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  1. This is the first of a two part story. I had written this back in October as a story to amuse myself. I never thought I would put it out there for the world to read... but since you have all have welcomed my other stories so kindly... here it is!!! I rewrote some of it to give it better flow, etc. The second part is a little crazier... involving more transformation, muscle, destruction, etc. If you aren't into that... let this part be what you read and that is it. This has an ending. If you are into stuff a little wilder... I'll post Part 2 soon!! I hope you enjoy it!!!! Comments and suggestions always welcome!! Tell Me You’re Mine PART ONE I watched as Richard tried once again to fight against the ties that bound him to the leather/wooden cross. I couldn’t deny that he looked hot naked, handcuffed, and with a ball gag in his mouth. No, I scolded myself!! Don’t look at him. Don’t think about him. He’s a means to an end and that is all!!! I leaned once again over the smoke coming from the silver bowl and inhaled... the sharp odour calming my nerves. Soon this would all be over. Soon I would have what I desired. This wasn’t how it originally started. I had gotten home from the gym, horny as fuck with the knowledge that tonight was the night I had been waiting and preparing for for years. I hopped on the hook-up app I often used for quick fucks, hoping he would be on... and I wasn’t disappointed. There he was... Richard from the gym... built, young, cocky, and obviously out for NSA fun. It had been a while since I had seen him at the gym, but perhaps that had been for the best. My pic on my profile was recent, but the lighting might have made me look a little buffer and a little younger then I really was. As I began sending a message to Richard, three guys hit me up at once. Quickly looking at their profiles… one of them was passable and might be an option... but no... only Richard would do. I sent my message and waited to hear back. It wasn’t long before he had taken the bait. I was older then Richard by about ten years, but my picture shows me at my best: an athletic man with black hair and ice blue eyes. Our initial conversation went well, so I decided to simply go for it and asked him if he wanted to play. Sending my location, Richard was glad to know my home was only six blocks away from his own... a fact I already knew. Yeah, this had all the makings of a perfect quick hook-up for him... we could each get off and he would have plenty of time to meet-up with some friends. When I showed him my dick pic... that sealed the deal. He would be over in ten. When Richard arrived, he commented on the slight silver at my temples and stated that it was a sexy addition, and one he approved off. I took his coat, offered him a glass of very fine red wine, and then we began kissing on the couch. Now, my body is not as muscular as Richard’s, and I’m not as tall as he is, but I do have a tight runners build that was obvious, by the bulge in his pants, that he respected. Also, once we had stripped out of our clothes and were naked, I was able to prove, to his eager mouth, that I truly was sporting an XL endowment. After nearly fifteen minutes of kissing... deep and passionately, Richard wanted to move it to the bedroom, but I let him know I had other plans. How adventurous was Richard feeling? Sure I could easily fuck him... but why not put a little handcuff play into the action... I could see the wheels in his head spinning behind his eyes. No, Richard, he was thinking. That’s how guys get killed… I hardly know this guy. But, the leaking of his cock was screaming: Yes!!!! This guy is totally normal!! His cock won out. Richard took a gulp of his wine, texted a friend where he was just in case he disappeared… always a smart move, and followed me down the hallway. The room, the prize of my house, was a large conservatory that I had converted into a personal library with shelves and shelves of hardback books, some intricately bound and other centuries old. They were the result of my decades of research, and I knew each one practically by heart. The ceiling is over thirty-five feet high, and the sun can easily be blocked out with shades that moved electronically. I knew he was impressed by the sheer size of the room, joking it was bigger then three of his apartments. What really took Richard’s attention were the tools of my play: masks, hoods, gags, handcuffs, dildos of all sizes, and a multitude of paddles and whips. The collection was lit by several dim pin lights, but my prize was what took centre stage: an imposingly large wooden cross padded with leather, raised up on its own circular platform. Nervous, but ultimately turned on as well, Richard took in the entire room in awe. His laughter echoing in the enormous room, he said he had never read 50 Shades of Grey... or seen the film... but he had heard of the ‘Red Room’ and imagined it had to be something like this. I told him I hoped mine was a little classier then Christian Grey’s. Quietly I came up behind him and began to gently kiss his neck, my arms wrapped around him, my hands stroking his abs. ⁃ I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m usually pretty vanilla. ⁃ We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. ⁃ No! No... I want to. ⁃ Are you sure? I want everything to be totally consensual. Richard lowered my hand down to the his hard cock signalling the affirmation of his desires. I turned Richard around and pulled him toward me, our bodies pressing together while we passionately kissed. Within moments and with expert hands, I was exploring every inch of his body, traveling my tongue over every muscle. Richard’s cock began to leak pre-cum again as his excitement mounted. Lapping it up with my tongue, I succeeded in taking Richard’s entire cock in my mouth, deep throating him like a champ. Richard placed his hands on the back of my head and began to massage my scalp, tremors of ecstasy running through him. ⁃ Let me worship your body. It’s so beautiful, so built. I want to lick every inch of it. ⁃ Do it!! I looked into Richard’s eyes and pushed him toward the cross. Willingly, Richard allowed his arms to be placed on the cross bars, and he let out a low moan as I grabbed his hands and locked them swiftly and dominantly into the handcuffs. I did the same at his feet. Then, to make the picture complete, I covered his eyes with a leather mask. As promised, I worshiped, licked, and sucked every inch of Richard’s quivering and flexing body. My tongue traveled into crevices no tongue had ever reached, and Richard bucked his pelvis uncontrollably as an orgasm appeared on the horizon. I wrapped my mouth around Richard’s cock and brought him closer and closer to explosion. Seconds away from coming in my mouth, I pulled back and looked up at Richard. ⁃ You like that? ⁃ Yeah!!! ⁃ Want me to finish you off? ⁃ Oh yeah!!! ⁃ Tell me you’re mine. ⁃ What? ⁃ Tell me you’re mine. ⁃ Fuck!! I’m yours! Do it!!!! I attached myself to Richard’s cock again, and with my hand began to massage his balls. Unable to hold on much longer and entirely under my sway, Richard felt his balls rise up in his sack. ⁃ I’m gonna... I’m... I removed my mouth seconds before Richard shot and captured his release in a small silver bowl I had hidden near the base of the cross. Using my hand, I milked more and more cum from his balls until Richard cried out that he couldn’t take anymore. Beginning to already go soft, Richard’s masked face looked down at me and smiled. ⁃ Fuck, man!!! Richard chuckled as he shook his head. I stood up, took off the mask, looked at Richard, and kissed him once again. His cock started to get hard again, but playtime was over. Richard watched in silence as I walked to the side of the room and opened a cabinet. Inside was a large copper bowl. Removing it, I walked back over to Richard. Placing the bowl on the floor, I looked up at him with a grin and quickly bound Richard’s waist to the cross with thick rope that had been lying on the floor, hidden in the shadows. When that was complete, I removed a sponge from the bowl, and starting with Richard’s feet, began to wash him with the mixture of goat milk and other herbs I had prepared the night before. The mixture was warm to the touch and had a spicy smell emanating from it. ⁃ Damn that smells good. Very sexy. What are you doing, man? I looked up at him, his cock hard and throbbing, a grin on his face. ⁃ I’m cleansing you. ⁃ What? ⁃ Cleansing you. Preparing you. ⁃ For what? ⁃ For the ritual. You will be the soul I give in place of mine. Richard laughed, believing that I was joking, but when he looked in my eyes, he knew I was totally serious. He attempted to free himself as I began to wash him again, covering his softening penis with the sponge. ⁃ You’re fucking with me… right man? You’re totally fucking with me!!!! Silence. I began to wash Richard’s abs. Richard was attempting to loosen himself from his binds but found it was virtually impossible. Panicking, I could hear his heart racing in his chest. He tried to reason with me as I began to cover his pecs with the milky substance. ⁃ Please let me go man. ⁃ You gave yourself to me. ⁃ We were fucking around!! You know we were! I didn’t give you anything! ⁃ I asked and you responded. You even gave me your seed. You are mine. ⁃ HELP!!! SOMEONE!!! HELP!!! ⁃ No one can hear you. Believe me. But if you’re going to be difficult... I walked to the opposite wall and pulled a ball gag from its place. Upon my return, Richard attempted to move his head from side to side, but in my position now I was a little stronger and a lot faster. Eventually, Richard was gagged. Screaming over the ball was useless, and trying to move his head away from me proved futile as I concluded the cleansing by covering his neck and face with the milk. When he was completely covered, I took the bowl and poured the remaining over Richard’s head, cascading over his hair and dripping down his muscular body. Swiftly, knowing time was of the essence, I moved to another cabinet, removed red and black candles and began to place them strategically around the room. When that was completed and all 36 were lit, I returned to Richard with a pot of black paint and a paintbrush. With expert hand, I began to use Richard’s body as a canvas, covering it with intricate symbols that only a very few could read. These were runes forged at the beginning of time, instructions of how to carry out my desires. Richard tried to cry out again, but I found he was becoming weaker over time with fear. It took nearly thirty minutes, but with my expert hand, the job was complete and Richard’s entire body was covered in markings. I moved away and stared at my work admiringly. For so long I had prepared for this... for years... and now it would actually be happening. I left the room for a moment and returned with a large brass bowl filed with kindling. Placing this down in front of Richard, I struck a match and lit it. From a shelf on one of the bookcases, I returned with both a silver bowl and a silver knife. Walking up to Richard, I began to chant the invocation under my breath while moving the knife in elaborately choreographed movements. Trailing the knife in patterns on his chest, Richard barely felt the moment when I cut him just below his left pec. As the blood flowed, I captured it in the silver bowl. It was by no means a mortal wound nor one that might leave a scar. Even if it had been mortal, in a few minutes it wouldn’t matter to Richard. Nothing would matter to Richard. As the blood continued to drip, I captured some on my hand. With this, I began to stroke Richard’s penis again. Despite being in total fear for his life, Richard’s cock was hard once again. Stroking him faster and faster until he came a second time, I allowed his ejaculation to merge with his blood in the silver bowl. From the first bowl, the bowl with his first ejaculation, I used his semen to pain the last symbol, the one that would let Astaroth know that Richard was mine. When finished, I poured the rest of the ejaculation into the other bowl and sat myself on the floor behind the open flames. Placing the silver bowl on top of the burning wood, I began the Invocation, calling the most powerful of all demons to me. The incense and herbs I threw into the silver bowl began to float on the air. My volume was raised as I became more and more frantic, wrapped up in the incantation I was weaving. I could feel the energy in the room changing; I could feel that he was here. He simply just needed to show himself. Finally, after waving the silver knife in different directions, I stood up, and raising the bowl over my head, I screamed the demon’s name. Over and over I called for him... ⁃ Astaroth!!! Astaroth... most powerful... even more powerful then his father, Lucifer! Astaroth… hear your servant!!! Astaroth... receive my gift... Astaroth… find me worthy!!! Astaroth!!! Fill me with your power!!!... Over and over again I repeated this chant until the room grew cold, there was a great wind, and the candles all blew out simultaneously. A moment passed... then two... when suddenly all of the candles were lit once again by some supernatural hand. I kneeled down on the floor and began the invocation once again with even more passion and fervour. He was close… so close… this was the furthest I had ever gotten before. A pillar of smoke began to rise from the silver bowl, growing thicker and thicker, filling up the room, until a long clawed hand shot out from within it. I watched in anticipation as a face made entirely of fire emerged from the smoke. On top of the demon’s head were thick ram horns the curled upward. Pulling its way out of the smoke, the creature emerged fully formed. The smell that came with the creature, a mixture of rotten eggs and death, made me feel both physically ill and excited at the same time. I had prepped for this moment... and now it was here. The concept that this was actually happening hit me again as Astaroth moved toward Richard. As it walked, it left behind burnt hoof prints in the stone floor. Still existing on two planes, the creature looked to be created from both flesh as well as the thick smoke that trailed behind it. Eventually, as it gained strength, it succeeded in fully crossing over into our realm. Once the flames that had covered its body disappeared, it’s skin looked horribly burnt, but the longer it remained in this world, the more like human flesh began to appear. It wasn’t tall... maybe 5’6, and walked on black hoofed feet. It’s legs were entirely covered in long jet black hair, but this didn’t hide the immense penis that erupted from its crotch. It’s chest was also covered in hair, but it was quite muscular, a tight firm body any man would have wanted. The only difference was that it had a human eyeball in place of each nipple. These eyes looked independently around the room, leaking tears of flame. It’s face... perhaps at one time had been human, but now most of the flesh had been burnt away revealing a skull that appeared more wolf or jackal then human. It’s eyes glowed blood red and were reptile-like. From its snout, sharp long fangs emerged, and instead of a tongue, a living snake. What remained of its hair was long and black, and traveled from its head down its back. Finally, it dragged behind it a powerful serpent tail that left a trail of ooze wherever it lay. Moving toward Richard it sniffed him before moving its claws over the patterns that I had drawn there. After taking the time to read what I had placed on Richard’s body, it turned to me and spoke. ⁃ Egnahcxe ni tseuqer uoy od tahw? The creatures voice was serpentine yet quite deep, with smoke emerging as it spoke. Expecting this, I held a large mirror high above my head. From within the glass, smoke began to blossom until it exploded outward repeating Astaroth’s words: ⁃ What do you request in exchange? ⁃ I want power. ⁃ Elaborate. ⁃ Make over my body. Sculpt it as mighty as can be. Form my sex into a colossal tower. Let me stand above the masses, forever young, forever virile, forever healthy, preaching our master’s name. In exchange, I give you my slave. ⁃ And he comes willingly? ⁃ He is mine... proclaimed so by his own words and deeds. It was his seed that called you. It moved up to Richard and smelled him again. Too frightened to move, Richard allowed the serpent tongue to travel over his face, down his neck, and over his pecs. It was obvious the demon was examining him... but would he accept him in trade? ⁃ Yes... it is writ that he is yours to exchange. Richard tried to cry out, to deny that he was mine, but the gag made it impossible. Astaroth looked from me to Richard. The gag, the rope, and the handcuffs were suddenly released, and he was free. Wasting no time, Richard tried to run for the door, but Astaroth was too fast. In a split second, he had leaped onto Richard’s back and brought him down to the floor. Richard screamed out as Astaroth opened its mouth and began to insert Richard’s head in. Like a vacuum, it swallowed his shoulders, then his chest, his torso, his legs, and finally his feet. Within moments, Richard was gone. Throughout time, history rewrote itself, and Richard ceased to ever have lived... ever have existed... remembered by only me. His soul was now hell bound, sent in exchange of mine. Once Richard had been ingested, Astaroth turned its head to look directly at me. ⁃ The deal has been made, and the payment received!! Young and virile you forever will remain. Tall and mighty your body shall become, and a monument to our master your sex will be. Smoke flowed out of the silver bowl and slowly began to swirl and wrap itself around my body. My heart began to beat faster as my fate lay before me. What would Astaroth make of my instructions. What was I to become? What I had written on Richard’s body... was that possible? Could a human grow so massive... so tall... so powerful? For a second I feared what I had written. This room I stood in... my sanctuary would be like a dollhouse. Was this what I wanted??? Oh yes, I thought with a grin!!!! Yes!!!!!! As the smoke wove around my body faster and faster, an unholy cry began to pierce my head. ⁃ Screams! I hear screams! ⁃ Yes!!! It is the energy of the thousands of souls preparing to power your body. My penis got hard thinking about the power I was soon to possess, the smoke swirling around every inch of my cock. The smoke began to pick up speed until it was like a storm wrapping itself around my body. Lightening burst from the smoke and began to strike my body over and over again. I embraced the power invading me. I had never felt anything so incredible. The sound of the smoke storm was now so loud that I could barely hear myself think. Above the storm, even louder, were the screams of thousands of tortured souls crying out from hell. ⁃ You are willing to accept what gift I give you? ⁃ Yes!!! Fill me with ultimate power!! Make me mighty!! ⁃ As you request, so I do!!! The storm sped up even faster, covering me in a shroud of pure darkness. Suddenly and without warning a smoke tentacle broke away from the source and shot itself into my face, forcing its way into my body. Following its lead, more and more of the smoke storm rocketed its way into every inch of me. I welcomed it, trying to digest it all. Eventually, I had swallowed the entire thing, and those souls had taken up residency within me. ⁃ Yes!!! I can feel them within me!! I feel them changing me... altering me... so much power!! I never expected so much power!!! ⁃ But a taste. Now I complete you!! Astaroth released a jet of fire from its mouth, and once again it wrapped itself around me, this time with even more force then before. I wanted to shield my eyes from the bright flames swirling around my body, but it was impossible to not watch. This was the power that would change my body... my world forever!!! ⁃ Yes!!!! Give me even more power then I can imagine!!! The flame shot up in the air and then down into my open mouth. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy as my whole being quaked as it filled with what the demon had gifted me. What felt like an eternity lasted a few minutes as what had entered took root. Suddenly I was afraid of what I felt... I was afraid yet turned on by my desires. ⁃ I... I can feel my humanity being stripped away... I’m.... no... no... I’m no longer human... am I? ⁃ No. ⁃ What am I becoming? ⁃ Exactly what you requested. The earth will soon quake beneath your feet. The world will shudder when it sees you. Never has there been a more beautiful... more monstrous creature then you. All I could hear in the room was my own breathing and the thousands of souls preparing to power my transformation. No longer was I human. I had been stripped of that by this creature, but did I care... perhaps for a moment but that was all. I was too eager for my conversion to start. I breathed several times in and out... The power was welling up inside of me, ripping through my body and altering every cell. Uncontrollable spasms hit my body over and over again as the power prepared me... burning through me. Unexpectedly, the creature released a jet of fire from its mouth once again, this one longer then the first, and again it shot directly into my mouth. Screaming out, the onslaught forced me to the ground. What was this creature doing to me?! So much power existed inside my body now… much more then I had asked for. I was unable to control my limbs as I flailed on the ground receiving more energy then a nuclear bomb!! When the smoke cleared, the room was illuminated only from the red glow coming from... yes... coming from my eyes!! My eyes no longer saw as a human saw... but what was I becoming? When I spoke next, my voice was filled with steel. ⁃ Fifty thousand souls are prepared to fuel my transformation... to make me power incarnate!!! Shakily, my body still spasming over and over from this onslaught, I rose to my feet and faced off with the creature. Sporadically, flames would erupt from my body and a howling emerged from my mouth when I opened it. I was intoxicated by what I felt. This had far surpassed what I had imagined it would be like... yet like every addict, I knew what I wanted and that Astaroth had more to give. On shaking legs, I approached it. ⁃ Be careful what you ask for. ⁃ I need it all!!!! ⁃ Then take it!!! The creature smiled, flexing its muscles for me. Yes. He was the well from which I had to drink. I had the power of fifty thousand of souls in me prepared to fuel my metamorphosis, but I needed more!! Falling to my knees in front of it, I took my hand and placed it on the creature’s mighty shaft. Stroking it, it quickly rose to a swollen 15”, flames dripping from the head. As I nervously licked the head, one drop touched my tongue... my brain exploded as I witnessed in one second all of the power Astaroth held. Needing more, I wrapped my mouth around the mighty head and began to suck it, taking as much of the shaft down my throat as I could. Minutes passed. Astaroth’s claws dug into the back of my head forcing me to take much more of its cock then I thought I ever could. I could feel my body quaking with power as I mined for more. I sucked and stroked the shaft demanding it give me what I deserved. Eventually, Astaroth began to grunt and groan, breathing heavily due to my expert mouth. ⁃ Turn back now, human... while you can!!! This warning only caused me to suck and stroke harder until finally the creature reached orgasm, and unloaded its powerful load inside of me. As he deposited it in my stomach, I felt like I was being electrocuted. I no longer could control my body as I convulsed from the onslaught of what was being bestowed upon me. I continued to suck on its shaft, determined to drain it all… until with one mighty blow it threw me off its cock and to the middle of the room. I tried to stand but couldn’t. I had ingested too much power and my body was