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  1. remerting

    m/m Wreck It World (Part 1)

    This was an RP done with @Abyss123 and the endless muscle growth shenanigans with Wreck It Ralph being the character of choice. Features muscle growth, macro, hyper, sweat, musk and hair. Finally it was here! It took almost a week of shipping but my package had finally arrived. I've been saving up for this VR setup for ages and now I can finally experience it. I wasted no time having everything plugged in. Setting the system up seemed easier than I anticipated as the TV lit up in response to the equipment. Checking the game inside the box, I was confused upon glancing at the case. It was blank, completely white without any images or logos. I popped open hoping the CD would have some answers but... it was also completely blank. Was I scammed? I hurried and inserted the disk, hoping the system would work with a running game. To my relief, I saw the title of the game on the menu appear. "Wreck It World..." With the head gear on, I went ahead and started the game. After a black screen the first thing that appeared in front of me was... Ralph? Now the title was making sense. Wreck It Ralph was standing there, arms crossed and looking down at me with a smug grin on his face. Unlike his arcade fame, he was 3D in a simple room with wood floors, red brick walls and no windows. Something was off. Looking at my hands, I couldn't feel the controls. I tried taking off the headset but I couldn't grab anything! Nothing was there! I felt like I was trapped in the game itself! The world around blinked into focus as I felt the floor come into being against my bare feet with a soft thud. Seeing your model load in , I take a breath and flash my gappy grin with a rumbling roar I cheer, "ARE YOU READY to WRECK IT?!" slapping my hands together in anticipation as I size you up. My mind was rushing, trying to comprehend what was happening. Hearing Ralph speak with my own ears in the room and not from a television made the virtual reality even more apparent. "R-Ralph?" I could only muster his name. He was enormous, at nine feet standing. Even with the room being spacious, I still felt cramped with his presence. Luckily for him, the ceiling was rather high, otherwise his head would be rubbing up against it. I gave a hearty chuckle one massive finger scratching under my nose bashfully "Yep In the flesh Bud. Welcome to the game" I replied my arms spreading out wide as l loomed closer and closer, overshadowing you before snatching you up in a big bear hug."Never thought anyone would pick up this game" I had your head nestled into my chest as you could hear me walk around the spacious barren room. "W-Why am I here? What's happening?" The sensations were beginning to stack. I could even feel the warmth of Ralph's embrace, gently holding me in his massive arms. When I turned to look up, I could see his grin, his eyes glaring down at me all droopy with content. For a moment, I felt calm. "What do ya mean, 'Why am I here?' You bought the game right?" I replied, gently putting you down before stepping back slightly to give some room to breath but still looming over, doing some warm up stretches. Then there was a sudden slap as l brought my hands on my knees crouching down slightly a big smile spread across my face looking you up and down. A thick finger cupping under your chin steadying your head before my lips kiss your forehead softly "You're here to play." l added "In any way possible." My face must have been flushed red. If this was a game, I imagine I've walked in on some kind of dating sim with a well known video game icon. I'm not sure how or why this game exists, but I was enchanted by the affection that radiated from Ralph. It was so real, so new. I'll admit, Wreck It Ralph was quite the charmer. Lightly guiding you to step back l soon had you against the wall , rising back up l braced one tree trunk arm against the wall leaning over you. "You're familiar with some games with affection mechanics right?" I asked one hand idly rubbing your shoulder as l took up your view, looking down on you, breathing getting heavier. "How about you try some experimenting." l smirked. "L-Like what?" The soft and sultry tone of his voice had me anxious at the giant's intentions. It seemed obvious what he was suggesting yet I couldn't help but act oblivious. A second lumbering arm set over your head, my leg sliding forward to your side. "Like I bet you always wanted to feel a man that dwarfs you like I do " I teased, my chest pushed forward as I try to pop a button. Never did I imagine wanting such a thing but having Ralph present himself so dominantly made me realize how much I needed it. Sneakily I could feel him gyrating his waist up to mine. Seeing as how I was too weak to make a move, Ralph decided to surprise me, leaning down and pressing his lips into mine. My thick tongue squeezed in as soon you found yourself completely pinned to the wall . My groin sliding up and down your body. A hand slipping down, grabbing and pressing your palm onto my bulge, feeling it seeming to pulsate to your touch My body quivered from being immediately pinned by your body. Your indomitable tongue invaded my mouth and wrestled me into instant submission. I heard you moan quietly as we kissed. Since you invited my hand to your crotch, I went ahead and cupped the denim mass between your legs. You kissed me harder, making me squeeze harder in response, which in turn made you bully my mouth even more. Parting our lips for air, my face was flushed red as I groaned and moaned like a hungry beast. The denim bulge twitching to life under your fingers. My fingers thicker than your wrist slid up your arm, a toothy grin spreading across my face with a heaving breath pushing by huge frame in and out slowly. "Not bad , for your first time little bud" I cooed. Time seemed to pause as the bulge between my legs seemed to pulsate, feeling like it was inflating under your hand, spreading your fingers slightly. Unknown to me, I mistook your growing meat as a simple erection, though rather large. I continued to grope you while you were busy pushing your lower body in and out towards me with my hand still magnetized to your crotch. The junk now was really starting to push out as I could easily cup around its length. Looking down, I gasped, surprised to see the distended bulge bigger than what I had pictured. I quickly used my second hand to encompass the other side while you pushed your clad member in and out between my palms. I let out a low groan as I felt the bulge between my legs getting bigger and heavier squatting and thrusting , my shaft swelling stronger and stronger with each thrust. Your hands splitting apart from the sheer girth. Digging my thick fingers into the stone brick wall crumbling to my power , sweating and drooling as I get swallowed up by the pure euphoria a faint musk starting to linger. Amazing your overalls managed to restrain such a massive size. The prick was already nearing nine inches towards me but oddly enough your crotch, at level with mine, was starting to reach where my stomach was. Looking back up, I saw creases drawing across your shirt. Your chest was widely pronounced now, popping out near my face as it put a strain on your plaid shirt. The blocky shape of your massive arms started to round out as muscles appeared on your figure. I didn't think you could get any bigger but the swelling of your lats made your frame look all the wider. What was happening?! I gave a deep rumbling chuckle "You pick up on con...unf...trols quickly." I commented, bringing my arms up, the sleeves of my shirt riding, trying to retreat up my arm as more and more muscle builds . A fat finger digging under the fabric tearing it slightly showing some ample pit hair poking out . Resting back down, a meaty paw slaps onto your shoulder, my hand stretching down your arm easily wrapping around it with my pinkie. It didn't take long for your erection to reach me at a full foot in length. The entire front portion of the dark red overalls were bending to the will of your meat. After prodding me a few times from your air humping, even you could tell it was getting pretty big but I knew you didn't want to stop. I was too distracted by the enormous shelf of pecs that were growing towards me, straining each button on your shirt as the collar was stretched lower, showing more skin and even some newfound chest hair. Then, I could feel it. Something hot and hard had pressed itself between my legs. The look on your face told me everything as you gave me a smug grin before I was pulled up with the rest of your body. My feet left the ground and I found myself sitting on top of the growing pouch that was your junk. My gap tooth smile said it all. This was a simple taste of what was possible. Both arms raised Into a double bicep flex enjoying how heavy they were starting to feel. The new mounds of a cliff that made my chest now lightly bouncing as I breathed. The strap of my overalls holding strong keeping my new endowment lifted and perky. Slowly bounding them up and down in a mesmerizing pattern, you never realized one of my heavy paws sneaking behind you cupping the back of your head and back lightly pressing you into my new cleavage. Enjoying feeling you dwarfed by my sheer mass, I started to wander the room, my heavy foot steps echoing with deep thumps. I wholeheartedly basked in your manly presence as your rich, hair-filled chest pressed firmly into my face. Up close and feeling your pecs, I could see them visibly growing, pushing my head back ever so slightly. Your stride left me bobbing up and down across your hardened prick with every step you took and it too was slowly pushing out against my legs, clearly growing with the rest of you. You stopped for a moment, breathing sensually before rocking your hips up and down, bouncing me on your dick more and more. A moan found its way out your columnar throat as I watched you grow faster with every drop my body had on my 'meat seat'. Scared to fall off, my legs clung to it tightly which only serviced you more. Buttons were popping off above my head with rips and tears starting to form across your tight plaid shirt. The top was already riding high up, exposing newly shaped, square-like abs with the sleeves barely wrapping around your shoulders. Even under two layers, both of your nipples were prominently pushing against the edges of the clothes, desperate to escape their confines. I pulled myself back in an attempt to keep your torso in sight but the growth was hard to keep up with and the thrusting made it difficult to inch away. Luckily for me, your cock was keeping up almost more than I expected. Although growing longer, it was noticeably widening thicker and thicker from the gains. By now, your overalls were doing all they can to keep your junk in check with one strap holding everything back. Finally your shirt was really coming apart as your chest was too much for the poor clothes to handle. With each heaving breath it was clear how much denser my chest was getting. Hair spreading out, pressed and overflowing from the tears of what remained of my shirt. My cock pulsated under you with trembling power, clearly building up more and more as the shaft bent upwards, forcing the tip to the ground. My arms raised up revealed even more dense hair covering my body with a potent musk lingering inside the sealed room. My meaty paws clapping together flexing my arms over us . Your eyes traveled down, watching sweat slowly cascade over the bulging muscles newly forming and swelling over my body, slipping over the thick vine-like veins guiding your gaze lower. A smug smirk spread across my face. My tree trunk neck fought for room over my expanding frame to not be swallowed by my raising traps. "Tell me buddy, do ya like your new boyfriend being this big, or do ya feel like seeing how big I can be?" I bounced my pronounced chest with a rythmic beat to my heavy sultry breathing, a hand cupping around under it feeling it up for myself; the nip being presented as a treat for you and you alone. The other hand slapping behind you onto my shaft. A shuddering moan echoed in the room as a shiver of bliss shot up my spine. "Well? I'm waiting buddy." I cooed, licking my lips with anticipation. I was too nervous to really reply. Ralph was growing with each passing second, making every league of size more mesmerizing than the last. The final bits of plaid that clung to your glistening skin finally tore off your form revealing your torso in all its hairy glory. With the legs of your pants ripped to nothing, your overalls were now repurposed as an over-the-shoulder pair of briefs which clung from the head of your growing member down into a pouch fitted around your balls and extending back to your waist. That one strap was diligent to keep it contained, digging snuggly into your right trap and extending all the way down your meaty length. What the overalls couldn't cover was the shaft. Pinned to your heavy testicles, your cock bulged upwards into a curve which raised me higher up till we were nearly eye level. The thing was huge, almost reaching a size that matched your