazing as they pushed out! I couldn't help it. My balls were swelling, even churning with cum. I dug my fingers into my stretchy undergarments and ripped them clean off. The sudden exposure to raw power only aroused me even further. My cock rocketed to maximum hardness, riddled with veins and easily eight inches hard. What little fat I had in my ass literally evaporated as hyper-defined glutes surged out from behind me. I flexed my entire body again, growling as a veritable forest of thick black pubes burst from my loins, engulfing the entirety of my balls and wrapping around the base of my swollen manhood before spreading upward and backward. My chiselled abdominals soon developed a treasure trail of their own, one that reached between the sculptured pectorals that brimmed from my chest. I could feel the dark hairs bristling within the canyon that separated them, before coating my pecs with a rich dusting of thick black fuzz. Quick to follow were my pits, and then my forearms, my calves, and finally my ass crack. Now that was a fucking ass crack, a fucking jungle of coarse black pubes that surrounded my winking hole and spread across my cheeks like a filthy garden of pure testosterone. Then, just as I was getting to the good parts, the torrent of energy slowed to a trickle. As my growth spurt came to a close, I noted that I now stood at an incredible six feet five – almost an entire foot from where I started from – and had bulked out to an incredible three hundred and fifty pounds! My arms were easily twenty-one inches around and my thighs thicker than most men's waists! But most importantly of all, my cock measured a jaw-breaking nine and a half inches, thick as a beer can and boasting a pair of orange-sized nuts. Suffice to say I would have spent the next hour shamelessly groping myself were it not for the fact my cock-ring was still too large for me. It was still hovering there, as if wondering if I had grown big enough. Of course I had not! So I grabbed at it, another explosion of pure sex blasting my hand away and flooding me with more power than I could contain! It was happening again! I could feel it! Oh yes, oh yes! Chest muscles! Always with my pecs! They were exploding outward, full of power and rippling like waves! I could watch them expanding to the size of tires, even as the rest of my body began following suit. My legs, already thick with mass, swelling out as liquid muscle was pumped into my quads. I could feel every vein, every fibre, every cell of my body brimming with insane power as energies fuelled me with even more muscle! My swollen manhood swelled even larger, pushing out against my grip and closing in on the foot-long mark. Thanks to my now grapefruit-sized balls I was still shooting, still jerking and bucking, my upper body growing more powerful, more spectacular than I could imagine! My arms, heavy with muscle, were just packing on more and more mass. They had surpassed twenty-five inches for sure, so much brawn bulging out of them my fucking biceps had biceps! And then my shoulders started their own growth spurt, causing me to grow horrifically broad, almost three feet of muscle on either side of my head! My traps surged upward, devouring my neck and growing so beefy they were scant inches from touching my ears. Muscular explosions continued to go off, each muscle group in my body consuming god magic and then hulking out without warning. The ring followed me down as I landed on my ass, which burst out like chiselled granite mountains and propped me off the floor. Even as my back broadened in tandem with my lats, I propped myself up with my swelling arms and spread my legs up to give my growing balls more space. I could hardly guess how big I was getting, my legs and torso continued to lengthen, barely keeping out with all the muscle just bursting out of my body. And my cock, oh my god my fucking cock was so hard, so hot! It had stopped growing longer when it reached two fucking feet, but it was getting so fat, so thick, fuck! My back struck the ground, so much brawn erupting out from I was squealing and howling in ecstasy before I knew what hit me. This was it, this was the hulk-out I had so dreamed! It was magnificent, spectacular! My entire body was having an orgasm to end all orgasms! Pecs, biceps, triceps! My quads too, I was growing into a monster! A huge, fucking muscle monster! My cock! Fatter than fuck and spitting out cum like crazy, it was growing so, fucking, LONG! The first volley nearly blinded me, so much pleasure erupting from my cock my neurons were nearly fried. An entire bucket of semen just exploded from my rock hard dick, rocketing into the air and raining down upon me. I could feel my entire body lengthening, no doubt to accommodate the insane amounts of brawn still growing from every inch of being! Thick veins begun streaking out from the base of my cock, creeping through the dark forests of man-hair that covered my body. Where they reached, so did the pace of my growth, as if they were pipes pumping my muscles full of power juice. My abdominals grew to an immense eight-pack, each cinder block sized muscle harder than steel and unimaginably stronger. My pecs, already monstrous boulders of roiling muscle, seized up and almost doubled in size when touched by my power. My obscene, sweat-slicked nipples were almost an inch long and thick as my thumb! Fuck! My penis continued to shoot, my brain taking a back seat as I let myself be consumed by the most primal or urges. I could not fathom how long I laid there, hulked-out and musclebound, crushing my monster dong with my equally monstrous muscle-quads and pumping out a seemingly endless river of sperm. Fuck! Ten minutes of back-to-back orgasms later, the storm in my loins finally calmed. Slowly, ever slowly, I reared to my full height, every mindbogglingly massive muscle bulging with the slightest of movements. Thick, pulsing veins ran like highways over and around every supersized muscle, converging within the bristling pubic forest growing at the base of my throbbing, monstrous, king-sized cock. I gave my hulk body a violent test flex, nearly driving myself over the edge again as every sinewy fibre bulged with unprecedented size and power. So much control! I could even flex my biceps without having to bend my arms, the sensations were exhilarating, to say the least. Another thing, my hairy pecs had grown so muscular I couldn't look past them to see my crotch any more. While I could see my gigantic, swollen cock and the oversized mushroom head that capped it, I couldn't make out the coconut-sized balls that hung heavily from my loins. Not that it bothered me, their immense weight was unbelievably erotic. I could even flex them independently, pulling them up and holding them against my groin thanks to the incredible muscles that now bulged from and above them. And then there was the matter of my face. Caressing my cheeks with sausage-thick fingers, I realised that my once sharp, nondescript chin had taken on a hard, rugged, and very square countenance. There was no doubt in my mind that I looked like a man now, a huge, hairy, hulk of a man! Fuck. I wanted, NEEDED, more! At first I thought I was cumming again, my inner penile muscles were flexing so powerfully. Every single vein on my cock had surged up, throbbing madly as my cock gorged itself on pure muscle juice. It was growing again, just bulging with thick cords of sinew and brawn and until I felt the ring closing in on the base. Panting like an animal, I palmed at my crotch, and realised that my cock-ring now fit me perfectly. It had sucked in my gargantuan balls too, as a proper cock-ring should. And it was now filling me with unimaginable size and driving me through another immensely erotic growth spurt. My hairy cock continued growing out, as did my muscles, and my body as a whole. I was absorbing so much mass I was acutely aware of every scrap of energy boiling within my very cells. As I muscled up, this awareness only grew, until I realised that the power formed as part of me as the very muscles they sought to grow. And as I flexed my muscles, so did I 'flex' the energies surging through me. The first thing I did was pull the power collecting within my heaving testes, drawing them up through my core and into my arms. I had always wanted disproportionately muscular arms – arms huger than my own legs – so I began directing all the power into my biceps, causing them to bloat with power, immense boulders of pure muscle exploding out even as my triceps began hulking out of their own accord. Whatever scraps remained were diverted to my forearms, which expanded until they were thicker than my calves! By then, my upper arms had morphed into colossal monstrosities, each one a scant inch smaller than my quads were huge. I wasn't going to be reaching behind me with arms so stupidly massive, so grossly over-muscled, but holy fuck the power was overwhelming! I bathed in my euphoria, directing my own growth as I saw fit, my booming laugher echoing through the base as my body expanded in every conceivable direction, never stopping, never wanting to stop until I towered over the Cult. Ten fucking feet tall, ten fucking tons of unstoppable muscle and cock! At last. I did not know when the Cult's maddening orgy stop, only that it did. They were all on their knees, drenched in cum and gaping at the sight of me standing before them. As they should, I was their god! I was their fucking muscle god! I could do anything, anything! At long last my body bulged with the monstrous muscles of the wildest of my dreams! So I turned my attention to Mr Hump, the leader of my Cult and the only one who managed to refrain from joining in with the orgy. That did not mean I could not smell the sex on him, so much cum laid in a streak before him now, no doubt from the countless times he blew his load watching my ascension. “I-Incredible,” was all he could say, “To think that all this time, this...” He swallowed, reaching into the folds of his robes. “...this could have been ours.” And there we go, the inevitable betrayal. Did you not think I would not have seen this coming? Did you not think I, your Beast, would not think to question the loyalty of your worship? I lunged at him, my muscles flexing so powerfully as to create shockwaves, tearing into his cloak and pulling it away to reveal a stone slab covered in strange, glowing runes. But something was wrong now, my gigantic fingers could not crush the heretical writings, as if some unstoppable force protected the slab and the traitor who carried in. He was pushing me back, back into the ring, the slab held high as invisible chains formed around my wrists and ankles and pulled me back. I could see more of the writings now, they all had them, sequestered beneath their cloaks only to reveal them at the last possible moment. “Begin the Ritual proper!” yelled Mr Hump to the Cult, “Quickly!” A terrible droning noise drummed into my ears, distorting my vision and forcing me onto all fours. The cock-ring I wore glimmered with the same purple runes found on all the slabs, sapping my strength and draining my muscles for all they were worth. My monstrous biceps were deflating, and rapidly, as were my pecs, my quads, everything! With every second that passed the speed of the theft only accelerated, it would not be long before I would be too weak to fight back the Cult I had empowered so much. “You cannot fight this!” declared Mr Hump, “Just as you cannot stop the coming of dawn! Our ancestors may have failed to drain you of your power, but we... we will succeed where they could not! We will bring about a new world order! No gods, no kings! Only man!” It struggled to even breathe now, so much size having been drained from me that even Maximilian, my 'Champion' outmuscled his god. By the time I exhaled I had been reduced to a mere bodybuilder, barely six feet five and only a few hundred pounds heavy. Not that it made me any less powerful. “You think your pathetic magic can contain me?” I crackled, balling my fists and pushing my shoulders out, “I am your Beast, Mr Hump.” “I AM YOUR GOD!” BOOM! Every cell in my body rumbled with pure power as I flexed every fibre of my being, the resulting shockwave so powerful as to wrench these wretches off their feet. Every last Cultist, Mr Hump and Maximilian included, went crashing into the cavern's walls as if launched from a cannon. Had they not been built like fucking brick houses, the impact would have broken them. I doubted any of them were injured in anyway, only winded. Good, there were far more deserving punishments for them. But first, my muscles. “Impossible!” cried Hump from behind a pile of Cultists. I ignored him as I purged the runes they had carved into my divine cock-ring, unleashing my stolen power and bellowing in ecstasy as my body once again exploded with inhuman masses of unbridled muscle and power. I was growing again, taller and wider and stronger, so much pleasure shooting through my body until I at last I towered over these miscreants like the god I was. Hump was quite some distance away, so instead I turned my attention to the Cultist closest to me. The muscle boy actually convulsed, a vulgar moan slipping from his lips as he fell back in the throes of an orgasm. Every blast, every buck of his hips drained his muscles as he did mine, his juices spiralling into the air and coiling around my fingers at the merest of thoughts. I clenched my fist, squeezing more and more seed from balls that belonged to me. He came harder in kind, gallons and gallons of muscle juice spraying from his cock and joining with the 'glove' of semen I now wore. The Cult had frozen in terror, unable to take their eyes off the scrawny nerd still twitching on the floor. This was the fate that awaited them, pity they would not escape me tonight. Not saying they did not try in the end. With but a thought, I sealed the exits with great walls of stone too heavy even for them to lift. One by one, drop by drop, I overpowered my ancient enemies and sucked the muscle from their cocks. Whenever my cum glove grew too large, I simply wiped the liquid size across my chest, my arms, even my balls, causing those monstrous muscles to grow even further, reaching gigantic proportions in a glorious display of my power. Mr Hump was second to last. “N-No!” he squealed, even as one gigantic paw encircled his waist and wrenched him off the floor like a doll, “This is impossible! You should not be possible! The Ritual... The Ritual is perfect, infallible! This. Is. Not. POSSIBLE!” “I defy your possibilities,” I corrected him, my voice deeper than the mountains themselves, “I am your GOD boy, now you will pay for your insolence.” Of all the Cultists, I felt Mr Hump yowled the hardest as I drained every last drop of muscle from him, only letting go when I had reduced him to the skinny frames typically found on the college's faculty. He was still mumbling to himself, unable to come to terms with his defeat. But I disregard his prattling, there was one last matter to deal with. Maximilian, my 'Champion', was where I had left him, propped up against the wall with nothing but a cheeky smirk on his face. What a shame, after all that had happened... I still really, really liked him. Against my better judgement, I turned my attention to one of the blockaded exits and willed the wall away. “You...” I proclaimed, “You may go.” But Maximilian simply smirked even more. “I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere,” he said softly, “My place is here.” Something insignificant, like a gnat, threw itself against one of my super-massive calves. “FLY YOU FOOL!” hollered Mr Hump, his entire body shaking with emotion, “I'LL HOLD HIM OFF, WARN THE OTHERS, WARN THEM!” One flex, just one, the force of my muscles contracting so powerful as to send Hump hurtling a good seven or eight feet away. When Maximilian still did not move, I reached down and picked him off the floor by his wrist. I was so unbelievably strong now that my former Champion felt about as heavy as a muffin. Holding him in the air before me, that musclebound bodybuilder still managed to look so devilishly mischievous. “Do you really not want to flee?” I growled, gesturing to the door with my chin, “Maybe I really should put you in a rape-rack, that would be something wouldn't it?” Maximilian was so fucking smug god damned it. “You would love that wouldn't you?” he purred, even going so far as to flex his free arm, “Bet you'll love it even more if got to press your face into these muscles until the end of time!” Strangely, even though Maximilian was a fucking twig compared to me, I still wanted that. Somehow, I think he new it. “No!” interrupted Mr Hump from behind us, “This is cannot be! It just cannot be!” “You know,” I continued, staring into Maximilian's brilliant blues, “I almost feel sorry for you, that your Ritual could not contain the Beast.” “Oh about that,” he replied, eyes blazing, “The Ritual always contains the Beast, there's just... one catch.” Maximilian's smirk grew dangerously wide. “It has to be used... on... the Beast.” The stunned silence almost deafened me. Oh no. “Oh yes,” chirped Maximilian. He was getting heavier now, extremely so in fact. I could not keep him dangling before me, not even with both my arms. My strength was not going anywhere, it was in fact jacking up as I put all my muscle into my futile attempt to keep him off cave floor. Try as I might, Maximilian soon planted his feet firmly onto ground and, with an almost nonchalant flick of his wrist, broke the hold I had on him. “That's better,” he said dryly, “Now, kneel.” Craters were smashed into the rock as my knees hit the deck, my gigantic arms falling carelessly to my sides. “I'll be taking that now,” announced Maximilian. I could only watch, stupefied, as he shoved my fucking totem pole of an erection to a side and grabbed the ring wedged around the base. He pulled at it effortlessly, my colossal balls even squeezing through the hoop despite being much too big for the gap, and when the ring reached my swollen cockhead I was immediately overcome by the single most powerful orgasm of my life. Or rather, what felt like the most powerful orgasm of my life. No matter how hard my cock jerked, no matter how hard my hips bucked, no cum came out. All over my body my gargantuan muscles were deflating like popped balloons, collapsing into themselves and surrendering their inhuman power to the cock-ring in Maximilian's hand. Not five seconds later, I was on the ground, having flopped over as the last of my herculean muscles were torn from me like nothing. Maximilian had returned me to the slim, if leanly muscled body I had had when we first met, there was nothing remarkable about me now, my larger-than-average testicles notwithstanding. After having tasted what god-muscles felt like this... this was nothing to me. CRACK! Maximilian just broke the cock-ring clean in two! He was drawing out what appeared to be shimmering white cum from the core, forming it into a sphere he held in one hand. There was a sudden blur of movement from the corner of my eye. Mr Hump had gotten up again, and was throwing himself at Maximilian! Without skipping a beat, the bigger man tossed the now empty cock-ring at Mr Hump, which immediately bound his legs together and caused him to fall flat on his face. “Like I would need a cock-ring to make my dick bigger,” scowled Maximilian, rolling his eyes, “Much less fit something that tiny around my monster dong, of all the things you could have chosen!” Satisfied that Mr Hump wasn't about to go anywhere, he brought the orb of muscle cum down and pressed it into his cockhead. It was almost as if he was feeding it, that gaping cock hole was pulsing now, gulping down the muscle juice and depositing it within his hefty nut sac. “There we go,” chimed Maximilian, as his penis swallowed up the last of the juice, “Now... the best part.” A bellow, deeper and louder than anything I could have made, heralded the growth spurt to end all spurts. The muscular explosion of his body triggered a shockwave that blew me off my feet and all the way to the wall. His arms, in an instant, morphed into supersized world destroyers that sported biceps the size of small cars. As his body swelled beyond all comprehension, shoulders wider than I was tall erupted with inhuman power, muscular mountains fusing into monster traps that barely contained the growing pillar passing for his neck. Maximilian's lats were next, smashing out from either side of him and knocking his arms apart. A pair of heaving, violently-flexing monstrosities had burst from where his pecs once were, growing so huge and so powerful, fuck! Below him, his freak-show abdominal muscles had grown to the size of anvils, and they were still getting bigger! Each fucking boulder must have weighed more than my entire body! And then his quads, already thick and sculpted, hulked out beyond reason. Sheer mountains of unbridled muscle smashed against each other and pushed his stance even further apart. Maximilian was shooting up now, stretching wider and packing on more and more size. His body was growing even huger, even more heavy with muscle! His cock, his glorious hulk of a cock was morphing into the single most muscular organ in the fucking universe! So much size, so much iron-like muscle! Fuck! As his body inexplicitly doubled in size, the Beast raised his herculean arms as much as he could and brought them down for the most muscular flex of my life. The shockwave from all his muscles clenching at once shattered the walls of the Iron Hall, vaporising stone and shattering the Cult's final defences. All at once the Cultists came for their lives, shimmering wads of cum blasting from their cocks and draining their muscles of even more size. And then Maximilian was exploding. Unrestrainable. Uncontainable. Unstoppable. With every second, a thousand upon thousand pounds of rock hard muscle erupted from his being. The Beast had unleashed an unceasing torrent of flesh and brawn and sinew from his body. He was morphing, changing, hulking out beyond mortal comprehension! In less than a minute he was huger than everything, his immense limbs tearing through rock and concrete and steel as they packed on ridiculous amounts of muscle and power. His entire body was reaching epic proportions, his very legs plunging through the earth's crust and triggering violent earthquakes across the university's entire campus. His monster pecs had blown up to the size of blimps, gigantic and monstrous, as befitting the muscle god he was growing into. Still exploding like a fleshy volcano on steroids, Maximilian's gargantuan torso smashed through the Manor above us, every muscle cell in his being growing much too huge and much too monstrous to describe! Before long, the sheer immensity of his muscles had saw the lower half of his face consumed by oversized traps. Not five seconds after, Maximilian smashed his way through the planetary crust, exposing the moonlight and causing the earth to crack and quake. His behemothic traps surged through the surface, quickly followed by his planetoid pectorals and the juggernaut shoulders heaving on either side of him. He was spreading his legs now, slowly and monumentally, the sheer massiveness of his great form crushing buildings and leaving great rents in the earth. Between his titanic thighs dangled a perfectly flaccid penis reaching all the way down to the ruins of the Hall. The smell was rapturous, intoxicating beyond reason, so much so that despite the best of my efforts my body simply refused to move. I could see it even now, an almost literal roadmap of veins shaking across the tremendous shaft, and when my god finally came it was as though a nuclear explosion of semen had taken place. Somehow, I had managed to find one of Mr Hump's expensive wood doors. It had fallen from the Manor above, and I had grabbed a hold to ride out the tsunami of semen gushing to the surface. I vaguely wondered if drinking this cum would turn me into a muscle-hulk, but given that I was barely clinging onto consciousness, that was not a theory I could put to the test. Hours, perhaps days, must have passed as I flittered between sleep and the waking world. I was still on the door, my body half submerged but growing no bigger, my brain growing just cognizant enough to pick up smatterings of nearby events. Maximilian, like the great Beast he was, had savaged the surrounding lands and attracted the attention of the government. An unstoppable juggernaut of unadulterated power, he was swatting jets out of the air and taking nukes to the chest like they were made of nothing. To make matters worse, it was clear even to my addled brain that the nukes were making him bigger, as if he was absorbing their power and converting it all into pure muscle mass! Some more time passed, and I flickered back to consciousness to see him smashing through a fleet comprising many of the world's greatest navies. He had flooded the world, he must have, and grown so huge in the process he was submerged only to his crotch in cum! What battleships still floated were throwing everything they had at him, but they might as well have been toys in a bathtub. To make matters worse, he had somehow summoned forth monstrous penis tentacles from the sea of cum. Like the very krakens of legend, they flooded ships with cum and devoured seamen by the hundreds. I slipped away, and when I returned it was to a raging ocean raining cum and my muscle god in the throes of a substantial growth spurt. The cum that flooded the world reached only to his knees! He couldn't have been more than a hundred miles away either, and yet I could still make out every mammoth fibre exploding out with gigantic new size. Savage were the seas and limited was my strength, when I passed out again it was all I could do to consign myself to fate, my fingers releasing the raft I had been clinging to and allowing my muscle god to claim me at last. *** As was customary, I greeted this morning as I did all others – with a yawn and a stretch and an intent to roll right over so I could continue my adventures through dreamland. Try as I might though, this morning's sun seemed hell bent on squeezing its way through my eyelids, so I went and grabbed Maximilian's muscly arm, pulling it over my face such that I could use one heavy bicep as an eye mask. For a time, all was right with the world. Now maybe if I snuggled a little harder to that deliciously big man I'd be able to get right back to where I was watching him- “AAAAHHHHHH!” I screamed, all but propelling myself off the mattress and smacking painfully onto the floorboards. Maximilian... Maximilian was there, next to me, in my bed, naked and musclebound and pitching a fucking circus tent with my blanket! He was already awake, no doubt having been startled up by my squealing, his volcanic blue eyes smouldering behind half-closed eyelids. “Morning sexy,” he murmured from over the edge, that cheeky smirk brimming with pearly white teeth, “Had a good night now did we?” I was still spluttering by the time that gorgeous hunk hauled me up, entrapped me a pair of hulking arms, and then rolled over to one side so he could lock my slender legs with his fucking juggernauts. “B-But,” I managed, my face red from getting squashed into those giant pecs, “How?” “Easy,” mumbled Maximilian, “Crush the resistance, flood the world with cum, and then erect your pleasure palace somewhere warm so your minions can make do with loincloths and sandals.” That smug bastard was getting really smug up there, I could almost feel his smirk splitting his face into two clean halves. “Then... why me?” Maximilian chuckled – a deep, reverberating sound. “Because you're my Champion of course!” he beamed, “As you have been since the very beginning of the cycle, when you first rescued me from a rockfall that would have otherwise prevented the awakening of my powers.” “Would you believe me if I told you I was the scrawny weakling back then?” teased Maximilian, “I still remember the day I watched you towering over me, clad in nothing but an animal-skin loincloth wrap, bulging muscles glistening with sweat! Your balls were utterly massive even then, and every incarnation of you thereafter had been more than capable of drenching a room when you got really horny.” My Beast squeezed me so tightly I actually forgot to breathe for a few moments. “I've missed you so much Branson. All those years without the warmth of your touch, the caress of your voice! You remember that statue you saw back beneath the Manor, the one you swore resembled you in every way?” “Well, that was you, one hundred and sixty-seven cycles ago. I had carved it with my bare hands when the loneliness grew too much to bear, and then brought it with me when I finally broke out a couple of years back. Did you know they had imprisoned me in this gigantic golden dildo? The whole thing was enchanted to prevent me from using any magic unless it was to grant the wishes of whoever managed to take me up their butts!” He squeezed me even tighter for several more minutes, nearly making me cum from the sheer strength in his arms and chest alone. When he finally did let go, it was all I could do to flop over onto my back, my throbbing cock pulsing so angrily I was so sure it was ready to burst. “What happens now?” I panted, “And why am I not feeling completely overwhelmed by everything that's happened?” “Heh,” chuckled Maximilian, “It's because you already know me and the shenanigans I get up to. Ever wondered why you functioned so normally when there were Uber drivers driving into things at the mere sight of me? “And remember how you strolled into my suite back at The Glory Hole and then barely batted at eye at the dozen or so muscle-boys I had used for my warm up? Their gaping butt-holes were literally overflowing with cum, and then you waddled right over them as if that was a common club occurrence!” “Not to mention how you're not the least but offended by the fact I both used and deceived you to destroy the Shadow Cult, just so I could avoid even risking another ten thousand years of imprisonment.” Somehow, not even the revelations astounded me. It was almost as if... “...you've been through all this before.” Maximilian finished, a big fat grin splitting his face in two. Maximilian was reaching for my temples now, his powerful fingers almost sparkling with magic. I immediately knew what he was about to do, so I reached up and grabbed him by the wrists, not because I knew I had the strength to stop him (I didn't), but because I knew what would happen if they had reached me. “Oh?” Maximilian purred, the thunderous build up of raw excitement barely contained, “This is new.” “I don't want them,” I stated, referring to my old memories, the ones he had always put back into my head at the beginning of each cycle, “Not now, at least.” “Do tell me why before I lose control and jump you,” breathed my Beast. I could almost feel it now, the prospect of something new after all these years was driving him truly wild. “I want to get to know you again,” I said simply, granting Maximilian a big-ass grin of my own and nearly causing him to blow his load in my blankets. “C'mon,” I continued, clambering over him so I could get off the bed and then grabbing his massive hands, “I think a morning breakfast date is in order here.” That monster was slavering now, his fearsome gaze betraying a hunger, a need, to please me while he still controlled his incredible power. “What after?” he growled, drool dripping from his chin as I pulled him toward the door, “Tell me... please, I can only get so erect.” I grinned him another grin, doing my very best to imitate the lewd smirks he was so known for. “Then you're going to show me, first hand, just why they call you... the Beast.”