unprepared to digest it all. My whole body was pulsating with life. My entire body began to shift, to throb.. my skin began to bubble. This tapped force was attempting to surge out of my body, seeping my pores, releasing flames when it ruptured. My entire being had overdosed on power and was being ravaged by it. I felt lightheaded and sick to my stomach at the same time. I put my head in my hands and felt my face and skull give way as it pressed and merged around my hands. Never had I felt anything like this onslaught of power, and it was it was getting more powerful by the second. As I tried to stand again, my entire being began to smoke as if I were burning from within. I could only chuckle at what I was going to become, and knowing it was about to happen at any moment made my 8” cock go hard. From the reflection of the glass on the ceiling, I could see my eyes were shining a bright blue now. Soon… I could feel the power rising up within me as if my whole body was about to cum. It was getting stronger and stronger. A sudden burst of laughter erupted from my throat as I realised my time as Darren was over and that a new creature was going to take my place. ⁃ I will be the mightiest creature to walk this Earth!!! I will take what is rightfully mine!!!! I will exist at the top of the food chain!!! Nothing... will ever... stop me... AGAIN!!!!!!! My whole body suddenly stopped fluctuating and tensed up, my back muscles beginning to cramp. It felt as if hundreds of hot nails were being hammered into my traps at once. I released a scream that bounced around the room and was echoed by the thousands of souls within me. As I screamed, I could feel my back beginning to swell with muscle. Larger and more defined it became, and still it continued to grow. My collarbone and scapula made gruesome cracking noises as they fractured and then expanded, growing wider… my arms moving further away from my body. The pain was agonising but welcome. This is exactly how I had wanted it. My body was being tortured to make me even more mighty. For what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, my shoulders extended, becoming wider then any door, and showed no sign of slowing its growth. As the bones continued to stretch longer and thicker, my shoulder muscles began to join in the development of my traps. I was determined to stand, but the orgasmic rush of growth proved too much for me, and I fell once again to my knees. ⁃ My shoulders... my delts getting so round and thick!!! My whole upper body stretching wider and wider... my upper back... so filled with muscle and strength... my traps getting so concentrated... my... ARGH!!!! My upper body surged even wider. There would be no way possible that I could ever walk through a normal door again, my shoulders were simply too wide. My traps were riding higher and rounder on my shoulders giving me the look of a bull that I had always longed for. With a sudden eruption, my lats began to swell, pushing my arms even further from from my body. I couldn’t believe how quickly my upper back, shoulders and traps had become mountainous, and far from the realm of human possibility. With all of this muscle, it was as if four bodybuilders had been fused together to create my upper back, and still I continued to bulge and grow. ⁃ More!!! My hunger is insatiable. Make me bigger!! Make this body a monument to your strength!!! I cried out in orgasmic lust as my neck began to swell into a Grecian column of muscle. I tried to feel it with my hands, but they were now too far away and too short to even reach my neck!! Moving my head with ever growing difficulty, I could feel that it was so dense and muscle bound that it must look more like a quad then a neck!! As my traps continued to rise up higher and higher and started to fuse with my neck, my lats continued to widen until, to my joy, my upper back resembled that of a immense morphed cobra head. The horrific sound of cracking filled the room even louder then before as my arms and hands began to lengthen. ⁃ Fuck!!! Look at these arms??!! They’re getting longer then my legs!!! How big am I gonna be??!! ⁃ Monstrous. The creature hadn’t spoken until now, but simply watched with glee as my body was racked with pain and the birth of what I was becoming. I looked up when it spoke in shock, awe, and desire. ⁃ Freakish. Never on Earth will there have been one to rival your size or mastery. ⁃ Yes!!!!!!! Grow me!!! Stretch me!!! Don’t stop!!! Ever!!! Hearing my plea, my legs and feet began to lengthen along with my arms and hands. Although still top heavy, I could finally stand! My legs were so long and wobbly that I must have resembled a newborn pony. Standing for the first time, I was shocked at how tall I was, yet even more surprised when my hands dragged on the floor. The ceilings in the refurbished conservatory were over 35 feet high, and here I was standing a little above what I estimated at ten feet. I couldn’t help but laugh as I took in my new view of the world. ⁃ Look at me... towering above you... towering above everything!! I continued to get taller, my inhumanly wide and muscular back began to resemble a flesh-like shell, it was so mountainous with peaks and valleys of muscle. The thickness of my neck and traps made it virtually impossible to turn my head, and I found I had to turn my whole body if I needed to look around. I was being hit by the impracticalities of my new size, but I didn’t care. I revelled in them and I wanted more. I ceased to care about a normal life and wanted to exist purely as a creature of brute strength and muscle. I lifted my growing hand and marvelled at the sheer size of it. Each finger was much longer then my own head and thicker then three or four of my old fingers put together. My palm... fuck... that is where I gaped at the size... the palm of my hand was growing to become nearly as large as my own chest!!! As I continued hurling into my metamorphosis, I could feel this energy burning up inside of me. ⁃ The screaming in my head is getting louder... all of this dark energy erupting inside of me... fuelling me!!!! My torso soon joined in with my arms and legs, and loudly begun to elongate. The snapping and pulling of my body was soon so excruciating that my own screams merged with the moans of the souls erupting from me to create a symphony of terror. As my body developed taller and longer, I laughed through my pain thinking that I must resemble the urban legend of Slenderman made flesh. As the ground fell further away and the ceiling came closer, I tried to rationalise how tall I was becoming. Was I nearly fifteen feet tall now? The more my torso stretched, the quicker my arms and hands, legs and feet finally began to look in proportion to my body... but my own body was so out of proportion to every human on earth!!! Stumbling, I moved around the room on my stick legs, my enormous feet rocking the very foundation of my house. I’ll never be able to get out of this room without tearing the whole thing apart, I thought with excitement. How tall am I now?! The ceiling is getting so much closer!! I reached up my arm and found that I it wasn’t as far away as I thought it was!! Soon I would be able to easily touch it with the tips of my finger!!! Fuck!!! The ceiling that was too tall for a ladder, and soon I would touch it with my own hand... and still I grew. Contemplating how much larger I was to become, I felt an itching beginning to rise in both of my pecs. The itching became an irritation, and then the irritation became stabbing bolts of pain. I screamed out, a sound the whole neighbourhood must have heard as my pecs began to explode with size. Like two massive inflatable rafts attaching themselves to my body, my pectorals simply blossomed, quickly getting firmer and rounder. The sensation of feeling my blood engorged muscles grow made my head spin. Looking down as much as my neck would allow, I saw these massive globes coming to life, taking over the top half of my chest. I rubbed my hand over the right one, and nearly collapsed as my hand brushed over my nipple. My nipples had never been sensitive before, and I never understood nipple play, but now... fuck!!! Now I could!! With each beat of my heart, my pecs swelled larger and larger. Using both of my hands, I grabbed my nipples and I squeezed them. Colours formed in front of my eyes and my head spun with ecstasy. I squeezed them again and twisted them at the same time, releasing a low moan from my throat. They were the most sensitive things I had ever felt. As if they were trying to enrapture me to play with them more, they both suddenly began to get larger and thicker, the areola getting wider and browner, and the nipple bursting with size until they both were nearly the length of a human finger. My pecs, fuelled by my intense nipple play grew even mightier, extending feet from my chest. The sensation of feeling my blood engorged pecs grow fuller made me want to roar. I looked down at Astaroth who appeared so tiny now compared to me. ⁃ Look at my pecs... getting so full... so heavy with muscle. I can’t wait till my whole body feels this way... weighing thousands of pounds of muscle!!! ⁃ Thousands of pounds? Too small!! Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of pounds!! Your muscle mass making the very earth tremble!! No scale ever strong enough to weigh how heavy you really are. His words swam in my head as I watched my pecs beginning to find more room to grow on my body, rising up while being forced down at the same time. The gap between my pecs was so deep, but it also grew tighter as they took up more space. I took my hand and placed it down into the gap, and felt the pressure being forced on it by these two powerful masses. Soon I would be able to crumble boulders between my pecs, or splinter trees just from flexing them together. Never have pecs been so mighty My abs and lower back began to burst with muscle at the same time to prevent my upper body from collapsing down upon it. My back, lats, and traps were still gaining mass, and I could just imagine how I looked. My traps rose up to near my ears, now giving me the guise of either having no neck at all or one so massive that it rose simply from my back. My abs exploded one by one, but there was to be no simple six-pack for this body. With my hands I felt, since I couldn’t see anymore below my pecs, that my own body was mutating and I now possessed a twelve pac!! With my knowledge of the male anatomy, I was aware that most humans have, at most, eight muscle bellies making up their ab muscle, but here I was with my abdomen divided in 6, with each becoming thick and as dense as cinder blocks. Fuck!!! How I wanted a mirror in this room!! ⁃ As you command. Vanished were the walls of bookshelves and toys, my chamber was now composed entirely of mirrors. Every surface… every wall… even the floor and ceiling were mirrors. There wasn’t even a door anymore!! Everywhere I looked I saw me, and what I saw freaked and thrilled me!! Astaroth watched as I took in my half formed body. The first thing I noticed was my head. It had only grown a small amount with the rest of my body, and my eyes still glowed a bright blue with no pupils at all. My head was tightly wrapped in between my immense traps, which now rose mightily past my ears. My neck, larger then my waist, was barely visible, as my pecs and deltoids simply covered it up. Finally, my lats caused my upper body to curve away from my body but then taper back in. How wide was I? I had no way of knowing in inches or feet how big I was, but at this size, it simply didn’t matter. My upper body had to be larger and wider then a car... and still I grew!! My lower torso... my abs... a brick wall didn’t do it justice!!! Each ab alone was a testimonial to muscle, and jointly created a pure work of mastery. Each crevice in the wall of abs, along with my newly forming Adonis belt was so deep... so so dark. My waist... no matter how thick, as it had to be over 50 inches, was firm compared to my massiveness of my chest giving me the ultimate wasp waist. I smiled at my reflection, and looked down at the Astaroth. ⁃ The birth of a monster. ⁃ Only the beginning... My legs began to tremble and quake as my feet began to grow longer and to thicken with muscle. Stretching upward, both my calf muscles began to take on mammoth proportions. They swelled up so thick that, the diamond shape of the two heads began to expand outward on all sides and take up more room over my ankle until it appeared that my foot formed right from my calf. My calf muscles stretched upward toward my kneecaps, but a titanic rumbling sound announced the birth of my new elephantine quads. I cried out in exhilaration as each muscle simply erupted in size. I could only drool over how massive they quickly were becoming. The lateral and medial muscles of my quads immediately became so swollen that I had to widen my stance. Each time I did, and created a little more room for my balls, they would quickly take up all available space. In no time at all the rectus emerged as two massive teardrops that dipped over my kneecaps and required me into a bow legged and crouched position for comfort. I was resigned that for the rest of my existence I would be forced to walk this way, and it made me supremely happy. By the fifth time I had spread my legs, this time as far as they could possibly go, I heard a familiar cracking noise and knew it was my pelvis breaking to enlargen my stance. This caused my waist to broaden as well, which only forced my upper body to grow more as well to keep my tapered look. As I felt my gluteus grow, I cried out. I had been growing for nearly thirty minutes now, and with each change and alteration to my body, the more orgasmic it felt. I moved my hands to try and feel my swelling ass since even with the mirrors I had trouble seeing it, but with my widening lats, I had difficulty moving my arms to even touch it. ⁃ My body... how did I ever exist in anything but this body you are forming for me!!! I am indeed becoming monstrous as you said. ⁃ And you shall remain this way for all eternity... immortal as you requested. ⁃ Fuck!!! I had forgotten that... ⁃ Never ageing... never sickening... never dying... existing as you are for eternity... pure power!!! I clenched my jaw and grit my teeth as I felt the agony of my pelvis bone breaking and growing again, extending my waist more and causing my stance to become far more unnaturally bowlegged. My legs were now so muscle bound, so massive, and so engorged, that some might say they bordered on the grotesque, but I only cried out for more. Every time I stepped now, the entire house shook and the stone floor beneath me cracked and shattered to dust from my insurmountable weight. In no time at all, I knew this entire house would come down around me simply due to my very existence, and that had me begging for more size and mass. As best as I could, I lifted my arms above my head and found that with some manoeuvring I could easily place my palms against the mirrored ceiling. By this time, I was over twenty feet tall, no doubt nearing twenty-five. My deltoids had grown so dense with muscle that it wasn’t easy to lift my arms above my head, but at this time it was still a possibility. My arms began to shudder and ignite with a blissful burning sensation as I finally felt my upper arms join the rest of my body in its symphony of growth. Flexing my upper arm, I watched as it quickly bloated with power, my biceps and triceps becoming thick and dense as stone. I wanted to scream out as my clavicle fractured and enlarged to create more room for upper body growth. The prominence of my upper arms made it difficult to bend my arms, forcing them down off of the ceiling. So much strength were in these arms now. I could easily rip apart a tree or a boulder with my bare hands, and my strength only increased as my forearms surged with size. My hands... fuck... the muscles of my hands expanded until I knew that by the time I had broken out of this house, I would be able to crush coal into diamonds and diamonds into dust. I glanced at myself in the mirror again, a creature of pure muscle. I saw myself as the world might see me: I was nightmarish, I was a mutant of muscle, I was freakish... I was beautiful!!! A beast of pure strength and power. I did a full body flex, and watched as my whole body became even more grotesque as it surged larger. When I released the flex, my body maintained the pump I had gained. Until this moment, my head had remained the same size as when I had first begun this journey, but with an unanticipated flash of pure torment, the bones that formed my entire cranium began to split and re-fuse larger. I tried to keep my eyes open to watch this happen but it was truthfully a frightening sight. My skull swelled and grew first until my head resembled an immense light bulb. My neck muscle continued to thicken to support the added weight of my new head. Soon my eye sockets expanded, as did my eyes. I had thought I understood pain with my last growth, but this surpassed even that. As my eyes doubled and tripled in size, I was afraid they were going to explode. My upper head looked alien, but as my cheekbones and nose began to grow as well, I could see that very soon I would look like me again... just a leviathan version of myself. My chin grew and squared off at the same time my brow ridge became more prominent. Fuck!!! This was now the head of a true Brobdingnagian!!!! My traps, afraid of being left behind, soon grew more immense and once again fused above my ears. I felt a peculiar feeling in my abdominal wall, and looked gain at myself in the mirror. It was odd to know I would never truly see my lower half again due to my immense pecs, but that only made me smile with happiness. That was how I wanted to live. My abdominal muscles were growing larger... lengthier... stretching down like thick tentacles toward my pubis. This was it, I thought. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and my body was preparing itself for it!!! I thought my body was evolving my pubis to be more muscular in order to hold the massive cock I was soon to have, but I was only partially correct. The tentacles of muscle forced their way into my penis and I could only cry out as the greatest surge of ecstasy hit me. Further and further this tentacle of muscle invaded my penis, starting at the base... forcing it to grow longer and thicker, transforming it from tissue into a shaft of pure muscle. My cock was becoming as the rest of my body was... nothing but bulging, pulsating, throbbing muscle!!! I whimpered as this metamorphosis occurred, as my cock was inundated with muscle to become this hard and thick shaft. My muscle cock, because what else could I call it, grew tremendous, nearly as thick as my own forearm, and just as my body continued to grow more massive with muscle, so did my cock. I wrapped my hand around what had once been my old cock, and instantly felt the difference. My muscle cock was no longer pliable with a soft feel but hard as the rest of my body was. I stroked it and felt it flex for the first time, growing even more tremendous in my hand. It was more sensitive then my original flesh cock, as my body evolved to have thousands more nerve endings imbedded throughout it. I could only drool as wave after wave of pleasure besieged my body as I stroked this new muscle cock, watching it grow even more colossal. The tentacles of muscle eventually reached the head, and I watched as this too was transformed into muscle, more bulbous and wider then ever before, the slit a vast open cavern. This was exactly the cock I had wanted, and watched as it expanded and lengthened until it grew even larger then my arm, the head mushrooming even fatter until it was thicker then my fist. I roared... I actually roared as my balls began to widen. I could feel the testosterone in my body being forced into overdrive, as my evolved testicles became a power plant to fuel my last metamorphosis into a being of total size and total masculinity. My head spun as my evolution went wonderfully out of control. As my balls grew immense and sent out shockwaves of testosterone fuelled by the hundreds of thousands of souls within me, I grew even faster, adding on hundreds of pounds of muscle each minute. Hair erupted all over my body, growing quicker and thicker on my face and chest. My hair growth was so out of control that where one follicle would once have grown, I know had five or six, making my newly grown beard thick and dark. Within minutes, I had a full beard that lengthened as I grew taller, my head nearing the thirty foot ceiling. My pecs were covered in a pure pelt of jet black hair, but no matter how thick the hair on me was, it couldn’t hide the musculature beneath it. The hairs on my arms and legs lengthened, trailing down onto my hands and feet, and my underarms had a forest of long jet black hair. My pubes grew denser as well as they covered my pubic mound and ever expanding balls. Thick hose like veins rose up all over my body feeding my musculature. New veins and arteries were formed doubling and then tripling the amount the human body had. My body needed this larger amount so my massive heart would be able to pump the required power throughout my body. My cock muscle, now nearing the length of my leg, grew even thicker as pipe-like veins took root, crisscrossing the entire surface and feeding this monster. The head... ugh!!! The head grew even larger, nearly the size of my cranium. My cock was indeed more then simply a devise for reproduction. It was a monument to all things muscle, all things strength, and all things masculine. Leaking a constant flow of precum, my entire body began emitting the most intense musk... sexual and masculine. Still the world spun around me as my whole being went into overdrive. ⁃ Changing... becoming... something else... all of my senses are becoming heightened... becoming... my voice...so deep... more like a rumble of thunder then a voice...yes...becoming even stronger... becoming... yes... a being of pure instinct... I feel as if I am transforming into something more animalistic the more masculine I become. ⁃ This is what you wanted. ⁃ Was it...??? ⁃ You wanted to be the alpha.. reign supreme over everything.., I am giving you that... ⁃ Yes... The largest surge of power shot through my entire body and I let out a massive roar, which shattered the walls of mirrors. This new evolution was wanted... asked for... but unexpected. I didn’t truly realise what it was I had desired, and now I was receiving it. ⁃ What is happening now... I’m... I’m becoming smarter... my intellect doubling... no tripling... Ha!!! Quadrupling!!! I’m smarter then any man alive!!! How is this happening??!! My brain... taking in so much information at once...YES!!!! Smarter then any human!!!! More powerful then any human... more supreme then any human!!! I am indeed the ALPHA!!! I breathe in and I can smell everything around me... every person, every creature. I am now the apex predator!!!! I have evolved past humanity into what humanity wishes it was!!! About to crash through this ceiling... soon I will be forced to reveal myself to the world... their superior... their ruler... and yet... can I say it... YES... I want more!!! My head smashed into the ceiling, the mirror and metal shattering and falling apart around me. As my growth surged one last time, my head appeared over the roof of my house, my shoulders where the mirrored ceiling had been. I had broken free of my womb and now planed to enjoy the playground that lay before me. The wind of my new world blew through my long black hair and caused my titanic nipples to harden. At one time I would have been embarrassed for the world to see me naked, but now that was the only way the world should see me!! How else would they bask in my magnificence? Worship their... could I say it? Could I speak the word?? YES!!!! Worship their new god!!!