own body! Even your chest was capable of rubbing up against it. We exchanged looks for a moment and I suddenly realized I never gave you an answer. All I could really do was say one thing. "Bigger..." That was all I needed to hear to please my little buddy. My cock shuffled under you as I adjusted my stance. Both my massive hands gripped at the sides of my junk, tenderly rubbing up and down as the excess sweat worked as a lubricant. The feeling of all my digits massaging and dragging skin was utter euphoria. My palms were large enough to encompass so much of my meat. I watched you bob up and down as my hips worked to dry humping my massive schlong. I pressed my bulge closer to my body, holding it and shoving as much into my torso, touching more and more sensitive cock-flesh. I could feel my extended arms swell larger, denser, stretching in unison with my horny antics. I started losing my grip slightly as even my meat swelled larger to match and exceed the rest of me. All I could do was grind and grow, filling in more of the room. Now your growth was peaking more than ever before. The sheer width your body had achieved was even greater than your height. You were a living wall with blocky shoulders and massive pecs tripling the span of your frame right before my eyes. I struggle to focus on one part of you, to bring my vision to appreciate your musculature but your physique is an assortment of monstrous hirsute mass with every peak calling me to gaze upon it. Still, if I had to choose, your chest kept me hooked as your stretched out biceps pushed both pillows of beef upwards and into your face. The grind against your manly stubble only served to arouse you further, your hands never resting in their pursuit to satisfy your sexual quenching. The room was definitely getting smaller. I never realized how big it was until your godly form began replacing the fleeting space. I could see your hair nearly grace the ceiling and even I, myself, was getting close to it while atop your manhood. You've had to have reached 20 feet by now, and your cock... good lord. Who knows how big that was. Still, you didn't care or even notice. You were hungry. To keep myself from touching the roof, I laid down belly first, my legs and arms spread against your cock. I rubbed with you, hoping you would get some satisfaction. The room was being filled with my pungent musk, my heavy breathing a mighty boom as I grinded against my mammoth dong. Buckling and shuddering as all the different sensations brought me to my knees. With my hairy chest falling right before you, my arms flexing pressing them into a seductive pose for you. Shoulder rolling as l shimmy closer. With a grunt and a hefty bear hug around my dick, you begin sliding down from the excess moisture into my pecs. I smile, holding back a groan from the mere act of riding down my enormous cock right before giving you a kiss to your lips. The romantic peck didn't last long as you were reaching the apex of your mass. By now you were immobile, pinned to every flat surface of the virtual box we called a room. With no space left to move, all your muscles could do was fill whatever room it could find. Your cock and balls had already eaten half the area, pressed tightly into the walls, ceiling and floor and still eager to fill more with its flesh. Even more surprising was seeing the overalls still actively extended under the package like a pouch. The strap was stretched so far that it looked almost string-like in comparison to the rest of you. And speaking of the rest of you, your traps had surpassed your head and cushioned upwards into the roof. Both shoulders grinded up to each wall with massive arms still swelling below the enormous jugs of your chest. I took one last glimpse at your ruggedly handsome smile before I sank below from the growth of your chest. More and more muscle continued filling my vision until my body was surrounded in it. My entire front side basked in the musky heady expanse of your pecs with chest hair shoving itself into my face. I breathed deep, savoring the fragrance your body provided. Meanwhile, my back was fixed to your dick which had become a pure wall of genitals. I was in heaven, hearing the squelching of sweat being squished between me and the two barriers of meat. My body vibrated as I could faintly hear you moan from above me, the bass from your throat shaking the very room. No doubt you were in utter bliss as your cock was squeezed into every crack and crevice left, all working to masturbate you further which only grew you more, squeezing your manhood tighter, growing and then squeezing and then growing! My new beefy shuddered as you could feel my whole body shake and quiver with every heavy breath dripping with euphoria as each movement of my massive sweaty body teased me in a different way, be it my arm pushing up to adjust for the lack of space resulting in my meaty paw groping my tender cock. Or shuffling my body to relieve pressure from my cock to only have it swell larger to take up more room pressing you closer to me, gyrating my torso to show you just how much you've done so far. A hearty chuckle echoed from on high above you, muffled by the dense forest of hair and muscle around you. "Oh. OH... OOOOHHHH! That's it Buddy! You've made me a real man now!" l praised, swooning over my size gifted by your touch. "This world is too small for me now though, I think yours should be more fun... for the both of us! Get ready Bud, I'm coming to wreck your world!" I continued flexing my body, your surroundings bulging larger and LARGER! hot to the touch, the dense musk coating your body in my scent sweat drenching your clothes, losing more room as l grew all around you. Your head squeezed between my pecs, feeling them bounce thumping onto your shoulders... And then the world went dark, the sensations of my expanding mass and heat still spinning you. *CRASH!!* I had done it, finally meeting someone who could truly appreciate mass at its peak and further beyond. The world around me coming into focus, feeling my body come into being in YOUR world. My traps crashing through the ceiling, my tree trunk neck finally having room to stretch seeing a room formally somewhat tidy now demolished with my huge head filling in a crater. My dick shot gunning forward still contained by my repurposed overalls. The thick head pressing against a door frame blowing out the wall before long resting in the kitchen. A set of bulging lumbering arms with hands easily able to cup a bus reaching out casually blasting through walls to pull myself up. With a heavy *THUMP* one foot smashed on top of your couch, my colossal body raising through the house, feeling your world crumble around me. Bursting free of your fragile house with a hearty cheer, feeling the cool air against my hot body. My dick sling bobbing with the new room at my disposal. Looking around like a giddy child at my new playground, dick and balls swinging wildly as l survey the area bashing against neighboring building, trees and lights. Snapping back to realize there was someone I was forgetting. Two meaty finger diving between my pecs moaning as l fished deeper plucking you out drenched in my sweat. Giving you a toothy smirk, I kiss you passionately in my palm. “Now that you completed the tutorial. You ready for level 1?” I cooed, a faint mist emitting off my body from the mix of hot and cold air.
  2. Erik

    m/m The Blessing: Part 2

    Part 1 Here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/20010-the-blessing/?tab=comments#comment-274869 —————————————————- So, when my alarm when off at 7, I realized Claude was still resting on my body, his face nuzzled between my neck and my shoulder. I nudged Claude, but he was still out cold. I slipped from underneath the gentle giant and began decorating the roo— I just realized I didn’t describe it earlier to you. Ok, so it was a square room, and I had one of those joint desk/bunk bed thingies that was parallel to the door in the back left corner, against the windows. Claude had a full, probably from coaxing the college into a bigger bed. Anyways, his was against the back right corner, facing the door, and his desk was on the other wall perpendicular to mine. To return to the story, yes, Anyways I continued to unpack when Claude started to stir awake. ”Hey bro.” ”G-good morning” ”Did I fall asleep during the movie? Hope I didn’t snore” ”Ah it’s ok, you did but I feel asleep in my bed after you passed out.” ”Ah ok, I’m gonna go take a shower to get rid of my stink, wanna come along?” ”Uhhh sure.” Claude and I walked to the communal showers, It was quite spacious. It was 18 showers, curtained off from each other, with a large skylight above them. The morning sun made the seagreen tiles look almost translucent. “I’ll be right back Steven, I need to go grab my towel.” Said Claude I entered one of the showers in the corner and turned it on, icy cold at first, but warmed up quickly. I began to reflect on yesterday’s events. I still can’t believe I met such an amazing guy like Claude. He was perfect in every single way, I loved his round pecs pressed against my face, His strong arms wrapping me tightly, His perky butt that bounced when he ran down the football field. It was such a shame he is probably straight. I started to massage my 6 inch cock and tweak my nipples. Just the thought of Claude turned me on. I heard the door to the showers open and close. I didn’t pay much attention to it until I turned around, and there standing was Claude. He was completely naked. ”Hello Steven. Why did you say you slept in your bed when the sheets weren’t even put in yet?”
  3. Using the Talk to Transformer website I auto generated this story. Left mainly as is with few modifications. Enjoy. 220 feet tall, huge hairy muscles grow bigger. This is my body now and all mine. MANLY, GROW BIGGER! Oh god yes OH YES!!! I'm getting bigger and getting ready to shoot my load! Oh god YES!! YES! YES! SWEET SEXY CUM, BIG HAIRY MUSCLES MANLY, GROWING MAN! And ready to shoot his cum. YES YES! MANLY, GROW BIGGER! YES! I'm growing even bigger NOW, I'm gonna cum!!! YES! Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming all over my body!!! Mmm yummy cum all over my body! Mmm So much cum, BIG Hairy Cock, Manly, growing bigger! Oh fuck man! I’m, I’m growing MORE! BIGGER, I WANT MORE! I’m, I’m growing BIGGER! YUM, YES YES YES! Yeah, oh, keep Cumming! Oh fuck, It’s all over me. Don't stop, don't stop Cumming... Oh my god, Oh my god, Holy Shit! I’m cumming more & still growing! More Muscle! Hairier! Manlier! Massive cock! 300 ft tall! Fuck yes more!! Yum, YES YES YES! Ohhhhhhh, YES!! More!! Fuck my ass, keep eating my cum, keep cumming! YES YES YES! Squeeze my ass! Squeeze my ass! Yes Growing bigger! Hairier! More muscle! Yes! HUGE! 350 ft tall still growing! More fucking MORE GROW! Oh my GOD! 370ft tall still growing! 450ft tall still growing! Huge! When will I stop growing, will I stop growing? Oh my yes grow more grow bigger, more muscles growing!!! 500 ft tall, 550ft tall, 650ft tall, huge growing, growing!!!! Cumming!!! Delicious Muscle Cum!!! Yes, yes...yes, yes, please, cum, cum! Yes grow! Bigger! Taller! Hairier! Yummm, yummm, yummm!!! Cumming... Cumming... Hmmm, yes yes, yes...YES! GROW MORE!!! Oh my GOD! 600ft tall, 900ft tall, MUSCLE GROWING, HAIR GROWING, CUM, COCK! GROW! Cumming, growing...fuck! Cum! 1,000ft tall, 1,400ft tall, growth continues, feet growing, muscles growing, growth resumes 1,900ft tall, massive hairy muscle. YES! MORE! GROW! Yes! Spurt of jizz, explode, up, up, up! 9,000ft tall, massive hairy muscle, veins popping, look up. HAIR GROWING, huge MOUTH, sucking cock, eating cum YES! Spurt, swallow every drop! 9,400ft tall, massive hair, muscles getting big, further growth. Yes! SPEED UP! YES! Spurt. SEX! MORE! ROOOORRRRRRR! 15,000 ft tall! Massive hairy, manly muscle! More muscle. More hair. Grow more. Yes. Expand more. 10,800 ft tall! Manly hairy muscle, muscle getting big, hairy, tigher. YES! Maybe expand more! More, more, more EXPAND! MORE, MORE, MORE! 11,000 ft tall! Huge muscles, stronger muscles, mass increased. EXTEND! MORE, MORE! EXTEND! MORE, MORE! 11,500 ft tall! Huge hairy, muscular muscles, growing more. Grow! STRENGTH! STRENGTH! 20,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, huge muscles. STRENGTH! STRENGTH 21,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock. MAXIMUM! 22,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock. MAXIMUM! 22,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, huge muscles. ULTIMATE! 24,000 ft tall! Massive muscles, huge muscles, hairy muscles. EXTREME! 25,000 ft tall! More cum! Getting hard and horny by myself! Getting harder and horny and taking more cum! 26,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, more cum! 27,000 ft tall! More cum! Getting hard and horny by myself! Getting harder and horny and taking more cum! 28,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, muscle freak, cum gut, more cum! 29,000 ft tall! MORE CUM! MORE GROWTH! Huge muscular muscles, hairy muscles, huge cock, huge balls, muscle freak, cum gut, cum dump, more cum! 30,000 ft tall! MORE! Titanic, hairy muscle freak. YES! MORE!