  17. This is my first ever story. I really welcome any feedback. Please be gentle. Part 1 and 2 (updated) ______________________________________________ Part 1 XXL BIRTHDAY SURPRISE For my birthday my friends promised me a night I would never forget. We headed to the airport and checked in the Airline that flew us to Austin, Texas. Seated in first class the surprisingly all male and athletic looking stewards approached wearing tight and revealing uniforms that showed off their perfect and tight physique and barely covered their massive bulges (yes it seemed like everyone of them was either heavily equipped, sporting a semi or stuffed a big sock down there). They asked what the group wanted to drink. Everyone ordered and then it was my turn. This really huge steward came up to me with a smile and I jokingly whispered “I’d like to have your huge cock”. The steward just kept on smiling broadly, leaned forward unbuckled my seat belt and brought me back to the gallery. He pulled the curtains, made sure no one was following us and started playing with his jumbo bulge, leaned against the wall and told me… ”it ain’t gonna suck itself, get down there” and so I did. I opened the belt, the jeans and then pulled them down. I couldn’t stop getting aroused by the heavy masculine smell of a worn jockstrap. I put my nose on it and started to take the huge and seemingly growing bulge into my mouth and started massaging it with my the jockstrap down and was hit in the face by a massive and beautiful cock. I looked up and said “8.5 inches?” - the steward replied “close. It’s 9.5 fucking inches.” What a great start to my birthday. _____ We landed at about 7:30pm and a limousine pulled up with a back sticker on it saying “Everything is bigger in Texas”. Out of the limousine came the driver wearing a skin tight tuxedo that left nothing to our imagination and he came around to open the door for us. The driver’s name tag read Carlito, was a short but inhumanly muscular bodybuilder and had a cock so huge that it produced an obscene bulge. As each guy entered the car they took a good look at Carlito, but no one said anything but me. I opened my mouth and asked politely, “may I” pointing to his huge bulge. Carlito reciprocated, “No, get in”. Feeling ashamed that I even asked something as bluntly as that, I pouted as we drove to the city. The other guys were laughing, drinking having a good time but I felt bummed that I missed my chance at something so hot. Suddenly the car stopped and the passengers door was opened. Carlito asked if anyone needed to use the restroom. His eyes were glued to me as if to invite me to join. The guys all declined so I happily chimed in and told him good idea. On my way out Carlito started smiling, leaned into my ear and said, “now It’s your turn sexy fucker”. Luckily the place was deserted, we went to the nearest restroom and locked the heavy door. Now that we were alone, I reached down into my pants and found that my own huge cock was rock hard. Carlito made big eyes, leaned back onto the wall and I stepped up in front of him and kneeled down. The bulge was even bigger now than I remembered it. Slowly I started undoing his pants and taking out what looked like a morphed version of a monster cock. “Fuck you are huge”. Carlito just smiled and closed his eyes. I was wetting the cock with my hungry tongue and started massaging his balls. They seem really full and heavy at the size of small oranges. Carlito’s cock keeps growing until it’s at a 90° angle pointing straight at me. It must be as thick as a coke bottle by now and longer than the steward’s cock. “Holy shit. I thought you were a shower and not a grower. This cock must be way over 10 inches.” With that I tried to suck the cock head but it was a huge challenge so I had to use both my hands to jerk off his huge cock. I was in heaven as the longer I sucked and massaged his cock the bigger it seemed to grow. Impossible I thought. All of a sudden Carlito turned around and said “Fuck me right now”. I was disappointed for a little bit until I saw his massive and hard muscled glutes. With some spit I rimmed Carlito’s hot ass and went with my tongue in and out hearing that he likes that grounds with pleasure. I reached back into my pocket and took out my XXL condom, slipped it on my cock and put the cock head towards his hungry hole. I slowly inserted the first 4 inches. Then some more until I was halfway in. And then I started rocked my hip back and forth and he arched his neck up to look at me. Carl had a huge cock but he couldn’t remember the last time he was fucked so deep by a bodybuilder built like me and a cock as big as mine. The two of us bumped ass to cock for about 7 minutes before I blew a massive load deep inside Carl’s ass… ...and as I said to Carl ”do you like it, do you like the way I feel, do you like my huge muscle body pressed onto yours….” Carl leaned back and whispered… “I like how you move but I’m nowhere near finished. I didn’t cum yet.” Just then one of my friends came up to the restroom and asked “are you guys ok in there? We need to hurry up as we cannot miss the dinner”. I thought what a shame, I am dick deep in the biggest bodybuilder ass, cum flowing out his ass cheeks and he was even about to return the favor. I slowly pulled out inch after inch and then said “we will continue this. I can’t get enough of you”… Carl paused for a moment and said…”we will meet again pretty soon. I am sure about that”… I looked Carl directly in the eyes and said “hopefully sooner than later”. I leaned in for a kiss and Carlito returned the favor. What he did next was the hottest thing. While kissing he started hitting a most muscular pose. His body exploded in muscles. Veins visible. As I was still kissing him my hands had to do the work of exploring and worshiping his body. It almost felt like he was growing with every new flex he was doing. My cock was rock hard again. Was I dreaming or was he really growing? I broke the kiss and looked at the naked huge bodybuilder in front of me. What a sight. I sadly had an appointment with my friends so I walked back to the car and Carl just stood there with his massive erection and pumped up huge body. With one last jerking movement and one last look at my huge ass he tried to get dressed. Yes the pumping and flexing really made Carlito grow. Luckily for both of them they had to leave and stop flexing. Otherwise Carlito wouldn't know how big he would have grown. He also went back and squeezed himself into the car and drove off. After only a couple of minutes he pulled up to the restaurant and we got out. For some unknown reason to us Carlito stayed inside the car but made sure to hand out his personal card to me without the others noticing and then drove off. I really hope I will see this guy again. Was he really growing back there? We entered the restaurant and I knew, whatever happens tonight, it was already a birthday I will never forget. ______________________ NEW (03-07-18) Part 2 AIRLINE DELAY Our ride to the airport was smooth and gate check uneventful. Sadly Carlito was busy that morning so he couldn’t drive us. But I sure called him and asked for a ride back. It was the waiting in the executive lounge that got me all horned up. There were two huge bodybuilders waiting with us that i recognized as Iain Valliere and the other was his Russian twin brother from another mother Andrey Skoromny. They were both chatting about supplements and their newest gains. Just then the airline announced a 2 hour delay and apologize for any inconvenience. My friends decided on taking a nap at the VIP lounge, but I was to riled up and couldn't fall asleep. I also overheard a conversation between Iain and Andrey about using the time and letting off some steam at the airport gym and sauna. Before hearing their decision I made me way to the gym, knowing they will follow behind me. I thought it would be a good idea to stack up on some protein shakes before the gym and so I went to the nearby supp store. That’s when they caught up to me and apparently had the same idea as me. Waiting in line to pay my goods out of nowhere Andrey commented on my physique and asked if I also competed. I felt flustered but replied that I didn’t and only aimed to grow bigger. We chatted some more until it was my turn to pay. Outside I waited for them to say goodbye and that it was nice to chat with them. This time it was Iain to ask me if I was not also on the same airline that had a 2 hour delay. I grinned and answered with a short yes and then told them that I was about to use that time to relax my muscles at the gym’s sauna. Iain looked at Andrey, they both smiled broadly and told me that I should join them as they were also heading that way. Of course I willed in to that offer and the three of us walked to the airport gym. We all entered the locker room to find it empty. Andrey was the first to peel down his pants to reveal a sweaty bulge. The jock he put on at the hotel was wet and formed around his swollen cock. When he pulled his jock down his erection snapped down then up slapping him in his taught 8 pack abdomens. I caught that action, but Iain was too busy on his cell phone arranging a pick up from their arrival at their destination. The look on Andrey’s face was pure evil. He grinned at me and stepped forward. He grabbed my crotch through the jeans I was wearing. As expected I was rock hard. We stepped into the shower stall and tore what remaining clothes we had on, off. Andrey leaned in and whispered into my ear. “We saw you checking us out and listening to our conversation. Want to find out whose is the bigger guy? Iain’s or me” I was stumped. Andrey called Iain over and told him to drop his pants. He did and to the pleasure of both of us Iain was not wearing briefs. So, his cock, erect as usual, was pointing straight out. Andrey walked over to Lain and stood alongside him. It was time to settle this debate. I walked over and sat my big muscled ass on the bench. Both guys walked over to me. I looked straight ahead. I really wanted to get this right. I looked at both of them and then down to their cocks, taking each cock in my hand and wrapping my palm around each shaft. It felt good and my own cock grew slightly. Andrey’s cock was thick. The veins that lined the underside were pulsing with blood. The head of his cock was translucent. Small blue veins shown slight and they were pulsing. The black trimmed pubic hair was cut close to showcase his heavy balls. The left one hung lower than the right. Iain was next. I reached up and grabbed it. I got a feeling in his stomach that made me lean back and then forward. Iain's cock was thick, not fat. The kind of cock that when you are at the urinal and you look to your left you think to yourself, that’s impressive. Damn. His hand formed the letter C and when he grabbed it. His fingertips were no where close to touching. The warmth from his dick made me sweat. Judging the girth alone it pained me to say but Iain won this contest hands down. Next was the length and the only way to judge this contest was to open wide and have each guy shove their cock to the back of my throat. Andrey went first and it slid in really easily and in less than a second I felt the cock slid down to the back of my throat. I gulped and it slid down even further. Andrey pulled out and Iain stepped up. My mouth was ready. The head of Iain’s cock touched my lower lip when a fourth guy walked into the locker room and sat alongside me. It was elite athlete and IFBB Pro bodybuilder Kevin Jordan. He had watched the whole thing from the lounge at the other end of the shower room and said the only way to fairly determine the winner was to have him do the judging. With that he pulled a cloth tape measure from his briefs and ordered each one of the guys to line up. Andrey stood tall, shoulders back and Kevin measured 7.75 inches long and close to 6 inches around. Next Iain stepped up and Kevin said “no contest here you are easily 7 or more inches.” Lain cleared his throat and said simply, “7 1/2 in girth Kevin, 7 1/2”. Kevin took the measuring tape from cock base to tip and measured a clear 8 1/2 inches. Feeling good he smirked at the other two and I was next. I stepped before the judge and Kevin dropped the tape measure. When he came back up my erect cock hit the top of Kevin’s head and in one move Kevin opened his mouth and placed his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me forward. The cock felt good in his mouth. Kevin knew how to suck cock. The slurping sounds and hot breath made me even harder. The other two guys started kissing and rubbing each other’s chest. Kevin was deep on my cock when he pulled out and grabbed the tape measure, first the length 9 1/2 inches and then the girth 8 solid inches. “Fuck” he yelled…”dude that cock his crazy long and thick. Clearly you are the winner up to now.” I replied easily, “I know that but the contest was between my two buddies.” With that the elite athlete and IFBB pro bodybuilder Kevin Jordan stood up. He dropped his briefs and what fell forward startled all three of us. Iain took a step back and I looked towards the ceiling. When I brought my head back down to look at it, Andrey was on his knees with what seemed to be a baseball bat fucking the back of his head. He was being skull fucked by a battering ram. He pulled his mouth off the swollen cock and sat back on his hands. Kevin took his own manhood into his hands and stroked out a load that was epic. Thick milk covered the floor. All three were in awe. With that release, Kevin took a step back turned and said “sorry guys’ the clear winner is walking away. My 11-inch dick and I need a shower. If you are not still in shock feel free to join otherwise can someone please clean up my load…” ..to be continued ?
  18. gobiology

    Magic isn't real (part 1)

    Oh, hey. Sure, you can buy me a drink. Thanks. Hmm, you think there’s an aura about me? Why do you say that? There’s something about me that seems different…that, feels different? Yeah, let me explain some things. Some of you would call it magic, or godly powers, or something stupid like that. Not saying you’re stupid, but the ideas are. Kinda. You hear of these people who can squat 1000 lbs, or have 20 inch biceps, or cannot get sick, or something else that seems cool that you wish you can do…and then you try to figure out how they did it. Those things fall, sorta, within the normal realm of human possibility. But what about those people who get hit by a truck and survive? What about those people who somehow hit growth spurts in their 30s and 40s and gain inches…everywhere? What about these people who seem to fly, or can lift anything they want, or cum a gallon or more? That shit is clearly made up, right? Or, as we humans like to attribute such things, it’s clearly the work of magic? Y’all watch those Avengers movies and think that’s all made up, because it can’t be real…. I’m here to let you know that it’s not magic. It’s science. And I tell you that because I’m one of those…well, freaks, if you will…and I know how I do what I do. You see, I have a gift. It took me a while to figure out my gift, but I got it none-the-less. I’m calling it a gift because it’s actually possible for any of you to do this – but, for whatever reason, I can and you can’t. I have the ability to change your body to, well, a lot of things. Not everything. I can’t make you a fish, and I can’t make you 30 feet tall, and I can’t make you sprout an extra cock. I’ve tried, it doesn’t happen. Without going into too much detail, we are the product of two things: the environment around us, and our genetics. Nothing is one hundred percent one or the other. Why are you short? It could be your genes, but it could also be your environment. It could also be both, which sucks, but such is existence. I can’t do much about the environment, but I have the ability to influence your genetics. No, I don’t rewrite your body’s genetic code, but I can mess with your genes’ expression rates. There are these funky chemicals we give off, called pheromones, that help dictate gene expression. Again, I don’t understand this part, but I can control which pheromones and gene regulators I secrete into the environment around me. You sniff them in, you absorb them through your skin, and boom. I am now changing your genetics. The skin’s the best, though – direct contact. I’m also pretty good at detecting pheromones, which is weird for guys. We don’t typically pick up on this stuff as well as women do. That’s why they’re always ‘oh, I have a bad feeling about this person,’ and all that catty shit. They’re reading pheromones. Maybe it’s because I can deal ‘em, I can detect levels of pheromones being given off. Some of them are hormones excreted by your skin, which aren’t in high doses, but I can tell. Yeah, I can sniff if someone’s in heat or got performance issues or even if a person’s got cancer. That lady over there, talking to that guy who wants nothing to do with her? Her FSH is off – the – chart. Oh, you don’t know what that…nevermind. I don’t know how many of you took high school biology, but let’s summarize a whole lot of shit you don’t remember succinctly: fucking with genes takes a long time, because there are lots of things going on. If I walk past you and release the chemicals to make your muscles grow, you aren’t going to gain 30 pounds in the next three seconds. That’s not possible, and your heart couldn’t handle it. I can’t make you gain ten feet in height, because your body couldn’t handle pushing blood up fifteen feet into the air. There are limits to these things, ok? Science is science. I just can fuck with what science lets me. Oh, you don’t believe me? Ok. Let’s do an experiment or two. It’s gonna take some time, so you gotta be patient. See that guy over there? The one talking with that tall guy having one too many Guinesses? He’s trying to gym consistently and he wants to gain some muscle. How did I figure that out? You’d expect me to say I can “read minds,” but that shit ain’t possible. Ever try to figure out your own thoughts? Yeah, exactly. He’s like 5’5”, maybe 100 lbs, and he’s wearing a LVFT shirt. People who don’t lift, or want to lift, typically wear that. Shall we verify? Told you. Oh, I said he has a nice brand of shirt and he smiled and said he’s been hitting the gym for about a month. He’s frustrated that the growth isn’t as fast as he’d like. Why did I touch him on the arms? Ah, you weren’t paying attention, were you? Touch is the best way to deliver the pheromones. I got them to concentrate on my left hand, so when I asked to see his progress – yeah, he’s trying – I had an excuse to feel his arm and, boom. I had to apologize for having a “sweaty palm,” cuz I left his arm wet. I made sure I poured out a lot for him. Had to have an excuse, so I blamed it on the heat. It’s always hot in this bar, which sucks cuz the drinks are good. He said he comes here regularly, so I said I’d get him a drink the next time I’m here and he is too, which is next Thursday. Yeah, conveniently a week from today, no? I’m pretty sure you’d want to come back to see if I’m full of shit or not. For full blown muscle growth, it typically takes a few weeks to see pounds of muscle mass to be gained. Wait, you think that’s normal? Hell no. A few pounds a year is pretty spectacular. I’m not entirely sure – I will need to smell what he’s giving off next week – but I think I gave him enough for thirty or so pounds. That’s a lot, and he’ll be showing. What’s in this for you? Well, I told you an experiment or two. You’re the second experiment. I can’t figure it out from what your body is dumping off, but your testosterone, hGH, FSH, dihydroxytestosterone, LH, progesterone and androstene levels smell normal. Doubting there are enzyme deficiencies. So, I’d guess you’re packing what? 6 inches? Something about average? Yeah, I figured. Oh, oops. Sorry if I’m being too loud – I do like this Jaegermeister shit. I like these, um, discrepant events? You think one thing is the case, while I’ll show you’re wrong. Yeah, this works for doing other things, too. I’m still not great at the cancer thing – but I’m working on it. If I figure it out, yeah, the medical community is gonna know. What about my body? Oh, I’ll explain that later. Sad story. So, while we’ve been here, I’ve been pouring out as many of those hormones as I could. Hormones, pheromones, eh, they basically do the same thing. I’m giving you some other fun things that only target your dick. This will be a bit more entertaining, because you’ve been sniffing it for the past thirty minutes. It’s stuck on your clothes. You’ll keep absorbing it after I say goodbye. If I’m not full of shit – and I’m not – I’ll see you in a week with a bit more stretching your pants than I can feel right now. Yeah, it’ll take time, just like my muscle man project over there. Oh, I’m good to go home – I live within walking distance. See you next Thursday.
  19. FREaky

    Muscle Sighting by F_R_Eaky

    Muscle Sighting by F_R_Eaky The whirring of a computer, the green light on the camera comes on... ... .... "Ok...recording this so I have something juicy to tell all my bois back home. So I started my freshman year here at this college at an odd time, the summer semester, but DAMN! What a hot way to start and I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather. Well, I am, but I'm not. I'm talking about the guys and how they dress for the weather: in shorts and usually no tops. It's a good thing I'm not majorly hung or everyone would know what I'm packing nearly twenty-four and seven. "Anyhow although there are tons of hot Hot HOT HAWT! guys here with various sized bodies from thin mints to chocolate chunks or rocky roads, I've just got to tell you about one guy I saw. He's not the biggest dude I've ever seen. He's kind of tall, 6' 1" probably, like only two-three inches taller than me. He's slim, but kind of has a swimmers build you can just see some pumps and plumps from under his shirt and pants, and his feet look kind of big as well. Just enough when moves or bends it reveals some shapes as his shirt or pants pull tight. So truthfully not a body to write home about, but his face....oh my gawd, his face. ... ... ... "He's like a model, but not. He has that perfect combination of a square and round head, like very square at the jaw line, but completely round, ball like if he shaved his head. Strong chin, high cheek bones, and he's sporting about a two day scruff of beard. His lips are full and pillow like, but not overly thick or wide so that they look inflated, just handsomely soft so you really imagine that you want to kiss him. Nice straight arrow shaped nose, a good medium width to the bridge, right between his eyes... ... ... Good gawd those eyes...sharp, bright, in showing off quickness, intelligence, observation, but deep in their color and mesmerizing to behold. I could stare into them for hours. ... ... ... "Anyway those eyes are topped with thick feathery eyebrows that are still perfectly shaped over his brow and all of his face is framed by this thick mane of hair that hangs just above his shoulder and in a devil-may-care, wind-blown kind of style that makes one just beg to run his fingers through. Fuuuuuuck... I'm poppin' a woody just describing him, thinking about those eyes. ... ... ... "Augh... (low whistle)... so... where was I? Oh yeah, so I ran into this guy coming out of the Bursar's office. I guess he was finishing paying off for his degree or probably registering and all for his masters. I assume it's his masters as he looks to be about mid to late twenties. I was going in the wrong way as he was coming out. We blocked each other's path, I looked up at his face, the moment hung there for a bit, we both chuckled, he said, "Excuse me" - in this wonderful low baritone voice, and I stepped aside allowing him through. I should've given him my name, my number, something because I can't stop thinking about him, but...I'm a little stick twink; I'm sure he wouldn't give me the time of day. Anyhow... I'm gonna take care of this boner." ************************************************************************* "Holy shit... ok so you'll never guess who I ran into today... ... ... again! Yeah, Mr. perfect I described to you a couple of days ago. It must have been poor lighting in the Bursar's Office, but much brighter and clearer in this lil' bistro, because he is looking finer than I remember. His face is still as gorgeous as I described it, but the body I don't think I described correctly. First off he is tall... well just that beginning side of tall, you know what the tall men's' clubs start at around 6' 2 - 3". He's right at that point where you begin to look at a man and say, 'Damn, he's tall.' I imagine his feet are the same, can't see much through the sneakers, but his hands look pretty big and mitt like, and usually feet match hands so... ... .. "But he has an athlete's body. Like a European football or soccer player? You know just enough that his clothes show some peaks and valleys. Enough for his pecs to have that crescent shape and if he ran you could see a little bounce to them. Arms that almost fill the sleeve cuffs to full, with enough back and shoulders to stretch his shirt a lil' bit. He's tight enough around the waist that his shirt hangs all baggy there, with his belt and pants' waist band pulled in tight just below what has got to be a smooth six pack. You know, the kind that just has the slightest traces of all of his abs and oblique muscles. "And then he's got the tightest, compact, lil' bubble butt. When he's still it's like not much to look at, but when he moves... oh... you can see the pop and bulge and a rock back and forth in his jeans. You know he's firm enough to grab on to. Likewise his thighs and calves. You know he's got some size, and you just kind of hope his pants get wet so you can see their shape. ... ... ... Who am I kidding? You kind of hope all of him gets wet just to see the fabric cling, or him take it all off to dry. ... ... ... Speaking of wet...I need to take care of something." ****************************************************************************** "Oh man oh man oh man oh man... ... ... ... fuck-fuck fuck-fuck fuck Fuck FUCK! ... ... ... "Ok.... so I ran into HIM again. I've got to tell you, some places must have some serious piss-poor lighting or something, because I just don't know how the hell I missed all of this before. He looked so much smaller a week or so ago. So, I'm walking into the post office when coming out the outside next to me is THAT guy...and man is he big. I mean he attracts some serious attention, especially from my cock. whew.... "So I don't know how but I miss judged his height. Seeing him come through the doorway the guy has to be at least pushing the 6' 5 - 6'6" range. There was like only two to three inches of room between his head and the top of the door frame. And his body.... oh my gawd his body... "He is jacked. His muscles are popping when moving and flexed, large but sleek when relaxed. He has got some size and good definition. His shirt was at least one size too small: shoulders and back stretching it out, add the chest and it's pulling his collar wider open than it should be for a polo. Two really thick crescents are stretching the front of the shirt with clear nipple poke-age. They are large enough I know he's got to be able to bounce them. Like John Cena in that Hefty commercial. Lord I want to just scream 'Hefty! Hefty! Hefty!' at him. His arms are not only a descent shape and size, but they've got that run going... that vein that travels from back of hand, around the forearm, up and across the bicep and into the delts. And his arms flair out a lil' bit due to his lats which are just spreading out and attached to his tight waist that has some definitely defined abs. I know because his shirt hem was riding just above the waist band of his pants. As he walked and his shirt pulled you could see the bottom of his abs... ... ... and the top of a lil' love trail that leads to.... I don't know but if hands and feet were actually the kind of hinting clue the ladies say they are, he'd have himself a goodly sized member - both length and girth wise. "Hmmmmm so any way...His ass is gripping his jeans. There is no doubt you could bounce quarters off those two mounds, and his thighs only make his bubbled butt more pronounced as their biceps belly comes out and then cuts back in to make an awesome valley between butt cheek and thigh top. And his calves fill the bottom of the jeans leg almost so the fabric doesn't move when he walks. It also didn't help that his pants hem only came down to about an inch above his ankle. Which is fine because it gave me a good look at his shoes. Brand new sneakers - I mean totally brand new and they go about two inches beyond a floor tile length. "I don't know how I've missed it all this time. I mean how tall he is and how jacked his body is. It's like personal trainer kind of build, ya know. Hmmmmmm gawd, how I'd love to lift his bar. I'm gonna have to remember to have my cell phone out and handy so I can take pictures of him to send my friends. They will never believe me." ****************************************************************************** "Home late today. Traffic jam due to an accident and it had the highway blocked on all lanes one way. Construction has the next three exits in front of me, between me and the wreck, and the last four exits behind me closed off, so we're all sitting here on a hot, summer afternoon, doing our best impersonation of a used car lot. Most of us have got our cars turned off to save on gas and overheating, and you will never guess who is the car spot just in front of me and to my left... ... ... Mr. Fuck-me Tallman model that I last saw about three weeks ago. You know, that guy I've been recording about so far all summer. He was there waiting, on a motorcycle, and I have to tell you, holy shit don't things look better in the natural light of the sun than indoors. "So this guy is beyond trainer size, let me tell you. He's more like a wrestler's build, that notch just below an amateur bodybuilder, and let me tell you my eyes are watching him and my mind is screaming in my head, 'Lllllllllet's get ready to TUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!' It was just everything I could do not to unzip my pants, whip out my cock, and start going to town right there. "We'd been waiting for about fifteen minutes and it's around 85 degrees Fahrenheit or 29.5 Celsius, so 'Mr. Big' decides to stop straddling his motorcycle - he looked like he was beginning to dwarf the thing- and he starts stripping. First he peels off his shirt, then he shucks his pants, hopping, twisting, and bending around as he tries to get his massive feet and shoes out of the pants leg as he pulls the pants off. Then he bends over to stuff the clothes in a saddle bag and then stands there for a moment wondering what he's going to do. "As he's pondering, a couple of guys walk by him and he is dwarfing them, really seriously making them look small. Like those men only come up to just the top side of 'Mr. Big's' shoulder, so he's at least a foot taller than them. As the guys walk by my car, I recognize one of them from one of my classes - he's as tall as I am. That means 'Mr. Big' there is fuckin' basketball height material. He's got to be at least 6' 10" tall. "So then he's pacing a lil' bit, and did I mention what he was wearing? He's in a white tank top, which due to his sweating is now wet and clinging to him like saran-wrap, and then he has on a pair of red undergear compression shorts. Holy fuck! It's like almost nothing was left to the imagination!... And good gawd his arms. First off because of his lats which were thick, long, and wide, looking a little like a cobra hood, was pushing his arms up and up away from the body. Second because of the size of his arms: full, meaty, round....they were just pushed up and out. At rest they didn't hang parallel to his torso, to his body, they hung out at an angle from it. And his forearms were thick and hard and covered in the same noticeable veins that traveled across his bi and triceps. If it weren't for the fact that his whole body and upper arms were built equally