  2. “Thanks for saving me” Charlie said to the taxi driver after shouting the name of a hotel at him “Its ok, looked like you needed saving” the driver said trying not to laugh at the shaken musclebound stud in the back seat “Yea… they just went crazy, clawing at me” Charlie said, using his thickly muscled arms to hide his bare broad chest “They tore my shirt off” The driver looked at Charlie in the rear view mirror. His eyes tracing the curve of Charlie’s thick shoulders and rounded pecs. The guy was a real specimen, no wonder the girls had wanted a piece of him. The traffic cleared and the driver turned his attention to the road. “Does that happen a lot” the driver asked Charlie shook his head, his styled hair bouncing a little and his dark sunglasses falling down his perfectly shaped nose a little. “No, its never happened” Charlie said confused The big stud’s eyes were looking down at his pecs, slowly each bounced, like he was testing them out. His arms held out in front of himself and slowly twitching and flexing. The driver caught sight of this display, he wondered if the heartthrob was high. It looked like he’d never seen his own body before. “You ok” the driver asked Charlie nodded, a hand running down his abs and down to his crotch. “Jesus Christ” Charlie exclaimed, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses The driver had to swerve out the way of another car as his looked back to see Charlie staring down at his bulging jeans, both hands cradling the basket between his thick thighs. “Sorry, sorry” Charlie said quickly, noticing the chaos he just caused He kept looking back down to his crotch, a cocky smile appearing on his perfect face. The big guy went quiet for a while, letting the taxi driver just drive. Charlie had finished feeling himself up, his attention still partly on his own crotch. He kept pushing this meaty thighs together to get the bulge to bounce a little. The rest of his attention was on the small necklace he wore. A highly decorated cross sat trapped between his rock hard pecs. Charlie pulled it free and held it between his fingers. He muttered quietly “The women said this would grant my wish…” The driver’s focused on the road and didn’t see Charlie take the necklace off. Suddenly the big muscled stud wasn’t sitting in the back of the taxi anymore, some skinny blond guy was. His flat chest and flabby gut bare to the air, his baggy jeans not full to the brim with muscle and cock meat. Charlie squeaked in shock, his voice now high pitched. Before the driver would turn to see what was wrong he got the necklace back on and leaned his broad muscled shoulder into the car seat with a sigh of relief. “We are here” the driver announced as the taxi stopped outside a slightly run down hotel The driver guessed the big stud was a student backpacking, he looked like he could be the right age. Though the squared jawed hunk could be in his late 20s, he just had one of those youthful yet manly faces, and bodies. Charlie tossed a handful of money into the front seat, twice what he needed to pay. He climbed out the taxi, the sun glittering off his tanned skin. He was still playing with the cross and was deep in thought. “I wanted to be a heartthrob, to be irresistible” Charlie was muttering The taxi driver laughed as he watched Charlie’s firm muscle ass vanish into the hotel, a gang of beautiful women already starting to follow him. The poor lug obvious to the pack of horny girls soon to get their claws into him.
  3. Pete or ‘Squirt’ as he was quickly becoming known around campus was regretting pledging at the Zeta Alpha Zeta Fraternity, they were the jocks and preppy alphas of the college. He was only being considered for the frat because of how wealthy his dad was. The nickname though had come around the first night, the brothers got all the pledges to line up and Pete had stupidly stood next to a basketball player and a brick shit house who’d just joined the football as a linebacker. The brother’s laughed at him, but the linebacker who was Pete’s roommate and decent guy called Drake said 'Leave the squirt alone’, and the nickname stuck. Pete wasn’t stupid so he embraced the name and took all the mocking and humiliation that the brothers dished out. It worked, Pete’s money and thick skin got a lot of attention and the brothers accepted him along with a bunch of the hottest guys in freshmen year into the frat. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt wasn’t even on Dionysus’ radar when the god of wine arrived at one of Zeta House’ legendary parties. He was pretty impressed by the Zeta boys set up, they’d converted their house’s huge dining room into a makeshift bar, and Dionysus would be posing as the bartender for the night. But the little nerd quickly got the gods attention, everyone else in the frat were already frat boys, Squirt messed with the demographic of Dionysus new priests. He needed guys who were ready to party, who loved to drink and loved sex, little Squirt needed to change. He looked idiotic in the baggy red Zeta shirt, the frat only made the shirts in large and X-large, they didn’t expect a little guy to ever wear one. “Here you go little guy” Dionysus smiled He handed Squirt a large glass, a golden liquid filled it to the brim. “I didn’t order anything” Squirt said confused Dionysus leaned in “I’m doing you a favour, you’re a frat boy now, you need to start drinking, or your new brothers might regret bringing you into the frat" Squirt thought for a second, Dionysus continued to smile almost worried that Squirt wasn’t gonna drink it, but the little nerd downed the glass in one go. Dionysus smirked and moved back to his bar tending, proud at how quick the kid had downed that drink, his new temple would be in good hands. Squirt leaned against the bar, his arms draped along it. He watched his new brothers drink and dance with the dozens of sorority girls they’d invited. He cracked his neck, it felt like his back was straighter, making him feel taller. The bar seemed to be moving further down his back, a second later his bony ass was resting on it. He’d gone from leaning to sitting on the bar a minute after downing Dionysus’ drink. His shoes stretched as they caught up with his new height. His jeans shrunk into shorts, barely making it halfway down his skinny thighs. The Zeta shirt was still baggy on him, but it stopped above his bellybutton. Showing off his flabby stomach. He didn’t notice it however, he was focused on the party, making sure everything was OK. “Party, Drink, Fuck, Party, Drink, Fuck” a voice chanted This was the party part, he was resting before throwing himself into the fray. He’d mingle, he’d wing man, he’d hookup, then he’d fuck. The drinking would happen throughout. He involuntarily gripped the bar as the bones in his hands snapped into a larger shape, the wood splintered slightly as change spread up from the reshaping bones. His forearms thickened and his biceps bulged, his skin tanned and the arms of the Zeta shirt faded from reality. Every new swollen muscle flexed, like they were getting used to their sudden size. “You cut the arms off before even putting the shirt on” a voice explained “You do that for every shirt, why hide your godly arms” the voice continued His small thighs started to spasm, each movement made the thigh grow. The muscle fibres stretching and thickening, his calves were the same. By the end his thighs looked to be permanently flexed, so thick and well shaped. “Always wear shorts, if you swim wear speedo, show off your legs” a voice commanded “And never wear underwear” Squirt smiled and ran his new large hand over his flabby waist, his fingers running over the skin beneath the waist of his jean shorts, he never wore underwear since he worked out how to use his cock. His touch jolted his stomach muscles to life and the fat melted from his torso, the skin darkening to a golden tan, complete without tan lines. “Always tan naked” a voice cooed His abs popped through the skin, two, four, six. His adonis belt appeared as the fat melted. His stomach and waist was tight and ripped, fitting in with his long muscled arms and legs. His Zeta shirt started to fill up as his shoulders packed on pounds of muscle and his chest inflated into two hard slabs of pec meat. “Got to have big show muscles” a voice echoed through Squirt’s head As Squirt’s body changed his mind changed with it. Expert skill at beer pong, playlist mixing and that ability to down any drink faster than anyone else replaced everything to do with college, with literature, with a life outside of the frat. “You belong to Zeta, you are Zeta” a voice explained “An everlasting student, always and forever a frat boy” Squirt was immortal now, he smiled as that dawned on him. He would party, drink and fuck forever, always having a fresh flock of teens to bring into the voices influence. He knew the voice’s name now, it was his god Dionysus. Squirt turned and the barmen winked at him, Dionysus poured out a drink and then dropped a shot of something into it. “You’re missing two things Squirt” Dionysus said both from his barmen body and inside Squirt’s head “A face and cock worthy of that body” Squirt downed the drink and pulled Dionysus in for a kiss, the god allowed it, he had made it Squirt’s instinct after all. Once the frat boy finished every drink he’d mouth fuck the nearest hottie, and Dionysus had to admit Squirt was a good kisser, and the god hadn’t even changed that skill yet. “Thanks master” Squirt cooed, his voice dropping an octave half way through Dionysus winked and left Squirt to it. He’d make a good high priest the god thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt pulled at his jeans, the zipper straining against his now monstrous cock. His face had just finished cracking into a new shape. It was confident, chiseled and very frat boy looking. A couple girls passed and giggled. Squirt winked at them, he was living up to his name, Squirt made the girls squirt. He would have been called stretch, but his frat brothers didn’t know how big his cock was and how much it would stretch their straight virgin holes till after they’d named him. Those memories weren’t real though, a clever way for Dionysus to make the frat easier to control, nothing better than a big fat cock fucking you to bring you into line. “Hey big man” Drake shouted over the music as he looked up at Squirt “Hey” Squirt slapped him on the back as Drake leaned against the bar next to him His big hand slid down Drake’s body and cupped his sculptured ass. “Very nice, won’t have to do much work with his one” Dionysus echoed through Squirts head Soon all the frat will be hearing Dionysus, all Squirt needed to do was fuck them for real, not like the fake memories Dionysus had implanted to spread the knowledge that Squirt was the big man on campus. Drake looked up a little nervously at Squirt, his own arm wrapped around Squirt’s waist. “Come with me” Squirt ordered and he led Drake out of the main room The frat house was slowly changing as Dionysus used the last of his power to take it over. Photos changed from grinning preppy frat boys, too near naked playful party animals. The first floor rooms morphed into party rooms, like the entire frat house was just for drinking and music. Every frat boy wore the cut-off Zeta shirt like Squirt did, six packs being a new requirement for pledging. Squirt took Drake by the hand and brought him up the stairs to his room. Squirt had never slept in his room, but it reflected the fake memories that Dionysus created. The bed was coated in sweat and cum, the room reeked of long hours of sex. “Strip” Squirt ordered Drake pulled off his jeans and tossed his shirt to the floor, Squirt smiled. Dionysus appeared in the corner, the god was eager to watch his priest make his first conversion, he could already feel his power growing as Drake’s desire to get fucked grew. Squirt pushed Drake onto the bed, the big football player fell onto it like he weighed nothing. Squirt quickly stripped and pulled Drake’s thick legs wider apart. The bed creaked as Squirt moved onto it, his monster swelling and already dripping with pre-cum. Other frat brothers made their way into Squirt’s room, it was the inner sanctum of Dionysus’ temple now. Some started to worship Squirt, a couple joined Dionysus at his perch and kissed his hands and arms. “This might hurt” Squirt explained, stroking Drake’s hair affectionately, he then gripped Drake’s hair fiercely “Who am I kidding, this is gonna tear you apart”
  4. Chad had just transferred to his new high-school and he was already confused by the student body’s fascination with Berty Williams. Berty was tiny, a speck of a person. Around 5f6 and as skinny as anything. He was spotty and sickly looking. Berty’s eyes were this abnormal green, but he hid them behind sunglasses all the time. Chad though was confused by how people treated him, the nerds acted like he was god. Girls sighed and fawned after him, and the jocks were terrified. Chad acted like he normally did, like the cocky jock he was. He’d made jokes about Berty and his odd rule over the school, his fellow jocks reacted with surprising horror and distanced themselves from Chad. He thought nothing of it till he found out that word about his disrespect had got back to Berty. The corridor cleared and Chad found himself alone facing Berty. The little nerd gestured to a restroom door. Chad snorted and followed Berty into the restroom. Berty smiled and started undressing, Chad laughed bemused as Berty revealed his skinny chest. Berty’s miniscule cock and balls got the loudest laugh from the much better endowed Chad. “What are you doing” Chad asked still laughing Berty just continued to smile, his eyes though flashed green behind his sunglasses. “I’m showing you why I’m in charge” Berty grinned Chad sniggered “Really…well all I can see is a baby dick” Berty’s face flushed red “You may regret that” “Oh, is this a you won’t like me when I’m angry sort of thing” Chad teased Berty grinned and groaned as his body started to ripple. His bones cracked as they inched taller, his muscles bloating with thicker fibres. Berty’s skin tanned and cleared. His greasy hair retracted into his scalp, leaving a short crew cut. Chad backed up against the wall as the nerd grew into a towering hulk. Berty’s feet flexed as they spread over the floor tiles. His legs rippled as the muscles pulsed larger. Berty’s tiny cock bobbed as it grew, more inches piling onto the measly manhood. His balls were pulled lower as they swelled and his hand gave them a quick squeeze. Berty stepped towards Chad as his body refined itself, his fat percentage dropped, his pubes grew thicker and stubble spread over his jaw. “This is why I’m in charge” Berty smirked, his voice deep and commanding Chad just nodded, his entire body shaking. “Whenever I want I can grow into all this” He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose “I get to be small little Berty and get to see how people really are, then I grow into Bert and teach then how they should act, usually I fuck their girl or give them a little beating…” Chad was sweating, melting under Bert’s gaze. Bert slapped his meaty dick against his big hand. “But you don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t want to break that pretty face…so I hope you understand how things are in MY school” Bert smiled “Or I may have to use this thing on you” Chad nodded and sped out of the restroom, Bert laughed to himself as his muscles began to deflate.
  5. Dear Sir, I saw the ad for your reality altering capabilities and I was wondering if you could help me out. You see, I’ve got this wonderful boyfriend. I love nothing more than falling asleep in his big beefy arms, or watching him lifting weights in our apartment. He’s perfect, almost perfect. Our trouble lies in the bedroom. When it comes to sex, he’s just so lazy. He lies down and just expects me to ride him. Its boring and pretty tiring on my end. I really wish I could just show him how I want to be fucked. To show him how to make a bed shake. I don’t have to body to do so, or the equipment down there to so. If you could perhaps size me up a bit. You know, just so I could give him a good example and maybe a little training in how I want to be used. It wouldn’t even have to be for that long, I won’t even want to be that big… probably. I hope your limitless powers are able to make this sort of thing happen. My limitless powers will be stretched… much like your boyfriend will be, but I’m able to fulfil your request. You should notice the changes very quickly, the suddenly change in height and stance will do that. Remember to flat those now enormous feet widely apart so you retain your balance, plus it gives the meat hammer between your tree trunk thighs room. I’d take a couple hours to get to know your new body before you introduce yourself to your boyfriend. Jerk off a few times, lift some weights or spend hours standing in front of a mirror bouncing those meaty slabs you have for pecs. I made some changes to your boyfriend too, he’s not going to know what feels good for a little bottom boy if he isn’t a little bottom boy. So that big manly body and fat throbbing cock are the opposite. He’s a cute little cock hungry twink. Hopefully you can use your new big muscles and horse cock to teach him how to swallow and handle meat of that size, then he can teach you… if you decide to return back to how things were. Just from checking on you I can see your were a complete bottom, so I had to change that. Can’t give you the body of a relentless power top and then not have you know how to use it. You boyfriend wouldn’t learn a thing from a muscle brute struggling to stuff his donkey dick into the keyhole tight hole I gifted him. You’ll be a natural at fucking, I even made sure the bed was a metal frame so you didn’t get struck with the cost of replacing it when you fuck it into oblivion. I can also recommend a good plasterer for that bedroom wall when you fuck your boyfriend through it. I’ll give you a few days to teach your boyfriend how to fuck, then you can change back to how things used to be… if you want of course.