  4. remerting

    From Hulk to God (Part 1)

    From a roleplay I'm doing with a friend. There's been a lot more written so keep an eye out for part 2 later on. The series includes, muscle growth, hyper and macro. It was mid afternoon deep in the Arizona desert. Doctor Banner had been out in this isolated lab now for the better part of two years, working out how to make monsters out of men. Improving the military's selection of men and surpassing the limits of human biology. anything to get a leg up on the looming danger of foreign agents. Rumor was they too were working on something similar. He was currently standing in front of a large computer console, adjust a vast multitude of dials and switches, adjusting his math on the fly to accommodate the varying inputs the system was being fed. "Alright... I've regulated the output and the correction algorithm is steady. I hope your math was as good as you say." the beanpole doctor said, his voice a little nervous. He trusted their work, but facing down the emitter itself was a little nerve racking. "Have faith Bruce. You've seen the numbers so there's no reason for doubt. After we succeed in the tests, you and I can finally get out of this place. I'm not taking any more delays just because the military can't decide on who should be their test subject." Although Richard was completely committed to seeing his work finalized, he too couldn't help but feel anxious going through with the final trial. After all, it was Banner's idea to take the test but the experiment was almost too good to be true. Banner might really be the next superhero in the world, but even then, what would that spell out for the rest of the military. "I know, I know. I'm human. Doubt always lingers, even when facts show there is nothing to fear. We see monsters in the shadows at night." Bruce sighed, adjusting his glasses gently on his face. The concept of super human powers was extremely glorious. His brain and the brawn they were artificially creating would be a tremendous force for good, as long as he kept his morals. That's why Richard was around. "Everything is set over here, how're things with the emitter module?" "As good as one can expect. Just step onto the platform and we can get started. I'll give you a minor dose and from there we can witness the results." "Right, base of our simulation resulted... At this dose my shoes should be tighter, but nothing else." he said taking off his glasses and setting them down somewhere safe. He left his lab coat on his chair as he walked over to the patch job platform they made. "Ready!" From the console, Richard turned the dial clockwise to setting 1. An audible hum buzzed above Bruce as the dish-like machine was being fed the appropriate power. After typing away on his keyboard, Richard set his hand onto a large switch mounted to the console. Looking up, both men saw eye to eye in anticipation. "Here we go..." "Alright. Lets play god!" Bruce shouted, giving a final thumbs up as the machines whirred and buzzed around him. Even though the voltage was low, the machine was rather dramatic. The switch was flipped. Visible green distortions in the air could be seen whirling around Banner in an instant. Although the machine was clearly working, the ray of radiation had no bearing on Bruce. Despite being affected, the only thing he could truly feel was a light headed sensation. Bruce winced gently, looking at the green flickers and glittering around his body. He looked at Richard's blur and shrugged. "Doing good." He shrugged gently. A good minute had passed and eventually the switch was flipped again. Richard could see Bruce completely untouched by the event. Although expecting noticeable alterations in Banner's physical appearance, super powers can sometimes be hidden away and thus further examination was necessary. "Well... for all the sound and spark the machine gave off, I feel relatively the same. could you hand me my glasses?" Bruce said, carefully stepping down from the platform. He wandered over to Richard's blur, wondering if he looked any different. "Well Bruce, you don't look any different, but we never really expected that much to change on a physical level." Richard reached out to hand Banner his glasses. "How do you feel?" "To be frank. Light headed and annoyed. I'm concerned we may have to go back to formula." He frowned as he slipped on his glasses. He shifted gently, his clothing felt a little off to him, but perhaps it was the treatment. "We may want to do this nude next time. My shift feels starchy." "Don't be so hasty. You might have gained something after that kind of exposure. We can't risk another dose until we know what's changed. Are you sure there isn't anything about you worth noting?" "Hmmm nothing of notice right now but I see what you're saying, give the treatment time to work." The doctor nodded as he slipped the lab coat back on as well. Bruce picked up a clip board going over the questions, post test. He shuffled a little, feeling a little warmer, but nothing concerning. It was later that day lunch had just past and the sweltering heat of the desert was rising steadily. Bruce was sitting at his desk in the lab, slowly pouring over their calculations, theorems and various documents and tests. By this point in time, he felt that something should have happened, there should have been a change, yet nothing at all. He kept his calm however, this was the first trial on an organic creature they tried. it wasn't a set back. Soon there'd be a swath of overly grown men, charging across battle fields. He grinned at the idea. heck if the test had worked, he would have been one. He felt his cheeks grow warmer as he pictured himself at superhuman sizes. Bruce coughed gently as he got up to answer. He twisted the knob and pulled it open, harder then he expected. "Yes?" He asked. "Sorry to bother, it's just been several hours since the experiment and I wanted to know if you've come to any conclusions yet on the test." "Nothing yet, I apologize." Bruce said to Richard, inviting him into his lab. Bruce found himself adjusting the AC in the lab, lowering the temperature further as he felt even warmer. "Warm today, isn't it?" He began to prepare the coffee machine. "Did you find any breakthroughs?" He said as he shifted his stance a little. Richard gave Bruce a puzzling look. "Nothing to work from I'm afraid. I will say, you have this room freezing cold right now. Are you sure you're okay?" "You find it freezing? I'm feeling really warm" Bruce huffed and sat down at the lab desk once more, stretching himself. "I kind of wish it had work though..." Richard leaned on the desk next to him. "It's hard to say. Maybe genetics are a factor. After all, you're the only one we've tested. I suppose we can try another dose later." Richard looked at Bruce and noticed sweat marks around his work shirt. "If you had these powers, what do you see yourself doing?" "Hard to say, but it would make assembling labs a lot easier." Bruce chuckled, slowly starting to day dream about hoisting large lab machines over head, being built like a tank and just... so big, so colossally huge. He didn't even notice his hand lowering down to his crotch, caressing his cock gently through his pants. "I can't imagine it being wide spread through military interactions. So many men getting that treatment. One can only imagine what life would be like living with such power on a daily basis..." Bruce nodded and chuckled in agreement. "Men the size of giants, walking around, training, maybe it would spread into the general populace," he smirked as he felt his manhood harden in full."God i wish it worked on me." He moaned softly, squeezing the fat head of his manhood. "I don't think it would-" Richard paused after he heard the rustling of Bruce's pants. "Banner what are you doing?!" Bruce was a little lost to his growing lust, slowly working his shaft out of his pants. "Sorry Rick, i just... really need to take care of this." He muttered, almost admiring his decently sized manhood. "Something had happened to you hasn't it! I mean I know it's been a while, secluded and isolated but where's your decency!" Regardless of his outcry, even Richard was impressed how fat Bruce's uncut malehood was. "I'm nowhere near the projected results. I think its just cabin fever..." he grunted, slowly letting Richard admire his manhood. From the few choice veins running along the shaft to his thick, fat glands and the green tint slowly spreading over it. "W-What's happening!?" Richard was in awe as the pinkish skin tone of Bruce's junk was slowly changing to a dark green hue, but it wasn't just Banner's cock that changed, even his skin was gradually shifting to green as he pumped his dick over and over. Bruce huffed and panted working his shaft faster now, the green spreading. His cock was slowly stretching, pulsating, enlarging between his fingers. "Uhhhfff Richard... I think... something's happening." The scientist backed away slowly from Bruce, witnessing the changes overtaking in his body. The masturbatory arm locked into a flex was noticeably bulging inside Bruce's tightening work shirt. His neck filled the collar, veins creeping out as his expression grew more intense. For every push and pull of his growing hand going up and down the enlarging cock, Banner's form only widened, clothes filling with his mass. Banner could feel the changes overtaking him, at this point he welcomed it, flexing and relaxing his masturbating bicep, watching the muscle swell and relax, then swell even larger. He could feel his shoes growing tight around his feet, his shirt struggle to stay clasped. he couldn't help but begin to laugh. His tongue hung out as his belt gave way to his widening hips. Bruce's bellow sounded almost deeper than his regular voice. Richard was still in awe, absolutely paralyzed and yet, overjoyed in some way. "My god Bruce, it actually worked!" Bruce was too far gone to hear what Richard was saying. All he knew was that he felt good, wanted to feel even better. He dropped his cock for a moment, brought both his arms up slowly, and pumped his biceps into twin peaks. Thinking was hard now, his mind addled by the sheer rush of power from his entire body. "Big now. Getting bigger!" Each ball of muscle tore seams across his long sleeve shirt. His hard cock stretched to a foot in length right in front of the flexing behemoth, twitching in wait for his touch. The brute that was Bruce had gained a foot to his frame and even the chair creaking and groaning suggested he had put on a tremendous amount of weight. All of this started just from Banner being hot and bothered and even as he sat there, hands off his meaty cock, his growth slowed to a crawl. Maybe masturbating really did set off a chain reaction. "Bruce, I can't believe I'm saying this but, I need you to... to keep touching yourself." The massive brute huffed and eagerly continued to work his shaft. He didn't need a puny human telling him what to do, but it seemed he enjoyed the show. The green monster couldn't help but flex while he continued to pump his monster cock. "Puny human, like what you see?" Of course Richard liked what he was seeing but did Bruce really not know who he was? "Banner, it's me, Richard. You know who I am right?" Richard said all the while the green behemoth continued fondling his girthy length, his body growing continuously as more rips and seams formed across his clothes. The growing hulk grunted as he opted to stand, his feet bursting through his shoes as he suddenly increased in height, grunting as his muscles expanded in a rapid burst, his shirt tearing and bursting as his muscles expanded further. "Hu-Hulk can't stop! Hulk want morreeeee." Richard fell backwards, staring up at the growing green giant. He stood at eight feet, clad in nothing but loose torn shorts made from his pants, already on the verge of breaking as they held his filling balls. Veins traveled across his hairy physique, sweat dropping like rain as droplets zig-zagged around the curves and crevices of his muscular body. Hulk radiated with such an immense heat, still pumping his loins as he inched closer to the ceiling. "H-Hulk?" Richard could only question the new name of his partner. The green giant roared and flexed, all but tearing the last vestigial remains of his shorts off. His balls dropped with a pleasant bounce, bringing a blush to the huffing brute's face. "What?!" He barked as the man called out his name, he stepped toward him, his muscles moved in tremendous harmony, like semi trucks maneuvering around a parking lot. Hulk grit his teeth and growled. "What human want from Hulk?" Richard had to constantly crane his head back to keep the approaching Hulk in view. He stood uncomfortably close with his foot and a half prick poking against the scientist's chest, smearing pre into his work shirt. Richard continued to gawk up at Hulk, his heat and odor getting to his sensitive senses. Without saying anything, Richard put both of his hands onto the Hulk's shaft, slowly moving his palms back and forth, the deep green foreskin stretching and pulling back. The Hulk snarled growing impatient moments before the human's hands were upon him, slowly working his shaft. The big green man placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. He licked his lips and moaned gently as his shaft was working. "H-hulk feel good. More! Hulk want more!" Sweat formed on Richard's face as both the heat emanating from the Hulk's body combined with the lingering expectations