proportioned with his forearms, he'd look like Popeye the Sailor Man cartoon. "And his chest.... when he breathes is just heaves.... it just swells out there and out there. It looks like it's fucking inflating, but it's rubbery like balloons, it's two solid hard globes that are stretching his tank top top into practically nothing. I mean he nearly ought to be just wearing a tube of fabric around his abs held up with his shoulders by two pieces of string. Ohhhh his shoulders... Every time he got a little uncomfortable he'd roll them with his arms and they just rose and mounded into his next. It was like watching the rise and fall of The Rockies when they were being formed. "But then he'd turn around and his tank top plastered onto him via his sweat like it was paper mache revealed this six pack of abs, each one a perfect bubble rock hard, popping....flexing....rolling.... every time he twisted or bent his torso..... and going around the sides to his back, his obliques were just as defined... all those crevices....all those little mounds packed together.... glistening....like dollar rolls coming out of the over....just want to taste them..... "But then maybe I'd rather bite into his ass. Two rather thick and hard bubbles you want to bite into like an good crisp apple. They move with mesmerizing action with the thighs and hamstring. Oh... the bulge of those thigh biceps whenever he would loosen up by squatting down and standing back up... with a hamstring so taut, so strong I'm certain it could rip his under armor compression shorts straight up the back if snapped. Then he turns around and I can see all those tear drop shapes, like his leg is made up of melting wax or something.... one... two....three.... four huge droplet shapes rolling and bunching on each leg, except one leg.... one leg you couldn't quite see that... "That's because Mr. Big really is Mr. Big! Oh fuck. The man is not just tall, not just jacked and swole, he's hung too. I mean this is a cock of billy-club like proportions. His compression shorts in this case don't compress. They hide nothing of the man's sweet rod. It's there, long, thick, like taking up half his thigh length, and the shadows let everyone know it's veiny and it's uncut. It needs to barrel out a little as well from the crotch area because he's got some serious balls, too. I mean really, if I sucked him off, I think I would actually have a full stomach. "Then when he faced away from me and either squatted or got back on his bike and straddled it one could clearly see his calves pop and throb... huge...heart shaped....that seemed to nearly pump with a rhythm large enough I swear I want them for upper arm size. With his veins it looked like to sacks of pythons squirming and writhing. I wanted to just get out and cup them, hold them, marvel at them, lay down at his feet and worship him. "Oh and I wish we were at the beach and not on the damned highway. Part of the only reason why the calves looked somewhat proportional on him was because his feet looked so damn huge, and I mean really huge. If he had on the usual maximum size sold at the stores, they're way too small. I could see the outline of his toes up front, and sides were being pushed out and down by the width of his feet, while the hole to put his foot in looked like it was tied on to cut off blood circulation. The mouth of the shoe nearly made his ankle muffin top over it. I'm even thinking I may have seen some side splittage. He's got to be a size somewhere around eighteen or twenty? "I sat there watching him for so long... then he sat up like he felt something... like he knew he was being watched. He then stared directly at my car, but I just before picked up my phone and pretended to talk, while shifting my head to root through my briefcase, sifting through files. I don't think he noticed me or that I had been watching him. ooooooh.... "Anyway... I'm going to sign off now... I have a really big wet spot to clean up...." ****************************************************************************** "Ok.... it's just a week before the fall semester starts. I don't know how often I'll be able to send out hunky guy reports once classes begin...but I have got to do this last one for the summer. So I'm in the grocery store getting the last of my food for the month, when I turn the corner to go down an aisle and I am behind... ... ... HIM!.... Oh... my gawd! HIM! Mr. fucking super jacked model that when I first saw him was only seeing him as this kind of short-tall, you know 6'1" - 6' 2", lanky build or so... but he's a fuckin' giant! He's like the hulk! He definitely should be doing some amateur to professional bodybuilding he's just that huge. "His shoulders are so broad and mounding so high, along with his bowling ball like delts, and his back, I swear he was nearly as broad as the whole aisle was wide. His arms flared out from his body and like at forty-five degree angles because his arms were just so massively thick -like the size of my waist!- and his lats were just so spread out....we should call him 'wingman!'. I mean he looks like he's one of those guys in a paraglider suit full open. But he wasn't in a full suit... in fact he was barely in his clothes. He was wearing a shirt I think I saw him in before, but how or why I don't recall it, is a mystery because I shouldn't have forgotten it. It's like he's almost wearing a cropped muscle tank top, but it's a regular shirt, but it had to be one from his junior high school days that he wears to work out in or something because it's just so small and tight on him. The sleeves damn ride up to the middle of his delts. There's a slight tear in the front from the middle of the collar down and the rest of the shirt just hugs, no...damn near conforms to the shape and size of his massive pecs. Auuugh! I mean this guy really can't see his feet his chest is so big. "Oh and those feet should be able to be seen. He was wearing some kind of repaired and home lengthened flip flops that his feet still were too big for and those feet were well beyond a floor tile length...and damn near width. Even with the flip flops on, his feet gave a mighty and low slap-thud as he walked. "But he didn't walk, he waddled. But not an elderly waddle or a gangly waddle... a bodybuilders gait and waddle... you know legs so impressively thick they have to kick them out and roll from the side to walk because there's no space between their thighs. Which along with his very meaty calves were clearly seen as he was wearing a pair of cut off jeans that looked like they too were made from old clothes the really didn't fit him anymore. Oh the quiver and shake of his leg muscles. How they bunched and scrunched, swelled and popped, all these loosey-goosey quivering motions of so many plump and full muscles, but when he suddenly stood still and would accidentally flex a leg.... BAM! Every one of his leg muscles became frozen in time, rock hard, popping is size, sunken in with definition like he was a marble statue of Hercules. "And that ass.... holy fuck! that aaaasssssss.... ... ... If I grabbed a hold of it, just one butt cheek would feel like a fifteen pound bowling ball in my hand. Forget quarters I could've bounced can goods off this man's ass and he'd never have felt a thing. "Then that mighty fine ass curves into his waits... so fucking tight and taut... ... ... every single fucking oblique and abdomen muscle is full, swole, hard, and yet tight and defined as hell. It looks like a brick wall one wants to climb on, while I just want to spend hours, a day!- tracing each and every brick by running one finger through each crevice. "And of course I'd have to go down those crevices...down... down....down.... Oh... to be stopped by that waistband of his, which even as trim and tight as his abs were they were still threatening to pop the button. He's just so tall and big the shorts have gotta be from some time earlier in his life. And if his abs don't destroy the waistband, then his cock - ughmmmmnnn! - his cock is going to burst the zipper, ripping its teeth apart. There was such a bulge on him, I swear it would enter a room before he does. How the hell he isn't dying in pain from the amount of racking those shorts and his thighs had to be doing to his balls, with the long, thick, heavy cock pushing down on them, is beyond me. I mean seriously... I wonder if he passes out as soon as his cock becomes erect. "And then again his height... towering over the grocery store shelves. One of the college jocks walked into the aisle, approaching him from the front and nearly wet his pants upon seeing him. He looked so in awe so in terror of this guy, and then has a look as if to say 'Crap... I am not a man. This guy could take men down in seconds.' And I know who that jock was... not personally, just know him because his on our football team and I keep track of the cute players. Any how this guy is six foot tall and he clearly only just comes up to just over Mr. Big's shoulders. Like right in between his shoulders and his chin. That guy just looked like an adolescent next to the guy I've been running into all summer. Mr. Big nearly looked like he was pushing a toy cart from Lil' Tykes. If he ever steps onto the Mr. Olympia sta..." KABOOM! "Holy shit! I think someone just broke into my apart..." "WHERE ARE YOU?!?" WHAM "AAAAAAUGH!" "There you are, you freak!" "You just kicked in my door!" "No I just slammed my fists onto it. Take a look at me.... TAKE A LOOK AT ME!" "Ye....yeah....yeah you're a giant guy, fucking professional bodybuilder kind of build, and probably strength and....and...good lord you're hung! Why is you shirt open? How is your shirt open?" "Because you made me grow!" "What?" "YOU MADE ME GROW! I'm standing there trying to move as gingerly as possible so as not to tear any of my clothing and suddenly my feet are popping the toe holds of my overly repaired flip flops, my chest expands ripping the front of this shirt straight down in a second, my butt rips out the bottom of these shorts, which were jeans that I had to cut because they became far too tight for my thighs, and my cock and balls have now grown large enough to bust the zipper on the front, not to mention I'm too tall now that even with a trim waist I've popped the button on the waistband!" "B...bu....bu...but I just saw you in the grocery story, things were..." "Yeah that's right you saw me in the grocery story. I was seven fucking feet tall then, but when I got home and had my car unloaded, suddenly I shot up - and out- again. I'm now like 7' 2" or something and you fucking did it to me!" "H...ho...how... how...how.... could I have done this to you?" "I don't know how! But you have to stop it! I've been growing all summer...and growing....and growing....and growing! At the beginning I was only 6' 1" tall! But then.... then I ran into you. Oh, I didn't know or realize at first it was you... I had suspicions... thoughts... after I ran into you in the bistro. I at first shrugged it off and tried not to look a gift horse in the mouth... being a little taller and bit heftier, stronger, more hung... what guy wouldn't like that? But then I grew again after my last trip to the post office, and I realized, I had walked by you on my way out. Suddenly I'm becoming this giant of a man... nothing is fitting anymore. I've got to go by cheap replacements for my clothes so I have something to wear, but I couldn't, why? Because one the rack clothing stops at around the 6'6" range for height and about twenty inches of chest or thigh measurements. I finally found something in the athletics department, while I'm being hounded by school officials wanting to know if I can play on the teams and the disappointed looks when they find out I'm a returning grad student. ... "Then.... then I saw you on the highway. Don't deny it! I knew it was you even though you thought pretending you were on a phone call and riffling through papers would make me not notice you or stop whatever this sick game you're playing is. I get home, park my bike and then suddenly I'm swelling... I'm growing....I'm expanding.... I run to the bathroom mirror just in time to see my eyes, nose, and mouth disappear from my reflection and then watch as my clothes burst off of me and my cock suddenly oozes out more and more from my groin like it was a tube of play-doh being pushed out through one of those factory sets that squeeze the dough out! "And now again today.... I've barely got a stitch of clothing I can wear.... I manage to get myself just decent enough to be able to go shopping for food. Less money to buy new clothes with because my appetite has fucking doubled....Tripled....QUADRUPLED....QUINTUPLED! Fucking quintupled because my height and all this fucking mass of muscle!" "I...I....I.... I...I'm sorry, man.... I'm sorry... I had no idea... I'm not trying to do this to you on purpo..." "YES YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING PERVERT! .... That's what this was all about wasn't it? Some kind of big man fetish. Some kind of uber man who's excessively tall, strong, and hung like a bull." "N...no...n..n...no...NO! It's not like that! I didn't even know..." "SHUT UP! You made me.... you're going to get your fantasy....because I sure as hell am going to get my jollies at least once, somehow....someway.... with what you did to me. Maybe if I have you, you won't be able to make me grow anymore, so get ready. You made me a demi-god, and thus the demi-god is going to pound a twink into oblivion!" "What? AUuuuuuuuugh! Fuck, you just like single handedly tossed me on the be....OOOOOFF! I can't breathe with my face buried into the mattress... I need to sit up straaaa HEY! MY PANTS! MY UNDERWEAR! You can't go ripping..." "Ripping just them off? No of course not..." SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRIIIIIIIIIT! "MY SHIRT! You tore off my..." "And let's just make this look good, shall we? Because who the hell really think it looks awesome for a man to make love or to be fucked in his socks!" "OW MY ANKLE! MY LEEEEEG...." "And now back down on the bed, face down." "Huhh...no...no no no NONONONONO!" "You're flailing against my arm isn't going to do you any good. I'm like a foot and half taller than you, I outweigh you now by probably 330 pounds or so, so just.... stay.... down!" "AUUUUGH!" "The nice thing is....exuding all this power.... makes me so horny....makes my rod reach full erection in like a matter of seconds....." "uuuuuuugh..." "Yeah you feel that? The large kind of ball thing touching your ass and hole. Yeah that's my cock fully erect. And in.... it..... GOES!" "AUUUUUUGH!.....oh..... ahh...." "Hmmmmm fuck yeah....tighter than seran wrap you are....." "Oooooh....." "Hopefully you're deep as WELL!" "fu-UUUUUCK! fuuuuuuuuuuuck....oh shiiiiiit...." "How do you like your fantasy master piece now, you fucking prick?" "uuuh....sooo....big..." "what?" "It's so fucking big... it's just so huge..." "Yeah that's right it is one might fucking ro-OD!" "Hmmm so...so damn thick..." "STOP! Stop that. SHUT UP! Not another w-ORD!" "Hmmmmmmmng....shit! oh....oh...shit..... it's so fucking huge..." "Stop saying that. Why must it be so hu-UGE!" "Because you're so fucking big!" "What no don't say HMMMMMNNNNERRRRRR" "OOOOH FUCK! Getting larger inside of me..... you're fucking hulking out while in me..." "HMMMMMMNNNNN N...N...N...NO NO MUSTN'T SAY TH-HAAAAAAT!" "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh..... so...big....too big..... can't take any more in...in....inSIDE ME! oooh..... becoming so muscular.... can feel the springs giving way in my bed, mattress sinking, flattening over your mass and height...." "STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOP!" creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek....SNAP! CRASH! "Oh...OH! The bed is breaking..... ooooOOOOOOOOO OH! Auch...you're ripping my ass.....If only....if only you could make me grow....." "Hmmmmmmnrgfffff Like.... I.... know....how to.....to.....to do.... that. Just shut up... never describe me... " "But you're...." "SHUT UP!" "OH!.....gawd..... if only it could be like a fantasy.... your cum....makes me grow...." "Well you better grow as large as me, because now, I'm never going to find some-hoo-one....uh huhuhuh.... someone who HOO hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo c..c..cc...cc...cc....can..can...can. CAN....can take me!" "I would UUUGH....love that." "Yeah?....then huh huh huh oooh gawd that feels so.....huh huh huh huh then love.... ooooohhhhhguh.....Love..... aaaaaahhhh huh huh huh huh huh...love...THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!" ************************************************************************ The whirring of a computer, the green light on the camera comes on... ... .... "....ok....muscle growth forum dot com.....name...password... enter.... click here.... click there and.....Alright guys, you are never going to believe this, but have I got news and pictures for you. I just got through working out at the college gym and when I was done and shucking my clothes to take a shower, out of the shower comes these two giant fucking hulks. They've got to be brothers because how else on earth can you have two fucking men so built so huge and so tall. I kid you not... the doorway space... completely blocked by just their feet to their shoulders. I mean they had to really dip to get under the doorway. Not just dip, but dip and twist. Their chest, forget about their shoulders which are huge, but just their chests were wider than the door way. They were so covered in muscle I think they'd make the hulk look small. All this bulging and popping and swelling and rising, covered in criss-crossing line of striation and river like networks of large veins, deep cuts and crevices of definition, muscles so swole you think if you pin prick one they'd pop like a water balloon. Their hands look like they could palm and crush a basketball. Their feet went over I think a couple of tiles. And then they bumped into one another coming through the doorway and had to catch themselves and they accidentally dropped the towels covering them and holy shit! Can we say hung?!? I mean if they were any taller, I could grab their cock and ride it back and forth like a swing. "Any rate.... they're so friggin big, I almost couldn't get pictures of them with my android... they make Lou Ferrigno look like a child... they could be the people to play the Hulk in a live action version of The Hulk. I mean I'm telling you.... ..... ....."
  20. Happy Father's Day by F_R_Eaky Chapter Two: A Pint of Guinness Red Chapter one: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12542-happy-fathers-day-by-f_r_eaky/ Kilterry Pier. There's not a lot to look at or much of it, but during the summer they sometimes have a beach with a life guard watching for swimming, and it's about the closest thing for sea swimming near Limerick, Ireland one can get. Cian (Kee-ahn) Brennan was walking, no, pacing up and down the small pier looking for something, perhaps someone. Finally after his third attempt of walking to the end of the pier, he saw a note that was taped to one of the posts. He opened it up, read it, and then in disgust flung the note from himself like he was tossing a frisbee so hard he hoped it would skip across the Atlantic to Canada. Immediately after there were a series of snickers and giggles coming from the brush and a group of young, college aged men took off running, piled into a car and drove away. Upon hearing the laughter Cain spun his 1.6 meter tall (5' 3"), lithe but well defined frame around to see the back of the car as it left. Flipping his beautiful, red hair that was somewhere between burgundy and pumpkin... just a deep, rich, muted color but one could still tell he was a redhead, out from in front of his sparkling emerald eyes, he screamed at least to one of the young men, "That's right leave ya, wanker! I di'na really want to be with ya anyway! Was gonna call it off, ya ejiot gob-shite!" And taking his sandaled foot, he scuffed the road as hard as he could in a great swift kick. "You look like a man who could use a drink." Cian spun around again and there sitting on one side of the pier was a man with long brown hair, hazel eyes, sort of tall with an average build. "Yeah go on make the jokes about red heads being hot tempered...." "Not at all. Just a warm day and you look angry about something. Figured a drink could help cool you off, at least in one way if not both." Cain stood still for a moment, his head cocked, looking at the young man. Finally he shrugged, "Why the feck not? Not doin' anything else ta'day.... What do ya have?" The young man popped open a small cooler and pulled out a can. "Guinness Red Harvest Stout." "That'll do..." There they were for a few minutes, Cian standing drinking his stout, the young man sitting in his folding chair drinking his. Cian polished his can off in a few brisk minutes. He was angry and he wished there was a bar located here so he could get good and pissed. Not too long after the young man asked him, "So what do you feel like doing?" "What with you? I don't feel like doing anything with anyone. I feel like takin' this can and crushing it between my head and hand, like it's collapsible." "Well, that might hurt, but it's your body." "Naw, I can not do it. Don't have enough strength in my neck or arm muscles to do so. I may looked ripped as hell, but there's practically no muscle." They stood there for a few minutes again in silence, before Cian spoke again. "Look, I'm sorry for making it sound like doin' somethin' with you was not worth my time. No reason for me to be a wanker because some maggot hurt my feelings." "What did he do to you anyway? I didn't even see him come near you." "It was the note... .... he left me...that I flung into the sea. ... .... .... I met him at a club last night. Yeah, I know... a man in his forties headin' out to a club." "I would think you'd be a pub man." "I would, but... .... ....I'm a gay man. Hard to find another one at a pub, sometimes, so I also head out to the clubs still. I'm not trying to find a shillelagh to shag just for the night. I'd like to have a long term relationship. Find someone I like, he likes me, see where it goes. I didn't think he was going to be the one, but when a younger guy comes up and hits on me, a forty-three year old man, it's kind of an ego boost and turn on all in one, ya know? Ach...listen to me askin' you that. I don't even know yer orientation, you don't even know who I am and I'm unloading my burdens like you're some barkeep." "It's alright. Everyone needs an ear to listen once in a while. My name is Lorcan." "Please ta meet'cha. I'm Cian." "So Mr. Arse-Shite hit on you last night, and that took you where?" "Nowhere.... as I just found out. At first he flirtin' with me like I'm the king of the fairies ready to grant him three wishes. Then he makes his move and practically pushes me into a back, dark corner of the pub. Once there we're sittin' in a booth and he's makin' out with me like come the mornin' it's judgment day. At one point I nearly thought we were gonna shag right there. Anyway... towards the close of the club, I'm thinkin' I'm gonna get his name or his number, instead he apologizes to me and says he can't go to my place or bring anyone home for the night as he has an important meeting early in the morning out at Ballylongford for some reason, tourism or something... but he'd be driving on his way back around eleven, and said to meet him here for lunch at noon - a picnic on the beach." "And he turned you down." "Yeah, with a note. A note! Fuckin' gobshite. An' he cannot even be polite about it. Fuckin' writes to me, 'Sorry, I don't date old leprechauns, ya short, elderly bastard.'" "Ouch... that is harsh." "Yeah... drive damn near an hour to get out here for that? I could've stayed home." Lorcan nodded his head in agreement. "So what's a young man like yourself doin' out here?" "I decided to go out to the middle of nothing to get away from all the well wishers for tomorrow." "Tomorrow, what's.... that's right it's father's day. What's wrong with father's day? Recently lose yours?" "No. ... ... ... he lost me. He found out I'm gay." "Oh.... .... ... one of those." "Aye." "So you're no in the mood to hear or see folks celebrating with their fathers right now." "Nope." "Well, picked a fine place to get away from everyone." Cian sat down on the ground next to Lorcan and after a few minutes finally looked up and over to him and said, "So you're out her t'day. What are you going to do tomorrow? That's when most of the guys will be out with their dads." "I'm actually headed to a new friend's house tomorrow. He's an older gay man, not too unlike yourself, no children, heard my story and decided to invite me over. Gives him a chance to cook and we could just talk, play cards, watch the tele, whatever. That way neither one of us has to see everyone celebrating. What are you doing?" "Nothing. Although I was kind of hoping for a weekend long date." "I think that note stated otherwise." Cian smirked, "You think?" and then he chuckled. "Not doing a thing. Both my parents are passed, never married, no kids, so no reason for me to celebrate." Lorcan nodded. "Wanna hang out with my new friend and me? I would need to ask him, but a fellow gay man in the same situation might as well make a group event." "Or our own private support group." Both of the men laughed and then Cian looked out to the sea, pondered for a moment and then said, "Sure, why not. Let me give you my name and number, then you can call him first, then call me if it's alright, and I'll come by, pick you up and we can head there. Deal?" "Deal." and the two shook hands firmly on it. The two sat there for a few minutes more when a glint caught Cian's eye and he stared at a backpack sitting under Lorcan's chair. "What is that?" "What's what? The beach isn't that desolate there's only one thing to see. Cian chuckled, "Smart arse. That thing on your back pack. Looks like some kind of jeweled key fob." "Oh that... that is the most precious thing I own. It's a tiny goblet I discovered near a holy well in my home town. Figured it must have been an offering or some kind of special token. It's a real tiny goblet. Thought to myself, when things are at their lowest and I have no money, I can sell it to a museum or something." "Well, that is an interesting find." "Yeah... it makes things taste better too." "Really...does it now?" "No joke. Here let me pour you another in a cup and you tell me." And with that Lorcan pulled the tiny goblet out of its case, pulled a can of Guinness out of his cooler, grabbed a cup, and proceeded to pour the Guinness into the goblet letting it cascade into the cup. After the can was drained and the cup filled, he handed it off to Cian. "Now tell me if that doesn't taste better." Cian took a swig and then looked at his glass in bewilderment. "That's gotta be some kind of parlor magic trick. You somehow switched ales on me." "Nope. Honest all I did was let it flow over the goblet." "That is amazing." The two sat sipping their ales for a while enjoying the day in quiet when Lorcan suddenly asks, "So what kind of man is mister right for you?" "What, you thinking of applying for the position?" "Ha ha ha ha... no.... just askin'." "I don't know... I'm kind of a paradox. I like bigger guys, but there can be some problems with a short and tall guy, so I kind of like my man to be the same height, although finding short guys like me is a tad more difficult." "So if you could have your fantasy man and it didn't matter the physics and logistics of getting intimate, he would be?" "Tall! ... ... aha....he'd be tall, like nearly a giant." "Like big men do ya." "Well, I've grown up being short all my life. Course I'd like to see or be with the opposite, especially if I could be the top. Taking a big tall guy and making him mine." Cian shifted in his sitting position a bit. He thought the couple of ales and summer heat must be getting to him and he felt like he had a dizzy spell, moment of vertigo. "And would this big man have big hands and feet." "Yeah.... slightly larger than average to body ratio so you can feel them. Like Kodiak paws grabbing you, holding you, while his feet, bare foot, so thick, so muscular, veiny....oooh...." Cian's sandals seemed to become smaller and tighter around his feet. He began to feel his tank top rise further up his abs. "So tall man, with big hands and feet..." "Yes...." Cian closed his eyes and swallowed hard..."Really tall man, like those giant like basketball players, or guys from the Viking legends or American tall tales. uuuuuhhhhh." The tank top bottom rose up higher on Cian's abs, his nips began to rise up, out, and over the tank top's top. One...two of his toes on each foot began to grow between his sandal straps and go past the shoe size. Meanwhile the rest of the sandal became form fitting to Cian's foot, shape and had begun to roll over the sides of the sole. His shorts' hems began to crawl up his thighs. "What about muscle? Super cut and lithe like yourself?" "No....super built, like Mr. Olympia or bigger and extremely cut and shredded. I just oooooh..." Cian felt his pecs swell out just a little bit, pushing the tank top's top out over the abs like a ledge or a shelf, pulling the top further down and threatening to move past his nipples and chest so the tank top suddenly was caught under the pecs and not really hiding them. And the sides began to tear away as Cian's lats began to fill and spread out, while his arms, delts, traps, neck, chest, thighs, and calves began to swell with new found size. "And are they built just for size or do they have maximum strength to them?" "Ooooh.... uhm....maximum strength, really dense, hard muscle, totally shredded, and veiny....uhm.... and....auuuuuuuch...." Again the tank top and shorts shrunk on Cian. The straps of the tank top began to snap, the fabric tore down the sides. It looked almost as if Cian were busting out of a woman's tube top instead of a man's tank top. His shorts began to rip up the sides due to the increase in muscular size, and in length of his thighs. His feet grew a little larger, wider, the side straps of his sandals now snapping or pulling loose from the sole. "And what about down under.... does your man fit the wives' tale of big feet and hands big...?" "Of course he does.... I mean I want him to have a bat. Long... thick..... hard.... throbbing....veiny.....So when I allow him to fuck me, I feel it all the way to my soul. And his balls have got to be like tennis ball size. Massive cum producers, so when he blows in me or I suck him off, I won't need dinner I'm so fuuuuuuuuuull.....FULL! oh gawd.... full...." Another surge as the tank top fluttered off of him. Yet another surge happened and this time the growth was all in his crotch, his cock and balls growing to full potential, filling out his basket further and further from his body. His crotch and zipper area of his pants extending farther and farther out until the zipper just pulled apart. It happened at the same time as his waistband button snapped, the shorts ripped all the way up the sides, and with the broken zipper the shorts dropped by the wayside, leaving basking gloriously nude in the summer sun. "Oh!.... .... I..... my GAWD!..." Both Cian and Lorcan stood up at Cian's exclamation. Cian was now just a hint shorter than Lorcan was and looking a bit built like an amateur rugby player. Looking around quickly, Cian yanked the beach towel from under Lorcan's cooler and hastily wrapped it around himself. "I.... I'm sorry... I don't what happ.... da fuck?! I.... I'll give this back to me tomorrow, if you call. I need to go...." Performing a tuck-tie of the beach towel around his waist, Cian quickly grabbed the remains of his shorts, pulled out his car keys, and ran as fast as he longer legs could take him, to his car. Opening the car door he hurt himself in several ways trying to get it like he normally did, but that wasn't happening now. Cursing at the car, he sat down sideways into the driver's seat and then adjusted the seat back a few notches. Shutting the car door, he slammed on the gas and drove off, sweating profusely and looking down at his body when not observing the road.