  6. This is a new part of another series from my tumblr, only a few parts were ever posted but it was requested so much. Basically it focuses on stereotypes and switches them, but also greatly exaggerates them. This is a new introduction part just to give you all an idea of the sort of world it creates. The series focused on switching the stereotypes between Asians and Africans, I also did one where Celts and Scandinavians switched. Just a disclaimer, I don’t believe these stereotypes, please don’t send me angry messages about how they aren’t true, I know they aren’t. “Lapped you again” Leon shouted as he thundered pass Oliver The strapping dark skin athlete seemed able to fun for hours without breaking a sweat, his lean yet powerful legs throwing him along the running route with each long stride. Leon was the track star of the university. Multiple national medals from his time in high school and he was trying to get more. Oliver was the opposite, he’d never even gotten onto the track in high school, also just missing out. But things were different now, the coaches had seen how hard Oliver tried and how far he’s pushed himself, so they gave him a chance. He had to finish in the top 40 of the coming race and he’d be set, if he didn’t he’d be out. Oliver loves running, but most people just assumes he wasn’t athletic. It was partly racism as Oliver was short and skinny Asian guy, everyone assumed he was some math nerd.Oliver has some mild resentment towards Leon, the guy was naturally gifted. He even complained that he had to work to stay lean, his body just wanted to bulk up with powerfully thick black muscle. But Oliver could see how much Leon worked for everything, if only the guy wasn’t so arrogant. Leon on the other hand had a great deal of respect for Oliver, he could see how hard the guy was working and could see the passion he had for the sport. He just wasn’t that good at it, he was ok, but nothing like Leon. Oliver would never win any medals or break any records, Leon on the other hand was a year or two away from the World Championships and then the Olympics. Leon was widening the gap between the two runners again, Oliver vanishing away behind him. Leon looked over his shoulder just as Oliver disappeared from view as Leon descended a small hill, at the same time the entire world shifted. Reality twisted and the extreme imaginings of many became fact. Imaginings that jumped, centuries of caricature between two peoples switched between the two. Leon found himself falling down the hill, his skinny limbs waving wildly as he tumbled. Somehow he’d tripped on a rock, his tiny sneaker clad foot finding the only rock on the pristine grass running route. He thudded onto his back, his breath being knocked out of his skinny chest. He was very happy he’d worn contacts today, if it had been his thick rimmed glasses he’d have broken them. Leon wouldn’t stomach telling his parents he’d broken another set, at least these wouldn’t have been from behind knocked down by one of those massive Asian athletes who dominate nearly every sport on campus. And speaking of massive Asians, Oliver came over the hill. His enormous shoulders blocking the low lying sun for a second. His heaving pecs bouncing with each long limbed step. Oliver’s lush black hair covered by a grey beanie, his wide torso covered in a skin tight workout shirt and music blaring in his ears from a small phone clutched in his hand. The guy couldn’t wear any sort of holding for his phone when he went running, his immense biceps had snapped the last one he wore, nearly took his eye out. Leon gulped, he was embarrassing himself again. Oliver while built like a truck was an amazing running. His tree trunks legs could muster insane bursts of speed, and his stamina was legendary. But Leon suspected it wasn’t his stamina from running that had all the girls talking. The big lug came to a thundering stop, his gigantic sneaker class feet standing with a wide stance just in front of Leon. They are size 19, massive oversized dogs. Leon only knew because he’d seen these sneakers sitting on a bench in the locker room next to his own gym bag. The curiosity was immense, he’d nearly been caught opening the tongue to check the size when Oliver came out of the showers this muscles glistening. “Damn dude you ok” Oliver boomed down to Leon “Yea I’m ok” Leon complained, rising up on his elbows Oliver’s crouched down, he was smiling and actually looked concerned. A guy like Oliver didn’t need to be arrogant, he had everything already. As Oliver crouched his grey sweats bunched up around his meaty thighs, the outline of his long soft cock came into view. It hung in a hammock of cotton, the jaw breaking cock head was visible. Leon gulped again, the thing was terrifying. So big it added a second to Oliver’s sprints even with an industrial strength jockstrap holding the beast back. He’d heard Oliver complaining to some of his Asian jock buddy’s that his jockstrap has snapped on his morning jog. The straps around his meaty shelf like ass had given way, and a circus tent of a jockstrap was laying on the ground somewhere on campus. Leon knew that stretch of fabric could net Oliver a few hundred bucks if he sold it online to the right pervert. “Can you stand” Oliver asked Leon wasn’t listening, he was following the length of Oliver’s soft cock up to the rounded bulges of his orange sized nuts. Leon knew Asian guys were hung, but Oliver was something else. “You hit your head or something” Oliver asked laughing a little His massive strong mitt rubbed Leon’s closely cut tight curly hair. Leon pushes himself to his feet, the still crouching Oliver was only just shorter then Leon at his full height. The skinny black runner felt smaller and smaller as Oliver rose above him. Leon eyes level with the two wide slabs of muscle that hung from Oliver’s chest, he could see them flexing with each breath. Leon was standing with all his weight on one foot, his ankle hurt. He couldn’t apply any pressure to it. “Shit, you aren’t gonna be able to get back to campus on that” Oliver said with concern “Yea” Leon muttered with pain as he tried to stand on both feet again Oliver sighed and without a word wrapped a massive arm around Leon’s waist and tossed him over a hulking shoulder. “Hold on little dude” Oliver laughed as he started to walk back to campus with some speed Leon was too shocked to react, his eyes glued to the two rolling boulders that stretched out the back of Oliver’s sweats. Asians guys always had big round asses, Leon wished his could get even a bit of the juiciness that Oliver’s has. Leon knew his little cock was rock hard and digging into Oliver’s shoulder, the bouncing of Oliver’s steps kept making Leon grind his cock. Oliver just responded by gripping Leon’s flat ass tighter. Leon could have sworn he heard the big guy muttering how Leon should be careful. Leon was trying, but all this muscle and close contact was setting his horny little dick off. With each step Oliver took sound of his soft cock slapping his muscled thighs was getting louder and louder. Leon could even see it swinging back between Oliver’s legs, the fat cock head leaking against the light grey sweats. The beast was getting hard. Leon gulped again, Oliver had turned a corner into a sheltered wooded area. The big Asian walked off the path and into the trees. He slid Leon off his shoulder and gently dropped Leon onto his knees on the soft grass between some trees. “You want this” Oliver asked sounding anxious Leon just nodded, his mouth already watering. Oliver just dropped his sweats, his bare ass and legs open to the air. His huge rock hard cock shot upwards, sending a rope of thick pre-cum flying over Leon and splattering against a tree. “No homo” Oliver muttered as he forced the willing black runner’s mouth onto his donkey dick
  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. It had arrived. A towering cardboard box, a massive ‘fragile’ sticker on every side. Kevin’s name and address listed on it. He’d struggled to drag it up the stairs to his bedroom. His short slender arms wrapped around the top and his legs forcing everything they had to move the box up step by step. It was only when he got it pushed pass his bedroom door and slammed the door closed that he realised he probably should have pushed it up from the bottom. Kevin pushed the box upright, the ‘this way up’ arrow pointing to the ceiling. He tore at the cardboard, using his teeth and nails to rip the sellotape. Inside was another box. It was only just smaller then the box it had arrived in. It was crystal white and stylised to look like a box for a posh expensive gadget. The metallic lettering listing the box as containing a ‘NewU Alpha Class Bodysuit’. The front was transparent plastic, but Kevin was happy to see that the box did claim to be fully recyclable. The clear frontage showed the smiling face of a painfully handsome man. His dark hair tussled with smooth curls and dark stubble covering a chiselled jaw. The eyes were wide open, which while unnerving showed Kevin the bright green eyes he’d be looking out of from now on. The body was just as good, tanned and strong. It must have been hot in the delivery truck as the bodysuit was slick with sweat. Drips falling from the big pointed nipples which hung from two slab like pecs. Kevin couldn’t see much lower than the top of the bodysuits ripped abdominals. Kevin saw a piece of paper taped to the inside of the exterior box. He pulled it out and began to read it. “Greetings Dear Winner…” Kevin had won a prize draw for the bodysuit after entering a contest in the back of a comic book he read. These suits were all the range and costs tens of thousands. “…We are pleased to gift you the one of a kind bodysuit modelled on the beloved comic book character Firestorm” “We have listened to your concerns and added the extras you asked for. We hope you enjoy the suit and please don’t hesitate to call us if any issues occur” “Your friends, the NewU Public Relations Team” Kevin blushed as he saw the pages of changes and issues stapled to the first page. Hour long conversation Kevin had with the Relations Team all listed down. A comment Kevin had made about balance had led to the feet being enlarged by two sizes. A comment about being closer to the comic book look had led to the suits ass being around out and plumped up. Firestorm had a almost legendary set of glutes, the comics artists embracing the fan service and always drawing Firestorm with thick buns. Kevin tossed the pages onto his bed and moved to the back of the suit. He ripped it open, scanning the pictured instructions on the box on how to enter your suit. The Firestorm suit was a lot taller than Kevin, who was only 5’7. The shoulders very wide and nearly touching the sides of its box, Kevin was slim, barely any meat on his weak bones. The wide back was open, the inside a fleshy abyss just waiting for someone to climb into. Kevin started to pull off his clothes, he needed to be naked for the bonding to happen. He knew that when he climbed in there would be no going back. His parents knew what was happening, but they weren’t really in favour, which is why Kevin was rushing to get this over with. Kevin couldn’t wait to be Firestorm, the tall, gorgeous musclebound stud. He was imaging his new life at university as he gripped the sturdy sweaty shoulders of the bodysuit and lifted himself up so he could slip his feet into. Kevin could feel the suit already bonding to him as he forced his skinny legs down the thick trunks the suit called thighs. His crotch and ass landed on the seat like pelvic area which would hold Kevin in place while the bounding happened. With a final deep breath Kevin brought his face into the suit. He was too short for his eyes to match up with the suits eyes, they didn’t even get into the head, nor the neck. Kevin’s vision was only the inside of the suits chest as the back sealed itself behind him. The bounding was near instant. One-second Kevin was staring into darkness and next second he was looking out of the plastic front of the suit’s box at his messy bedroom. Kevin tried moving, he stepped back and instantly fell back onto his solid yet round bubble butt. He winced at the pain, his senses completely linked up to the suit. He heard a meaty slap. Kevin looked down, a couple dark curls falling into his view. Between his wide veiny thighs was a slab of fat cock meat. “Not what I meant when I talked about batons” Kevin said in the suits voice It sounded like the voice actor for Firestorm from the animated show Hero Squad. One hand grabbed at his thick neck and the other at the base of his thick cock. Kevin new everything about his new body would be either shocking and exciting. He pulled himself back to his feet, his huge cock slapping off his legs. Firestorm normally used to flaming batons to fight and when Kevin talked to the Relations Team they must have misunderstood him. Not that Kevin was complaining, but he didn’t think the new underwear he brought in preparation would fit the beast between his legs. Kevin steadied himself and moved towards his bathroom. The bathroom mirror showing his chest muscles moving with each step. His entire body twitching and flexing as if it was settling into its new occupant. His çock was hardening as he saw himself, rising high above the bathroom sink. Kevin’s new bull nuts fell into the sink, he was way too tall for his bathroom. He could barely see his own face in the mirror. Kevin peeked out of his room, he was checking his bedside clock. It was only 15:30. Hours till his parents returned home from work. Kevin’s new huge hands wrapped around his beer can fat cock. It was time to test out Firestorm’s baton.
  9. “So they aren’t expecting me… or at least someone who looks like me for the part” Greg asked to his agent His agent sounded off his apologies back. He’d misread the part, told Greg they wanted him for the nerdy IT guy role for some new sitcom. Instead his agent had agreed to having Greg as the hulking meathead janitor. You see Greg could change his body, anything about it he could change. He could be taller, shorter, thicker, skinnier, younger or older. He and his agent had set up an entire agency around a bunch of different fake actors who could fill any role. Greg himself was actually a great actor, just wasn’t anything special to look at normally. Like right now Greg was barely average height, skinny with some slight flab. His hair mousy and messy, his skin ok, but with hints of zits and the remains of acne. It was his default ‘nerd’ character, Howard Lords, a 28 year old who specialises in playing nerd roles. Mostly Howard got scientist and tech roles, or the annoying shop clerk role. But Howard wasn’t going to do, the new role was way out of his league. Greg talked in a hushed tone not wanting the people around him on the train to hear him. “Howard isn’t going to work out, the role needs the guy to be big and imposing” Greg explained to his still apologising agent Greg pulled his computer out of his bag, Howard’s hands opening it. He loaded up the ‘change’ program, it was how Greg was able to control how his body changed. He didn’t quite know how it worked, but it was a connection between the nanites in his blood. His father had been a renowned scientists and one accident at the home lab led to Greg waking up looking like the hunk from TV he’d been watching videos of the day before. Ever since he’d used that old laptop to create himself a very lucrative acting career. He was checking the various actor profiles, one of them must have the booking listed. Greg couldn’t just turn up as any of his big manly actors, the show would have picked one specifically. He was still on the phone to his agent. “No it isn't Chad” Greg said “He’s more a small town farm boy type” His agent asked about Leon, the big black hunk who’d recently appeared as an NFL player on some crime show. “No not him” Greg said checking the profile “Nor is it Oscar, but he’s a pretty boy anyway, too small for the role” Greg found it, the show had booked Dimitri. The wide as a barn dark haired beast, his last role had been playing a huge henchmen for some superhero movie. The actor playing the hero nearly shit themselves when Dimitri walked onto set. “It is Dimitri” Greg said, the agent apologising again “Yea, its ok, at least we caught this before Howard turned up” The two of them laughed as Greg loaded up the profile. His skin was already buzzing as the nanites began their work. His legs beginning to stretch outwards, they already looked about 20lbs thicker. Greg rolled his shoulders as they broadened, overhanging the edges of his seat. His baggy shorts were riding up his thighs now, the stick thing legs now like tree trunks. Greg was only just quick enough to order the nanites to replace his shoes, Dimitri had some immense boats and the size 7 shoes Howard wore weren’t going to last long. The shoes burst, but the nanites pulled the splitting fabric back together within a second. The giant sneakers showing no signs of struggling to handle Dimitri’s size 17 feet. “Fuck, I always forget how massive Dimitri is” Greg said to his agent, spreading his legs wider for his growing manhood “You know I should of noticed something was up” Greg laughed, his voice dropping into a heavy bass A thick dark beard had spread over his squared jaw and veins were erupting over his meaty muscles. “They listed a XXXL janitor uniform on description of the character, no way Howard would fit into that” The agent laughed and said his goodbyes. “Sure I’ll tell you how it goes” Greg said closing the laptop He almost jumped, a wide pair of shocked eyes was watching him. A young guy, late teens, maybe early 20s. His mouth hanging open in disbelieve at the suddenly physical change he’d seen. “Fuck” Greg said deeply He forgot he was sitting in a four seater booth and he wasn’t alone.
  10. It was a worldwide organisation with membership in the tens of thousands, a club exclusively for extremely well endowed men. You had to have a 12inch or larger penis, they took men of any shape as long as they had a footlong. Luckily big dicks ran in my family, my older brother Ben was already a member. So I was a shoo-in, or I thought I was. They took my application and brought me in for the testing, a quick measurement to see if I met the requirement. So I ended up in a room filled with oddly perfect men, there wasn’t a single fat guy, or short ass anywhere. They all looked like underwear models, muscles stretching out their shirts and bulges bursting their zippers, I remember something about normal guys being allowed in. I had always thought it was weird that Ben had had a sudden growth spurt after joining, our family weren’t that lucky when it came to height and muscle growth. Big dicks being the only reason our family hadn’t died out years ago. But now me and Ben hardly looked like brothers, he now looked like a gym mad surfer and I still looked like my short skinny self. The club members got me and the other guy joining to strip. I was blushing, as was the chubby Brazilian teen next to me. My eyes shot out of their sockets as the sight of the monster cock hanging between his thighs, even soft it looked close to a foot. The guys measured him first. 10 inches soft, then with a couple strokes later, 13 erect. The guys cheered and the little Brazilian was brought into the club. They made him drink down a golden coloured shot soon afterwards, I guess it was an initiation as he looked like he was going to drop the second he swallowed it, but the hulking club members blocked my view. They measured me next, 7 soft and 11.5 erect. Half an inch away the mark. I measured it myself, batting away the big hands of the club member with the ruler. 12.5 inches, then they corrected me. They measured dicks a certain way, and that way took an inch off my length. They apologised, I wasn’t getting in. The parties and vacations filled with hot big dicks and busty sluts wouldn’t be open to me. Ben patted my back as the guys returned to the rest of their meeting, I quickly got dressed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Ben told me that 11inches wasn’t bad, he would say that, he was a member and could get anyone he wanted with a wink or a flex of his thick arms, I had to wait on word of mouth or whip my dick out. Before I left though Ben gave me a shot glass of some silver liquid. I drank it quick and turned to leave, I hadn’t got two steps before my head hit the floor. That was six months ago and I’d settled into my new life. Turned out that the club gave their members the perfect bodies for their giant cocks, but some unlucky guys got a different drink. So I had woken up in a completely new body, not even 5ft tall now. I was then gifted to this giant Brazilian man, who I later found out to be the guy who’d joined with me. I found out from him that Ben had joined with his college roommate, who’s brother was a member. The roommate like me didn’t meet the requirements, so he got shrunk and gifted to a newly giant Ben, he was Ben’s sex slave now. It was a policy only for wannabe members who had family in the club. I moved in with my Brazilian god, he was finishing up at high school so I was hard to explain to his parents even if in a few months we’d be moving into college dorms. His growth spurt and constant sexual activity were easy compared to little old me milking their son’s monster cock every hour. He turned out to be nice and treated me much better then most of the other club members. I was the only guy he fucked, there were a lot of girls getting his fat meat stick though. I heard stories when I worked as a waiter at the club, about how Ben was taking over his college campus, like a good club member was meant too, they ruled where ever they were, my master had already fucked his way to the top of the school. Ben though never spoke to me anymore, he acted like I didn’t exist. Like when I saw him at the club’s beach party. We were even next to each other at the bar. My face eye level with his bulging basket, he even offered to fuck me, he didn’t know who I was. My master made me feel better, giving me 13inches behind one of the beach huts. My big dick flopping about, looking crazy huge on my thin short body. They could give you a huge or tiny body, but couldn’t grow or shrink a dick, weird world.
  11. “Remember if you want to see more, join my OnlyFans page” Robby said before ending his filming One hand holding the towel around his waist together. A thick thigh pushed out to show some muscle, his enormous donkey dick safely packed away in some underwear hidden beneath the towel. He quickly typed up a description and posted it to his instagram page, his 1.3million fans already descending on the latest posting. Robby turned off his phone and tossed it through the bathroom door and onto his bed. He bent his head back and sighed, his thickly muscled neck flexed. He lifted up his arms, his biceps flaring and his huge hands palmed on the ceiling. Robby sighed again as he shook out his muscled body, he was still stiff from the night before. A long night of living it up as a towering black stud. His DJing career had really taken off and the extra attention and money he made from shooting shirtless pics or doing live videos in just some bulging briefs weren’t hurting him at all. But it was all a lie. As Robby shook his muscled started to collapse in on themselves. His pecs deflating, his shoulders thinning. A sickly crunch sounded as his arms and legs shortened, followed by Robby’s torso shortening by several inches. With a sound like a basketball being deflated Robby’s elephant like genitals shrunk into a pathetically small set of cock and balls. Robby’s tailored facial hair fell away, a few whips of blond hair appearing on a softening jawline. His shortly cropped black hair lengthened into a mane of straw like greasy blond locks. Robby’s deliciously dark skin was coming out in patches of ghostly pale white skin. The last part of Robby slipped away, the tattoo on his upper arm fading into the ivory skin. It was a few moments of discomfort for Robby, but soon he was back to his normal self, short, skinny and white Robert. To the outside world Robert and Robby were roommates, both guys who were DJs, but both guys with insanely different careers. Robert had been struggling for ages while Robby just appeared with his skin tight shirts and bulging basket and was suddenly the hottest thing around. While Robby’s fans knew he had a roommate and Robby had spoken highly of him they never seen the two guys together. But then it was impossible for them to do that, they were the same person after all. Robert had found out one day after being fire from another club that he could turn into Robby. He had no idea how it had happened, he was just so angry about working so hard and continuously being rejected. The now familiar feeling of discomfort fell over Robert, his skin, muscles and bones all rearranging themselves. His first time as Robby had been shocking, Robert’s clothes were too small. His jeans turning into bursting knees high skin tight shorts. His shirt sleeves tearing and riding up his newly ripped abdominals. Robert wasn’t sure what came over him, but he was suddenly confident, suddenly more assertive. He marched back into the club, his sneakers falling apart around his stomping size 15s and demanded the DJ job. The owner didn’t even notice the massive black guy was wearing the same clothes as the little white dude he’d just fired, or that he’d played the same set as that white guy. But Robby got the job and now he was a up and coming DJ, and possibly a soon to be porn star if the fans got their way and finally got to see the beast Robby was hiding. Robert headed back into his bedroom, it was actually Robby’s bedroom if anyone asked. The room Robert was meant to sleep in was barely furnished and nearly empty. He wasn’t going to buy two lots of stuff to furnish two bedroom. The only time anyone came over was when they wanted to ride Robby like a mechanical bull, they had no interest in Robert. Robby’s phone buzzed, a message on Insta. It was an offer, $500 for a snap of what was in Robby’s underwear right now. Robert looked down to his tighty-whities and the flat front. Nothing in there was worth $500. He replied back, send me the money and you’ll get your pic. The reply was instant, a very happy yes. Robert threw back his head and his body started to grow into black stud Robby. It was always more painful to turn into Robby so soon after another transformation. Within seconds Robby was back and the tighty-whities were screaming with the strain of Robby’s immense horselike cock and cum filled bull nuts. His phone buzzed again, a $500 deposit in his PayPal, with ‘sneak peak’ listed at the payment. Robby smirked, pulling open his underwear and snapping a pic of the coiled donkey dick within.