expressed by his oversized partner. Never before would he have imagined himself in this situation, his lab assistant several times bigger, enraptured by sexual acts conducted from both curiosity and fear. Nevertheless, Richard picked up his pace, pressured by the brute's anticipation. The Hulk groaned and placed his free hand on Richard's head, stroking him gently as the man pleased him. The green giant felt a rise in pressure through out his body, drawing several long growls from him as his muscle inflated further, straining his emerald skin as his grip grew stronger on the human's head. Each stroke served to separate the smaller scientist's hands apart from each other as the shaft pushed up and out. He was growing. The stimulus from each masturbatory act only fueled the beast's power. Ever so slightly did the Hulk's shoulders bulge horizontally, chest furl forward, legs thicken in every direction, feet and hands scaling to larger sizes. His head remained almost untouched with the exception of his jawline growing bulkier, his brow shelving and cheek bones more pronounced. His overall appearance was made manlier. The growing brute felt his power increase, his body take up more room, his figure growing more and more imposing. his shoulders grew further apart, granting more space for his muscles to expand into. His musculature bulged under his skin, as deeply striated and detailed as the support cables for a bridge. He smirked down at the human, as he grew smaller and smaller. He felt his balls slowly drop down, swelling as his seed filled them, almost to bursting. Witnessing the scene of his colleague, brutish and virile, growing right before his eyes had ignited even the doctor to sink deeper into his love-making. Eagerly, Richard pressed his lips against the smelly underbelly of the green cock while his hands pushed towards the back side of the stiff tool, lathering the meat with his tongue. The smells, the taste, the increase in flesh and splendor, all of it left the two intoxicated. The growing brute cried out with each wave of growth that radiated out from his massive shaft. the smaller hands, the warm tongue and the sheer physical pleasure of this transformation was growing to be too much for the Hulk. "Hulk gonna... Need to cum!" Suddenly, Richard noticed the Hulk's involuntarily growth had ceased, replaced instead by a shaking sensation that tackled every foot of the green brute. He stepped away slowly, as if anticipating a bomb ready to go off at any moment. Hulk roared and grabbed his massive cock, working it furious as his felt his balls tighten, muscles deep inside him sprung to action as his hips involuntarily thrusting his shaft into the wall, pounding through the concrete until at last, release was granted, his thick seed shot out in pulses as he let out a guttural roar, flexing with all his might. His growth suddenly returned, his head slamming into the ceiling as his body expanded faster now. cords of muscle growing discordantly. He stared at the hand gripping his manhood, watching as his fingers ballooned one by one, his palm widened to match, knuckles popping and rising like mountains. He hissed and snarled as his other hand, curled into a fist grew to match. Hulk... feel HUGE!" he bellowed. Slowly, the orgasm subsided, the giant green man panted and rubbed his head, and slowly looked himself over, admiring his new mass and size. "Human... make Hulk feel grow again." he growled. Richard stood behind him, jaw dropped as he stared on at the miraculous presentation of the Hulk's fuzzy backside. So many muscles were shifting hypnotically from the simplest of movements. Richard's eyes widened in excitement when he looked below to see such an enormous ass, strong yet plump with curly hairs sprinkled between each cheek. Even below that, the Hulk's mighty testicles hung low between his legs, bigger than ever, reaching just below the knees and hairy, like the rest of his frame. The Hulk slowly turned to Richard, his brow furrowed in annoyance, his eyes deep in his skull now, as his brow had expanded tremendously. As he turned, the other scientist would get a clear view of the perfectly sculpted delts, his triceps and striated lats. His bicep slowly swung into view, as large as a car tire. His pecs followed, each globular mass jutted out from his chest like the peaks of a mountain. Across his body grew the gently curled, black hair. His lantern jaw was dusted with a healthy 5 o'clock shadow. Despite the perfect spectacle of throbbing muscles, sweat and hair, the Hulk's presentable turn brought forth an even bigger cock into view, growing flaccid now but thicker and bigger than before. The width could match even his hulking legs that draped in front of his titanic sack. Just how big could Hulk get? Richard could barely even process such a size. "Human no hear Hulk?" He grumbled stomping forward towards the man, cock swinging from side to side leisurely as he walked forward. "Human!" Shaking in fear, all Richard could mutter was "Y-Yes?" The Hulk started to fill his sight as he approached, a twelve foot muscle bound giant approaching, hunched over with abs of steel flexing and his traps carving indents into the concrete ceiling. The Hulk struggled to move at times, dragging his rising traps through the concrete roof, shaking the dust off his shoulder. "What happened?! How Hulk... grow?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "W-well Hulk, you're....hammer right there", Richard raised a finger pointing to the enormous girth between Hulk's legs. "That make's Hulk grow..." "Hammer? Hulk no have hammer. Have fists!" he growled, holding one out for Richard. "See! Better than hammer, stronger." He unfurled his fingers gently, his forearms rippling as the muscle pulled his ligaments in a synchronized dance. "Hulk remember though. Making Hulk feel good made Hulk grow. But Hulk remember... light, green, made Hulk! Get light, Hulk wanna see if it make Hulk Hulkier." "A light?", Richard asked questioningly. Perhaps he meant the machine. Green radiation could be the green light. If one dosage made him this big, what kind of an effect would another do to him? Regardless, Richard was almost giddy picturing the Hulk at a giant's size. After all, it was a discovery, a scientific discovery. He was ready to discover just how big man could be. "Hulk follow me" he said to him and walked out into the next room where the experiment took place. Part 2
  5. remerting

    Mr. Incredible VS Dr. Grow

    This was part of a collaborative roleplay I had with Arribous that we never finished. I found the whole thing to be hot and well written and I've always enjoyed Arribous' writing style. Hope everyone likes it. The scenario features a would-be villain attempting to sap away Mr. Incredible's super strength only to find that things go awry. Contains hyper, macro and some sexual scenes. "SO! Mr Incredible, we meet at last!" Bob heard the voice emerging from the darkness of the large, echoing room. His arms and legs were stiff, stuck in place as he felt suspended in air. Dramatically, fluorescent lights flickered on as the interior was lit, showing the warehouse in its entirety with shelves stacked against walls and a man standing before him. The figure wore a black jumpsuit with leather straps wrapped around his body. Bob turned to see what was restraining him as he noticed the two generator-like machines to his sides, buzzing loudly as they work to keep him trapped. Both wrists and ankles had been latched to metal plates with a noticeable blue energy surrounding them. He was left with both arms raised over his head, as if he had been shackled in some kind of dungeon. "What a pleasant surprise it is seeing you here. I didn't think you'd be so foolish to just waltz right through the door but now here you are, hands tied by my magnetized machine. I applaud your efforts." He didn't remember how he'd ended up like this, it was supposed to be an easy job that he could handle on his own. All he remembered was arriving at the warehouse...and then he ended up here. He knew his head was killing him, the middle-aged hero groaning and pinching his eyes closed as the ringing in his ears started to fade. "Ugh..." he groaned, shaking his head. He tugged at his restraints, testing them, finding that since they weren't physical objects he could overpower, he was stuck here. He sighed, hanging his head, an annoyed expression on his face as he looked at this...interesting individual. "Who're you?..." he grunted, not familiar with this person "Why I am Dr. Grow of course and you my friend are the very enticing Mr. Incredible. I've kept my eye on you for some time now." The masked villain said as he gave a slight pinch to his mustache. "Your superior strength is a fetching trait I hold much respect for. I'm almost jealous of it. I AM jealous of it." He turned away, giddy at the reveal of his master plan. "Brains aren't enough for me anymore. What I want is what you have." Bob sighed, furrowing his brow. He didn't have time for this, this was some two-bit hack that the police force shouldn't have any issue with. "You don't think a gym membership would have been easier than capturing me?" he said with a smirk, not particularly concerned. He didn't think this guy had much up his sleeve that could hurt him. "Oh believe me Mr. Incredible. What I have will make gyms obsolete! BEHOLD!" With a dramatic turn, Dr. Grow revealed his weapon. "This my burly friend will be the end of your super days: The Drain Gain!" The small ray gun was sleek and appeared comically canon to weapons of science fiction. "This little tool will suck the brawn right out of your body, harvesting your heroic muscle so 'I' can live in your shoes." The slightly-pudgy superhero was more curious than he was afraid, there was no way that this guy could drain his super-strength, right? Even if he got smaller, he'd still be able to draw upon his massive strength reserves whenever he needed to. He let the wannabe super villain boast about his device, remaining silent and waiting for an opening, his eyes darting around the room behind his mask as he looked for anything that could help him escape. "But why explain it when I can just show you." Giggling maniacally, Dr. Grow had switched the device to the first setting, aiming the Drain Gain at Bob with glee. "Any last words before I make you obsolete?" Bob grimaced, gritting his teeth a bit. "Once I'm out of this thing, you'll regret what you're about to do," he cautioned him, despite knowing it'd fall on deaf ears. "Do your worst." With the pull of a trigger, the weapon blasted a ray of green energy at the helpless hero, encompassing his form in an emerald aura that tingled his skin. Dr. Grow, smiling wide, looked on with excitement, desperate to spot the effects taking place. The process was slow and hard to notice but unbeknownst to Dr. Grow, his choice weapon was having the opposite effect. Even to Bob, he was convinced the alien sensation was taking a toll to his powers yet his figure sluggishly swelled. Bob grit his teeth as the ray hit him, expecting something painful...but he cracked an eye open when he didn't feel a blast of pain, only a strange tingling feeling working its way through his muscles. His suit creaked softly as the mass beneath it began to slowly expand outward, the hero instinctively flexing his muscle as best he could, given his position. The metal clamps around his calves and forearms were starting to feel rather tight. Slowly, Dr. Grow's smile was beginning to sink. At that point, the growth was noticeable to him. Bob's biceps had started to slowly swell closer to his face. His visible lats were wider, thick thighs even thicker, chest size growing, pushing out more. Something was wrong. Releasing his finger from the trigger, the growth had completely halted as the Doctor had disappointment written across his face. "Uhhh...give me a second here." Bob snickered, looking down at himself, his pecs having grown a bit thicker, his biceps tugging against his suit a bit. "Heh. Seems your little toy there might actually be useful. I think it grew me bigger...Maybe you need to turn it up some, maybe it'll work then," he said with a coy grin, hoping that the maddened doctor would go along with it. Maybe he'd get strong enough to break out of here. "Be quiet you! It's just a bug, nothing more..." As he examined the gun, Dr. Grow noted the setting set properly to drain. Perhaps down the line, his configuration functioned in the exact opposite. Switching the setting to gain, his confidence returned once again. "Now Mr. Meathead, watch as your new muscles suddenly vanish!" The beam struck him just the same, and the same effect happened. His muscles slowly swelled, his body getting thicker, wider, heavier...but since the machine was calibrated to only hold someone of his mass and not a larger person, his levitating bindings began to wobble, starting to let him drift down towards the ground. Seeing his opportunity, Bob grinned and began to struggle with the restraints, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the field's effect! "No! Stop!" Dr. Grow's attempts to remove his finger from the trigger hadn't stop the gun. The trigger was stuck in the active setting. No matter how hard he attempted to point his gun elsewhere, the stream was already too familiar with Bob's body. The magnetic machine was starting to groan. The added weight of Bob's mass was overloading it's field of influence. Bob was looking quite beefy now, his