  21. Happy Storiversary. It is a bit long...but I hope you all enjoy this piece. - Fraank Foolish Muscle by F_R_Eaky Many years ago, in the time they called the Dark Ages, there was a couple who ran a troupe of traveling minstrels, jokesters, and mummers named Cadman and Beca Howels. They had limited success with their troupe, but still managed to garner requests for performances at some of the well to do halls and churches. Now it just so happened at one semi-well to do hall, that the Lord was indeed very, very old. So much so in fact that upon some brilliant performance by one of the members of the troupe, it excited him so much that he expired on the spot. As he fumbled his way toward a hall corner, he cried out the name, "Amlodd" (ahmloth) and collapsed just in front of a crib. Inside this crib was his son, Amlodd Pryce. It was reported that his mother, a mysterious woman who came, and left, in the darkness of the night, was perhaps some kind of Elvin princess who wished to disobey her father. She was very tall for a woman, with a long, though quite beautiful form, and they say her face had elf like features, but on moonlit nights, in the streams of moon beams, she was absolutely breath taking to behold. But whether that was true or not, she was not to be seen for ages, and what was to become of the poor child? Like his mother, the baby Amlodd was long and lanky for a child, particularly for a baby. This only added to the mystery and fear folks had about the child thinking Amlodd would grow into something fearsome or disgusting looking like a changeling. As it was one of the performers who had, by accident, killed the Lord of the hall, and nobody there wished to care for the child, it was deemed that some member or couple of the troupe should take care of him. Thus the townsfolk snuck him into one of the troupe's pageant wagons and when the discovery of him was made half a day's ride away, Cadman and Beca decided to adopt him as their own. Although, they did keep his original Christian and surnames, lest any powerful dark magic become attached to them. If there was any dark magic connected to Amlodd, it was kept firmly inside him and turned on him over the years. He was eighteen years old now and grown into a fairly tall man, if one could call him that. Six feet one inches tall from his bare feet to the top of his head. Taller than most in any village they visited, but still a number of men taller than him, and they were almost all much bigger built than him. His limbs were spindly like a willow. His skin was white like birch and smooth like hazel. His hair was this drab blond, the color of dirty water or linen and hung straight like moss or vines that was lifeless. His face was smooth, soft, and round, still much like a child's, and the same could be said for his body and build. The only thing that was striking about him was that he had these piercing green eyes, bright as a field and yet deep as a forest. Perhaps it was because of his drab and unhealthy looks that he seemed invisible. Most people ignored him, even most of the troupe members. Although Cadman and Beca loved him, as he got older he was given more and more behind the scenes tasks when travelling, packing up or down, or during performances. If he was skin and bones before, Amlodd thought he would surely die soon one day from pure exhaustion. Now, no one is sure exactly how it happened. Had the other neighboring kings hired all the best troupes before him? Had all the other troupes become ill with the plague or something less severe? Were all their paths blocked by dragons, trolls, or brigands? Whatever the reason it seemed the only folks King Cai Trahern could book for his Twelfth Night celebration were Cadman and Beca's troupe. And thus the troupe found themselves in the royal palace hall of King Cai, entertaining him, his son, Prince Rhys, and many of the kingdom's Lords, Ladies, and Knights. It was during shows such as these, Amlodd was relegated to being the "silent jester." Not a mime as some would guess, but a quiet behind the scenes jester. He would be the one to come out and do clumsy summersaults in order to show how good the acrobats were. He would be straight man for jokes, pie slams, pitcher dumping, water buckets, and depantsing. Of course he was also the gofer and prep person for the acts when they needed items brought to them or to be told they were up next. All of this done in a second, third, fourth hand me down jesters outfit whose vibrancy was so low, one almost swore his outfit was black, white, and gray. As the acrobats and jugglers were performing, Amlodd was rushing in to bring the props needed for the magician & herbalist, Baeddan (bAthan) the magnificent who would be next. Amlodd was crossing the back of the hall, when a floor candelabra snagged a corner of one of the handkerchiefs of a long trail of them that were connected. It broke free but left a tail of silk streaming behind Amlodd a good several feet. At the same time as Amlodd's crossing the hall, a man rose from his seat... and rose...and rose.... It was Macson Roderick, the tallest, biggest, bravest, and most boastful of all King Cai's knights. His figure cut broad at the shoulders and tight at the waist on a six foot four inch frame. His chest barreled out so that his tunics were stretched tight at the collar and those tunics nearly fit like dresses upon normal sized men His arms were such it was difficult to create sleeves for them, even worse to create a rerebrace, upper arm armor plate, that fit his arm relaxed yet allowed freedom of mobility of his biceps when he raised and flexed them during combat. The same could be said for a cuisse or greave to fit his thighs and calves respectfully. He had jet black hair with streaks of white mixed in. His eyes were beady, narrow, and so dark brown folks often mistook them for black. And his teeth.... although nearly perfect and white, had canine teeth were large enough it seemed as though he had fangs and might be part wolf or perhaps daemon. So, as Amlodd was crossing the main hall, Sir Roderick was crossing Amlodd's path. His right foot came down upon the tip of the silk handkerchiefs, which became taught as Amlodd continued to walk forward, and his left foot then became caught in the silk handkerchiefs and Sir Roderick went down upon the stone floor with a mighty thud. The hall became deathly quiet. Everyone looked towards the fallen knight. He spilt his ale all over the floor, himself, and his own body weight crushed his wooden goblet into many pieces. Roderick turned his face from the floor and glared at Amlodd with a gaze that would freeze a man's heart and kill him the very instant their eyes met. Rising up from the floor, Roderick let out a string of expletives as he called out to the unknowing and unwitting Amlodd. "You witless, walking willow! You ass gas full-gorged hugger-mugger!" "What?" "What? WHAT!? You make a string of second hand silken kerchiefs to trip me and after I fall flat on my face, crushing my goblet, and you say WHAAAAAT!?" And although Amlodd is extremely thin and lithe, Sir Roderick still displayed quite a bit of strength as he hoisted Amlodd by the throat into the air with one arm. The young man hangs there choking as Sir Roderick bellows at him, "Tell me why I shouldn't have at thee, now?" "Because, it is Twelfth Night. It is my house. It is my hall. It is my table, and I, the King, for one, care not to see battle nor bloodshed on the last of the blessed nights of Christe-mass! Now put him down, Sir Roderick." Sir Roderick glanced over to King Cai but still held his grasp on Amlodd's neck firm and kept him supported in the air. "Macson!" Reluctantly Sir Roderick brought Amlodd down, but did so by way of flinging him half-way across the room. "I will have recompense. He caused me to crush my one and only good goblet. I have nothing and there is nothing else in this kingdom that will hold enough to quench my thirst like my goblet could. And although I can order one it will take months to carve it, stain it, weather it, reset jewels from the old one into it." "Then we shall ask the boy to pay you. Young man, do you have anything to cover the expense?" To stunned for words, Amlodd stood up, bowed towards the king and softly muttered, "No, sire." "Sire," Cadman came forward and spoke. "He is an orphan boy, adopted by myself and my wife. As he stays with us and we feed and clothe him, we keep most of his earnings. The only thing of value that he has is a small amulet, but that is the only thing he has connected to his father who passed away when he was just a baby, and it certainly will not cover the cost of replacing Sir Roderick's carved and bejeweled goblet." "Then he shall face me." bellowed Sir Roderick. "If he has no material worth, his human worth will do. If he survives the combat, he's paid off the debt. If he does not survive, again, he's paid off the debt... ... ... with interest." King Cai spoke out again. "Surly you can see that he would never survive. He may be a man, but just barely. He has no beard. You said so yourself that he was a walking willow. I've seen you snap logs four, five times in thickness compared to him with your bare hands, and you wish to go to combat with him in armor and weapon? I implore you. For Christmas. For Chivalry." Macson Roderick stood there looking Amlodd up and down before finally scoffing and sneering at him. "Alright. In honor of Christmas and chivalry, I will concede, with this caveat: There is no doubt that he owes me for the cup; accident or no it was his fault. He has nothing to pay me back with save himself. He is, surprisingly but a few inches shorter than me, so that should make him man enough to be able to face me. I will allow him one month per each year it took me to develop and double it. That would give him ten months. And since it is the last day of Christe-mass, I will even give him a gift of two more months to train. One year to train in total, however he can, see if he grows any, see if his beard comes in. As an added bonus he receives one extra day, for my Liege would not have us fight on Christmas so then on January sixth the beginning of Epiphany, not the morrow, but the next, we shall have our duel." With that Macson pulled out a rather tatted and worn glove, not one of the fine ones on his hands, and threw it down at Amlodd's feet. Amlodd nervously bent forward and picked it up as he knew he had to and placed it under his belt. Toward the end of the evening, when many of the guests had left, retired, or flat out fallen asleep at the tables, Amlodd darted from this end of the hall to the other gathering bits and pieces of props, costuming, and equipment and packed them away in their proper boxes and trunks. After setting a number of the trunks near a side door, he began to notice he was being watch by someone in the shadows. He was more average in height, around 5' 10" tall, his frame had a slight build to it, but was much more lithe than what Sir Roderick was - he was more like an acrobat or tumbling jester. His clothes seemed as though they may be fine, at least in cut if not in material. It was too dark to tell the quality. The silhouette of the man's hair was definitely cut in a well to do fashion. As Amlodd stood there staring at the man in the shadows, when the wind came wafting from behind the man towards Amlodd he could smell a pleasant and heady fragrance coming off the man. The man leaned his head forward ever so slightly and Amlodd saw a silver glint from the man's forehead. "Come." The figure took to walking down a spiraling staircase until it came into a storage room, where upon he lit a torch and used it to light a few more within the room. There were a number of trunks and several casks stacked here and there, but was still fairly bare. After lighting the last torch, the figure turned around and Amlodd could see it was Prince Rhys. Grabbing Amlodd's tunic, he pulled the young jester around and backed him against a wall. Then with one hand running down the neck of Amlodd's tunic and one running up the bottom hem of the tunic, Rhys began to rub the chest and crotch of Amlodd. "I like men who are bigger than me... ... ... but not just any big man; I want one who is not only large but has a decent heart and soul. You are somewhat tall, you may become big and muscular or not, but you definitely have a decent heart and soul. You knew you should and wanted to pay Roderick back, but really couldn't. Yet, Roderick didn't need to make you owe him as it was an accident. He could've watched where he was going. "This is the start of my private treasury. The one separate and apart from the kingdom's treasury. My father isn't fond of my lifestyle. I know it's your lifestyle too. You eyes never went to any of the women, including the dancing wenches, but when the acrobats came out in their tight tights and tumbled... Your ratty-tatty clothes didn't hide much, if you knew when and where to look. If a man could beat Sir Roderick... ... ... he could possibly be my champion as well. You're kind of cute when you lift your head up. I like your eyes." Amlodd almost couldn't breathe. He felt the blood rushing to his face, and rushing to his organ, and yet at the same time all that blood felt as though it was streaming through all his limbs and chest trying to inflate them as well. "I don't want to see Roderick win in anything. He's too haughty. He bullies too much. And I think he's after my father's throne, certainly wants to make sure I don't inherit it. I don't know if you could grow large enough and powerful enough in a year to protect my father and me, but you could grow big enough and learn enough skill and strategy to possibly defeat Roderick. To that end, you have my permission to come in and borrow as much as you need from my treasury. Just leave me notes or receipts for what was paid. Course how are you to get in here? The guard was in the middle of shift change when we came down and they certainly won't let you in, so follow me." With that Rhys led Amlodd to a lone cask in the corner. It appeared to have a leaky tap that constantly dripped wine. "It's hooked up to a miniature aqua duct that brings in a tiny stream of water that passes through iron ore. If in here, give this tap a twist.... and the cask front opens. Step inside.... close the door and turn this knob the other direction. Same thing but backwards when you come back unannounced." They walked down a tunnel for quite some distance until the corridor ended and Rhys pushed open a smooth marble section of wall. This allowed them to step into another room full of sarcophagi. "Take this key. Head up the stairs and as quietly as you can unlock the gate. This is the royal tombs, no one ever comes down here. Relock the gate once out and go to the right. Push at the wall within the frame and it will open to the outside. It will look like you're coming out of the memorial stone for one of our great poets. If any of the brothers from the church catch you near the gate, tell them with a confused look that you were looking for the shrine to Saints Bacchus and Sergius. After they redirected you, act like your praying, and after they leave come back to the gate." Rhys stared fully at Amlodd now. "Tell me... do you find me striking?" Amlodd nodded and stammered out a yes, to which Rhys grabbed him by his crotch again and then looked up in delight. "You may be a few inches shorter and much, much lighter than Sir Roderick, but I do believe your lance is more than equal to task than his...." With that Rhys gave Amlodd a full kiss, which caused the room to spin, stars to move across the heavens, the air to be removed from Amlodd's lungs, and time to be frozen. When Amlodd finally woke from his bubbling feeling of awe, Rhys was gone. ***************************************************************** Late that night, after finishing the packing of things away within the pageant wagons, Amlodd squeezed himself into the rigging attic of his and his parents' wagon. Upon reaching the decent height of 5' 8" he was slightly too big for this space, now at five inches taller, it was impossible for him to even really sit up in the space at all. But with it being winter, it was easier for him to roll and slide his way into position to sleep from the trap door and over the furs he used for covers. He also like the space in the winter time because with the furs, it was easily heated up just enough with only one or two candles, as opposed to the summer when it never became cool. It was relatively quiet around the wagons tonight, most of the troupe seeking rest within the castle's great hall. Amlodd however had been told to sleep out in the wagon in order to help keep watch over them. A couple of the acrobats in two other wagons helped to keep watch as well. Halfway through the night, the wind picked up slightly and Amlodd awoke to what sounded like a moan on the wind. At first Amlodd was exceedingly frightened as he thought he heard his name on the wind. When he was sure of it, his mind thought it must be a banshee come for him, but soon he realized it was a man's voice that was calling. Hopping down from the rigging attic, Amlodd went to one of the side window shutters and opened it up. The moon was dancing in and out of clouds creating quite the light and shadow show that to modern eyes might have almost look like some kind of slow strobe effect. Standing in the middle of the square the pageant wagons encircled was a man in flowing white robes who pointed a finger towards the window and Amlodd and then made a "come hither" motion, after which the man began walking. Thinking that he surely must recognize this man, Amlodd quickly put on his boots, grabbed two-three cloaks to brace himself against the winter weather, put them on and then left the wagon. Following the white robed figure out the gate, Amlodd walked down the road, then onto a path for quite some time. Eventually he found himself in a clearing in the forest, located beside a stream. It was cut into a circle and at the outer perimeters the young man noticed there was a ring of trees: Elder, Birch, Rowan, Ash, Alder, Willow, Hawthorn, Oak, Holly, Hazel, then some Vines growing upon one Beech tree, Ivy growing upon another Beech, and Reeds springing from the bank of the stream. There in the center was a large stone block and standing beside it was the white robed man. Amlodd went to approach the man, but as he did so, flits of light began to dodge to and fro in front of his face, grabbing his hair, pulling his cloaks, undoing the laces at his boots. Eventually there was such a great swarm of the lights bobbing and attacking Amlodd folks would swear he himself was glowing, but poor Amlodd was nearly blinded. Then they began to prick and poke, cut and jab at him, rip and tear at his hair and tie it into knots. Finally Amlodd could go no further, and he wondered why the man who had led him here wasn't speaking out or assisting him. "Please! I mean no trouble, good sprites. This man came to me and I want to ask why and who he is. If this is wrong, communicate with me, let me know what I should do." At that moment the flits of light all left Amlodd and began to form two rows a person's width apart from the stone to the outer ring of the circle. A silvery figure appeared who flashed and shimmered as it approached until the silver light was gone and a woman with auburn hair coated or made in Autumnal leaves, a gown made of deep rich moss, and a tray of many miniature pitchers stood in her place. Setting the tray upon the stone, she walked towards Amlodd, poured just a drop from one pitcher on top of Amlodd's head, then smiled at him and kissed him. Suddenly it felt as though Amlodd was in a shower, and all the small cuts and scratches he received were healed and disappeared. "My Lady..." said the robed man and he bowed deeply to the woman. Amlodd looked up and over to the man in white and then stammered, "Bae... Bae..Baeddan?" "Yes, young sir. It is I, you whom you know as Baeddan the great magician and herbalist. However I am actually a druid and today I have come to petition for you. My Lady, I fear for this young man's life. Through a small accident it is threatened and not only do I fear this to be a great tragedy, but the man who has issued it is cruel, harsh, hard, and has little regard for human, let alone animal or plant life. On top of that, I feel something for this lad. I feel him connected somehow to this land. He is needed. The cur that bids him to fight has only allowed him a year to train, where he has had several years to work on and grow into the tower of strength he is today. I beseech and implore you, Lady. Is there naught you could do to help him?" The woman smiled again at Amlodd and then a female's voice was heard on the wind as she took Baeddan's hand in hers, and the other hand twirled and waved over the small pitchers on the stone. "In a cup of oak to provide stability and strength..... Birch bark to make you the Achiever, one who strives after and completes his goals... seeds of a Grand Fir to grow straight and tall.... the seeds of willow to observe and move with agility.... Hazel nuts for wisdom and knowledge.... Rowan berries so that you can think clearly and learn of strategies... Holly berry for cutting and piercing and to know how to lead and rule.... the grape of vine to help you see both sides of situations and thus equalize things out... the berries of ivy to be a survivor, to overcome your adversaries and their plots.... .... Lavender and Lemon for attraction, grace, and sexual prowess.... a pinch of thyme so time may be on your side. To be heated by fire!..." And lightning struck the inside of the cup. "Stirred by air!" A gust of wind caused the liquid to swirl. "Made consumable by earth and cleansed by water!" A patch of moss rose out of the river bank and the liquid rose out of the cup landing and straining itself through the moss, flowing back into the cup. "Now drink, my handsome young lad...." Amlodd wasn't sure why he felt safe in drinking the oddly mixed concoction, knowing some of the items were surely poisonous to men, but he felt that the lady could do no wrong and Baeddan urged him to do so. He tossed back the contents of the cup. It felt and tasted like mulled wine. As soon as the last drop was down, his head spun, things began to go in and out of focus, his knees gave way, and he felt as though he would sleep for a thousand years. Looking up he saw Baeddan's face for just a fleeting moment. "I must take leave of you and the troupe now. Tell them you followed me, but that you lost me and have no idea where I was heading. Tell no one about this night or sight. If you wake late, tell folks you had to much mead." ************************************************************* Amlodd awoke the next morning just before the break of dawn. A mist was rising from the river and in eastern distance a rooster could be heard crowing. Glancing around he could see the clearing, the trees still standing, but the large stone was gone, likewise the Green Lady and Baeddan. But as his vision cleared his stomach roared and roared so long and so loud it sounded as though thunder was rumbling in the distance. He wasn't just hungry, he was downright starving. He was craving food, any and all kinds of it, where as normally he ate lighter than the smallest bird. He couldn't hunt in these lands, they might still be the king's. The wagons didn't have enough food. He knew what he must do. Running back to the grave, the church, the catacombs, the treasury, Amlodd took a healthy amount of gold, leaving a note saying it was for the purchase of food. He then took a basket from the wagons, took it to the market place, and began to buy pies, bread, and anything else; one item from each stall so as not to arouse inquiry, and hiding it in the basket beneath a towel. Once that was done he returned to the wagon where he began to pull out each item and devour it quickly as though he hadn't had a meal in weeks, months, perhaps a year. He ate all of it. He ate so much his stomach felt like it would burst. He thought he might be sick. He lay down on the floor and soon fell asleep. The season of Christe-mas over, things would be quiet for a while until a couple of days around Mardi Gras and Shrovetide, and then quiet again until the celebrations of Easter. January would be a time of rest and maintenance. No performances, but the repairing of rigging and props, re-sewing of torn costumes and clothes, the decision of which Biblical stories they shall present in each wagon for Easter and thus change in sets and paint. However it wasn't tasks as usual for Amlodd this January. At first things were normal, except for his appetite being ravenous, especially a newly large craving for milk. It was so extreme that not only did he start getting up early each morning to work at a couple of farms milking cows, he nearly, on more than one occasion, went to drink directly from a teat like a calf. Amlodd truly wondered and almost feared this craving, but felt he could keep it in check and the extra money didn't hurt anything either. But then there were the stares... ... ... and the new accidents. Originally folks would turn and look up at him, but their glance would quickly turn back away, not because they felt ashamed for looking, but because Amlodd wasn't that tall nor huge as they perceived he might be from peripheral vision. However as the days of January faded into time, more and more people began to stare at him. Their faces began to carry more awe and fear. They began to part the way for him without any request to do so. Amlodd kept getting this feeling that their faces were getting farther and farther away. Other things were happening too that were confusing and frightening to Amlodd. He used to be able to simply bow his head and bow slightly at the waist, as though bowing to the king, when walking through a doorway, but more and more he kept banging his head on door frames, needing to bend over perhaps even more than Sir Roderick had too. Signs from on high became attackers and Amlodd wondered why people were hanging them so low. The rigging attic was getting smaller and smaller, harder and harder for him to slide into and even then, he couldn't get comfortable as his feet were growing longer and wider and now being pushed out further by the longer legs, kept getting caught in the rigging ropes, or smacking props, pulleys, and winches. Shrinking clothes, shrinking chairs, shrinking beds. Bowls seemed like cups, cups looked like thimbles. It seemed as though everything were getting smaller and smaller. Why even the horses for the caravan began to appear almost dog like to him, great Dane type to be sure, but still the equines did not seem so large and domineering as they once did. Amlodd's tunic was riding up higher and higher on his thighs, so too did his pants on his calves. His shoes kept bursting side seams ripping all the way around his feet. What had started out as mid calf boots were now simple shoes that only came up to the bottom of the ankles. By the end of January folks couldn't help but stop and stare, whisper, and gossip. Amlodd now had to bend at the waist and the knee in order to come through doors as the door frame only came up to the top of his shoulders, His parents... well, his adoptive father, only came up to just under his arm pit. Even though he was still very skinny and slight of build, he had grown as tall as some trees said some folks, but most everyone was certain he was taller than the largest man of the kingdom, Sir Roderick. Amlodd's possessive craving for milk subsided quite a bit at the beginning of February, but his appetite for bread, meat, and vegetables only became stronger. He would trek deep into the forest, beyond what was listed as the bounds of the king of course, and set snares, traps, and hunted for animals. If townsfolk could see what Beca saw, they would think Amlodd was catching and eating all the wild game of the forest, if not the world. Two to three quail plus eggs in the morning; an eighth of a boar or a couple of pheasants for lunch; meat, vegetables, and bread for dinner and going back to finish all the leftovers. It was at this time that the troupe began to practice for the pageant plays they would perform at Eastertide, and it was also at this time a number of accidents began to happen to all members of the troupe. The first time it happened to the man in charge of the thunder and clouds. He had fallen out of the top rigging on one wagon and broke his arm. Amlodd was sent to replace him, but he couldn't quite fit due to his height. And so he reached in to grab the pulling system with his right hand and began to pull it one handed, then reached with his left hand for the other and began to alternate curling his arms up and extending them out back and forth to make the clouds move. Next came the two acrobats. At the same time they both took a tumble wrong spraining and pulling muscles here and there. The men who lowered and raised the Angel Gabriel during the Annunciation Play had to go forth and replace them. Amlodd was called upon to handle that, which he did after reworking the system with several pulleys. By the end of the reworking, Amlodd was standing on the ground, behind the wagon, back to it, pulling on two ropes walking forward to raise the actor up and backward to lower him down. Later in the year the act and motion would evolve into Amlodd simply pulling his arms forward in front of his chest and squeezing hard and then extending his arms back behind him again. In The Temptation of Jesus, the man who pumped the bellows for Lucifer's smoke and fire, caught his pants leg on fire and had to recuperate due to small burns. Again Amlodd was called upon to fill in, but his arms were already too tired and aching from moving the clouds and Gabriel, so he stood upon the billows and began to alternately press down with his legs back and forth, back and forth. The men who raised the whale's mouth from the floor and thus lowered and rose Jonah, got caught and pinched in the rigging and were laid up for several weeks. Poor Amlodd was again called in to replace him, but his arms were already so taxed and his legs worked that he would crawl on his back to the position under the wagon and he would alternate between hoisting the whale and Jonah up by pushing up with his hands straight out from his chest, or move up further and push with his legs and feet straight up from the hips. Then there was the typhoon from Jesus Calms the Sea. No accident to anyone there, but the system froze up and thus the waterspout was completely motionless. That is until Amlodd realized the cloth formation was as long as he was tall, and so he would climb up onto the roof of the wagon, drop down into spout, with arms outstretched upon the roof to hold him and then rotate his legs round and round to make the waterspout move. After each performance poor Amlodd thought he would vomit whatever he had for lunch his stomach and abs felt so sore. And thus on and on it went, poor Amlodd was worked to death, so one would think. Yet, over time the tasks became easier and easier for him to accomplish and changes began to happen. By the end of February Amlodd looked broader in the shoulders although not much beefier. There was some definite definition to him which people would marvel at and yet still proclaim he looked like death, all skeleton like. By the end of March he had ballooned out to where his abs began to stick out a little bit, his chest began to hang in two very slim crescent moons, his back was a little wider, his arms although not huge looking had taken on a solid firm ball shape with a vein riding across the top. He finally had a look to him like he wore his clothes instead of his clothes hanging from a pole, and he was eating more. It might have been said that he eating four to five quail plus eggs in the morning; one fourth of a boar or four pheasants for lunch; meat, vegetables, and bread for dinner for three men and going back to finish all the leftovers, but Lent had now started so instead Amlodd was swimming in streams with nets and baskets and while one to two baskets could help feed everyone in the troupe for the day, Amlodd was eating about three baskets full all by himself. At the end of April, Amlodd sneaked into the vault for a fairly large sum of money. The troupe needed a new food wagon, primarily because of how much food Amlodd was bringing in or buying just for his growing needs. He could polish off six quail now without thinking about it, three-eighths to one-half of a pig or boar satiated his stomach at lunch. and they began fixing one whole cauldron full of soup or stew and bread just for him. His body was assuredly becoming very athletic with his pants hem beginning to cut into his calves while his thighs filled out the pants nicely. His chest that looked like two large crescent moons began to pull his tunic tightly across, while his upper arms were filling tightly the sleeves of his tunic. and they had begun to hang out away from his body. In May his clothing troubles began. His chest was now that it looked like he was trying to steal two large platters underneath his tunic, that is until he breathed deeply and arched his back slightly and suddenly the tunic tore down the front. This was not to be out done by the sleeves which were constantly making small popping and ripping noises complaining about the developing and balloon size of Amlodd's arms. They too would at times eventually burst wide open. Of course how could one hear that? Whenever Amlodd reached for something in the rigging or leaned over to grab more food, a tear could be seen and heard right under his arm pit and the formation of what some folks called wings would poke through. Beca had to take time to mending all Amlodd's clothes, who never thought about himself as he was too busy helping cover accident after accident and problem after problem and when he wasn't doing that he was busy hunting, catching, or scarfing down his food. Quail were gone being replaced by three chickens or pheasants; one-half to three-fourths of pig for lunch; a vegetable stew, bread, and the meat was left whole in the forms two to three extra large steaks. This didn't take into account the small quantity of fruit and nuts being snacked on in between. The towns folk began to comment on how Amlodd not only stood taller than a doorway, but could fill the entire space that a door did and then some. Five chickens, dozens of eggs and biscuits were eaten at breakfast daily by June's end, along with an increase of food at lunch and dinner. Doctor's and clergy began to speculate that Amlodd was the daemon of gluttony personified in human form or that he had a spiritual hole in his stomach that made the food disappear. Meanwhile his arms had grown thicker and filler, making a noticeable peak whenever he moved them into a curled position. Beca by now had banned him from having any sleeves as he kept bursting out of them. Two small half-globes filled Amlodd's tunic, making it look as though he was now sneaking good sized bowls somewhere. The tunic would split down the front save Beca now used the sleeve material to add fabric to the front and then embroider heavily a design down the middle. She did have to contend with the fact that now whenever Amlodd bent over his back would tear down the middle, as well as the fact, she kept forgetting to account for his odd developing wings, which made his back much wider and thicker and pushed his arms up farther away from his body that a normal person's should ever be. Not to mention that his calves were set on ripping his pants hems every single day and they were becoming so full, Beca wondered if Amlodd wasn't becoming built so weird way around as they seemed the size of arms, and not just any arms but the size of his own upper arms. This doesn't even take into account Amlodd's thighs which Beca swore were larger than most men's waists, perhaps even their torsos. They were so big, it gave Amlodd this odd, near hourglass shape but not with the soft curves of a lady, but with hard slanted angles. The thighs were becoming a problem to Amlodd as the neighborhood children started to make fun of how he walked, which was now with him kicking his legs out to the side a little bit. At the festivals at the end of July, more teasing came from the children, but gasps of awe and wonder from the people in the villages the troupe visited. Carrying in a large tree sized pole for a pole dance, folks couldn't believe Amlodd was able to carry it by himself. They couldn't believe how his neck looked as thick as the pole. They marveled that the silhouette of his shoulders, back, and deltoids looked like the same shadows cast at sunset by the mountains. That his arms were hanging at near forty-five degree angles from his body, pushed away but those growing wings that made his waist look smaller and smaller. His chest now looked as though he was carrying out two hogsheads, or small barrels. His arms looked like boulders, almost as large as a man's head. Any amount of physical bending, twisting, or work made him swell and inflate slightly larger than when at rest and he frequently ripped his tunic here there and everywhere until it would suddenly just fall off of him, revealing a pair of pants that were ripping in the crotch, around the thighs, up the calves, and even around his ass which had begun to bubble out harder, firmer, and larger. Beca didn't know what to do, the base for Amlodd's clothing was being shredded to nothing and she was running out of scraps to use for repair. And still, Amlodd was loading more and more food onto the spit and onto his plate to eat, and Beca wondered what Amlodd was turning into. End of August and Amlodd is walking around in a full sized cloak that fits him more like a cape and will not close in front and a pair of pants that look more like three-quarter length shorts. Breakfast consists of several chickens, two dozen eggs, and about half a pig, while lunch and dinner are even larger, and some are betting that Amlodd is to the point of eating half a cow. His neck is as thick as his own head, but it's hard to distinguish that as his traps rise so high they almost touch his ears. His deltoids look like small boulders connecting his arms to his shoulders and his arms are now so large the biceps are beginning to take on almost a square appearance and the triceps simply pop and stand out from behind. His back and lats are making him look twice, three times as wide as any man he stands next to and his abs look like the side of a castle wall, which is topped off by two barrels that are Amlodd's chest. So full, round, broad, and thick they are that Amlodd's nipples have begun to point down and out from his torso. His forearms look like a whole cow or pig's leg cooked in size and shape, yet still have veins criss-crossing all over them so that when Amlodd moves his hand at the wrist, it had the appearance of one of Baeddan's old magic tricks of a bag full of writhing snakes. Amlodd wishes Beca could make him a tunic again as his thighs cause his pants legs to become very tight, and not only can one see their three-four tear drop shape definition, and also that of his thigh biceps, and how firm and round his butt is, but also the outline of his soft cock hanging down. Between that and him walking around shirtless, flashing his increasingly hairy torso and arms now to the world, townsfolk began to call him barbarian or Viking behind his back. At the end of September Cadman has added two new acts to the troupe's entertainment repertoire: The Giant Jester and Guess the Weight. Beca doing the best she can, Amlodd is sent out on stage with a patchwork pair of pants, matching jester's cap, and his torso painted here and there with matching colored diamonds. However he isn't turning flips or telling jokes, he is doing a strong man act: lifting boulders, snapping large pieces of wood, hoisting people in the air one handed. He goes out to fields and has a yolk placed over him and runs a challenge between him and a local farmer's horse or oxen team to see who can plow the most on a field. It is fitting that last act as the horse used for pulling the troupe's food wagon sprained his foot and thus, as Amlodd did for many of the other members of the troupe, replaced the horse in pulling and pushing the wagon here and there. And of course, Guess the Weight is there to see who can guess how much Amlodd weighs, a particularly hard job as not only does muscle weigh more than slim and fat, but that Amlodd is still eating, still performing muscle grueling tasks left and right, and thus is still growing bigger, harder, denser, fuller, thicker and stronger. During October the town the troupe was staying in, the local Archbishop hired Amlodd for two things: one during the day to help some local stone masons with moving blocks of stone while making repairs to the cathedral and adding to the structure. In the evenings, the Archbishop allowed the townsfolk to have a festival in the square in front of the church and he dressed Amlodd up to look like a gargoyle come to life. During the day he was hoisting and hefting and lifting and carrying huge stones of granite hither and yonder, and during the evening he could've relaxed in his role but found the children were more frightened and thrilled if the gargoyle picked up heavy stones. Of course the stones weighed so much more than the pull of the rigging or the pulling of the food cart and it caused Amlodd's muscles to hunch and bunch and swell and grow in newer, faster, and more challenging ways. There were times having Amlodd help out brought work to a standstill. The other workers, the master masons, even the brothers of the church would all just stop and watch Amlodd work. When moving his arms, whether loaded with weight or empty, the shape of them changed from something almost block like to this sudden towering mountain peak. His chest barreled out more and more as the day wore on until his shirt would split down the front center. Amlodd would sometimes take his shirt off and everyone would marvel at his torso which looked like a brick wall topped with two meaty and hard slabs making the merlons of a parapet castle wall. His legs swelled, everyone could see even with pants the pull and strength of his hamstring. His calves simply pulsed and throbbed with size and strength. Some thought it looked like a heart, but if it was, it was the heart of God himself as it was far too large to ever be that of a human. Every day the builders and clergy men saw Amlodd's form grow bigger and thicker on a daily basis. The Archbishop and his men frequently had discussions on how this must be how Goliath looked, how Amlodd was a walking statue like those of the giants mentioned in Genesis or those of the archangels, except they were never so fully built, or riddled with so many lines scored across their muscles, or criss-crossed with so many throbbing, pulsing, veins. And of course there was discussion that maybe Amlodd was a fallen, as in fell in an accident not cast down to Earth, angel as there was no man who could be so.... "blessed"....by God in the groin. These changes were not lost on Amlodd. He noticed many of them over the course of time: doorways were a foot shorter and he was twice as broad as them, seats barely fit, tables were raised by his knees, he needed double the fabric for clothing, tubs only came up to his waist when he sat in them and his form sent half the water spilling out. If he attempted to stretch his legs just the slightest, either his feet would kick out the front of the tub, or his thighs winged out and the tub split from the sides, but it wasn't until one evening in November that it really hit home. This November evening, he was sneaking back out of the vault and the catacombs after grabbing a large sum of money. He had to get it. There was simply no way his clothes could be pieced together like a large patchwork quilt any longer. Just the slightest movement, the shortest intake of breath and his clothes would scream, give up their hold and life, and fall away to the floor. He desperately needed new shoes before the winter set in harshly and