  12. Well here it is... the latest chapter. It's quite long, at just over 8700 words, so please enjoy, and let me know what you thought of it. It's quite a standalone chapter, but I think I pushed my creative juices further than ever. Chapters 1-5: HERE Chapter 6: HERE Chapter 7: The Junkyard At 5:17 a.m., when it seemed that all was quiet in the Fogle’s residence, the unthinkable happened. Aaron had been sleeping soundly, worn out after so much amazing sex, and wrapped up snugly in the strongest, most muscular arms. There was a loud crashing sound, a lot of disarray, splintering wood, shattering glass, fallen plaster and masonry, and buckling metal. Heavy weight sets and other training equipment — in fact everything in George’s bedroom — went crashing down into the warehouse below. Crates full of clothing merchandise absorbed much of the fall, but luckily Aaron suffered no injury whatsoever. George absorbed it all, and, of course, came out of it without a scratch. Dust hung almost statically in the air, as Drew — who’d been taking an early-morning shower at the time — bolted nakedly out of the cubicle in response to the startling and near-deafening racket. George’s bedroom — along with all of its contents — was no more; just a huge mess below. George came awake with a start and his first instinct was to make sure his little Aaron was okay. “I’m fine, George. But your room is history,” said Aaron, as his huge boyfriend carried him free of the rubble and outside to where the air was fresh and clean. It was just getting bright, but the warehouse street district was pretty much deserted; not even traffic was about yet. At least George’s nakedness and massive size wouldn’t be causing any early-morning car crashes. Drew joined them outside. He’d had time to put a bath-towel around his waist, although, why he bothered to do so made little sense. These men were beautiful and kind Narcissists; so amazing to look at, that it was an affront to Nature itself to see them clothed. Drew’s eyes nearly came out on stalks when he saw the size of his son. The damage to their home seemed unimportant for the moment. “It’s my fault, Dad. I grew so much last night. The floor couldn’t handle the extra weight.” George lowered his head in shame so that his chin pressed into the enormity of his upper pec-masses. “I’m his muscle muse, so this was to be expected. It’s my fault really,” said Aaron somewhat insistently. It didn’t occur to Aaron that his boss was seeing him naked. But all three were comfortable in their respective skins. “No one is to blame. We all want you to get huge, son. But, Aaron, you seem to be George’s best growth-trigger yet,” said Drew reassuringly. His son now towered over him; he had to be at least 7’ 5”. His weight in pounds couldn’t be gauged at this time, but if Drew were to hazard a guess, the number 1200+ seemed fitting. His ruefulness quickly brushed aside, George puffed himself up hugely and flexed for all present to see. His body was simply muscle personified; anatomically exaggerated with emphasis on beauty, strength and utter masculinity. Despite this, George wasn’t without his signature boyish charm that belied an innocence and wonder with regard to his ability to bodybuild without exerting any real effort. Aaron came out in an erection instantly, and even Drew had to concentrate on not getting aroused. That wouldn’t be ethical, and so far his role as a father hadn’t compromised this; nor would it ever. George crunched and leaned into a most muscular pose and his muscle gorged on all the freedom they had to engulf free space with their sheer volume. He squeezed and growled and wobbled his left upper thigh muscles ahead of the right leg, before snapping them into monstrous, diamond-hard relief. He made a sort of ‘mashed potato’ movement with his balled fists, which helped more blood to go to his biceps and forearms. He stuck out his tongue and squeezed his traps and neck muscles. Every muscle in his body obeyed his commands and bulged more and more. His size was phenomenal. Just when you thought he couldn’t blast out any more muscle, more arrived to put down permanent roots. New muscle fought muscle already present on his mammoth frame. To think, his muscles had to fight with one another simply to find room to exist. This jostling and pushing against one muscle with another made all of them bulge beyond reason. “Careful, son, you’ll have one fucker of a growth spurt if you’re not careful,” Drew advised. It continued to get brighter. A bloke on a moped chugged past, and his eyes formed the ‘deer caught in headlights’ look when so much exaggerated muscle scorched into his retinas. He almost steered the bike off the road and into a lamppost. “Sorry, guy. My son is a freakishly huge muscle monster, and he’s getting even bigger. Sorry about all the muscle and the nakedness,” Drew cried over to the unfortunate guy, who, luckily didn’t hurt himself and then biked on his way to wherever it was he was going (probably to a therapist after what he just saw). “We need to get off the street, guys. And George — son of my loins — we need to get abreast of what’s happened, and how to rectify it,” Drew advised. His towel-tent sprung off when his dick came up to full mast. Bashfully expressive, he hoped George didn’t get the wrong impression. Back in the kitchen, Aaron helped Drew to prepare breakfast for three; but mostly for George, whose appetite would clean them out of household provisions. “You’ll have to stay on ground level, George,” Drew advised. “The floor won’t take your weight. I’ll have to get the insurance company onto this. Are we even covered for this kind of residential damage?” His voice trailed off and he lost himself to thoughts of careful financial planning. Luckily things played out well enough. The Junkyard was only a ten minute walk away (far less if a super-powered bodybuilder happens to travel in superhuman leaps and bounds). It currently served as George’s personal gym, but it had a small staff of its own who lived on-site because they excelled in the engineering and mechanical arts and were employed by Drew to build and maintain the special equipment George needed to work-out his enormous muscles. Drew rang ahead and instructed the staff to set up temporary living quarters for George and Aaron, and also to ensure that all their needs were met. In the interim, Drew, hopefully, could sort out the damage to the loft and warehouse and not have to delay the grand opening of International Dude, which was just five days away. Once breakfast was out of the way, George felt energised. He felt like growing huge today, but still felt bad about causing so much damage. “Will you stop feeling that you are to blame for this?! I already told you I’m okay with this, son of mine. Now off you go to the Junkyard. If you go now, and take big leaps with Aaron, your nakedness won’t cause any accidents or mass faintings on the way. When I’ve got down here cleared out, I’ll send over some clothes for you both.” Drew was a great father. He was so understanding and easy to get along with. He loved his son so much, and loved, also, that he had found the right person with whom to share his life and love of bodybuilding/muscle-growth. “Okay dad. I love you,” and then to Aaron: “Time for us to fly. Here, leap into my huge muscular arms, and I’ll protect you as I carry you across town, little Aaron, my gorgeous muse.” George took Aaron onto his body; the little dude felt so light in his arms, and the extra girth and inches gained in body mass and height — thanks to last night’s sexy bedroom antics between the young lovers — made Aaron look child-sized next to him. “I’m like an action figure compared to you,” said Aaron as George began to lope down the street, building momentum prior to leaping. “Nah, you’re not like that at all. You’re exaggerating, darling. I’m about two feet taller than you are now, yes. But when I think about what you can now do with your dick thanks to the dew… wow… I felt tiny last night when you fucked the crap out of me,” said George with sweetness and sincerity. “Don’t you ever worry about becoming so huge that the media will turn against you and send the army after you, sinister stuff like that?” Why Aaron even broached this subject was beyond George. The massive bodybuilder leaped into the air and soared to 100 feet vertically before settling into a downward arc that would bring him to the roof of The Pulled Plum restaurant. He landed less than softly, but managed to spread his weight. A little plaster might loosen from the ceiling within, but nothing major. After his cement-shattering alarm call earlier that morning, the last thing he needed was to cause more damage to structures. “Well, if I start to turn green and throw tanks thousands of feet across the desert, then I guess I should worry. I’d really be a fugitive, then.” George grinned smugly. “Stop joking about it, George. I don’t want things to turn bad for us. We’re just beginning our lives together.” “And we’re gonna have amazing lives — you and me as one — completing each other, and… whew… the sex we’re gonna have…” George trailed off, not needing to finish that sentence. He grew an enormous boner, which Aaron was only too willing to kiss. He kissed and fondled it for over a minute. Both of them began to get very turned on. “No, not here, on the roof of Brett Hillard’s restaurant. This place reeks of his arrogance. The Junkyard is my domain. Another leap should get us there.” “Wait… before we go… doesn’t that guy Brett ever bother you at the Junkyard?” “Not so far. But I’m way bigger now. He’ll start to get wind of me eventually, provided he can be bothered to climb out of his own arse.” George swelled up to full height and buffness, then scooped his gorgeous, naked little boyfriend into his arms before leaping the rest of the distance to the strangest gymnasium around. He landed with a hefty THUMP! Clouds of dust were thrown into the air. Aaron coughed a little, and George hugged him tight and kissed him, then apologizing for the dust caused by his landing. Les, Arturo, and Fat Mick were there to tend to his every need. “Hey guys,” George said simply. All three men couldn’t believe how huge the bodybuilder had become, and in such a short space of time. George went on to introduce each of them to his boyfriend. “Guys this is Aaron. He just started working at the store. We also fell in love in a whirlwind. But that’s not a bad thing, right? My dad married my mother in Vegas after knowing her for all of five minutes. They stuck together for seven years, before she went lesbian and dad decided to stick to fucking guys. I turned out pretty well, right? So Aaron and me are in it for life. Pretty sure of that,” said George by way of needless exposition. “You don’t need to explain yourself, George… you massively-muscled hunk of hugeness,” said Les. He was an engineer by trade, and, like the others, was as gay as Christmas at RuPaul’s house. He extended a warm handshake to Aaron. “I’m Les… Les Fogle,” he said. “You’re related to George and his dad?” Aaron failed to see the likeness. “Uh-huh. Not by blood, though. I wish I had their blood running through my veins. Everytime I see this big galoot, he’s bigger than before,” said Les, quite a plain-looking fellow. He playfully whacked George on his massive forearm. Then he winced when he felt like he’d just slapped a concrete wall. “His mother married my uncle when Les was three. Uncle Pearce adopted him. We Fogles are good people,” George explained. Then Arturo introduced himself: “Hi Aaron, nice to meet you,” said the tall, slim latino. He wasn’t bad-looking, and looked harder and more streetwise than he actually was, given he had a degree in mechanical engineering. Perhaps he just acted hard to look hard. Who could say? Fat Mick was something of an unforgettable sight in his own right. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, like George, however, he was hugely overweight, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He wore nothing but a tank-top and jogger pants cut at the knees, but the top came nowhere near to covering his gigantic stomach. He was the youngest of the three, and the manager of the Junkyard. Les and Arturo’s expertises lay in building and maintaining the special equipment George needed to get the best pumps from his workouts. “Nice to meet you all,” said Aaron, no longer ashamed to be naked. In fact… “Hey guys, watch this,” said George, excitedly. He concentrated and caused viscous dew to run from his nipples. Aaron caught on immediately, and his newfound confidence bolstered much vigour from him. “Take of my teats, little Aaron,” George arousedly instructed his boyfriend. Les, Arturo and Fat Mick watched with bated breath. “Here? Now? In front of guys I just met?” Aaron was already erect, and although confident, he felt there was a time and a place for everything. “Why not? It’s a neat trick, right? Come on, sweetie… take some dew and grow for the guys. Besides, I’ve got a little surprise for you; well, maybe not so little.” The mischief in George’s eyes glinted like sunlight dancing across a seemingly-still lake. Now Aaron was curious. He wanted to know what this ‘little surprise’ consisted of. George was now so huge, that nothing he ever did now and in the future could be considered ‘little’. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to receive the first few droplets of sweet dew. And just like the night before, Aaron’s already impressively-sized junk exploded with girth, length, and volume. “Holy crap,” said Fat Mick, between bites of a burger he just happened to be holding. “Jeezus,” said Les and Arturo in unison. “Yeah isn’t it cool, you guys? My boyfriend’s dick is now twenty inches long, thanks to my amazing ‘pectoral punch’. He fucked the bollocks out of me last night. And to think, I’m a massive bodybuilder and got fucked raw by my gorgeous twink boyfriend.” George flexed his muscles hugely. Then his cock sprang upward and outward. Then, just for fun, the lovers began to play at fencing using their huge nobs as appropriate weaponry. When that was over, things got serious. “Right guys, how are things with the machinery?” George was anxious to try out his even bigger muscles and greater strength. He planned to leave here later feeling pumped and looking bigger than ever. “Well-maintained and calibrated, although you put the squat rack through the shit the other day when you overloaded the forklifts,” Arturo explained with little enthusiasm. “Forklifts?” Aaron looked perplexed. He knew enough from watching bodybuilding videos online that forklift trucks had nothing to do with squatting down and then pressing a barbell upwards over and over. George explained: “I’m too strong to use regular weights now. That’d be like a regular bodybuilder trying to grow using toothpicks with cheese cubes on each end. Arturo and Les do great work here with their design implementations. Forklifts on each side of specially reinforced bars, and each forklift can be loaded up with about two tonnes of weight.” “So where is all this special equipment?” Aaron’s dick began to return to its normal size when the effects of the dew wore off. Now that the dust had literally and figuratively settled, he was able to take in his surroundings at a glance. It was a junkyard, nothing more. High wrought-iron fencing surrounded an open area filled with row after row of old rusty cars, buses, farmyard equipment — even the broken fuselages of small planes — stacked one on top of the other. Some looked haphazardly placed and capable of toppling over at any moment. There was every make of vehicle here; of variegated hues long since faded and claimed by decay. Towering over everything was a crane with an attached magnet used to lift and move the car wrecks into position. There was also the obligatory compactor, used to turn old wrecks into serviceable cubes for metallic recycling. There were some cargo containers nearby, alongside two portacabins — the brains of the operation — and this was where Les, Arturo and Fat Mick spent much of their time. In the case of Fat Mick, he almost never walked about too much. He was 900 lbs of blubber, but he seemed happy enough. “We’ll show you shortly, sweetie. But first, you should head to the office. The guys have digs here. They’ll adapt them to our needs. But I want you to put something on for me… and also to phone your mother from the office phone. She might be worried about you,” said George. He was most considerate of his boyfriend’s needs and feelings. “Fuck, I’ve not thought about Ma since last night.” It was like the last couple of days had been a dream; anything outside of that dream no longer mattered. They headed for the office. The portacabin was big but cluttered. Three desks, each one with laptops, phones and various junk scattered across them made up the majority of features. There was shelving full of Lever Arch files along one wall, and a four-seater couch, water cooler and fridge full of beer and snacks (for Fat Mick) along another. The interior smelt of oil, sweat, and old cheese. Overhead fans provided adequate air conditioning, but there was also a wall-mounted unit, which wasn’t running at present. The doorway was large enough for a muscle-giant to enter. There was a door opposite to an adjoining portacabin and this was where the guys would work to adapt temporary living space for George and Aaron. “Now… take this,” said George to his boyfriend, tossing a very large jockstrap Aaron’s way. Aaron caught it. It smelt of George. He inhaled deeply, which caused another ten-inch boner to sprout upward. Fat Mick collapsed onto the sofa, which had been reinforced with concrete bricks, since he’d broken it several times. The hugely fat man took up the entire four places on the sofa. He reached under a fold of fat on his side and pulled out a large, cooked chicken leg, which he began stripping to the bone. Arturo instantly got hard. George explained to Aaron that Arturo and Fat Mick were a couple; one a superchub and the other a chaser. “Not all guys are into muscle, Aaron,” Arturo elaborated with a proud wink. “I like muscle, though,” said Les, forever wishing he had his step-cousin’s genetics. “Put on the jockstrap, darling,” George said, eagerly. He was already leaking more dew from his hugely overgrown nip-nubs. “Oh I get it. This is one of your old ones, yes? Prior to your last growth-spurt? You want me to wear it, because it won’t fit you anymore, but after I partake once again of your dew, I’ll explode into it and sport a massive fucking jock bulge?” Aaron’s excitement was almost palpable. “Yeah that’s it, little Aaron, dude. I know seeing you in EBFs makes me explode with size, but I think watching you strut about with a dew-grown hardon in one of my smelly old jockstraps — whilst I chug down a gallon of pre-workout shake — will really make me blow-up with even more muscle,” growled George. Les interjected: “Hold on, big guy. Getting back to the forklifts on the squat rack; you blew the hydraulics on one of them and cracked the mast assembly on the other. I only had four hours sleep last night ‘cos I had to drive to Aruga to get replacements. And then I had to get my brother Rulio to help me with the refits. They won’t take another beating, so go easy, eh?” “Heh heh, we didn’t get much sleep last night either, wink wink,” jested George, nodding his handsome head in Aaron’s direction. Aaron was wearing the jockstrap now, but he was lost in it. “Are you even listening to me, esé?” Arturo was annoyed now (he only ever called people ‘esé’ when he was annoyed with them, regardless of their ethnicity). George didn’t like to see any member of his ‘crew’ looking unhappy. It wasn’t his goal in life to upset people or make extra unnecessary work for them. “So basically what you’re saying is… I’m out-muscling the equipment faster than you can repair or upgrade it? Hmmm.” He grew quiet, somber in thought. “In short, yes. So maybe lay off the bench press, squat rack, leg press machines, but you should be fine on the cable array for bicep curls, tris, crossovers etcetera. You could even throw some shit together on the fly, just until I can reinforce the machines and get in enough replacement parts should you cause further breakages. Your dad mightn’t be okay with me asking for extensions to the budget. We’re barely turning a profit here running this place as a legitimate business whilst you use it as a playground for bodybuilding.” His face changed from pensive to apologetic. Despite that George was such a pleasant-natured and happy-go-lucky young man, Arturo didn’t want to bring out the inner beast of an already massively gigantic muscle-god. “I’m sorry for the hassle, Arturo. Truly. I’m just so eager to test my new strength, and get really pumped, is all,” said George. He looked a little upset. Aaron came over to him, holding a paper cup in one hand, and using the other hand to hold up the massively accommodating jockstrap he was trying to wear with pride. “Cheer up, my big loving muscle guy,” said Aaron, collecting into the cup the precious dick and balls elixir from George’s nuzzle-nubs. He went on: “I’ll drink this after I phone Ma. Didn’t you say you can weigh yourself here? Maybe do that first, then have your shake, and you can show me some feats of strength.” “Yeah, but don’t fucking break anything,” Fat Mick said as he spawled like a beached whale on the sofa whilst feeling beneath himself for a pizza slice he knew was there from the day before. Arturo produced a large bottle of moisturising lotion to keep his boyfriend’s fat folds from chafing. George decided he would enjoy knowing how much he weighed, so he muscle-waddled out of the office and outside and around to the weighing machine. It was adapted from a salvaged scale bought from a truck haulage company that went bust in the recession. George could stand on it and get an accurate weight. When he did, he jizzed with delight. But he caught as much of the spunk as he could; why waste free protein? The scale readout said: “1374”. He was even heavier than his dad thought upon seeing him earlier that morning. No wonder the floor of his bedroom collapsed. “That’s crazy,” he exclaimed gleefully. He decided it was too uneven a number to weigh, and so he resolved to get to at least 1400 before teatime. In the meantime Aaron appeared, having made his way out of the office and around to where the scale was. Aaron had once again imbibed his boyfriend’s dew and his boner and balls completely filled out the jockstrap. They looked absurdly huge, but George loved the way they bobbed to and fro when he walked. “Hey honey, how’s your mother?” “She’s okay. I filled her in on everything that’s happened since I met you,” George lovingly replied. “Did you tell her I’m a huge bodybuilder? Wait — scratch that — did you tell her I’m a GIGANTIC bodybuilder? Grrrrrrrr!” He made a playful most muscular, squeezing more power and gravity into his muscles. They bulged and popped crazily. “Errr… I think we’ll have to prepare her for that. Get her full of gin or something before you two meet. Anything to lessen the shock she’ll get when she sees you for the first time.” “Yeah, you’re probably right. No telling how much huger I’ll be before I get to meet my mother-in-law.” George popped a single biceps, causing a massive dome-capped column of super-hard, vein-popping muscle to erupt from his arm. The peak of the bicep cast a shadow over his fist as it rode higher and higher each time he flexed. Delighted by this, his dick pulsed huger and harder. He had to stroke it and caress it to help it grow. He had an idea to show off to his beautiful monstrously-hung twink boyfriend, seeing as he was forbidden to use most of the machines until Arturo and Les could galvanise them against his sheer brute strength. Aaron positively beamed with delight when George referred to Ma as ‘mother-in-law’. “Hey honey, grab that yardstick over there. I want you to measure my dick. It’s way bigger than yesterday,” George instructed. Aaron couldn’t wait to comply. George was getting more bossy and insistent as he got bigger, but it was in good nature, and nothing arrogantly put. Aaron carefully placed the measuring stick next to his beloved muscle-god’s huge, erect phallus. From end to end the yardstick was just slightly longer than the dick. “Wow… almost three feet long, George. No way that’s ever going up my arse,” wept Aaron, and he felt a mixture of sadness, amusement, and unbridled horniness. It was a strange mix of emotions, fraught with the knowledge that he would never feel his boyfriend’s dick inside him. “Why should it when I’m your eternal bottom bitch? I want your massive shlong skewering the fuck out of my bodybuilder bubble butt once I’m done with showing off my incredible strength. I’m gonna be bigger and stronger an hour or so from now. Then you’re going to run me through with your