frame tumbling forward out of the machine's stasis field, falling to the ground and getting to his feet. Now that he was free, he quickly plied his strength to rip off the shackles around his wrists and ankles, freeing him from the device's grip permanently. But still that beam continued, his shoulders widening, his pecs flaring out in front of him, his glutes more defined and thicker beneath his suit. He grinned cockily, reaching up to flex one of his arms, grunting approvingly. "Whoof. Nice...don't suppose this is permanent, eh?" he chuckles, rubbing his arm. Prying the trigger with both of his fingers, the device finally went off. Now that his focus was on Bob, he stood stunned to see the hulkish hero, seven feet tall, almost seven feet wide. The sudden burst of brawn and beef had left the doctor scared. The moment was so perfect and now his plans had been thwarted on his own accord. And then there was Bob, holding his attention captive. The silk-like red suit stretching enough to show a hint of skin. The "I" insignia adorning his chest was pulling across his hefty breast. Even his black tights had a noticeable heft between his thighs. Dr. Grow was not only afraid, but intrigued. Bob took advantage of his opportunity, lowering his arms and flexing his biceps against his chest with a grunt and a broad grin. "Grrrh! I'd say that's a hell of a little toy you got there, doc! I think it about doubled my mass...look at me, heh," he chortled, relaxing his muscles and idly bouncing his thick pecs, a near-hypnotizing motion for the doctor. "What do you say about pumping me up a little more, eh? Even me out some? You've got scientific curiosity, right?" "Don't think this is over!" Dr. Grow said with a shake in his voice. "Just because you're some Adonis with...flawless arms and chiseled abs...and..." His concentration kept falling victim to the perfect physique he had crafted. "Laugh now, because I'm still going to drain you of all of that." The Doctor was lying of course. Even he knew that his weapon had no effect to suck the powers from his adversary. That still didn't stop him from holding his ray up and pulling the trigger, knowing well of his defeat. He might as well enjoy seeing his victor become even more irresistible. Bob ran his hands down his abs, touching every finely-contoured line, rumbling his approval. "Mmmmm. Even got rid of my pot belly too, heh. It might even help my hairline grow back," he chortled, raising his arms up and flexing, flaring his back out as wide as it could go. It was during this flex that he was struck with the beam again, which made him laugh deeply as he felt his body start to swell outward in every direction, gaining height and muscle and even more mass between his legs, the crotch of his suit stretching and deforming around his swelling manhood! "Rrrrghh, that's it! Keep it comin'!" he barked, his voice growing deeper and louder as he grew. Two feet was added to the glory of Bob's body before Dr. Grow stopped his gun again. The sheer arrogance of his nemesis toyed with his libido, drawing his enthusiasm towards his form. He approached Bob timidly, still pointing his weapon at him. "You like that don't you? You like being my lab rat." The doctor stood a few feet from his manly creation. He could see damp spots below the shoulders and around his chest. The smell of man was unavoidable, even at his distance. That suit; amazing that it still managed to keep itself around the curves of each bulbous muscle. He was even more amazed at how the ray was affecting the hero's member. The outline of his cock and balls had made his junk so apparent in the black speedo. His Drain Gain was never intentionally made to affect such an area but to the amusement of Dr. Grow, he wasn't complaining. Bob's hands reached up to grope and heft his newfound pec-shelf, a manly grunt of approval rising from his throat. "Hrrnnfh...I like getting bigger, and stronger. And you seem excited to give that to me. Maybe...you always wanted me so big and huge and hung, eh?" he chuckled, reaching a hand down to shamelessly grope at his package, the soft cock as thick as his wrist and so long it was forced to curve forward and below his nuts inside the stretchy confines of his suit. Sweat was starting to pool under his suit, soaking into the water-resistant fabric, beads rolling down his face as he panted and groaned under his newfound bulk. Dr. Grow almost pawed at his figure, fixated on giving it a touch. He was still frightened, fearing his worth drain with every blast, yet he still wanted to fire at him. "Tell me big boy, how desperate do you want to grow?" "Hahaha," Bob laughed, turning to the side for a side-chest pose, grunting as he flared his incredible pecs outward, tensing his bicep against them. "You say that like there's any outcome aside from you blasting me again. But I'll humor ya. I wanna GROW. REALLY huge," he grunted, his voice carrying a lot more presence now. "Give it to me." The desire for growth almost worried him more but his attitude suggests he doesn't take the villain serious enough. Nervously, Dr. Grow replied: "First, you kneel." Bob chortled, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Heh, yeah, why not?" he grunted, a little caught up in his growth himself. He dropped down to one knee, still looking down at the shrimpy doctor, though not quite as much as he had been a few moments ago. "I'm waiting," he grunted in mock annoyance, the heat from his body radiating off him like sunbeams. Dr. Grow's heartbeat was racing. He was actually complying to his demands. "Raise up your arm", he asked, hoping the loyalty was still present. It was never really there to begin with, Bob was just playing along so that he could grow bigger. He raised his arm as bidden and flexed, the bicep peaking up enormously, so tall that he could rub his knuckles on the top of it! "Hah, like this?" No reply was made. The glorious mountain of arm was a sight to behold, yet the bothered doctor had his interests below it. He crept closer to his pit, breathing heavy of its aroma. The already sweaty face of Dr. Grow was moistened further by the damp surface of the lat. He only continued to close in further towards his body. If Mr. Incredible can enjoy his newfound size, why couldn't the doctor? Bob grinned wolfishly as he realized what the doctor was getting so worked up about, the scent radiating from his pits, cascading down the inside of his suit, his man-stink leaking out despite the tight elastic contours of his suit. "Heh, you like my smell, doc? Y'know, it'd probably be a lot stronger if I grew big enough to rip out of this thing. But it can take a lot of stretching, so I'd have to get pretty damn big." "And big you will be, once I'm done with you..." The doctor leaned into Bob's side, face pressing against the cavernous contours of his pit. His tongue rolled against the fabric, the musk unbelievable to his senses. One hand caressed the side of Bob's chest, grazing against the protruding nipple under his suit while his other hand felt the lumpy surface of his flaring back. Above him was the mass of Bob's arm, still dripping on top of the wimpy doctor. "Grrhh...yeah, get a taste of a real man," he grunted, tensing his fist and flexing his bicep and lat and pec as strong as he could, the exertion causing the sweat spot to spread further, his musk invading the doctor's nostrils even more fully, he felt Bob's incredible, spicy male-scent reach into his lungs and brain! "Mmmnf, lick my pits more, taste my manhood little guy!" Dr. Grow obliged, lathering every inch of Bob's pit with his mouth. While he tasted the super beast, his arm reached for his ray gun again, unleashing another wave of growth while he savored the salty taste of man. Bob closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat as his nine-foot frame began to swell and bloat upward and outward once again, his muscle creaking beneath his suit as it grew bigger, thicker, stronger. He didn't even know how this might interact with his powers, but he had no doubt it'd make him exponentially stronger! His free hand reached up to heft his pecs, fingering the meaty nipple beneath the suit with a groan, sliding his palm down his bulging 8-pack of abs, feeling the Adonis belt he'd grown under his fingers...he was getting so BIG now, he had to be more than twelve feet tall, looking like he weighed two tons of musclebound brawn! The suit was still holding, but who knows how long that'd keep up. Stopping his ray gun again, Dr. Grow dismounted from Bob's soaking pit, stepping away as to fit every inch of sweat soaked muscle into view. Mr. Incredible was a titan. It was amazing how much room had vanished from his presence. Seeing his deep red suit turn pinkish, stretching from how much muscle it had retained inside only made the doctor tingle. All plans of sapping the hero's muscle were burned away by the villain's libido; the results were just too good. There was still so much room in the warehouse for him to continue and he saw no reason to stop soon. Still, he enjoyed toying with Bob. Any power he had over him was dictated by him giving Bob power. He was all too excited to continue his game. The hulking blonde superhero grunted, flexing his biceps against his chest, leaning his head back against his swollen traps, a broad and eager smile on his face. "Mnnnf. How do I look, Doc?" he snickered, raising both of his monster biceps and flexing them with a growl, the twin peaks of muscle forcing his forearms to bend outward. "Look at me...look how WIDE I am, haha! I feel stronger than ever!" Indeed, Mr. Incredible's physique was pushing to freakish levels. The enticing flexes and soaked suit only played with the Doctor's composure. "Yes, you've certainly grown quite a bit, but you're still too weak, wouldn't you agree?" his eyes fixated on the knee hanging clad member. Bob nodded eagerly, smiling brightly and relaxing from his flex, looking down at the doctor and looming over him, now more than double his height and hungry for more. "Oh yeah. I could stand to be a LOT bigger. I dunno what kinda freaky beast I'm gonna grow into...but I can't wait to get there and find out!" "Then you'll be a good little hero and let me... inspect your changes." The doctor's voice was breathy and dry. He crept closer to the heaving mound of cock, wrapped snugly into the distended leathery tights of Bob's suit. The member had grown to half the doctor's size with the leg holes extending on the sides to show the pink skin wrapped away by his red suit. The pouch was incredibly moist and musky and the smell only intensified the closer he came to it. From his perspective, he could see Bob's face slowly falling into obscurity behind his pumped up pecs. Both of his hands caressed the bulge, tiny in comparison to its magnificence. The balding demigod moaned happily as he felt those tiny hands on his massive dick, grinning from ear to ear and reaching forward with one of his huge hands, gripping the doctor's back and shoving him closer, pushing his face into the incredible bulge between his legs, smearing his face with the sweat pooling beneath his suit. "Yeahhh, how's that feel, little guy? How's my muscle-sweat smell?" he grunted, getting into his status as a growing beastman. It was impressive and divine in its shape. Dr. Grow could only imagine it unsheathed from its restraints but settled to see the outfit pushed to its limits. His hands attempted to lift the meat from its underside but his strength could not compare to its weight. Eagerly, Dr. Grow hoisted himself on top, feebly trying to climb on top of the manhood, pushing his weight against the thick bulge. He could feel his feet shifting as they slid the skin underneath the fabric. The hero's bulge was so big that it was enough of a platform for the smaller man to stand on top of as he balanced against the hulk's body. Bob chortled at how into this the doctor was getting, reaching down with his monster arms and pulling the little fella in to his abs, burying his face in the stretched-out bit of the suit that crossed the divide between his pecs. The doctor was in complete rapture. Half of his very being was scorched in the heaty embrace of his captive. His face could very well sink in between the crevice of the behemoth's chest. He craned his head upwards to catch a glimpse of the ripened man, lost in the handsome smug smile he had with masked eyes half way closed. It was hard to focus on such an amazing jaw line when the hero's breast continued to obscure it from sight. Dr. Grow widened his embrace until his hands glided far enough to caress the beefy nipples wrapped in red. It took the entire span of his arms to finally reach such a prize but that only excited him to realize just how immense the man had become. Bob groaned and instinctively bucked his hips gently at the touch of his fat, swollen nipples. His eyes pinched closed and he moaned softly, his smug grin getting even wider. "Nggghhfff...yeah...squeeze those super-nips, doc. See if you can even dent 'em!" he chortled, flexing his pecs against the doctor's frame. Just as Bob claimed, they were as tough and thick as the rest of him, it was like trying to squeeze a fleshy can of soda that was filled with lead! Much to Bob's ego, the grip of the doctor proved just how weak he really was, showcasing the comparison of just how mighty he's become. One flex of Incredible's chest swallowed up half of Dr. Grow's face, snaring him in walls of clothed, sweaty flesh that dumped the