the Christmas Pageant and Twelfth Night festivals would begin once again. But this last time it was hard to leave. Amlodd was still having problems adjusting to his new size and strength. He thought he was pulling the royal catacomb gate slowly and quietly, but the rusted gate was no match for his bulging arms and hulking-bulking body and the gate swung closed quickly and clanked loudly. He ran down the corridor to the secret door to leave, but this made it worse for no matter how quietly he attempted to run, the heel to toe movement of his massively muscled body caused his feet to thud with thunder! After barely making it out of the Royal Cathedral, Amlodd ran and ran and then stopped and rested by an ancient looking pool. He pulled one knee up and held it, trying to rest his head upon it, but this was difficult to do because his chest mounding out so thick made it near impossible to grasp his knee or get his head to his knee. He had extended his right leg out fully and he could see his massive foot, nearly half a floor tile wide and perhaps a tile and a half long. He took off his cape and felt the cool breeze caress his body. Closing his eyes to the wind's touch, he couldn't believe how good it felt, how many mounds and crevices on just his body alone the wind had to caress and swirl into and over. He bent over and looked into the pool and was so shocked by what he saw. His hair had become lighter, in the moonlight it looked as though it glowed a bright honey-golden color. It was long. It was thick. It was a like a mane that surrounded his head and it blew this way and that, so carefree, and yet perfectly in place at the same time. His nose had defined into classic arrow point. His cheek bones had raised up a little higher, but his jaw had become a bit wider and much more square which was now outlined in a nice bit of a three day stubble beard that was just as golden hued as his top hair. Hair continued down his chin, over his throat, spreading across his chest and down his abs. In wonder, Amlodd touched his jaw and then moved his fingers down to his chest. A shock ran through his system when his hand grazed his left nipple. Amlodd shuddered and took in a gasp, but he brought his hand back quickly and began to massage, fondle, outright grope his own left pec. He could feel it swell slightly to his touch. He could feel his nipple lengthen and harden. Continuing to run his hand down his abs, he stopped just before his cock base and ran his hand backwards up, up, up, through his ab and chest hair. Once that happened it started another swelling action. Feeling a stretching in his groin, Amlodd let out a soft "oh no" and attempted to grab a hold of his cock as though perhaps he could squeeze it and stop it from becoming erect. This only resulted in keeping what little of pants cloth he had from moving while his cock continued to stretch and grow. "Auuuuuuuuuuugh" Amlodd moaned as his traveling cock head rubbed against the tightened pants. Letting go of his cock, Amlodd bucked his hips up at the rubbing sensation the cock head received, and with that his cock shifted in the pants while springing fully to length and girth, tenting his pants out tremendously and then ripping a hole in them. As the evening breeze whipped and swirled, filling Amlodd's crotch with newer, cooler, fresher air, Amlodd yelped in ecstasy, his hand knee-jerk reactions went straight to his cock, catching a hold of loose fabric still clinging to his peen and began to rub it and rub it, stroke and caress it. The touch and sensation coming from this mighty and thick rod of sexual pleasure overwhelmed Amlodd's senses. His stroke brought a buck from his hips, a moan from his lips, and quiver from his mega frame. Over and over he stroked that club, that was almost too big for his own hand, until finally that jolt went through him. The jolt that went out from the groin, around the balls, across the ass, up the back, around the neck, up the chin, over the lip... ... ... before suddenly taking a dive straight back to the cock base where it then shot straight out from it. His ample balls suddenly pulled into his body and then felt as though they were being softly squeezed, deflating, but they would pop back to size and squeeze in again, over and over. Leaning back and crying out, Amlodd's right hand reached out, accidentally grabbing an ancient stone pot and shattering it, nearly crushing it to dust. His left hand tightened his grip on his cock, but that didn't stop it from shooting out stream after stream after string after string after ribbon after ribbon. As Amlodd shook and convulsed, it felt as though he was getting hit by strips and strips of hot leather that had fallen and now lay across his groin, his abs, his chest, his neck, his chin, his face, and perhaps even shot beyond! After several, no, dozens of convulsions, Amlodd collapsed and when he began to feel a film forming over him where the copious cum strings had fallen, he flipped himself into the brisk pool, washed himself off and then, seeing he had destroyed his pants, wrapped the cape around his waist so it hung in front like a loin cloth and ran back home to the wagons, with money in tow. The month of December progressed along. The work at the Cathedral kept working his muscles out to the max, mainly because when the master masons began to notice the load was become light for Amlodd, they'd pile more stone and brick on. The first three weeks of December they had to make him work inside the enclosed cloister courtyard as he had no clothes. The Archbishop took pity on him, it was said, and ordered enough fabric to make him a descent respectable outfit. With the money Amlodd took from Prince Rhys' stores, he bought enough cloth to make him a work outfit, something he could wear at the Cathedral or quarry, and another bolt or two to make him a new work outfit for the troupe. The people of the villages and towns he went to stared at him in awe and wonder now, but with all the work he had done at the church, the dairy farms, and other areas, people knew that although he was a mountain of a man he had a most caring soul. Thus whenever they saw him, although they made way for him to pass, they always looked up at him and smiled and greeted him: "Wes Hael, Great Amlodd!", "Good morrow, Giant Amlodd.", "Well met, Mount Amlodd.", and from the children, "Pop your arm, Amlodd, pleeeeeeease!" And they would take turns squeezing it and then run away giggling. This of course all had an effect on Amlodd. He stood straighter and taller when walking, with his head up high. His chest that already barreled enough, was stuck out further when he walked now, with his shoulders back and broad. He had become used to his size and fallen into the giant and broad man's gate: his arms having gone from straight, acute, right, to damn near obtuse hanging angles from his body; his stance becoming set with feet shoulder, his broad-broad shoulders, width apart; and when he walked he kicked his legs out to the side and then rolled them around and forward in order to move. Indeed for the last some folks swore that if one put a pair of sticks between Amlodd's legs while he walked, a fire would soon be struck. And then came all of his new clothes, which despite being measured just shy of month ago, still did not quite fit. The poor giant still stretched them very taught and although they held together and did not burst, it still looked as though he were wearing clothes that were one to two sizes too small. **************************************************************** Finally Twelfth night of the next year was upon them. Amlodd and his troupe were back in the great hall of His Majesty, King Cai Trahern. The fires were stoked to a roaring blaze, the cooks had slaved over many a delicious dish for weeks, whole roasted pigs and towering cakes were laid out, nobles and guest from every corner of the kingdom had arrived to celebrate, even Baeddan the magician was there, although he looked to be more of a close advisor to King Cai, and was dressed in brilliant white robe with golden torse. Sir Macson Roderick was there, of course, bully barreling his way across the hall, knocking men and women down, taking the largest portions of the feast and giving a nod shrug off to folks who had to wait for seconds to arrive now, in order to eat their first. First course out, the salutations to the King, the Prince, and other fine Nobles, as well as to God and Kingdom made, it was now time for the entertainment to begin, King Cai made the gesture and his herald made the announcement, "Lords and Ladies of the Court and Kingdom, it is time now for the Green Rose Entourage!" Cadman and Beca came in followed by their troupe making a mini parade around the inside of the tables until all, save Amlodd, were in and Cadman and Beca we once again standing in front of the King. They all graciously bowed, some pleasantries were exchanged and then Cadman clapped his hands, the troupe members disappeared, and the Herald made the introduction of the first act. "Lords and Ladies, here for you now are Tyler and Taylor the Twin Tumbl...." "Yes, yes, yes, yes.... oh let's do forego all these in between acts and get to the main attraction everyone has come see." Said Sir Roderick as he stood up from his seat and glared at the Herald. "As we're awaiting the oh so one-sided match tomorrow, everyone watches to see what our man, Amlodd, has become so they can make appropriate wagers tomorrow. Let us just cut to the chase and have him perform his act. What is it... he's supposedly a great, mountainous strongman now?" Sir Roderick's group of men cackled and guffawed with laughter and snorts. "Bring him out now and the other acts can fall in line behind him." Just then the hall's main entry doors opened and the Herald announced, "Her Majesty, Queen Ifanna Appleonia of Ælfanweald." Under the arch of the doorway, there stood the most enchanting woman ever seen. Tall, quite tall for a woman, although still shorter than Sir Roderick. Her gown was full and shimmered with several layers of translucent colored fabric? A magnificent strand of diamonds and amethyst hung about her pale neck while small clusters of the same hung from here ears. They matched her eyes which sparkled in her comely, ivory-like face, above her lips of ruby. She wore a crown that looked like lace made out of golden threads, which rested upon great buns of hair spun of silver, combed perfectly, glowing, studded with diamonds or was it fireflies? The Queen half-way across the hall without making a sound and then politely curtsied to King Cai. Sir Roderick however was incensed that his calling for Amlodd had been interrupted and shocked those assembled by turning addressing Ifanna in an extremely unchivalrous manner. "Regal wench. You need to learn your place, in line behind a man and after he's finished." He turned to actually take his hand and smack her face, and the crowd gasped in shock and awe, twice. The first time was because he dared to openly strike a woman, and one that was a queen at that, and second because Ifanna took her hand to grab his striking wrist and stopped it cold. Made more impressive that her hand upon catching his didn't even budge inward towards her. Just before she spoke some of the assembled guests swore her face glowed and flashed, as though her complexion were made of tumultuous skies filled with storm clouds and lightning. He voice then boomed and echoed throughout the hall. "I am no wench! Regal or otherwise! I wait for no man and I am never in queue, waiting in a line... ... ..." and looking towards King Cai, "Save when protocol calls for it from me for my most gracious host." King Cai nodded his head, "You are most welcome, cousin of crowns. We shall arrange a seat for you at my right." With that the crowd saw a sight that once again caused gasps to grasp the air; Ifanna still holding Sir Roderick's hand, turned and twirled herself and him as though they were doing some sort of dance, and suddenly Sir Roderick was thrown back and onto his awaiting stool and appeared somewhat stuck there. Ifanna passed gracefully by and looking down upon Roderick said, "You need to learn your place... knight." After another throne like chair was placed at the head table and Ifanna sat down, apologizing sweetly for arriving so late to the festivities, the herald turn to see what should be done, the acts in order as the troupe wanted to present them or ask for Amlodd to be brought forward. Reluctantly the King granted Sir Roderick's request, but stating loudly much to Roderick's embarrassment, "Let's see this newest act so Macson can see the man, his challenged opponent for tomorrow, and once viewed perhaps the blow hard will go home to prepare and the rest of us can enjoy this feast in merriment and peace." Although he somewhat growled a response back, Macson Roderick ended it with a "It'll be good to see the small willow twig once again...." and then let out a series of laughs, chuckles, downright obnoxious blasts of mirth as he sat back at his table and had all his men laughing as well. Many of the gathered guests laughed at his remark as well, but they soon began to taper off into silence. Even Roderick's men fell into being as silent as church mice as they saw Amlodd approach and come to stand in the center of the hall. Still chuckling as he turned and started to speak, it faded away and became very timid as Roderick finished his question and stood there looking up to the face of Amlodd. "So this is the mighty... ....mountain.... Amlodd?" Roderick had gone to stand toe to toe with Amlodd was stuck dumb at the fact he only came up to just under Amlodd's nose. He noticed that Amlodd's torso extended wider than his shoulders, by a good bit, and that didn't even begin to include Amlodd's boulder like shoulders, wing like lats, or his upper and forearms. Scanning him top to bottom, Roderick was going through a mixture of shock and rage as he could see that the costume, jester booties, tights, tunic were all brand new, but they clung closely to Amlodd's skin leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. The diamond shapes on the tunic were pulled so taught across Amlodd's chest, they looked more like some kind of misshapened trapezoids. Both in the chest and in the arms, if Amlodd breathed one could see the rise, the fall, every twitch and movement of the bulging, bulking muscles. And the tights were even worse, looking as though they were thoroughly painted on showing every absolute crease, crevice, bulging mound, popping muscle, throbbing vein, cable like ligaments and tendons as if Amlodd were nude. Only the striations were missing and some weren't so sure of that. Not knowing Amlodd's new size, he had stepped up a little too close and place, what most used to think were ginormous feet, on top of Amlodd's toes. Amlodd wiggled them a bit, rising Roderick's feet as his did so. Then looking down as Roderick did, when they raised their heads Amlodd stared at Roderick's face and gave a soft and non-meaning, "ow", with an arched eyebrow down to Roderick. Roderick didn't speak but had he, he would've stammered, and he slowly so as not to look afraid, backed off of Amlodd's feet. While everyone laughed lightly, Roderick went into a tantrum directed towards King Cai. "It is just as I heard. He has turned into a beast. A beast within a year! This is most unnatural! This is magic! His body is enhanced by the fae and I know it was done on the early morning of Epiphany last by that mad mage!" Baeddan stood up to protest. "I did no such thing, Your majesty. The contest between them tomorrow is as fair as can be!" "You didn't feed him a potion then? One that would make him grow into a giant? To give him muscles like granite? To have him cheat so he could best me? Brother Relgo, now!" With that a priest, built nearly as large as Roderick himself suddenly hurled a large iron cross at Amlodd. While Amlodd held it after catching it, the priest began to chant sternly and quickly, "In nomine Patris, ut deleret omnes magicae et dryadalum sanguinem de corpore... In nomine Patris, ut deleret omnes magicae et dryadalum sanguinem de corpore... In nomine Patris, ut deleret omnes magicae et dryadalum sanguinem de corpore!" There was a glow from the cross, and then one around Amlodd which then began to form a line, a stream at the top of his head, but after gathering for so long it receded back into Amlodd followed by a blinding flash. When everyone could see again, there was Amlodd still standing in the center of the hall, still as large as ever. "Brother Relego, I thought you said iron and that prayer would cast out all fairy magic and fairy blood from Amlodd!" Relego stood there dumbstruck, but the question wound up being answered by Baeddan. "It didn't work for two reason, Sir Roderick. Number one there is a small bit of magic here, but you allowed it. You did say when making your challenge last year that Amlodd had a year and a day to build himself up in any way he saw fit. You knew that although he would become a titch healthier, maybe even a tad bigger in a year, he would never gain the size needed unless he could have the training for years like you did. But you gave him that. You said you would give him a month for each year of training it took you to become the near giant man you are today, and you even then gave him a couple of months extra. So I did give him a potion, one that would make his body work and grow a year's worth within each month, but that was decided to be legal and just by the universe, otherwise it wouldn't have worked. The second reason why it didn't leave? He was a late bloomer. The height he has and the frame he has would've naturally happened to him in the next couple of years. He was indeed to be a giant of a man." Sir Roderick roared, "Auuuuuuuuugh! I will not have what was once a twig of a fool ruin my plans! He will not best me, and I still declare he cheated! I shall have this kingdom and rule over it!" With that his men, plus a few hidden ones, held swords and knives to key nobles, the king, and the prince. Roderick then grabbed a quite heavy, long oaken bench and smacked Amlodd upside the head with it. Amlodd having looked to see how Prince Rhys was doing didn't see it coming. Seeing stars Amlodd collapsed to the floor, attempting to shake off the blow. He just barely got his vision cleared to see the next strike with the bench and catch it with two hands as if he were hoisting a bar over his head. Roderick jumped and landed on the bench causing Amlodd to go into a crouching position, the bench in his hands and resting upon his broad back. He began to easily lurch back up, but then some of Roderick's men came to assist and jumped onto the bench as well. When even those three men didn't seem to slow the lurching down, Roderick bellow to all of his men to come over and assist. "Pile on. PILE ON! We keep him down we can take him out and the kingdom will be ours; the king too frail and the Prince a scullery maid!" Other men joined five men on the bench, eight men on the bench, twelve men on the bench... Roderick's dog handler jumped on. Thirteen men and two dogs on the bench. For a brief moment it seemed that Amlodd was pinned and the men could draw swords and daggers and stab him through. But Roderick forgot his time given for Amlodd to build up was still going. The challenge day wasn't until tomorrow, and Roderick and his men, left Amlodd in a grand position to work out and grow. The crowd began to speak in whispers and cries wonder what was going to happen? Was it a kingdom over throw? Was poor, poor Amlodd dead? When suddenly they began to hear grunts and moans from a low pitched voice followed up by some "whoas" from Roderick and his men. More grunts and groans, heavy labored breathing, whoas. Soon the sounds became on long string being chanted over and over again. The bench and the men on them began to bounce and bob as if they were actually in a small boat out on the water. It was Amlodd. He had positioned himself when they piled on to have his bulbous bubble butt resting on his ankles, while his arms were up and holding onto either side of the bench. He was currently bouncing on his legs... more and more he bounced... more and more and every ten reps or so higher and higher. Soon guests began to see his legs and they began to hear his tights. A rip here and zip there. Each rep, each bounce his tights became tighter and tighter, exceptionally form fitting. The guests could see as the tear drops of his grew larger, fatter, fuller, almost as though they were two, three, four wine skins being filled to capacity and prepared to burst. His thigh biceps mounded out more and more making his thighs look twice, three times as big as his waist, each! The hamstring pulled so thick and taught it could be used as an instrument string, probably a bass as big as it was. The diamonds on his calves grew wider and harder losing that shape and moving to large hearts with rising veins, making his calves appear to be two large sacks holding pythons that writhed and wriggled. With each bounce and size increase the seam of the tights popped and spread apart. Runs in these tight hose began to sprout on every side, soon one appeared every inch or so and pulled and ran the entire length of Amlodd's legs until it looked as though he wore leggings made of ribbons that were only attached and gathered at his waist and his ankles. By this time Amlodd was able to get his legs fully extended and standing straight despite the bench and its occupants' weight. Now it was time to get the bench up off his back. Still stooped, he began to once again bob his attempting captors and killers up and down in the air. Moaning and groaning, breathing through clenched teeth, Amlodd nearly swore as it seemed to be taking him so long to get them lifted, but eventually he did, but being in a stooped position began to lose some balance and so he somehow switched the load over his head and the pressing up came more from his chest and not his back. Now the bod and ride up and down was becoming really wide as Amlodd pushed them far up and out when his arms extended, but lowered them long and slow with his elbows sticking far behind his back and the bench resting on his chest. This too became quite cumbersome and soon Amlodd began to hoist them over head quickly into order to alternate between back and front, chest and back. As this was done he began to swell larger and thicker in his torso. The chest and back pulled, stretched, tore the diamonds on his tunic. In one sudden movement his back snapped the collar and started a rip down the center back. Next switch the chest snapped it and produce a rip all the way down to Amlodd's upper abdominals. This was followed by long ripping strips happening under the arms as Amlodd's lats spread out wider and wider as though a pair of wings were being unfolded. So it was just strips of multi diamond ribbons that were hanging off of Amlodd's shoulders that eventually fluttered to the floor and revealed a colossal column of cobblestones and bricks that a horse could walk across as a road, a chest that appeared as hard and to barrel out as large as any of the mead or wine casks created to hold hundreds of gallons, and a back and lats that grew into an upside-down evergreen tree that had grown on the bottom as wide the tops of 400 year old oaks. Through all the bouncing and bobbing, many of Roderick's men now yelped for fear, dropping their knives and swords and holding on to each other for dear life, not sure they wanted to find out what a ten to eleven foot drop in full armor would feel like. For Amlodd had now worked his way up to having them hoisted above his head. And he lowered them on his back and neck, then back up and down on his chest, over and over and over every time his biceps, triceps, forearms grew, expanded, became thicker, harder. So full were his biceps now when relaxed or full straightened they looked nearly square. Combine them with the clydesdale sized horse shoes Amlodd was now sporting for triceps, it looked as though Amlodd had the blocks he was hoisting at the Cathedral for upper arms. His fore arms grew as well, coming in thick, hard, veiny, pulsing and popping looking like most men's legs and calves, or gigantic roasted turkey legs were attached at Amlodd's elbows. The sleeves, the only thing left to Amlodd's clothes besides the crotch of his pants and his booties, everyone watched them stretch and pull and shrink wrap the mighty upper arms and tops of the forearms until when in the down position of holding the bench and knights on his chest or back they finally simply tore the fabric across the top of the bicep, or along the side exposing the crevice between bice, brachialis, medial and long heads of the tricep, or creating rips from the elbow up to the wrist, or snapping the cuffs. Eventually the sleeves having been shredded to threads drifted to the floor and there stood Amlodd nearly naked with his hands and arms held high above his head holding the bench with the knights and dogs. He stood motionless, his muscles, all of them totally swollen, fully hard, veins crossing over their valleys and dales, and streams of sweat winding and rolling in and out over the mountains and valleys of Amlodd's body. Hair matted from the sweat all over his body: across the expanse of his colossal chest, down the abs to his waistband, feathering over his quartz like quads, his block like biceps, his freakish forearms and concrete like calves, not to mention the five o'clock shadow on his jaw line or his mane of head hair. His neck looked like it had ballooned as well, becoming possibly thicker than his own head, and suddenly it looked to be pinched off by his trapezius which was mounding more and more mountain like as he held his attackers mid air. He was a living walking statue of the ancient Greco-Roman gods that folks had seen, except he was two...three...four...five times as built and broad as any of them. Finally Amlodd's gritted teeth came open and a low growl that became a scream came out of his mouth as his arms swung back and dipped down a little bit, only to instantly push out and swing forward at the same time, sending the bench, knights, and dogs hurtling through the air across the hall to land near to the double entrance doors. And now Amlodd stood there, breathing heavy, his chest heaving, his arms slightly bouncing up and down, up and down. Finally, he clenched his fists, bent his torso slightly forward, and brought his hands down and in front of his abs, flexing and crunching everything at once with a primal scream. "eeeeerrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAUGH! .... .... ..... huh.....huh..... The....huh....huh..... challenge..... huh....isn't......huh.....until to.....huh....to.....huh...huh.....TOMORROW!" And having been somewhat bent down in this pose, Amlodd picked up the Iron Cross from the floor, took in both hands on either side of the side bars, and making the same pose and growling louder, proceeded to bend the iron cross until it looked like two of the letters thorn for "th" (þ) placed next to each other in mirror image. Although Roderick's men were shaken and fumbling still from the thrown fall, Roderick was back on his feet screaming and rushing towards Amlodd. He went to strike with his left hand, Amlodd caught it. He went to strike with his right hand, Amlodd caught it. There they stood pushing one another with their hands together, fingers intertwined. A couple of times it seemed Roderick was winner and pushing Amlodd's hands backwards to touch his wrists, but this was only because Amlodd still was unsure of how large his body and muscles were or how easy it was to execute some movements with them. Still it wasn't too long of them going back and forth before Amlodd had the idea of basic fighting principles, and with a loud yell, moved forward, bending Roderick's hands back to the wrists and then twisting his arms down and out, nearly snapping Roderick's forearms off. A simple push sent Roderick then stumbling backwards towards the entrance door again. Amlodd turned to face King Cai and to apologize for having to fight on this last day of Christe-mas when he knew and understood the King's order for no fighting to occur until the first day of Epiphany was being disobeyed. But Roderick wasn't done. His coup wouldn't be stopped by a lowly jester... no, a jester's lackey. Screaming he snatched up two spears and chucked them at King Cai and Amlodd's back. "ENOUGH! NOUGH Nough nough ough gh gh gh....." It was Queen Ifanna who had stood up and with her hand stretched out. There was a flash of light and as her voiced echoed near endlessly throughout the hall, the spears stopped midair and then suddenly changed course flying into the back of two empty server's chairs. Stepping out from behind the head table, Ifanna walked towards Sir Roderick with a cold and stern look like a mother reproving her child. "I will not be undone! I will have..." "SILENCE!" and her voice again seemed to echo eternally throughout the castle halls. "You have caused men to fear you, not respect you for your size. Instead of helping your fellow man with your natural gifts of size and strength you have bullied them and taken from them to preserve yourself and never to help out your fellow man. Your king gave you a powerful position so you had something to occupy your time, to keep your idle hands busy and not turn to pursuits un-noble and wrong. And you repay him thus? Belittling him, his people, his son, and attempting to overthrow and become king yourself? Your king.... .... .... the Earth and Universe are much displeased with this." "And what will you do about it, witch?" "I AM NO WITCH! I control power of the Earth and Stars as guided by them to ensure harmony, prosperity, and peace. And this.... shall happen this eve." She gave a nod and motion of her head to have Amlodd stand near or over Roderick. Roderick stood up, presumably to take yet another swipe at bringing Amlodd down, but before he could, he felt a chill and a lack of ability to move. " Macson, oh, Macson, so vain with your size, It's blinds you to seeing life's true and great prize. Belittle and bully those weaker than you, Now called one a cheat, when his actions were true. So abhorred were your deeds, we now place this curse, To take what your prize away with a verse. And grant it unto your most gracious foe, To ensure you're in check, he more now shall grow. Your lack of chivalry tis now your downfall, live life here among us so tiny and small!" Sir Roderick and Amlodd both began to feel a tingling sensation all over their body and before he knew it, Roderick's worst nightmare began to take form. Two minutes pass and suddenly he realizes that his head only comes up to the bottom of Amlodd's jaw or chin. Two minutes pass quickly again and it becomes much worse, he just barely stands taller than Amlodd's shoulder. He cries aloud in protest, but once done realizes that now he only stands as tall as the top of Amlodd's chest. A string of expletives towards Ifanna and then he only comes up to the join of Amlodd's deltoid and upper arms, or right at his underarm. A defiant cry of "this is not happening!" and suddenly he's only as tall as the bottom of Amlodd's chest and it seemed to just out feet to him like some great awning stretching out above him. He now cries and sobs as pieces of his armor slough off of him as though he were a tiny child playing dress up in his father's clothes. And then Roderick only came up to where Amlodd's lats and mid torso meet. "You are a bitch and you will undo this right now!" And Roderick picked up dagger and as best as his much smaller and shorter arms could do, threw it at Queen Ifanna. It clattered to the floor well short of its mark, not due to magic but because of how weak and small he was. "Auuuuugghh...." Macson stood up straight for a second and then suddenly, he watched as the next row of Amlodd's abs rose above his vision and his head. "The curse shall stay upon you and for every time you are again bullying, arrogant, or abusive towards someone, you shall shrink another two inches, lose more muscle size and strength and it shall be given to your perceived foe or more to Amlodd should you cause that person to cross over. It shall do this until you have learned your lesson or your are as small as a fae, and then you will have to come to live in my realm." Macson let out a small yelp and as quickly as he could pulled his tunic out from under his armor, wrapped it around himself and then left the hall. Meanwhile servants were running into one another as they attempted to bring Brandywine and snifters for what with all the growing just added to Amlodd, none of his clothing was left intact. His feet had exploded out of his shoes, and if not his bubble butt, his more than enough, ample package caused the last bit of his pants to split and give way. He was now standing totally nude and with a pendulum greater in size than perhaps the town clock swinging in the breeze. Dozens of women fainted, many men looked despondent and depressed now, and it was rumored that even Prince Rhys let out a squeak of pleasure and then passed out in his chair. Amlodd went to grab the bench and hold it in front of his groin, but Queen Ifanna waved her hand and soon dew drops swirled all over him, the breeze blustered and gusted all around him and he was clean and well wash from his ordeal and then all his scraps of cloth from his torn clothing, along with a few of the banners on the wall, combined together to make a brand new pair of pants and tunic that fit him well and just snug so that he was dressed both with comfort and move ability, but all could see he was a man with extreme muscular size and strength. Amlodd approached the high table, bowed before King Cai and issued an apology for having burst through his clothes and being nude in front of everyone. The King chuckled and said there was no need to apologize as number one, the growth really wasn't in his control and two, because he had just saved the king and the kingdom. But at that very moment one last pop was to be heard, It was the pop of Amlodd's necklace. His neck had grown too thick and strong for the necklace and it had managed to stretch the chain, some of the links apart and release causing his amulet to fall onto the table in front of King Cai. Cai looked down at the amulet and then his eyes grew wide. "Who gave you this amulet, boy?" "I assume my actual father did, sire. It was around my neck when Cadman and Beca found me." "Cadman, Beca, come forth. You say you found this child?" "Yes. As we said last year, it was half a day's journey from the last great hall at which we performed that season." "Young man, what is your last name?" "Pryce, your majesty, why?" "That amulet contains the crest of the Duke of Langberch, Sir Islwyn Pryce. I know this for that duchy is part of my kingdom and Islwyn is a distant cousin, thus part of the royal family. Something like the mid thirties or so in line for the throne. I had heard of his death, but nothing about you, except how you had gone missing." "Your Majesty," said Beca. "We didn't take him, truthfully. We found him amongst props and other thing in one of our wagons. The staff of the household feared him to be a changeling due to his long size as a baby. We accidentally caused the death of Sir Islwyn, so the staff thought it was our responsibility to take care his child. We told them no. When we discovered Amlodd, we saw his name on the back of the amulet and knew he was Sir Islwyn's baby boy but we didn't think anyone there wanted him. We only knew Islwyn as some great local Lord... by name.... we didn't know him by title." King Cai sat back in his chair and sighed. "Well then, before festivities resume, we must take care of some business. I want all to hear me and hear me well and good. These are formal and royal proclamations and the scribes shall do well to note it, as well as the Chamberlains and Heralds. First, for saving us and the kingdom this day, Amlodd Pryce is here by granted knighthood in our most prestigious order. Second Sir Pryce is hereby to assume his station as his father's son and heir and it to be Duke Pryce of Langberch. Third, the regent whom I appointed to govern Langberch until the heir be found, has sided with the former Sir Roderick, so I will send you immediately to take back your duchy, trounce the regent, and restore order and control of the duchy as quickly as you can. Fourth once you have done that, you are to find someone to act on your behalf in those lands for you are to move back here for two reasons: reason A. You are to take control of my armies. A man of your gigantic stature, size, build, and strength, just by being here will surely dissuade any enemies for thinking to attack. We shall have the best of my warriors help teach and train you in fighting and tactics. and B. In as much as I'm not sure about this.... lifestyle.... I certainly cannot change my son, nor where his feelings of adoration and passion take him. I have no idea how you feel, but given that we now know you are of royal and noble birth, not to mention the addition of physical stature to the royal line wouldn't hurt, if you manage to come to some agreement on having children somehow, then I have no problem with an arrangement of marriage between you and him, if you'll have him." The giant, Sir Pryce blushed deeply and sheepishly said, "I thank you, your Majesty for all these gifts, and.... yes if he will have me, I will have Price Rhys." Shouts of joy and laughter filled the air. King Cai ordered the armor of Macson taken away to be reshaped and used to make new, larger armor for Sir Amlodd Pryce, Duke of Langberch. Amlodd was asked to sit at high table, Cadman and Beca and all members of their troupe were given extra payment at the end of their performances for not only being such good entertainers but for having restored the Duchy of Langberch, a branch of the royal family, and the reason why the kingdom was saved. Prince Rhys was finally roused awake and spent the remainder of the evening sitting in Amlodd's lap, who prayed all night that he would not pop and erection in front of the crowd in the hall, even with wearing well fitted pants. Later the Prince and Amlodd went strolling up the Prince's bed chambers. Amlodd remembered first meeting the Prince, when although taller than the Prince then, the Prince at least came up to Amlodd's brow. Now the Prince just barely made it up over the bottom of Amlodd's pecs, just under the arms or right where the deltoids and upper arms meet. Speaking of upper arms, the Prince went through his yearly clothing allowance that night, having Amlodd pull his pants up over his arms, lacing the pants shut, and then flexing his arms and watching the laces or the waist band snap. Rhys nearly went into orgasm when they compared the tattered challenging glove of Macson to Amlodd's hand which dwarfed it considerably well. However Rhys became quite the surprise and great lover to Amlodd. Bringing Amlodd into the castle, several things had to be redone. He now stood head and pecs taller than the doorways, the end of the beds hit him at the knees, if his head was completely against the headboard, his knees tilted tables so that he tipped them over, and chairs frequently broke under his size and weight. Of course, it was still a chore to make clothes for him as well, and most horses shied away from now, so he rode into battle not upon a horse, but drawn in massive chariot pulled by four great plough horses. Nothing ever truly fit Amlodd.... .... .... save Prince Rhys. Amlodd wasn't sure how it was possible, but Rhys would slide down, taking Amlodd's mighty rod all the way to his globe like balls. It seemed that Rhys never tired of Amlodd and his great physique. Every night all Amlodd had to do was to bounce a pec here or pop a bicep there, or let his trews drop and let his staff sway. Within a heart beat Rhys was there, climbing him to reach his mouth and kiss him, clinging to his neck, groping his shoulders, cupping his pecs, pinching and sucking his nipples, sucking or squeezing his biceps and upper arm, tracing his abs, grasping his buttocks, caressing his thighs, following the contour of his hamstrings, kneading his calves, massaging and comparing his feet or hands, combing his chest hair with fingers, or stroking, sucking, or sitting on his colossal cock. The pair were frequently late for morning breakfast and meetings because Prince Rhys usually had to perform all these actions and he took his time doing so, sometimes even stopping and waiting, reducing Amlodd the giant to moaning and tears. During festival times, Rhys would work Amlodd up for several nights in a row and then leave him hanging and on the last evening of the festival, perform the ritual of caressing again and then Either shimmy his ass slowly and bouncing down Amlodd's royal scepter or take his average prick and fuck Amlodd's mighty anaconda until Amlodd screamed and roared in ecstasy. It's been said they have broken five beds, up to ten tables, and nearly a gross of chairs, and those festival nights, Amlodd fills at least two chamber pots completely full, but not with piss or poo. It is this they have used to impregnate the "Proxy Queen", a fair lass selected by both Rhys and Amlodd to be the surrogate mother for their child... make that children. All of them strapping young lads who matched in height, if not stood taller than their father Rhys by the age of eleven, and sometimes given to small bursts of growth, probably due to small ones Amlodd continued to have. Yes.... no one is exactly sure how long it took, or how much size Macson gave still to Amlodd. He was able to live decently and alone after selling the jewels that were once incrusted into his goblet, but oh he still had an attitude. A man here, a young lad there, he still threatened and picked fights, becoming more and more upset and jealous because these fights left him smaller and weaker than before. Of course there were the few who came back hoping to gain more height and strength from Macson, only to be extremely pissed when they didn't grow again and took it out on him. The royal family wasn't sure how long it took before Macson caused his own disappearance, but they guess he killed at least three men in his fights from the size Amlodd had grown, which in turn affected his son's growth. The local townsfolk say that the last time they saw Macson Roderick was at a tavern one festival night. He had ordered his usual large tankard of ale which he could barely hold let alone consume. His stature having shrunk so small, this tankard alone was enough to make him a rude angry drunk and picking an unwarranted fight with three men. They say he stumbled home that night only to discover that he was now so short he couldn't even reach the door handle to his house. As he cried and pounded on his door in frustration, there was a blinding flash and he was faced by Queen Ifanna who took him into the fairy realm with him screaming and kicking. And those folks who live in the woods warn travelers that Macson still didn't learn for he came in as one of the biggest fairies that night, but now there are a band of fairies that stand nearly two feet tall and poor Macson now sits in a fairy sized bird cage, a pet to Queen Ifanna. And that's the story of how our fair kingdom came to be ruled by a giant, mountain of a man. Some took him for a fool, a real fool, but he grew into a powerhouse! And now only a fool would attack our fair kingdom and Kings Rhys and Amlodd, for not only is Amlodd a huge and powerful man to contend with, but their five sons are all grown now and mountainous giant each in their own right, equal to the size of their father, if not a wee bit bigger. If you ever want to see what gods look like in all their glory, it's nearly sun rise now, and that near hidden path leads to Loch Cyhyrau, the loch where the royal baths are built over and almost every morning at dawn you can see Kings Rhys and Amlodd and their five sons: Glanmor Foawr, Drystan Famhair, Efrog Arafa, Kyledyr Fathach, Caswallawn Cawr, and their five husbands, taking a bath.... amongst other things.