passion pole.” George’s determination to grow and get stronger for his boyfriend was contagious. Aaron’s dick and balls grew tighter, stretching the lycra jockstrap thinner. “Fuck yeah, honey. Then you’d better start hefting some weight. But try to respect the guys here and not break anything.” “Yeah, you’re right, big dicked Aaron, sweetie. Oh I love you so much. I shouldn’t make things difficult for the guys, even if Fat Mick sits and eats most of the time. But we go back a long ways, since we were kids. And Les is family.” “Your dick looks like it could be as thick as mine is long. For your first show of strength, I think you should show me what your dick can do, apart from showering me in your superman-spunk. Maybe we can find something around the Junkyard to thread onto your dick,” Aaron suggested. He looked all about. There were a trio of iron girders leaning against part of the perimeter fence. They didn’t seem to be up to much. “How much do you think one of them weighs,” Aaron asked musingly. “That’s easy… about 650 each. They’re about eight inches thick,” George excitedly replied. He heaved and hulked up his muscle tits just for fun. They completely took up his lower peripheral vision; a sea of pectorals which showed no signs of calming. His nips oozed dew which hung ropily beyond his ten-pack abs, whilst precum squirted from his upwardly-curved monstrous erection and coated every inch of the bulbous head and veiny shaft. His feet and thighs were sodden with it. Just for fun he rubbed much of his fluids into the parts of him he could still reach. He reeked of massive manly muscle-development. And he was still developing. He was living, breathing muscle-sex. “Think you can bend them into cock rings?” Aaron wiggled his eyebrows expectantly whilst licking his lips. His twenty-incher remained as rigid as ever. He drank more dew and licked precum off his boyfriend’s muscles in order to maintain his miraculous erection. “Fuck yeah. Eight inches thick each, about six feet in length. I know what to rework them into, and it’ll weigh almost a tonne. On my dick. On my monstrous bodybuilder’s muscle dick.” George first collected enough precum and dew to fill a five gallon bucket. He drank it like a muscle-shake and then gave some to Aaron, not to drink but to coat himself with. “I like how my musky smell mixes with yours, and it’s the best cologne a guy can wear. Now let me pick you up so I can kiss the man I love and lick my juice right out of your hole.” Aaron couldn’t wait to oblige. George picked him up and kissed him long and hard; their tongues played with and explored each other’s oral cavities. Then George flipped him around and thrust his tongue deep into Aaron’s delicious hole. “Oh man, that feels… gasp… incredible!” Aaron was almost tripping with rapturous bliss. “This is just to energise me… not that I need it. But it’s fun, and I love you, darling.” “Hmm… tastes nice, but I need to swallow your come,” insisted George, flipping Aaron around again so that he could start sucking him off. He loved the feeling of his tiny boyfriend’s gigantic cock completely stuffing his mouth and causing the gag reflex to fire at the back of his throat. He sucked and sucked, whilst weightless Aaron bucked and convulsed in his loving grasp. Aaron threw his head back and shrieked with bliss. He’d only come inside his enormous man just a few short hours ago, but be damned if George Fogle couldn’t get his fella to come on command. “Fill me...gulp… with your fuck juice...glub...glarrrgggg…” Aaron shot into George’s mouth, projecting jets of salty cream down his throat. George drank hungrily, for he could never get enough of Aaron’s spunk, and he planned to drink hundreds of liters of it, if not thousands, across future time. Dew now squirted from his muscle-nubs with reckless abandon, and precum poured out of his dick, completely soaking the ground where he stood. No one cared about the mess. It took all of three minutes for Aaron to completely drain his melon-sized gonads of their seed. He expected a massive muscle-growth spurt from George, however, he still looked the same. But he didn’t feel the same. “I feel stronger, sweetie. I’ll make those girders twist like tinfoil,” George vowed. He muscle-strutted over to the girders and picked up the first one like it weighed no more than a paper straw. “So fuckin’ strong,” he boasted, trying not to sound at all like Brett Hillard. The metal groaned with fatigue and was soon hot in George’s grasp. The gigantic bodybuilder’s hands gripped it so hard that his fingers sank into the iron as though it were putty. “This is too easy.” He kneaded and reshaped the metal until he could easily coil it around his schlong. It was hot, but not enough to burn. He repeated these actions two more times until a metal coil made of reworked iron encapsulated the shaft of his penis, leaving free only a huge purple bulb glistening with precum. “Hardest part of that was doing it by touch alone, ‘cos my massive muscle-tits block my view. Almost a tonne of iron surrounding my dick, and still you can see the head. Plus it weighs like fucking nothing at all. Wow. Check this out,” said George. And he flexed and tensed his body so much, his muscles bulged with even more insane size and power. He growled and screamed as he heaved out a skin-tightening most muscular pose that created never-before-seen vascularity from a bodybuilder. “I AM A BODYBUILDER!!!! I AM A FUCKING BODYBUILDER WITH A FUCKING TONNE OF IRON ON HIS FUCKING MONSTER DICK!!! NOW WATCH THIS BODYBUILDER’S MONSTER DICK BLAST FREE OF ITS IRON SHACKLES!!!!!!” The Junkyard trembled from the sound of George’s mighty roar. Les and Arturo came rushing out — with Fat Mick waddling and panting in third place — to see what all the commotion was about. They arrived just in time to see the biggest bodybuilder they’d ever seen destroy almost one tonne of iron with only his dick. Sheer concentration of will caused sweat to bead on his forehead and drip down from his temples. Veins popped out all over him and some minor blood vessels actually burst from his arms and neck, creating blisters of blood beneath the skin. He gritted his teeth and tried not to swallow his tongue and he concentrated every last iota of strength he had into one area of his body. George’s dick was getting bigger; thicker and longer. It’s iron prison could only hold it for so long, but it was losing the fight. George was getting stronger… much stronger. He was obsessed with the feeling. The iron softened as it heated up, groaning with more and more metal fatigue as incredible pressure from within the coils forced them to deform and reshape. Seconds later metal was blasted in all directions; luckily missing everyone that wasn’t superpowered. George’s dick had not only supported colossal weight on its own, but it made a tonne of metal behave like confetti. George was on a roll. He spied a stack of gigantic tyres next to the magnetic crane. “Where’d they come from,” he growled. “Oh those… they’re not for vehicular use. Used for promotional purposes for auto shows. Can’t remember how or why they ended up here,” Fat Mick explained. It had been ten minutes since his last meal. Fortunately his boyfriend Arturo was on hand to top him up with a milkshake made of melted Mars bars, full fat cream and marshmallows. “How heavy are they?” George snorted with anticipation. His muscles heaved. They wanted to grow and get stronger, as if they needed his permission to do so. “I’d say about 500 or so. Can’t really be sure,” said Fat Mick, chugging down the shake for fear he’d become skin and bone if he didn’t constantly feed. “And the inner area diameter? How much is that?” “Erm… about six feet? Maybe a little more.” “Okay. Now watch this,” said George, and he stomped over to the tyres. He lifted the first one up effortlessly, but it was a struggle to get it over his head because he was now made up of just so much muscle; it was like how regular bodybuilders can sometimes struggle getting in and out of tight muscle shirts. His ‘entourage’ watched on, open-mouthed and mentally ‘Oohing’ with wonder. “Won’t let me near the machines, eh Les and Arturo?” George growled as he maneuvered the tyre so that its inner circumference now snugly clung around his upper body. He was now inside the tyre, but not for long. “Don’t want me breaking anything, eh Fat Mick?” George began to apply a little strain to the encapsulating mass of circular rubber set in a reinforcing mesh of steel. The fat man stopped chewing on the corndog he was eating after downing his milkshake. George had his undivided attention. He was speechless. “Well you’re already down three girders. Now watch this!” George flexed his upper body so that it began to swell. He barked commands to every last one of his muscle fibers to stand up and be counted. He mentally pictured each muscle fiber growing its own set of genitalia and using them to fuck the fiber next to it, resulting in the two splitting apart and producing ‘offspring’. His fibers procreated at an alarming rate in his mind; and in so visualizing this, the muscle tissue of his body responded with interest. He grew too big for the tyre. The tyre began to scream in defiance of this most unsavoury of invasions. 500 lbs of rubber and steel were blasted apart as George Fogle went from insanely huge bodybuilder to… utterly fucking G-I-N-O-R-M-O-U-S!!!!!! His arms shot up into a massive double biceps as new size made his head look like a softball next to medicine ball-sized globular masses infused with flesh and skin-splitting veins and striations. His lats widened and gained more mass than ever, effectively becoming twice as wide and space-guzzling as before. If one tyre couldn’t contain his might, what if he tried it again with three? “The rest of the tyres; they’re lined with steel, right?” “Yuh-yeah,” said Arturo, completely blown away by George’s further increase in size. Arturo normally went for superchubs, but his suddenly erect dick couldn’t help but make allowances for the muscle giant. “Then get up into the crane and crank it up. Use the magnet to pick up the rest of those fucking huge tyres and drop them over me one by one. I don’t even know if they’ll fit over me, now… but we’ll see...GRRRRRR!!!” The beast had emerged from within George. Should Aaron be scared? Right now all he felt was undiluted primal arousal. He didn’t want the feeling to end. This time the effects of dew seemed to last longer, and his twenty-incher was still proudly flying at full mast, filling out a jockstrap sodden with pungent precum. Arturo wasted no time climbing up and into the crane. Within moments he was swinging the mighty magnet towards the tyres, pleased when the first one connected with the magnet flat-side. George — his arms as close to his sides was his massively bloated lats would permit — stood rigidly below the payload. When Arturo was happy he’d aligned the tyre perfectly with the muscle-god, he deactivated the magnetic pull, and gravity took the tyre briefly in its less than tender caress. The tyre dropped squarely (or rather roundly) down and around George, but it became wedged at chest level. “How come it fits like the last one? I’m bigger now. What gives?” “I think the tyres aren’t all the same size. Different promotions equal different sizes. That one looks bigger and heavier than the last one,” said Fat Mick through trembling lips of absolute blubber. The massively obese manager wasn’t sure if the tyres were of different girths and weights; he simply said that in the hope it would stop George from totally losing his temper and turning to the ‘dark side’ forever. Everyone present were getting scared of how suddenly demanding the giant bodybuilder had become. Even Aaron was a little taken aback by his boyfriend’s sudden and uncharacteristic burst of arrogance. He just about managed to maintain his enormous stiffy. George seemed satisfied. He used dew from his nipples to create a lube, of sorts, which helped him to work the tyre further down. It was a tight squeeze but he just about managed to get it down to his waist, his balled fists now wedged in tightly, too. “Drop the next tyre,” he commanded Arturo who wasted no time getting the crane’s magnet to pick up another tyre. This went on one more time until the giant bodybuilder was completely encased in a stack of enormous tyres. For exactly three minutes, thirty-six seconds, nothing happened. There wasn’t a peep from George. “Maybe he can’t breathe in there,” Les worriedly whispered to Fat Mick. Arturo was now out of the crane and back with his workmates and boyfriend. “Guys… shouldn’t we have come up with a safe word or something?” Aaron was visibly worried. His dew hardon was wearing off and his jock looked like a hot air balloon slowly deflating and losing volume. Then he cried out to his tyre-cocooned boyfriend. “George… are you… okay?” Silence answered his inquiry. Another minute passed. The ground began to tremble, beginning as a low rumble, but it soon gained intensity until it seemed like an earthquake was about to happen. “Shit… we need to get out of here… NOW!” Arturo was the first out of there, suddenly forgetting he had a super-fat boyfriend who would struggle to make fast an escape. Les was also fleeing, as self-preservation became the order of the day. Only Aaron remained, concerned for his monstrously huge boyfriend. They’d only known each other a couple of days, but it felt so much longer, and they’d shared every part of themselves in every way so far conceivable by them, but in the shortest of times. Wasn’t that in itself a definition of true love? Or was a fleeting dream about to become a lingering nightmare? Maybe it was a trick of the light, or something brought on by the delirium of rising panic; but it seemed to Aaron that the tyre cocoon was re-shaping itself; becoming more… man-like? The more Aaron stared, the more it seemed like tremendos energies from within were not only stretching the tyres, but also softening the rubber and steel mesh. His nostrils could definitely smell rubber in the air; not burning intensity, but definitely recognizable as building to such. George was growing bigger and stronger, and his rubber prison couldn’t contain such might. With his mightiest roar yet, he tore apart the tyres using the power of flexing alone. And when he emerged… “OHMYGOD!!!!” Aaron wailed, his hardon returning as dew and spunk and rage and lust for muscle-growth squirted forth, seemingly from every orifice and pore on George’s phenomenal anatomy. It rained down on Aaron and he lapped up as much as he could; he bathed in it and revelled in its lust-engorging properties. His cock and balls exploded with even greater size and weight and the sodden jockstrap flew apart when his most monstrous dick yet demanded freedom. “Aw fuck…. I’M FUCKING HUGE. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF ME, LITTLE AARON, DUDE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” George hulked and flexed and squeezed more size and power from his muscles. He grew heavier, taller, wider… ultimately larger in every way. And the spunk that gushed from his dick slit seemed without end. Likewise Aaron gushed, and their fluids met and pooled. The massive George threw himself upon the pool and when he hit the ground, the impact caused a mini-earthquake. Stacks of mummified vehicles toppled to the ground and the great magnet-wielding crane arm groaned and buckled out of shape before collapsing like a felled mythical beast. Parked cars outside of the Junkyard let wail with their alarms in a caterwaul chorus of discord, and fire hydrants erupted into geysers. “That’s it. He’s out of control. I’m calling his father,” said Fat Mick when he’d puffed and panted his way back to the untidy office. It was impressive that he was still able to get about at 900 pounds, for now anyway. Arturo stopped him mid-dial. “And what can Drew do next to… to… that?” Arturo shakily pointed a finger back in the direction of George the ever-increasing giant. “Yeah, we need to do this properly, and now… before he goes all Cloverfield on our asses,” Les said, family loyalty now replaced by an unsettling feeling of dread rising up from within. “Wait… he’s on a muscle-rush right now. Forget the machines we made for him. He’s way beyond what we’ll ever be able to create for him mechanically,” said Arturo. He pressed his own head for a solution. Then it came to him. “We get him into the compactor. Trick him into using it to get the ultimate muscle pump. That thing can generate over 150 tonnes of pressure. There’s no way George — even at the size he is now — is resisting that.” “Wait… hold on… you’re suggesting we… end his ass?” It wasn’t that long ago since little Les would have sleepovers at his step-cousin’s house and tell ghost stories under the covers (later looking at gay porn magazines George would swipe from his father’s study). Now he was becoming a major participant in ‘giganticide’. “He’s out of control. If he leaves this place he could go on the rampage and people might get hurt. We have no choice. Besides, he’s not even human anymore, I don’t think.” Arturo’s mind was made up. Fat Mick nodded his consent, and Les, deflated, was also in. “Les go outside and encourage George to step into the compactor. The Incredible Hulk did it in the TV show in the 70s. Tell him we modified it to take the place of some of the machines. He can do squats in it. He’ll push against it, and it’ll seem like he’s resisting, but we’ll be operating it remotely from in here, where we’re relatively safe. He won’t be able to fight it at full power. Then it’ll be over.” George completely fell for it. Hungry with muscle-lust he wanted to feel the ultimate pump, but so far tyres and girders just didn’t do it for him. “So if you just step into the compactor over there, Cuz, we’ll give you a pump you’ll never forget,” Les outlined to the giant. Aaron exchanged troubled glances between George and Les. Something didn’t feel right. “Great… sounds like a plan, little Les. Wow you two are so small to me, now. Aaron, will your even bigger super-sized dick be able to do it for me now? Look at the size of me. I could crush that Hillard freak like a bug.” Aaron didn’t like what the Junkyard had made George become. The day wasn’t supposed to go like this. George had changed, not just physically; but his complete persona had been altered. But he happily ‘earthquaked’ his way over and into the capacious compacting machine designed to turn trucks into Rubik Cubes. “Pure Hulk power!” George gruffly declared as he positioned himself on the bed of the compactor and pressed his huge palms against the overhead crushing plate. The distance between the bed and the crushing plate was about ten feet. “Feels a little snug in here, but I’m a growing boy, heh heh!” Les signalled back to the office so that Arturo could fire up the machine. Aaron watched, his face ashen, too terrified to move or even to speak. The machine whined into hydraulic life and George began to apply pressure as powerful oil-filled mechanisms came into play and began to exert conflicting force. Metal and muscle collided in trauma and scorn, neither one gaining over the other, at first. “Increase the pressure twenty-five percent,” Fat Mick said to Arturo. The compactor roared more powerfully, squealing and grinding, and pushing greater and greater downward force. George pushed upward, his body bulging with more and more muscle as he transformed into an even huger bodybuilding leviathan strong enough to bring down Mount Olympus with his bare hands. So if he could do that to a fabled mountain paradise worthy only of gods, then what could he do to a commonplace car crusher? The answer was an easy one… HE ANNIHILATED IT! “I’m getting…. HUGE! GROWING BIGGER AND BIGGER. METAL NO MATCH FOR MUSCLES!!!” He really had become a Hulk now, one of the most monstrous of Hulks. Aaron felt like he was shrinking before the spectacle of seeing his boyfriend transform into the biggest, strongest, most muscular entity on the planet. “Increase pressure to fifty-eight percent,” Fat Mick frantically insisted. Metal screamed against the onslaught of muscle it fought to contain. Sweat, spunk, tears, and dew all gushed from the George Hulk at once. Would dehydration cause him to buckle and wane beneath the awesome forces that fought so steadfastly and without will of their own to crush the life out of a man who had now become lost in a vast rolling ocean created by his own ever-growing muscle-bod? Tiny Aaron Cruikshank now felt ashamed of his nakedness as he stood inside the dropped soiled remnants of a jockstrap which no longer fitted. To add to the soil and ruin, fresh urine — induced by fright — ran down his leg and steamed languidly at his feet. Tears rolled down his face as he watched the man he loved — no, thought he loved — transform into a bigger and bigger mass of muscle exaggerated beyond belief as his increasing strength began to make mincemeat of the crusher intended to be his tomb. “Give it full throttle. He’s resisting, Arturo. It’s all or nothing. Overload the fucking thing if you have to,” a much panicked Fat Mick squealed. “He’s too strong. Jeezus… he’s growing even bigger. We’re fucked. We’re all fucking dead!” Arturo also wet himself. It was over. Back outside, the compactor gave up its ghost and came apart in a dramatic outburst of fatigued metal, scorching entrails and smoking disarray. George wrecked it as though it were tissue paper. He stepped out of the tangled remains and stared down at the tiny speck that Aaron now seemed to him. His minute boyfriend barely drew level with his kneecap. It was difficult to make him out because he had to stand far enough away for his view not to be obscured by his monstrous pecs. George said nothing; there was nothing to say. He’d grown beyond anything he could have imagined. He’d left humanity behind, for people were now rodents to him; soon to be bugs, or even dust motes in the air. He could barely make out Aaron from this perspective, so he hunkered down to scoop him up with one massive mitt. As the dark shadow of the approaching giant hand descended towards little Aaron, finally he broke petrification and managed to scream. He screamed and screamed, but George paid it no notice. The hand came for him. It closed around him. It crushed him. *** The next thing Aaron knew was his beautiful boyfriend rousing him awake. “Morning gorgeous. Sleep well? I hope not. So much amazing sex meant we didn’t get much sleep, heh heh.” George rolled onto his enormous back and took Aaron up onto his massive midsection. He playfully bounced his pecs to get the cute sleepyhead to snap fully awake. “What? Whaaaat? But you… you….” Aaron was lost for words. “I think you had a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up, but they say it’s bad to do that to someone. And you were rambling, too. You mentioned a name… Arturo? He’s not a secret boyfriend I should be concerned about, is he?” George feigned an expression of jealousy and suspicion. “Oh… it was a dream. Oh George, it was awful… you… you… grew so…” Aaron couldn’t get the words out. “Well growing is the plan, little Aaron, dude. Want to have some sex before brekky? Dad has a lot on for us today, but there’ll still be time to show you around the Junkyard. You’ll love Debs and Anna and what they’ve done to make me my own special gym.” George beamed with delight. He flexed his biceps in bed and then hugged his boyfriend tight. He loved him so much. Okay, it’d only be a couple of days, but he knew Aaron — his muscle muse — was the only guy he’d ever love. “Um… is there a car compactor machine there?” “Uh, strange question, but I’ll allow it, sweetie. Er… yeah, but it’s a rust bucket. Hasn’t worked in years. Debs wants to strip it down to make it into machines to help with my bodybuilding, but Anna thinks it’s part of local heritage and should be preserved. Honestly I love them both, but I don’t know how those two have stayed together as long as they have. They never agree on anything.” Aaron was white as a sheet. Unstandable after a nightmare. “Um… can we leave the Junkyard for the time being? I sort of have a phobia about places like that.” Aaron’s tone was almost pleading. George studied him for a moment. Then he lightly touched his face and kissed him lovingly. “Okay, sweetie. It’s fine. I don’t care what we do, as long as we always do it together.” Aaron smiled shakily and then allowed his huge boyfriend to hug him firmly but tenderly. “Do me a favour, George,” Aaron said softly within his boyfriend’s embrace. “Just name it, honey,” said George smiling and showing off his cute, boyish dimples. “Please don’t get… too big. That’s all.” They hugged quietly for a little longer after that. During that time nothing more was said. There was just the closeness of two people in love, and the quiet trembling love can sometimes arouse. More soon...