intoxicating alpha stench into the doctor's olfactory senses. Truly he has created something divine and despite Bob being so easily capable of snuffing the villain out, the doctor was rewarded instead with peak masculinity. The hulking hero groaned with bliss as he felt his chest muscles so easily engulf the normal-sized man, a hungry grin crossing his face as he pondered what to do next. His fingers were too thick to use that device that the doctor had, so he needed the little guy to cooperate with him. His man-stink seemed to be intoxicating to the little man...he wanted to grow more, so he needed the doctor to slip further and further into unthinking bliss. To that end he relaxed his chest and hoisted the doctor upward, leaning forward to press his lips to the much smaller man's own, growling as his tongue hungrily invaded the little man's mouth, stamping his masculinity and superiority into his face forever. So much force had entered into Grow's mouth. His hero was eager for more and communicated his hunger in a way that awarded the doctor further. With his face meeting with Mr. Incredible's, Dr. Grow had to lay belly-first across Bob's vast chest just to be drunk from. His noodly arms wrapped around the bullish neck, thrilled to be experiencing such a lust not only from himself but from his experiment, his guinea pig. He could make him as big as he wanted to and still he would beg for more. Happily, the doctor aimed his gun behind the giant's head and dosed him yet again as they continued to kiss. He felt the fabric beneath him stretching and creaking as it turned a lighter shade, the suit growing tighter and tighter across the hulking giant's frame. But if it bothered him in any way, he didn't show it, groaning in bliss as he began to expand outward once more. His voice grew deeper, his bones creaked as he grew taller, and the tongue filling the doctor's mouth expanded slightly. His head was growing but nowhere near the pace the rest of him was, his proportions were becoming freakier and freakier with each subsequent dose! Another ton and a half of muscle was added to his godlike body, swelling up past 14 feet in height. His man-stink rose into the air like heatwaves off of asphalt, filling the doctor's lungs with every breath he took. Dr. Grow had to part mouths, coughing as the intensity of Bob's hot breath was almost too much. As the ray stopped, he noticed just how much his position had been rearranged, his flat body balancing 90 degrees against hulking pecs instead of the previous slope. Knowing this, the doctor was all too eager to see what had become of Mr. Incredible. The middle-aged, balding hero chortled deeply when he looked down at the little man laying on his chest, reaching up to grab his lab coat with two fingers and hoist him up, leaning forward and placing him on the ground at his feet, allowing him to look up in wonder at the demigod he'd created. He couldn't see anything below Bob's eyes thanks to the huge shelf of his pecs, and the superhero was all too eager to make his head vanish completely with a simple flex of his titanic pecs, his body so wide that there was no way Grow could reach both of his nipples at once now. "Hahaha...Whaddya think, doc? Am I big enough yet?" he gloated, raising his arms to flex his biceps, the deep armpits soaked with sweat. "Nnghhh...pits feel all bunched up...must be a lot more hair in there than there used to be..." The doctor was dumbfounded. the sheer width of the titan was inhuman to say the least and the suit he wore, still clinging for dear life, hid almost nothing. Every freckle and hair follicle could be seen with only a hint of red shrouding it faintly. Dr. Grow had to keep stepping back just to keep the godly man in full view. "Amazing. You must show me more." Bob grunted, lowering his arms and pawing at his crotch, which had also grown disproportionately huge compared to his height. The gigantic shank of flesh in his suit had to be at least five feet long, and looked to be completely soft as well, his balls each the size of his bicep! "More..." he groaned, his eyes half-lidded, flexing his bicep against his pecs to rub and squeeze his nipples, his suit growing more and more soaked with his scent. "Believe me. I want more too, but I want to experience you my way. I've only seen you from the front but what are you hiding from the behind?" "Hehehe...there's more than you can see, doc. Check this out." His body sloooowly turned in place, each footfall shaking the warehouse around the two of them, making the ground beneath Grow's feet shake and rumble. He gradually turned his monolithic backside to the curious doctor, raising his arms and making his lats flare out as wide as they could go. "HRRRNNGHHH...YEAH...Check out this power, doc!" he roared, his back surging to more than ten feet in width! "My my, how much you've grown. I guess every part of you is perfect... well almost." Dr. Grow drank in the view, his eyes treated to a helping of Bob's beef. With his massive legs spread wide, the doctor couldn't help but keep his focus on Bob's low swinging balls, dangerously close to riding against the floor. Even more impressively was the ass. Luscious and fat yet still powerful and rippling, the two glutes were in a constant state of squeezing the life out of the black spandex that were strung between the boulders, each one having grown higher over the waist that even Mr. Incredible's lower lumbar was nearly unviewable by the enclosure of lats and cheeks. "Oh my..." Bob snickered, wiggling his ass in the air for the doctor's enjoyment, flexing the two gigantic, mountainous glutes together. "Grrhhhh. I could crush coal into diamond between these, haha! Anything you want flattened?" he asked with a cocky tone, squatting down to let his titanic nuts rest on the ground. "Nghhff...feel so heavy hanging from my crotch like that..." "Your ass is something to behold my guinea pig." Dr. Grow started to walk back towards Bob, as to gain a better view of his rump. The heat intensified with each of his steps. No doubt the entire warehouse was a sauna of stench, windows clearly retaining droplets of moisture in the air. "In fact, there's one last thing you can do for me and after this, I'll give you the fix you so deservingly need." Bob chortled, lowering his arms and attempting to look over his shoulder at the doctor, but his traps were too damn huge to make it possible! "Heh. I dunno if you can give me what I need at this point, doc. But I'll humor ya. What's that little thing ya need?" "Lay yourself down so I can experience that luscious rump of yours. After that, I'll make sure that damn suit comes off of you, and then some." The hero grunted, squatting down further, letting his knees impact the ground with a massive earth-shaking FOOM that rattled some of the sweat off the windows. His suit was fitting him like a second skin at this point, nearly transparent from being stretched so much, his body coated in sweat and man-fur that he hadn't had before. He laid down on his front, laughing as his pecs propped him up so much that he was forced to rotate his torso to the side, hiking his ass into the air to let the doctor explore it. "Heh. Try not to get lost in there, little man." So much mass had shifted with such a change in posture. With Bob having no space below him, his titanic nuts pressed out between his legs, right before reaching the prized booty. The doctor could see it now. The older man's crack had been loaded with blonde salt and pepperish hairs, barely concealed from the red suit. It was almost time to be rid of that obstruction but first, Grow climbed on top of Bob's ballls and graciously mashed his hands against the hulking glutes. He could feel the hair trapped beneath the suit crackling and grinding up against itself as he manhandled Bob's glutes, the man-stink just as strong here as it was everywhere else, a mohawk of fur ready to burst out from between his glutes the moment the suit was torn from his body. The hero flexed one glute, then the other, like a wave filled with steel. "Hahaha, you know, guys my age usually get a prostate exam, you up for the task, doc?" he teased, reaching back to grip his glutes tightly, pulling them apart as much as he could, exposing more hair and even more man-smell. "I'll give you something better." With a new air of dominance, Grow lowered his head into the enclosure, hoping almost to please Mr. Incredible as much as he was pleasing himself. He felt in control yet a part of him still enjoyed the idea of being Bob's bitch in the end. Deeper he went. Grow was slack jawed and ready to feast from his god. His tongue readily lapped against Bob's pulse. Even through the suit he could taste Bob's incredible manly essence, coating his tongue like an oil and overwhelming his senses, making him feel warm and hard as a rock atop the weathered hero. "Grrhh...that you eatin' my ass, doc? Hard to tell with how tiny and weak you are," he grunted matter-of-factly. Bob's words fell on deaf ears. Grow can tell he was speaking with command as his powerful words almost vibrated across his body. Nevertheless, the doctor kept swiping his tongue, drinking in the moment he would never experience again. With a grunt, Bob let go of his ass cheeks, letting them gently enfold the doctor between them, feeling his mass and power and warmth and sweat and stench surround him, temporarily trapping him in this musky jungle of flesh and fuzz, surrounded on all sides by glute muscle! What Bob hadn't expected was that familiar rush of growing energy coming from his ass of all places. As euphoric as having every inch of his body caressed by man-flesh, the doctor grew Bob further, letting the walls part away as to let him breath for air. Slipping out, the doctor fell out past the testicles and onto the floor, gasping and smiling as his arm was still extended, dosing Mr. Incredible more, sealing their deal. The hulking superhero groaned with delight as he felt his body swelling upward and outward, he was growing wider faster than he was growing taller! But he didn't mind, his rock-hard member throbbing as it reached up to his chin, the middle-aged hulk laughing as he raised his arms and tore the roof of the warehouse in half with a single motion, bending the metallic roof like it was made of aluminum foil. He took a big breath of the fresh air outside, now more than 50 feet tall, laughing with a steadily-deepening voice. "Haha! Yeah, that feels AWESOME, doc! Keep going! I'm gettin' so damn BIG and it feels better the bigger I get!" It was finally happening. The paper thin fabric that squeezed against the ever expanding musculature of the hunky hero was finally tearing. Rip by rip, the red uniform was giving up its endeavor to keep Bob remotely covered. The first to go were the black tights, their defeat obvious by the god cock that Bob had, nearing a size to his own body. Dr. Grow could only gawk at how much mass the titan was gaining, though the ray gun was proving to be less potent as Bob's dense muscles needed more and more energy to grow on. His sudden burst of size slowed down a bit as the tiny man below held his arm out to keep it going. He giggled to himself, smiling and licking the salty sweat that poured down on him as he was under his creation. "You hot monster..." left his lips whisperly, but unbeknownst to the villain, Mr. Incredible just so happened to hear him. All of the superhero's senses and powers were seemingly amplified by the ray's energy, not just his size and strength! He laughed as he turned to face the doctor, casting a shadow over him thanks to his massive pecs, his gigantic nipples pointed straight down due to the heft of his chest, leaking big drops of sweat as the hot sun warmed him up even further, the thick tangles of chest and armpit fur giving up big splatters of his sweat. "Grrr, that's right, doc! A hot monster that you created! I feel UNSTOPPABLE now!!" he roared, flexing a massive bicep, making the rest of his suit tear off, the peak of his muscle so tall he could press his palm flat against it! Dr. Grow stood up in shock, amazed to see the giant so high up hear him so vividly. As his finger left the trigger, stopping the growth temporarily, a large thin shedding of super suit had landed on the doctor's head, the smell so intoxicating and addictive, he was almost hesitant on even taking it off. His super beast was fully nude, drenched and clearly horny now, his mammoth chest inhaling and exhaling as though he had just finished a brutal work out. Citizens outside could be heard panicking at the sudden emergence of a 100 ton man attempting to look down at his tiny acolyte. Out of all the chaos ensuing, Grow could only say one thing: "Wait...you can hear me?" "Yeah!" Bob said with a grin. "Why, should I not be able to? I can hear all kinds of stuff, doc. Every part of me feels stronger. "Why'd you stop with the gun? Don't you want me even BIGGER, a more POWERFUL monster-freak for you?" he asked with a cocky expression, bouncing his massive pecs, sandwiching his freakish cock between them and starting to pec-fuck himself. Supposedly the ray gun had given the monstrous man some newfound power, another unforeseeable mistake thanks to Dr. Grow's incompetence at villainy. "Well... you'd want that wouldn't you?", he said, choking on his own words, although deep down he too wanted his experiment to take on magnitudes of size. "Besides, why the hurry? Why not show me just how much you love your new size. The city has so much to offer."