  22. an0n12

    Coach Knows Best

    Coach had started me on some new drug he wouldn’t tell me anything about asides from “You’ll get gains like you’ve never seen” and a cryptic warning to “keep it in my fucking pants”, as in no sex, no masturbation, no release what so ever. Now normally this wouldn’t bother me…too much despite my high libido I can hold off for some time if need be but something was different while I was on this miracle drug. I’d been using it for two weeks now under the constant supervision of my coach and made some amazing strides in mass and strength, I’ve gained over 20lbs of muscle and broken every single one of my max lifts by a substantial amount. Hell all of my clothes look like they’re going to burst off me now with such growth in a short time but the one thing that has been worrying me the most is…well…my junk has been effected too, both my dick and balls are constantly swollen and very tender. In fact I swear they’ve grown along with the rest of me. Though even if I wanted to finally jack off and get rid of some pressure in my over burdened sack it damned near hurts to even touch it so I’ve left well enough alone. Today coach and I are making a video for his social media and he’s made sure I’m wearing my spandex clothes to show off my recent size as his prize client. He’s had hands all over me during the video to demonstrate for viewers the proper movements, my body is so sensitive at this point any touch is electrifying to me and my swollen muscles and genitals constantly rubbing my spandex clothes are keeping me on edge the entire video shoot. I’d thought if coach doesn’t stop soon I’d blow on camera but we thankfully finished before I did. I headed to the locker room to calm myself down and got a look in the mirror just how fucking obvious my excitement was now, my dick was pointing straight up half way up to my chest rubbing on my abs with every movement trapped there by my spandex shirt while my balls were so heavy and swollen they had weighed my shorts down enough you could see my bush and part of my dick through the opening between my shirt and shorts. As I very, very, gingerly touched them out of both pride and curiosity of their new size coach comes out of no where to congratulate me on a job well done with a hearty slap to my ass. After the last two weeks and my current situation that was enough to do it. The dam burst right then and there, a dam trying to hold back the Pacific Ocean but failing spectacularly. Coach started to cuss telling me I was in for it now and boy was he right. He told, as I was cumming a nigh non stop stream all over my front side, that until the body fully process the drug you can’t cum at all or you lose everything you gained while on it, or in other words I was about to cum twenty plus pounds of muscle all over the locker room floor and myself. Twenty pounds or in other words around three to four gallons of fluid was about to force it’s way out of the only exit it had, my dick. The coach smirked at me as he watched me thrash about turning my black clothes almost totally white and make a puddle spread over the entire room. He told me that to make up for lost time now that I couldn’t hold it in we are going to have to do a double dose at the very least, maybe a triple dose (he said forebodingly), I couldn’t process what he was saying as I was still in the throes of the worst/best orgasm of my life. Soon the flow tapered off and my hurting dick and balls finally calmed down back to a more manageable size as coach threw a towel on me telling me to clean up and meet him in the gym to start working back what I just wasted.
  23. Ziel

    OmniGro

    This is a bit of a collaborative story between whatinsomnia from FA and I. A lot of the kinks and transformation ideas, but I did all the writing and characterizations. This series has been in the works for ages. As such the first chapter is not quite as polished as my newer stuff, but it's pretty interesting to see how my style has changes in the past year. [Next Chapter] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "There we go. A full nine inches. Congratulations, babe." Eli said proudly. The slender, blond man smiled broadly as he compared his lover's thick, olive skinned rod against the tic marks on the soft, fabric tape measure. "Finally..." Marco grumbled. He furrowed his brow and ran his fingers through his short, wavy dark brown hair and rubbed his scalp. "We've been using this stuff for six months now and I've only added an inch." "These things take time. You've already shown much better progress than most of the testimonials." Eli stated matter-of-factly as he pulled off his tight, latex gloves and dumped them into the garbage. "The only reason it works so slow is because they want to make us buy more. It's a big scam, I tell ya!" Marco grumbled as he chucked the now empty tube of MetaGro into the trashcan. "Hell, I bet you could make one that works a hundred times better than that crap." "You seem to give me quite a bit of credit." Eli replied playfully as he stroked his lover's thick cock. "Just saying what I think, babe..." Marco cooed between gasps. "You're twelve times as smart as any of those eggheads at MetaGro." Marco let out a gasp and shuddered as he felt his boyfriend masterfully work over his respectable tool. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Eli replied seductively before wrapping his lips around the impressive dick. He could feel Marco shuddering and his lover's sizeable dick twitching as he rubbed his tongue against it. "God... you're so good at that..." Marco murmured between gasps. Eli lifted off of his lover's shuddering dick and flashed the lean, olive skinned beauty a sultry glance. "I'm even better at this." He said saucily as he climbed up into his lover's lap. Eli slowly lowered himself down upon his lover's eagerly awaiting cock. Marco shuddered in ecstasy as he felt his boyfriend's tight hole swallow his cock. Eli definitely knew how to ride dick like a pro. The pale, slender man rocked his hips back and forth, causing his lover's dick to slide back and forth inside of him. Eli could feel Marco shuddering beneath him and his lover's cock shifting and twitching deep within him. "You can't be ready to cum already, can you?" The blond asked incredulously. "Sorry babe... you're too good." Marco muttered between gasps. "That's no excuse. Come on. I'm not getting off until I've had my fun and neither are you." Eli teased as he began rocking his hips even harder and faster. Marco grunted and groaned but still kept his load down. "That's it... just a little more." Eli moaned as he ramped up the pace even more. Marco had one of the biggest cocks Eli had ever ridden, but Eli still couldn't help but daydream about bigger and better things. Eli's private stash of monster dildos were all at least fourteen inches long and twice as thick as the rod that Marco was sporting. These plastic replicas lacked the warmth and passion of a real dick, but they certainly split Eli wide. He couldn't get enough of the sensation of being stretched out by such amazingly thick tools. At the rate the special gel they were using was working, it would be years before Marco's dick got truly huge. Marco was right, and Eli knew it. The slender blond was a whiz at chemistry, and MetaGro was most likely stifling scientific discoveries that could increase the potency of their serum in order to sell more doses. Eli's mind drifted to thoughts of his hot Latin lover of two years sporting well over a foot of rock hard cock. Eli's cock began to shudder and dribble pre just from thinking of impaling himself upon such a glorious specimen. He could almost feel himself getting split wider and wider as the beast ravaged him senseless. Eli moaned sensually as his cock lurched and spewed forth thick wads onto his lover's chest and stomach. Marco let out a sigh of relief and sexual bliss as he too allowed himself to finally cum. Eli could feel the thick wads spurting inside of him. Eli collapsed onto his lover's chest and threw his arms over Marco's lean shoulders as he waited for his heart rate and his breathing to normalize. "That was great, babe." He cooed into his lovers ears in between deep breaths. "Now go get cleaned up. You've got work in the morning." Eli softly instructed Marco as he got to his feet. Marco managed a weak nod and grunt of understanding but continued to lie back on the couch as he basked in the afterglow of being ridden in such an expert fashion. Eli scooped up Marco's discarded shirt and slipped it on as he sauntered off back to his personal lab. Eli liked to think of himself as a freelance researcher, although mad scientist was probably a more accurate description. He made a very nice living by performing experiments and studying fields of science that the big businesses didn't deem profitable enough to foot the bill for. He had made a number of startling breakthroughs and had sold the patents from his discoveries to fund his hobby. In the few years since college he had amassed a small fortune as well as built his own private, top of the line science facility. He took a moment to admire himself in the mirror as he entered his lab. By all accounts he was a good looking guy. His slight, slim features and long, straight blond hair could even be described as pretty or even feminine. He didn't mind these words though. In fact, he secretly enjoyed them. He picked a hair tie up from off the desk beside him and pulled his long hair back into a ponytail, leaving just the bangs loose to frame his delicate features.Other than his hair, he didn't bother getting cleaned up at all. One of the beauties of working at home was that he could show up at the office clad in just his lover's oversized, white button up shirt. Eli hadn't even bothered to close the front of it. His smooth chest and clean shaven cock and balls were left exposed to the elements. He enjoyed the cool air against his skin, though. The only reason he was wearing the shirt was because the scent of his boyfriend's cologne helped to calm his nerves and harden his dick.Eli couldn't get what Marco had said to him out of his head. There really was no reason why he couldn't solve this issue, and who knows? He might even turn a nice profit out of it. What really motivated him was the thought of his lover sporting the cock of his dreams. Eli kept the image of Marco sporting a foot and a half long, rock hard boner seared into the forefront of his mind as he worked feverishly. The image caused Eli's own perfectly average five inches to stand at attention, but he did nothing to attend to it. The constant state of arousal just helped spur him on in his scientific pursuits.Eli didn't come up from his lab for almost a week. Marco was used to these long absences by now, but he still got a little lonely during the times that Eli was in hardcore research mode. The only times Marco even saw his boyfriend were during the times when he went to the lab to bring meals or a fresh change of clothes. Eli didn't even come up to shower or sleep since he had his own small living quarters built into the lab.During the week Eli worked feverishly running simulations, testing isotopes, comparing genetic data. He approached the problem from every possible angle, but he still made little progress. He had been so focused on his work that he hadn't even bothered to take care of his more basic needs. As he got into day six, his more primal desires began to override his scientific mind. He popped up one of his simulations and stared at the 3D rendered image of his lover. The render was completely nude and sporting a cock that stretched up to his chest. Eli reached down with one hand and slipped his pointer and middle finger into his ass. He almost came right then and there. It had been almost a week since he had gotten any action and he was feeling painfully pent up.He fought a battle with his scientific drive and his sexual urges as he jacked off and tenderly fingered himself. Part of his mind refused to abandon his projects even in the midst of such base pursuits. He was very close to cracking this case after all. The only stumbling block seemed to be finding the perfect base for his serum. He had a theory, and his theories were usually right. He figured he could make a gel similar to MetaGro that, when rubbed into the soft tissue of the body, could spur rapid growth in that region. He just needed a core ingredient... something that contained much of the genetic data that he needed... something that also contained all the basic proteins needed for growth.Eli sighed contentedly as he felt the warm goop splatter against his exposed chest. He slid back in his chair and took a moment to bask in calm and relaxed feeling that washed over him after a nice good wank. He slowly lifted his messy hand up to his face and was just about to lick it off when he had the scientific epiphany of the century. His contented grin broadened into a huge, toothy smile of manic glee as he stared at the thick, sticky mess that was dripping from his fingers.Leaping into action, Eli gathered the materials and loaded them into the mixer he had prepared for such an occasion. He was positively giddy as he ran the calculations in his head again and again. This had to work. The science all checked out. He was never wrong on such things. He stared happily as the small wad he scraped off his chest got mixed in with various chemicals and compounds. The mixture changed from white, to green, to purple, and finally back to white. By the time it was done, the formula had taken on a gelatinous state.He picked up the beaker and stared into it excitedly. He just needed to test it. He almost ran upstairs and forced the newly christened mixture onto his boyfriend, but as sure as he was, he would never risk something so untested on someone he cared so much about. He pondered for a moment and decided that this best course of action was to test it on himself.Eli slipped on a pair of skin tight, latex gloves and stuck two fingers into the goop. He scooped up a small gob of it and eyed it suspiciously. Sure, he could apply it to his dick, but where was the fun in that. Not that he didn't want a bigger dick. Even bottoms love having huge cocks after all, but he had a better idea. He would be needing a lot more spunk to make further batches. That was assuming that this current batch worked, but he already knew it would.Eli began gently kneading the gel into his nuts. He had always had pretty meager balls, and he was excited at the prospect of soon having larger ones. He wasn't sure how much larger yet, but if this substance worked like he theorized, he could soon make them as large as he wanted. The murky gel vanished into his skin almost instantly. It absorbed into his skin so cleanly that it didn't even leave behind any residue.Eli sat in his chair, waiting patiently for any sign of change. It took but a few seconds for the first tingles to begin to course through his nuts. He grinned slightly as the sensation intensified. His grin grew into a broad smile as his nuts began to swell visibly before his very eyes. His previously marginal nuts swelled to the size of golf balls in a matter of seconds.After the initial surge, the growth seemed to taper off altogether. Eli wasn't disappointed, though. He still had a beaker full of the stuff with which to really ramp up his size. He stuck his hand into the container and scooped up a large glob of the compound and rubbed it into his nuts. Just as before, the tingling sensation followed soon after. The much larger dosage had the effect that Eli had predicted. His already decently sized balls swelled before his very eyes. They quickly grew and grew until they were the size of chickens eggs, and then small apples, and then finally the size of baseballs before the growth ground to a halt. Eli smiled broadly as he scoped out his newly enhanced nuts. The growth had abated, but they still tingled pleasantly. He wrote this off as a mere side effect of the increased dosage.He was so excited by his new and improved nuts that he was already rock hard. His eyes drifted over to the last little bit of the growth gel that was sitting inside the beaker. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with that. He reached his hand in and scraped up the last bits of the serum with his fingers and then rubbed the mixture along his rigid dick. He was so giddy about the prospects of increasing his mediocre dick that pre was already dribbling out of the tip of his painfully erect cock.The gel vanished into his skin much the same as before, followed soon after by the warm tingling sensation. He watched with bated breath as his dick slowly began to expand before his very eyes. He wanted to just sit there and stare in awe at the steady growth of his own dick, but his scientific mind needed numbers to corroborate what he was seeing. He turned in his swiveling chair back towards his desk and fumbled through his drawer for something he could use. He had no rulers, but he did have a small protractor that had the first six inches marked off on it. He quickly lined the flat edge of the plastic semi-circle up along the side of his swelling cock and stared. He could barely stifle his giggles of manic glee as the tip of his dick crept up along the tic marks. His dick was already five and a half inches by the time he had begun measuring. That was a gain of half an inch in a matter of seconds, and it was showing no signs of stopping. By the time the growth finally had! tapered off, the tip of his dick was well past the edge of the protractor. Eli couldn't stop grinning like a goof even if he had wanted to. He was now sporting over six inches of cock. He had put on well over an inch in under a minute. That was more than Marco had grown in six months using MetaGro.He was so worked up from watching his cock and balls grow before his very eyes that he didn't even manage to get his hand around is cock to jack off before it erupted like a volcano. It was the single most powerful orgasm he had had to date. Thick, heavy ropes of jizz flew trough the air, coating his exposed chest and even splattered into his face and hair. Just one spurt of jizz would have dwarfed any load he had ever shot, but again and again spooge launched forth from his dick. It wasn't until after the eighth heavy wad that his spurts finally began to taper off.Eli collapsed into his chair and gasped for breath as the post-wank bliss fogged his brain. He could feel the warm, thick spunk rolled down his face and chest as he lay there. He felt so amazing that he wanted to just lie there basting in his own spooge, but his scientific mind refused to let such a wonderful sample go to waste. He forced his sluggish body to get up and get to work. He staggered awkwardly around the lab as he scraped off as much salvageable spunk as he could into a beaker. There was so much cum that he filled the beaker to the brim and still had plenty left over.With the raw materials successfully gathered and loaded into the mixer, Eli finally allowed himself to slump back into his chair and bask in both the afterglow and the pride that came with such an impressive scientific discovery. His lethargy vanished instantly upon hearing the telltale ding from the machine though. There were far too many possibilities to explore with a brand new batch of gel for him to be sitting around goofing off like that.Eli hopped to his feet and skipped over to the mixer. The latest batch was several times larger than the previous one. He had an entire vat of product with which to work with now. His mind was already racing on ideas of what to do with it. Of course he knew he was going to get Marco to use it, but the question was, where would Marco use it? Obviously he would grow his boyfriend's dick, but why stop there? Marco had long lamented his inability to really bulk up. Eli theorized that this new compound would allow for Marco's muscles to swell in a matter of minutes, and of course, Eli's theories were always correct. The possibilities were endless.Eli was just about to load up the vat of gel and take it upstairs when he got a brief glimpse of his backside reflected in the glass. The blond frowned as he scoped out his own flat, boney ass. What he wouldn't give for a truly rockin' caboose. He got halfway through his sigh of disappointment when he realized that he had the answers to his prayers quite literally within his grasp.Eli quickly slipped on a fresh set of gloves and scooped up huge gobs of gel into each hand and began rubbing it into his flat butt cheeks. He could already feel it working as he reached into the tub and started a second couple of handfuls. He moaned sensually as he felt his ass swelling against his fingers while he rubbed in the second helping. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from giggling as he daydreamed about how truly gigantic his badonk would be in a matter of minutes.Eli was so happy that he sashayed over to the mirror to scope out the changes. He wished he had someone on hand that could give him a drum roll as he slowly lifted up the oversized, white button up shirt that he had been wearing. His rump was already huge and still swelling. Eli was ecstatic. He had a big dick, huge balls, and now a massive ass. He had seemingly everything he had always wanted, but something still seemed off. He turned slightly to scope out the view from various angles, and it hit him. His butt looked ridiculously out of place without hips to match. His huge, round cheeks were spilled over the sides of his slender frame. It looked like he had a couple of flesh colored playground balls glued to his backside. He knew there was only one solution for him. He had to grow his hips, too.Eli hopped giddily back to the vat and slathered on another couple of handfuls of gel onto his boney thighs. If his calculations were correct, which they always were, he would soon have amazingly wide, sensual thighs. His hips would look positively feminine by the time he was done, but this didn't bother him at all. He had secretly wished to have a more effeminate build. His slim, lanky body made him look too much like a twelve year old boy for his tastes. The only one who really knew about his effeminate side was Marco, who had often encouraged Eli to express this side of himself more. Eli had always been a bit too nervous about flaunting his femininity in public, but now that he would have the body to match, he was thinking it was time he changed all that.Eli peeled off his gloves and jogged back over the mirror to check out his new and improved physique. What he saw made him overjoyed and more than a little hot under the collar. He was absolutely stunning. His narrow, lanky frame was now wide and luscious from the waist down. His was now sporting wide, sensual hips that any girl would kill to have.It wasn't just his waist that was looking amazing, though. His cock was simply wonderful. The rigid shaft now stood over seven inches tall and was as thick as the TV remote in the living room. His impressive dick was topped off with two huge, low hanging balls that were the size of softballs. Each hefty orb felt so heavy and full of cum even though Eli had just jacked off a scant few minutes ago. He reached down and gripped his nuts with both hands. He was slightly surprised by just how huge and full they were. It was obvious that they had grown a bit more since he had administered the dosage, but he wasn't worried. They looked and felt even better than before. His nuts were now so huge that just one turgid orb could fill his entire palm. They were so huge and heavy that he could barely even hold his nut with one hand.Eli took his hands off his wondrously huge nuts and turned to scope out the changes to his backside. His ass was beyond phenomenal. The previously flat, bony cheeks were now so huge and full that each cheek was as wide as his hips used to be. He slapped one of his round, supple buns and watched in the mirror as it jiggled slightly. His ass was huge, but gravity didn't seem to be impacting it in a negative way. His cheeks managed to stay pert and perky despite their size. Each cheek was bigger than a basketball and had just the right curvature to it to really accentuate their size without looking flabby. He turned sideways to scope out his profile and was pleased to see that his ass jutted out several inches behind him. He was definitely going to be needing bigger pants, but that was a small price to pay for looking fabulous.The only downside, if one could call it that, was that his cheeks were now so large that they were bunching up against each other. Eli shifted his weight around and quickly found that spreading his legs wider gave his copious buns more room to spread out. The new stance took some getting used to, but he couldn't argue with the results. His new pose accentuated his luscious hips even more, drawing even more attention to just how wide and sensual his butt and hips were now.Eli could have stared at his glorious ass for hours, but he was roused from his reverie by the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway. He glanced quickly over at the clock and, for the first time in almost a week, realized just how late it had gotten. Marco was due to be home from work already. Eli quickly put a lid over the vat and hauled the awkwardly heavy tub of goop up the stairs and plopped it on the dining room table. Marco was sure taking his time getting in from the car, but Eli was actually relieved since it meant he had plenty of time to get everything perfect for his lover's homecoming.Marco grunted as he hoisted the several bags of groceries into his arms and smacked the car door shut with a quick jut of his butt. He got about halfway up the steps before he began to wonder if maybe he should have made two trips instead of trying to manhandle all the groceries into the house in one load, but he was enough of a male egotist that setting one or two of the bags down to lighten the load was simply out of the question. He fumbled awkwardly with the door handle using his left knee and shifted the bags in such a way that he could pull the door open using his right pinky. Once the screen door was open it was just a matter of rubbing his butt against the knob until the solid, wooden door granted him access.Marco heard the latch click and felt the door begin to slide open. He quickly regained his balance and turned to enter the house, but what he saw caused his jaw to drop. The bags he was carrying followed right after. There in the doorway was his sweet, slender, blond boyfriend, but Eli was much different than Marco remembered him. Everything above the waist was the same, but as soon as Marco's eyes reached Eli's waist he could see the blond's hips had broadened considerably. Eli's hips were now almost twice as wide as his slender waist.That wasn't even the biggest change. Eli's state of total undress left his now almost eight inch rod openly on display. He already rivaled Marco's old size and had Marco's new size outclassed in terms of girth. Eli's cock was almost as thick as a beer can now. Dangling below his lover's impressive shaft were two, hefty nuts that were closing in on the size of cantaloupes."You got the formula to work, huh?" Marco replied as casually as he could muster. He was hoping to come across cool and collected, but the cracking of his voice and the red hue of his face gave him away."You don't know the half of it." Eli said happily before leaning forward and planting a kiss square on his lover's lips. Eli was quite a bit shorter than Marco, but there was a bit of a step up to the doorway which placed Eli's large cock at the perfect height to grind against his lover's bulge as they made out in plain sight of the neighbors. When they finally broke apart from their passionate embrace, Marco had a large wet spot towards the bottom of his shirt where Eli's rigid cock had leaked pre all over him, and Marco's own sizeable cock was straining visibly against the fabric of his pants."Come on, come on. In with you. Off with them." Eli muttered hurriedly as he pulled his boyfriend into the house."What about the groceries." Marco asked innocently."Fuck the groceries." Eli muttered as he hastily pulled open the front of his boyfriend's shirt, popping a few buttons off in the process."I tried that once with a cucumber... it wasn't as fun as I was led... oh...." Marco tried to make a quick quip, but the feeling of his lover's mouth against the bulge in the front of his pants quickly derailed any form of witticism he could have attempted. Eli continued to suck on the front of his lover's pleats even while awkwardly fumbling with Marco's belt and buttons. They both held their breath in anticipation as Eli pulled down on the waistband of both Marco's pants and boxers. They both watched in silence as his warm, olive toned cock sprung free from its cloth confines."Oh, we can do so much better than that." Eli remarked lasciviously as he stared at his boyfriend's rigid nine inches. "Come on. Step out of them." Eli commanded his dark haired, Latin lover. Marco silently complied, stepping up with one foot and then the other, allowing Eli to pull Marco's pants and shoes off his feet one foot at a time. Marco was left standing in the entryway clad in just a tattered blue dress shirt, which he promptly pulled off and added to the rest of the pile of clothes."Come on. Have a seat. Over there." Eli jabbered giddily as he pointed over towards the dining room table. Marco smiled and silently complied. It had been ages since he had seen his boyfriend this happy, and judging from the changes the slender blond had gone through in just the course of one afternoon, Eli had every reason to be. The blond scientist was hopping around the room like a kid on Christmas."Huh? What's this?" Marco asked as he prodded the giant vat of what appeared to be murky white gelatin. The goop in the gigantic bucket jiggled slightly in response to his poking."Try not to get any on you. It's very powerful stuff." Eli explained as he rounded the corner from the pantry. Eli finished pulling on a fresh pair of gloves that he had just grabbed."Do you need me to do anything?" Marco asked politely. He was pretty used to dealing with Eli now and so he was pretty sure he would be asked to sit back and shut up, but he still felt the need to ask anyway."Just sit back and watch the magic." Eli replied giddily as he scooped up a huge handful. Eli got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend's still fully boned rod and began rubbing the huge gob of gel into the shaft. Marco was surprised at just how quickly the substance disappeared into his skin. In a little more than a second after application he looked like he had never come in contact with the goop at all.Marco stared at his hard-on suspiciously for a second. He was just about to ask how long it would take to feel anything when the tingling set in. It felt surprisingly nice and warm, almost as if a million tiny fingers were rubbing his dick. He moaned softly, but he didn't take his eyes off of his cock. In a matter of seconds after the tingling set in, he could already see the difference. His dick was swelling before his very eyes. His jaw went slack as he saw his dick get bigger, and longer, and thicker. He wished he had something to gauge his size off of, but Eli has been thinking ahead. Less than a second after Marco thought about the need for measurement, Eli already had the ruler in place. Marco stared in awe at his dick as the tip slowly crept past the ten inch mark and then the eleven inch mark. He had put on over two inches in less than a minute, and it was still growing.Eli tossed aside the ruler and grabbed two more heaping handfuls of gel. He immediately began rubbing these giant gobs of the compound into his lover's nuts. "H.. Hey, isn't that a little much?" Marco tried to ask, but he was quickly silenced by a stern glare from his blond lover. Marco decided to just go with it. He could stand to boost his balls anyway. The previous mixture he had been using had only increased the size of his dick a bit. His balls were still at their old size, and the bigger branch was definitely making the berries look smaller. Marco was just a little worried that his boyfriend might be getting a little carried away.Marco's apprehension faded away when he felt the tingling course through his balls. Even before he looked down to watch his nuts growing, he could feel them getting fuller and heavier by the second. The sensation of raw virility and sexual power that came with his balls swelling was exhilarating. He had to hold his now foot long dick back so that he could watch his balls swelling uninterrupted. He could have sworn his dick was even bigger than it was a minute ago, but that was not the most important issue on his mind at the moment. He stared in awe as his previously medium sized balls swelled up to the size of baseballs in a matter of seconds. He was so fascinated watching the two softball sized balls pull up and then descend that he was barely even aware of his boyfriend grabbing another couple handfuls of goop until Eli was kneeling before him and slowly reaching in to dose Marco's already hefty balls once more."Again...?" Marco sputtered as he stared as he stared into Eli's eyes. He recognized that lascivious glint in his lover's eyes, but he also knew Eli well enough to know that he would never do anything that Marco would object to. Eli sure loved to push the limits, though."That depends. Are you asking me to dose you again or are you asking whether or not I am going to dose you again?" Eli teased playfully, wiggling his laminated fingers as he spoke."I..." Marco's initial reaction was to tell Eli to stop. His balls were plenty big already. His balls were inhumanly large in fact, but his heart skipped a beat and he felt some fluttering in his stomach as his eyes drifted down to Eli's melon sized nuts. The enlarged cum factories looked so amazing and sexy, and Marco's own enhanced balls felt so wonderful that he just couldn't help himself. The words were out of his mouth before he even realized what he was saying. "I want more... Bigger... please." He pleaded breathlessly. He silently chastised himself, but it was too late. He could already feel his lover's gelled up fingers rubbing against his tingly balls.The second round of growth began just as suddenly as the first had. Marco actually grinned as he watched his nuts go from the size of softballs, to the size of grapefruit, and then swelled up even more until they were the size of cantaloupes."That's just the start of the fun." Eli said with a sly grin on his face. Marco looked up to see that his blond lover had another couple of heaping handfuls of the gel, but Eli didn't appear to be interested in Marco's nuts this time. Eli sidestepped his boyfriend's now thirteen inch dick and straddled his lover as he leaned in for a kiss. As the two kissed passionately, Marco could feel Eli's over ten inch, rigid dick and huge melon sized nuts sandwiched between them and Eli's deft hands gliding across his pecs.Eli leaned back and watched his handiwork as Marco's pecs swelled up before their eyes. Marco too was staring down at his chest with rapt fascination. In less than a minute he had gone from a completely flat, boyish chest to having two toned, well defined pecs. "It works on muscles?" Marco asked in awe as he rubbed his newly christened pecs."You don't know the half of it." Eli said playfully. A smug grin was plastered across his face.Marco's stomach felt like it had butterflies in it before, but now it felt like those butterflies had invited all their friends and were having a vibrant butterfly rave deep in his gut. This was literally a dream come true for him. He had always wished to have muscles, but his metabolism was such that he could never seem to gain nor lose weight no matter what types of diet or exercise he had tried. He had gone so far as to contemplate steroids, but ultimately chose not to for fear of shrinking his already meager nuts. Now that they had this gel, though, he never had to worry about his balls being too small ever again. Although, he never had to worry about taking steroids either so it really didn't matter."How big can you make them...?" Marco asked unsteadily. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He had seen the results of the new concoction firsthand. His moderate balls had multiplied in size in a matter of minutes. It was obvious that this stuff could make him grow exponentially. With such power, why would he even worry about the max size... unless he secretly wished to reach it? Marco swallowed hard to ease the dryness in his throat. He couldn't believe he was actually even considering such a thing."How big do you want them?" Eli asked playfully as he dipped his hands into the gel and made a show of getting huge, thick gobs of the goop for use on his lover.Big... Huge..." Marco pleaded hoarsely. On some level he realized how ludicrous what he was asking was. He was giving his boyfriend free reign to turn him into a hulking muscle freak, but he wanted it. He desperately wanted it.Eli chuckled seductively as he gathered up two huge handfuls and leaned in close to his lover. Their faces were so close that their noses were all but touching. Marco could feel Eli's hot breath against his neck. "Say hello to the new Mr. Universe." He heard Eli's voice reach his ears in a hoarse whisper that sent chills down his spine, but these were not chills of fear or anxiety... No, Marco was trembling in anticipation.Eli once again sat down in Marco's lap and planted a deep passionate kiss on Marco's lips as he rubbed the mixture into Marco's olive skinned chest and over his shoulders. While the two continued to make out, Eli would continually scoop up handfuls of the mixture from the vat on the table and slather it all up and down his lover's torso and arms.Marco felt too amazing to complain or even question what his boyfriend was doing to him. His boyfriend was effectively giving him a full body massage. Eli's plus sized booty was so huge that his gigantic, supple cheeks were effectively jacking off Marco's massive dick while Eli was grinding against him. By this time Marco's entire upper body was tingling from the copious dosage of the gel that had been applied to him. He could actually feel his muscles beginning to swell all over his body.By the time they broke apart, Marco was gasping for breath, but this was more a result of his arousal reaching critical levels than because of an inability to breathe during their passionate kissing. Eli looked a little flustered as well, but he didn't let it slow him down at all as he grabbed another couple of handfuls of gel and kneaded it into his lover's pecs."A... Another?" Marco cooed softly as he stared at his lover. Not even he was sure if he was questioning Eli's actions or egging the blond on. Marco's chest was already looking very well defined, but Marco was obsessed with pecs; a fixation that he had shared with Eli on numerous occasions. In that regard they were very much alike."I know how much you've always wanted nice, big pecs." Eli responded coyly as he rubbed the remnants of his last handful into his lover's chest. Eli flashed his boyfriend a playful grin and grabbed a couple small gobs of gel. "I think you're gonna really love them when I'm done." With that Eli reached in and playfully tweaked his boyfriend's small nipples, effectively slathering the tiny nubs with yet another dose of the growth serum in the process.Marco's nipples were never all that sensitive, but somehow the small pinch sent shockwaves up his spine. It felt surprisingly good. He wondered what effect the gel would have on them, but he was already having a hard time seeing over his steadily expanding shelf of pectoral muscles.Eli grabbed a few more handfuls and went to work slowly rubbing the mixture into the regions of his boyfriend's body that he had previously been unable to get. The effects of the first dosage were already becoming very apparent. Marco's previously lean, dark skinned body was swelling up on all sides. His previously inconsequential muscles grew and swelled before their very eyes. His previously flat gut began to form small bumps as his abdominal muscles grew enough to become pronounced. His sinewy arms swelled and gained definition as his biceps, triceps, and forearms grew and swelled. The muscles on his shoulders and along the sides of his neck slowly grew and bulged out as his traps and delts slowly took shape. His legs went from wirey stalks to being pillars of thick brawn. Each bulging quad was as thick as his narrow torso had been just minutes before.Eli stood back and surveyed his handiwork. His lover was already looking like a fitness model, except for his pecs which were far larger than any other muscle on his body. Marco's massive pecs were like two massive, extra firm, king sized pillows of pure masculine brawn. His previously tiny, dime sized areolas were now the size of a milk cap and puffed up an inch above his burly pecs. Marco's impressive physique was augmented by his absolutely massive cock and balls. His huge dick was steadily creeping closer and closer to fifteen inches and was already thicker around than Eli's arms. Marco's gigantic nuts were already passing the size of basketballs and were hanging so low past over the edge of his seat that they dangled halfway the floor. Each of his massive balls was heavily laden with thick, pent up cum.Eli looked down at his handiwork with a lascivious grin. "Hmm... You look about ready to blow." He mused playfully. "Let's have some real fun." He added with a devious glint in his eyes. Marco was too wracked with pleasure to even muster a comeback. All he could do was lie there and soak up the intense pleasure of his steady expansion. He became vaguely aware that Eli was gathering another couple of huge handfuls of the formula, but it didn't dawn on Marco what Eli was planning until Eli's hands were already sliding against Marco's massive cock.Eli didn't rub the mixture into Marco's cock, though. Instead he spread it around just enough so that Marco's dick was completely coated in a white, glistening layer of gel. Marco already knew that this was going to make his dick absolutely massive, but it was far too late to turn back now. He was also secretly excited by the prospect. He had always half-joked with Eli about having a cock that was as big as the rest of his body. At the time, Marco had hoped that Eli had just taken it as a joke and had not caught on to the underlying truth of his statement, but the glint in Eli's eyes made it all too clear that his blond lover was in on it from the start. Marco slumped backed in his chair and stared on in awe as his boyfriend climbed up on top of him and began to slowly lower himself down upon the humongous shaft.Marco's gigantic cock split Eli wider than anything he had ever ridden. The blond was in a state of enhanced ecstasy as he slowly took more and more of the massive shaft deep inside of him. It shouldn't even have been physically possible for him to take such a beast, but once again, it seemed his theory was correct. The constant rubbing of Marco's huge dick against his insides was causing the thick laminate of gel to rub into Marco's cock and Eli's insides. As the gel continued to soak in and absorb into his body, Eli could feel his insides shift and adjust to make room for Marco's steadily expanding cock. The added dose was causing Eli's lover's thick Latin cock to grow and swell rapidly. Eli was so lost in the sensations that he couldn't even speak. He could barely even grunt in raw feral passion as he repeatedly shifted himself up and down along his lover's gargantuan cock.Eli was cumming hard by the third thrust. Huge, thick gooey wads of spunk spewed forth from his nearly foot long cock and splattered against his lover's broad, burly chest. The vast quantity of spooge stored in Eli's large, basketball sized nuts was flooding from his cock at hitherto unheard of rates. Each gush of jizz was enough to coat much of Marco's massive pecs. Eli stared intently at his lover's phenomenal pecs as the thick wads of cum dripped off of them. The blond had never been hornier than he was in that very moment.With every passing second, he could feel Marco's already massive dick growing larger and larger. Finally it got to the point where it felt like Marco's dick was in danger out outgrowing Eli's entire body. Eli reluctantly lifted himself off his boyfriend's enormous cock and collapsed into a well-fucked heap atop Marco's massive, brawny, olive skinned chest. He listened to his boyfriend's heavy breaths as he felt the steady rise and fall of his lover's burly chest. Eli was soaking in his own cum, but that just made the moment all the more tender.Marco had been struggling to hold back what was sure to be the biggest, messiest orgasm of all time. Even with his brain as addled by lust as it currently was, he couldn't shake the fear that he could seriously hurt his boyfriend if he unloaded inside the slender blond's amazing ass. Marco was overjoyed when he saw Eli finally lift off of his cock and collapse against his chest. The true extent of his most recent growth finally became apparent to him. His cock was simply massive. It was already over two feet long and was as big around as his thick, burly forearm. It was a miracle that Eli had even been able to take that inside of him without any serious pain.Now that he no longer had to worry about the safety of his boyfriend, Marco's mind was overloaded by the sheer size of his cock. He was filled with a sense of pride and something else as well. Something about the sheer magnitude of his tool brought him over the edge. He just couldn't get over how amazing his gigantic cock looked or how wonderful it felt as it blasted cum all over the ceiling. Thick gobs of jizz rained down on the pair of lovers, quickly coating them both from head to toe, and still Marco kept cumming. His globe sized nuts showed no sign of stopping. That was alright with him though. He was in such a state of pure, unbridled sexual bliss that he didn't care if he never came down from it. Again and again he shot massive, heavy ropes of jizz into the air. Even after the sixth and seventh eruption he was showing no signs of slowing. It wasn't until the thirteenth shot that his torrent of jizz finally began to taper. By that time both he and his boyfriend were th! oroughly coated in his spunk.The two of them laid there for almost an hour just basking in the afterglow and enjoying each other's company. Finally it came time for them to get cleaned up. The cum that covered both of them head to toe was getting so dry and crusty that it actually was beginning to be painful to leave it on. The two lovers said a few parting words and staggered off to their own personal shower stalls. They wanted to stay together and even shower in the same stall, but they both knew there was no way they would fit. Marco was so massive by this point that they weren't even sure if he could get just his own bulk into one of the stalls.After his shower, Eli took a seat on the couch to wait for his lover to finish up. It felt so nice to sit upon his massive, cushiony ass. His butt had grown even more since he had used the serum the first time. He couldn't be sure how much, but his butt now provided so much extra padding that he was sitting almost a foot above the couch cushion. His hips had also gotten much wider. A cursory glance made them appear to be well over twice as wide as his narrow waist.Eli's dick had mostly stabilized in terms of size, but it was already capping out at a foot long and as big around as his fist. His nuts had even grown some more since he had finished making sweet, passionate to love to Marco in the dining room. They now hung down to his knees, and each engorged nut was nearing the size of a medicine ball.Marco couldn't keep his hands off of himself in the shower. He just kept feeling up each and every massive, bulging muscle in his body. All of his muscles in his body had swollen even more since the last dosage. What had been a very well defined six pack set of abs was now a deeply trenched eight pack. His quads which had previously rivaled Eli's waist for sheer girth now were as thick as tree trunks. Each bulging bicep was as huge as Eli's head and Marco wasn't even making an effort to flex them. The real prize winning changes were Marco's pecs, cock and balls, though.Marco's nuts were the size of beach balls. They were so huge and hefty that they hung down past his knees. His massive, thick cock draped over his huge sack still dangled past his balls. The shaft was almost as thick as Eli's narrow waist. The beast had to be at least three feet long and was looking like it would hit the four foot mark in the near future.Marco's pecs had swelled up so much that each individual slab of brawn dwarfed Eli's entire torso. The huge, dense muscles protruded over a foot in front of Marco's dark skinned torso. Marco's areolas had increased in size to the point where each dark, puffy circle was now the size of a CD, and the rock hard, erect nipple protruded out a couple inches. Each enlarged nipple was so thick that it looked like the top of a baby bottle. There was even a definite trickle of white liquid dribbling out from Marco's nipples.Marco couldn't help but confirm his suspicions. He cupped a hand under the flow of liquid from his nipples and lifted it to his lips. He was surprised by the taste. It tasted wonderful. It was obvious that he was leaking milk from his nipples, but it was the most rich, full bodied milk he had ever drank. He wasn't sure why this was happening, but he wasn't particularly worried. The only thing on his mind was finishing up and getting back into the company of his beautiful blond lover.When Marco finished his shower, he found Eli passed out on the couch. He couldn't help but smile at how cute and beautiful his blond boyfriend looked. Eli had a habit of not sleeping much when he was in full scale research mode, and there was no telling how sleep deprived the little scientist was. Marco crept has silently as he could with his now bulky body and tenderly scooped up the slender man. He was surprised at just how light Eli was now. Even with his vastly enhanced butt, balls, and cock, the scientist was light as a feather. Marco felt another rush of exhilaration at his newly enhanced muscles as he gingerly carried his sleeping boyfriend back to their bed.Marco left Eli there to sleep as he went to work cleaning up the mess he had made. The kitchen was easy enough to clean up, but he still had to clean up the groceries off the front steps. He fumbled awkwardly through his wardrobe for a bit and eventually found an outfit that almost fit. His old open sided muscle shirt fit him like a glove now whereas before it had been so loose that it looked like he had a tent wrapped around his neck. He also had a pair of workout shorts that used to be extremely loose which now hugged his beefy waist and bulging quads perfectly. The only problem was that his cock and balls were simply far too massive to hide. His junk strained against the front of his shorts and pulled the front of the waistband down almost a foot. Almost half of his cock was openly on display for anyone to see as was the top of his sack. The added weight up front also caused the top half of his massive, beefy ass to stick up over his waistband as well, but it was still be! tter than going around naked.He was glad that it was already dark out as he fumbled around in his state of dubious dress. He just hoped that none of the neighbors happened to look out and see him. His humongous package was making bending down an interesting task. He had to actually squat down to pick things up as opposed to just bending over, but with his new and improved physique, squats proved to be extremely easy for him. He didn't even break a sweat. He actually enjoyed it, especially since his huge nuts would touch the ground each time he squatted down. Each and every item he picked up was a reminder of just how huge and hung he was now. What Marco wasn't aware of, though, was that each squat caused his shorts to ride down a little lower, giving the entire neighborhood a full view of his glorious ass. By the time he had finally cleaned up the mess in front of his house, he had attracted quite a few admirers.With the house cleaned up, Marco decided to join his boyfriend in bed. It had been a long day, and all the growth was so exhausting that he felt like he could sleep for days. Marco peeled off his awkwardly fitting clothes and tossed them on the floor as he approached his and Eli's shared bed and quickly realized that he was far too large to crawl in beside his boyfriend. He wasn't about to be so easily put off, though, and Eli was quite a sound sleeper, especially when he was as exhausted as he undoubtedly was tonight.When Eli finally awoke, he was immediately surprised by just how firm his bed was. Once his vision cleared, he quickly realized why. He was sleeping atop his hulking boyfriend. What he had thought had been his pillows were actually his boyfriend's massively swollen pecs. It was obvious that Marco had bulked up even more during the night, and Eli could only assume that he had grown some more too. Eli had to shake and shimmy his way out from his boyfriend's thick, brawny arms, but he managed to crawl out of bed without waking the hulk. Eli took a look back at his now massive lover before leaving the room and was shocked and more than a little aroused at just how huge he was all over.Eli staggered into the restroom and scoped out his own changes in the mirror. His cock hadn't grown much since the night before. It had only added another inch, and was closing in on thirteen inches, but his nuts had grown quite a lot. In the hours that he had been out cold they had almost doubled in size. They were now the sizes of beach balls. His hips had grown too, although the changes there were less pronounced. His hips were now closing in on being three times as wide as his narrow waist.Eli heard the sound of the bed and floorboards creaking and he knew that Marco was awake now, too. He wasn't sure just how well his lover would take having grown as much as he had, but there was no sense in stalling. Eli walked back into the bedroom and was floored by what he saw. Marco was beyond massive. His upper body had swollen up much more than his lower body, and now his broad, muscular chest was twice as wide as his buff hips. Each and every groove and contour of his muscles was so deep that the light could not reach the bottom. The deep shadows just served to accentuate his astounding musculature even more.Marco didn't seem upset, though. Far from it. He was too enamored with his buff physique to even acknowledge Eli at first. He slowly ran a hand over his swole arms and his ripped torso as he moaned and cooed softly. He was absolutely smitten with his now even buffer body. "You really know how to make a guy feel great, babe." Marco murmured softly without even looking up at his lover.Eli couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just wanted to bask in the sheer size of his lover's muscles and cock. Marco's junk had grown considerably overnight as well. His now beanbag chair sized nuts hung so low that they dangled around his ankles, and his massive, three foot long cock was easily thicker as Eli's torso. Eli's own thirteen inches rose to attention just from being in the presence of such raw, masculinity.Eli would have jumped Marco's gigantic bone right then and there, but he was feeling extremely weak and faint. He was absolutely famished, and judging by the audible rumble from behind the solid wall of Marco's deep cut, eight pack abs, Eli's massive, swole lover was in the same boat.Eli looked over at the clock beside the bed and noticed that it was already mid afternoon. They had been out cold for over twelve hours. "Want to go get some dinner?" Eli tried to ask as casually as he could, but his raging boner and flushed face gave him away."Sure. We don't have much in the house anymore, anyway." Marco concurred. "I salvaged what I could, but most of the frozen stuff spoiled before I got to it." He added sheepishly. The sight of such a huge, beefy man looking so apologetic and gentle made Eli's heart flutter. He was reminded of just why he had fallen for Marco in the first place. Marco's growth hadn't diminished his gentle nature at all, in fact it seemed like it even enhanced it.The two of them quickly threw on some clothes and set out for the little diner around the block. Eli was able to dress more or less normally. He threw on an old pair of Marco's sweatpants which had been extremely loose on him before, but now hugged his ample butt and hips tightly. His massive balls strained noticeably against the front. The top half of his body was the same as it ever was, though. Eli opted to complete the set and wear one of Marco's old hoodies. It was huge and baggy on him, but he loved being wrapped in his lover's scent.Marco wore the same outfit he had worn the night before when he cleaned up the spilled groceries, but today it fit him far worse. The muscle shirt didn't even completely cover his massive, swollen pecs. The bottom of the shirt stopped right above the bottom of his pecs. His torso was now so wide that his bulging lats spilled out the huge armholes. The shirt barely even covered half his pecs. His now huge, salad plate sized, puffy areolas were left completely exposed. His nipples were now so huge and thick that they stuck out quite a few inches from his chest and were as thick around as a Wiimote. His nipples were dribbling large amounts of liquid, but Marco tried his best to ignore it. Eli, however couldn't take his eyes off of them.Marco's shorts were stretched so tight across his ass that they appeared to be little more than low riding speedos from the back. From the front, though they were completely indecent. His nuts didn't even fully fit into the front of his shorts, and his cock was left to completely fly free. Marco had tried to cover this up by tying a sheet to his waist like an apron, but the massive outline of his huge cock was still painfully obvious to anyone who looked in his general direction.The couple received several looks as they made their slow, steady stroll towards the diner. No one said anything, though. It seemed that they had just barely managed to remain in dress code, but it was obvious that many people, especially those that had seen them on a regular basis were surprised by the sudden changes they had undergone. When they finally arrived at the diner, they were shown to their seats by a waitress. The waitress had known them for over a year now and said nothing, but it obvious that she too was shocked, concerned, and even a little aroused. She took their orders, but other than that she let them be."Can I feel your chest?" Eli asked suddenly. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off his lover's massive pecs throughout the entire walk."When do you ever need to ask?" Marco responded pleasantly. He flashed his little lover the biggest most heartwarming grin he could manage.Eli couldn't help himself. He had to confirm his suspicions as well as satisfy his more carnal desires. He leaned forward so that he practically lying across the table and began sensually kneading his lover's pecs. To his surprise Marco's chest wasn't feeling as firm as he had expected. Both massive pecs had taken on a slightly squishy, almost spongy consistency. He dug his fingers in and squeezed Marco's brawny chest. Eli was only partially surprised to see small trickle of liquid from Marco's nipples turn into a full fledged squirt.Marco moaned sensually in spite of himself as warm, fresh milk shot from his nipples. Eli grinned devilishly as he noticed this and moved in to experiment with this new development. He already found Marco's massive pectoral muscles phenomenally sexy, but the flow of milk somehow made them even hotter. Eli crawled up onto and over the table as he continued to sensually knead and rub his lover's chest. The blond moved his mouth closer to one of the enlarged nipples and began to passionately suckle it. He immediately felt a wash of warm liquid flood into his mouth. He was surprised at just how sweet and deep the flavor was. He had never had anything quite like it in his life.Eli found himself with a bit of a dilemma. He was so enamored with his lover's newly enhanced pecs that he wanted to worship every inch of them, and yet, at the same time he felt it would be a shame to let this wonderful nectar go to waste. He ended up working out a compromise where he would slowly travel from one nipple to the other, licking and nuzzling a trail back and forth as he basked in the glory of Marco's gigantic, burly chest. When he reached the midpoint, Eli found that the small strip of fabric was getting in the way."Lift your arms for a sec, babe." He commanded sensually as he slowly peeled his lover's skin tight muscle shirt up over Marco's bulging pecs. Marco was soon left with his arms stuck lifted straight up while his shirt pooled around his neck. Eli buried his face between the two brawny slabs and deeply nuzzled into the crevasse, soaking up every sensation he could about his lover's new body.Eli was so overcome with passion and hormones that his cock quickly became completely hard all over again. His rigid dick began to leak and dribble pre all over the front of his tight, grey sweatpants as Eli continued to worship his lover's glorious chest. It wasn't long before Eli was so overwhelmed with passion for his boyfriend's amazing pecs that his cock spurted thick, creamy jizz all over the front of his pants.Marco was getting worked up from the passionate nuzzling and suckling his lover was giving his pecs. The more and more attention his lover gave to his chest, the harder and harder Marco's cock became. He was streaming pre like a fountain long before Eli creamed his pants, but Marco didn't dare let loose in public. He struggled to hold back, but in the end, Eli's passionate sucking and nuzzling proved to be too much. Marco let out a long, low, sensual moan as his cock began spewing forth jizz like a geyser. His huge load crashed against the seat on the opposite side of their stall. Marco wrapped his huge, powerful arms around his slender lover and hugged Eli passionately as his cock lurched and bucked.Marco's gigantic hail of jizz quickly coated the entire seat and dripped down onto the floor. There just seemed to be no end of spunk stored in his massive, beanbag chair sized nuts. With each powerful gush he felt like his legs would turn to jelly. When the massive torrent of spunk finally subsided, Marco slowly sank down in his seat with his little boyfriend still clutched lovingly to his chest. He could feel the deep pool of spunk pooling around his feet. He figured everyone else in the diner could see the giant puddle of jizz that was slowly spreading out across the tile, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The two of them stayed there for some time, enjoying each other's company and enjoying the afterglow until finally their food came.The waitress gave them a confused look, not because she didn't know what had happened, but because she was surprised that these two long time costumers would act in such a way. The hefty tip that Eli left more than made up for the inconvenience of having to scrub down the lake of spooge, though, and just about everyone in the restaurant that afternoon had enjoyed the show.A few weeks later, Eli came back home from a business meeting. His stylish pants hugged his now amazingly curvaceous hips. His massive hips were easily three times as wide as his slender waist now. The growth had tapered off substantially after the first couple of day, but they still had not stopped altogether. Eli wasn't even sure if the growth would ever stop, but he was enjoying his new size so much that he wasn't too interested in running the necessary tests to determine when or if they would stop growing."I'm home, babe." Eli called to his lover as he stepped through the doorway. It was a tight fit for him now due to his massive ass, but he was used to it. Eli's butt was now so huge that it protruded a good two feet behind him, yet despite its size, it remained as firm and shapely as ever. He was the proud owner of the biggest, roundest, bubble butt the world had ever seen, and he was sure to wear clothes that drew as much attention to it as possible. These pants styles often looked effeminate or girly, but that was just fine with Eli. He was beyond worrying about hiding his girly side by now, and no one really gave him any grief for it either. Then again, few people would dare call his masculinity into question when the massive bulge caused by his fourteen inch long, milk jug thick cock and his two enormous beach ball sized nuts was plainly visible to anyone who saw him."Hey, El! How was the meeting?" Marco called excitedly from the living room. The enthusiasm was apparent in his voice, but his voice sounded somehow strained and breathy. Eli stepped into the front room to see his boyfriend sitting exactly where he had been since this morning. Marco's gargantuan five foot long, perpetually boned cock was hooked up to a giant pump that was draining the spunk from his seemingly infinite reserve of spooge. Marco's balls were so massive by this point that they filled the entire space between his feet and his crotch and then some. Each mammoth orb was almost three hundred pounds of sloshing cum."You took your pumps off." Eli responded. A slight hint of concern was audible in his voice as he glanced at his lover's exposed chest. Marco's chest was now so broad that it was as wide across as Eli was tall. The massive, brawny slabs of muscle extended over three feet out from his torso. His enormous areolas were now getting close to the size of dinner plates. The gigantic nipples were as thick around as a coke bottle and stuck out several inches from his chest. A steady stream of milk flowed from either of his engorged nipples."I wanted to make sure there was plenty left for you when you got home." Marco replied, giving his chest a soft squeeze for emphasis. His voice still strained and unsteady from the perpetual state of orgasm he was in. The squeeze caused his nipples to spurt forth milk like a fountain."Oh, that's so sweet, babe. I'll be over there in just a minute to help myself to some of that." Eli responded, flashing his boyfriend a sly wink as he did so."But first tell me. What did they say?" Marco pleaded once more."The investors loved our product pitch." Eli explained with a huge smile forming on his face. "But that means you're going to need to really step up your production to meet these new demands." Eli added with a devious glint in his eyes as he set a giant jug of their new product "OmniGro" on the table in front of his boyfriend. ------------------------------- [Next Chapter]