  13. Eric flicked through his phone, it was Saturday night and his best buddy Tom was being uncharacteristically quiet. Normally this time of night on a Saturday Tom would be blasting Eric’s phone through ever app available ordering Eric to get onto Steam or onto his PS4 and start playing with Tom. The two would stay up till the early hours of Sunday before collapsing from exhaustion with sore thumbs and strained eyes. But Tom was being quiet. Eric sent Tom another simple text. He’d move on from the normal ‘hey’ to a ‘are you alright’, but still Tom wasn’t responding. Eric flicked over to another app, again Tom hadn’t responded, the same for every single app. That was when Eric started to notice something odd. Tom’s user name had changed, n00bslayer12 had been Tom’s internet name for years. He’d been super proud he’d been able to get such an internet meme name. Now though the name was b00bslayer12.5. First off, Tom was as near to asexual as a boy could get. Eric had never even heard Tom talk about girls, let along boobs. He was a greasy, fat and short gamer boy. A photo of Tom could be used on the wiki page for virgin and nerd, no one would have any complaints. Eric flicked back over to his text messages, now he could see that Tom had read this messages. He was able to quickly fire off another message when he noticed the profile pic for Tom’s contact on Eric’s phone had changed. Instead of Tom’s fat face stuffed into a batman mask it showed a sweaty muscled man shirtless and snapping a selfie while he brushed his long hair out of his face. Eric clicked onto the pic to get a better look. The man was lightly tattooed, mostly around his wrists and muscled upper arms, a coupled tattoos adorned his wide lats and the curve at the side of his heavy sweaty pecs. The hunk looked to be wrapped in a towel, it hanging low on his toned hips. A stubbled jaw and juicy lips were just visible behind a powerfully veined forearm. Eric clicked out of it and began to write a new message to Tom, but Tom replied. ‘New phne whoo dis’ It was misspelled and lacking any grammar, which for Tom was very strange. Normally Tom was perfectly articulate in his text messaging, even when he was swearing at Eric for not getting onto Steam fast enough. ‘Eric’ he replied back There was a wait for a few seconds. ‘ohhhhh Eric’ ‘sorry bro, dont have you on did phne’ Again with the mispelling, but what did Tom mean he didn’t have Eric on his phone. He was probably the only contact Tom had on his phone besides his parents. ‘What the hell you talking about’ he shot back Tom replied ‘calm the fuck down’ ‘got new phne’ ‘just didnt send you contact over’ Eric signed and replied ‘Ok, so we gaming tonight’ ‘Also why is your profile some shirtless dude’ Tom didn’t respond for a few minutes, but when he did he sent over a bunch of photos. It showed Tom’s room, with the unmade bed, the gaming posters, the dirty plates and dirty clothes. But Tom was present instead was the hunky guy from the photo, just he was wearing Tom’s clothes. The food stained God of War t-shirt was straining over the hunk’s pec shelf and the sleeves tearing around the thick shoulders. Another picture showed two to three girls in the unmade bed. The three half dressed and all of them looking exhausted. Eric recognised them as Tom’s neighbours girlfriends. The three boys next door always bullied Tom and even Eric when Eric was around Tom’s house. The three college age jocks just couldn’t let nerdy Tom be. ‘sorry bro no gaming’ ‘got my hands full’ Eric hurried a reply ‘what the fuck, that guy is you, what the fuckhappened, what the fuckare you doing with those girsl’ Eric’s spelling and grammar was failing him. Tom replied ‘Losing my v-card, losing it a lot today’ ‘Man wish I could explain’ ‘all this jus happened’ ‘i wish I could of brought you along for the ride’ Eric was confused, but while Tom sent these texts he checked social media. Tom was on all of them, and very active when he hadn’t been before. He was popular with thousands of followers, his Instagram filled with photos of the tall broad hunk, countless different girls appearing throughout. Tom was now a stud. Eric replied ‘Why can’t you’ Tom sent a shrugging emoji. ‘only room for one bro’ ‘dont worry, ill come over later’ Suddenly a picture of an enormous battering ram cock popped up on the messages. The head jaw-breakingly fat and the girth even fatter. At the shaved base was a tattoo. 12.5. It was Tom’s internet alias. ‘I have this urge to fuck your throat’ ‘no clue why’ A thumbs up emoji came through and Eric could only gulp in fear.
  14. Anonymous Asked: Your stories are awesome! My girlfriend always tells me that I am unable to satisfy her sexual needs because of my small stature and tiny dick. Please help me making he happy. And maybe our sexy neighbor too. You’ll never have any complaints from anyone you fuck every again. Nothing on you is small, if anything you’re almost too big. Size queens are your best friend now, your double digit monster has seen to that. The bed shaking, wall pounding, toe curling fucks you dish out to your girl and any other girl you can get ahold of are legendary. No one is unsatisfied, if anything they are satisfied into delirium. Your neighbor originally came to complain about the noise, then found herself giving into your charms and letting you fuck her senseless on the hallway floor. You’re dominating too, your girl didn’t even complain when you moved in your other fuck toys, thats just how constant your authority is. It comes with the territory of being a door ducking muscle man with a horse sized cock and bull sized sexual appetite. Anonymous Asked: I thought of my dream wish for if i ever found a genie in a lamp "I wish EVERYONE was more muscular than me" i think that would be a fun world to live in. Well….. it all matters how the wish is made. Because if you are a runt, then everyone is already bigger than you. But I’m going to assume that you are a slightly above average build, say you go jogging, you eat healthy and you go to the gym 4 times a week. You’ll be watching something on tv when it happens, like a swimming champion. You wouldn’t notice it at first, not like you’re paying that much attention to the crowd. It’ll be the speedo clad swimmers who you’d notice. They already have near perfect bodies and then they’d start to suddenly swell up, chests broadening, arms thickening, thighs widening. I’m sure you’ll be very interested in the swimming after that, though you’d probably not notice the sudden drop in their times, I mean swimmers, runners and other athletes suddenly being at least 30 lbs heavier would really effect their times. World records would drop….. You’d probably not notice that your clothes are now all considered Extra Small size…… I can’t image how big the XXL guys are.
  15. It was the fifth time today that Kyle was on his back with his boyfriends Freddy bouncing up and down his goliath slab of dick meat. Kyle’s thickly built arm rested behind his head as he smiled with satisfaction. Freddy’s small slender hands running through the manly pelt of chest hair that decorated Kyle’s slab like pecs. Kyle was a very large man in every way possible. His wide feet hung off the end of the metal frame king sized bed and the mattress slumped under Kyle’s muscled bulk. Freddy was another story, he was small, barely breaking 5’7 and lightly muscled with lean but durable muscle, his black hair was matted from the sweat of riding Kyle’s meat all day and his pale skin flushed from the effort. He was just how Kyle liked him, just as Kyle designed him. A few days ago the couple had been different, they both been average gay guys, both living in a shitty apartment and not the lavish property they lived in now. Everything had changed when Kyle got ahold of the Chronivac, not that Freddy knew that anything was different. For Freddy he’d always been short cock hungry power bottom, he’d always loved riding massive thick dicks and slamming his plump bubble down meaty sclongs. Kyle was a top, a complete top, but until the Chronivac he’d had to be a versatile as he didn’t fit the mould for a top at all. His cock had been small, not the ass destroying 11 inch monster he know had pillaging his boyfriends meaty glutes. Freddy had been happy being versatile, but Kyle was a selfish lover. He hated having to let his boyfriends fuck his ass, so when he got ahold of the Chronivac he corrected their relationship. Now he was the complete power top, the dominator, and Freddy was the bottom, the cute little cum slut. Kyle’s big hands swung out and slammed Freddy down his cock one more time, his deep voice roaring as his bull nuts emptied another virile load into Freddy’s guts. The smaller guys tiny cock shot a sliver of cum onto Kyle’s hairy six pack abs. The boyfriends wallowed in the after glow of their sex for a few moments. Freddy near to exhaustion as Kyle’s softening cock popped out his abused ass. But the rest didn’t last long. “Get me a beer will you babe” Kyle ordered, giving Freddy’s ass a slap as he pushed his little boyfriends out of bed Freddy didn't respond, he just rubbed the red handprint on his ass and bounced out of the room. Kyle smirked and lay back in bed, bouncing his pecs and smiling up at the reflection in the mirrored ceiling. While cleaning it would be a bitch, he still thought the mirror ceiling was a good idea, not that he did any cleaning. Maybe he should create a cleaner to save Freddy some chores, a cute little hispanic boy, another willing ass to fuck. Kyle liked that idea, his heavy feet stomping as he got out of bed to get the Chronivac, he knew he’d left it out in the living room. He’d made Freddy super horny so he’d be happy to let Kyle fuck him before the orgy of sex between the two started, so it must still be opened and logged in. The floor boards creaked as Kyle walked across the room, he’d remove that creaking with the Chronivac, another thing added to the list. As he came to the door, already hunching his bowling ball shoulders so he could fit through it he saw little Freddy. Freddy had put on some underwear, his ass filling out the black boxers. He was on the sofa, barely taking up any space. He was busy typing on Kyle’s laptop, the screen open onto the Chronivac. The heavy click of the enter key echoed around Kyle as his power bottom boyfriends changed reality. A wave of exhaustion washed over Kyle, his legs went slack and he fell against the side of the open doorway. Vertigo swept over him, the ceiling rushing away from him as his towering 6’8 height plunged towards the 5’4 mark. His muscled evaporated, skinny legs and arms and a boney torso replaced the sculptured muscle. Kyle rich body hair fell away, falling into dust as his dropped off his body. The sharp strong plains of his face cracked into a weaker, boyish form. Kyle took a few uneasy steps on his tiny feet, the heavy loud slapping of his immense cock rang out. Kyle’s eyes fell down to his crotch. Hanging between his skinny thighs was a monster, even though he was smaller he could tell it bigger. The length was surreal, the thickness jaw breaking, the head looked like it would knock down a set of castle doors. Kyle’s cum laden nuts forced the soft meat to swing outwards, his balls bloated beyond human, like two furry oranges. A thick rope of pre-cum hung off his piss slit, almost dragging along the floor. Kyle’s felt weak and used. His flat boney ass, his pelvis and his legs were all sore, like he been ridden by an elephant. Kyle’d heard a deep chuckle and looked up from his beastly cock to where little Freddy had been playing with the Chronivac. Freddy was still laying on the sofa, still typing away on the Chronivac, but he wasn’t little anymore. He filled the entire sofa, his entire body thickly muscled with bulk and size. The black boxers now fighting a losing battle against solid muscled thighs and a bubble butt bloated bigger with muscle. Kyle’s massive cock twitched as he stared at the two globes of Freddy’s ass. His eyes moved up Freddy’s enhanced form. His boyfriends torso was wider, a thick chest rested against the sofa cushions and meaty arms flexed as he tapped away on the laptop. Freddy looked amazing, his skin lightly tanned and his pitch black hair tousled. He didn’t looked like he’s just fucked five times. Kyle thought knew he looked like his massive power bottoms boyfriends has drained him of as much cum as possible. Freddy closed the laptop and moved off the sofa. He was taller, Kyle’s eyes now coming to the top row of Freddy’s six pack. Freddy smiled down at Kyle, but there was an evil glint in his eye and Freddy without a word snapped the screen off the laptop. “No” Kyle shouted, he jumped to stop Freddy, but he was so weak and his cock so heavy he barely lifted off the ground Freddy tossed the two parts of the laptop to either sides of the room. “Don’t know why you are complaining, you wanted a bottom power and I want a top” Freddy explained, but Kyle noticed Freddy left out the word ‘power’ to describe Kyle He continued “So now you can lay back and let me milk that horse cock for all its worth” Freddy smiled “Which should be maybe a dozen more times” Kyle could feel himself getting weaker as all the blood rushed to his donkey dick, the thought of slamming his meat between the thick cheeks of Freddy’s ass getting him hard. Freddy passed Kyle dropping his black boxers to his feet and slapping Kyle’s boney ass. “Come on cum machine I want to ride you a few more time before you have to go to work” Freddy said “Maybe a good eight times.. I should be satisfied after that, till you come home of course" Kyle then had the horrible realisation, Freddy still thought it that Kyle’s opinion on how their relationship should be was correct. Kyle was the breadwinner and the man in the relationship, and Freddy would stay at home and ride Kyle’s cock as his only job. But now Freddy was the big strong man and Kyle’s was literally an extension of his immense cock and balls. Freddy was also still super horny and cock hungry. “What the fuck you waiting for runt” Freddy shouted, he was already on the bed and waiting for Kyle’s cock Kyle gulped, he didn’t think he’d survive a single night as the living dildo for the super bottom Freddy.
  16. Pete was a student, he was doing sociology and was currently doing a paper on how various people are treated on dating apps. He’d set up a bunch of different profiles, using donated images from other male friends and students. The profiles for each were identical, very normal and very plain. Each profile was named the same, Darren, and each profile spoke of a love for movies, football and cooking. Some were already successful, some had already been offered meet-ups. One in particular was doing very well, but for Pete did not remember setting the profile up. It was called Darren, it was registered as gay, whereas all the other profiles were straight. The profile picture didn’t look like any of Pete’s classmates or friends. The profile picture showed a large black man. A very well built and good looking black man. It was a selfie pic like all the other donated pics, but unlike the others who were all fully clothes the black man was shirtless and wrapped in a towel. The race of the picture wasn’t odd, Pete had made sure to include a wide variety of profiles. This black hunk was one of four other black guys in the experiment. The reaction to the profile was the same as the other pictures who anyone would class as ‘goodlooking’, and it was actually probably going beyond the normal reaction the ‘goodlooking’ profiles was getting. At least twice as many people were contacting ‘Black hunk Darren’ as any one else, and the messages were extremely explicit. People were very quick to ask this Darren for sex or sexy pictures. Pete was shocked at how he’d seemed to be happy to play along, he didn’t remember any of it. The messages Darren had sent were just as explicit and super dominating, treating every guy who messaged him as nothing better than a ‘pathetic runt’. Pete was worried about how this would effect the essay, but before he could contact his professor to ask about the issue he noticed his hands were black. Not brown, or tanned, but richly black, nothing like the pasty cream he’d skin was. They were like the hands in the ‘black hunk Darren’ profile pic. Pete freaked, jumping away from his laptop. His legs which were suddenly filling out his shorts much more then before sent his note book and papers flying. Pete was thankful he was in his dorm and not in the library as he freaked out. The thighs beneath his shorts were super thick with muscled and the same dark tone as his hands. He moved to the bathroom to find a mirror. His nose had changed as well, it was black and looked a lot like Darren’s. He was playing with his nose with his newly black hands when the seat of his shorts tore. His ass was inflating, two rounded black muscled cheeks bursting out of his shorts and underwear. The shorts now in tatters fell to the floor. His lowers legs and feet were black now as well. Pete’s feet tearing apart his socks, his toes popping out between the straining threads of cotton. Pete didn’t react to his lower body changing, he was too occupied and worried as his entire face cracked into Darren’s. The well kept facial hair in the profile pic spread over Pete’s strengthened jaw. Pete’s light brown hair pulling into his scalp. The sleeves of his shirt burst. The change to his hands had spread up to his shoulders, he arms were longer and covered in dark muscle. His stomach crunched as abs popped into existence. Pete was taller, his head inching closer to the ceiling with ever second. His chest exploded outwards, two massive slabs of pitch black muscle bounced forward. Pete was Darren, or more accurately Darren had replaced Pete. The worries about his essay were gone and the only thing Darren cared about was fucking ass and getting money for it. Cash Master Darren didn’t even know he was or had been a sociology student. Darren bent down and picked his phone up from the torn remains of his shorts. He bounced a pec for himself in the mirror before dropping the towel. The thick head of Darren’s log like cock was losing the final cream tone of skin as Darren snapped a nude selfie. Darren nodded at the hot pic of him flexing with his soft cock draped over the edge of the sink. His meaty fingers deleting all the picture of some pasty white dude that had appeared throughout his phone. Darren thudded on his wide feet into Pete’s dorm room. For some reason he didn’t have a single weight in the room, and why were there books on the shelves and not sport trophies from his glory years in high school. Darren ignored the scattered essay papers and with a confused grunt he logged off the dozen different dating profiles till only his one remained. He clipped his phone in and loaded the nude pic up, sending it to every single one of his contacts. “There you go you sluts” Darren laughed deeply, scratching as his bull nuts “Fuck.. I need to find a throat to fuck” Darren then saw his profile, it was super tame. Nothing about Darren’s love of fucking ass relentlessly till beds break, or how he loved dominating guys till they were quivering cum dumps. “Gotta change that” Darren muttered But he was stopped, the first replies about his massive black cock were coming in, and they all wanted to meet Darren, or ‘BlackDomBeast’ as his profile was named. “Damn, gonna have to set up some surge pricing for all the sluts on campus” Darren laughed as he started to book his first meet up, and the second, and the third and the fourth.