  6. FREaky

    Way Too Big by F_R_Eaky

    Way Too Big by F_R_Eaky [Kind of going for a rework of a short little story here. Hope you find it entertaining.] Paul was an average man living an average life, in an average city, in an average neighborhood, in a fairly average house, but it was one of those turn of the last century Victorian houses so it was a little on the big side. Every day the slightly hairless, five foot eleven inch tall, one hundred forty-five pound man with size nine shoes would face a challenge just to live in the house: During waking up and getting his shower, as he would pass by the large vent grates they would clack open and one of his feet would fall through leaving him stuck trying to pull his foot out. Each morning for breakfast his cupboards stretched so high, all the way up to the fifteen foot tall ceiling, Paul had to pull out a very large step stool to reach his cereal. Every afternoon as he tried to go from the inside to the outside or back through the cellar, his outside cellar doors would groan from their tremendous weight due to their incredibly large and thick size, and they would at least once a day snap out of Paul's hands as his thin, little arms tried to pull them open or shut. Then the windows, which like all windows do, hissed letting in a little bit of air, but they were so large, allowing so much air through their sills and jams, it was enough to whistle and howl, and the air chilled poor Paul to the bone. "Way too big..." Paul would complain. It didn't stop there. Paul had a lover. His lover was tall, hefty and healthy, with large enough feet, and beautiful hair. The lover would always smile and giggle whenever Paul would complain that the house was way too big as the lover had no problems with the house at all. But the lover only added to Paul's problems for when it came to moments of great passion, the lover would snore during and after Paul had worked up an incredible sweat and reached a mighty orgasm, as though Paul hadn't either caressed or entered the lover at all. "Way too big..." Paul would complain about his lover, and he thought often that he would have to end the relationship. And so for years it went on like this. Every day the vents would clack, the cupboards would streeeeetch, the doors would groooooan and SNAP!, the windows would hissssssss, and his lover would snore, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, and Paul would complain, "Way too big...." Finally Paul had enough and one day he decided to schedule an appointment with an outstanding psychiatrist, the local phenomenon, Dr. Wisemann. On the day of his appointment Paul went into Dr. Wisemann's office, lay down on the couch and said... "Doctor, my house is way too big. Every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, and my lover snores. What can I do?" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "Do you have many rooms in your house?" "Yes...." "You must rent one out to a soccer or rugby player." Paul wondered how on earth that would help with his house being too big, but he put an advertisement on rental chat boards and wound up renting one of his rooms out to a very tall and very built rugby player: 6' 10" tall, three hundred and ten pounds, size 24 shoes. However having this rugby player walking around annoyed Paul very much. It was like having a moveable wall in the house. Whenever Paul didn't notice him coming, going through a doorway or turning a corner in the hallway, he would run into the rugby player and it actually felt like running into a wall. But the worse thing about it was the rugby players feet, worse if those feet were in his enormous shoes. Every time the rugby player would walk around the house, his huge dawgs would make a great patting sound that echoed throughout the house. If in shoes or worse his rugby cleats, the rugby player would clomp. So now, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, and the player clomps. "Way too big...." said Paul and off he went to the visit the psychiatrist, Dr. Wisemann again. "Doctor, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, my lover snores, and the player clomps. My house and renter are way too big." "You should rent another room out to a basketball player." "Rent a room out to a basketball player?!?" Paul thought this extremely odd but Dr. Wisemann was a professional, so he placed another advertisement on the rental chat board and soon had another room rented to a basketball player who was 7' 4" with a decent athletic build, although no where as big and strong as the rugby player, and had decent sized feet too, although not as big as the rugby player's. Again problems arose. Even though the basketballer wasn't as built as the rugby player, do to his extreme height he still took up a lot of room in the hallway. It was still like running into a wall, but a wall that wasn't quite as thick. Not only that, but no matter where the basketballer sat, his legs seem to stick out several feet from beyond the chair, or couch, or even the bed. Anytime they were all together, Paul had to jump over the basketballer's legs or trip. Due to his profession, the basketballer never walked, he always kind of sprinted here and there about the house and so he would create a racket when walking: stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp! And so, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, and the basketballer stomps. "Way too big..." Paul complained of his house and renters. Once more Paul went out to visit Dr. Wisemann, the psychiatrist. "Doctor, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, and the basketballer stomps. Everything regarding my house is way...too...big!" "You must rent another room out to a bodybuilder." "Rent a room out to a bodybuilder?!?" Paul thought the idea was utter non-sense, but as the man was mental health care professional, he took out another advertisement on a renters' chat board and soon had the room rented to hulking beast of a man: 6' 8" tall, 415 pounds, size 17 shoe. Now things were getting crowded in the house. If three of them met up in the hallway it became a bit of a squeeze to get through. Usually Paul wound up in the middle, and no matter which way he turned he'd wind up staring at chest. This was especially difficult and somewhat humiliating if it was him, the player, and the bodybuilder. If all four of them met in the hallway it became a game of vertical formed Twister as everyone attempted to turn sideways, step over, or duck under each other. Worse yet was the basement where the bodybuilder kept his weight system. Plates of weights were all over the floor, and as poor Paul attempted to make his way to the washing machine and the drier to do laundry, he would trip over the huge 100 pound and 200 pound sized plates. Although, the bodybuilder added to the general din of the house when walking like the rugby player and basketballer did, he actually would make more noise while working out with his weights in the basement. Paul could hear him all the way up in the attic. The bodybuilder would lift and throw weights around while exercising and they would clank. While he was lifting, he would grunt. So soon, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, while the bodybuilder clanks and grunts. "Way too big!" Paul said in frustration and scheduled another appointment with his mental health doctor. "Dr. Wisemann....every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, and now the bodybuilder clanks and grunts. Everything is WAY....too.....big!" "You must rent out a room to an herbalist." "What?!?" Paul didn't understand the logic of this, but at least this time it wasn't another athlete. Perhaps the herbalist could create an herbal remedy to sooth Paul's nerves. Once again an advertisement was placed and was soon filled by an herbalist of great skill... ... ... ... and also great size: 6' 10", three hundred and twenty-five pounds, size 18 shoe. But it was becoming very crowded in the house now. Five men living in the house was bad enough, but they had all their stuff: Paul all the goods for owning and running a house, the rugby player all his uniforms, cleats, balls, and weights; the basketballer with all his uniforms, training shoes, sneakers, and balls; the bodybuilder with all his weights, his posers, his workout clothes, and food and protein supplements overflowing the kitchen pantry, and now there was the herbalist and all his herbs, flowers, oils, and mortar and pestle spilling out of the kitchen cupboards. Although the herbalist could be adding to the noise of the weights due to working out, he added a different noise all together. Beginning a treatment to try and help Paul calm down and become less stressed, he began to liberally apply a paste to Paul's balding head, his chest, abs, and sparingly to Paul's arms and legs. However in order to make this paste, as well as other pastes and powders for his customers, he constantly had to grind seeds, leaves, and petals up in the mortar and pestle. Everyday Paul could hear him grinding and grinding away. It didn't take long until every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, while the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds. "Way too big...." Paul said to himself and off he went again to the psychiatrist's office. "Doctor, I do not believe you are understanding me. Every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, my lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, while the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds. Everything in my house and renting space in my house is WAY TOO BIG!" "You must rent one more room to a porn star." "Rent a room to a whom?! A What?!?" Poor, poor Paul was nearly at the end of his wits, but decided to try the doctor's methods one more time. In a few short hours the advertisement was up and answered and the attic space was now being rented out by a very big, hefty, and hung porn star: 7' tall, three hundred ninety pounds, size 20 shoes, with a cock that was ten inches soft, and 14 inches long by 7 inches thick when erect. The Porn star didn't help the traffic situation in the hallways. Nor did he help the room situation with all his stuff: tanning creams, lubricant, sex toys, penis pumps, cock rings, herbal remedies for stamina and virility - which the herbalist helped tweak to be even better, of course. And although he contributed to the density of din that echoed through the house whenever anyone, except Paul, began to walk, the porn star was heard most of the time when alone upstairs in the attic as he was jacking off and jelqing daily, if not hourly, to keep his penis size and learn how to keep it hard, stiff, and throbbing, for hours upon end. All of this culminated in a loud shout of ecstasy as he blew his load. Eventually, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds, as the star jacks, jelqs, and moans. Paul meditated and tried to figure out why this prescription was being given to him. He tried to allow it to work. But things just kept getting worse. He was getting tired of seeing and talking too chests, then having to strain his head to see eye to eye with his renters. He had to push and pull to move weights out of the way in order to get to the laundry room. He had climb the cupboard and reach the top of it in order to get to his food. He had to kick balls out of his way from room to room or learn how to catch them, or other objects accidentally kicked or knocked over by the behemoth renters before those objects hit the floor or another object and broke. He began to itch from all the treatments the herbalist was giving him. It got to the point where he spent most of the day moving weights around to get to the laundry, or spent all day climbing and reaching for the top of the cupboard, or kicking balls around the house or yard to get to the garden or the living room, or fighting for space in the hallway. To pick up after all these brutish men, to wash the dishes after all of these huge, giant, portion meals. He couldn't even fix himself a meal anymore, they just made extra for him, trying to make up for the mess they'd leave to be cleaned up. Course this was only worse as it left a huge, heavy pile of dishes to do. Paul called for a meeting, and stared at their necks as he told them off a little, that they needed to help clean up after themselves, put their equipment away. Try to treat the house like a home and not a pig sty or garbage dump. But things didn't get better. Paul had to quit his job in order to take care of the house. Still pushing around weights, still climbing and reaching for the top of the cupboard, kicking balls out of the hallway, various rooms, around the yard. He would wake up to the herbalist making up for lost treatments when Paul wouldn't come see him, by slathering the paste on him at night. He began to hide, and then take the star's supplements, and then take (and sometimes use) his equipment to stop him from jacking, jelqing, and screaming in ecstasy. He still was washing large piles of dishes after everyone, including himself sat down to gigantic meals of 2,500 - 3,000 -3,500 calories, each meal, per day! Paul eventually talked to them one day, looking them eye to eye, to make sure they understood, things needed to improve. But the weights being tossed around in the basement got larger and heavier, and more and more of them appeared. Poor Paul couldn't get to the laundry room as frequently as he needed, and he need to wash their clothes first to take care of the smell of sweat and musk permeating every room. Ultimately at one point he had to start wearing their clothes as he had none of his own washed, and they were so baggy on him, he rustled around the house in them, holding them up, or using safety pins to make their waist and neck holes tighter. Not to mention all the sheets and towels the porn star went through after jacking off two, three, four, five, ten, twenty times as day. The stench from them alone was almost too much to take. A couple of the balls even got bigger and heavier, looking more like they were made of crude white leather, loosely tied around a ball. His food, letters or packages, and books kept getting placed higher and higher upon the shelves and cupboards. His shoes disappeared into a sea of boat sized men's shoes, he eventually took to wearing a pair of theirs just to shuffle around the house in to keep his feet from being banged up and bruised, after all the kicking wore out his shoes. His body was now itching all over from head to toe due to the paste the herbalist kept treating him with and so Paul scratched and scratched. Paul was getting so made he would storm around the house: thud, Thud, Thud, THUD! Now every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, his lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds, the star jacks, jelqs, and moans, as Paul rustles, shuffles, and thuds about the house. "It's not working everything is way too fucking big!" Paul went to Dr. Wisemann's office in a rage. "WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?!?", he screamed. "These renters of mine are driving me nuts. I can't find my own shoes in the sea of large boats for shoes these men have, so I must come here barefoot! I can't wash my own clothes as I have to take care of theirs first, and look at this shirt! I kind of, sort of, fit in it. It's just slightly too large. It means it's one of mine, not theirs, as I swim in their clothing. They've put on and worn and stretched the hell out of it. My own clothing! I'm getting big and fat due to this huge ass meals they eat and serve. I feel like I'm having a three course dinner for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I have to pick up their shoes, their balls, their clothes. I have to reach, and stretch, and jump, and climb up to get my mail, my books, my food because they, for some reason, always put the average man's stuff on the top shelf or the top of the unit. I've been pushing and lifting weights around to keep them off the floor. I've had to eat penis size pills to keep one renter from hunting them down, finding them, taking them, and waking us all up at three in the morning because he's horny and jacking off like a mad man! "I have tried your method but now, every day the vents clack, the cupboards stretch, the doors groan and snap, the windows hiss, my lover snores, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds, the star jacks, jelqs, and moans, while I rustle, shuffle, and thud around the house! I will say it one time, loudly and clearly so you can properly tell me what to do. My house and my renters are WAY....TO....FUCKING....BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG!" The psychiatrist sat in stunned silence, somewhat in awe and fear, but finally said, "Go