  24. I'm going to be steadily cross posting this story here. It's a pretty long-ass piece so it will take me a while to get it all up. I know it doesn't show it from the first chapter, but this story is heavily focused on muscle growth. By the time it gets to chapter 5 that should be suuuuper obvious. [Next Chapter] || [Current Chapter] ------------------------------------------------------- Alan was as perfectly average as they come. He had perfectly average short brown hair which nicely complimented his equally average brown eyes. How skin was lightly tanned, which was average for someone his age. His height and build could only rightly be described as average. He was even average downstairs; his perfectly average dick was five and a half inches long; which as it turns out, is spot on with the national average. Even his life was average. He got decent enough grades in high school which got him into a decent enough college. Now that he was well into his second year in college he was doing well enough there, too. He was holding down Bs and Cs in all his classes; which as he had been told by is friends and classmates, was pretty much average. On an average Friday or Saturday night he would be down with some of his buds at one of the frat houses near campus getting completely blootered. He typically held his liquor well enough, but last night was the first time he had ever been full on, black out drunk. Incidentally, last night was also the first time he was legally able to purchase his own alcohol. Yesterday had been Alan’s twenty-first birthday, and like you’re average college guy, he had spent it making a whirlwind tour of all the bars on and off campus with his buds. He could only really remember the first bar; it got to be a haze after that. Alan groaned loudly as he stirred awake. His brain felt like someone had stuck it in a blender and then poured the sloppy pink slurry into a waffle iron and burnt it. His eyes hurt so bad that even the light against his eyelids seared his retinas. The normally soft ticking of his dorm room ceiling fan as it swung back and forth sounded like someone was firing a magnum off right next to his ear. Alan could proudly claim to have officially had his first hangover, and he had to admit, it was just as shitty as he was lead to believe. He reached one hand blindly to his night stand and began fumbling around for something to drink; his throat was dry, and his mouth tasted sour and sickly. His fingers bumped painfully loudly against various empty beer bottles before settling on some unknown solid object. He ran his fingers along it and managed to deduce its approximate shape. It certainly felt like a bottle, and it was heavy, which meant that it was probably full. Alan wrapped his hand around the object and tried to pull the cap off with the other hand. Try as he might he couldn’t find any lid to pull off. He begrudgingly opened his eyes to try and see what he was doing. The extra light burned about as much as he expected, but he was surprised to see what it was he was actually holding. The object was not a bottle at all. In fact, it appeared to be a small stone statue. It appeared to be very old and worn, but the features on the grey figure were fairly unmistakable. Somehow in his drunken revelry he had managed to find an ancient cock statue. He hoped that while he was out painting the town last night that he didn’t steal it from some museum or curio shop, or worse yet, actually spend money on such a piece of junk. He chucked it haphazardly over his shoulder and reached for a half empty bottle of water instead; he really was not in the mood to survey the intricacies of some ancient dildo. The statue bounced once on his mattress and then rolled off the side, lodging tightly between the side of the mattress and the wall. Now that he had a drink, it was time to find something to take for his headache. He staggered over to the little sink on the far side of the room. He was in the cheapest dorm on campus, and the rooms were little better than prison cells. Prison cells might even be better, he thought wryly. His bed felt like a stone slab; he couldn’t imagine prison beds being any worse, and at least in prison he had a toilet in his room instead of having to use the communal restroom down the hall. Alan pulled open the combination mirror/medicine cabinet that hung over the sink and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. He poured an indeterminate number of pills into his hand; it was definitely more than the recommended dosage, but he needed some serious relief from his pain. He tossed the whole handful of pills into his mouth and washed it all down with every last drop of water that remained in the bottle. As he strolled back to his bed he reached a hand down the front of his pants and mindlessly adjusted himself. The front of his boxers seemed a little more snug than he was used to this morning. It wasn’t enough to bother him, though; he just pulled his respectable dick to one side and faceplanted back into his pillow. He was out cold the second he hit the mattress. He awoke again a few hours later. His headache had all but faded, but now he had to piss like a race horse. Alan didn’t even bother getting dressed; plenty of other students liked to roam the dorm completely naked, and so being clad in just boxers was hardly going to cause any issues. As he stumbled down the hallway, he passed one the guys on the level that never seemed to be clothed. Ever. John was a pretty typical jock, but a nice enough guy. John’s blond hair was buzzed short. John said he did that because it felt more comfortable when he had his football helmet on. Alan thought it was kind of a shame, though. John looked a whole lot cuter when he had the long, shaggy, surfer bro haircut going at the beginning of the year. Alan secretly liked that he was able to get a free shot of that hot jock muscle and sexy dick on a regular basis. John’s cock wasn’t particularly large, but it was a bit above average and plenty thick. Alan could feel the front of his pants getting tighter as his own cock started to stir to life. He was pretty sure everyone on the floor knew he was gay by now, but he still didn’t want to be caught popping a boner in the middle of the hallway. For starters, it just wasn’t polite, and there was always the risk that the other guys would be weirded out and actually start wearing clothes when Alan was around. Alan slipped into the restroom and made a beeline for one of the open urinals. There were plenty open, but only one that fit the criteria for basic urinal etiquette as dictated by the bro code. He let out an audible sigh of relief as his sizeable salami log flopped free. Alan didn’t think anything of it as he wrapped both hands around the shaft to aim it while he relieved himself. He closed his eyes and quietly hummed some annoying pop song that had been stuck in his head all morning as he went about his business. He didn’t even notice the large frame occupy the urinal right next to him. Now that his headache was pretty much completely gone he was feeling pretty good about the day. Once he finished up, he shook his large floppy dick a few times to take care of any residual liquid. He was just about to slip it back in his pants when he was startled by a deep voice booming beside him, “Woah! That’s huge!” Alan jumped and turned to look at who had been watching him, and was surprised to see John standing right next to him. This was the first time that Alan had ever been so close to the hulking wall of muscle, and it was more than a little disconcerting. At well over six feet tall, John was one of the biggest people on campus. There were one or two basketball players that could top John’s 6’8” height, but none of them could rival his sheer muscled mass. The hulking freshman had almost a full foot of height on Alan. Alan certainly didn’t feel huge. If anything he felt tiny and insignificant next to what he assumed to be around three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He looked up and up until he finally was looking John in the eyes. Alan was surprised to see the gigantic jock was still staring straight as his exposed cock; Alan had forgotten to put it back in its pouch when he had been startled by the booming voice. “Look who’s talking.” Alan replied while rolling his eyes. “No. I mean it, man. You’ve got a great dick.” John responded, looking a little embarrassed and somewhat sheepish. “I’m perfectly average in every way. I’m like a frickin underachieving Mary Poppins.” Alan replied flatly as he turned to go wash his hands. “That’s certainly not average.” The huge, muscled dude continued as he followed Alan. “Hey, uh… So, I know you’re gay, but have you ever… you know. Done oral?” Alan spun around and glared right into John’s clear blue eyes. “Yes. I’m gay, but don’t think for a minute that I’m just going to go down and the first hot guy who flaunts his dick in my face. If you want to get your rocks off go flag down one of those floozies who hang out around the locker rooms looking for a quick score.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” John sputtered; his cheeks were turning slightly pink. “It’s just. I mean… I was actually asking… Would you let me? I mean… can I… um… blow you?” To Alan’s surprise, the hulking jock was grinning bashfully. The rookie of the year fully intended to go down on him. He could already feel his hefty dick struggling to burst free of the plaid boxers which were quickly becoming much too small to hold it all in. “Here?” Alan yelped in surprise. “Maybe someplace a little more private?” John responded with a sheepish grin. Alan was surprised that someone so huge and hot could be such an awkward goof. It seemed like the more nervous John got, the more of his southern drawl would slip out. “You don’t have a roommate, right? How about your place?” Alan said while a nervous smile played at the corner of his mouth. He had had John pegged as a typical jock, but now that he was actually taking the time to speak to him for more than just the typical “’sup” he was finding the giant blond to be quite sweet, and John’s good ol’ boy southern charm was something that Alan was going to have to be careful not to fall for. “Right! … um. Lead the way.” John replied; his face was completely red. A quick look down south revealed why. John’s respectable six inches were fully rigid. Alan and John made their way down the hallway back to John’s dorm room. The hulking youth stayed awkwardly close to Alan the entire time; John was using Alan to cover his hard-on. John was following so close behind, in fact, that his cock would occasionally bump into Alan’s back. John was so much taller than Alan that when his dick hit, it hit dead center on the brown haired dude’s back. Alan stepped aside to allow John to unlock the door, but John just turned the knob and the door flung open with ease. Alan rolled his eyes. It would make sense that his door would be unlocked. It’s not like he had any place to put the key. “You can sit on the bed if you want.” John said, gesturing towards the bed at the far side of the room. Alan was surprised how neat the room was. He had expected a college football player’s bedroom to look like the site of a constant party; bear bottles everywhere, underwear hanging from all the furniture, a broken light here or there. In other words, he had expected John’s room to look a lot like his. He was also surprised by the number of books stacked neatly on shelves and the substantial movie library that lined the rest of the shelves. Alan stood at the foot of the bed and put his thumbs in his waistband. He was ready to drop his drawers right then and there, but John stopped him. “Wait… Can I?” Alan nodded and grinned in response. This lumbering jock was constantly surprising him with just how cute and innocent he could be. John got down on his knees and placed his hands on either side of Alan’s hips and slowly pulled the boxers down. He gasped in awe as Alan’s well above average boner sprung free. Alan gasped as well, but for much different reasons. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was currently sporting the biggest dick he had ever seen and had no idea how or why. He wasn’t going to argue with it, though. His miraculous growth spurt downstairs had just gotten him into bed with the school’s up and coming star athlete. Alan sat down on the edge of the bed and moaned as he felt John’s lips wrap around his dick. While it wasn’t the best blowjob he had ever received, John was certainly the hottest guy Alan had ever hooked up with, and the hulking blond’s enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of experience. John’s mouth slid up and down Alan’s shaft as he continued to suck and run his tongue along Alan’s dick. John was trying to take more and more of Alan’s cock in his mouth with each pass, but he gagged a bit as Alan’s huge cock poked down his throat. “Sorry.” John said sheepishly and then returned to his sucking. “Don’t be. You’ll get the hang of it. You just need to do it more.” Alan replied with a reassuring grin. John lifted off of Alan’s cock and beamed with joy. “Does that mean we can do this some more?” He asked. His eyes seemed to twinkle with anticipation. “Sure. Whenever you want.” Alan replied, giving John a sexy wink. His voice was a little unsteady since he was so close to blowing his load. John’s face lit up like the fourth of July. Alan had never seen anyone so excited at the thought of sucking him off. Hell, he’d never seen someone so happy to get the chance to hang around him at all. John’s prize winning smile melted Alan’s heart and broke his resolve. Alan let out a long low moan of bliss as he creamed all over John’s smiling face. Both guys were surprised by the volume. Alan’s large nuts seemed to seize upwards and unload, then refill and unload again. Jet after jet of warm spunk splashed against the jock’s face and splattered into his hair. “Shit. I’m sorry, man.” Alan managed to say between gasps for air. He felt terrible for cumming all over John like that. “Don’t be.” John replied with a huge smile. “But next time, try to actually get some in my mouth.” John shot Alan a sexy wink as he wiped off clumps of jizz with two fingers and then sucked the spunk off. Alan was rock hard all over again after seeing such an incredibly lewd and amazing sexy act. John noticed his still rock hard dick and looked nervous all over again. “Um… So… have you ever tried… You know… Anal?” Alan grinned happily at John. “Man, after that blowjob you deserve it.” Alan flopped back in the bed and lifted his legs for John. John silently mouthed “Wow.” as he stared at Alan’s cute butt. Alan may not have had much muscle definition, but he was by no means fat. To top it all off, he had a naturally round and full bubble butt that just served to make his ass look huge and sexy. “Thanks, but… I meant for me…” Alan sat back and looked at John in shock. “What? But man. You said it yourself. I’m huge. This isn’t exactly something you take on your first try.” “It’s not exactly my first try…” John responded; his face turning more and more red by the second. “But I really want to do it with you… so please?” Alan could not say no to those soulful blue puppy eyes. “Ok. Fine, but have you got any lube?” Alan sighed in defeat. John perked up and smiled even wider than before. “I sure do! It’s right there in the top drawer.” John nodded to the little desk which was set up right next to the bed. Alan reached over and pulled open the drawer. Sure enough there was a bottle of lube in there and an impressive looking dildo. Alan pulled both the bottle and the toy of the drawer and playfully lined up his dick with the black, rubber faux cock. The King Dong XXL had him beat, but not by much. He had seen this model at the sex shops before. It was supposed to be fourteen inches long, and since Alan almost rivaled it, his dick had to be over a foot long. “This should be a cakewalk for you.” He teased as he rolled his eyes jokingly. John jumped onto the bed like an excited puppy and lifted his legs for Alan. “Roll over, man. Let me get you warmed up properly.” Alan said with a playful smirk. John wanted to get right to the reaming, but he was curious about what Alan meant. John nodded and rolled over so Alan could work. Alan took one huge, muscled cheek in each hand and began kneading. He had checked out John’s amazing ass on numerous occasions throughout the semester, but never once imagined that he would be able to get so up close and personal with it. He spread the glorious mounds wide and buried his face between them and began kissing and licking anywhere his lips and tongue could reach. As Alan flicked his tongue against the jock’s eagerly twitching hole, the muscled blond tensed up and let out a high pitched half gasp half moan sound that could only rightly be described as a squeak. Alan slowly shook his head as he chuckled silently to himself. The blond dude seemed more and more adorable by the second. It was a shame they couldn’t actually be boyfriends. There is no way that this jock would ever commit social suicide and actually come out. Alan just had to live with being fuck buddies for now. He was sure he could live with that arrangement. Alan poured the lube liberally across his gigantic cock and slowly guided the tip in towards John’s waiting ass. His dick slid in surprisingly easily, but then again, John did have some practice in this regard. Alan was amazing at just how great John’s ass felt. Alan was usually on the one taking and not the one giving, but the star wide receiver was living up to his title. Alan could feel the stud’s insides wrap around his dick as he continued to thrust in and out. With each thrust, John moaned loudly and breathlessly. “These are thin walls, dude. People will hear you.” Alan whispered sharply. “Let them hear!” John screamed between gasps. “I’m being fucked by the biggest dick in school! I’m being ridden hard and loving every second of it!” John’s deep voice boomed. The walls seemed to rattle with the force of his outburst. There was probably no chance that anyone on their level would think John was straight after this. John’s coming out shriek had been one of the hottest things Alan had ever witnessed. John’s declaration had been emphasized by him completely taking control. Alan was no longer setting the pace; John was now rocking back and forth as he greedily rode Alan’s massive schlong. Alan didn’t last much longer after that. Within moments he was blowing yet another load; this one deep inside John’s huge, muscular ass. John could feel an impressive amount of spooge pumping into him. The volume of cum was so much that he even began to feel a little bloated and cramped, but it was a mild discomfort compared to how amazing he felt all over. His ass had been torn up and now ached with a dull, pleasant pain. He felt so full and fulfilled that he was a little sad when he felt Alan’s now soft cock slide out of him. Alan pulled his huge dick out of John and hopped up on the bed next to the massive athlete. Even on a king size bed, there was barely enough room for the two of them. As Alan lay back e felt something hard under him. He reached back and realized he had lain down on the fabled King Dong XXL. He chucked a bit to himself as he noticed how strangely small it looked next to his own massive, soft dick. He absentmindedly dropped the outdated sex toy off the side of the bed and sidled up against John. To Alan’s amazement and excitement, John wrapped both beefy arms around him and pulled him in tight. Alan quickly dozed off, surrounded by pillows and muscles. ------------------------------------ [Next Chapter] || [Current Chapter]
  25. elysiumfields

    Rush Hour Muscle

    Hi Guys..and gals. Another years old quickie mgs from my backlog.. ...and another theme i like.. Reality shifts/many guys grow/main character unchanged. RUSH HOUR MUSCLE Travelling on a bustling city subway train during a working weeks evening rush hour,can be particularly irritable at times,especially due to the fact that you've got to cram yourself onto a stuffy train carraige,overfilled with commuters who are just as irritable as you..and unwilling to yield enough space so you can squeeze in before the door slides shut. In my case..on my 25 minute journey home,i have to contend with mainly three types of commuters.: Office workers..often the most ignorant to allow me room..,dressed in their immaculate suits and shirt and ties. Construction workers..spilling in from the expansive construction sites developing the area as an upcoming business district...wearing their sand,dirt and cement stained t shirts,High Vis' vests and stained jeans and workboots..usually smelling of sweat and cigarettes.! And then there were the school boys pouring in from a 'well-to-do' All Boys public Oratory school.. 'St Dunstans' or 'St Duncans'..or something like that?. Loud,chattering boys ranging from 12 to perhaps 17, dressed in smart black blazers,white starched shirts,black and white striped ties and so on...some of these kids were small and looking dwarfed in ill fitting oversized blazers!.And then there was a mix of other commuters thrown in for good measure..Just the normal daily evenings rush hour... but then, this Fridays rush hour was definately not going to be normal..! I just managed to slip onto a train just as the doors were closing,and work myself into a corner not far. Already,the carraige was warm and stuffy and full,but not as constricted with passengers as i had thought,although all seemed to be men of fairly young ages,teens,twenties,thirties,but i just shrugged it off as being coincidental. Unfortunately,i was'nt feeling particularly well and i had been feeling unusually tired. I had an odd feeling in myself since the previous unsettled nights sleep..Odd in the fact that every time i caught sight of a buffed muscular young man,i kept on springing a boner in my pants with the slightest daydream or glimpsing fantasy, and i could feel myself dribbling pre-cum into my briefs,which made me feel all the more on edge.The train set off on its journey and i stumbled a little,gently bumping a handsome young office worker attempting to read his financial paper in the crowded carraige.."Sorry" i said,smiling weakly at him, and instantly springing another fucking boner!.He just raised an eyebrow at me and continued reading as i stole furtive glances at hints of a firm athletic physique beneath his black suit jacket and tight black suit pants that hugged a cute pert butt.His short hair was jet black and gelled into short spikes,and from what i could catch from the side,he had ice blue eyes and full lips...full kissable lips.. I shuddered as i felt my cock milk pre-cum into my moistened briefs,then tore my eyes away from him before he noticed. The train swayed again..and i glanced out the window at the darkness of the subway tunnel for a short moment. Then the headphones worn by a youth of around 16 or 17 standing beside me,rattled out what sounded like a Rap tune. I glanced at the youth. Cute. Blue eyes,snub nose,faint peach fuzz on his chin.Wearing dress code typical of modern British youth. Hooded grey jacket over a Burberry cap,white loose tee shirt,baggy black trackie pants and big white trainers. He caught me looking at him and curled his lip in a look of disgust,whispering 'batty-man'..an urban teenagers word for faggot..under his breath. The train stopped at the next station. A few passengers got off,several got on,including a trio of noisy school boys,perhaps around 12 or 13. All three were short,probably no taller than 5ft and likely awaiting puberty still to set in. One kid,a pale boy with ginger hair and freckles and dressed in as expected, a blazer that was obviously too big for him..and hefting a sports bag in front of him, gaggled loudly about his classes football game.I just peered out of the window again as the train doors slid closed and the train set off again. A few minutes passed when the train carriage jolted and this time,making the teenaged boy stumble hard against me as the light flickered briefly. The boy didn't apologise like i had to the office guy.He just straightened up and glared at me with a menace that made me feel uncomfortable,even though i was in my thirties and twice as old as him.Our eyes met for a moment,before i yielded and glanced at first,absently to his chest.I had to tear my look away as i was stunned to notice his chest was firm with slender pectoral muscles lightly outlined by the tight fabric. I have a fetish about muscles,and big pecs in particular. My cock twitched into a stiff erection and i leaked pre-cum again.I could feel the youths eyes still bearing into me..and with the next sway of the train, he moved closer to me,about a foot away,as another passenger moved behind him to alight at the next station.I fought desperately not to meet his gaze but gave in. He stared into me and sneered again.I felt my mouth run dry and my heart pound in my chest as i glanced down at his torso..At the sight of his pectoral muscles seemingly thicker than before, and pulling the thin fabric tighter over them,accentuating the shapely curves even more. Thankfully,the boy was diverted by the train swaying and then pulling to a halt deep in the tunnel. But my eyes were fixated on his pecs.They were definitely getting thicker and meatier,swelling perceptively under his tee,into deeply curved mounds.' How the fuck was this happening?' i thought..The boy reached up a hand to adjust his left earphone and with astonishment,i watched as a sizeable bicep bunch and strain at his long sleeves,and the same action of raising his arm,pushed his growing pecs further out into heavier mounds of muscle,the nipples becoming clearly defined and poking out under the tightening tee. I was too slow to look away when the youth glanced at me."Wot U starin' at.?" he snapped loud enough for the office guy,the fit looking guy behind him, and the schoolboys to hear him. I went red with embarrassment. I put up my hands as if to feign innocence,and glanced around. Then i noticed the office stud..Sweet fuck,...was he beefing up too?He looked at me for a moment and returned to reading his newspaper.With his arm raised up holding the paper, i could clearly see a thick bulge of his bicep,even beneath his suit jackets sleeve.Like the boys pecs and biceps,his arm began to thicken and expand beneath the suit,and his shoulders beefed up and swelled. There was a snapping sound and i realised it was a button breaking off his blue shirt as his own pecs began to rise up and thicken like mounds to strain the filling shirt. I was in a state of disbelief at the sight of the youth, and now the office stud,growing ever more muscular by the second. I heard a grunt from someone behind the stud, and the sound of fabric stretching itself apart.The train jolted momentarily and i was drawn back to the youth..and his growing muscles,particularly a bulging chest that took up most of the space before me. The thick mounds heaved and pushed out further stretching the tee like a second skin over his mighty chest.I was sure at any moment that the fabric would rip apart as it strained for dear life,but incredibly it held, and really gave off the size of his pecs to shocking value,growing past the size of a pro bodybuilders!. The youth glared menacingly at me, and then smiled sinisterly.He raised his arms up to pull the hood off of his capped head, and i caught sight of the fat boulders of his biceps bulging obscenely in his overstuffed sleeves. What he did next,nearly made me come in my pants.He pushed his huge swollen pecs,apparently slowing down their expansion,against me, and pinned me into the corner. From out of view,i could hear one of the boys moaning as if he was in pain,followed by the sound of fabric seams ripping. Then.."Fuck,i'm growing" from one of the other boys..Not a tone of alarm,but more of delight..and i heard him swearing and yelling in glee.More grunts and groans and swear words rose from other passengers.Others were growing too.'This is way too fucking freaky' i thought to myself,feeling a little claustrophobic,pinned in by the youths mountainous pecs.I could feel myself stiffly erect and dribbling pre-cum into my now damp underwear. 'What the fuck was happening?'."You fucking love this,don't ya..?" sneered the youth,whose massive pecs were so swollen,that they pressed against his chin,his neck thickly corded with muscle.The train finally started off on its journey towards my stop. I had to get off.This was too much to comprehend.Yet a little part of me wanted to stay on the train and worship this youths huge muscles. As the train approached the station,the intercom from the driver crackled into life over the grunts and groans and obvious pleasures of this carriage full of muscle men."Good evening..this train will terminate at ..." he broke off the announcement for a few seconds. "Fuck i'm huge..,sorry guys..i'm gonna have to terminate the train at the next stop..i'm too fucking big for the cab.." 'Shit!' i said under my breath..'Was the whole god damn train affected?'A few minutes later,attempting not to orgasm,i forced my way round the youths huge sexy pecs and towards the doors as they slid open at arrival at my stop.. There,my fears...or desires,were answered.Several huge,insanely muscular men got off from other carriages.Their clothes,although.pitifully stretched to within an inch of life,and some torn at the seams in places..held in the huge bloated muscles..and then i saw huge obscene crotch bulges straining to keep in freaky sized cocks and balls, on each and everyone of the guys..And the growth hadn't just affected the train.. Huge musclemen and boys waited and arrived on the platform for trains..They were everywhere i looked.'Fuck' Was i in Muscle man Heaven or Muscle man Hell?I needed to get home fast..My cock seriously needed beating off.. .....END ================================================== ======== Rush Hour Muscle: Version TwoHere is a further mass muscle growth short.. This time its on the bus.Hope U like it..? I sat at the Bus stop,glancing down at my watch.It was 5.30pm. I had been sitting here for well over half an hour waiting for the bus to come,so i can get home,and gradually other commuters mingled around the bus stop building up into a small crowd. The road was heavy and bustling with slow moving rush hour traffic,and perhaps this was what was holding up the bus further down i suppose. It was a warm summers day and several hours yet until night fall,so i did not have to sit here in the winter when nights were shorter,shivering in cold weather. I could see some of the drivers in the cars and vans looking bothered and hot,some blaring their horns to try and get the traffic moving as they became more irritable. Eventually after a few more minutes waiting,the bus came around the corner of the road. It stopped with a hiss and the doors creaked open. I could see the bus was already quite full and the windows were steamed up with the heat from inside,even with most of the little slot windows opened up. I waited as the passengers before me got on..then managed to squeeze myself on before the driver refused to allow any more passengers on. I fought my way down the aisle and quickly grabbed a free seat at the back of the bus and settled down for the 15 minute journey home. The bus set off on its route,crawling slowly into the traffic. I wiped the steam off the window by my seat and peered out at the the world,trying not to oggle the cute young twenty-something guy with the backpack who had chosen the seat beside me. He was gorgeous.!! With flirting glimpses,i furtively eyed him up. He was light olive skinned, definitely a latin stud.. Fairly long messy raven black hair,a strong slim face with full thick lips,and a silver stud pierced just below his bottom lip. Lean and muscular beneath the dark green tee he wore,drawn tightly over his strongly defined chest,a hint of dark chest hair just revealing from a low neck collar. Strong muscular arms sprinkled with dark stubbly hair..thick biceps beneath the short sleeves. He had his backpack on his lap,but i could see he was wearing beige khaki shorts and the hint of powerful and hairy legs. Damn,i was getting a boner in my pants and shifted uncomfortably in my seat,but the smell of his manly sweat turned me on so much i could feel my cock dribbling pre-cum. Hell, i was so unnerved that i could suddenly smell my own sweat.! The bus moved achingly slow as i tried my best to keep my attention out of the window. Then the guy shifted in his seat,drawing me back to look at him. He raised his arm and brushed a hand through his hair. And i nearly came in my jeans.! I could not avoid the sight of his bicep flexing in his sleeve,stretching the material wafer thin, a vein seemingly pulsing across the thick curved muscle. I looked away again before i lost it completely. Then i heard a rip.. I was drawn back to the hunk. His bicep had made a tear in his sleeve. It bulged and flexed almost as if he was teasing me,but he was looking ahead. Then i saw his bicep flex again and looked as if it was swelling. I rubbed my eyes as if i was hallucinating seeing his muscle grow. No.. His bicep bulged and expanded as if being filled by air,the vein streaked across it, thickening and rippling. Then he lowered his arm,but the bicep kept growing,and the rip split wider. His hairy forearm thickened and rippled and his delts bunched up and filled out the shoulder of the sleeve.. 'Riiiip..!' The thin material of his sleeve could take no more and literally burst apart. The hunk just sat there staring ahead as if this was a natural process as his back thickened beneath his tee,rapidly filling it out with engorging lat muscles that pushed back against the seat and then burst the tee apart.. I found myself being pushed against the window,pinned by the studs growing muscles. His thick chest joining in the growth,the already meaty mounds expanding into huge heaving slabs that pushed outwards against the straining shirt. With a loud rip,the front tore open,freeing his growing bloating pecs,heavily covered in dark curly hair and capped with large juicy nipples that pointed ever downwards with the growth of his muscles. Still,he seemed unperturbed by his growing muscles filling the small gap between our seat and the one in front, as if it was perfectly normal !. My eyes shot forward as he glanced at me and smiled before looking away. My eyes settled on the back of the guy sitting in the seat in front,and i nearly fainted! He was wearing a denim jacket stretched across a wide back that was thickening and filling it out with swelling lats and beefing up shoulders. I watched in awe and shock as the seams on his shoulders ripped and his bulging delts poked out. The guy sitting next to him in a smart executive black suit was going through the same process.His perfectly ironed jacket was bulging and filling with a massive back that easily began to tear through the thin fabric in the centre and at the shoulder seams. I shuddered as i felt myself cum in my briefs,and moisten the crotch,turned on and pinned in by the now huge Latin muscle hunk that filled the seat beside me. A teenaged boy with messy blonde hair,wearing what had been his school unform stood up from the seat in front of the two hunks in front of me. He was fucking enormous,his white shirt,tie and blazer,torn and ripped to shreds over huge bloated slab like pecs smooth and glistening with sweat under the dim lights of the bus,..fat boulder like biceps rippling and streaked with chord like veins,looking perhaps 30 inches if humanly possible!. Hard brick like 8 pack abs crunching and flexing.. Oh fuck!.. i thought..shocked at the hinting sight of what could only be a huge oversized cock, the engorged base of the shaft hanging out of view behind the seat from a dense patch of sandy pubes, as thick as my forearm.!! I shot my gaze out of the window as he glanced over at me with a hungry looking grin. But looking out of the window was no good.. The bus stopped sharply at traffic lights..and a motorbike pulled up level with my window. Its rider donned in thick black and red racing leather and a black helmet with its visor down hiding his face. I nearly had heart palpitations... Even in his leather bike gear, i could see his muscles growing..! Huge biceps bulging and straining into massive boulders. Swellling pecs pushing out the front of his tightly buckled jacket,snapping the straps as they grew.. The cod piece covering his crotch bulging obscenely as his cock and balls grew visibly big,pressed up between his legs on a motorbike he seemed to be quickly outgrowing too. I even thought i heard his leather groan under the pressure. He spotted me staring at him and stuck his middle finger up before moving forward. A white transit van advertising a builders merchants slid up next,with three occupants. "This is too much!" i muttered under my breath. One young guy in a blue and white Nicholson shirt and burberry cap and smoking a cigarette,was resting a tattooed arm on the van door, unbothered by the fact that his bicep was filling out and ripping the short sleeve,growing into a huge mound.. The other two occupants were growing too,but i could not see clearly. The guy smoking his cigarette,noticed me and flexed his bloating bicep. I felt myself cum again.. The car in front..All i could see was the drivers arm sticking out the open window,thickening and ripping the shirt he wore. I had to get off this bus.! At the next stop, i squeezed past the huge latin hunk with great difficulty that made him complain, oblivious to the fact that he was the one blocking the space with his overgrown muscles. It was hell trying to keep my composure brushing past the boys huge heaving pecs and seeing his huge cock hanging low and limp over engorged balls at least 12 inches, then pushing past a shaven headed muscle man in a torn England Football shirt whose own huge hairy pecs were pressed against a creaking side window, his fat heavy cock hanging low and engorged between his meaty tree trunk thighs low past his knees. I pressed the bell urgently until the driver let me off.....and i ran home as fast as i could..to clean myself up and to take stock of the new muscle world forming around me.. ....END
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