  17. The car sped down the highway, Cliff and his friend Kurt bored in the back, the trees outside weren’t much to look at. Cliff was a rich kid and Kurt was the poor best-friend. Kurt rarely got vacations, so he jumped at the chance to spend spring break in the Hamptons with Cliff and his family. Cliff’s parents were cool with it, they encouraged Cliff to hang around with Kurt. They’d hoped it would bring him down to earth and get him to stop acting like a pompous rich kid. It worked at times, but Cliff was quick to rub new gadgets and new clothes into his poorer friend’s face. The two boys did get on though, and they were both playing the same multiplayer game on their smartphones. Kurt’s phone being a hand me down from Cliff. Cliff noticed that Kurt would drop out of the game sometimes and have a sudden burst of typing. Who was he texting, Cliff was just about to ask when his father butted it. “So Cliff” his dad asked “How’s the wrestling team going” Kurt on the wrestling team, that the most ridiculous thing Cliff had ever heard. He’s guys family could only afford horrible fattening food, so Kurt had ended up as a podgy fat ass. The lack of vitamins hadn’t helped him height wise either, he was barely average height for a high-school student. An amazingly rich and deep voice replied “Yea, got the championship and got my athletic scholarship all sorted” Cliff put down his phone and turned towards Kurt. A giant sat in his place, massive muscles strained his shirt, the biggest thighs Cliff had ever seen filled a pair of broad shorts to bursting. A humongous bulge was nestled between the heavy legs. Cliff noticed a thickly muscled arm running over the back seat, the huge hand at its end resting on Cliff’s shoulder. The now older looking, powerfully masculine face of Kurt smirked at him as Cliff’s father asked more questions. “Any chance of Cliff getting on the team” he asked Kurt shook his head, long black hair waving over his giant shoulders. “Cliff’s too small for the team” Kurt squeezed Cliff’s shoulder “There is a water boy position open” “What would be good, teach him some responsibility” his mother answered like Cliff wasn’t in the car “What would it entail” Kurt’s chest flexed, a small tear appearing at the collar of his shirt. “He’d have to give us water after matches, wash our towels, singlets and jock” Kurt smirked “He already does all of mine” At that Cliff clenched his teeth as a sudden headache shot through his forehead. A new memory formed Kurt having come over to Cliff’s house after a match one day. Kurt in the shower while Cliff washed his dirty clothes. Then Kurt catching Cliff as he sucked the sweat out of Kurt’s stretched jockstrap. “I’m sure he would love to help” Cliff’s father said from the front The talking stopped for a while. Cliff watched Kurt typing on this phone, his now huge hands struggling to hit the right buttons. Cliff’s stomach growled, Kurt turned his head at the sound a wide smile on his face. “You hungry” his mother asked A deep hunger roared in Cliff’s belly. “Well…there no restaurants for a while” his father announced “Kurt can you handle it” Kurt chuckled and lifted his tight ass off the seat, his huge hands hooked under the waist band of his shorts and he pulled then down to his giant clown feet. A fat swollen dick bobbed upwards, the apple sized head already leaking pre. Big bull balls rolled in their furry sack, heavy with a large load. Kurt’s hand wrapped around Cliff’s head and pulled him down towards the dick. His mouth flopped open and Kurt forced his immense horse cock down Cliff’s throat. He held Cliff’s hair and pumped his head up and down the giant dick. Cliff’s parents continued like nothing was happening, while Kurt’s deep voice moaned loudly. Cliff lost track of time, but found himself really getting into milking the dick halfway down his gullet. His hands squeezing the bull balls and his tongue licking every inch of the monster cock. Then Kurt came, a mass of thick volleys overflowing Cliff’s stuffed mouth. Each one rocketing down into Cliff’s hungry guts. Kurt popped Cliff off the dick and the rich boy thudded back into his seat. He patted his stomach, the growling had stopped. “Better” his mother asked Cliff nodded. “Thank you Kurt” this father smiled “It’s hard raising a cum slut” Kurt chuckled “It’s cool, I’m happy to feed Cliff’s addiction” Cliff heard the clicking of Kurt’s phone. Then the hungry returned, Kurt smirked. “You want more” he asked already pulling Cliff down to the still hard dick Cliff nodded and engulfed the monster cock down his throat again. His father offered “Cliff might as well stay on your dick till we get to the house” Kurt laughed “Yea, what is it….like two, three hours before we get there” “Yes, about three hours” his mother answered “I can keep pumping out cum till then” Kurt sniggered as Cliff gagged
  18. “I’m on my way” *Your buddy replies to your text with a picture of his huge muscled arm wrapped around a girl way out of his league* “Fuck dude, that music did a real number on you” “I’ve gotta be like a good foot taller” “Heads nearly hitting the ceiling of the train” “I’ll be like 10 mins, don’t claim every girl before I get their man” *You continue to liken to the music, its melody refining your body* “Oh, good idea getting bigger shoes, my feet would of burst out of my old size 11s ages ago” “Though ain’t there meant to be mental changes” *Your buddy reads the messages but doesn’t reply to them* “Like confidence, I’m the size of a house but I’m still so fucking timid” “Should of worn a sleeveless shirt, but I don’t have the heart too” “I’m even covering my crotch…. and I really shouldn’t” “It’s like I’ve stuffed a fucking melon in there… well an apple and some large oranges Lol” *You grin at your own text and slowly move your coat away from your crotch, giving the entire train a good view* “Scratch that, the mental stuff just kicked in :P” “You should probably stop drinking those” *Your buddy takes another slurp from the glass* “They said you could only have one, because you could only afford one” “I don’t think they thought anyone would spend their college fund on five” *He slurps again, his shorts straining against his thighs and ass* “Your getting too big, no ones gonna recognise…..” *Suddenly your mute as his shorts burst into pieces and he’s nude on the very public beach* “Wait here” *He’s blushing and trying to hide his inflated cock while still drinking from the glass and only getting larger* “I’ll get you some new shorts…. and I’ll get myself one of those drinks”
  19. Harry and Zeke weren’t anything special, both spotty DnD nerds. Both were short, Harry only just breaking into average height. Both were skinny, but Zeke had a quite visible gut. It wouldn’t be odd to think they were related, both sharing a similar coloring, both with pale greasy skin, dark muddy eyes and oil slick black hair. They were best friends and were inseparable, so when Zeke decided to dye his hair blonde, Harry decided to do the same. They went together to get the dye, both young men having a grocery list of allergies. The local store didn’t have anything they could use without suffering itchy scalds or blisters. So they went the new super store just outside of town, it was eerily empty. Only a few staff populated the spacious store, all of them tall well built men. The greeter was too busy focusing on his swollen bicep as he waved at the front entrance to actually greet the two friends. They found the dye easy enough, there was rows and rows of the stuff, every colour under the sun. Red, with some kilt wearing muscled hunk on the box. Black, with an olive skinned gardener with a shovel thrown over his meaty shoulders on the box. Zeke was busy looking at a light blue dye with some muscle bound asian anime boy on the box when Harry found the blonde. “No blue, we decided on blonde” Harry said waving the surfer dude clad box at Zeke His friend sighed and they left to pay. The cashier was a hulking red head, staring down at his heaving chest the entire time the two friends were paying for the dye. He gave a dull and dumb ‘cya’ when they left, his eyes focused on his bouncing pecs. Neither of them mentioned how odd and empty the super store was they drove home, Zeke at the wheel and Harry reading the surprisingly simple instructions. When got back to the small apartment the two men shared Harry was quick to get what they needed, mostly just towels. It didn’t take long for them to get the dye in their hair. They’d expected to have to bleach their black hair a couple times to lighten it enough for the dye to take, but they didn’t. It was one time wash and it claimed it would make them sun kissed blondes. Zeke noticed the throbbing first, his scalp starting to feel like it was swelling. By the time Harry started to feel the throbbing Zeke had his head under running water in the bathroom. Zeke’s hair was now a golden blond, and the skin running down his neck was darkening with a light tan. Harry was busy scratching at his own skin, from his neck and now down his back a deep itch and throbbing was spreading. The friends were experiencing the same thing, skin tanning and flesh throbbing. Soon their entire bodies felt itch and uncomfortable, as it their clothes weren’t fitting correctly. Zeke when he lifted his head out from the sink nearly screamed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was blonde, as expected, but he was huge. He was thick and muscled, his gut was gone and his shirt was pulled tight over rows of abdominals. Zeke’s shoulders and arms were straining the seams of the shirt and he was far taller than he’d been before. His face had completely changed, his weak jaw was squared off and effortlessly masculine. Zeke struggled to walk out of the bathroom, his jeans strangling his nearly tree trunk thick thighs. Harry had suffered a similar change, he was blond now too, and like Zeke was just as thickly built. His clothes skin tight and threatening to burst, Zeke while still shocked was happy to find he was now taller than Harry. “I guess… something was off with this dye” Zeke asked, his voice deeper Harry was holding the dye box, both friends realizing they looked a lot like the blonde surfer dude on the box. Not identical, but a variation of the guy. The idea that these guys could be related still held true, they continued to share the same coloring. Now just tanned, blonde and blue eyed. “So… what do we do” Zeke asked, Harry still reading the dye both “Well, it says 6months of use, use same brand dye removal for quick return to previous form and colour” Harry recited from the box “Form… and colour” Zeke mused “So they knew it would do this” he gestured to his pecs which threatened to pop the collar button of his shirt “Yea I think they knew, I bet this…” Harry waved the box “Is why all the guys at that store was super hot” “Maybe everything at that store did stuff….” Zeke wondered “Maybe we should go back” Harry checked the clock, it was getting late “No it would be closed now… how about we hit a club” Harry was already taking off his shirt, his wide pecs and solid abs coming into view. He was looking for something more club worth that fit him. Zeke smiled, liking the idea, and doing the same. The night the two friends had was one for the ages. They couldn’t really remember it, but the social media photos showed the two blonde studs having a good night. Neither woke up in their own bed, and neither returned home for days, fucking their way through every one who’d take them, and a lot of people were willing to take the hunky blondes. It was nearly a month before either of them decided to go back to the super store to stock up on years worth of the dye, and even get some different colour to try out.
  20. A deep metallic clanging echoed throughout the dark compartment, someone was banging on the door. “Time to wake up Eric” a voice called “It’s Enrique” He called back in a voice that was unfamiliar The clanging stopped and light filled the compartment. Enrique was inside a shipping crate, the heavy metal door slowly opened and natural light shone in. Enrique was an expert in computer engineering and some big software company wanted him at their HQ in the US, but Enrique was from Central America. Which for the current administration was on its way to becoming a big no no. So this company paid a group of very smart men with very low morals to bring Enrique to the US in the most permanent way possible. As Enrique stepped out into the light he saw what that permanent way was. His dark skin was lighter, whiter. He felt taller, when he stepped into the crate he wasn’t anyway near as close to banging his head on the top of the doorway as he was now. “I’m white” Enrique exclaimed in that unfamiliar voice “You’re American” the voice from earlier corrected It came from a friendly looking man who was obviously wearing a gun under his jacket. The man was searching through a pile of clothes. “You took to the change much more then we thought you would” the man said “Though our employers will love you, a brain and some brawn, they might be able to put together a company football team now” Enrique looked down, he had pecs, and abs and he was hairy. He’d been hairy before, but now it looked good. Curving between the ridges of his new pecs and abs. He ran a hand through it. It was soft and a little sweaty. “I don’t remember anything” He said, still feeling up his abs Enrique remembered getting into the crate and having it closed on him, but the next thing he knew was the man banging on the crate to wake him up. “The change puts you into a coma so it is easier to change you” the man explained vaguely “Easier on you mentally, plus it means you don’t have to sit through a couple weeks of travel” Enrique stepped out of the crate, he felt like a new born learning to walk. He was so much larger now, his legs reaching much further than before. His hand was still on his abs, but it was moving down towards the small brown briefs he’d been given to wear before being loaded into the crate. The man turned back from the pile of clothes with a shirt and jeans in hand. “Christ” the man said looking down at Enrique’s bulge “I swear every time a guy changes the cocks are getting bigger and bigger” Enrique knew he had a goofy grin on his face. The man laughed “Don’t worry about it, you’re an all American corn fed farm boy now, you’ve gotta have a cock like a horse on ya, or no one would believe it” he winked He tossed the clothes to Enrique, who started to get dressed. The clothes didn’t fit, they were tight around his crotch and his shirt barely buttoned up. “We’ll get you some new clothes tomorrow after we get you set up at your new apartment” the man explained He’d locked up the crate and was tidying up the pile of clothes. With one hand he guided Enrique towards a car, Enrique far taller than the man. “Now Eric” the man said “This is your new car, its from the company as a welcome, I’ll drive you today, and we’ll get you a license tomorrow” Enrique nodded “Ok, and its Enrique” The man shook his head “No, its Eric, no 6’5 ginger dude is called Enrique” The goofy smile returned to Enrique’s new American face.
  21. Archie sat himself down at the back of his shared apartment, the chair creaked under his weight. His laptop was already open on the wooden dinner table and waiting for him to start blogging. He had a load of drafts lined up, though he’d have to spend some time fixing his queue. Archie had to push his chair back, his expansive gut pressing against the table. He quickly reblogged a few gifs and comments from some mutuals, then moved onto his own stuff. Archie’s blog was mostly fan edits of shows, or his own thoughts on some nerdy piece of news. He had a very healthy number of follows, numbering at just over 1000. Archie though noticed something odd. His messages, he normally had maybe one or two messages. Usually from the other bloggers he spoke too, but somehow he had over 200 messages. He clicked them open, his eyes ran over the first message and he felt a pulling force in his stomach. ‘I love your abs, how the hell can you eat shit and still have abs’ Archie’s hand went defensively to his washboard stomach, the ridges of his abs pushed against his shirt. He quickly typed out some bullshit answer about his high metabolism, even though he did do several hundred crunches a day. ‘How tall are you, cause in some pics you seem small, but you must be over 6ft at least’ Archie’s knees hit the underside of the table, he cursed and stretched his long lean legs out. He was tall, above 6ft, probably nearer to 6′4 then the 6′2 he told people he was. Archie always did that to make them rethink their own heights, suddenly guys who thought they were model quality 6′2 didn’t think that anymore after standing next to Archie. ‘Are you the guy from those sunglasses ads, your lips and jaw are very familiar’ He chuckled and bit one of his pouty lips, he typed out a simple ‘Yea’ and gave his glossy styled hair a flick. Archie knew he was a heart breaker, he was gifted with great skin, amazing bone structure and glittering eyes, if only he had a better built. Sure abs you could grate cheese on was nice, but he wanted some more size all over. ‘Any pointers fitness wise, I’ve hit a plateau, but you just keep gaining’ His crisp white t-shirt strained against his pecs, the collar pulled low and it showed a lot of flesh. Archie’s biceps flexed against the sleeves, pushing them up onto his shoulders. He replied with a link to his fitness page, if you wanted a body like Archie’s you had to pay him. He had to make money after all, not many 22 year olds could fund a luxury apartment by themselves, let alone all the gorgeous guys and gals who’d call it home while Archie was attracted to them. ‘I gotta ask is it true what they say about big feet…. cause we all know you got clown feet’ Archie’s oversized battleship feet sat heavy on the floor. They were size 18 and thudded everywhere he walked, but it wasn’t his feet the questioner was interested in. Archie’s jeans already contending with his meaty legs and muscle butt fought against his cock meat. The zipper straining, his bulge even kissed the edge of the table. His thick thighs pushing it forward. Archie smiled and typed out a reply, playing it cool and dismissive, he was a fitness blog after all, not a porn blog. ‘So when are we gonna see the BIG MAN again, haven’t posted a vid in weeks’ Archie sighed and pushed his seat back clicking the camera button while he did it. “Hey guys, you want to see the BIG MAN” he laughed as he pulled at the zipper of his jeans He never wore underwear, none could handle his meat and his meat couldn’t be contained. It thudded onto the table, and with one hand Archie slapped it loudly against the wood a few times. “Remember to message me for private sessions, via cam or in person” Archie said before hitting the stop button He used the video as a reply to the message, just letting his horse dick swing free as he scanned the rest of the questions. Mostly the same old stuff about his huge cock or amazing body. Archie closed his laptop, he was getting horny, time to fuck the latest twink he’d brought back from the gym. Archie did notice his follower count had just passed 100,000 followers, probably time to post that sex tape he promised.
  22. Little by little he’d take less than a quarter of an inch. After about a week some of the guys had mentioned something but they played it off like it was just a joke. None of them beleived that their dicks had actually gotten smaller. But their girlfriends had started the rumors. They had noticed that they didn’t feel as filled as they had been or that it wasn’t as long or thick. They all were still well above average, and their audience didn’t complain. All three did cam shows online to make some extra cash, that’s where Freddy found them. He would steal a little bit each time they went into a private chat, all the while building his cock up. He tried stealing muscle, but he wasn’t able to. So he’d settled with steal dick size. The muscle was such a harder spell to accomplish. It would just take too much effort to steal it all. But as he added more of their dick to his own he couldn’t help but start rubbing it. The three guys kept going but he could tell it was a little bit smaller. Soon he began doing his own cam shows on a few sites. His dick looking above average for his body size, putting him on par with the other three men. He had a few private shows, but decided he needed to be bigger to make up for the lack of muscle. He stole more and more from the three captains everyday. He could tell when they started to notice. Their confident demeanor wasn’t as genuine as it had been. Plus some of the other live chatters started to point it out. A dick that completely filled their hand now barely came over it. Most weren’t disappointed but the criticism was starting to get to them. They still had decent sized dicks but they knew it wasn’t the same. Meanwhile the fan base for Ready_Freddy was steadily growing, much like the size of his cock. He couldn’t hold it in one hand anymore. A few of his watchers were creeped out when he grinned evilly when someone commented on his size. Soon the captains ended having their live shows and their girlfriends slowly grew more distant. Freddy on the other hand, was bedding more guys every night. His cock was insatiable. Guys loved seeing the challenge. Even if he wasn’t the most muscular or the most confident dom guys would come over just to be able to ride it. The chat started to take bets on whether or not they could actually take the thing. It was just so large it seemed inhuman. But none of them cared. they just wanted to see the ride. Freddy now preferred to free ball, and the captains noticed, but didn’t believe it was possible for someone to steal someone’s dick size. Instead the resigned themselves to the shame of having now tiny dicks, too embarrassed to even see a doctor about it. Ready_Freddy’s cams shows were one of the most popular for the “big cock” category. As he closed his latest session, he grinned and opened the spell book. He wanted to conquer the muscle category next.
  23. 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.
  24. 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...
  25. 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 it 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 their 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... Chapter 7: HERE
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