home, release the porn star..." "Yes?" "Release the herbalist..." "Yes?" "Release the bodybuilder and the basketballer...." "Yes?" "And finally release the rugby player. Tell them they can't live there anymore and if you have any problems, call the authorities." And so Paul did just that. He apologized, sternly, as best as he could as he told them all they needed to find a new place to live. It took a couple of weeks of them finding a place and getting their stuff moved out and in, but eventually Paul had his house all to himself. But some things were accidentally left behind and Paul had to once more set about cleaning up. He found a pair of the rugby players shoes and moved them off to the side, finally uncovering his shoes he'd been looking for, for so long. Those shoes, however, no longer fit. Paul's foot absolutely dwarfed his size 9 tennis shoe. "What the hell? They must have replaced my shoes with similar ones in a kid's size." Paul shrugged it off and set about getting his clothes washed, but there was part of a weight set, a large part, left behind on the floor of the basement. Paul began to pick the plates up and stack them along a wall. Then...he stopped. It was a two-hundred pounder. Grant it, he didn't do it with ease, but he didn't pull nor push the plate, he picked it up with both hands - a two hundred pound weight. Paul stared at his hands, and then moved his gaze up to his forearms. They were huge, they were bulging, they were criss-crossed with throbbing, thick veins that rose up to the top of his skin level. They were like the arms of Popeye, except as Paul eventually looked at his upper arm, he noticed they weren't out of proportion like Popeye's forearms were. One of the veins made its way up the arm, traveling over an ample bicep that rose and popped whenever Paul flexed and pushed on it. The ball of the bicep when flexed rose and mounded, making the veins that ran over its peak squirm and wiggle so the biceps appeared to be as if a family of snakes were living in a bag. Grabbing some of his dirty clothes, Paul took them up to his room and shut the door behind him. He slowly began to peel and strip off the shirt and pants he had on, only to stop dead in his tracks where he stood. Four things caught his attention. This first was that as the clothes came off he noticed the hair on his legs and arms was much thicker and feather like than ever before. Not only that but hair was going from his groin, up his abs and obliques, and over his chest. He had to do a little bit of a double take when noticing this because he realized in order to look closer at what he thought he glimpsed, he needed to brush his hair out from in front of his eyes. Paul was now a full-fledged bear with thick mane of head hair. The third thing he noticed was he wasn't wearing his own underwear but a pair, clean pair, from one of his renters. How was he able to wear these without them looking baggy. Not only that but as he stood there looking at the underwear, his crotch suddenly filled out and filled out more and more and more! His balls began to swell and inflate, hanging heavier and lower, while his cock began oozing out from his groin area getting longer and longer and longer and thicker! Soon the pouch of the underwear hung low and pulled the waistband down and out from Paul's body. Paul couldn't believe what he was seeing. What was happening? He attempted to put his clothes on, but soon found out that was an impossibility. The legs of his jeans were too short for his legs. Extremely too short! Not to mention his package was too big for him to close the zipper, and even if he could do that, although his abs were tight, taut, and looked like a washboard, he had grown tall enough the waistband wouldn't fit. The same thing had happened to his shirt. While pulling it on, down over his head, shoulders, and chest, he discovered the hem only came down to slightly on or over his belly button. As he pulled that shirt down his back and shoulders began to rip out the back, while his chest caused a tear down the front, and his delts, not his arms, for the shirt was too short and small to reach them, began to split the sleeves. Hearing all these pops and rips, Paul turned, spun, and waddled around trying to find the cause, but this caused his thigh and calve muscles to flex and bulge and they began to blow the seam of his jeans, ripping down from hip to knee. "What has happened...." Paul didn't want to finish the thought. He had to get to a medical doctor and get their fast. He put on the clothes he was wearing before, realizing they weren't his stretched out, but had actually been something from one of his renters. He walked out of his bedroom, the bottom of the door frame tussling his new thick head of hair as he left. In the living room he grabbed the rugby player's cleats. "These will have to do" Sockless, he put on the cleats and then thought about where he should go. "This hospital is closer, but that hospital has better doctors, and they have a specialist in AUUUGH!" Suddenly Paul was racked with pain. His bones had knives running through them. His muscles were on fire. His skin itched. His balls swelled. His cock oozed. Suddenly the room was full of all sorts of noise: the sounds of breaking bone, swelling muscles, stretching skin, tearing fabric, snapping bands, popping buttons and laces. Paul was growing and growing quickly. Thinking to try and clear his head of the pain, Paul realized that over the course of his renters stay, he had been eating more, pushing and pulling on the plates every day, and had even begun picking them up. His foot had thickened and lengthened from all the ball kicking and his hands had done the same from catching items and handling the plates. He had grown up too. He was no longer looking up at them, but eye to eye with many of them. Somehow, someway he had been growing all this time. Living with a big footed rugby player, a long, tall basketballer, a huge developed and strong bodybuilder, and hung porn star, was making his body grow and grow. The herbalist's pastes had actually done their work and Paul was becoming hairy. Looking at his reflection in a cabinet door, Paul could see the hair come in across his sharpening cheek and jaw lines forming a wonderful two day stubble kind of look. The hair on top of his head grew out longer and longer until he had shoulder length hair that just lightly touched his shoulders. That's when he began to feel the clothes...his renters' clothes become tight on him. Moaning, Paul watched as the shirt on him kept shrinking and shrinking in size getting a bit smaller in length and extremely tight in depth and width. His neck grew up and out and out forming this huge massive marble like column that snapped the collar of the shirt. His traps and deltoids kept mounding up higher and higher like some vast mountain range and began to split the top of the shirt wide open. The ballooning delts that were getting rounder and fuller, larger, thicker, were joined by the upper arm with its biceps rising higher and thicker into a mountain top peak while the triceps rose high and full forming that horseshoe or crab claw shape. Together they snapped the band of the sleeve and split it straight up to the shoulders. Next his back, shoulders, and lats were growing wider and wider, while his lats also became impossibly thicker and thicker. Paul's lats were forming wings, a hood, that nearly made him look as wide as he was tall. All of this splitting the seams under the arms and the fabric down the sides as well as ripping out the back of the shirt. Finally came Paul' chest rising, widening, mounding, rolling, barreling, swelling, thickening, broadening, until the giant pec shelf was sticking out a good number of inches from the rest of the torso and began splitting the shirt down the front. The pair of jeans fared no better as the calves bunched and grew, swelling and ballooning into great pairs of diamonds, hearts which snapped the pants leg's hems as they attempted to rise up and up the Paul's legs. Paul's thighs grew as well becoming insanely thick and defined, showing ridges and crevices of three tear drops, and a bulging back thigh biceps with bowstring taut hamstring. The thighs and the claves made short work of the side seams of the jeans, pulling them apart and ripping them to shreds. They worked together with Paul's ass that began to swell and grow as well, rounding firmer, harder, until they began to look like the giant globes of medicine balls that Paul had started kicking around before he sent his renters packing. His gluteus maximus blew out the seat of these jeans in no time flat. While his inflating muscles and growing body made short work of the borrowed pants and shirt he was wearing, Paul's feet were responding as well and had begun their own growth spurt becoming wider, thicker, meatier, longer. Stretching out and over the sole of the shoe, they grew and grew causing the sides of the shoe fabric to tear and rip, the front tops of the shoes to become form fitting over their toes, their arch to push on the tongue and laces of the shoe, causing them to snap and pull apart. In almost no time Paul's growing dawgs made short, short work of the once huge pair of cleats. Then the zipper of the jeans pulled apart and the opening kept getting wider and wider. Snaps and pops and rips were being heard as the bulge that is referred to as "the package" kept growing bigger, fuller, larger. It kept swelling, protruding out from the groin area more and more. Paul was beginning to cry small tear drops as the pain that developed from his balls being crushed by the confining pants and underwear crotch and his growing manhood of a prick. Eventually the snap of the crotches was heard and from under the loose fabric created, Paul's balls hung out low, heavy, and weight like, while his cock fell out and hung heavy, long, and pendulous. The waistband of the jeans, although the button having popped and the zipper being pulled open widely were all that kept the raggedy-taggedy pieces of jeans and underwear attached to Paul's Herculean type body. When the swelling and pain stopped, Paul walked and looked at himself in the reflection of a hallway mirror. He was huge. He was gigantic. He was monstrously built. He was impossibly hung! Suddenly the realization came over him: "I've... I've outgrown...their...clothes. Their clothes. Not mine. I've out grown their clothes. I'VE OUTGROWN THEIR CLOTHES!" Turning to walk into his bedroom, Paul was stopped cold by his own house. He was too broad in the chest, let alone shoulders and back to simply walk through his door. He was too tall to do so as well. His shoulder tops is what matched the top of the doorframe, his head looking and bumping straight into the upper wall. Dipping, ducking, and turning, he made his way into his bedroom, brushing off some plaster crumbles from off his chest and out of his head and chest hair. Turning towards his bedroom mirror he began to do several bodybuilding poses, grunting and screaming while making them. Double bi. "OH YEAH!" Frontal lat spread "SHIT YEAH!" Side chest "HOLY FUCK!" Side Triceps "FRIGGIN SICK!" Abdominals and thighs "YEAH! WHOOOSE BIG!?" Most muscular - crab shot. "GRRRRRRRRR FUCKIN' HULK!" Victory pose. "I'M BIGGER THAN THEY WERE! BIGGER THAN THEM!" And as Paul performed pose after pose after pose, His flaccid cock began to lurch forward and swell, lengthen and stiffen, harden and rise, growing....growing....growing.... Paul began to watch it grow erect and began to feel the pull of its weight despite it being able to raise up on its own. The engorged fat head finally rose to its maximum height, the prick to its maximum length: 18 inches in length about to the top of the abs the row above the navel. Immediately Paul grabbed a hold of his cock with both hands and began to work his tool feverishly. He decided after some time that he needed assistance and so sought out the fleshlight he hid from the porn star that was his renter. He put it on and could only get it down just a little more than half way of his super-shaft. "OH FUCK!" The sight of this, in the mirror of course as Paul's pecs blocked a downward view of his enormous schlong, made Paul reach climax much sooner that he usually would, but it didn't matter. For the now, he would rock back onto his giant feet, after he fell to his knees, having an extreme orgasm shooting a superfluous amount of spoo across the room. An amount of which usually took three to four men to generate. Paul came to his senses and went to the bathroom to shower. The shower curtain rod hit him just below his chest. So, too, did the shower head. Going to the kitchen to get something to eat, he could easily grab things off the top shelves. In fact a few more inches he would see over the top of some shelves. Paul laughed. Navigating the steps down to the basement was too short and narrow, so he took a risk, walking outside nude and going in through the cellar doors. They pulled up and over quickly, lightly, and with just barely a groan. Paul laughed. Grabbing some of their clothing, Paul took it inside and tried some of them on. Usually they only partially survived, ripping here and tearing there, but a couple of shirts and pants managed to stay intact, although no matter what their size or material was, they looked like undersized under-armor that was painted onto Paul. Walking back down to the kitchen, he went to grab some food and found he could more than easily do so. His head was almost at the top of the cupboards, as in almost being able to see the top of the cupboards. Naturally this meant that his arms and hands could easily reach the top of the cupboards. He stood nearly a couple feet taller than refrigerator. Sitting down in the living room to eat he discovered that his feet were extended by his legs longer, farther than what the basketballer had done. Paul was so thrilled, so turned on by his size, so horny. He called his lover right away and asked his lover to come over. When his lover got there, the lover was shocked, surprised, and even a bit terrified at Paul's new size...new size everywhere! They made love, almost against his lover's wishes, and this time the lover did more than snooze, the lover stayed awake, alert, and screamed in ecstasy, "OH GAWD!" Paul got up after making love and walked around the house nude. First he walked to the master suite bathroom and his foot didn't fall through the vent grate, it practically covered it up! He stood in front of the large windows not only feeling the air current that leaked through the windows, but he opened the windows up and felt the full on breeze attempt to caress his body only to be dissipated by his manly hair on his body. The house wasn't too big. HE was too big, and he laughed in excitement and pride over this fact. But now the house seemed a bit too quiet. Despite some of the problems he really had begun to be good friends with his renters. Now Paul wondered what they would think of his new size? So he called them all up, apologized and invited them over for a party. They truly were amazed and in awe of Paul's new size. His feet were bigger than the rugby player. He stood half a head taller than the basketballer. He was proportionately bigger built and stronger than the bodybuilder. The herbalist couldn't believe how gorgeous his hair was or how hairy Paul had become. The porn star marveled at how much more hung Paul was than him. Despite Paul having kicked them out, they all decided to rent the rooms from Paul again. Which worked out well for Paul since he had quit his job and at his current size probably wouldn't fit well in most chairs, offices, and buildings. And there was something about them all being together with Paul. Being surrounded by big men had an effect on him. Paul began to notice that every morning his body seemed to make noise. His skin made a stretching noise. His bones made a breaking noise. His muscles swelled like a balloon. His clothes became a little shorter and a bit smaller. Paul smiled. Now every day the vents clack, the cupboards shrink, the doors wine and snap off, the windows bellow a breeze, his lover screams, the player clomps, the basketballer stomps, the bodybuilder clanks and grunts, the herbalist grinds, grinds, grinds, the star jacks, jelqs, and moans, and Paul's body makes a stretching noise, a breaking noise, and he swells - everywhere- like a balloon. When his renters hear that they shake their heads, smile and nod at one another and say... "Paul is growing again. Paul is way too big!" To which Paul replies, as he hulks out of yet another set of clothes, "No such thing as way...too...big!" And to tell the truth, as the renters all come to his room after they hear the final rips of clothing, they worship him in awe...and agree.